Kesha Lui

雷慧凰

Daughter of Hecate
Owned by:Broken_fire
Page Last Updated: 29 April 2020

Thorn of the Rose _______________________________ C H A R A C T E R Full Name: Kesha Lui Meaning: “慧”= “Wise” “凰”= “Phoenix” Location: Camp Half Blood Birthday: May 20 (Immortal) Specie: Daughter of Hecate Ethnicity: Asian (Chinese) Sexuality: Bisexual Relationship: Single Languages: English, Greek, Chinese _______________________________ O O C Inspiration: Flame of Recca Page Created: March 18, 2013 (8 Years) Contests Won: Character Poetry “Spring” (2nd) Prizes Used: Major to Minor

Newsfeed Home Looks Personality Story Repertoire After seven years under Circe's apprenticeship, Wei-Huang has returned to camp for a short break. Much has changed about her. She is currently single but not yet interested in long-term commitment. She also received a new pet: Piedra the Rock. Once a daughter of Hermes, Peidra was such a prankster that she caused the gods and goddesses much stress - almost destroying a whole temple. Thus, she cursed by her own father to be an eternal prankster in the form of a mere rock. Ever since then, she has gained international fame for her mischiefs. Top 3 of her most notable mischiefs were: (1) rolling herself out of a tomb on a Sabbath day, (2) giving Sisyphus false hope in rolling her - and not his rock - onto the top of the mountain, and (3) giving sweet talk tips to her owners who believed her to be the Blarney Stone. Wanting a break from her mischiefs, Piedra the Rock came back to Camp Half Blood to experience the demigod life she never had. That's how she came to know the other campers, including Wei. Model: Na Hyun (SooNaMoo) Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Red (Wears Colored Contacts) Height: 5'5 Handedness: Left Blood Type: O- Voice: Soprano 1 Birthmark: Red Eyes Body Style: Normal Seven years under the apprenticeship of the seductive and deceitful Circe changes everyone. In attempts to strengthen herself, Wei has successfully learned to grow a backbone. Given that the enchantress sent her out on information-gathering missions, her confidence in her magic, people, and English skills have significantly improved. However, immovable as an adult bamboo, Wei has retained a few notable qualities - such as her air of elegance, creativity, idealism, and heart (made into a much smaller size). Kesha is a loving saint. She gentle, caring, highly intuitive, and stern with her morals. Artistic and creative, she lives in a world of hidden meanings and possibilities. However, her English is poor, so she explains herself through writing and deeds instead of words. Kesha may even vibe as aloof, shy, and timid. This girl also values tradition over practical application in life. This daughter of Hecate also only gradually opens up to others, sharing her meaningful thoughts for those with patience and a kind heart. On Wei’s study table, a magical journal stands out. Three Chinese words are on the center of the cover: 雷慧凰. If the viewer dares to open, a story plays out with the voice of a heavy accented Chinese woman. While she narrates in first perspective, the viewer would see life in ancient China. Hi there. Welcome to my journal! If you stumbled upon this, it might mean I trust you enough to share my story or a tragedy has happened, but that does not matter. Now that you’re here, why don’t you stay? This journal was a gift from Mnemosyne — to make sure I never forget my culture, my people, and my story. During the Sui dynasty, Buddhism was the most prevalent religion at the time. It was how China then was to be unified through propaganda. Those who didn’t convert were questioned by the palace. Thus, these were turbulent times for demigods, who could not renounce their heritage. They were like wild flames who did not want to be under the control of the established government. In fear of persecution, our gifted group of forefathers fled for refuge and prayed to Olympus. What they seeked, they found and established the Lui clan. Together, the village fought monsters, trained, forged, and innovated - much to have been a target for more gods and goddesses. New half-bloods, strays, and legacies, the clan grew in formidable size. Unfortunately, for those who found us and refused our loyalty to the gods, they must suffer consequences. Soon, with consideration to the number of godly spawns, Olympus granted us a shield against monsters - much like the one in the current Camp Half Blood. Efficient and deadly with weapons forged with the knowledge of the gods, these were once the hidden secrets within the forest and mountains of Sichuan, China. With full pride do I dare call my people fierce and noble. The story was passed on from generation to generation, but it never reached mine. The picture of my parents’ meeting was magical, as my father narrated. My mother was laconic and introverted - like an oxpecker that guarded from above. Meanwhile, my father, a son of Circe, was an extroverted man with much charm. He was bold, talkative, handsome, and chaotic - like a water buffalo constantly running towards a goal. Their symbiotic relationship started over a bag of gold. After their mental connection, mother revealed herself to be the goddess Hecate. However, she intended on staying, much to my father’s joy. As the clan’s first lady, she was introduced to the clan as a daughter of Hecate and was gladly