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- » » [ Call Me This ] Claire Ellinore Brook
» » [ But Really You Can Call Me ] Claire, Blondie, Ellie
» » [ I've Been Alive This Many Years ] Seventeen
» » [ Mortal Parent? ] Katrina Victoria Brook, Mother
» » [ Fear Me I Wield a... ] Dual sided saber
» » [ How Many years again... ] Five and some years at the camp
» » [ Ugh That Last Cookie Did Nothing For Me ] one hundred and twenty pounds
» » [ I Hope I Got Taller ] five foot five
» » [ Before the Mirror ] Claire is a fair, five five five inches, skinny girl. She has snowy pale skin and stormy-blue eyes. Her hair is short, cropped at her chin, and ashy blond that looks platinum in some light. Often she can appear frail because of her slim nature, though she is quite quick. She has high cheek bones and a soft heart-shaped face with a natural rosy hue to her cheeks. Claire has always been called 'cute' and the such because of these.She could likely pass for a young child if it weren't for her height and curves. Though to cover her curves Claire wears shirts that are too big for her. She will always be seen wearing gray, blue, or black. At camp she wears a baggy and too long version of the orange camp shirt, black dress pants, and dark red slip on shoes.
» » [ Lookie Hurr, That's How I Am... ] As I person, I guess I give off a calm sorta feel. Normally I don't let my temper get to me, though it doesn't always work. In my best of moods, I'm generally calm and kind. I'll smile and lightly tease, and laugh at my own faults. To me, I have quite a few, too... I'm pretty stubborn as well, once I make my mind it isn't likely I'll change it unless given a valid point against it. And even then, I might not agree. I'm pretty good at planning things out during a battle, or even in general. Overall, I'm pretty smart and prefer to plan things through before blindly rushing into them, unless of course I'm pissed. Then I have a bad habit of barking orders I might regret later on, which then leads to my pigheadedness coming into play. I have quite a few odd little quirks my Grandmama has pounded into me. One of them being my little bow like gesture and the other my habit of not letting others help me. I don't like to disadvantage people by needing their aid, so I try to deal with most things on my own. That includes any sorrows or issues I may have. I tend to bottle them up, rather than dealing with them; which, more often than not, leads to me lashing out if I have too much bottled up.
» » [ Shocking, no? ] Life was easy as a child, or maybe it was just my bliss of being young and ignorant. My mum was half German, half British. She did areal stunts with planes. You know, like those people who do loops in the sky and preform stunts like that? Yeah, my mom did that as a living. We lived in Central New York, New York. Grandmama And Grandpapa lived with us, but never any Father to be seen. I didn't mind all that much. Of course all the kids at school had both their parents, and teased me for it. Though, they also teased me for my short attention span and issues with reading. I was used to it, so it didn't really bother me. Most of my young life was trouble free, some odd things happened, but it was pretty normal over all. I was five when something actually happened. Only recently have I remembered the true story. We had gone to Central Park for a picnic. I got to pick the spot, and went straight for my favorite place; a large clearing with trees surrounding it and one huge tree in the center. The picnic itself went perfect, it was when we started to head home that the event started. My mother died that day. I'd originally been told it was a heart attack that killed her all those years back. Now, I know the truth. She had protected me with her life, turning necklace to blade and fighting her best against the beast that had attacked. She died that day, but I hadn't been there to see it, mum had Gandmama and Grandpapa rush me home before I could see anything. The last I saw of my mum was the car driving her form away.
The years passed slowly after that, I changed schools a lot. Every time I did, it was because of some weird accident that was often blamed on me. As soon as it happened, of I went to another school. I didn't really mind it; it wasn't like I made any friends anyway. They had more reason to tease me, now that I had no parents anyway. On my tenth birthday, my grandparents gave me my mother's necklace. The same one she had worn that day. I treasured it, I still do. Though, it is more important to me now. Anyway, as I grew older the events increased in numbers. I was twelve when the events finally dawned on me, whatever was going on, it followed me. I had been followed by some creepy monster on my way home from school, not a pretty thing. I don't even remember what it looked like... But as soon as I got home, and started working, gathering everything I could get mind hands on but still move light with. A Backpack filled with food, my sketch pad, extra clothing, and as much money as I could find. After a hastily written note was placed on the kitchen table, I left. It probably wasn't all that smart, I was only twelve after all, but I felt it was for the best. Staying where I was put my grandparents in danger. Whatever was going after me could go after them. I already had no parents; I didn't want to lose my grandparents too.
So, I spend my time wandering through New York, I moved north. At first it was monster free, but eventually they started to find me. Luckily, by then I figured out why I was given that necklace. It was apparently a straight double-sided saber. Which was kinda creepy to find out; I still have a scar on my right palm from the accident of learning it was a weapon. I stayed in a few cities for a while, switching between fencing classes to learn how to use the blade, though it quickly depleted my money and eventually I had to start earning it. I was working back towards New York by this time, and worked on boardwalks performing steps of my swordsmanship or drawing. I'm a pretty good drawer, oddly enough. And people on boardwalks love getting themselves drawn all cartoon-like. That gave me my fair share of money. One big incident was what landed me in Camp Half-Blood. It was April, and not many people were on the boardwalk. I had been traveling for three months at the time, and was drawing a family’s picture when a huge monster just ran through the area. People were yelling about a crazy driver, but I saw something different. My first reaction; run like Hades. That didn't really work. I was cornered at the end of the boardwalk, deep water behind me. Which wasn't really all that good; I couldn't swim. My mother had never let me near any more what then it took to fill the bathtub and my grandparents followed that tradition.
Even with my skills I didn't have enough room to fight and ended up falling over the edge. Into the ocean. Luckily for me, someone had been nearby and saved my life. I really would have died then and there if it wasn't for them. After changing into dry clothes, the person who saved me offered me something to eat and then introduced himself. As a satyr. Like, satyr, satyr; half goat person satyr. After the probably normal panic attack, the person told me about a camp where I could be safe. Camp Half-Blood; I wasn't normal, I wasn't like most kids my age. Apparently, I was half god. After another good hour of panicking, I agreed to check out the camp. It was probably better then the streets where monsters come to attack you. Once I arrived, I felt kinda out of place. Not because I was one of the youngest, or because of some normal reason like that. I just felt lonely, not sure where I belonged or who my parent was.
Eventually I got used to it. While training I kept myself busy enough to disregard the fact. I did train as hard as I could so I could live up to the standards and try my best to surpass them. I don't want to be just one of the bunch, I'd like to stand out if I could. Make him proud, whoever he was. Even if he wasn't there during my life, he might just have been looking over me, so I'll try my best to prove my worth.
» » [ Ooohh bebe bebe! ]
❥ sweet food
❥ rainy/stormy days
❥ being high up
❥ friends
❥ to know what is going on
❥ Drawing/Art stuffs of all kinds
» » [ Get It Away From Me Immediately If Not Sooner ]
✗ Those Who Underestimate Others
✗ the sea
✗ power outages
✗ mint
✗ being unsure
✗ being degraded
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