- Character Name
- Mariana Fabiola Torres
- Godly parent
- Female (cis); she/her pronouns.
- Her FC is Selena Gomez.
- She's a demigoddess.
- Current Age
- She's currently 17 years old.
- Mortal parent name
- Carolina Torres
- Inspiring, talkative, persuasive, interesting, and people-oriented, Mariana is never alone. She's a magnet for people of all kinds, and she never turns them away. She doesn't have to worry about being overlooked, at least not anymore - it's like she needs to friends around her. She's just that extroverted. Physical discomfort has proved to not bother her, as has been the case several times already. Though, honestly, going back for a moment, Mariana is typically too active to be ignored. She's always on the move, always out and about, always doing something new.
- Mariana, like most her siblings, can be defined by her dauntlessness, her desire for fame, and great exploits. It's not that she wants to be rich, per se, in the bratty I want everyone to know who I am way. She just wants to make a name for herself in camp. She wants to help people, contribute to the people that need it. She wants them to know who she is, and that they can count on her. She wants to help people. She wants to make the Greek world a better place, even with all the demigod-hunting monsters. She strives to prove not every child of Poseidon is impulsive, reckless, and unreliable. She values hard work and wants to help in any way she can.
- She's attached, messy, emotional, daring, a complete wreck and straightforward. There's also her brilliance, but it's not like it's something she enjoys bragging about; she often leaves that to the brain spawns over at cabin 6. She'd rather not be called a wannabe or anything of the like by them. She's more than aware of her father and their mother's past, so she just wants to avoid them in general. She doesn't want to cause more trouble over something as stupid as that.
- If there's one thing about Mariana, it's her limitlessness. There's no such thing as boundaries to her; she does what she wants if she gets an idea she reckons is worth pursuing. Passion is among her greatest strengths, as it is one of her greatest weaknesses. She tends to come across as fierce, there's no denying it. She opens her mouth if she sees she has to, and she won't go down without a fight if she feels like you're wrong, in any way, shape or form. She isn't the subdued little girl she once was. Not anymore. She's fiercely protective of those around her and she isn't going to let anyone get away with any remarks or actions. She's loyal to a fault
- Something about Mariana is how, despite what she likes to say, she does seek validation. She constantly goes out of her way to prove herself. It's this small blip of insecurity that makes her feel as though one day her friends will wake up and realize she just isn't worth it anymore. She's very interested in proving that yes, she's worth it, no matter what it might seem like. She has her baggage and she knows it, but it's baggage not many know about, and with reason, too.
Mariana Fabiola Torres was sired by Poseidon and Carolina Torres in Fajardo, Puerto Rico. It hadn't been just a one night stand, but rather a serious of shags between her love-struck mother ("gross. ugh.") and the Greek God. Caro may have loved Poseidon, but it wasn't a reciprocated emotion. Maybe he'd been infatuated with her, but he had a family. Not to mention, the fact that she was carrying his child didn't make the situation any better. He was forced to leave her without a word, leaving a bitter Carolina Torres behind. She wouldn't understand for a long time why he'd left, but she had a good idea. She assumed he was the kind of boy to knock a woman up and then run off like her deadbeat dad. Nine long months later, she gave birth to Mariana Fabiola.
Even though Carolina had come to the conclusion Poseidon - who had gone by the name Luis during his time with her - was not the kind of male you were supposed to love, she couldn't help but fall hard for the man. He'd been wonderful to her and their time together had been a joyous one, as brief as it may have been. He left her a lovely daughter, too. Mariana had his eyes, something that made it easier for the woman to love and cherish her, despite the loss she still hadn't recovered from. She may have been the cause of Luis' disappearance act, but not once did she lack love from her mother throughout the years she lived with her back in New York, where Carolina had decided would be best to raise Mariana. The Torres household was full of love, happiness and good times, until that fateful day on Mariana's unforgettable 13th birthday.
Growing up, Mariana was a complete and utter mess. She wasn't as refined and collected as the other girls in her class were; she was an uncontrollable little bundle. She was quite wild, always being loud and rowdy. The times she played rough with the boys in her class were more than she can remember nowadays. They were just easier to play with and funner to be with than with the girls. The group of boys she hung out with a lot were older than her, but not by much, so it was relatively alright. They were like her brothers growing up. There was Asher, Nathan, Chase, Lucas, Jackson, Derek and Mark. While the group began to thin the older they got, their habits and hangouts didn't die out. The group spent most their time at a beach near Mariana's house, where the oldest two - Asher and Nathan - often held friendly water sports competition. Mariana had a liking for surfing, yet, well, the waves weren't good enough. She had to make due with the rest.
