Tempest Truett

"Sounds like the usual story then, except for a few privileged bastards." Tempest chuckled at Henry's candid words, finding an odd comfort in her straightforwardness. "It'd be tempting, you'd look pretty ridiculous bumbling around squint eyed for sure, but I'm already in enough trouble with Mr. D as it is." As they approached the Nemesis cabin, she prepared herself for the surprises that might hit the younger girl. The Nemesis cabin wasn't an inviting place; it was a fortress, a tribute to their goddess of retribution. The cabin’s exterior was stark and monolithic, made of obsidian black stones that shimmered in the sunlight with an imposing aura. A statue of their patron goddess, eyes blindfolded and scales in hand, stood guard by the entrance. Walking down the hallway, a cacophony of inappropriate sounds hit her ears. It sounded like one of her male siblings was busy screwing around, most likely with someone else's girlfriend too. Without missing a beat, Tempest quickly covered Henry's eyes with her hand. "Let’s not witness a spectacle we'll regret later, alright?" She hurriedly ushered Henry past the room before she'd be exposed to too much. Once they were safely past the...distraction, Tempest led Henry to her own room. If the cabin was an austere fortress, her room was the lone sanctuary within its walls. Unlike the cold, daunting atmosphere of the rest of the cabin, her room was unexpectedly personal and warm, a paradoxical haven within Nemesis' domicile. A hammock was strung across one corner, while a sturdy wooden desk strewn with maps of the camp and the cabins, books, and a list of names many which were crossed out with red ink. Several trinkets from her battles and quests lay scattered across the room. A photograph of two campers, a girl and a boy kissing, was taped to the wall, three darts embedded in it. Next to it a photo of a different boy, his eyes X'ed over in black marker. Despite her warning, there was still a certain coziness to the room, a sense of lived-in comfort that was distinctly Tempest. She glanced at Henry, curious to see her reaction, as she said, "Well, welcome to the fortress of the 'camp menace.' Not as menacing as it sounds, right?"

Tempest leaned back, crossing her arms over her chest, eyes fixed on the bustling camp beyond the archery range. "A softie?" she scoffed. "Careful Henry, maybe I'm just buttering up to you so that you can take the fall for some scheme I'm concocting? Or maybe I'm planning on seducing you into becoming one of my minions?" She paused for dramatic effect before continuing, "Just be carful how much trust you put in people, here at Camp or just in general...." The question about her cabin made Tempest blink in surprise. While her cabin wasn't any place particularly special for her, it was still a place she generally kept private. But for some reason she found herself surprisingly open to the idea of Henry visiting. She hesitated, her gaze drifting in the distantance as she pondered over the request. She didn’t usually invite people in, but something about Henry's forthrightness stirred a like response in her. “Alright, why not?” Tempest finally agreed, offering a quick nod. "But fair warning," she added, her expression turning playful yet sincere, "Nemesis cabin isn't your typical cozy cabin. You might want to keep your guard up.” She took the younger girl's hand and headed off towards the Cabin. "So...tell me more about yourself. What's your trauma?"

To Tempest's surprise, the arrow hit the target. Not dead center, but it hit. 'Hmm guess I'm not the worst teacher' she thought. "Not bad, kid. For a newbie, that was a decent shot." Tempest being Tempest though it wasn't easy to tell if her words were earnest or sarcastic. But there was a small sense of pride in her voice, not just for herself, but for Henry as well. "Next time don't think about hitting the target; think about why you want to hit it." Quickly shifting gears, she turned to Henry with a more serious look. "Listen, camp can be a challenging place," she said. "It's not all archery and pegasus rides. It's full of children of gods who don't really care about us, so we have to learn to care for ourselves. Always remember: trust no one fully, especially not Aphrodite campers. They're masters of deception, of twisting hearts and minds." With those words of caution out of the way, Tempest patted Henry's shoulder, her features softening into a smile. "But hey, you're tougher than you look. You'll be fine, cub. And remember, I've got your back. If you need anything or if any of bitches from Cabin 10 try and intimidate you you let me know ok?" She wasn't quite sure why she said it, but something about the girl's spirit, her determination, made Tempest believe in her. This was not something she did often, but for Henry, she was willing to make an exception. "Anyways, any more questions? Might as well ask them while I'm being generous. We also don't have to continue hanging out here either."

