Name: Amethyst (Amy) Kirsten Clark Gender: Girl Age: 14 Godly Parent: Theia Powers: -Singing -Martial Arts -Creating bright lights -Extremally good vision Weaknesses: -Disconnected from others -A bit narcissistic and -Easily insulted -Afraid of the dark Weapon: Earrings that turn into white metal twin blades Looks: Has purple hair and purple eyes Personality: Very cheerful, sometimes snobby, finds it hard to connect with people (Watch me turn this girl into AI horshino mwahahaha) Mortal Family: Carol Wright-Clark (Grandma), Steven Clark (Grandpa), Paul Clark (Dad), Maria and David Ripley (Negligent foster parents who attemted to gain custody of Amy after she became a superstar. Main suspects of her kiddnapping) From: Everywhere and anywhere. Lived with grandparents in Philedelphia Time at camp: A few weeks awake, several months asleep Favorite things: SINGING!!! Her grandparents, her friends (If she had friends) Crush: Tyler Lore: -OOOOO there's so much lore to add *Happy Ivy Giggle* Other: -Has a southern accent
Story: "AKC." No, nobody was screaming. Or gagging. Or chocking. Those were my initials. Just my luck I would end up with a dad with the world's worst sense of humor. A dad that I never even knew. Until I was ten, foster homes were the only thing I had ever known. And then, they found my "Long Lost Grandparents." They told me my dad had died in a freak accident a few months before. They offered to become my legal guardians. It didn't sound great, but hey, it was either that or go back to the people who always smelled like cheese and only kept me around for the paycheck. And Gram and Gramps didn't turn out to be that bad. When they found out I had a dream to be a signer, they dove right in, hiring vocal coaches and talking to labels. Before I knew what was happening, I had released my first single, first album, first gig, first tour. Everything was moving so fast I could barely look back. By age 13, I was a superstar. EVERYBODY knew my name. And then... I woke up. No, it hadn't been a dream. My old life was very, very real. But all of the sudden, it was gone. "Welcome to camp half blood." Someone said. I still can't remember who it was. They brought me into a room, and explained that I had been attacked by monsters, found barely alive on the side of the road. And I'd been asleep, healing, shifting between life and death for months. "What about my family?" I asked. "What about my fans?" The man in a wheelchair (Chiron, I would later find out) frowned. "The story is you were kidnapped. Taken from your house, without a trace. It's the world's biggest story: What happened to Amy Clark?" I was ready to cry. "Will I get to go back?" I asked. "Ah." Said Chiron. "That remains to be seen." So here I am, in an old orange t-shirt and jeans. I still wish I could go back home, be with Gram and Gramps, get back to singing, but for now, here I am.
