biography

Damien was convinced from a one night stand. He was left on his father's doorstep with a note that read "His name is Damien". Mr. Cooper, was not pleased in the slightest about the predicament he was now in.

 The worst thing about this whole situation was Mr. Cooper was married and had cheated on his wife. They had no kids of their own, because he constantly told Mrs. Cooper that he did not want kids. When Mrs. Cooper found out, she was livid. About to leave and divorce the man, but he begged her to stay. 

Damien didn't have a chance at this point, his dad never wanted kids, and the person he knew as his mom, despised him for being another women's child. As Damien grew up, things only got worse. 

At just four years old Damien started showing real talent with his drawing. It wasn't must being so young, but it was there. When his pre-school teacher seen his drawing of a dog, she told him it was amazing. This put a huge smile on his face and he was so excited to go home and show his mom and dad. 

That was the first day he felt sad, when he showed his mom and dad, they both just shrugged it away, his mom made a snide comment and his father just laughed at him. Damien didn't understand why they acted that way, when his teacher seemed so happy. 

As Damien got older, his drawing became more and more impressive, but his parents became more and more aggravated and disappointed with him. When Damien was six years old, he father threw away all of his color pencils that he had gotten from his school, ripped up the drawings he was working on, making Damien cry. His father didn't care though, he yelled at him to stop crying like a girl, that drawing wasn't going to get him anywhere in life.

Mr. Cooper decided that putting Damien into a sport would make him more of a boy. Forcing Damien into playing Baseball and Soccer, and anytime Damien tried to back out, his dad started to beat him. It started out with just being spanked, but when Damien didn't improve in the sports his father started to use a belt. By the time Damien turned ten years old, his father was beating him with anything he could get his hands on leaving welts and bruises all down his backside. 

Damien cried himself to sleep most nights. He hardly wanted to even try to draw anything, or even show the slightest interest in anything crafty, afraid his father would see him and beat him again. His only safe place wasn't exactly his favorite place, school. He wasn't the best at school either, which also didn't help things at home, but he had a best friend at school. 

Damien met Xavier when he was nine years old, and they become best friends fast. Xavier was never allowed to come to his house, so he only got to see him at school. His favorite thing about his best friend was that he could be himself, he would draw all kinds of pictures at school and let Xavier keep them. 

When Damien turned twelve years old he started to get a small rebellious side, thanks to Xavier. He started sneaking out at night to go hang out with his friend, who was secretly letting him discover his love for other mediums beside just drawing with a pencil. There were some nights that his father caught him, and beat him. These beatings caused black eyes, bloody noses, and busted lips, but Damien just made-up excuse after excuse as to why he had those marks. 

About a week before his 13th birthday, Damien had snuck out to meet his buddy Xavier. While he was on his way to their meeting spot, something caught his attention in the glow of the streetlights. He stopped in his tracks, eyes wide, as a serpent like creature that had what looked like a dragons head, came into view and it was headed straight for him. Frozen in fear he hardly noticed when he was being tossed to the side by another creature, or human, he rubbed his eyes, blinking as his eyes adjusted he recognized him, it was Xavier, but with horns! He watched in horror as his friend fought this giant creature off. 

Xavier eventually killed the creature, and stuck his hand out to Damien, "come, we need to go talk to your father" he said in a serious tone. Damien shook his head still in slight shock, "n-no" was all he could get out, he was scared of what just happened, but his friend saved him somehow, but he was still scared of what his father might do to him, and even to his friend possibly. Xavier pulled him to his feet "Your father won't be able to hurt you anymore, you're a DemiGod, and I am here to take you to Camp Half-Blood" he told him with a smile, "but we have to tell your parents, we can't just leave" Damien caved and they headed back to his house.

