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Name: Brynne Amelia Carson
Gender: Female
Age: Seventeen
Birthday: September 24th
Godly Parent: Bellona, the Goddess of War and the Homeland
Claimed: Yes
Years at Camp: Seven Years
Cohort: First Cohort
Rank: Legionnaire [rank three]
Explanation of Rank: Brynne was a fighter from the moment she stepped foot in Camp Jupiter. Her mother, the Goddess of the Homeland, would be proud to have such a determined warrior fighting for camp. At the age of fourteen, she took the first chance she could to prove her worth. Brynne volunteered to fight one of the best in the Cohort, who was seventeen at the time. the fight was long, but well played by both sides of the duel. She didn't win, but due to the skills she displayed, and her endurance granted her the legionnaire ranking. Brynne is now rank three, having been a legionnaire for 3 years.
Mortal Family:
Amy Carson [Adopted Mother]: The third of Brynne's mothers, Amy is by far her favorite. The woman was just a twenty year old when the Carson's made the choice to adopt the young demigod. Amy knew that Brynne was a demigod, she could tell, and they wanted to have children anyway. The couple took the child willingly, and adored her. Amy was the more laid back of the two, but that didn't stop her from disciplining the young daughter of Bellona. Being a demigod herself, the family would settle in New Rome.  

" Amy and Archer are probably the best people I know. They accepted me when no one else did."

Archer Carson [Adopted Father]: Archer didn't know if taking a demigod into their hands would be a good idea, but he eventually accepted Brynne. He wasn't sure if his wife, a daughter of Apollo, knew what they had gotten into. Children of Bellona had been known to be temperamental and violent, two things Archer didn't care for. However, it all worked out after the many years he had put into making the demigod aware of her temper.

" I could tell Archer didn't like me, even when I was eight. He seemed to hesitant, unlike Amy. But I think he got around, I mean they're great."

Ashley & Andy Carson [Adopted Siblings]: When Brynne was fifteen, she heard that the twenty seven year olds were expecting children. At first she wasn't sure if that was a good idea, because it could distract from her, but she was hardly spending time with the Carson's now that she was a legionnaire at camp. Still, she swore to love the twins.

" Ashley and Andy are the two cutest two year olds ever. They have little blue eyes and blonde hair, and -uh. Well, I mean, they can get annoying."

Brief History:

"It's kind of boring actually. No one wanted me, why would they? No one new what they were getting into. Brynne Carson is someone you do not want to live with,"

Born into the hands of a serial killer, Bellona swore to get her daughter out of harm's way. She sent one of her other sons to take the young child and put her up for adoption. Anything could be better than living under a roof that could kill her. When she was two, Brynne was taken into her first home. The Jennings were a young couple, that wasn't expecting such a hassle. The young demigod was temperamental, who would refuse to eat, or lash out. Eventually, her screams and tantrums caught up to her. The Jennings returned the child immediately, saying they thought she was crazy.
At the age of five she was adopted again, into the Penesive family. An older couple, around the age of forty, was up to the challenge of taking care of the girl. She was their only child, and was held to high standards. Due to her dyslexia, school was a constant struggle for her, and earned her many beatings. Mr. Penesive figured that the girl would remember pain, but it only scarred her physically. Her emotions were a mess, and she would lash out. Once, the last fight, Brynne fought back. Throwing the hardest punch the eight year old could muster, she gave him a bloody lip and ran. In the next week, she was back into the adoption system. That's where the Carson's came in, who saved her sanity.  
Training since she was ten, the demigod has been training at Camp Jupiter. Brynne was just as fierce then as she is now, and never really adapted to taking orders. As a child, she took lots of punishments for not obeying her commanding officers, and she simply took them, never bothering to learn. When it came time to turn fourteen, Brynne was ready to become a legionnaire. She didn't hesitate to challenge one of the toughest in her cohort. Their duel was long and well-matched, and in the end, the daughter of Bellona lost. Yet, the senate looked at her skills and endurance, and knew they wanted her in their legion.
Brynne is now a rank three in the legion, with three stripes on her arm. She takes most of her days as days to train or give orders. One of her many flaws is the fact that she cannot accept orders or direction. She has had a few relationships with people, that have all ended negatively. The girl is seemingly incapable of caring about people.
Appearance:

