But you better call me: Alice, or better yet, Moira. Alice is my stepmom and Grandmother’s name. The only unique part about my name is the middle part.
My Family: My father is Daniel Marcus, owner and operator of Mandel Grape Vineyards in Salem, Oregon. He is my biological father, and frankly the guy is awesome and yet a total jerk at the same time. All he remembers about my birth is that it happened right around the same time he got married to my step-mother, Alice Lissa, during the senior year of his college. Alice doesn’t blame him for having their first kid outside of marriage, since less than half a year after I was born to some woman Dad couldn’t even remember because of all the drunken frat parties, Mom had their first child together. That’s my brother Allen. Anyways, I have three other brothers, Daniel, Tony (Anthony for formal occasions), and the baby of our family of five, Joey. All four of my brothers were born from my … step mom/foster mom/caring mom, making me the only one of our family who could remotely even be expected to not listen to Mom.
My Godly Parent: Look, all I know is that she’s a chick, and she screwed my dad during some college party. I got my black hair from her, considering the rest of my family are a bunch of gingers, even my dad.
Appearance:
I like to wear jeans and flannels. Im not so much into the boots, because I love my tennis shoes. Sorry Dad, they're more comfortable, plus all the girls boots are... well girly! As for the hats I wear? Cowgirl all the way baby. You'll never catch me in a baseball cap, or a beret. Cowhand hat, and possibly a fedora, but that's it!
How Old am I?: 16 as of May 20th.
Skills: Ok… Let’s see. Living on a vineyard gave me a good number of farming skills. I know how to take care of plants, though most of the plants I were responsible for never grew quite right. Always lopsided or too big. Never the right size. Horseback riding’s a skill right? Well, Alice always insisted that all the kids knew how, even though the real horse of the farm was the ATV’s. Um.. I know how to shoot pretty decently. The boy’s and I have a rack of BB guns and .22 rifles that we shoot on the back side of the property. As for fighting? Um… Not so good. I mean, I can wrestle decently, as living with 4 younger brothers will teach you, but if any skill I have can come close to medevil warfare, it’d be archery. My Brothers and I are hunters, along with our dad. So, it’s always ranged combat really. Bows and arrows, guns, even once I tried throwing a tomahawk (I nearly lopped off Allen’s nose doing that.) But the Archery is my thing. Combat wise at least.
Weapons: I carry a tactical Tomahawk Dad gave me for hunting (It’s the same one that nearly took off Allen’s nose) and I’ve been borrowing the camp’s longbows to keep up my practice. If I were to make a trip to the farm, I’d have several guns that I could borrow, as well as my hunting bow, a compacting compound bow.
Hobbies: Um…. Don’t tell dad this, but I really like to light fires. I mean, when we’re camping, I’m always the one who calls dibs on starting the fire. Yes it’s a bit of an unhealthy Hobbie, but I like how flames act. They’re warm, fuzzy feeling on the inside, yet like a woman you try to play with it the wrong way, and it’ll hurt you. Plus you can’t fight back against fire, you can’t win. The only way to escape a fight with fire is to smother it in stuff it doesn’t like. Water. Speaking of water, I’m not too good of a swimmer. Never liked getting my head dunked every time we went swimming. Rain is fine, swimming? Ugh… Hate it. Hunting would probably also be a hobby of mine, and my brothers but, when you’re bringing home meat, it’s kind of a job too isn’t it?
Likes: Fire, Razzberries, Paramore, Hat Hair, Cowboy Hats, and definitely the open air
Dislikes: Tight Spaces, the smell of gasoline or diesel fuel, especially when it’s car exhaust, Cucumbers, Broccoli, and sagging.
Fears: Drowning is a big one. As is this recurring dream I’ve had since I watched the first Jurrasic Park. I hate Velociraptors. The noise they made in the movies is terrifying, and they only seemed to get smarter as the movies went on.
Bio: Ok… Lets start from the beginning shall we? I was born to my Mom and Dad from an outside partner. Dad didn’t even remember her name, just her face, and…. How many times they had sex the night I happened. Mom still accepted me into the family, and about 4 months later, they had their first legitimate kid, Allen. When Allen and I were about three years old, and starting to go to daycares and stuff, Daniel was born. Then when Allen and I were in first Grade, Tony popped out too. Finally, Just as we were starting seventh grade, little Joey was born.
I went to the local high-school, nothing too big. Heck it probably doesn’t even break the top 1000 high schools in American in terms of academics right now. I was part of the debate team, and also a part of a wrestling and boxing club. I was the only girl in the club. Um…. I was dating some Pointdexter for awhile named Bobby, but that quickly ended. Yah… I haven’t really had much experience with dating really, but what do you expect from a sophomore who was in Debate and Boxing? Eh.
The big moment that got me to Camp Half-Blood though didn’t even happen when I was at school or on the farm. It was when me and Tony were out hunting one weekend. Dad and the rest of the boys were still at home because they had the flu. I was tracking what had to have been the biggest boar in all the Northwest, when all of a sudden Tony shouts out that its coming at me. The thing was monstrous! It was easily a foot taller than me, and had tusks that could gut an old-school Ford Truck in no time at all. It charged me, and I swear I barely avoided the thing as it slammed into the tree nearby. I had my tomahawk on me, and not even thinking, I jumped onto the thing’s back and started to hack away at it as if I was out of my freaking mind. Nothing even got into it’s skin. I probably would’ve been toast if it wasn’t for the fact one of its tusks got lodged into an old oak, and as it pulled back, trying to throw me off its back, it pulled the tree right along with it, and crushed itself, just after throwing me off. All I’ve got of the thing is a broken piece of its tusk, which was the only thing that stayed. The thing vaporized into dust! I mean the thing nearly killed me, and it couldn’t even stay for the best hunting story of my life. I keep the tusk with me in my backpack usually when we go hunting, but I was caught by a local Dyrad, who saw the tusk fall out of my backpack. She found a way to get a satyr to come visit me, and I took his offer to come see the camp. I later found out that the boar that had nearly killed me, was a Nemean Boar, one of many different Nemean species.
Personality: I’m a mess when it comes to who I am. I’m one of the nerds of the school, since I’m on the debate team, and you really can’t slack on homework when you have debate, since two of the three pounds of homework you bring home every night is nothing but debate homework. Yet every Wednesday and Friday, I spend my afternoons fighting with guys. I may not be the best boxer in the group, but I don’t get my butt handed to me every time. Then at home, I’m the only girl, and my mother expects me to be prim and proper, yet at the same time, I’m one of the boys, and at that, the b*****d child from another mother. I like fires, yet love the rain. I hate swimming, yet I love fishing. It’s all these things rolled into one that make me one mess of a girl. Just trust me, it’s all worth it though. I’ll dance, I’ll sing, I’ll laugh or cry like the rest of them. I’m a little crazy but who isn’t? Gimme a try and maybe you’ll see what you like about me for yourself.
What am I forgetting: Oh Yah! Last major thing. Please do not put anything delicate around me. I seem to have this curse of clumsiness and bad luck. Nothing around me that can break wants to stay together. Mom doesn’t even let me handle the fine china on nights we have company over since she thinks I’m going to break it by tripping or something.
