Henrietta Abbot

Liam had been testing Henry's patience all day -- even more so than usual! They'd been training for hours, and he wasn't letting her get a single shot in. Either she'd lost her skills, or there was something else on her mind... Something about Liam Santos's inability to keep his shirt on during their training sessions, maybe? Or the way he shamelessly gloated when she couldn't counter his moves? Gods, she'd had enough! Desperate times call for desperate measures, Henry thought as she dropped her sword. She lifted her shirt slowly, casting it dramatically aside. As she suspected, Liam's arrogance did the rest of the work: assuming she was surrendering to him, his body loosened, his eyes hungry. Quickly, she darted around the back of him. Before she knew it, Henry was grinning at Liam, on the ground before her. The swift kick she had delivered to the back of his knees had felled him like a tree. Their usually stark height difference was reversed, Henry standing tall over him. She took his chin between her fingers and forced him to look her in the eyes. "Look at me, Santos," she demanded. "Remember this moment. I own you, don't I?" She slipped her thumb in between his slightly parted lips, forcing his legs further apart with the steel cap of her combat boot. "Don't I?" She repeated firmly, drawing her dagger from its sheath at her belt. With its blunt edge, she began tracing his jawline. It thrilled her to finally have him under her control, dominating his mind, body and spirit. She felt powerful, and couldn't resist holding the dagger to his throat. "Look at you now, princess," she whispered, falling into his lap and taking him into a passionate kiss. Now that she was at his level, the height difference only served to dominate Liam more. Was the short, slight girl in front of him truly the one in power here? Was he, descendant of the war God, really at her mercy? @ Liam Santos

"I can understand that," Henry grimaced, trying to put herself in Nova's shoes. "It's the principal of the thing, right? Like, you're not actually into Liam." Trust was important to her too, although she was having difficulty wrapping her head around the issue; the two seemed to have a casual arrangement. Aphrodite kids weren't necessarily known for being exclusive with their partners. Their mothers Athena and Aphrodite had a bit of a sordid past, so Henry felt she wasn't immune to prejudice, as much as she hated to admit it. Still, she couldn't stop the words from coming out: "So... Friends with benefits, huh? Doesn't sound that serious." It was a bold move, but that was how she felt. After all, Nova and Liam were adults (albeit the young kind). They had autonomy. "If you aren't in a relationship, then a kiss is fine, right? Bit too 'chicken soup for the teenage soul' to be upset about that." Nodding, Henry pondered what karma might look like in a situation like this. "Well, if it's karma you're after, maybe you should offer some food as tribute to Nemesis tonight. That or give your dessert to one of her kids," she said, with the ghost of a smile on her face. The Nemesis cabin was always happy to be the harbingers of justice on the more... let's say domestic issues like this. Her friend Tempest was a testament to that. Henry watched Nova interact with her siblings before shrugging at her. There wasn't much else to say. She had been candid about what she did -- apologetic even; she couldn't say she regretted the kiss though. The rest of this was up to Liam: he had an apology and a choice to make.

Henry returned Tempest's wave with a smirk. She knew her friend well enough to recognise this as just the kind of environment she thrived in. Like Sage, she took in information and stored it away for later. Tempest did it in a slightly more malevolent manner, sure, but it was a common thread nonetheless. At least the camp's two biggest gossips were on her side in this Liam mess... she wasn't likely to be painted the villain by either of them. "Temmy, you here to keep an eye out for your girlfriend?" Henry shouted over the music, purposefully riling up her friend. Once she observed the desired reaction, she turned laughing back to Sage and Loukas. "Festive? Why you too, Loukas! If you consider some cul-de-sac dad's barbeque a holiday," she grinned, teasing the boy. Hey, if you couldn't lightly bully your sibling's boyfriend then what's he even there for? "Not too interesting, I hope." Henry's eyes followed Loukas's, flickering towards Liam. "You guys will hold my drink if he pulls some shit with Nova in front of me, right?" She was only half joking. For a moment she took in Sage and Loukas, glowing under the strobe lights of the party. They looked sickeningly cute together; Henry always felt that, no matter what they were wearing, she was practically attending their wedding. At the least a rehearsal dinner. Part of her was alight with affection and pride for them... The other, smaller part was bitterly envious.