welcomed. Any deity who visited kept her identity as a secret, as she was then considered a minor goddess. My childhood was like paradise. Though the people hailed and rejoiced for my birth, the villagers didn’t treat me like an heiress, but as a family member. They did not give me any special treatment more than they gave the others, and I was freely allowed to communicate with the few children of my age. When I returned home, my mother would be strict on my spell training, and my father always had the time to tuck me in bed. I trained to be the next supreme leader in all aspects - assassin, healer, and trainer. For eleven years, my life was close to perfection. My first monster attack came at the age of 11, the first time I stepped out of the border to see something more. A hellhound picked up my scent, and it came to charge me. Luckily, the god of death Thanatos, who was enjoying his company with one of our village’s women, stopped the dog. Thus, one could say, I never had a formal fight for a monster back in my childhood. Sadly, despite our village living in peace and harmony, human nature craved for more, more, and more. Certain members of our village planned an insurrection against the gods, asking for more than what we have received. In their eyes, we should be equal. Hubris and greed caused our downfall. Angered, the Olympians allowed a lesson to be taught for all the future Asian half-blood children. They summoned my father in a meeting, and he allowed himself to become a sacrifice, leading all with him to death. However, my mother pleaded for my life, and Zeus, who in favor of the innocent lives in our village, allowed it. Olympus lifted the shroud and made the village known to the public. The next night, the warriors, high ranked assassins, of our village reported a siege of the emperor’s army was charging towards us. The army was not a peaceful one, with war horses and men with full armor. It outnumbered our people by at least five times. Many people died that night, but before I heard all the blood curdling screams, I vanished. My father kissed me one last goodnight, and my mother opened a portal to the future - one of her new spells made with my father. For the last time, mother crossed two hairpins onto my hair. I did not want to leave, but I had no choice. When she heard the battering ram slamming through our gates, mother pushed me towards the portal. However, some complications happened - such as my eyes glowing red and my life becoming immortal. I was 17 when I would never see my people, my family, my great village again. Two hundred years later, Zeus would also strike down the imperial palace for having the audacity to ruin the Greek lineage. Through the Liu descendants of Apollo and Mnemosyne, the “Tui Bei Tu 推背圖”, or 60-paged book of curses would be commissioned. Each page was to be fulfilled by a demigod of different heritage. This was to remind the great country about its transgressions against the half-bloods of the Lui clan. Some were reincarnated without knowledge of their past - Cody Knight from the Japanese War (page 39) and Haze Ryong from the Tiananmen Square Massacre (page 54), while others lived through the pain of failing their country Xavier Yan in the Opium War (page 36). Yet, there are also those who left for the Elysian Fields. Nonetheless, they were all hailed as heroes of Olympus. And I, whose life inspired theirs, could see all 60 pasts with my red eyes. Fast forwarding to modern day, I woke up in a bed. Two distinct male voices were conversing. I opened my eyes to find a satyr and a son of Mnemosyne named Fred and Griffin Hui respectively. They were also the reincarnations Li Chunfeng and Yuan Tiangang, the co-author of the Tui Bei Tu. According to them, I was found in Central Park unconscious, and Fred sensed something special in me. Thus, the two men took me home. It was hard at first to communicate, but luckily, Griffin Hui could translate. They soon became my family, giving me an American name based off a billboard ad. Yes, it was a pop star named Kesha. America was interesting in a way, and Griffin made it bearable. Griffin was able to translate everything I said in my exact words. He even taught me how to speak in three more languages. Griffin also gave me these new blue colored contact lenses that he says will make me less noticed in public. He went with me to beauty parlors and malls without concern that people stared at him for it. We practiced our powers under Fred everyday. We ate lunch together at school even when people glared at me. He always patted my head and made me feel special. After a year of being kept and taught in the ways of Griffin, I was ready to see the world. I attended the modern school and seemingly passed. It was quite difficult when you only had one year to absorb everything. The people from my class distanced me for some reason of being ancient, they say. They also feared my aura of... "deadliness." The girls sneered at me when I always stuck close to Griffin. I tried to do my best, but it was so difficult. The only subjects I managed to get A's were history, sports, art, culture, and math. After a while, I have gotten the "hang" of things. Griffin taught me more and more and more. He told me that I was improving, this somehow made me glad inside. A year later, I had not confessed my feelings, and Griffin had a girlfriend. He rarely