Entering her pre-teenage years, Mariana still had for the bigger part her best friends. Lucas and Jackson moved away to Florida, while Derek was forced to go back home to Seattle with cousin Mark. It was just her, Asher, Nathan and Chase. They were all she needed, along with Carolina. They were her family, her home. The three were the brothers she never had. Brothers from other mothers, she called them. They were there with her through it all, never letting her go, even when she was at her worst, shortly after she turned 13. It was a hellhound attack. It happened early in the morning of the special day. Carolina was due to turn over to her daughter the weapons her father left behind just a few days before, while the girl was in school. The older woman hadn't anticipated the visit from her love, but she had to admit, it was a welcomed visit. Poseidon's intentions were originally just to explain to Carolina who he truly was, what their daughter was, and what was sure to happen, but one thing led to the other, and the visit ended with them doing the frickle frackle. Things were said, granted, but Poseidon was left unable to delve deep into the topic of Camp Half-Blood before he had to go, due to the sudden arrival of Mariana. She never saw him, but she did wonder why there was such a strong ocean smell in the house.
Unknowing of Camp Half-Blood, Carolina obviously didn't send her. She did get to explain everything else to her daughter, however, carefully omitting her heritage, just like Poseidon had told her to. Mariana had been surprised at first and naturally in denial, just how Carolina had been until Poseidon had proven his state. There was little for Carolina to do so her daughter believed her, except to keep talking until she warmed to the idea. Regardless, Mariana never fully believed the mother she briefly believed was delusional until the hellhound came and attacked. Chase was over that day, she remembers. They were in the living room playing video games when it happened. It gets fuzzy from there, but she has a vague memory of stabbing it with that very pointy sword her mother claimed her father had left her. The next detailed memory she has is her mother and her sitting in a pool of gold dust, while Asher was screaming bloody murder. In his and Carolina's eyes, Mariana had killed a wild wolf. Ah, the mist was a wondrous thing. After Carolina got the shaken boy to go back home, telling him they'd be alright, she practically demanded an explanation from her daughter. The problem was, Mariana herself didn't know what the fuck had happened. She knew it had to do with what her mother had explained... but that didn't make matters any better. She was still a confused and lost gup.
After her first monster attack, things were calm. Asher was still spooked by the incident, but nonetheless kept it to himself. He trusted Mariana & Carolina when they said they knew what they were doing (they didn't tho but eh). As much as he would have loved to stay, he had to leave for California with his family a few months after the incident, citing his father's new job was over there. To this day, Mariana is still convinced he left because of her, despite his reassurances that he wasn't leaving because of her. Why else would he not even answer her messages or calls after he left? It just didn't make sense.
When the second attack rolled by a year later, she was even more unprepared than she was when she was thirteen, if that was even possible. After the attack, she'd kept the sword she'd used locked away in her mother's closet. She understood the fact that her father was a God-- it made sense. It did explain why she could do things nobody else couldn't, like stay underwater for a long time without needing to surface for breath and occasionally coming dry out of the pool (she still didn't know how she got it to happen, but whatever). It took her a long time, but she realized who her Godly parent was. It coincided with the day the other hellhound that attacked her, as a matter of fact. She was at the beach with Nathan and Chase when it happened. She didn't have her weapon, so she was stuck dodging and ducking every move the hellhound made to turn her into a a Marianaskabob. It wasn't long until it was a puff of golden dust. She was scared out of her wits and had zero idea what happened. She was sporting a brand new slash across her forearm, however, which was bleeding profusely. At first, she thought it was the blood loss that was making her see Nathan towering over the pile of dust with a sword similar to hers, but it wasn't. She realized as such when he dragged her by her arms to the water, where Chase bore witness of her wound healing and closing up in a matter of seconds. He was just as shaken up as Mariana was.
Later on, Nathan got around to elaborating on how he and Chase could see the hellhound. It turns out he was a demigod, a son of Aeolus. Chase was a clear-sighted mortal, apparently. These terms didn't make anything easier for the still-slightly-confused Mariana, so Nathan delved in on the topic of their parentage, how powerful her scent was, how he'd pretty much destroyed all the monsters that had been within range in the past year, how there was a camp in Long Island, how he left camp over a feud, how he was willing to help train her, and how there were more monsters that would be coming after her now that she understood who she was. It was a lot of information to digest, so it took her a few days to get the hang of everything he'd said. By the time she was able to fully wrap her mind around the concept, she decided she didn't want to keep on like this. She wanted to see and explore camp for a while, see if what it had to offer was better than what Nathan could teach her, and then she'd decide. He was like her brother, sure, but she didn't want him to feel like he had to protect and teach her. So, she talked with her mom, packed a bag, got her sword, and got a ride with her mother to Camp.
