Shay-La! <3

Character's name:
Shaylee Anne Parker

Gender:
Female

Species:
Half-Blood


Location: CHB?NYC



Date of Birth:

The history, appearance, and personality sections must be at least five sentences. Third person, please.

History:
Shay grew up with her father in New York state. Shay never knew what happened to her mother, or even if her father was her real father. Shaylee looked nothing like her father, Bryce Pack, He was tall, whereas she was short, he had dark brown almost black hair, Shaylee had a more blondish brown hair tone. Shay had brown eyes he had blue eyes. They were so different, it was hard to see them as father and daughter, if they were even blood related. Shay and her father Bryce lived in a three room apartment, it was fairly big, two master bedrooms, a tiny guest room, big kitchen and living room. It was nice. With an overlook of the countryside. Shay grew up as an only child, and she never had many friends. She considered herself fairly richand had most everything she ever wanted, but it felt wrong. Shay didn't want to be like those rich snooty girls at schoool. She didn't care if she had everything, Shaylee just wanted to know who her mother was, Shay wanted friends, Shay didn't want to be alone. Mostly, Shay wanted to be Shay. And no one else. One afternoon, heading home from a trip to the city, Shaylee and her father ran into some serious trouble. Shay couldn't tell if what they were being chased by was real or not. Rushing home, Bryce packed a few things into a small duffle, and rushed Shay off into a cab, giving ehr directions and sending her off. The last thing he told her was. "I need you to be brave, Things will work out I promise. Go to camp, you will find all your answers there. I love you Shaylee Anne." And with that, She was off. The cab driver dumped her off in the middle of now where. Somewhere near Long Island Sound. Shay was at the base of a tall hill, housing a pine tree. In the valley of the hill aly a camp. Stange as it seemed. Shay was drawn to the camp, and as Bryce promised, Found her answers


Appearance:
Shaylee has long golden blonde curls, that fall down over her shuolders. She has chocolate brown eyes, and long lashes.Shaylee is slim and petite, and kinda on the short side. Shay has near perfect skin, a light skin tone in between tan and pale. Shaylee has an athletic look, long legs, and arms. She has a round, yet heart shaped face, a little button nose, and a bright smile. Shay was one of those people who never need braces, her teeth turned out rather straight, though she did use a ratianer for a year, to align them a bit better. Shay likes to keep her hair straight, or in a casual up do. Sometimes though, very rarely she will curl her hair or do something more..elegant. Her hair is rather hard to wrok with, its kinda thick and messy. It gets tangled very easy. Which has always annoyed Shay.



Personality:
Shaylee is a quiet girl, though she has her moments where she caan never be quite. Shay loves to be friendly and is a very bubbly girl. Though being a teenaged girl has its kicks, Shay can get her mood swings as well. Shay loves to read and draw, though she finds being outside and running around a far better optioon. Shay used to compete for gymnastics and track back home. She find the comfort of ruinning and being out side great. Breathing the fresh air, and seeing the blue sky. Feeling the warmth of the suns rays on her skin. It made her skin tingle, and made her smile. Shay also loved to swim, it was another outdoor activity she loved. Shay is a rather indisicve girl though, never being able to disicde, which song she likes best, or which shirt is better. From the simpliest things to the biggest disicions, Shay can never choose. Shay is very picky about her friends, and who she shares information with. Though once she gets past that wall of privacy, she never lets a friend down. She tends to stick with the same few people, Shay hates losing friends, and fighting with them. She is a people pleaser, which is very well a bad thing, as much as a good thing


Other Information
How did you find out about us?:
I own it.


What is your favorite book from the series?
The Last olympian

Which books in the series have you read so far?
Up to the end of The Last Olympian Plus the Lost hero

Sample Roleplay:
Lena had just got her first Bow and arrows, and was slighty excited to try them out. Though she had absoulutely no idea how it worked, she had only used a bow perhaps once or twice at girls camp, but this was far different. Deciding to get over her nerves of accidently shooting someone, Lena grabbed her new bow, and leaped off her bunk in the Hermes cabin. Leaving the cabin she headed in the direction of the arena. Lea couldn't help but admire her bow, a sleek wooden bow, colored a light brown. Nothing to special about it. She had a quiver on her back filled with arrows, as well. But Lena didn't want to go in the arena, venturing off, she headed for the woods instead.

Why test her skills on a dummy, something that couldn't even move? She had done that with her simple dagger, and it was no fun. Instead she wanted more action. Maybe a hound or something would approach her in the woods, and make for an easy target..or maybe not. Things could go bad, but if they did it would be her own fault. Nearing the woods, Lena noticed how not many campers were around, the woods seemed dark and cold. As if not much sunlight ever reached past the tangled branches of the skeleton trees.

Lena counted to ten before entering, taking a few steps forward she paused. Nothing bad had happened yet, So far sop good. It would be a shame to get attacked though. No one around to hear her scream, no one close enough to save her. And to die on her first few weeks at camp? A shame. Holding her bow steady, Lena ventured further into the unknown woods. Every slight sound put her on edge, Adreniline rushed through her, and it felt nice. Lena smiled, her smile slowly stretching into a grin. Thats when she heard a snap of a twig, someone was close by, She could hear their breathing. But was it human? Another camper perhaps? Or something worse? Lena inched forward, her smile dissapeared. "Who's there?" She asked quietly, notching an arrow into her bow, she stood ready for a fight, yet scared as ever. It would be shame to wimp out just as much as it would be to fight. Lena couldn't hear much more than ehr own heart pounding, and herself breathing. Who was out here? Or was she just hearing things? Was she really alone? Lena inched forward again, hoping to find out..




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