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No, Fluffly. I don't insult...if I did I would tell you. I love you, I really do. But I'm one of those girls that can only find a few 'real' men 'hot', I'm the kind that dreams about fictional characters, not the actor. Like when I said Richard Ayoade, I meant Moss, the character he portrays in IT Crowd. And for John Simm, I mean the Master from Doctor Who. Its just me, as for the voice actors, I only dream of their voices and a lot of time the characters they voice. So..no that is not an insult, its just me not being able to find 'real' people attractive, sorry if you felt offended. But if that was an insult, it would have sucked...and would have been a fail insult.

...Wanna be best internet friends? 'Cause I can't help but find you totally awesome. I can't believe I left Nathan Fillion out of the explanation, just mentally add "And Nathan Fillion as the totally awesome Captain Mal from Firefly" to that down there. Yeah... >.<

Name: Kitty Paris
Username: KittyHimechan
Age: 13
Gender: Female
Appearance: Kitty has black hair with a dyed streak of pink in it, and intoxicating blue eyes. She is normally wearing skinny jeans and a tight shirt, but with the exception of ‘special occasions’, she’ll wear a skirt or dress. Her black hair goes down to her shoulders and the pink streak is slightly longer then the rest of her hair.
Personality: Nice, temperamental, short attention span, hyperactive
Skills: She is a great archer, fighter and crafter
Weapon(s) of Choice: Silver sword and a bow and arrow
Mortal Parents: Mother: London Paris (Deceased)
Father: Unknown
Biography: Kitty was born on October 31, 1996. Her mother named her Kitty because she saw a black cat when she went in to labor. By the time she was seven, she had been having nightmares that woke her up after something had gone wrong. When she was ten, her hair went from blonde to black, naturally, then she decided that since she was one of the, so called, ‘bad kids’, she would dye part of her hair pink to make it look like she was even worse then she was before. When she turned thirteen, things got worse, she started seeing things that others couldn’t see and her mom decided to home school her. When her mom died earlier this year, she found a note that told her she was supposed to go to some camp that would keep her year round, with special permission, of course.
Likes: Blue food, sugar, friends and boys
Dislikes: Brats, bullies, people who can’t think for them selves
Picture: x

You're not. I'm Moose.

Pippa Asia Cross. Queen Pippa Cross, to you, actually, seeing as you're part of that licentious crowd. The one that walks in the light, not blinded at all, the one that spend their days watching time fly by! They told me I was their queen, and I knew I was better than everyone else. I had this feeling of familiarity, but also separation. I needed to leave the world of the mortals for this world, the world of the half-bloods. I ached for the power that only one parent could give me. Well, actually, none of my parents could give me. Yet, my true mother, the woman I was the heir to, she was the one that gave me the power I ached for. I needed power, ever since I was a child I knew I was different. I must have been! Who else saw things like I saw, tell me, interviewer? I could describe the great feeling I first received when.. I'll tell you that later. Firstly, I suppose I must introduce myself. My family named me Penelope Asia Cross, a good name I guess, but I changed my first name to Philippa by my true mother's request. With the change of my first name, I lost something. I lost, but I did more of a gain of control over myself. My powers, that no one could explain. I knew most kids like myself couldn't do what I could. No one awoke in cold sweat when... I'll leave that till later. I'm roughly seventeen years old, now, I'm not a young camper. Camper.. Next, I'm asexual. That means I don't date anyone, ever. Neither gender appeals to me, no species. I was told at a young age that I could not sell my heart away, not to man nor a woman, for all they'd bring you was downfall. I do not believe in love and lust, anymore, and whenever I see couples kissing, I hate myself. My mother was crying when she talked to me about it, biting her thumb, kept whispering, "Mother, mother, tell me, please." To be honest and to be loyal, I closed off all romantic conversations with humans. I'm a female, I hope it's obvious, but genders don't matter unless you're trying to have a child. Lastly, I'm a mortal as you demigods call it.