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Henry tried not to stare as Liam walked in. She could only down her drink with a swift flick back of her head, emptying the contents into her throat. A bit of courage she wouldn't usually need. The bastard has some nerve to look handsome tonight, she thought furiously. Even though he paused in the doorway, he seemed outwardly cool and collected. She hated him for it, and for the entourage of his brothers that flanked him like bodyguards. All thoughts of a violent confrontation left her mind, however much she wanted to deliver a swift kick between his legs. Who was he to ignore her like this? She was just about to storm up to him and give him a piece of her mind when she heard a familiar voice: her sister Sage's. Divine interception. I hear you, Mom. "Oh, did I?" Henry smirked at her sister's accusation. "I could've sworn you were right behind me!" Maybe she'd avoided her sister on purpose, but she was glad to be by her side now. She needed more moral support than she'd expected, seeing Liam's face reminded her of how soft his lips were... the feeling of his hands in her hair. Absentmindedly, she touched the cut on the bridge of her nose: the only way she knew it hadn't been another one of her dreams about him. Yuck! "Hey Loukas," she added, giving him a cheeky smile. "You're looking particularly out of my sister's league tonight," she joked, elbowing Sage softly.

Henrietta Abbot would never admit it, but she loved a good party. Nursing a drink or a smoke on the outskirts, pretending to be too cool for all of it? Sign her up! So, she figured, Aislynn's party was the perfect opportunity to get out and forget about everything. It had only been a few days since her kiss with Liam Santos by the lake. The gossip followed her around, with every hiss of a whispered 's' in her wake only making her more nervous. Still he hadn't spoken to her. Henry assumed she'd freaked him out, disgusted him even. They were supposed to be mortal enemies, and she'd gone and kissed him. It was a stupid moment of weakness that kept her up at night; how could she have been so foolish? All this over a tool like Liam... I could definitely use a drink. Aislynn's parties were notorious for devolving into debauchery-filled ragers: aaah, exactly the environment Henry needed to repress and ignore her broken heart! Maybe even find Nova and figure out what was going on... She took extra care getting dressed (outfit), feeling the unusual urge to impress. A skirt wasn't unusual for her, but one this short definitely was. Gods, what's he doing to me? She thought furiously as she headed out, self-consciously dodging the gaze of her siblings. Sage especially, as she would immediately figure out what was going on... that girl was too perceptive for her own good. Henry definitely didn't need the 'I told you so smirk' Sage was bound to give her. She followed the sound of singing and guitar all the way to the Dionysus cabin, flipping off a few gossipers on the way. Unsurprisingly, Cabin 12 made the perfect party venue. Once there, she found a column to lean nonchalantly against, observing the other campers making their way in. Krystal, MK, Larissa, Levi... nobody she knew particularly well. The cup of whatever she had in her hand hit the back of her throat with a warm sensation, bordering on the unpleasant. Perfect. She tapped her foot to the music, trying not look as though she was waiting for somebody: she definitely was. He was nowhere to be seen, on another girl's arm or otherwise.

Henry was used to her half-sister's schemes by now... she had played "lookout" for her maybe one two many times. Sustaining a random conversation with a camper she usually wouldn't give the time of day to? So not her thing. But Sage recruited her all the same. Maybe because of her penchant for pranks with Tempest, or her natural inclination for war tactics? Who knows. But, this time, she was in it for more than sisterly loyalty. Her biggest enemy, aside from Liam of course: Damien Dawn. He was a pompous pretty boy with a lot of talent and ZERO substance. "You really think this'll work, Sage?" Henry questioned, squinting at the poster she was stapling to a tree. "Oh, who am I kidding? For an Apollo boy he's surprisingly... dim," she smirked, stepping back to align the poster squarely. Hey, she was still her mother's daughter! It was one of Sage's more... comical plans, but if anyone was gonna fall for it, Damien would. "I can't wait to see the look on his face when we--" she heard footsteps approaching and quickly slipped behind the tree. It was casual enough to be a natural movement, but strategic enough to conceal her, at least until he got closer to the tent. While Henry doubted he'd recognise her, they'd had run-ins before. He'd tried to sign her sketchbook once! She rolled her eyes at the mere thought of it.