As Tempest watched the girl struggle with the unfamiliar equipment, her expression was nothing short of amused. "Alright, alright," she chuckled. "You're not a child of Apollo, that's for sure. We can cross that one off the list." She found a strange sense of satisfaction in impressing Henry, something she rarely sought from others. Her typically aloof demeanor slightly softened, enjoying the connection she was beginning to form with the younger girl. "It's quite a rush, isn't it?" she said, resting her hand on the archery bow. "Here, let's try again ok?" As she moved behind the girl to help her position herself, she felt an unfamiliar sensation — a protective instinct, maybe. Strange, she hadn't felt this way for a long time. "Now, pull back on the string like this...," she instructed, her voice a quiet, calming murmur in Henry's ear. As she said this, she moved even closer, her hands reaching around to help guide Henry's. It was a strangely close moment, and Tempest found herself surprisingly comfortable in this sudden role of mentor. "Ok now release when ready...with a little practice, you might just surprise yourself," she reassured Henry, her voice a mere whisper now. Even with all her snide remarks and tough exterior, she actually thought that Henry might have some potential. Maybe this cub could grow into a lion after all?

At Henry's earnest words, Henry laughed, a light-hearted and genuine sound that echoed through the archery range. "Badass?" she said. "Hmmm I guess that's one way to look at it." She shrugged, her features relaxing into a gentle smile. It was a rare sight, one that Henry would soon learn was seldom bestowed upon others. Tempest couldn't help but appreciate Henry's perspective. She'd never considered her lineage as something badass or cool. Most people viewed Nemesis, the goddess of vengeance, with a sense of trepidation, if not outright fear. It was a nice change, to hear it referred to as something positive. Picking up a bow that lay discarded on a nearby rack, Tempest twirled it around with a practiced ease. Taking a deep breath, she nocked an arrow and drew the string back, her eyes fixed on the target in the distance. Tempest released the arrow, watching as it flew through the air and hit the target. It wasn't a bullseye, but it was close. "Hermes, huh?" Tempest echoed, turning her attention back to Henry. She laughed again, this time a bit louder. "Well, I suppose it could be worse. You could be in the Ares cabin. They smell like a mixture of sweat, iron, and misplaced testosterone. I wouldn't worry too much though. With a mouth like yours, I don't think you'll be there for long." she teased. Another arrow left her bow, shot with more force than precision, flying way above the target and hitting a cabin in the distance. An echo of a thud followed by a surprised yelp made her grin slightly. "Well, that was not intended but still funny" she admitted, glancing sideways at Henry. "Ever held a bow, cub?" she asked, already knowing the answer. She proffered the longbow towards Henry, a dare in her gaze. "How about I show you how to shoot? Don't worry, I'll make sure you don't hit any cabins," she said with a wicked grin.

Tempest stiffened slightly at Henry's question, her otherwise relaxed demeanor showing the first sign of strain. Her smile faded, replaced with a hardened expression that made her seem older. Not many people had the courage to talk her about her parentage, at least not to her face. And it was a question she preferred to avoid. There was something about having a godly parent, being labeled and categorized, that didn't sit well with her. Tempest had never believed in fate or destiny; she preferred to carve her own path, unencumbered by expectations or assumptions. To her, the gods were distant, uninterested figures who hardly cared about their offspring. She couldn't remember the last time she prayed or made an offering with any real sincerity. What was the point? With a shake of her head, Tempest broke the silence, her voice cold, but not unkind either. "It doesn't matter who my godly parent is, cub," she said, fixing Henry with a sharp gaze. "Your godly parent doesn't determine your fate. The gods, they don't care about us. We're just playthings to be picked up and discarded at their whim." As she finished her brief rant, she exhaled, a soft sigh escaping her lips. There was a distant look in her eyes, as if she was looking at something far off. She'd led them away from the bustling camp and towards the quieter outskirts, the empty archery range looming into sight. It was the perfect place to escape the chaos, an island of calm amidst the storm. "Here we are," she said, her voice low. "The archery range. No one's around this time, so it should be peaceful enough for you." Her gaze softened slightly as she looked back at Henry, as if she was reconsidering something, "Nemesis........my godly parent is Nemesis". She might not believe in the gods, and most of the time she didn't believe in people either, but in that moment, she believed in this strange, scrawny kid with a black eye and a fiery spirit.

