✖▐ Harmony Thames Caladoniaxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Daughter of Athenaxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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xxxxxxxxxxxxN a m e → Harmony Caladonia. Interesting, isn't it?
xxxxxxxxxxxxA l i a s e s → Yes, yes, I know these are just nicknames, but I prefer the term Alias. Much more sophisticated. Anyways, I don't have any, sorry. Feel free to give me one, if you want.
xxxxxxxxxxxxB i r t h d a y → I was born on December twenty fifth. Christmas day.
xxxxxxxxxxxxP l a c e o f B i r t h → Why, none other than London, England.
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xxxxxxxxxxxxG e n d e r → Well, I hate to be rude, but I'm obviously female. Although I can understand why you had to ask, with all of the strange things that happen in this world nowadays.
xxxxxxxxxxxxA g e → I just turned sixteen not too long ago.
xxxxxxxxxxxxH e i g h t → I am five feet, ten inches tall. Above average, by most standards.
xxxxxxxxxxxxW e i g h t → Well, I am not so bashful about my weight as some girls are. I weigh one hundred and thirty pounds exactly.
xxxxxxxxxxxxH a i r → My hair changes color depending on the light. In darker places it is a medium brown, almost auburn color. In brighter vicinities or out in the full sunlight my hair is a dirty blonde color, and vibrant.
xxxxxxxxxxxxE y e s → My eyes seem to change by my mood. When I am happy or calm, they are a deep, stormy grey. But when I get upset or angry, they change to a pale grey-ish blue.
xxxxxxxxxxxxC o m p l e x i o n → I suppose you could say I have an average skin tone. Not tanned, yet not pale either.
xxxxxxxxxxxxB u i l d → I have a well toned, athletic body. What more can I say? Well.... Well I suppose I could say that I'm a tad tall and gangly too. I'v often been compared to a baby horse.
xxxxxxxxxxxxN a t i o n a l i t y → I'm British, if you couldn't tell by my accent.
xxxxxxxxxxxxN o t a b l e F e a t u r e s → I don't have any really 'distinguishing' features. I mean, I have a birthmark that looks like a book. It's on my right hip, in case you were wondering.
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xxxxxxxxxxxxG o d l y P a r e n t → I have been recently claimed by Athena. Fitting, I suppose. And it almost makes me suspect that Poseidon tried to kill me, and succeeded in killing my father.
xxxxxxxxxxxxR e l a t i v e s → Well, first and foremost I was raised by my father, although he's dead now. I have two younger siblings, both of which have a different mother from me. Other than that, I can't really think of any other relatives.
xxxxxxxxxxxxF r i e n d s → I don't have any friends in this camp just yet. Except for Tyler, the Satyr who taught me to defend myself.
xxxxxxxxxxxxE n e m i e s → .So far, I don't have any enemies. And I really don't want any.
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xxxxxxxxxxxxI was born in England, as I'v said, just on the outskirts of London and right next to the Thames. My parents were having a little picnic of sorts when my mother went into labor with me (or so this is the story father always told). Sure, they rushed her to the nearest hospital, but I suppose she'll never forget that river, and so she named me after it. Thankfully it was only my middle name. Anyways, I was raised there in London for most of my life, just recently having been brought to America in the past four years. It's different from London, sure, but I can't say that I dislike it. In fact, I quite like the rather lenient school systems. No uniforms or constant supervision. It was a nice change, and shockingly easy for me.
I can say that I quickly grew popular among the others in my grade mostly due to my accent, which refuses to even dim in the slightest. Apparently Americans love to hear people with 'accents' speak, although I think that they are the ones with the accents. Anyways, I joined in the tennis team there and before long I was captain of it. It was strange for me, being so meek and shy, to have jumped to the top so fast. Although I really only came out of my shell around the team or my coach.
And a nice boy named Tyler, who was a little younger than me. He was also crippled, and this caught my attention one day when we were walking down the hall. I couldn't help but to wonder what exactly had caused his disability. So, as I often do when curious, I began to ask questions, focusing on Tyler's legs. For a time he answered in a convincing way, but as time went on, some things began to twist around on themselves. Tyler had never been a very good liar, and within a few weeks I could call him on any bluff.