Even as their combined juices spilled down her legs, she was hesitant to move away from him. She felt as though they were one entity -- to depart from his heat, to feel him slip out of her was an insurmountable thought. "Mmm," she whispered, smiling. "I've been waiting a long fucking time for that, Santos." Even as he collapsed next to her, she couldn't help but admire him; beauty to rival any Aphrodite kid, with the Ares benefit of a deep-rooted firey determination that she deeply respected. She knew in that moment that she was extremely lucky. As soon as that realisation had dawned on her, she did something that surprised even her -- she took Liam into a big hug. She buried her face in his neck, enjoying the feeling of simply being close to him. She had a new-found love of intercourse, but even more so an obsession with intimacy. A hug conveyed that just as much as sex did -- perhaps even more so, for two people so hesitant to be vulnerable with anyone. Finally, she felt she had somebody she could be completely herself with. With that came a sense of fear. What if he hurt her? What if she gave him everything she had only to be turned away? But in the night, curled into Liam's chest, she put those fears aside. As the cicadas chirped into the newly-quiet air, and the lake lapped onto its shore, Henry understood the world a little more. Loving must be worth it; this, the purest of happiness, couldn't never be a bad thing. "Thank you," she breathed. There was no sarcasm in her voice, no quip or retort. It was a moment of rare and unabashed sincerity. "You're perfect, Liam Santos." For once, she wasn't ashamed. -- The end

"Mmhg, I'm yours Liam! Wait n--" she tried to catch herself, but her arousal was too great. Her brain felt entirely empty, the only thing that existed for her in that moment was the feeling of him rhythmically pumping in and out of her. Henry could feel every inch of his length, every vein that threaded through it sliding against her inner walls. She felt like his prey, a conquest at the end of a long hunt. Every thrust he delivered reminded her of his power and strength, his formidable nature. Yet, behind that, somewhere in his lustful groans, there was a vulnerability. A side of Liam Santos she felt honored to witness. "Fuck yes, Santos, I belong to you!" she moaned, caving to her pleasure at last. "You feel so fucking good, mghhh!! hhnngg, please- oh, ohh!!" Henry reached her point of release just as he had commanded; each of her words hitched as his hips slammed against her, bringing with them all of his considerable length. She was completely spent, her body achingly satisfied, complete with the sensation of being deliciously, whole-heartedly used. She knew she would never get enough of this feeling. Liam Santos had staked his claim on her, and he could have her whenever he wanted. Under the table at dinner, in his room with the door open, in the showers after practice... Henrietta was finally his. She was a complete mess, plastered with running mascara and sweat. Panting, out of breath from her cries of pleasure, she briefly wondered if anyone had heard them. Liam definitely hadn't let her stay quiet; not only was he well endowed, he was skillful. Henry was sure she must've woken half the camp up, but somehow she didnt care. Maybe she even liked the thought. Then everyone would know Liam was her's, and she his. She eagerly awaited his own climax, dizzy with the thought of him finishing inside her. Whimpering with anticipation, she lay her face on the ground, exaggerating the curve of her back. "Come on, Santos, don't be a pussy. Fill me up," she teased, her smile evident in the sound of her voice.

