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When you say that her adoptive mother understood her situation better than her father ever did, do you mean the fact she's a demigod? If so, how did they understand better? Also, you mentioned that her father died in a car crash, then later in the claim you mentioned he was torn apart by a hellhound. Which way did he die?
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Index > Camp Claiming > Camp/Aerin Clarity



Name: Aerin Clarity 

Nickname: Airy

Age: 16

Gender:Female

God Parent: Aphrodite (Perferred), Agelea, Phersphone

Mortal Parent: Aaron Clarity (Deceased) 

Adoptive Parents: Celene Seren (daughter of Athena) and Kenneth Seren (son of Athena)

Appearance: Tall, with a model-like figure and features. She has red hair

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that goes down to her chest, big blue eyes, and full pink lips. She wears a lot of mascara and eyeliner to bring more attention to her face.

Personality: Aerin is very defensive, for she does not like people to think that she is just another pretty face. When people mistake for being very soft-spoken, she becomes very upset with whoever the person is who happened to insult her. 

History: Things in italics are told from Aerins POV

I grew up modeling. My father had grew up in the business, so I had my first cover on a childrens magazine at age 1. I grew up with him by my side, as we sat on the balcony of our high-rise apartment and looked at the stars. He was the one who got me a tutor so that I could be homeschooled and focus more on my modeling, which was my passion until very recently. I never really knew why I had no mother, until the day I turned 14.

My dad woke me up early, saying that he wanted to tell me something very special. I walked lazily through our large apartment (if you somehow manage to stay in modeling for long enough, it pays off.) I went into his bedroom and saw a picture of a beautiful woman on the mantel. He told me that that was my mother, and that she was a very busy woman who lived overseas, in Europe. He told me that he had met her in college when he was spending a semester in France as an exchange student. He said that he loved her a lot, but that she was offered a big job at a big company and was forced to leave him. He told me there was a very slim chance that I would ever meet her, and that if I ever did, she probably would not spend a lot of time with me. This was what my dad thought she was, because that is what she told him. But that was a lie, as I found out the minute I walked out of my apartment.

My dad and I lived on an apartment that took up the entire top floor of our high-rise, which was 40 stories high. It was on Riverside Boulevard in NYC, overlooking the Hudson River. It was always amazing to go on our wraparound balcony and talk about things. But when I stepped out on the balcony on that day, plans for my birthday party in my head, I saw a frightening sight. A large hellhound sat upon the front ledge snarling at me. I ran inside and called for help, and when there was no answer, I attempted locking the door, but the dog barged in. It attacked me, snarling until I got up and ran feebly to the balcony. Then, i had an idea. With the little strength I had left, I hoisted myslef up onto the ledge and the dog jumped at me. I shifted a little and he fell into the Hudson River below.

My dad came outside, and I whipped around, scared that there was another monster. He turned pale when he saw my injuries, and told me to follow him. I was still shocked after my recent encounter, but I followed him back into his room and sat on his bed. The look on his face was one of pure terror. 

"What did you just do?" My dad asked

"Nothing, I swear," I replied

He looked at me suspiciously, then sent me to my room so I could think. I tried to exit the thought of the recent attack from my mind and went to sleep.

I woke up 2 hours later, my dad was gone. I searched everywhere, but I couldnt find him. I called him, but he didnt pick up. I listened to the voicemail messages and found one from him saying that he had a last minute modeling job. I turned on the TV to entertain myself. The channel happened to be on the news, and turns out my dad was in a car crash on the highway. I was shocked and canceled my party, running out of my apartment and into a taxi to the hospital.

My dad ended up dying from his injuries. In the will, I got the apartment and all of his money. A woman named Celene Seren adopted me and moved into the apartment, for it was bigger than hers. I loved her as much as I loved my birth father. She got married to a man named Kenneth a week before my 15th birthday. Monsters did become a part of my life, but I was getting better and better and fending them off. I still could not kill them though. My new parents let me take archery lessons to help with my self-defense skills. They understood my circumstance much better than my dad did.

I did continue modeling, for it was how I honored my dad. Whenever I left a photo shoot, I thought of how happy he would have been. It made me sad to think of how he died, ripped apart by a hellhound. It made me more confident to know that I was now able to defend myself better.

On the day of my Sweet Sixteen, I woke up to a pile of gifts outside my door. My parents hugged me and watched me open my presents. My favorite was a bronze bow and arrow, which my parents said could replace my wooden one.