It didn't take me long to break down his resolve until he told me the true reason for his disability. I remember staring in complete and utter shock when he stood in front of me, perfectly fine without his crutches, and pulled his trousers down, revealing the dark furred legs of a goat. This had me fascinated beyond fascinated, and so I began to ask more questions, firing them off so fast that Tyler hardly had time to answer. Eventually he just stopped me and sat down, then explained everything about the Greek gods and this Camp Half-Blood. He told me that, eventually, I would have to go there, although I refused to go at that moment. We made a deal, he and I, that I would be able to live my current life until I was attacked, and then he gave me a little charm in the shape of a cross. A gift from my mother, he told me. Little did I know that it turned into the most beautiful ax I have ever seen. That was when I was twelve.
I lived for years perfectly fine, going through school with the tennis team and Tyler and my father, happy just to be alive. Although every day Tyler would take me down into the rather large basement of my home and teach me to fight with that Celestial Bronze ax. I excelled quickly, and I remember one time he looked at me with this spark in his eye and said, "I'd love to see you actually fight with that." I don't know, but for the first time, it seemed like he was much older than he actually looked.
Anyways, as I said before, in that time, I was happy. We were all happy. Although my father suspected one time that Tyler and I were and an item, but I quickly laid those thoughts to rest. Regardless, everything was okay until, one day, my father suggested that we take a trip to the beach, to see the ocean. A vacation, he called it. Now, as hard as it is to believe, prior to this I had never seen the ocean. I had never wanted to, honestly. But, a vacation sounded like it could be fun, so I agreed and dragged Tyler along with me.
We got there to the hotel in only a few hours, and the first thing my dad wanted to do was take me out on the water. I had always been a little frightened of water for some unknown reason, and had never been comfortable around a river or a creek, let alone that huge expanse of ocean. But, my father looked so eager to get out on the ocean so I relented, swallowing my fear and climbing aboard the little sail boat he had rented. The only thing that kept me from having a panic attack was Tyler. He was an ever calming presence in my life.
For the first forty five minutes or so, being on that boat was pretty fun. I had read a book about sailing in ancient and modern times, and so I knew how to maneuver the vessel like a pro. Also my dad and Tyler were so funny, they kept my mind off of my fear nicely. But before long I began to notice that we were drifting out farther into the sea, on a strange outward current that should not have been there at all. Then it was as if the world had a sudden mood swing. One moment the skies were clear and beautiful, and the next some sort of freak storm had rumbled up and engulfed the world in darkness. The sea tossed and churned in a sickening way that had me gripping the mast for dear life, as my dad and Tyler gripped similar objects. There was no fighting this storm in that tiny ship, and so we just had to hope that it ended.
But it didn't. In fact, it only got worse. Ten times worse. Before I really knew what was happening, there was a roar and a spew of water, and this enormous bull-headed dragon thing burst from the ocean, roaring as if the world itself had wronged him. Then he stopped and looked straight at me, and there was an eerie moment of silence, when the world seemed to stand still and the storm calmed. In that moment I knew that I would die. There was no way that I could survive this. All three if us would die and meet Hades in the Underworld, and hopefully he wouldn't send me to Tartaurus.
Then in a flash that moment was broken and the creature lunged at the boat, just as I gripped the little cross pendant that my mother had given me. Somehow I had forgotten what it could do, but I quickly remembered when it changed into that ax and seemed to swing at the monster of it's own accord. Only much later would I realize that I had been the one to swing, acting off of an instinct that seemed bred into my very bones. The hellishly sharp blade cut into the monster's jaw, sending him recoiling back with a roar of pain and rage. Then he lunged again, this time swerving at the last minute to slam his horn into the side of the boat. But I had seen this coming, somehow, and twisted the ax down towards his throat, cutting deeply, but not leaving a fatal wound.
Now there was a huge hole in the boat, and it was taking on water fast. I looked into the eyes of my father and my friend, seeing as they looked at one another, then suddenly they each moved at once. My father pulled a knife from his pocket and lunged at the beast, jumping atop it's head and latching onto it's horn. He planted his boot on it's head and drove his knife into it's eye, causing it to rear back and attempt to shake him off.
