Annalise 'Anna' Fletchley :: DAUGHTER OF :: ?
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I've seen a lot in my 16 years
And I have been told I am rather introverted. I prefer to spend time by myself, never really depending on people for anything. I am soft hearted and kind but very shy so it is hard for me to make friends. I don't really go out much with people and would prefer to be by myself in the deep forest, I don't see human contact as a must in life. I wont deny that I am shy but once I get to know someone and they become a friend its hard to keep my mouth shut, when I am comfortable with someone I am very open and not very quiet.
Even with my introverted personality I still speak my mind when something bothers me and I'm not afraid to make my opinion heard. Some people -not a lot- would also say I have a dangerous temper, and its true that when I am angry I become very vocal and crude. I might seem quiet and antisocial but I have my moments when I don't let my shyness show and I just act out whats running through my mind. Growing up my mom always said I was brave since I never really feared much and if I was pushed to do something I wasn't comfortable with I still tried it against my better judgement.
I really love riding horses, training my acrobatics as well as my fighting skills, and taking long walks in forests. I enjoy my solitude and love when people understand when to leave me alone. My most favorite thing in the world however is chocolate, if there was a fountain of chocolate I would probably drown in it and still be happy.
I can't stand Winter (it's to cold), rich snobs, and most of all I hate my father for never being there for me. I can't stand bullies and anyone who thinks they are better than anyone else, their attitude just annoys me. I hate flying I wont lie it freaks me out every time my feet leave the ground it just doesn't sit well with me.
I am totally afraid of spiders, the dark, how powerful I might be. I fear that my mom might die before I ever see her again and it freaks me out that my dad is a god. I secretly always feared porcelain dolls and ventriloquists I know its strange but its my secret... oh and I am completely scared by gnomes because of a dream I had when I was little
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My mortal parent is Elizabeth Fletchley
And turns out my other parent is Godly Parent
I found out like this My mom always said that my father was a very powerful man and that he wasn't able to be home because of his job, I was always told of the love he had for me as I grew up but as I grew older I started to doubt what my mother told me. The way I saw it my father was a deadbeat, I had never met the man, never even got a card at Christmas from him; for all I cared I only had a mother but my mother always pushed the fact that my deadbeat father loved me.
Well I grew up in Vancouver British Columbia and went to school daily, I always had problems in school. I could never read properly the letters on the page were all jumbled and rearranged, I told my mother and was taken to a doctor who diagnosed me with dyslexia life only got worse from there. My life took a turn when people found out I was dyslexic they would bullied me for not being able to read and the teachers never helped only added to the problem when they would ask me to read out loud to the class or answer a question off the chalkboard. Growing up with dyslexia was difficult but my mom helped me a lot and always reassured me that I was still normal, I loved my mom greatly and was so happy she was always supportive of me.
On my thirteenth birthday my mom took me on a rode trip, she refused to tell me where it was she was taking me so I stopped asking and stayed quiet the hole ride. I woke up in the middle of the night and saw my mom climbing out of the car, her face looked like she had been crying so I got out of the car and followed her into the forest.
I was confused why we were walking into the forest at night but my mom never said anything, we had walked for almost twenty minutes when I saw a large gate and sign that read Camp Half-Blood. My mom told me of my father, telling me how he was a Olympian god and how he was forbidden from seeing me by Zeus. Well the rest of the story is I have been at Camp Half-Blood for three years now, haven't heard from my mom in any of them, don't know what my dad is doing (probably never will), and I call Camp Half-Blood my home now.
And now I use a war scythe