" Can't you look up? "

Brynne can look either very intimidating or vulnerable. However, never say that too her. Her eyes are dark and sharp, always staring deep into something. Whatever that something is, it's almost always frozen for a moment under her death stare. Her thick eyebrows don't help that effect either, as they always display her emotions best. When angry, they become very angular. When calm, they are relaxed as well.
Her face is very soft and smooth, when not sunburned or tan from many sessions out in the sunlight. Brynne's lips are simple and pink, not ever dressed up. As for her hair, the demigod has a mop of caramel and chocolate mixed hair, often up in a ponytail or a bun. She thinks putting her hair up is easier, and picks that over taking time into her appearance. Brynne's hair actually falls past her shoulders in smooth waves, but due to her lack of caring, it is often rough and unkempt.
The girl doesn't give a damn towards fashion, or what people are supposed to wear. She will choose jeans, graphic tee shirts, and her leather jacket over anything in a heartbeat. Combat boots are also something completely necessary for her, and she wouldn't leave the barracks without them.
Personality:

"I'm sure you have a lovely image of that, "

Brynne is one of those people you hate, but never talk about. She will hunt you down and take you down, publicly. She is very into the idea of shaming someone, like she felt she was when she was beaten in her second home. The demigod holds grudges for as long as she can, knowing that she can try and make them suffer. (and yes, she will try for like, ever.)
The demigod is also very determined. When she has something she wants accomplished, she will set her mind to that task and destroy anything in her way. Brynne wants to achieve goals, whether it is her's or the goals of the senate. That's the one way to bend the girl, use Rome. She loves the home, the only real home she has ever had, and will die for it if needed.
Above all, the girl refuses to show emotion. She will keep everything bottled up inside of her until she explodes, normally at someone. Brynne isn't afraid to let all of her rage out on someone by hurting them, whether it's emotional or physical. The real girl, filled with loneliness and sadness is tucked away and masked with anger.
Fatal Flaw:

" I suppose I'm a little... violent, "

Brynne is very temperamental, being on a short string all the time. It only takes a few things to make the demigod explode. She also holds grudges for extended periods of time, making lots of enemies.
Pet:

"Me? A pet? "

N/A
Talents:

" I have loads,"

* Swordsmanship - Since the girl has been going at fighting since she was ten, she is skilled with many weapons. She prefers her spear, but even a knife can be turned into a deadly weapon in the hands of a trained killer.
Weapons:

"I fight with a spear most days, but it depends on my mood. Sometimes it's a sword, or a dagger,"

Brynne isn't very picky when it comes to her choice of weapons, however she uses her spear most often. Five feet in length, and a foot of imperial gold for the blade, she fights will skill and ease. Whether it's throwing the spear, or stabbing with it, Brynne doesn't care, as long as it works.
Other:
Brynne is portrayed by Emma Watson

Name: Renae Katherine Hufford
Gender: Female
Age: Fifteen
Birthday: June 2nd
Godly Parent: Saturn, the God of Time
Claimed: Yes
Years at Camp: Two years
Cohort: Fourth Cohort
Rank: Legionnaire [rank one]
Explanation of Rank: Renae has been the one in her Cohort to truly judge people, and then later tell them what she thinks is wrong with them and why. In most cases, she just couldn't help it. One time, she explained the flaw in the grip her Centurion was using, she could've easily been punished. Instead, her leader tried using the weapon with the new grip, and was more successful.
Mortal Family:
 Marcela Hufford [Mother]: Marcela was twenty years old when she met the adventurous Roman, who was disguised as a normal college kid at the time. She was going for a degree in writing, to pursue her dream of turning the stories in her head to actual novels. They soon had news of their coming child, which is when Saturn left. Now that she is 35, she has married, a at home business man named Evan. She did get a job at a local newspaper, and is now the head editor there, where she spends most her time.  

" Before Evan came along, mom was much more herself. She was carefree and lighthearted. Now, I don't see her much,"

 Evan Hufford [Step Father]: Evan was similar to Marcela, in the fact that they both wanted something more out of life. However, how they got it was different. Marcela wrote away her struggles, while Evan drank them away. He was sure it make sure it was whenever his wife wasn't around, so he could take the pain away on Renae. The emotional and physical abuse only lasted a year before the girl left.