At the mention of a cyclops attack, Tempest's smirk came back in full force. She tried to suppress the bubbling laughter, but a small chuckle escaped. "Anyone who can take on a cyclops and come out the other end can't be too bad, I suppose," she said, the jest clear in her voice. She reached over to ruffle Henry's hair, the action spontaneous and uncharacteristic. It was almost an approving gesture, a sign of respect from the otherwise unapproachable Tempest. A rare event showing an overt fondness for anyone at camp, let alone a newcomer. Taking in Henry's overwhelmed expression as she surveyed the camp, Tempest tilted her head slightly. There was a wildness in her eyes, like a cub faced with an insurmountable challenge, but underneath it all, there was also a hint of fear. The chaos of Camp Half-Blood was admittedly a lot to take in for someone so fresh off the mundane world. The constant clashing of swords, the mythical creatures just casually strutting about, it was a whole other universe in itself. "You look like you could use a break from all this," she suggested, nodding towards the bustling camp. "A know a quiet spot that's away from most of the noise. You game, cub?" As much as she enjoyed the madness of the camp, she remembered her first days too, the utter bewilderment and anxiety. She didn't usually take newcomers under her wing, but for this scrappy kid, she was willing to make an exception.

Tempest's signature smirk deepened as the sharp retort left the mouth of the fresh arrival. The little cub certainly had some teeth, it seemed. Tempest had been expecting a more fearful, submissive response – that’s usually what she got from the newcomers. But this? This was a pleasant surprise! She let out a laugh, the sound echoing around the quiet camp. "You know what, cub?" she said, dusting off an imaginary speck of dirt from her shoulder. "I think we're going to get along just fine." She flicked a quick glance over Henry's overall appearance again, her approving smirk fading slightly into an expression of curiosity. It wasn't often she saw a newbie sporting a battle wound. Sure, Camp Half-Blood was tough, but they usually kept the real threats away from the unclaimed ones. "Looks like you've had a rough start," she drawled, gesturing towards Henry's eye. Tempest's eyebrows furrowed slightly in concern. Not that she would admit it, but she was taken aback. There was something about this scrawny girl with a smart mouth and a black eye that disrupted her usual rhythm. "What happened to your face, cub?" she asked, her voice surprisingly devoid of its earlier mocking tone. There was genuine curiosity there, and perhaps even a hint of... sympathy? No, she quickly corrected herself, it's just curiosity. Tempest Truett didn't do sympathy.

Tempest Truett, all of sixteen and undeniably a force to reckon with, leaned against a gnarled old tree near the edge of Camp Half-Blood. Her intense, calculating eyes observed the newest arrival, a scrawny thirteen-year-old whose appearance was a stark contrast to the imposing aura the camp usually held. She wasn't impressed, not that she ever was, but she was interested. That's all it took for Tempest - a spark of curiosity. A kid fresh off the streets could mean a fun new toy to play with, someone naive who hadn't yet been exposed to the chaos that was her playground. Casting a wry glance in the direction of the other campers, she detached herself from the tree, her lithe form closing the distance between herself and the newbie. "Look what the cat dragged in," she mused aloud, a wicked smirk gracing her features as she looked the girl up and down. She propped her hand on her hip, her eyes twinkling with unspoken mischief. Despite her caustic exterior, she felt a vague pang of sympathy. She knew what it felt like to be the new girl, though she'd quickly taken the camp by storm. But this one, this 'Henry,' she seemed different - less like a deer caught in the headlights, more like a cub trying to find her bearings. It was amusing. And if there was one thing Tempest liked, it was a good show. "You look lost, kid," she continued, her voice laced with a casual nonchalance, betraying none of her swirling thoughts. @ Henrietta Abbot

Tempest gave Miro a side eye look of distain when the boy picked his dare. Of course it would be about revealing a crush, typical Aphrodite campers, true love and crushes? Vomit. Like Alyssa even had a chance with Gael, that boy seemed more interested in tormenting the flower girl. Hmmmm, maybe there was an opportunity for her to fan those flames, get Alyssa to think Gael had returned feelings.....plant a fake love note maybe? It was something to think about. Tempest was pulled out of her thoughts though when Alyssa picked her to go next. Like hell she was going to reveal anything personal or intimate about her life to this group. "Dare." She said matter of factly without any hesitation. @ Alyssa James

