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troian bellisario - nineteen - camp half-blood - asexual, aromantic - evil

I don't know why I have to do this, but they said I had to, so here I am. Call this my statement or biography or whatever. Call it whatever you want. It's not going to matter in a few months. I'm Hannah Nicole Nichols and this is my story.

I used to be good.
Good is a relative term. All if it completely relative. Good vs. Evil. Right vs. Wrong. All I know is that I never always used to act this way. It happened about a year after we first came into camp. I got into a very intense competition at the climbing wall. I didn't pay attention to the obstacles and a boulder knocked me on the head, knocked me off the wall, and knocked me out cold. When I woke up, they said I had a concussion. They didn't know the extent of my injury. When the boulder smacked me on the head, it rattled around my brain so much that the section that controls personality was damaged so I started acting like a different person. At least that's what the medical professionals say. You know, the ones who aren't running the camp's infirmary. But I like me now. I used to be weak and pathetic, but now I am strong and ready.

I have a twin sister.
Her name is Hailey. Our parents thought they were so witty that they named us both H names. She was my best friend for the first couple of years of life. We were connected by the hip and were each other's confidante. She was the first person I would turn to after a rough day. She was there with me when we made the rough transition to Camp Half-Blood. We stayed for two years in the Hermes cabin before were were claimed. However, during that second year was when I had my accident and Hailey started distancing herself away from me. She was scared. It was something only twins can sense, but she didn't know how much stronger I was than before. But she kept ditching me to hang out with boys. Then she finally lost her v-card to one and he broke her heart and she joined the hunters on our seventeenth birthday and left. SHE LEFT ME! And I heard she got turned into a jackalope. Good. She completely deserved it.

I was attacked by a possessed mongoose.
Because that's apparently a thing? But anyway, that's when my sister and I discovered this whole demigod thing. We were at the zoo when we were eleven and got attacked by a possessed mongoose. Looking back on it, it's freaking hilarious because I think Hailey might have peed her pants during the attack. But nobody could contain that furball. Not even the zookeepers. It took a freaking satyr to save us from that tiny terror. He explained we were special and we needed to go to a special camp just for people like us. Well, it wasn't a Gifted and Talented program, but a camp for demigods. Because that's also a thing. And it also means our mom cheated on our dad.... anyway... We stayed at the Hermes cabin until we were 13 and claimed by Hephaestus and then we moved into there.

I like fire.
Like I really like it. Fire brings me immense pleasure. Anything destructive really, which is so ironic because Hephaestus is strongly connected with creating things. I like creating things that will destroy more. I also like pulling pranks, but not those simple, harmless ones that people like the Hermes cabin or L&J like to do. No. I like pulling those elaborate pranks where there's a sense of danger to them. I really don't care if anyone gets hurt from them. They should've been paying attention from the start. I also like chocolate and pepsi... but I also like destructive weather. I feel out of my element out on Long Island, but I really loved tornado weather. Just how the sky would be a green, brown tinge hinting at upcoming disaster is one of my favorite things.

I faked my own death.
Hailey was gone, but I was still around camp. I rarely talked to her, because I don't talk to traitors. And that's when I started wandering around at night. That's when I stumbled upon this group. They called themselves the Usurpers and they had a simple mission: overthrow the gods and start anew. At this point, I despised both Artemis and Hephaestus for all they did to me and my sister, so I signed up. They knew the potential I had and they assigned me to a special duty. I was supposed to leave camp and prepare them for the upcoming war by rallying allies or tracking down monsters. So I faked my death. It was quite simple, really. Monsters are attracted to the smell of demigod blood. There's a scar up my forearm and I ruined a set of clothes, but everyone believed that I was dead. And that's when I slipped out of camp to do the Usurper's bidding.

But now I'm back.
The Usurpers wanted me back. They say the upcoming war was soon and they needed me here to provide backup support. So I'm back at camp, but nobody knows about it. They still think I'm dead, so I'm living out in the forest until something goes down.

name; Rachel time zone; MST