I had my Sweet Sixteen, and it was amazing. My parents pampered me and had set up a huge party. At the stroke of midnight, a herd of hellhounds ran inside. Everyone screamed and ran, but they had eyes only for me. I ran out of the party and into a dark alley. They followed me all the way there. I attempted to climb the fence, and broke my leg as I tried to get it over. My parents were waiting on the other side, and they helped me up and brought me into their car. The hellhounds did not manage to outrun the car.

Inside the car, they told me all about their pasts. They were demigods, children of Athena, who grew up together at Camp Half-Blood. They told me that my birth mother was a god and that I needed to go to the camp to meet others of our kind. They led me inside the grounds and introduced me to the director, who led me inside. I have been inside the camp ever since.

Weapons:

Aerin uses her trusty CB bow and arrow and CB dagger for self-defense

Royaldoggie (talk) 23:27, December 6, 2013 (UTC)

Dagger.
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Comments

How old is she during her first attack? And a dragon is suicide. The moment it sees her and vice versa she's already dead, because it's really, really difficult to kill a dragon, even with a butcher knife. Or what you would mean in Greek myth, a drakon? Plus you need CB (Celestial bronze) weapons to kill off monsters. If her supposed boyfriend Vincent was a monster why didn't he just attack her earlier?


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Changed the dragon to a hellhound. Also, the blow did not kill him, it just made him fall into the river. Vincent didn't attack her earlier because he wanted a time that was more private. Royaldoggie (talk) 12:11, December 7, 2013 (UTC) Also it says in first paragraph that it was her 14th birthday when she first got attacked. Royaldoggie (talk) 12:19, December 7, 2013 (UTC) And changed weapons to CB Royaldoggie (talk) 12:32, December 7, 2013 (UTC)

She couldn't have possibly smelled the scent of a hellhound. Also, demigod scent can't be just transferred to anyone. So her dad getting attacked because he smelled like a demigod is a no no.

If she got attacked everyday, that would make her tired even if you say she got better and better. And well, getting attacked everyday while being a child of Aphro is a bit too much. It would make more sense if she were a child of one of the Big Three.

What monster did Vincent just turn into?

Four penguinsSmile and wave, boys. Now that's the worst disguise ever. ~Alias KitMen-In-Black-psd71564 13:15, December 7, 2013 (UTC)

A hydra, and fixed the everyday part. Is a hydra okay, or should I change it.

Royaldoggie (talk) 13:19, December 7, 2013 (UTC)

I think a hydra is too much. Facing one is suicide. And it doesn't start off with nine heads. It originally has three heads.

Four penguinsSmile and wave, boys. Now that's the worst disguise ever. ~Alias KitMen-In-Black-psd71564 13:23, December 7, 2013 (UTC)

I changed it so that he summoned a pit scorpion, if thats okay. Also read explanation at bottom of that paragraph.

Royaldoggie (talk) 13:35, December 7, 2013 (UTC)

How was he even able to summon a pit scorpion? 0.o

Four penguinsSmile and wave, boys. Now that's the worst disguise ever. ~Alias KitMen-In-Black-psd71564 13:46, December 7, 2013 (UTC)

Sorry for no explanation, just added one. If its to vague just tell me

Royaldoggie (talk) 13:52, December 7, 2013 (UTC)

Also, fixed why the dad got killed and the hellhound scent thing

Royaldoggie (talk) 13:55, December 7, 2013 (UTC)

Your explanation about Vincent being able to summon a pit scorpion still isn't enough. Why not just keep it simple and say that she got attacked by a monster? Eh... even if he distracted the hellhound, it will still most likely focus on the demigod not on him.

Four penguinsSmile and wave, boys. Now that's the worst disguise ever. ~Alias KitMen-In-Black-psd71564 14:18, December 7, 2013 (UTC)

I completely rewrote the dads death, and how she ended up at camp. Also, got rid of Vincent

Royaldoggie (talk) 14:31, December 7, 2013 (UTC)

Is there anything else I need to fix? 

Royaldoggie (talk) 15:13, December 7, 2013 (UTC)

Please add how her parents met.

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Added in second paragraph. Anything else?

Royaldoggie (talk) 22:40, December 7, 2013 (UTC)

How would a strike from a non-CB butcher knife be able to send a monster the size of a pickup truck off balance?

User:Bird of Winter/sigreal2

Changed it. Anything else?

Royaldoggie (talk) 23:07, December 7, 2013 (UTC)

When you say that her adoptive mother understood her situation better than her father ever did, do you mean the fact she's a demigod? If so, how did they understand better? Also, you mentioned that her father died in a car crash, then later in the claim you mentioned he was torn apart by a hellhound. Which way did he die?

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