My name is Nastasia Beerbower and I am a demigod.
I have seen a lot in my fourteen years.
And when I got to school I am in 9th grade.
My Mortal Parent, Rachel Beerbower , raised me from birth.
Though my other parent, turns out to be Dionysus
What led to my discovery of all this? Well you see...
living with my drunk, alcoholic mother I guess you can say it was bad. And it was, but over time I just grew to adapt with it alongside our poor lifestyle. The older I became, the more I realized that I couldn't contribute much to life. I wasn't intelligent, I wasn't agile... I seemed to be useless. I just went through my short life partying with others and just socializing. It's always funny to see the adults mad at my low grades, because I didn't care about it, and deep down I knew they didn't either. Eventually they did give up, giving me my independence right where it should be. I skipped school often, often to do illegal drugs with others. And smoke as well.
In elementary school, something happened that made me afraid of men. One of my teachers went crazy for some unknown reason and tried to kill me. I was seriously injured an had to be hospitalized for two months. I'm still afraid of men, though I'm not going to make it obvious to any stranger. But now, I was brought to Camp Half-Blood when I was attack by a giant black dog. A satyr had found me and told me everything, that apparently I'm a "demigod", whatever that means. We went straight to Camp Half-Bblood without letting my mother know (since she wouldn't have cared anyway.)
And that's when I arrived at Camp Half Blood.
Since then, I have been at camp for two years.
And I have obtained the following beads:
(Beads - leave this blank unless otherwise instructed)
I usually am told I act like outgoing and outspoken. Especially if you want to consider my mother and her drinking habits. I don't drink all the time, but similarities in our personalities are still obvious. I mean, I don't have to get drunk to start fights and do things normal people wouldn't. I'm pretty honest, hot-tempered and pretty remarking to other people. A lot of people tend to stay away from me, since I'm easy to anger and belligerent at that.
As you may have guessed from before, I am a huge party-goer. Invite me to a group event, and you won't be turned down. I'm not that good with academics, so I can't really make lame excuses like "I have to study" and whatever. Even though I'm extroverted, I still have issues with trust. I don't tell personal stories to other people and don't expect me to be honest as well. You'll need to be around me for a while before I tell you anything about my life.
I really like
+ Fruits, especially grapes
+ Harvesting time, when she travels over to her uncle's winery and helps him occasionally with harvesting grapes.
+ Parties/Large group events
+ Brawls, fighting
+ The company of her friends
+ Fun loving people
+ The rush of adrenaline
But I hate
- Men. With exceptions made, of course.
- Being bored
- Weak people
- Withering plants
- Pretending
- Handing my trust over quickly
And please don't bring in slugs/snails, death, losing her independence, being poisoned, men and rats.
But no matter what one day I want a life full of excitement and nothing to regret.
In case I have to fight I have twin swords. Awesome, isn't it?
I'm really good at starting riots, speaking my mind, acting (got it from my mother, unfortunately)
But I'm horrible at being nice (even when I try!), calming down a fight, showing a lot of emotions
