Claiming:Camp/Ossa Krameria

Page 1= 'F*ck, how many pages have I wasted already? I think this is like my 69th one, ugh.'

'OK, let me try this one more time. My name is Ossa Helene Odie Krameria. no, that does not spell "oh ok", and if you think it does, go fuck yourself '

ugh, it's so weird to write 'ok' and not think of your name :') who tf thought it was a good idea to name me in a way that my initials spell OK !?!?!?!?!

'I wish I bloody knew how old I am, but I've died so many times already and for dumb reasons fml so I forgot. I think I'm immortal though, or at least I remember being told that.'

'Then again, what do I even remember? I know I'm technically not supposed to exist, or at least that's according to the fourth wall. It's complicated, okay? I know my father is Notus, and I appreciate how much he has done to "notus" me see what i did there. My mother's no one important at this point really.'

'Ok, (ugh) I'm sorry but I'm prettier than you'll ever be, and you could never. I live to look good, and I really don't care that I'm not even a child of Aphrodite or Aglaea, because you don't need fancy god parents to look undeniably gorgeous. and that is not a narcissistic statement, that's just today's tea '

'No, for real. I've been told I'm really gorgeous and I just get so flattered every single time, like pls stop !!! I love getting complimented but at the same time, I feel that I just don't deserve the attention, you know?'

Name: Ossa Helene Odie Krameria

Age: Immortal (currently 21 following her third reincarnation)

God Parent: Notus

Mortal Parent: Lisa Krameria

Model: Behati Prinsloo

Weapon: CB sickle sword, round shield and bow Page 2= 'Alright, enough with the dead memes and puns and whatever. I suppose I should probably talk about how I even got to this point. But, a little bit about me as a person. Because as much as I hate my life, I still didn't get here if I wasn't who I am.'

'I'm not very trusting. That's quite the given considering what I've been through. I mean come on, I feel like I was cheated from enjoying life when I was given the choice of loving or never dying again. I wish I could have both, but that's a story for another day. Since then however, it's just very hard for me to trust. Sometimes I don't trust myself either. I just... don't ever want someone to take me for granted, you know. I'm only willing to trust those who prove it for that matter. Even then I feel like I let people acquire my hard trust easily; but I know that trust goes both ways. I'm willing to do my part... so long as others do theirs.'

'Not being able to love without losing my immortality has left something of an unfillable sinkhole in my heart. I hate that I can't love without risking the very thing that might keep me walking for just that much longer. I'm afraid of ever loving to that end; I want to love, and I want to be loved back. But as I am... I feel like I'll break more hearts than I can ever put together. And it shatters me time and again, because... it feels selfish. What I'm doing. Defending my life as is, instead of my love life. It's selfish. I hate that.'''

'I suppose I dread my life. I hate myself. I think I'm worthless, a fool. I mean, who dies three times only to come back for what might be the last time (pretty sure the Underworld doesn't want to give me more chances since I clearly cannot survive for long enough). Still, I have my moments when I wish I could just... end my life. You heard that right. I don't feel like I deserve to live. I suppose that trip with Melinoe showed me why. Even then, I didn't deserve this. I often dream nightmares about it too. That's not a side effect, just something I've dealt with on my own.'

'I wish I could be as warm as the southern winds that my father is said to be hailing over. But no matter how much I try... I can never be as open and accepting as I wish I could be. I try to be social, but I fail every time. Either I sound too awkward or I just don't know how to say what I want to say. That's a me issue, not a death issue. I suppose even after all that, I've not changed that about me. Old habits die hard. Or at least, old habits last a lifetime.' Page 3= Now, let's be real.

'My mom's name is Lisa Krameria. According to what I know, she was a fashion model. Not one of the super famous ones either. Just another model really. Perhaps that might explain part of how I got my good looks. Either way, she wasn't very fond of her career (something about her agent being a total a**hole?). It made her good money though, so she wasn't quite complaining... yet.'

'So, this one time, my mom goes in for a photoshoot, nothing special really. Although she find herself in the rather flirty company of her stylist, whom she immediately took a liking to. No, said stylist wasn't Notus, I swear my non-existent life on it. She fancied the bloke alright, and conveniently left her number for him later on. On her way out, she not-so-subtly walked into a male model who doesn't have a name because that was Notus. Yeah, really cheesy of him to do that, despite not exactly fitting. Either way, Notus was kind enough to "notus" (read: notice) her and he promptly apologized for not watching where he's going. She apologized out of a conscious need to. And they were off on their way.'