" Evan is a cruel, bitter, harsh man. I hope he gets hit by a truck,"

Brief History:

"It was great, with lots of emphasis on was,"

Still in college while Renae was born, her mother had to quit school to take care of her child. Money was slim, and a rare occurrence for them, but the small duo made the best of most situations. The demigod wasn't anything out of the ordinary, and Marcela didn't expect anything strange to happen. She lived the average life of a single mother, who traveled the unspoken path.
When Renae was six, the family moved to Northern California, so Marcela could be a little closer to some friends of hers, who would help her with her money problem. Once they moved from Portland to California, new friends wasn't the only thing they found. Renae noticed that reading was a low point for her, and all the words would mush together into a blob. Her mother found someone to talk to, a male, which was something the demigod wasn't used to. Marcela wasn't supposed to like people, she was supposed to be there for Renae only, right? At least, that's what she figured. The man was named Evan Hufford, someone she would never forget.
When Renae was eleven, the two got married. It was a new transition, one the girl was cautious of and wasn't ready for. A new house and location was in order, as well as a new way of life. Her mother got a job, a big job, at the local newspaper and spent most of her time there. That left Evan and Renae alone in the small home for long hours, hours that the demigod could never forget. Belts, bottles, and hands were used to hit, slap, and whip the girl out of rage. Evan would drink when his work suffered, and the girl still has several scars from numerous beatings. She was powerless to defend herself without the protection of her mother. A few weeks after she turned fifteen, Renae was done with life under Evan Hufford's roof. Sharing his last name was bad enough, so she ran. Taking all the money she had, the girl fled, and ended up at Camp Jupiter. Now, she tries not to think of the mother she left behind. They write sometimes, but the girl hasn't seen her mother since that day.
Appearance:

" I guess your typical blonde?"

Renae has long, sleek, platinum blonde hair that goes to her mid-back. She makes sure it's in proper condition, and pays it the most attention, compared to everything else on her body. She likes to play around with her hairstyles, trying new things every other week. The locks can range from curled, to braided, or crimped, maybe straightened too. It doesn't really matter to her, she just likes the experimenting.  
The demigod's eyes are a bright, icy blue, that tend to stare into you. She doesn't need to dress up her eyes much, but will on occasion. The rest of her heart shaped face is relatively plain and smooth, with nothing out of the ordinary. However, she stays relatively pale, even in the summertime. Renae tends to burn if left in the sun too long.  
She stands at about 5'5", with a lean frame. The girl enjoys looking nice, but won't go over the top for everyday at camp. A sparkly top or a floral skirt are about as interesting as Renae will get on a normal basis.
Personality:

"I'm nice! At least, I  would assume that. People say I'm honest, which is good,"

Renae isn't the brightest girl you'll ever meet, but she has good intentions. She doesn't often follow things right away, but if you give her a minute she will probably grasp a concept. The demigod is also very curious, and likes trying to figure things out. So far, she doesn't have the Sherlock Holmes potential, but she tries. Really, the girl likes learning, but struggles with it.
If want the honest truth, come to the fourth cohort and find Renae. She will tell you exactly how she feels about an issue in a heartbeat. The girl doesn't really understand the fact that some people may not agree, she just knows how she feels about certain issues versus other ones. Renae also doesn't mean to seem harsh, she tries to have the best interests at heart. She tends to include everyone, if possible, and gives lots of second chances.
Despite her forgiving and honest nature, the girl doesn't accept blame on herself. She doesn't like being pinpointed as the problem, and will trying to get out of that position by pointing out flaws in others. She won't accept the fact that she did something wrong, and will deny it until the problem is dropped and forgotten.
Fatal Flaw:

" I can't stand needles,"

Not only does the girl refuse to be in the same room with needles, but she blames everyone else for problems. Renae doesn't accept the fact that she can do something wrong, and instead blames and critiques others.
Pet:

"I'm allergic,"

N/A
Talents:

" I can slow time, sort of,"

