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Willow Iris Hazelwood

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  1. It didn't look like Aislynn was coming back to reclaim the microphone anytime soon. So Willow chewed on her lip nervously before starting the next song. If this continued for too much longer, however, she would just ask the other Dionysus children to take over. Surely there had to be someone else that could sing and entertain among them, right? Willow looked out across the room, and there were too many people staring at her. She felt uncomfortable.

    Swallowing her nerves down, however, she entered the next song.

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  2. Willow gave Killian a cautious smile. She was about to excuse herself to go try and find Lilythe or James. However, a young child came in and she was so sweet and adorable, Willow couldn't help but stay a bit longer. "I just got back myself." She said in response to Killian asking how young they were getting now. Turning to the little girl, Willow knelt down so that she was on her level as well, "Just what's your name sweetheart? I'm Willow." 

    Accepting the cookie from Killian, Willow bit her lip. However, she turned and smiled at the girl. James was her big brother, eh? That meant she was a child of Tyche. Willow wondered if it was good or bad fortune that had brought her here at this exact time. The little girl seemed so incredibly sweet. It was hard to imagine it being bad fortune. But she had never felt so awkward in her life as she did right now, either. She didn't really know Killian that well, and she certainly didn't know the little girl, and neither of them were a cabin leader she could check in with. All she wanted was to get back to her cabin. 

  3. Willow had been dragged to the party by Rissa earlier that night. She had been doing her best to stay off to the side and just watch as everyone else had fun. She figured she had given it a good solid half hour or so and was just about to head out when she heard her name called out on the microphone. Willow froze. She... She wants me to... Aislynn, why? Willow turned and gave the child of Dionysus a look that screamed that she was unhappy. 

    Still, she couldn't bring herself to disappoint everyone at the party by not continuing the music. With a sigh, she made her way towards the stage. As she passed Aislynn, she said, "You owe me. Big."

    As she made it to the makeshift stage they had created, she grabbed an acoustic guitar from the wall in the back--having left her own back in her cabin. She breathed a soft sigh to calm her nerves, before stepping before the mic, guitar in hand. "Hey everyone... I'm a lot different than Ash, so, we're going to take things down a notch or two. I hope that's okay." Pulling up a stool, she sat before the mic and began to play.

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  4. Willow had made it to camp only a few minutes before. She had been searching The Big House for the last few minutes for one of the older campers to check back in. The guitar on her back was getting heavy as she lugged it up the stairs. She hadn't been gone long, simply to New York to visit her mortal half-siblings and back so there was no other luggage, thankfully. The girl had just started back down the stairs when she heard a voice. It wasn't obvious who it was at first, with the sound muffled by the walls. But as he continued to talk, Willow could hear the lilt of an Irish accent. Killian

    It wasn't that she didn't like the man. He was quite personable and likeable. The problem was that he was a terrible flirt with a reputation for it. She didn't have any intention of drawing his attention her way at all. Flirting made her uncomfortable to begin with, and with his reputation she didn't feel like the result would be worth her discomfort.  Honestly, she wasn't a big fan of having a lot of attention in general, but she could handle small doses of it from time to time.

    "I don't think anyone's around at the moment, Killian." Willow called as she stepped down the last step. She waved at him sheepishly as she did so. "Welcome back, though." Willow said sheepishly, setting her guitar down by the bottom of the stairs.

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  5. Willow Iris Hazelwood
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    biography

    Willow's mother, Everett Green, was born in Wales. And though she loved her homeland, Everett wanted to see the world, so upon graduation from secondary school she packed her bags and headed for the United States of America. She landed a job with a record label as an intern. Her hard work and effort moved her quickly through the ranks and she enjoyed every minute of the work she did. Still, one had to go out and enjoy a life outside of work too. One such opportunity presented itself when a coworker invited Everett out to a concert one night.

    As fate would have it, Frederick was the musician that they were to see. Their eyes met, and that was that. Cupid's arrow hit its mark.

    The two kept in touch while Frederick was on tour. He wrote her regularly and always managed to make her laugh. It was the laughter that was the key to making things work. They spent every chance they could together between his tour dates, and by the time the tour was finally over they had fallen madly in love with one another. Everett was so happy that the two of them became inseparable afterward. And once she became pregnant the marriage wasn't long to follow. Even though it was much sooner than anticipated, fate seemed to have a different plan. And things seemed to work out for the best in the end.

    The first child born was Wyatt, and he remained their only son. Raven was born 2 years later, and Everett and Frederick couldn't have been happier. But then tragedy struck the family and Frederick was taken from them all too soon a couple years later in a tragic car accident after drinking and driving one night.

    Willow was born shortly after that. Unbeknownst to the children, Everett had an illicit affair with another musician that showed up at the record label where she worked. Nobody knew where he came from, and she never saw him again. So Everett kept her secret from everyone. Especially the children. So she gave Willow Frederick's last name. After all, he could have been her father...

