Catalina Astrid Pepper - Daughter of Zeus
My parents named me Catalina Astrid Pepper , but others call me Cat .
In case you're blind, I look like 5'5'' (165 cm), 110lbs (50 kg). I have brown hair that falls just past my shoulders in free falling waves. My bangs are normally swept off my face. My eyes are dark brown, although depending on the light they have a tendency to look black. Don't ask me about my fashion statement, because I wear what I feel like, you know, comfortable stuff.
I have 15 candles on my birthday cake.
I love my Mother, Samantha Pepper (or salt n' pepper as I sometimes call her) who raised me up till now unlike the other who abandoned us.
When growing up, I noticed I was good at gymnastics, dancing.
If you looked at my 'History' on my browser, you'd see hanging out with my friends, watching the clouds, the weather (especially when it's crazy!) kite flying, watching the waves, cats, anything I deem as 'fun' .
Though, if you saw my dart board, you'd see pictures of Those Aphrodite kids that are obsessed with fashion (I mean doing your hair and make up and getting dressed up for a night out with your friends is fun and all, but they make it so serious!), snakes, boring days (in other words, not a lot) with darts in them.
Growing up, monsters started to attack me so I had to use Anything I had on hand really, I once attacked a monster with my hair dryer. I do prefer projectiles though, my ring turns into an old-fashioned revolver that shoots celestial bronze bullets. to warn them off.
And here's a mini autobiography of my life up till now.
I was born on April 22, to my mom, a cop. Even though she was a cop, she was the best mom I think you could have. Sure she was strict and all, but she also knew how to have fun, while staying within the law! I inherited my love of weather from her actually. She's such a weather enthusiast. Like, when I was young, before I started going out with my friends more and watching more normal T.V. shows, we used to curl up the couch together and watch the weather report. Now we curl up on the couch together and watch Rookie Blue (my mom loves that show).
You know another great thing about having a cop for a mom, you can be all like: don't mess with me, my mom's a cop! Which is good, because I don't like to charge headlong into fights. I only fight if there doesn't seem to be any other choice.
Anyways, I was diagnosed with dyslexia and ADHD from an early age (honestly, why do they call it dyslexia, that's like impossible to spell for the people who are dis- des- dyslek- you know what I mean). I got into a lot of really weird incidents and stuff, but never anything too major. Until I was 13.
My class was on a geography trip that day, and when we were on free time, my teacher asked to talk to me. When I went to talk to her, she turned into a giant double-tailed snake lady and tried to kill me! I mean, I know I found it hard to pay attention in her class and all, but still!
Anyways, by best friend, Marty (whom I was not dating folks!) came to help me, I guess he heard my screams, no one else seemed to. We fought her together, him doing goat-fu or something (did I mention that when he came to help he had GOAT LEGS! Ya, that was a shock!) and I just kinda chucked whatever I could find at her and beat her with branches and stuff. We were horribly failing, I mean she just didn't die! So... we ran away. We didn't get far before she caught up with us (yes, I know it was a lame plan!) Anyways, the math teacher (who had been one of the chaperons on the trip) came and killed her with a sword, and she dissolved into dust or sand of something. He told me that he was a child of Athena, and that I was a demi-god like him, and that I had to go to some place called camp half-blood.
Getting there wasn't easy, we kept getting attacked, and without my awesome math teacher and his funky sword (he hadn't come with us for one reason or another) we had to make do. It wasn't easy, but eventually we got to the camp.
OH! And I almost forgot. I didn't figure out how my magical weapon worked until I got claimed, go figure.
In case you're blind, I look like 5'5'' (165 cm), 110lbs (50 kg). I have brown hair that falls just past my shoulders in free falling waves. My bangs are normally swept off my face. My eyes are dark brown, although depending on the light they have a tendency to look black. Don't ask me about my fashion statement, because I wear what I feel like, you know, comfortable stuff.
I have 15 candles on my birthday cake.
I love my Mother, Samantha Pepper (or salt n' pepper as I sometimes call her) who raised me up till now unlike the other who abandoned us.
When growing up, I noticed I was good at gymnastics, dancing.
If you looked at my 'History' on my browser, you'd see hanging out with my friends, watching the clouds, the weather (especially when it's crazy!) kite flying, watching the waves, cats, anything I deem as 'fun' .
Though, if you saw my dart board, you'd see pictures of Those Aphrodite kids that are obsessed with fashion (I mean doing your hair and make up and getting dressed up for a night out with your friends is fun and all, but they make it so serious!), snakes, boring days (in other words, not a lot) with darts in them.
Growing up, monsters started to attack me so I had to use Anything I had on hand really, I once attacked a monster with my hair dryer. I do prefer projectiles though, my ring turns into an old-fashioned revolver that shoots celestial bronze bullets. to warn them off.
And here's a mini autobiography of my life up till now.
I was born on April 22, to my mom, a cop. Even though she was a cop, she was the best mom I think you could have. Sure she was strict and all, but she also knew how to have fun, while staying within the law! I inherited my love of weather from her actually. She's such a weather enthusiast. Like, when I was young, before I started going out with my friends more and watching more normal T.V. shows, we used to curl up the couch together and watch the weather report. Now we curl up on the couch together and watch Rookie Blue (my mom loves that show).
You know another great thing about having a cop for a mom, you can be all like: don't mess with me, my mom's a cop! Which is good, because I don't like to charge headlong into fights. I only fight if there doesn't seem to be any other choice.
Anyways, I was diagnosed with dyslexia and ADHD from an early age (honestly, why do they call it dyslexia, that's like impossible to spell for the people who are dis- des- dyslek- you know what I mean). I got into a lot of really weird incidents and stuff, but never anything too major. Until I was 13.
My class was on a geography trip that day, and when we were on free time, my teacher asked to talk to me. When I went to talk to her, she turned into a giant double-tailed snake lady and tried to kill me! I mean, I know I found it hard to pay attention in her class and all, but still!
Anyways, by best friend, Marty (whom I was not dating folks!) came to help me, I guess he heard my screams, no one else seemed to. We fought her together, him doing goat-fu or something (did I mention that when he came to help he had GOAT LEGS! Ya, that was a shock!) and I just kinda chucked whatever I could find at her and beat her with branches and stuff. We were horribly failing, I mean she just didn't die! So... we ran away. We didn't get far before she caught up with us (yes, I know it was a lame plan!) Anyways, the math teacher (who had been one of the chaperons on the trip) came and killed her with a sword, and she dissolved into dust or sand of something. He told me that he was a child of Athena, and that I was a demi-god like him, and that I had to go to some place called camp half-blood.
Getting there wasn't easy, we kept getting attacked, and without my awesome math teacher and his funky sword (he hadn't come with us for one reason or another) we had to make do. It wasn't easy, but eventually we got to the camp.
OH! And I almost forgot. I didn't figure out how my magical weapon worked until I got claimed, go figure.