* Time - With much concentration and focus, Renae can slow time for five minutes, without blacking out. She will get a severe headache even slowing time for those mere minutes, but sometimes that's all you need for a getaway.
Weapons:

"I use a knife,"

Renae's weapon is simple and easy to understand. She has and eight inch blade, made from Imperial Gold, and a leather hilt. It isn't much, but she doesn't really mind.
Other:
Renae is portrayed by Annasophia Robb

Name: Xander Ross Larkin
Gender: Male
Age: Sixteen
Birthday: January 13th
Godly Parent: Fortuna, the Goddess of Luck and Fortune
Claimed: Yes
Years at Camp: Three Years
Cohort: Second Cohort
Rank: Legionnaire [rank two]
Explanation of Rank: Xander lead the main charge in one of the War Games for the Second Cohort. He didn't do very much, but since it was a group of fourteen year olds, they all got the Legionnaire rank. Really, he was carried into it, but still brags about that charge.
Mortal Family:
 Xavier Larkin [Father]:  A skilled photographer captured the heart of the Roman goddess just as he was breaking out into his big career. The two seemed like a perfect match, both carefree and equally charming. Xavier thought the goddess's name was Fawn, and was ecstatic when they were to have a child. Six months after the baby, Xander, was born, Fawn left without a trace. No note or reason. For a while, the photographer was lost, until he met  Charity, at one of his photo shoots. The model was beautiful, and charming, reminding him of the goddess. They were married shortly after Xander turned five. Now, Xaveir is busy with shoots and other things, but he still cares about his son.

" Dad's alright, kind of overrated, but alright. He does what you'd expect a photographer to do, marry a model and have kids. It's normal, but hey, I'm not complaining,"

 Charity Larkin [Step Mother]: Charity was that kind of flawless beautiful that reminded Xavier of the goddess, his first love. Her eyes sparkled in the same way, and her laugh was just as pure. Sure, Charity was a little more self-absorbed, but aren't all models? It didn't matter to the photographer, he had to have her. Charity adored the man, mostly his money, but him too. He was driven, and a little dim. She knew that if she had him by her side, nothing would ever be wrong.

" Charity's... alright I guess. She's fake, and tries to hard to pretend to like me, but that's what I would expect from a woman who knows I didn't come from her. I came from something better,"

 Grace Larkin [Step Sister]: The ten year old daughter of Xavier and Charity ended up to be all to similar to her mother. She had the same self absorbed attitude, but a much more believable act. Blonde hair and green eyes could persuade anyone into anything, except Xander. Grace hated her step brother, and he returned the affection. She could get the noble peace prize, and he would always despise her.

" Grace is a dumb blonde, even though she's only ten. She thinks she has everyone convinced, even dad, but she doesn't. She thinks she owns this family, but my dad's mine,"

Brief History:

" It was alright, I guess, nothing great,"

Xander was born to the well off photographer, Xavier Larkin. The Larkin's were a close knit family, two resided in Seattle Washington. His grandparents, Wilma and Harold Larkin weren't sure about the child at first, especially after learning that his mother had simply left. However they still adored their blonde haired grandson, and took the opportunity to take care of him when Xavier was off at work. While off on one of his trips, Xander's father met Charity, a model. They started dating when the demigod was three, and were married by the time he was five.
Quickly after they were married, Charity was pregnant with a child. Xander wasn't sure about his mother, noticing how she wasn't really sincere with her words. Neither was the demigod, but at least he meant a few things. At school, Xander had friends that were similar to him, athletic and arrogant. Then came his step sister, Grace, who was very similar to Charity. The demigod took an almost immediate dislike to her, but never said anything against her. He instead focused on sports, which was his way to blow off excess steam. Basketball and football were his favorites, because it allowed him to shove and throw.
As he continued to grow up, Xander became more confident in his abilities as an athlete, but his step sister still managed to out shine him. Whatever he did, Grace did something else better. The demigod was beginning to think that his own father thought better of his second child than him, which only made Xander want to try harder. He had a desire to be the best, but it wasn't good enough. When he was thirteen, he confronted his father about his loyalties, telling him about how he didn't feel a part of his family anymore. Their argument was short lived, a few words from his father leaving Xander running in the opposite direction. He stayed at a friend's house for the first night away, but he knew that wouldn't work forever. So, he took all his money out of his bank account and headed down to California, where his grandparents had a vacation home. By sheer error, he ended up at camp.
Set into the second Cohort, the boy was a natural fit. He enjoyed meeting new people and besting them in various forms of contests. However, he never was good at winning arguments. Xander would always back out, or avoid them.
Appearance:

