Claiming:Camp/Ivy Hollis



Name: Ivy Hollis

Age: 12

Hometown: England

Gender: Girl

God Parent: Dionysus, Hermes, Nike

Mortal Parent: Jessica Hollis

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Personality:Ivy is loud, boisterous, and outspoken. She is very charismatic, which makes people want to be around her. She loves a good party, and has a fetish for mocktails. Sometimes, though, she just likes to chill. She loves to horseback ride, and owned a pony at home, Brownie.

History: My mom is the owner of the Hollis winery. Hollis is the most lavish and fine winery in England, and most arguably the world. They do many wine tasting events, and that's where she met my father. Even though she is married, and had a child, Skylar, before me, she was drawn to this stranger, who was complementing the cabernet. He told her that his name was David, but he was really Dionysus. After falling in love and having an affair, he left. He left a note that said-

I have duties eleswhere. Love, David (You can see why my mother was so sad)

When my mom found out that she was pregnant, she felt betrayed. Her husband, on the other hand, was overjoyed. He thought that he was fathering a second child. My mom decided not to tell him the truth. When they found out that I was a girl, Skylar did her first triple flip. (She was 6) When it was time to name me, she named me Ivy, for it was the name of the cabernet that "David" was tasting.

I was pampered, from the day I was born to the day I left for camp. i had everything a girl could want; a loving older sister, servants, parties, and lavish clothes and foods. You could say that I was living the life.

I had no trouble fitting in at school. I was called charming, charismatic. Girls at our elite prep school were lining up to talk to me. I was like a celebrity. even though the tabloids weren't alllowed to take pictures of Skylar and me while we were there. I longed for more adventure, so I signed up for horseback riding. I was 5 when I signed up, and I do it to this day.

On the trails, I was completely at ease. galloping and trotting and whatnot. Brownie was all I needed to be happy. Skylar was super happy that I took up a sport, and she vowed to get me a riding partner. Soon, I was presented with aidan Williams, one of her best friends and a riding extraordinaire. His mom was the owner of the Williams furneral parlor. When he joined me, I was 8. He and Skylar were 14.

For two years, all three of us were content. We had riding, Skylar had gymnastics. No scandals were centered around either of our families at the moment. I began to compete in serious riding competiotions when I was 9, and won my first ribbon soon after. When I was 10, though, everything changed.

Outside of our property, we had woods. Skylar loved to go into the woods and talk with Aidan about life. That day, Aidan came running out of the woods.

"Skylar! Skylar's gone missing," he exclaimed.

The rest of the week was a blur. Search parties were organized, tabliod photo shoots shot, and the whole publicity shabang. Our entire neighborhood was devastated. Aidan was my only comfort. Riding with him was my savior.

I began to only like riding. Life just had no maening anymore. Aidan and my parents were my last remainders of Sky, and I clung on to them for dear life.

On my 11th birthday, Aidan came to our door. "Ivy, can you come riding?"

"Sure," I called as I made my way down to spiraling grand staircase.

On the trail, we trotted along peacefully.

"Why did you want to come riding?" I asked.

"I thought you would-"

He was cut off by a blast of fire. A creepy looking horse stood in front of us. I began to scream. Nimbly, Aidan slashed it to gold dust with a bronze sword. After he was done, he looked up.

"You saw that?" He asked.

I nodded.

"You're a demigod," he breathed.

He began to tell me about the gods. He claimed that he was a son of Thanatos, the death god. He had left camp to take care of his mother, who was, according to him, starting to go crazy.

"When you're 12," he said. "I'll take you to camp."

We were attacked one more time that year, by another fire-breathing horse. Aidan killed it easily.

On my 12th birthday, I snuck out of the manor. Aidan was waiting for me, with plane tickets.

"Ready," he asked.

"My house has bad security," I quipped, "But yeah, I'm good."

We got on the plane to New York, with no attacks. we landed at the airport, with no attacks. Aidan rented a convertible, and we drove it deep into Long Island. He pointed to an archway.

"We're-"

A flaming, ugly creature came out of nowhere.

"Empousa," Aidan whispered.

"Uh-huh," it chirped. "Die!"

"I'll keep it off!" Aidan yelled. "Run through the archway! It can't hurt you there!"

I ran through the gate, and watched as the monster killed Aidan. I ran into camp.

"Wait!"

I turned around. A nymph was staring at me, wide eyed.

"Have his sword," it said.

I took the sword and ran into camp.

Weapons: a celestial bronze sword from her deceased riding partner, Aidan.