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The sensation of sudden and complete fullness made Henry cry out in pain and pleasure. It was an entirely new feeling, testing her body's ability to cope. For a moment, it was so intoxicating all she could do was moan Liam's name. She let out whimpers and exclamations of pure pleasure, delighting in the way he used her body. She clenched around him in a way she hadn't anticipated, as though her body had been waiting a long time for this and didn't dare risk letting him go. "Mmmf, fuck! Oh Liam, hnng... I love this! I- I love you! Oh gods, mmmgh!" She felt her eyes water, sweat plastering her fringe to her face as she fought to keep her back arched for him. Her brain was empty of any thoughts except him, so she hardly even registered the confession she'd just let slip. One that had been building in her for years... she loved him. It was like he had claimed her, made her entirely his. This act just made ut that much more permanent: a physical truth. She wasnt a virgin anymore. The thought thrilled her, prompting another moan to escape from her lips. The praise he cooed made her grin, and the teasing that followed even more so. Liam's roughness excited Henry, and she wanted to feel him lose it entirely. She craved to bring out an animalistic quality in him, and suspected she knew how. "Is that really all you've got? Mmmgh, I- I fuck myself better with two fingers!" She taunted between moans, completely dishonestly. She hadn't known before what a thrill she would get out of being bratty. But, she supposed, there were clues in her personality. The smack he delivered to her ass made her exclaim, clenching around him in surprise. The way Liam gripped her hip, like a promise of more to come, had Henry completely under his control. She imagined he had every intention to fuck her until her brain was completely empty. Suffice to say she welcomed that challenge. "Harder!! Mmmgh fuck, you're so bigg! Liam..." she whined, unable to articulate anything else.

It was beyond strange to discover how many people had grown up just as Henry had -- one absent parent, feeling like a complete outcast their whole lives. Followed by chaos and constantly labelled a troubled kid. Henry couldn't help but wonder what Sage's story was, and how closely it might resemble her own. They were technically related and never even suspected the other existed, how strange was that? Her whole life had turned upside down over just a few weeks! "That makes me 'interesting phenomena' then? Hey, I'll take it." Henry couldn't help but blush as Sage asked if she wrote songs. Secretly she did, but nobody had ever (or would ever!) hear them. They weren't love songs or anything (yuck), but they were definitely personal. "Nah, I'm not a writer," Henry lied. She had a reputation to protect, after all, to ensure nobody messed with her here. If Sage wrote down that she was a sensitive songwriter and it got into the wrong hands? No thank you! "So you must know everything that goes on around here, huh? Who should I look out for? Y'know, the ones who spell trouble?"

"If I'm 'Henrietta', you're Sam. Get used to it," Henry snapped. It became pretty damn clear that Samantha wasn't going anywhere. She stood in the doorway like a victim of Medusa: Stoney-faced and still. However genuine her diplomacy was, Henry still felt like the girl viewed her as inferior somehow. This had been her problem with her ever since she came to CHB. Samantha always followed the rules, disregarded fun of any kind as frivolous and expected everyone else to do the same. Then she looked down on them if they didn't. People like that drove Henry absolutely crazy. They were demigods for Zeus's sake! They were practically built to have fun. "The newbies are getting too mouthy anyway," she retorted, falling back dramatically on her bed. "Can't you think of something they need to be punished for? I know nobody bothers you with the gossip, but I'm in the middle of something here." A passing Ares camper yelled something through the window, as though punctuating her sentence. Getting up to shout some expletives after them, Henry stumbled over her guitar case. Fine. Maybe she did need to clean. "Whatever Sam, I'll do it. You don't need to supervise me, I'm a big girl now." Glaring over her shoulder at the older girl, Henry couldn't help but notice she was staring wistfully out of the window. It wasn't even a nice view! Just the gaudy Aphrodite cabin. "Nobody's making you do this. If you've got somewhere to be, don't let me stop you." She really hoped Samantha would take her up on that offer. All Henry really needed to find Liam and ask him what in Tartarus was going on. Maybe kiss him again. Or whatever. Absentmindedly, Henry folded a few shirts and forced them into her over-stuffed drawers. She kicked a couple of sketchbooks under her bed. Hey, the illusion of cleanliness is good enough, right?