" This face brings all the girls, haha,"

Xander has a sharp face, with an attractive jawline. The angles on his face make it look thinner than most, but it also makes him stand out in a crowd. That, and his smile. It's a contagious thing, with it's brilliant white to the laugh that usually follows it. He stands at about 6'2", with a strong, yet lean frame.
The demigod has chocolate brown eyes, with grey flecks scattered around the brown. Matching his eyes, Xander has a thick set of eyebrows that can cover up the beauty of his chocolate orbs. As for the rest of his face, he has few flaws. Seemingly perfect, few care to know the cocky son of Hermes because of his attitude. His hair is golden blonde, with some darker highlights mixed into them. Xander usually fixes his hair up in the morning with gel, going through as many hair products as your typical Venus girl.
As for how he dresses, Xander knows what's up. Over his years of learning the in's and out's of the females, he knows how to impress. The demigod still allows it to look effortless and casual, but looks good while doing it.
Personality:

"I'm pretty cool, y'know,"

Xander is arrogant, in a nutshell. He doesn't really care about the emotions of other people, and prefers to simply go through the motions of life. He values different things than most. Instead of honesty and compassion, he focuses on athletic ability and power. It's almost ironic that he despises most who try to succeed, but still hangs with those who are closest to the top of the  social ranking.
When it comes to dealing with other people, Xander is charming and suave. He feels the most relaxed when he is just talking to someone, and tends to come off as lazy. He'd rather play a game of basketball than go to a training class, but it gets him by. The demigod tries to impress those who he thinks he has to, like the popular girls or guys that are the best at sports or fighting.  Xander wants to be liked, but hasn't figured out exactly how to make people like him. (Poor little demigod, being full of yourself won't get you anywhere, who knew?)
As for arguments, Xander tries to avoid them. He knows he can't win duels, even ones with words. Basically, he's a coward hiding behind his mask of popularity.
Fatal Flaw:

"I don't know,"

Xander may talk like he knows everything and can do things well, but won't live up to his statements. He is a coward when it comes to challenges, and will back out of things quickly.
Pet:

" Artie's my best bud,"

Xander's friend's dog had puppies a year back, and gave one of the beagles to him. He named it Artie, and it's been at his side for a year.
Talents:

" Talent? I got lots of that,"

* Athletics - Anything from football to soccer, and everything in between, Xander excels in. He's kind of upset that there aren't any courts at Camp Jupiter, but it still is a bragging right for him.
* Quick - Xander is very quick and agile, able to move around with ease and speed.
Weapons:

" I have a dagger and a shield,"

Xander uses his dagger for attacking and the shield to protect himself. The dagger, sixteen inches of sleek Imperial Gold, is called 'Fors' or luck, in Latin. As for the shield,  he calls it 'Beatus', which is funny because it really takes a beating, as well as meaning blessed.He may be fast, but sometimes it's better to have more protection than none. He also isn't the best swordsman, which means he uses his shield quite a bit. Still, he can roll, parry, and attack with the combination of blade and protection.
Other:
Xander is portrayed by Brenton Thwaites

Name: Maxwell 'Max' Alexander Straz
Gender: Male
Age: Sixteen
Birthday: April 18th
Godly Parent: Vulcan, the God of Fire and Blacksmithing
Claimed: Yes
Years at Camp: Half a Year
Cohort: Fifth Cohort
Rank: Probatio
Explanation of Rank: N/A
Mortal Family:
 Jennifer Straz [Aunt]:  After Max's mother died in a car crash, Jennifer took the little boy in. He was only two when he was welcomed into his aunt's home. The woman was about 40 at the time, which was much older than the demigod's mother, but his aunt had no children. Jennifer is a kind woman, who works at the local nursing home. She would always have cookies ready for Max after school, and bribe him with food in exchange for homework to be done.