'The days came and went, and if you thought that my mother's stylist was going to pass up the opportunity, you're so wrong. The two managed to score a nice table at a really nice restaurant in New York (she was only there at the time for some agency bs), and they never even partially minded the thought of seeing Notus at the same restaurant. Granted, the guy was sitting on his own, and quietly minding his business. Any half-minded person would just ignore it and move on. After all, my mom never did get his name, so why should she care to be honest. Anyway, the night was lovely for the both of them, and her wanna-be boyfriend (that's what i'm calling the stylist from now on, fite me) even had the chance to take her home.'

'They didn't have much of a chance to get together, seeing how my mother used to travel quite frequently for her shoots, but time and again, she'd often find herself never too far from Notus (not like she knew it was him anyway). The two had an interaction or two together a couple times. They went out for a drink whenever the situation allowed too. But there was still some tension of some sort between them, and Notus chose to wait a little first. After all, he wanted to at least know her better first, before he'd break her heart.'

'But fate had other ideas. Within time, my mom and her wanna-be boyfriend made it official, and they started dating, which essentially complicated interactions that my mom and Notus would come to have. But hey, things actually somehow manage to work out! Both the wanna-be and Notus get a fair share of time together with my mom, granted the former knew whenever she was with the latter, but not vice versa. As if Notus really cared that much to be honest with you. '

'But soon enough, it happened. My mother turned up late to a shoot, partially hung-over and feeling a little like trash. She was inconspicuously pregnant. Impregnated by Notus no less. Life afterward for her was the literal definition of sh*t. Basically, within time, she found herself without a job, and her reputation was practically ruined. She herself spiralled into a depression, and more or less depended on her now boyfriend to keep her still kicking.'

'It was struggle surviving for my mom. She probably considered taking her life a few times, despite how much she thinks she has to live for. It was only the fact that she was pregnant and she had a boyfriend who was surprisingly supportive to stop her from actually doing it. Although, internally, she never wanted me to begin with. Her boyfriend didn't want me either. And it'd come to be as if their thoughts were heard.'

'On the day of what should have been my birth.... my mother had a miscarriage. I didn't survive. And Notus... well, he couldn't not "notus" that. He quietly pleaded the Underworld gods to give me a second chance at life. Hades chose to respond, and brought me back to life. Sure, I had to relive the mere minutes before my death, but in the end, there was a happy ending. I managed to live for a decent amount of time. Until I was five years old.'

'What happened that day was simply a bad twist of luck. My small family which had decided to keep me apparently, were driving down the highway... until some dumba*s decided to turn at the wrong time, throwing off my mom who was driving, which in turn resulted in a rear end collision, and guess what? I died, because I was sitting in the back. Thanatos, on his own accord, gave me another chance, out of pity really. Queue up another relive of my life to that point, and back at it again I was. This time with no family since they didn't survive the accident.'

'I manage to live for another five or so years from then. Life in between that time was pretty average for me; I became an orphan, soon enough got adopted, went to school, found out I had ADHD and dyslexia, whatever that is. All the while, I was being silently observed, and a rather salty Hades decided that I shouldn't have been revived the second time around. But since I was, he had decided he'd rather fix this... quietly. I was out for a stroll in the park one day, when I was 10 years old. Until I found myself in a rather big situation. I was taken by surprise by a trio of scary monsters, that are apparently called The Furies. Of course, I didn't know this back then, and I didn't know how to fight, so naturally, they got the advantage and as no one was around to save, I died trying.'

'My unease at being a soul wandering the Underworld was quite frankly lame and boring. I didn't even think I was going to get a final chance, until I found myself in the company of a rather unpleasant Melinoe. Oh, she was a bit of a b*tch about it, but she made her point clear. The Underworld's giving me one final chance, and if I die again... well, I just have to accept that I'm dead and make myself at home in the world below. She also gave me a choice; immortality and never loving again, or loving and still being mortal. I chose the former. She exclaimed something along the lines of "wise choice", before taking me (my soul at least) on a gloom-ride throughout the world, to show me why I should think I was lucky to even get one chance to live again. Then, she sent back through my life as it happened, and back to my moment of death. The Furies were gone, but my time with monsters was only just beginning.'

'I'd come face to face with a handful of monsters in the years to follow, and while I ran from some, I couldn't from others. It was only when a passing demigod saved me once that I even came to realize that there is a way to fight them. Said demigod was nice enough to offer to teach me a thing or two. He offered me a sickle sword, a round shield and a bow. Something about them being worthless weapons to him. Oh, and he mentioned they were made from Celestial Bronze. Oh brilliant.'

'He also mentioned something about Camp Half-Blood, and how it was a haven for demigods. Not that it mattered much to me at the time, since I was too busy with other things to care. It took about what, five years or so, for me to realize that at some point, I should go to Camp Half-Blood. I never acted on the thought until I turned 21. I took the first plane to Long Island, New York, and finally made my way there, despite my controversial time of arrival, since I'm fairly certain the average demigod would have been here a long earlier than I chose to be. But it is what it is.'