    Growing up, Willow was taught to have all the etiquette of a true lady, per her mother's wishes. Unable to let her down, Willow acquiesced and learned how to set a proper table, eat like a lady, and have impeccable manners. But they could never get her to stop coming home with dirt under her fingernails and grass stains on her clothes. She loved animals and nature, and playing in the sun; despite the fact that it vexed her mother. But she also took after the man that she thought was her father. She was obsessed with music, and learned to play the guitar and sing from a young age. The entire family would sit in the living room and listen to her play for hours on end. Music made Willow incredibly happy.

    She lived as a typical child for the first 12 years of her life. Willow made friends everywhere she went, but none were so close to her as her brother and sister.

    On her 12th birthday, everything changed... While out in the garden, Willow was attacked by some small creatures. They looked like they were comprised of nothing but grains and they seemed to grow out of the ground. She screamed so loudly that it shattered the glass for the next four houses and knocked the creature back against a tree. Her older brother came out, but he only saw a vicious dog. He shooed the creature off.

    Things like that continued to happen for Willow over the next few months. Creatures would appear out of nowhere, and strange things would happen. Willow couldn't explain it, until one day her mom brought her into the living room. As she sat down on the couch, she noticed a short man wearing a fedora and some wide-fitting pants with suspenders. She thought she had seen him talking to her mom once or twice over the years, but this was the first time he had been in their home. A look of curiosity on her face, she asked her mom what it was about. Her mom explained that Germaine, the man on the couch, was going to take her to a special camp. The two proceeded to tell her together that she was the child of a god and he was a satyr come to take her to a place where she would be safe from the creatures that were attacking her.

    Willow couldn't believe it. She couldn't believe that she wasn't her Frederick's child. She would rather have believed that they thought she was crazy for seeing creatures everywhere than believe that she wasn't really the person she thought she was for the last 12 years. It would have been far easier to accept that as reality than that she was the child of a god. That was, until the man removed his hat to reveal two goat horns, and his shoes to reveal cloven hooves. It was hard to argue with the evidence before her that he was, indeed, a satyr.

    After a little reassurance that leaving was the best way to keep her family safe, Willow finally agreed to go to Camp Half-Blood.

    Shortly after her arrival, a mere 3 weeks, Willow was claimed by Apollo and joined Cabin 7.

    Her first two years at Camp, Willow spent trying to absorb as much information about the new world she found herself in as she could. In her third year she began to relax a bit more, and focus on music. While she struggled with the more physical courses at camp--especially any sort of combat--she maintained excellent performance in music and got along especially well with children of Demeter. Willow is now 18 and has been at camp for 6 years. She loves it there and can't imagine leaving, but she misses her family terribly. She still finds time to visit her half-siblings in New York when they come around for a visit.

    Personality

    When attempting to describe Willow, the term "Flower Child" comes to mind. Indeed, before she was old enough to comprehend the entirety of what the hippie lifestyle was like, Willow sought to embody the Peace and Love part of their lifestyle. She is accepting of others, and recognizes that all people are human and make mistakes. Sometimes that works against her though, as people will often take advantage of someone that is willing to give them multiple chances. Willow has a kind heart, and as a result she attempts to befriend everyone she meets. No amount of heartbreak from those that were unkind has been able to break her of this, though there were times she faltered and grew more hesitant. Because she trusts so completely, and accepts people where they are at, Willow occasionally finds herself in less than ideal situations. It usually takes realizing that others, besides herself, will be hurt if things continue before she can give up even in the most dire of situations, however.

    No stranger to hard work, Willow enjoys going out and getting her hands dirty. She isn't unintelligent, but at times she can be a bit of a daydreamer and lose focus in class which makes acquiring knowledge from a textbook or lecture difficult. As a result she appreciates the classes where application is more important than the ability to regurgitate facts.

    Willow feels things very deeply. While more often than not she can be seen smiling and happy, when something bad does occur she can be prone to melancholy. It takes her several days to get over even the smallest of emotional injuries. She's worked very hard to not take out her emotions on others, but that doesn't stop her from wallowing in depression when events occur.

    About Me

    Birthdate: March 7th, 2003
    Likes: Fresh Air, Music, Poetry, Nature, Sunshine, Animals, the Scent of Lavender and Gardening
    Dislikes: Confrontation, Limitations, Confined Spaces, Liars, Vanity and City Life
    Family:
    • Mom:
      • Everett Green
    • Dad:
      • Apollo
    • Siblings:
      • Wyatt Hazelwood, Half-Brother
      • Raven Hazelwood, Half-Sister
    • Other:
      • Frederick Hazelwood
    Happy Thoughts: Playing guitar and singing.
    Nightmares: She's afraid of losing her family to monsters, which is why she has no plans to return home.
    Fatal Flaw: Low Self-Esteem. She views her abilities (her gift in music) as useless, and struggles with self-worth to a significantly detrimental degree.
    PLAYED BY: Lilythe
    FACE CLAIM: Tiffany Alvord
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