Alessandra Crane was a French model living in the centre of Paris. At the young age of twenty-one, she had finally been seeing moderate success as a model in the high-fashion city. After signing with an agency, she began progressing and making a name for herself on the runway and on magazines.
With time, she was a mid-tier model and began hanging around prominent names in the industry. At a party, she met a handsome man who she presumed was a model. Being so consumed with work, she hardly ever thought about falling in love.
It was a stormy night, and the party had moved from the rooftop into the luxe scenery of the penthouse. The sound of rain hitting the building could almost be heard of the bass of the loud, electronic music. The pitter-patter of nature seemed to numb the boom of the music when Alessandra laid her eyes on Zeus. He was tall with eyes like a pair of storm clouds; lightning seemed to strike in the every so often. His glare was stunning, and his dark hair against his pale skin made him look like a living embodiment of a tumultuous sky. In a room of beautiful people, this stranger fit in and stood out at the same time.
Zeus approached Alessandra. He moved with purpose and seemed to part the crowd as he made his way to her. They spoke for most of the night. His voice seemed to break through all the noise in a way that only the divine could manage. Zeus ended up taking her down the elevator and out into the stormy city of lights, where they would walk the empty streets in the pouring rain until they parted ways.
They would meet again every night the clouds would cry out in a harsh thunder. Alessandra wasn't completely consumed with Zeus, but was taken by him every time he came to visit her. She didn't know much about him. He told her he was visiting Paris from America, and comes often to try and find modeling work. He never mentioned a name, and that didn't seem to bother Alessandra. The connection they had was fleeting, but passionate. A name felt superficial at best. Either way, her work was most important to her.
Soon, she discovered she was pregnant. The storms Zeus would bring now seemed everlasting. The sky was an eternal gray, and lightning seemed to outshine the luminosity that glowed throughout Paris. However, despite the weather, Zeus was nowhere to be seen. Alessandra had made enough money to have a comfortable living in the heart of Paris, so she took a break from modeling to care for herself in her pregnancy. When Tara was born, Zeus visited her and told her of his origins. She was hesitant to believe him at first, but she didn't seem to care for him at all. In fact, she resented him for leaving her, putting a pause on her career, and having no intention of staying with her and her daughter. Zeus left, and Alessandra and her new demigod child continued to live in Paris.
Growing up, Tara was much like her father. Tara had her father's gray eyes and smolder of an attitude. She was cold and calm like the eye of a storm. It was a stark contrast to her father's composure though as she didn't command as much of a presence. Tara was a silent strike of lightning. In school, she did mostly well and didn't attract too much attention. Her mother was busy getting back into shape to try and get back into the modeling industry, so she mostly spent time with her tutor studying English and other academic subjects. She grew to resent her mother for alienating her and choosing her work over spending time together. However, she found solace in her relationship with her tutor, who turned out to be a satyr in disguise.
On her seventh birthday, she went to the beach with her mother and her satyr tutor. It was there that she encountered her first monster attack. A horde of Telekhines emerged from the water and began making their way for Tara. Frightened, she swam toward the shore. Her satyr guardian was shocked. He had not been anticipating a large attack since he didn't know she was a child of the Big Three. The satyr ran to the shoreline and waded toward Tara, however she was far away. In a panic, a strong pulse of lightning emerged from Tara's palms. It traveled through the water, stunning the Telekhines and her satyr guardian. She ran to the shore in a frenzy, and went to the aid of her satyr. He was in a dire condition. He told her that her father was a god and where she would have to go in the summer to train in heavy breaths until he died. In shock, Tara struggled to comprehend what happened as a flower blossomed on the shore of the beach magically where her satyr's body lay. Her mother assured her it wasn't her fault, and the two struggled to grow past the experience together.
Alessandra and Tara moved to New York, where Alessandra could model and Tara could be close to Camp. Tara was unclaimed for a long time, and chose to stay at Camp full-time because the monster attacks were too frequent in New York since she was a daughter of one of the Big Three.