" Aunt Jennifer was like a grandma and mom combined, like a ... grandmom? I guess that's the same thing, but anyways, she was awesome. And her food? Gods that was good,"

Brief History:

" Y'know, the greatest history ever is mine,"

Gabriela Straz gave birth to Maxwell when she was in her mid twenties, and was ecstatic to have a child. She knew that her lover, Vulcan, wouldn't ever return, but she considered Max to be her pride and joy. She worked in a mechanical shop, previously owned by the Straz family. One day as she was heading to work, a teenager rammed headfirst into the woman. Max was only two, and had already lost his mother. His aunt Jennifer took him in, being his closest relative.  
His aunt loved and cared for him, and brought the demigod to her home in Nevada, where they would live until Maxwell headed off to camp. She sent him to a public school in the small town, where Max was accepted. He wasn't the smartest, or the strongest, but he was funny, and the kids liked that. Max liked his life too, he didn't have to do much, and it was nice. He had cookies everyday after school, help with homework, and few worries. Sometimes he would ask where his real mother was, and ask for the only picture of them. Jennifer kept it locked in a safe, but would show the demigod on occasions. It was a small picture with Max in his mother's arms, when the boy was about one and a half. They were making cookies together, and the boy was doing his best to eat all the raw cookie dough he could. Things like that kept the smile on his face.
He knew that he was different, as he couldn't really read, or think straight most days. Jennifer knew too, but for a different reason. Before Gabriela died, she told her sister about how the boy would grow into something strange, and powerful someday. Maxwell didn't know why, but he could tell that he was weird. He could hear when something was wrong in machines, like a computer or car. When he told his aunt about it, she knew that the time to take him to California was nearing. Personally, Max was confused by all of this, but trusted his Aunt.  
Max was dropped off at camp one month after he turned sixteen. When he arrived at camp, he noticed how far behind he was in training. Everyone else seemed to have been there for years, and he was just getting started. On top of that, no one here had a sense of humor. Maxwell was sorted into the Fifth Cohort without a second thought, but didn't really mind.
Appearance:

" Oh, I'm on the A-list, obviously,"

Maxwell stands at about 5'8", and has a lean frame with long legs. He's been called 'stick' by his friends due to the lack of muscle the boy has. Max doesn't really dress up, and prefers casual clothes. He likes jeans and tee shirts over anything else, and normally ends up clashing by picking blacks and browns or blues.
The boy has a heart-shaped face, free from freckles or other color. He has a dark set of eyebrows, that are the main point on his face, other than his eyes. Maxwell's eyes are a dark coffee color, that have small flecks of gold scattered about.
Max's hair is a midnight black color, that goes in ruffled waves. He isn't very particular about how his hair looks, and doesn't bother to comb it most days. Therefore it sticks up in random ways most of the time.
Personality:

"Hmm, sarcasm is great yeah? That sums me up pretty well,"

If you're going to hang around with Max, you better be used to pathetic jokes and lots of attempts for humor. He prefers dealing with things in a funny way, over thinking things out seriously. His response to most things is sarcasm, which allows people to think that he is incapable of being serious. Even in the most somber of situations Maxwell will try and lighten the mood.
The boy also is severely ADHD, and has to always be doing something. Whether it's fiddling with gears, or tapping the side of a table, Maxwell has to do something. That leads him to being severely impatient, and almost unable to contain himself. He doesn't like waiting, and would rather do things himself than wait.
Maxwell also likes talking to people, and socializing. Maybe it's just the fact that he likes making people smile and laugh, but he likes it all the same.  
Fatal Flaw:

"I must be too smart, haha just kidding,"

Maxwell doesn't like waiting, he can't stand it. Whether it be waiting for popcorn in the microwave, or for metal to heat up, he can't handle it. Max prefers everything in life to be quick. He especially hates waiting on others, and would rather do it himself than wait for them.
Pet:

" My aunt didn't like animals, so no,"

N/A
Talents:

" I can fix stuff,"

* Mechanical Language - Maxwell can figure out what is wrong with machines by the type of noises they make, and then identify how to fix them. Sometimes it's annoying to him, but it can be helpful.
* Weaponry - Max isn't exactly strong enough to forge weapons alone, but he has a sense of what metals go together, and what will be effective for certain people.
Weapons:

" A sword, yeah that's right, an actual sword, made by yours truly,"

Maxwell wanted to be able to have a bigger weapon without the weight, so he forged himself one out of a stronger, yet lighter metal. A Stygian Iron and Imperial Gold mixture, so that the strength of the iron is there, but the lightness of the gold is as well. It has a black leather hilt, and Max calls it 'mollis Percute' or soft strike, in Latin.
Other:
Max is portrayed by Skandar Keynes.