Tempest felt a slight pang of guilt at her little brother's words. His wide-eyed innocence made her question her motive for a moment, but she quickly brushed the sentiment aside. She needed him, and in a twisted way, he needed her too. Being the 'cool' older sister did have its perks, after all. "Oh sweet Derrick you're my brother," she began, her voice softer than usual. "I'll keep hanging out with you as long as you remain useful. Deal?" Tempest winked at him playfully, but she knew her words held a lot more weight than she let on. The admission might have sounded harsh, but she had always been brutally honest. It was the only way she knew how to be. Her mind then quickly shifted back to the task at hand. For her plan to succeed, she'd need Derrick to do more than just assist with ingredient swapping. She needed a distraction, something grand enough to pull all eyes on him. "Alright, here's the next part of the plan. I need you to cause a big distraction. The bigger, the better. Anything that will get everyone's eyes on you. While they're busy gawking, I'll be able to sneak into the Big House undetected." Tempest was treading on dangerous grounds, but the prospect of seeing the haughty couple's faces when their world turned upside down was too sweet to pass. As she watched Derrick, she thought to herself that he was a good kid, a great fighter, but he was still new to all this. Still, she couldn't back out now. "Think you can handle it?" she asked.

Tempest was late, not that she cared. In her self centered mind events only started when she showed up anyways. Not that she figured anyone in the game was waiting for her, she was a polarizing figure at best. This didn't bother her as there were only a few campers here that she even bothered to care about. And from the looks of it most of them weren't here anyways. She gave Miro a nasty look as she sat down, choosing to sit as far away from the Aphrodite camper as possible. She'd heard about his recent drama, those kids always believing in true love....gross. Just another reason she disliked his cabin. Nothing but air heads in her opinion. She did notice the effect Gael's recent appearance had on the two girls; Petal and Sage. Hmmmm, perhaps there was something there she could stir up later. Causing trouble here would certainly make for an interesting evening.

Tempest stood on the sidelines of the bustling camp, watching as the unsuspecting couple prepared for the cook-off. The duo, Isolde and Hector, were admired for their culinary prowess and were smug about it, a trait that rubbed Tempest the wrong way. Not to mention, they both were so utterly and disgustingly in love that it made her stomach turn. She recalled overhearing them sweetly jest about their winning streak and promising to celebrate their impending victory with a moonlit dinner. That was what sparked the idea; a wicked grin spread across her face as she thought about how that romantic dinner was going to turn into a disaster. She turned to face her little brother Derrick. "Listen, Derrick," she began, her tone serious but also a bit excited. "We have a job to do. You know Isolde and Hector, right? Camp's sweethearts and everyone's favorite chefs?" She gestured at the couple who were now deeply engrossed in their meal preparations. "I think they need to be taught a little lesson about humility. And about how fleeting love can be when you're...indisposed," she added, the hint of a smirk appearing on her lips. She held out a small container filled with laxatives, her electric blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "I need you to help me replace some ingredients with these. It's a short timeframe, and we need to be stealthy. What do you say? Help your older sis out?" She could just imagine the chaos that was about to ensue, the familiar thrill of potential drama fueling her resolve. She had a point to prove, and she was going to use every resource she had...including her little brother. @ Derrick Raines