Henry knew Samantha's footsteps by heart. It was a quick, steady pace that usually heralded a massive pain-in-the-ass lecture. Having it memorised meant that Henry usually had enough time to stub out a cigarette, or turn her amp down. But today she wasn't even being disruptive! Just sitting cross-legged on her bed, trying to understand the situation with Liam Santos... Samantha Adams's unwelcome voice disrupted her thoughtful glowering. Gods, she had some nerve! Okay, maybe Henry hadn't done her chores in a couple of days -- she couldn't help that she had so much on her plate. Her stupid kiss with Liam was quickly becoming old news, and he still hadn't spoken to her. It was a living nightmare; she was too anxious and angry to be stuck sweeping and cleaning! "I've told you a million times," she said through gritted teeth. "It's Henry. Were you genetically engineered to piss me off, or is this deliberate?" At the word 'this' she gestured vaguely to the older girl. Just because she was cabin leader didn't mean she had to be such a buzzkill. Something about her impatient expression had made Henry go on the offensive; it was a bad time to mess with her. "Get one of the newbies to cover me. It's their mess anyway." This wasn't strictly true. The communal areas, maybe, but Henry did tend to leave a small trail of chaos wherever she went. Eyeliner pencils, marble dust from her sculptures, mud from the training ground, etc. And, sure, she practised her swordplay on the doorframe sometimes. How else was she supposed to get the upper hand over Liam? Besides, she contributed to the cabin in ways other than chores. Like by being a delightful presence. "Wow, Sam, I just thought of something! If you didn't come into my room unannounced, maybe you wouldn't see my mess," Henry glared at her half-sister. Seriously, how were they even related?

Henry was a little taken aback by Novalie's politeness. The girl even went so far as to compliment her! This just made Henry feel worse; it was her who had initiated the kiss after all. Had Liam kissed back? Yes. The blame couldn't be entirely on his shoulders (though they were broad enough for the burden!) -- Henry knew she had to be honest. "Listen, you should know... we did kiss. I kissed Liam by the lake last night," remembering the moment, she touched the cut on the bridge of her nose softly. The slight pain returned her to the argument, the passion that had finally boiled over. It had felt like years in the making. "But he's not into me. He pretty much lives to piss me off, so you've got no competition here." Henry felt her arms go limp at her sides, forgetting the training session. Her mind was completely scrambled. Why did those words hurt to say? She couldn't possibly like Liam, so why did she feel so jealous and inadequate looking at his girl? Nova stood in a beam of sunlight like the world was putting a spotlight on her. Even in the blazing afternoon heat, she didn't sweat. Gods, I get it. Henry nodded slowly as the girl talked about the camp gossip mill. It was very true, and something she had stupidly not considered last night. "I understand if you're mad at me. I would kick my ass if I were you," she said, sincerely. It was true; she didn't have Nova's patience. The benefit of the doubt she was receiving felt unwarranted. After all, she had known about Liam and Novalie! Maybe she'd assumed that Nova wasn't serious about it, being an Aphrodite girl, but still... she'd done an unjust thing. "Liam's a stupid boy. About 12 shy of a dozen, honestly. But I should've known better. I'm sorry," the words hurt to say, but Henry knew she had to take responsibility.

Liam was completely in control now; he had her feeling like Henrietta, rather than Henry. Like she was in the presence of a great power, an unshakeable authority. "I'm going to kill you for this, Santos," she muttered quietly, half hoping he wouldn't hear. Her body was screaming at her to give in, clenching and aching as he teased her entrance mercilessly. She twitched in anticipation but, every time, Liam would pull away again, making her whimper and growl in frustration. He had finally got the best of her: she couldn't risk talking back. Henry knew Liam well enough to know that he was serious about his threats to leave. He craved the satisfaction of making her bend to his will, admitting her wild desire. She bowed her head and pushed back, fighting for purchase as his tip slipped ever nearer. "Fine! I need your cock-- please, I'm begging you. Fuck me, Liam, p-please!" she begged. Her use of his first name was just another small surrender, a very intimate signal of trust. Not only was her respect for him suddenly clear, but so was her desire and adoration. She was blushing scarlet, unable to maintain her cool exterior anymore. She suspected Liam knew he had won, and was about to smugly boast his triumph over her. She couldn't find it in her heart to care, though, because the sensation of his length so close to her entrance overshadowed all else. She was reduced to an amorphous bundle of desire and nerve endings. "Gods, stop teasing me," she cried. "I need it, Liam, I need you!" He was the son of the god of War; she, the daughter of the goddess of battle strategy. This was the white flag that heralded something completely inevitable.

