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Rosaelle Marina Cameron :: Daughter of :: UNLCLAIMED
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I've seen a lot in my 15 years
And I have been told I am rather Maternal, nature and animal loving, a bookworm, the over-protective mom-friend, and people think I’m very non-violent, but that’s only because no one has ever truly angered me. (INFP)
I am always the mom friend, and usually the leader of the group because I want to make sure my friends are taken care of. I also love spending time in nature and going on long walks with my dog, and I will stop and say hi to any friendly – or sometimes even grumpy-not-so-friendly – animals and say hello to them. I will also spend time curled up with a good book on rainy days, or just going outside to read under my favorite tree. I tend to be pretty passive, since I don’t usually see the need for violence. That doesn’t mean I can’t and won’t get even if you go after me or my family – which includes my friends and pets, in my mind – but unless you really, really piss me off I won’t go physical. Words or showing someone up are usually enough.
I really love Nature, animals, books, archery, long walks in the park, camping, and definitely technical theatre.
Get it away! Spiders, manipulative jerks, the usual.
No! Shoo! spiders. (*shivers of horror*), being the reason things and people around me die, or not being able to help someone. Also, not being able to be myself.
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My mortal parent is dead, probably, or somewhere, but I was raised by foster parents, Adam Thompson and Mercedes Thompson
And turns out my other parent is a Greek Diety, though I wish I knew which one, honestly.
I found out like this … It was just after my eighth grade graduation ceremony, and me and my foster father were going to celebrate with a small barbecue in our backyard with my sister and a couple friends, but before anyone other than my sister, my foster father, and I could get there, this monster showed up, and he was after me. Thankfully, my sister can’t see through the mist, and my foster dad could, otherwise I’m not sure … anyways, I was able to get it away from my family, at least, by making it chase me to the edge of the woods, where, strangely, the forest seemed to hide me from him, all but my scent. The thing must’ve tripped over a tree root on the ground, because I heard it fall and took the chance that it was alone and came up to it. It started babbling about half-bloods, and that’s when I knew it was time to use the bronze knife I gotten for my 12th birthday. I killed it and went back to my now understandably-shaken foster father and sister, and that’s when he told me about my being a half-blood, being one himself, but that’s all he knew, just that I belonged at Camp Half-Blood, at least for the summer, not who my Godly parent really was. That was at the beginning of the summer, and after that I came to Camp Half-Blood, and I've been here ever since, and my sister, thankfully, is back with my foster parents, as it seems the monster are not interested in her ... at least, not yet.
And now I use any weapon, really. I’m pretty good with anything, bow and arrow or sword and shield, although I always carry the celestial bronze hunting knife I got for my 12th birthday, the recurve bow I got as a graduation present (which was planned, and some arrows), and the enchanted bracelet my foster dad gave me before I came to camp, which transforms into a shield (which was last-minute to be sure I was safe).