That was the last I saw of my father, for at that moment Tyler jumped at me and dragged me down into the water, wrapping his arm around me tight and swimming for shore. I don't know how long we were in that water, but it was the absolute worse experience of my life. The storm seemed to follow us at every stroke, overwhelming us in waves of cold darkness. I think, sometime in all of that chaos and horror, that I passed out, because one moment I was choking on mouthfuls of water as I struggled for air, and the next Tyler was leaning over me on shore, pumping my chest and giving me mouth to mouth until I turned my head and choked up at least a gallon of water.
It was at that moment that I realized my life would change forever, and I knew that I must go to Camp Half-Blood. And yet I hadn't even gotten a chance to say goodbye to my father. Tyler took me home and had me pack some bags, remaining silent as I cried the whole time. And when he got me into the car to take me to the Camp, I fell asleep, exhausted from the whole ordeal. He said that I cried in my sleep, and screamed and thrashed from the nightmares. I am highly inclined to believe him, for I do have nightmares now. When I got to the camp, he promised that he would be here for me. He was all I had left of a family, and I was going to hang onto him for as long as it could. Maybe I'll make other friends here at this camp. I kind of hope so. I don't want to be alone.
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xxxxxxxxxxxxD i s p o s i t i o n → Well. You know it's a little hard to tell you what my personality is, because people tend to be biased when talking about themselves. So, I'll tell you what people say about me. Usually they say that I'm a little too serious at times. Apparently I don't smile enough, although when I do people say it lights up the room. I can say myself that I'm smart, though. Highly intelligent. I'v been told that I have a dry sense of humor, and can be funny when I actually say something that's not necessary. But I tend to only speak when I have to. I'm shy around strangers, and it takes a little to get me to come out of my shell. I'v been told that I'm kind enough, although I can sometimes be a little mean if I'm agitated.
xxxxxxxxxxxxL i k e s → I like to read and learn. It sounds nerdy, I know, but there's just something about the influx of knowledge the gets my interest peaked. And, in lieu of the nerdiness, I like sports. Mainly tennis. I don't know, I just have this fondness for the physical activity. Oh, and I like strange things. You know, things that most people would see as 'weird'. They fascinate me. That ties into 'different pretty' as I like to say. People who are attractive in strange ways. Like me. I'm not your conventional pretty.
xxxxxxxxxxxxD i s l i k e s → I don't like stupidity and ignorance. Simple as that. I also hate sweets. I'm not a health nut or anything, but cakes and cookies just make me sick to my stomach. I'm a tad bit leery of water too. I feel really uncomfortable around the ocean ever since it killed my father.
xxxxxxxxxxxxS e x u a l i t y → You know, this question doesn't make me nearly as uncomfortable as I previously thought it would. I'm bisexual, if it means anything to you. But don't tell my dad if you see him in the Underworld, I don't know how he'll react to that.
xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r → I'm prone to panic attacks when I get very frightened. I get it from my father's side of the family, I'v been told.
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xxxxxxxxxxxxD e s c r i p t i o n → The ax is made of Celestial Bronze, and is just about five and a half feet in length. It's remarkably light and, when in it's inactive form, is disguised as just a charm that can be attached to a bracelet or a necklace. I currently have it on a necklace.
xxxxxxxxxxxxS t r e n g t h s → As I said before, it's light and can be swung at fast speeds. It's also remarkably durable and never needs to be sharpened.
xxxxxxxxxxxxW e a k n e s s e s → Being so large, the ax is a tad difficult to maneuver in tight spaces. As far as weaknesses go, that's all I can think of at the moment.
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xxxxxxxxxxxxI n t e l l i g e n c e → I'm going to have to say high.
xxxxxxxxxxxxP h y s i c a l S t r e n g t h → Relatively high, truthfully.
xxxxxxxxxxxxS p e e d → Moderate, I suppose.
xxxxxxxxxxxxA g i l i t y → Also moderate. I'm not all that agile.
xxxxxxxxxxxxD u r a b i l i t y → I can say high on this one with confidence. I can take a hit or two and keep going.
xxxxxxxxxxxxE n e r g y → Also high. I'v got enough stamina to last me days.