"I don't need permission, Santos. Especially not from you," retorted Henry with a tauntingly sweet smile. It was strange, even completely naked and looking up at Liam, she felt powerful. It was a feeling he always brought out in her -- a determination, a fighting spirit that she loved. Maybe it was his Ares powers; maybe it was just him. He made her feel brave, intoxicated by possibilities. Sometimes she worried that Liam brought out the best in her... that's not what enemies are supposed to do. Right? "Next time you'll have to make me." She relished in the words 'next time', like a promise that he would have her again. The feeling of his fingers on her jawline, forcing her gaze up towards his made Henry feel dizzy. Gods, what was he doing to her? Liam's words made Henry lose her cool for a moment. He had such a raw power, an authority that even she was hesitant to defy. He fit the role of dominator so well, handsome and erect above her, a slight darkness behind his eyes. The way he stated his intentions with her, an order that didn't allow disobedience. She felt herself wetten even more, her body begging her to finally submit to him. "Fine," Henry stammered, trying to recapture her control. "But only cause you clearly need the ego boost." It was a decent comeback, but certainly not her best work. Then, Henry did as she was told for just about the first time in her life. She turned around and propped herself up on her elbows, pushing her ass into the air. It was deliciously humiliating to display herself to Liam, and she stifled a whimper at the mere thought of it. With her back arched expertly, Henry was exposed in every way. Her pussy glistened from her previous orgasm, tight and pink as ever. She anticipated his touch hungrily, completely ready to be used for the first time. "You think you can turn me helpless? I'd like to see you try, Ares boy."

The girl in Henry's doorway was pretty: grey-eyed and blonde. Naturally blonde, unlike Henry's platinum hair and dark roots. This girl couldn't have been much older than Henry herself, but she carried herself much differently; Henry had seen her amongst the other Athena kids when she got claimed, scribbling something in a notebook... She was weird. Henry liked her already. Crossing her arms, slightly affronted by the suggestion her guitar was a purely aesthetic choice, she raised an eyebrow. "I play," she replied. It was true -- she never said she played well. "I'm Henry. Who are you?" The question might've sounded a bit rude, but she wasn't used to people approaching her. Especially not with kindness. All her experiences with kids her age had been... let's say hostile. It was weird to think she and this strange girl were half-sisters -- a few weeks ago, they didn't even know one another existed. "No, don't tell me. You're that stalker girl, right? You're new here too," Henry had heard most of the camp gossip from Tempest, an older girl who had approached her on her first day. This was Sage Roberts, the girl with the notebooks and the camera. A bizarre reputation to have, sure, but definitely an intriguing one. "You scoping me out for a shrine or something?" she teased.

Henry had been claimed: she was a daughter of Athena. It was exhilarating, but it felt like a lot of pressure too. Could she really live up to that name? I mean, goddess of wisdom, really? She was ADHD and dyslexic... she didn't feel too wise most of the time. It was a couple of weeks since she first arrived at Camp Half-Blood, and the black eye she got from that cyclops attack had faded into an imperceptible smudge. Part of her wondered if Athena had waited until she was more presentable to claim her as a daughter... Henry was pretty happy to be moving out of the cramped Hermes cabin, but not so happy that she had to carry all of her stuff by herself. She had her electric guitar, amp, clothes, and everything! She was none too pleased about the camp shirt either. She was trying to be punk! What's less punk than a 13-year-old girl in a bright orange summer camp uniform? The room she was moving into was bigger and brighter than she was used to back home. Maybe she could get used to this demigod stuff after all. As she was neatly putting away her clothes -- start as you mean to go on or whatever -- she heard a bright voice coming from behind her. Cursing fouly out of surprise, Henry spun around. Damn, was she gonna get in trouble for swearing here? @ Sage Roberts