When they got to the house, his father was already up and knew he was gone again. Damien was physically shaking when his father stood up out of his chair and headed toward them. Xavier moved to stand and front of Damien "Mr. Cooper, I am here to tell you that Damien is a DemiGod and I am taking him to Camp Half-Blood" Mr. Cooper stopped in his tracks, not only hearing the words Xavier spoke but now seeing the horns on his head. "Fine take him, I didn't want him anyways! He is a pansy!" he yelled. Damien raced to his room packing his stuff as quick as possible. He really didn't understand where he was going but he was ready to leave.

After a couple days they were standing in front of a Big Blue House. Damien was so excited to find out more about his life as a DemiGod. Walking through those doors, changed his life. He was claimed by his godly parent, the Goddess Iris. And then put into a cabin with his siblings that were also born from Iris. 

When he first arrived at camp, he kept to himself, and hardly interacted with anyone. He didn't know what to make of camp or of the other campers that lived there. After almost six months of keeping to himself, and not wanting to show off any of his stuff or even act as his true self, afraid of how the others would react. Damien finally did open up, and all the campers welcomed him for who he was. He was finally happy. He found his passion for oil painting and when he was sixteen, he discovered that he was gay. 

Personality

Damien is a sweet, colorful, and flamboyant guy. Most everyone at camp loved his high spirited, fun loving personality. There were some that found him annoying, and he learned to be ok with that. 

You can find him in the art center, his favorite medium is oil paints. But every now and then, specially on a bad day, he would use paints and splatter them all over the canvas, making a mess everywhere. It was his way of letting his anger out. He is overly cheerful, always trying to make sure his friends are happy. 

About Me

Birthdate: November 24th 2002
Likes: Painting, Photography, bright colors, boys, gossip, getting to be his colorful shelf, fashion
Dislikes: Dull conversations, Know it alls, being made to act like something he isn't, haters, apples
Family:

• Mom:
• Goddess Iris
• Dad:
• Mr. Cooper
• Siblings:
• Only the half Siblings at camp
• Other:
• Mrs. Cooper, step-mom 

Happy Thoughts: Being able to be himself, and not be ashamed of himself.
Nightmares: His father finding out he was Gay
Fatal Flaw: People pleaser
 

biography

Chantal was born to a professional personal trainer, Eric Washington. He was a perfectionist. He never cared for anything expect his looks. One day he met a beautiful women, who ended up being a one night stand. A few months later there was a baby at his door, with a note that read "Take good care of Chantal" that was it. He had no idea how to take care of a child, nor did he ever want a child, he thought a child would take away from his workouts, and personal life in general. 

Eric interviewed some nanny's and ended up with a beautiful blonde bombshell as he would call her. Her name was Jasmine, she was 20 and looked like she took great care of herself, which was something he wanted in a nanny, in hope that she would help install that into his daughter. Jasmine started Immediately, Chantal was just a few months old when she started. When Chantal was three years old, Eric made Jasmine his wife.

As Chantal grew up, she hardly seen her father except at night, and grew to love Jasmine as her mother, she honestly thought she was her Mom. Jasmine did just as her new husband wanted, embracing the motherly role and installing that since of perfection and self-worth into Chantal. But Chantal really didn't need the help, she was a natural at making sure her looks were on point, and her clothes were always fashionable thanks to Jasmine.

When Chantal was around eight years old, she was on the playground at school, she fell from the monkey bars, scrapping her knee. Chantal had cried out in pain, holding her knee, one of the teachers helped her up and brought her to the nurses office. Something weird happened, the cut was still there, but they didn't look as bad, maybe she was just imagining it though. The nurse cleaned her up and sent her on her way. By the time she got home the scrap was completely gone.

"MOM!" she called out for Jasmine, in excitement. Chantal told her about what happen, but Jasmine just rolled her eyes, "We don't need to be talking non-sense" she tells her. As she got older, small incidents like the one when she was eight, kept happening, finally at the age of twelve she finally got her dad to pay attention to her, and she started to ask him a bunch of questions, one being "Is Jasmine my real mom?" When Eric told her no, she was in shock, Jasmine was the only women she has even known in her as the role of her mother. Eric explained to Chantal that she was dropped on his door step and he had no idea who her real mother was. 

