Guinevere MacLarson

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Name, Guinevere MacLarson Age, 13 Parent, Cybele, and Mason’s mom’s boyfriend. (Now step father, though Mason and Guinevere don’t know that) Personality, Kind, loving, positive, caring, deep thinker Talents, calming presence, healing, immortality, reincarnating as a 13 year old female each time she dies, wisdom Weakness, hears voices in her mind that mentally pound her, very strong monster sent, something that may be considered a weakness, she’s a pacifist Crushes/dates- No one. Has a very strong bother/sister relationship with Mason. Occupation- is attracted to places with pure nature, walking throughout hills and other wild places, listening to the wind and water growing in knowledge, and bonding with animal and nature spirts. Looks- Elegant beauty, very good posture, albino, white, knee length, straight hair, always in a braid weaved with flowers, no piercings skin white as snow, 4’6”, small frame No makeup, but naturally rosy cheeks Big brown eyes A gorgeous detailed flowing white dress, with dirty tattered edges from walking through the mountains, a tattered white cloak overtop People usually assume she’s a ghost if they catch a glimpse of her. Backstory Guinevere and her father moved in with Mason and his mother, when she was one, and Mason four. Her father didn’t want her. She was an accident. Mason didn’t think so, as far as he was considered she was his new little sister. He needed to protect her from the mean man who lived with his mommy. He always protected her. She owed him that. They were best friends, inseparable. Sure they had the occasional disagreement, but they always worked it out. Then one day, Guinevere’s father hurt Mason. He had too much to drink that night. He hurt him bad, worse than most times. He slashed him across his changing eye, luckily his eye wasn’t damaged. His face was very damaged. Mason got angry. That was it. He talked about it a lot, but this time they were doing it. They were running away, Mason ten, and Guinevere seven. He grabbed their pre-packed backpacks, and Guinevere’s hand. His mom was still at work. They walked right out the front door. They didn’t know where they were going, they just walked away from the house. Guinevere would have followed her big brother to Tartarus knowingly. They walked through woods, marshes and fields for a month. Guinevere always ate first. She knew Mason suffered a lot that month, giving her any luxury they came by, but anyplace was better than were they came from. They got attacked twice in that month. They never targeted Mason, the monsters, just Guinevere. Mason always made bad things happen to monsters who tried to get her. Then Aspen came, Mason had known Aspen for a long time. Aspen told us about a wonderful safe place called Camp Half Blood. Aspen was a satyr. Mason knew he had to get Guinevere to this safe heaven. They started heading to camp. They were hungry, and tried by the time they reached Aunty M’s. That was a terrible mistake. Medusa turned Guinevere to stone. It happed so fast, she was there, then gone. Mason died a little that night. To this day he hasn’t looked anyone in the eyes. He got so angry, so frustrated, he changed. Not just his eye this time. He was a monster. He had fiery scales across his eyes, on his neck, shoulders, wrists, and lower legs. He also had horns and huge feathery black angel like wings. His right eye burned blood red, and Medusa felt fire in her veins. She was burning from the inside out. She disintegrated, but as any demigod knows, monsters never really die. Mason let out a horrible shriek, it shook the ground, and the monsters in all of Tartarus roared in reply. The gods knew this one had to be watched. They were afraid of him, even Hades. He could awaken Tartarus. They had an emergency meeting, and decided to give the mutant boy what he wanted. Guinevere was now immortal, but there was a catch. Guinevere wouldn’t remember Mason until she met him in person. She couldn’t remember her name, and her spirit was in a different body. She used to have tan skin, and jet black hair, but her warm brown eyes didn’t change. Her eyes felt out of place with her new body. Like, they should be colorless too. They set her on a remote island. She walked across the ocean, around different countries. The gods giving her this type of ability over their realms. Everywhere she went crops flourished, animals were plentiful, people were happy. She was like a living Golden Fleece. No one ever knew she was there, but she was. The only human who knew she was alive was Mason’s mother. She could feel Guinevere was alive. She was like a daughter to Mason’s mom. Part of Guinevere still knows about Mason, she subconsciously gives him advice sometimes. He listens every time. She hasn’t been to CHB.