My physical appearance, well, it's not something I've really looked at. Most mirrors around me are only used to settle off random bursts of anger. Anger I must control, she tells me, or I will falter and fail. I have shoulder length hair, but the color changes regularly. It's originally black, for your information, able to keep me away from others. I like having it brown sometimes, but that's a rarity, seeing as I like to hide away, and black works best. The length of the hair changes, too, and it sometimes may be short. I don't like keeping things the same all the time, who would? Maybe the gods, but not I. I have all my mortal parents' genes. My father, a tall, black haired man with piercing eyes, gave me my height and my hair color. My mother, a dainty, olive eyed, porcelain skinned woman, gave me my physique, my skin, and my eye color. I am a tall, small footed girl who's bones can be seen if the shirt is tight enough. I stand about 5"11, even taller if I'm wearing high heels that scrape my pale ankles. Supposedly my feet are my best feature, and I paint them different colors, sometimes the only color you'll see on me. I'm pale skinned, and I wear barely any blemishes on my skin. No freckles cover my arms, no red spots here and there. My lips are pink and chapped, usually kept apart subconsciously. My eyes are a vibrant olive, usually kept closed when I'm talking to my mother. I sit about 90lbs on the scale, but with my slightly muscled arms, it might have changed a little bit since the last time I checked. I'm a lot stronger than most mortals, emotionally and physically. I have good arms, I can carry most weight, and fast feet.

My personality? Well, that's something I can't really explain.. You still want it, of course. If you haven't been listening, I'm more of an anti-social person. The only person that ever understood me was the person that molded me into the girl I am right now, the girl that I cannot explain. I'm a good listener, if anything. I was used to hearing my mother ramble on and on about how the world was not as it was before, how it would have all been different if she and her husband had ruled. I don't pry, even if I want to know more about this mysterious man that my mother keeps talking about. I cannot wonder about the opposite sex, simply because I don't hang around them. I'm much like Pandora, I do search out the truth on something. Which is why my talent is extremely annoying sometimes, seeing as it makes me want to know answers. I don't lie. Never, unless it was a stupid lie when I was younger, have I lied before. Even if I'm more of the secretive type, I don't lie. Nor do I leave things out, unless they're unimportant to the listener. This is my weakness, unfortunately. My mother made me into a person that cannot lie, cannot leave anything out, or will instantly feel a pain of guilt that will overcome me. Which is why I keep to myself most often, to make sure that things like this don't happen. I'm not much of a talker, but when you do crack my ever growing shell, then you've got a talking box that can last for a few minute. Some people might say I'm insane, too. I have done some.. interesting things during my childhood, my rebirth as I call it. I have different thoughts for the world, I'm always questioning something. In my bag, I carry a small notebook. I have gone through a million. I have good sketches of parts of the body. I hope on becoming a doctor when I grow up, and leave this camp, or someone like Leonardo da Vinci. I have high hopes, I suppose, but all Queens would, wouldn't they?

I'll need some help for this one. Like most Queens to be, I was grown up to know the usual things. I play violin beautifully, the sullen instrument allows me to vent out all my locked up emotions. The violin case is carried with me, and my bow is my weapon against monsters. For they come to me, too, in search of my mother. There's something about her that drives them insane. I sing well, but I cannot reach the high notes, but rather the notes. For this my mother hits me, thinking that I should sound beautiful and high, not like a man, as she puts it. I don't want to put my mother down, of course, so I have been trying. Though, if you're not gifted with something, when will you be gifted at something, later, unless it deals with maturity or height? I cannot paint, but I'm someone that catches detail, and I'm a great sketcher. Just a few moments is all I need to have a mental image, and I'll be able to draw it again by hand in my book. I'm good at my powers, but they are still developing, and I have much to learn. My mother won't teach me anymore. Supposedly I will not ripen after my eighteenth birthday, giving me a year. I'm afraid of this. I don't want to loose my powers, they make me feel important. I want to be important, I want to be the Queen still! I am somewhat of a poet, it's something you must try to learn to do, but my poems are mostly small and about wilting flowers. I'm not good with plants, at all, for I keep messing up how they need to live. She told me that Mother Earth was very important, she said that she wouldn't be important without her. Therefore, I try to speak to her. I've tried connecting to her, reattaching the connection between our royal family to the ground, but no, it will not speak to me. Only words I cannot decipher. I'm quick minded, and one of my talents is quickly thinking things up to baffle someone else. The only thing I need to work on is my painting skills, my voice, and my powers. If only they'd work..