Right off the bat, she didn't like how she had to leave her mother at the border. It was an unexpected goodbye which Mariana thought came too soon, but nonetheless, it happened. Without another option, she continued her way into camp. She stayed in the Hermes Cabin for a few days, after she explained everything that had happened to her to the director. It wasn't long until she was claimed by Poseidon, during an archery class. She was pretty decent at it. Not very good, but she was decent. She was relocated to the Poseidon Cabin, where she met some of her siblings. She took well to all of them, but none like Ian Moore. They got along perfectly right off the bat. For having just met, they were close, even if they were siblings. Mariana stayed in camp for a period of two weeks, all thanks to Ian. She probably would have left sooner had he not been there. She was just homesick, missing Chase, Nathan and Carolina. She didn't want to leave her brother behind. Not Ian. So they talked, and it seemed they were having similar thoughts. She IMed Nathan, letting him know of what she'd decided.
"I told you sooo," he bragged, smirking at the younger girl.
"If you value your manhood, you'll shut the fuck up."
While Ian made sure he could do this, Mariana arranged the pick up with her mother. Not a day later, and she was well on her way back home. The next two years flashed by in a matter of a blink. There was a lot of intense training with Ian and Nathan, while Chase the clear-sighted mortal watched from the sidelines. He served as encouragement for Mariana to push on, even when she was exhausted to her bones. With two children of Poseidon, the number of monster attacks they went through were extensive, but between them and the son of Aeolus, they were able to handle the bigger load of it. Hellhounds were slashed and sliced at until they became piled of dust. Other monsters such as Scythian Dracanae, Harpies, Giant Scorpions, and Fire-Breathing Horses attacked, but the trio got to dispose of them with the skills they'd acquired in their training. Those two years were long and arduous, and she couldn't wait until she got a break. It was the thought of a break that led her to talk with Ian. Between the two, they decided it was time to return to camp. Maybe there they'd be able to catch a break and just... enjoy what was left of their teenage years. They'd had enough training, right? Two whole years of it. It was enough. With Chase and Nathan's blessing, it was decided. They'd return to camp.
Nathan stayed behind, as did Chase did, obviously. Nathan claimed he wanted to keep an eye on Chase, but Mariana was sure he was still salty with whoever drove him out of camp. He denied it, but she was sure of it. It upset her, because she really wanted him to come, but she understood. Plus she didn't want Chase alone, so. It all fit together. Mariana was soon ushered to Camp Half-Blood by her mother and Ian, where they made it safely. Or, well, for the most part. Right there was a group of rogue demigods waiting to ambush the incoming children of Poseidon. It doesn't make sense to this day why they ambushed them, but Mariana assumed they were trying to keep them from entering the camp, for whatever reason. Maybe they strayed away like Nathan, and didn't want Camp to get more demigods? It just didn't make sense. The ambush was met by a pack of hellhounds that attacked the big group right outside camp borders. Even though they were taken by surprise, the rogue demigods, along with Ian and Mariana, set to kill the monsters. They attacked and attacked until there were just golden piles of dust. The rogue demigods were long gone. So was Carolina. Until... upon closer inspection, Mariana saw her mother at the bottom of the hill. Or, well, her body. When the daughter of Poseidon got to the bottom, she was her mother had hit the back of her head hard with a jagged rock. She was bleeding profusely from her wound. She tried to stop the bleeding, to scream and shout for help, but none came. Carolina passed away in her daughter's arms, a blissful smile on her face. Mariana was torn, but Ian had to tear her away and drag her to camp. They'd likely be attacked again if they stayed there any longer. With reluctance, the girl hurried after her brother into camp, where she knew she'd be safe.
She's been there since December 29, 2016. It's not been even a year since her arrival at Camp Half-Blood as an official year-long camper, and she's already been promoted to Head Counsellor after most her half-siblings opted to leave camp, thus leaving the Poseidon Cabin emptier than ever before.
- A celestial bronze sword named Ονειροπαγίδα, gifted by her father.