I do not really know..... But when I was in Business and Computer Science, we had to take this personality test.... If I remember correctly, it said: Quiet, reflective, and idealistic. Interested in serving humanity. Well-developed value system, which they strive to live in accordance with. Extremely loyal. Adaptable and laid-back unless a strongly-held value is threatened. Usually talented writers. Mentally quick, and able to see possibilities. Interested in understanding and helping people.


Hey... I'm Nickie Harmon and I am 13. I was born in Canada in 2000 in the dead of winter. My father is Tobias Harmon. My mother is Asteria, goddess of nocturnal oracles and falling stars. My dad met my mom when, I quote, out for a little stroll during the night, it is no big deal, son... unquote. For some reason he does not like to mention anything on my mother... I have always wondered why...

I loved the night, and I still do. The glowing moon against the deep purples and blues, witch little dots of starts here and there. My father figured that out and started to keep me inside. Meanwhile, I keep trying to get out. "Why is dad acting so... weird?" I have thought. Apparently it has something to do with my mother...

When I was 6 years old, my father and I moved just across the border into the United States. My dad thought it would be nice to have a fresh start. It was kinda stressful for me, because everything I knew at the time was in the cold dense place.

I went to this public school in New York... It was pretty cool..... Except when I was 11 this awful kid punched me in the face... I don't know what happened afterwards, but apparently I fought back. I got sent to the principal's office and I got In School Suspension..... I thought, "I must be crazy...."

I went through the rest of the school year and the next grade without any trouble.... However, when I turned 13, I got attacked again by this weird looking dog... I do not remember it except that a half goat dude came... He looked like the quiet dude that always sat in the back of all of my classes... "Wait... ALL of my classes? Seesh...." The strange little dude quickly took me to this place called Camp Half-Blood. We kept running... It was exhausting... I was confused for about a week. Then, I started to fit in.... A little.... I find the place cool.



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