I love the dark. it might make me seem Gothic or something, but I don't like the light. For most of my teachings, it was outside in the darkness, where no one could see me. Anyways, my mother always looked most beautiful in the darkness, as if it was caressing her, and I was always mesmerized by her appearance. With this, I dreamed of being just like her. Most vitamin D was received by foods, and I barely saw the sun. This is why my skin is so pale. I love the colors purple and black, it's the colors I'll usually be wearing around at camp. I abhor the idea of wearing orange. I love doing my nails, which is why my nails are a vibrant pink, and my toe nails are currently a baby blue. With practically white skin, I can use any color I want. It's practically the only color I'm allowed to have on. Sometimes, I look like a mourner, with how much of my body is covered up. Supposedly, the lesser amount of clothing, the more the opposing sex will be attracted. I cannot understand sometimes why she talks like that, and it is something I dislike. I hate bright lights, and I am afraid of loud noises. It's one of my weaknesses. As a young child.. That'll be for later. Trucks, amusement rides, anything with bright lights and loud noises, I quickly fall to the floor. Any bodily fluids make me vomit, be in blood, vomit, anything. Weakness isn't something she wants me to show, but somethings just make me die a little. I hate mornings, so don't talk to me when it's early in the morning, either, you'll get a slap across the face, if you're lucky.

I was born June 17th, a weird day for such a weird girl. My parents, Millie and Patrick Cross, were two..interesting mortals. He was a banker, she was a clerk at the grocery mart. I got my parent's looks, but somethings turned for the worst. My 'uncle;, Clip as he called himself when he saw me about the age of two, wasn't a very nice man. He wasn't really liked by the government, to keep it short. Actually, he was a cyclopes, but the people couldn't see that because of the mist. He had killed my uncle, and then posed as him, and no one cared. Because of him, that's where I found my true mother. He saw something in me, which is weird, as I am mortal, and after a feud with my parents-resulting in them being eaten, actually-, he walked up to my room. I had been sleeping, dreaming, only to have my dream turn to the worst. The butterflies turned to dark Furies, and I quickly saw my doom. A voice, a soothing voice told me to wake up immediately and jump out the window, where she'd be waiting for me. I don't know why she chose me to be the Queen, but she had, and I was thankful for her decision. Clip was killed by a half-blood, just to let you know. I saw his downfall a few years later. My parents were soon forgotten, and this woman got care of me. She was a beautiful woman. Porcelain skin, ivory eyes, long, dark ivory hair that fell to her knees, practically. She was a prophet, she told me, which she laughed at every time I tried to pronounce it, but would fail. My old name had been Penelope, but she called me Philippa, calling me Pippa for short. She didn't like to talk about my family much, neither her own. Though, sometimes she let off clues. Her husband, someone with the name that started with a C or a K or something, was a hansom man. I had seen a few old photographs, though in each one, he either looked tired, angry, or a combination of both. Her father was 'an abusive man that was abused' as she called it, but thankfully for me, he supposedly didn't exist anymore. It was hard to imagine someone so pretty would die.

