Faith Garnet Caladonia ◄ ◄ ◄
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xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | Ɍ | u | ɗ | ɨ | ɱ | e | n | ȶ | s ]... N a m e : Faith Garnet Caladonia
N i c k n a m e s : Never had one, never really needed one either.
G e n d e r : I hate to sound snappy, but I'm obviously a female.
A g e : I'm fourteen.
H e i g h t : Oh, I'd say just around five feet, four inches.
W e i g h t : Don't you know that's a rude question? I'm not offended, though. I'm one hundred and thirteen pounds.
E y e s : A nice, deep blue. Aqua almost.
H a i r C o l o r : Relatively dark. Not quite black, but close.
S e x u a l i t y : Although Hope insists that I am too young to know, I'v never looked at a boy and thought, "Wow, he's really cute." And there are some girls who just make my heart flutter and my head swirl, so I'm pretty sure I'm a lesbian.
B u i l d : Slight and athletic.
O t h e r N o t a b l e F e a t u r e s : I'v got a lot of freckles, unfortunately. Does that count as a notable feature? Oh, and I have a four pronged scar on my arm, that runs from my shoulder to my elbow. It's fading, but it's there.
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M o r t a l P a r e n t : Joseph Caladonia, my dad.
G o d l y P a r e n t : Is it a coincidence that my mother is the goddess of Rainbows? I think not. Iris.
A l l i e s : Just Hope and Harmony, for the moment.
E n e m i e s : None, and I'm not really looking to make any.
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H i s t o r y : I was born in Oxford England, a full four minutes after Hope, although I sometimes act more as the older sister. Anyways, my childhood was rather uneventful, really. My dad was loving and kind and Harmony, although not our full sister, was the perfect older sibling. We lived in London for awhile, before moving to America around four years ago. The primary - er, elementary - schools here in America were different, but not entirely horrible. Sure, Hope and I got picked on sometimes, but it wasn't anything we couldn't handle. Kids just seemed to think it so strange that we were twins, and so close as we were.
And when I say close, I mean it. We can't read one another's minds or anything, but Hope and I always seemed to be able to tell when the other was hurt or in trouble. That whole "twin feeling one twin's pain" is a lie, at least for me and my sister. I know when Hope is hurt, yes, but it's more of a gut feeling. I can never tell what's actually wrong, I just don't feel... Right, if Hope isn't ok. We'v also always been able to tell what the other is feeling, just a bond that most sisters share, really. And I know what she's going to say if confronted by someone. We don't finish one another's sentences or anything, but I can tell what's going to happen just by the slightest twitch of her eyebrow or mouth. Just something that I'v always been tuned to in my sister.
Anyways, at some point Harmony met a nice kid named Tyler, who hung out with us and played games and such. He was nice, and funny, and I think Hope had a crush on him at one point, although she won't admit it. Anyways, one day my twin and I heard him talking to Harmony about something. Curious, we listened in and discovered something that we'd never even imagined. Tyler was some sort of goat, human hybrid! And all of those Greek myths we'd learned about in primary school were true! Hope and I kept our knowledge of what Tyler had told our older sister a secret for awhile, but when Hope found them practicing some martial art in the basement (In say Hope found them because I refused to go down there) and told me that Harmony had been wielding an axe, I had to confront them both.
Speaking to the two older kids had always been an easy thing for my sister and me. and this time was no different. We sat them down on the couch and discussed everything that we knew, and they confirmed it all as true. Now that we knew everything we needed to know, Tyler and Harmony began to teach us to fight as well. He said we'd never know when we'd need to.
After awhile, Hope and I went off to something called 4-H summer camp, where we would stay for two weeks, and Dad asked us if it would be okay if he took Harmony to the beach. Never being very fond of water, Hope had agreed, and I had too, not really minding their little vacation. Off to camp we went, and off to the beach my father and sister went. Two opposite directions and two ends of the state.