The next day at school, she ranted to her friend Jeremy about her frustrations, find out that her mom wasn't actually her mom and the weird thing happening to her. Jeremy's interest piqued as he listened to her rant. That day after school he insisted on walking her home from school, when she asked him why, he just shrugged and said "I want to see where you live" 

As they were walking home from school, they had just passed his house, when the sky turned dark, it creeped Chantal out and she grabbed Jeremy's hand pulling him closer to her, "What the heck is going on?" she said as she looked to sky, that's when she saw something fly through the air, it was huge though. She squeezed Jeremy's hand hard as she gasped. Before she can get another word out the large creature swooped down out of the sky, its claws reaching for her. She let out a scream as one of the claws scrapped her shoulder, Jeremy had yanked her out of the way just as the creature tried to grab for her. Stumbling on her feet, she grabbed at her shoulder, tears streamed down her face. Jeremy leaned her against a building ordering her to stay there, and she obeyed. As she watched in horror, she realized something different about Jeremy, he had horns? 

She fell to the ground, the pain radiating thru her arm, she could hardly stay focused on the fight in front of her. She felt lightheaded, as she fought to stay awake. Next thing she knew, Jeremy was screaming at her to wake up, and pulling at her to get up off the ground, "the creature is gone for now, but it will be back, we must get you to your house now. I need to speak with your father" She gave him a smile, feeling dizzy, as she stood to her feet, "Umm ya sure".

The pain had subsided some, and as they walked she looks over at her shoulder in awe to see that the claw mark was healing, not nearly as fast as the small scraps and cuts she as experienced over the years, though. "What is going on with me?" she said just as they were pushing through her front door. Jasmine was the first to see them enter, and she hollered from Eric, when she seen the mark on Chantal's shoulder. 

Once Eric was in the room with them, Jeremy started to speak before Eric could get a word out. He told them that she was a daughter of a Goddess, and she needed to be taken to Camp Half-Blood to be protected from monsters like the one that just attacked them. They all stood in disbelief at first, but than Eric spoke up, and expressed that he wanted his daughter to be safe, and he knows he hasn't been the best of Fathers, and he felt like letting her go would be the right thing to do. Chantal had so many mixed emotions, but she really wanted to know more about who she was, and she hoped that going to this camp, would help her figure that out.

Chantal arrived at Camp Half-blood at twelve, a couple months before she turned thirteen and was claimed by her Mother the Goddess Hebe. She missed Jasmine, but she really liked camp, so she decided to stay year round. She grew to understand her powers that she inherited by her mother. 

Personal

Chantal is a perfectionist, always trying to look her best. She was so obsessed with her looks that sometimes over shadowed, her sweet side of her. She never really boasted about her looks, but she didn't shy away from comments, made by others about her looks. She knew she was beautiful, and she used it to her advantage.

She is normally a really sweet girl, if you can over look her egotistic side, because it wasn't just her looks she tried to be a perfectionist at, it was anything she thought she could be good at, she tried to be the best at. She wasn't completive though, she never tried to compare herself to someone else, or say she is better at something than someone else. She hates confrontation, but she will stick up for herself, or someone she cares about if need be.

Being at the camp, Chantal discovered that she liked the outdoors, going swimming in the lake, and she even got taught how to fish, which she found gross, but it was fun, she just refused to touch the fish. She also liked to hike around the camps perimeter and admire her surroundings.

About Me

Birthdate: June 10th 2006
Likes: mani-pedis, doing make-up, styling her hair, strawberries, ice cream, self-care, swimming
Dislikes: arrogance, blackberries, messy hair, going out without make-up, bullies
Family:

• Mom:
• Goddess Hebe
• Dad:
• Eric Washington
• Siblings:
• None
• Other:  
• Jasmine, Step-mom 

Happy Thoughts: Playing dress up with Jasmine
Nightmares: Growing Old
Fatal Flaw: Perfection