Tempest Truett biography Tempest Truett was born of a union steeped in heartbreak, vengeance, and retribution. Her father, Charles Truett, was a renowned world chess champion, a young man of charm, elegance, and an earnest believer in old-school values. He was also rather vain. His belief in finding his one true love someday did not go unnoticed and attracted none other than Aphrodite, the goddess of love herself though he did not know her true nature at the time. She swept him off his feet with promises of eternal love. Charles had been wanting to save himself for his eventual true love and now believing he'd found her spent several intimate nights with the goddess. However, after a couple months she soon grew bored with him and departed without a word, leaving Charles distraught, disillusioned, and heartbroken. In his pain and frustration, Charles cast aside his former beliefs. He lashed out, succumbing to a bitter cynicism about love and attraction. His anger and desire for revenge attracted another divine entity, Nemesis, the goddess of retribution. Abandoning all caution, Charles was quickly seduced, which led to the birth of their child, Tempest. She was delivered to his doorstep with a letter. Believing that Charles was a bit too full of himself, Nemesis let slip in the letter an important detail, revealing that Aphrodite was the woman who had so callously broken his heart. Learning the identities of both goddesses shocked him deeply as he had assumed both to be mere humans, but instead of offering solace, this revelation only further embittered the vain man, a bitterness he unknowingly passed on to his daughter. Tempest, thus, was born under a shadow of pain and resentment. As she grew up, she became withdrawn and kept people at arm's length. She inherited the calculated mind of her chess-champion father, a skill she frequently used to stir up trouble. She had also developed a desire for causing chaos and a cruel streak, which she often employed against those who embodied what her father had grown to despise - overly romantic girls and anyone who held naive beliefs in true love. Middle school brought an unusual acquaintance into Tempest's life: Glub, a seemingly peculiar boy who spouted bizarre tales of monsters. He was persistent, always hovering in her peripheral, yet she found him to be mostly harmless, if not very odd and crazy. As she navigated through school, she struggled academically due to her dxylexia and ADHD, but found a way to leverage her strategic thinking to play elaborate pranks and create drama. One fateful day when she was just 12, Glub's wild tales turned out to be real when a new girl who had been harassing Tempest transformed into a monstrous harpy. With no means to defend herself, Tempest was saved in the nick of time by Glub, who, as it turned out, knew much more about her lineage than she did. In the aftermath, Glub revealed to her and her father his true nature as a satyr and the existence of a place called Camp Half-Blood. Upon her arrival at camp, she was immediately claimed by her mother, Nemesis. Confronted by her father, he unveiled the truth about her parentage and his own bitter past with Aphrodite and Nemesis. The truth about her divine lineage only fanned the flames of her inherent nature. Tempest became even more entrenched in her ways, her taste for drama and her proclivity for manipulative relationships amplified. Her upbringing in a household scorned by love led Tempest down a path of vindictive pleasure. She sought out both boys and girls alike, using intimacy as a tool to wreak havoc, particularly among those in serious relationships. Tempest reasoned, if her father and she were denied the comfort of true love, then why should anyone else have it? Tempest Truett, daughter of Nemesis, continues to navigate her life at Camp Half-Blood, leaving a trail of chaos in her wake. But beneath her sharp exterior and thirst for vengeance, she is still a girl trying to understand her place in. Personality Tempest Truett is an enigma wrapped in a storm of chaos and drama. She exudes an undeniable allure, her magnetic charisma tainted by a vindictive edge that keeps many at bay. She embraces her bisexuality with the same fervor she uses to disrupt the peaceful ebb and flow of the camp. Tempest treats intimacy as a weapon, a tool to stir up chaos and disrupt the balance of relationships, whether those involved are boys or girls. The thrill she gets from shattering the peace, particularly in the face of those who believe in the concept of true love, is like a drug to her – addictive and deeply satisfying. Like her mother she is also not afraid to turn her attention to those she deems having acted unjustly, or for the service of those who have been treated unfairly. She is a fierce ally to those few she chooses to befriend...unless they ever betray her. Tempest's belief in her cause is unshakeable, rooted in the bitterness passed onto her from her father, with each dalliance further fuelling her dramatic streak. Tempest's personality is as turbulent as the storm she's named after, full of fierce determination, uncanny cunning, and an unquenchable thirst for chaos. However, this tumultuous persona masks a deep-seated yearning for understanding. She cloaks herself in indifference, hides her insecurities behind a facade of provocation and chaos. At her core, Tempest is a young woman trying to comprehend her place in the world and her divine parentage. But for now, she masks her insecurities with each flirtatious smirk, each manipulative ploy, and each dramatic scheme she conjures. As Tempest traverses the tangled path of her youth, one can only wonder if the turbulent storm within her will ever find calm. About Me Birthdate: June 28th 2004 Likes: Chess, Drama, Strategy Games, Manipulation, Physical Intimacy, Vengeance, Attention, Chaos, Unpredictability, Individualism Dislikes: True Love, Peaceful Situations, Traditional Relationships, Academics, Conformity, Dependability, Predictability, Passivity, Sympathy, Authority Family: Mom: Nemesis Dad: Charles Truett Siblings: None Happy Thoughts: Outsmarting her opponents / The rush of adrenaline and satisfaction that comes from successfully stirring up chaos or drama / Moments of physical intimacy that allow her to exert control over others, especially when it leads to disruption in relationships Nightmares: Being trapped in a monotonous, predictable life devoid of chaos or excitement / Falling in love, especially if it's the 'true love' that her father once believed in and was hurt by / Becoming dependent on someone else, losing her sense of individuality and control Fatal Flaw: Tempest's fatal flaw is her vindictiveness, her desire for retribution blinds her to the consequences of her actions. This leads her to make reckless decisions that put herself in danger. PLAYED BY: FullMoonRising ARTWORK BY: DucHaiten