She taught me the usual things, as she called them. It was mostly academic-- English, French, Mathematics, Science, Music, Art. When I turned six, that was when she got deeper into her studies. "You might have a new name, a new look,"she said, touching my newly blackened hair, which had weirdly turned from brown to black, "But you aren't new yet. This is when you shall become new. When you embrace the power of the earth, the words it says, and create that barrier that was broken years before. I lost contact with her years ago, but I have found you, and you will be able to patch it up. There is a reason why you're my heir, my sweet Pippa." All this was scaring the six year old me, but I stood on the hill, bare footed, watching the world around me work. It was nighttime, the moon was playfully dancing on her skin. I wanted to go help her, but I don't think she needed my help. Pointing off to the distance, her finger led to a deer, grazing on some grass. It could barely hear us. "Catch the symbol of the night, soak yourself in it's blood. Do not show weakness. Once you show your loyalty to the huntress by her own blood, you will be new. You will be freed by the ties that your family has created for you." And with that, she disappeared. I needed to get reborn. From how she spoke, it seemed like a necessity. I needed to be reborn, I needed to be Pippa, not Penelope, I needed to create that connection with the Earth. So I took off. I was surprised with my speed. I chased the deer for what it seemed hours, but soon caught it in the ravine. The moon hit down on my practically bare back. It's eyes looked pleadingly into mine as I attacked the deer, my six year old hands barely able to hold the weapon in my hand. I bit hard on the side of my mouth, trying not to vomit. I couldn't show weakness. Silence covered the forest where I lived in, and I felt the coldness run over me as the animal's bodily fluid ran over my knees, soiling my beautiful dress. Quickly, a name appeared in my head. Artemis. I knew she'd hate me later.

I went through many more interesting things after that. At the age of twelve, she stared teaching me my powers. She was a prophet, that's what she told me. And with this, she told me about her life. She was raised in a family of lust, her father was also her half-brother, as her mother was also his own. Her father sought control, and the world for his own, but her mother couldn't agree. With this, he locked her siblings up, creating much pain for her mother. Her husband and her brothers that remained rallied up, and took over their father. Such a wild story it was, but I knew it was true once I started doing my prophetic spells. She told me that there was two types of prophets. The ones of the light, like Leto and Apollo, and the ones of the dark, like Asteria and Hekate. This separation creates some sort of balance, and she wanted me to be able to harness both, at such a young age. Who could do something like that, I didn't know. But I tried to be a good little helper during her teachings. But even with the teachings, the only thing that worked was the dreams. The dreams that gave me cold sweat, the ones that I awoke to screaming for the people that I had loved, now dead. She would hush me, tell me a story about her daughters--she had two that she loved so much, even if her husband didn't agree. I loved her, and I started calling her mother, as she was my mother, now. I had forgotten all sense of who I was before. My powers grew, till I could rant out things about the weather. It always took much. On my fourteenth birthday, she left me. She told me that I would loose my powers when I turned eighteen, and she told me her name, finally. Phoibe. And with that, she disappeared. I always preferred the Titans over the gods, and I quickly researched. It all made sense, half-bloods and all, monsters attacking them. I needed to find one. I found a stumbling satyr and a son of Ares, and followed them all the way to this camp. I snuck in by a secret passage, but was almost attacked by a bronze dragon that guarded it. Kheiron was on me as soon as possible, but headed me into the Big House to talk...

They needed a new oracle.

Name: Brook Karla Miller
Age: 14
Gender: Female
Appearance: Light brown hair, brown eyes, freckles. braces,
Mortal Parent: Male
Skills: Swordplay, Girl Scout Cadette(been in it since Brownies), does basketball count as a skill?
Weapons: Sword
Biography: She grew up in a small town in Tennessee, with her dad and adopted twin brothers, James and Ethan. She didn't really hae any major problems with monsters. She made good grades and was one of the best players on her basketball team. When she reached 13, she met a 'foreign exchange student' who turned out to be a harpy. She told her dad of the freaky girl. He wanted to take her ro camp, but the summer was over. So they waited until she was 14. But she's known she was a demi-goddess for a few months.
Likes: Camping, traveling, Girl Scouts, basketball, math, music, chocolate
Dislikes: having a camping trip be rained out, playing badly in basketball, bad usic, horribly failing a math test.
Picture: Brook

Ahem *cough*auto-claim for Poseidon*cough*
They said no dead giveaways.