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{Rockelle ~ Stormy ~ Iams}

Basic Information

Nicknames: Rocky, 'Kelle
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Sexuality: Biromantic, Asexual
Hometown: New Orleans, Louisiana
Godly Parent: Demeter

Psychological Information

Personality: Rockelle is a stubborn woman. She is very stuck in her ways, and never backs down from a fight. This may get her in trouble a lot of the time, but she most definitely can hold her own. She also can be a know-it-all, and frequently corrects people if she sees them to be wrong. Again, this is another part of her that could irritate others. Although these things may get her some hate, she makes up for it by being very headstrong and brave. Even if a task may seem large and difficult to others, she always feels the need to take it on. She mostly socializes with the other hunters, and those who she sees potential in. While she is not openly rude to men, she does not interact with them unless she is forced to. She hates seeing the Earth being disrespected, such as trash being thrown on the ground, cruelty to animals, etc. Rockelle is extremely devoted to Artemis, and would follow her to hell and back. Her hobby is collecting knives.

Strengths:Instructing others
Weaknesses: Social interaction, stubbornness, height
Likes: Animals, flowers, knives
Dislikes: Pollution, trash, men
Fears: Failure, falling in love
Goals: To lead the strongest group of hunters ever known

Combat Information

Powers: Moderate plant manipulation and animal communication
Weapons: Bow and arrow (main), Many hunting knives, kept in different areas of her clothing
Armors: She usually wears clothing made of kevlar, but chooses not to wear heavy armor, for it may slow her down.
Other Items: While she collects many varieties of human-manufactured knives, she mostly carries different varieties of Celestial bronze knives.
Strengths: Bow and arrow, speed, hand-to-hand combat
Weaknesses: Physical strength, medium range weapons

Social Information

Mortal Parent: Unknown. She was adopted
Other Family: She has an adoptive family in New Orleans that she speaks to from time to time, but considers her Sisters her true family
Crush: None
Significant Other: None

Other Information

History: Rockelle was adopted by a Pagan couple when she was twelve years old. Being born in New Orleans, LA, she was considered very strange by her peers, since she had claimed that plants and animals spoke to her. He parents at first thought she was schizophrenic, but then considered she was given a gift from the Gods, and began to raise her as a Wiccan. She was held back in school because of her “dyslexia,” and had a strong disdain for school. She dropped out of high school, and began to work in her mother’s herb shop. She was only informed of her true mother when she was witnessed to have seemingly made her mother’s herbs grow ten times faster than they normally would. Rockelle at first did not like being far away from home at Camp Half-blood, but grew used to it when she began to take up hunting. She was trained by the former lead Hunter, and quickly embedded herself into being a Hunter. She took up the position after the death of the former lead Hunter, and stationed the other Hunters at Camp Half-blood, believing she received a sign from Artemis herself. She now provides food for the Camp, and welcomes anyone who wishes to take the Oath into her training program.
Theme Song: Close Your Eyes - Line In The Sand
Quote: "I would sooner take on a wild tiger than show favor towards a man."
Other: (( I would want to be Aphrodite's daughter, maybe I'd get a boyfriend lol *cries* ))

Her hunting dog, Ember

{Kiara ~ Morgana ~ Weaver}
Basic Information
Nicknames: Just Kiara
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Sexuality: Pansexual
Hometown: Outside of Dublin, Ireland
Godly Parent: Hecate
Psychological Information
Personality: Bright, cheerful, and a bit of a prankster, though the pranks are never anything life threatening. She likes helping people, and she's always up for learning a new skill. She's kind of gotten used to the fact that her life is chaos, and embraced it to an extent, allowing her to roll with the punches.
Strengths: Adaptability, intelligence, perseverance
Weaknesses: Lack of planning, easily distracted, physically weak
Likes: Art, music, experimenting with magic
Dislikes: Lots of people talking at once, feeling judged, rudeness
Fears: Her magic getting people hurt, her father being harmed because of her.
Goals: To keep learning, and make a difference in the world.
Combat Information
Powers: See, this is why she has to be adaptable. She has very little control over her powers, given how variable magic is, and how difficult to control. She's starting to figure out bits and pieces, though.
Weapons: A pocket knife, at the moment. She'll probably get a weapon when she gets to camp.
Armors: None yet.
Other Items: A necklace with a protection amulet that her father helped her make (Basically a repel from Pokemon. It's meant to help her not get attacked on the way to camp).
Strengths: Agile and perceptive, so it's easier for her to dodge.
Weaknesses: Physically weak, and has a minor asthma problem. So she tends to try and stay out of melee combat.
Social Information
Mortal Parent: Eric Weaver
Other Family: Not really
Crush: Nope
Significant Other: Nope
Other Information
History: Kiara had a rather interesting childhood. Her father homeschooled her after an incident where she was fourteen, in which her doodle of a cobra became an actual cobra, and nearly killed one of the teachers, before turning back into a piece of paper.

That's neither the first, nor the last of Kiara's magical mishaps. It's just the one that made her realize that she was a danger to the others around her, and she should probably talk to her dad about it.

Her father was reluctant to let her go to camp, but recently, they've been attacked more and more often, by things he can't see. Eventually, Kiara convinced him to let her go for both of their safety.
Theme Song:
Quote: "It's magic, I don't gotta explain shite!"
Other: Probably Hypnos. Also, she has a kitten as a familiar.