spent any time with me, and depression creeped into my mind. Fred noticed it, and he told me it was high time I should go to Camp. I, without any question, packed my stuff, and rode a taxi with him to a far off place. We reached a foot of a hill, and he told me to cross the border. I was then escorted by Cody Knight, the reincarnation of an Olympian hero, to the Hecate cabin. History textbooks never divulge information to the future generations in order to retain the simple-minded peace, but these memories forever live on within me. Even if I will never get to rule my people, I am glad to have once been a part of them. I am glad to continue their legacy. Offensive Children of Hecate have the ability to fire an intense beam of magical energy which will burn anything it touches. The ability can also be focused into small magical bullets, which have better range but are less damaging than a beam. Children of Hecate have the ability to use magic to electrically charge something made of metal for a short time. Defensive Children of Hecate are able to create a protective dome of magical energy around them for a short time. Children of Hecate are able to become ethereal in form for a short time, which temporarily causes all attacks to go through them. In this state, they cannot attack an opponent and if they do their ethereal state will dissipate instantly. Passive Children of Hecate have the innate ability to see in all directions at once. Children of Hecate are innately stronger at night. Children of Hecate are able to communicate with the dead to gather information. Children of Hecate are adept at making potions and elixirs, however potions used in battle cannot be overly powerful or altering to the events of the battle. Potions that can automatically heal all wounds or restore all energy are examples of over-powered potions. Only descendants of Hecate/Circe and Lampades can create potions. Overconsumption of potions can result in overdose symptoms and some potions could have side-effects or not work at all. Supplementary Children of Hecate can conjure spells to teleport themselves and allies. The further the distance, the more energy drained. Children of Hecate can cast a levitation spell on themselves for a short time which will allow them to fly, the longer they levitate the more power it drains. The spell can also be used items and enemies. Children of Hecate are able to use some healing spells to quickly heal minor wounds and slowly heal major wounds. Fatal wounds cannot be healed. 3 Months After a Character is Made Children of Hecate are able to control the Mist around them, allowing them to create optical illusions that can fool even demigods. The illusions can confuse enemies with false memories, alter the appearance of the user or their allies, change the appearance of items or weapons or even alter the appearance of the environment to an extent. Changes to the Mist only last for a short time, mist control is less draining than custom spells. (6 month) 6 Months After a Character is Made Children of Hecate have the ability to create new spells, whether they were trained, self-taught or devised the spell on the fly. The spells can be minor, such as locating, summoning animals, divination or controlling emotions. Or they can be more advanced and powerful such as controlling the elements, pure magical energy, necromancy, curses and summoning monsters or magical guardians. Spells cannot be overly powerful or controlling. The more complex and powerful the spell, the more energy it drains from the user. 9 Months After a Character is Made Children of Hecate have the ability to focus all their magical abilities into transforming themselves into any living being, or even a being of their own imagination. This power is, in essence, the ability to shapeshift into anything the user can imagine. The user can transform into another human, an animal, a monster, or anything in between. The transformation can last as long as the user wishes it to, but the longer they hold their form the more it drains them. They cannot cast any spells while the transformation is in place and they cannot transform into anything overly powerful. (Like a rabbit that can make people’s heads explode with a thought. ) The form they shift into cannot be larger than 2 to 3 times the human size of the user, and after the user resumes their regular form they are severely drained. Unable to move from exhaustion and they could possibly faint. This power can only be used once in a fight. Traits Children of Hecate typically love the magical arts, many of them are known for writing spellbooks. Her children have created/re-introduced and improved spells and techniques all over history. Necromancy is commonly a favored magical art among children of Hecate. Children of Hecate are known for being quite mysterious. Children of Hecate are often more active and exhibit better moods at night and in dark environments. Children of Hecate wield innate knowledge and understanding of the Mist.

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History has taught us over and over again that freedom is not free. When push comes to shove, the ultimate protectors of freedom and liberty are the brave men and women in our armed forces. Throughout our history, they've answered the call in bravery and sacrifice.

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