Name: Nova Rae Brantley
Gender: Female
Age: Seveteen
Birthday: February 28th
Godly Parent: Proserpina, the Goddess of the Underworld and Flowers
Claimed: Yes
Years at Camp: Five
Cohort: Third
Rank: Legionnaire
Explanation of Rank: Nova was able to hide a new recruit from the monsters that had chased the little girl to camp by use of her shadow powers. The Legion took this display of power as a sign that she was ready to be trusted. The demigod was happy to accept the position, though she thought that she earned it long before that.
Mortal Family:
:star:  Matthew Brantley [Father]: Matthew Brantley had a lot more in mind when he first met the Roman Goddess. He had a plan in his head of marriage, little children, and a roomy house to fill. He wanted a future in the beautiful woman with flowing black hair. However, he ended up with a little baby girl, and an empty heart. The man found another woman shortly after Nova was three months old. Kara Finley was his secretary, and he decided he could grow to love her. But it was no matter, Nova would have a mother, and that was all the business man wanted. The Real Estate Agent couldn't spend so much with his family, while Kara could. Even if it was a price, he was willing to pay it.

" Dad is someone that I didn't see much. I knew he was working, and I knew what he did, but I didn't know much else. He loves me though, that's what my step mom would tell me,"

:star:  Kara Brantley [Step-Mother]: Kara was twenty Two when she left college and went looking for a job. Eventually she ended up at Brantley Real Estate, and was getting engaged to the owner. She didn't think it would last at first, she was five years younger than the guy. However, Matthew pulled through and remained very faithful as well as comforting. Once they were married, Kara began her life as a housewife. She hadn't expected it, but she loved Nova very much and enjoyed the chance to be a mother. She took that chance to enroll Nova in the private Catholic Church that Kara herself had attended as a young girl.

" Kara was, nice, I guess. I would've kept believing she was my real mother if I hadn't been told. She's the reason I went to the Catholic Prep School, and the reason I'm so... outspoken. Not that it's a bad thing, but,"

Brief History:

" I was a Catholic schoolgirl when I was little. Yeah, apparently Dad didn't see how that would be a really bad thing. Stupid of him, really,"

When Matthew had to explain how Nova came about to his new wife, things were difficult. He lied at first, saying that Proserpine was named Lillian, and left him with the baby. He avoided telling her the truth, as well as the child. The less she knew, the better, so it seemed. Nova grew up in a nice house, being taken care of by Kara. There was no need for nannies or babysitters, as the two of them seemed to be just fine, and they were, on the outside. Nova would only be allowed to specific parks, and could only play with specific toddlers. She didn't know at the time, of course, and it didn't bother her.
Being enrolled in Catholic - Based school wouldn't seem like a problem to most, unless you knew that the Roman Gods were actually real. But, Nova didn't, and therefore she was  thrust into a world of Jesus and miracles. Her classmates were of similar nature, from wealthier, better - off families. The classes were strict at the school, and Nova knew authority from a young age. She didn't question it, she simply followed orders. Questioning the teachers wasn't an option, it was a necessity, because if you didn't, you were sinning. Nova did make friends, friends that would make her family proud, not that she knew at the time. All she had to do was learn and stay civilized. The little redhead could manage that much by herself.
When Nova turned twelve, her parents sat her down and told her how she would be moving up into Preparatory school next year, while some of her friend's wouldn't be. That caused little Nova to throw her first ever fit. The girl whined for a while, exclaiming how it wasn't fair that she had to leave her friends, when no one else did. Shadows began to form around the girl, terrifying Kara, and leaving Matthew to be concerned. The darkness continued to swirl into shapes, spheres, triangles and squares. She began to sob, and the shadows turned into little black raindrops, that pelted the coffee table and made dents. When Nova was done, the room had several dents, and her parents had ducked under the table for cover. She had no idea what she had done, until her father told her who she really was. The daughter of a Roman God. Of course this raised several questions for the young girl. I thought there was only one? Is my mom real? Have I been lied to this whole time? Basically, it caused the twelve year old to rebel. Her fits became more frequent as she questioned authority. Soon, Matthew brought her from Oregon to camp, where she belonged.
When she got to camp, Nova had calmed down a bit. She found that there was often a lull after her episodes, that left her in a state of calm, like she normally was. When asked to display her powers, the girl refused, not wanting to hurt anyone. Therefore she was placed in the Third, even though she probably could've advanced farther, but the Legion decided she wasn't fit for that due to her disregard for spoken rules. She continued her life at camp, without contacting her parents much. She held a grudge against them for lying to her. However, Nova was able to make friends at camp, while remaining slightly independent.
Appearance:

"My hair is actually strawberry blonde, not red,"

Nova's hair has been a mystery to her ever since she was little. Kara's hair was blonde, her father's black, how did she end up with such hair? Little did she know that the red was probably due to Proserpina's connection to flowers, or something of that nature. None the less, Kara took several minutes of her time each morning tending to Nova's firey tresses. Now that she's in camp, Nova tends to her hair herself, normally leaving it down in slow waves or braids.
The demigod's face is heart shaped, colored with olive skin that tans in the summertime. She isn't very tall, only 5'4". However, you shouldn't judge her by her size, she can, and probably would, hurt you if she needed to. She dresses for the situation, and can wear nearly anything from dresses to sweatshirts. However, she prefers to be classier.
Nova's eyes change from a dark brown, to a greener brown, depending on her mood. She wears makeup most of the time, but it's often subtle and barely shows, unless she's got lipstick on. Nova prefers red lipstick, because it makes her seem confident .
Personality:

"It's like... fire and ice, nothing in between, savvy?"

Nova is many things, yet a few simple things at the same time. She had her firey side, the side that is obvious when she is swirling shadows or creating darkness. The side that is very, very unpredictable. The girl isn't normally angry, but when the button gets pushed, something in her snaps. Her fits aren't controlled, and she reaches a state of rage while in that stage. She slows down from it after the anger subsides, but the time that it takes depends on the situation. During this time, Nova is irritable, testy, and arrogant. Note that she isn't always using her powers during this time, it could just mean she's having a rotten day.
The other side is the composed side of Nova, the side that is most often visible. She is normally quiet, yet engaging in conversation. She can be friendly when she needs or wants to be. She can think easier when her mind isn't buzzing with anger. In fact, the demigod is rather intelligent, when she thinks things through, and she knows that about herself. Nova likes making lists, or plans, and follows them strictly to make sure her emotions don't get in the way of her ideas.
Nova has a disregard for rules, when someone is barking orders in her face. The yelling makes her want to rebel, and then she will. However, there are certain unspoken rules that she won't ever break, no matter the grudges or feelings involved. Then again, if there is one thing that is true for Nova Brantley, she will hold her grudges until she dies.
Fatal Flaw:

"We aren't supposed to know,"

Nova holds grudges against people, even for the smallest of things. This leads her to trust only a limited amount of people, which could restrict her.
Pet:

" I have a kitten,"

A little black kitten named Leona stays in Nova's bedroom most of the time. She named it so because Leona means lioness, and the kitten is quite feisty.
Talents:

" I can speak Latin,"

* Umbrakinesis - The ability to control darkness and shadows has been passed from Nova's mother to her. When angry, her powers come easier, and she is better able to form things. Normally she is drained afterwards though, and she needs to rest for a while.
*Latin - Even though it's a dead language, Nova still finds interest in being able to speak something no one else can understand. It gives her a sense of pride.
Weapons:

" My crossbow,"

Forged of Stygian Iron, she calls her weapon 'Fusce quis ultricies' or Dark Killer, because of it's color. Her arrows are of the same material, and she can lace them with her shadow powers if she wishes.
Other:
Nova is portrayed by Holland Roden