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    -Veronica (Ron) Rode
    -Female
    -15 years
    -Ron is neither tall, nor short. She's also not particularly skinny, although her movement does have a willowy quality to it. She has shoulder length mouse brown hair, brown eyes, tanned skin and a smile that makes you want to lock up all your family heirlooms after counting all of them twice. She's almost always in a faded blue hoodie, tan cargo pants and scuffed up sneakers.
    -Ron is a prankster. She loves to joke around, often using herself or her friends as the base of the joke. She never means to insult those who don't deserve it (if you're a bully, expect a lot of shaving cream pranks) but often accidentally goes too far. She knows when to be serious, although she hardly ever puts it into practice since she takes it upon herself to lighten the mood when everyone is gloom-and-doom. She's very loyal and will stop her never-ending stream of jokes to defend her friends ferociously.
    -Hermes
    -She can pick a lock with her mind, but only when there is zero things she wants to look at, listen to, talk to or smell. Can teleport slightly, although this is an instinctive thing. She has to be in bad danger with no weapon and no way out before she teleports to the last place she was fairly safe. (Typically only puts her around fifteen feet away from the danger, which gives her a head start.) Her last power(and most frequently used) is the power of attraction. Not to boys (much to her dismay and pleasure, depending on Ron's mood) but to small, unclaimed objects like pens and coins and bobby pins and pocket lint. They typically just appear in her hoodie pocket or in one of her cargo pants pockets. Is basically uncontrollable. She can try to control it (say she wanted food; she could try focusing on the idea of food) but it doesn't typically work. (A pair of pizza patterned leggings, an unshelled acorn, a hunk of raw meat)
    -Scavenger
    -Ron had been going to Camp Half-Blood from the ages eight to twelve. As she matured, so did her power. It went from random things like cool rocks, to important ones, like expensive jewelry, books and daggers. The last one was particularly worrying, since her fellow campers didn't want to have to worry about loosing their weapon in the midst of battle. So, they 'asked' (Ron says they told her none too politely) to leave once it became apparent she couldn't control it. She left Camp Hal-Blood and wandered for a while, surviving only just. Her finding Camp Rouge at age thirteen was totally accidental and relied a lot on angry griffens who wanted their gold back.
    -Ron's weapon of choice is daggers, although she doesn't completely suck at using a sword.
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    -Other: She's definitely a rouge. x3

    Ron leaned back against a stunted tree trunk, rubbing her arms. Attack Camp Half-Blood? Capture Percy? Was that really necessary? Her hands dropped to the pocket of her hoodie and she shoved them inside it, too lost in thought to notice the drachma and chess piece her fingers found in there. If she was bitter about Camp Half-Blood telling her to leave, she would have been celebrating this announcement with everyone else. But she understood their reasoning and didn't hold a grudge. She ducked her chin a little before reaching up and pulling her hood over her head and sticking her hands back into her pocket, somewhat trying to hide from the rest of the campers at Camp Rouge. Who knows what Kit and Cammy would do if they found out she had torn loyalties about this.

    Ron sighed and stood, lifting her shoulders in an abrupt shrug. "No use moping around, Rode," she muttered to herself, heading towards the cabin. As she entered, she paused to drop the chess piece and drachma into the cardboard box with the words: 'I found this in my pocket, please claim soon -Ron' scribbled onto it in thick black Sharpie. She grabbed her dagger, sheath and all, and fastened it to her belt before heading out of the cabin and towards the training area.