Camp was fun, really, and we made a lot of friends. The most prominent being a nice young woman with a head full of brown curls and a smile that could make a shadow glow. She was two years older than me and Hope, around sixteen I think, and was very kind. I have to be honest and say that I had a little crush on her, although after I found out who she really was those feelings fell faster than a lead weight. Anyways, she was always looking out for my sister and me, and was there when the monster attacked us. Yes, monster. Some hideous thing that lurked in the shadows and struck with the speed of a wildcat. I almost died, pinned under the thing as Hope and I took a stroll through the woods. I remember a clawing sensation on my arm, and then a flash of golden brown and a vicious war cry. When I sat up, arm bleeding profusely, I saw the girl, whose name was Leigh, in a tight struggle with the beast.
Before long the reptilian thing was dead, and there was Leigh, kneeling next to me and patching up my arm like it was a daily thing. Hope and I were crying our eyes out, but Leigh seemed completely calm. She bound my arm tightly in a scarf that she'd been wearing, then told us she'd have to take us to Camp Half-Blood. She also told us that... Well that our father had been killed, and Harmony was nowhere to be found. I don't know how she knew this, but it caused a pain in me that stung like a knife. And I thought that I could almost feel the same pain in Hope. At least I could see it in her eyes.
I don't remember the trip to the camp, but I do remember Leigh giving us two small boxes of jewelry - weapons she said - telling us that she was our sister, on our mother's side, and she'd been looking out for us for years. This comforted me in an odd way, knowing that we'd always had someone looking after us, no matter where we were. Whether it was Harmony, Dad, and now Leigh, someone had always been there for my twin and I. And when we arrived at Camp Half-Blood, we found Harmony there, learning that she's only arrived a few days before us. She told us exactly what had happened to our father, and comforted us in our grief, just as we comforted her. Now that the family was back together again, things would get better. They had to get better. Right?
P e r s o n a l i t y : People say that there is always a better twin, but I don't think that's true. Hope and I both have our flaws and our virtues, and they'r all different. For one, I am much more calm and level headed than Hope, although my temper, if set off, is just as fierce. I tend to think tings through before I act, although I love to have fun as much as the next girl. I just plan out that fun more. Harmony used to joke that I inherited the "thinking" gene and Hope acquired the "acting" one. I'm a kind person, although I can't say that I'm completely selfless. If the need arises, I would save myself and Hope before anyone else. Although, I am very loyal and extremely tight-lipped with a secret. I'm trustworthy, until you break my trust, then gaining it back is nearly impossible. That brings me to my next point, getting on my bad side. Once you'r there, it is extremely difficult to get back on my good side. Yes, I hold grudges, but if Hope won't, one of us has to. I can be viciously cruel to people who I dislike, and my wickedly sharp tongue doesn't seem to have a filter between it and my brain when I'm angry, so whatever I'm thinking comes out. Honestly, when I'm mad and my temper snaps, I am much more brash than my sister, and if someone does manage to make me that angry, then it is Hope who is holding me back, not the other way around.
F e a r s : I'm kind of afraid of clowns, and any other person whose face I can not clearly make out. In other words, if I can't see your face, I'll be a little frightened of you, although I won't show it. I'll just be hostile. Although my second biggest fear in life is being buried alive. And my sole greatest fear of all time? Losing Hope.
L i k e s : I like animals, for one. Always had a soft spot for them, and I'm not really sure why. I like games of all kinds, but especially ones where you have to duck and dodge and hide. Like paintball and laser tag. I also have a fondness for heights. I love being high in the sky in some way or another, and the adrenaline I get from such things is something I also adore.
D i s l i k e s : I don't like being underground in any way. I can't even go into the basements of houses without my palms sweating and my breath catching. Also, I hate to have to repeat myself. It irks me like nothing else. I also really dislike snobby, arrogant people. When someone is full of themselves, it makes me want to slap them in the face. Oh yeah, I hate guns and bows and anything else that can kill from a distance. I'm not sure why, but that bothers me.
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S k i l l s : I can't say that I'm the best fighter in the world, but I'm pretty decent. I have a knack for persuading people to do things, though. I'm not exactly sure why, but I can really get people to do what I want. I'm also good at not being seen. Sneaking around undiscovered is one of my most prominent skills, and it's helped me often.
W e a p o n s : I'v got these blades, here, that are made of silver and celestial bronze. A gift from my mother, under the guise of two rings. I wear one on each middle finger.