The two girls kept it (relatively) chill for the rest of the day. They planned passively for the meeting tomorrow, suggesting potential routes of prankery. Henry played look-out while Tempest replaced the Apollo kids' arrows for rubber replicas... just tiny mischiefs. By the time the sun was down, the Hermes kids were free from their sticky prisons and ready to hit the showers. The water was ice cold. The laughter of two unlikely friends punctuated the exclamations of the poor, shivering campers. Henry was grateful to Tempest for allowing her to feel normal, if only for a few hours. She'd made a big mistake kissing Liam, and the whispers that followed her around camp were like a million tiny snakes hissing. Or the scuttling of thousands of spider legs! She shuddered at the thought. As she lay in bed that night, she thought about how grateful she was for Tempest. Tempest, who treated her like a sister, a partner in crime, and an agent of chaos all in one. The rush of affection she had for her best friend kept her dreams that night, if not sweet, thoroughly neutral. Camp was a scary place sometimes -- not because of the monsters, but because so many teens packed together spelt trouble. Henry and Tempest made their own trouble, a kind they could control. That helped a lot on days like this. Henry's dreams that night were full of Ares boys and red-headed Phobos girls. What new chaos was threatening to sweep CHB? The End

Henry followed Tempest's gaze, tracing the cause for her friend's sudden shift in demeanour. A red-headed Phobos camper stood there with a smirk, wiggling her fingers in a taunting wave. She filed away the strange interaction for later inspection. Nobody ever shook Tempest... seems like Henry's true feelings for Liam weren't the only secret that hung between them. Unlucky for Tempest, Athena's children have impeccable memories. "No, it wouldn't be out of character. I mean, you're not scared of anyone, right?" The taunt was just subtle enough to be ambiguous, but overt enough that Tempest would catch on. The dynamic between the two girls was such that teasing was practically mandatory; even if that shift in mood meant nothing, it was Henry's duty to poke fun! "You could take Hermes down easy," grinned Henry, quick to get back on Tempest's good side. "We just messed with his whole cabin, didn't we? Aside from the one skipping training for a quickie in the woods, anyway." That was always a safe bet around CHB. Tempest seemed the only one immune to the raging hormones; even Henry herself had been caught out by a boy. She'd never known her best friend to be intimate with anyone unless she stood to gain something from it. "Like these babbling idiots have any chance of being heroes," Henry laughed. "These kids aren't cut out for surviving puberty, let alone a quest!"

Henry let out a hearty laugh at Tempest's teasing. "Oh, shut up! You'd be lucky to have me!" She tugged on a strand of the brunette's hair. "If I weren't a catch, I wouldn't be the talk of the camp right now." The sentence was punctuated with a wordless middle finger to the gaggle of younger campers whispering behind them. Sometimes Tempest felt like more of a sibling than any of the Athena cabin kids, besides Sage. They were good to have around for Capture the Flag, but Henry was a notoriously difficult person to get to know. Tempest had disarmed her without even trying, and that was special. If souls existed, Henry and Tempest's were made of the same gunk. "Sounds like a plan; they're due a bit of a shock to their inflated egos. And, before you say anything," she hastened to add, "I'm not just bitter 'cause I'm a shit archer." Henry was so used to Tempest's quips that, often, she could counter them before the girl had even said anything. It wasn't that Tempest was predictable -- not even close. More so that she'd trained Henry in her particular breed of unpredictability. Repositioning herself so she faced Tempest, Henry pulled one knee to her chest and thought hard. "Prank anyone? Definitely Samantha Adams," she smirked. "What a buzzkill. I'm sick of sneaking out of the cabin at night to smoke, it's fucking freezing! And as for disruption... let me loose in the Aphrodite cabin's bathroom for ten minutes. There'd be a sudden uptick in early onset hair loss around here, I'll tell you that for free," she grinned. "What about you? You'd wanna prank Zeus himself, I bet."

Beatrix "Trix" McCoy biography Trix was born in 2006 to her mother Elizabeth. Elizabeth was just 19 when Trix was conceived in a club bathroom. The hook up was as passionate as it was unprotected, and the affair that followed? Pitifully short-lived. A goth with substance issues, Elizabeth relapsed soon after Beatrix was born. She just wasn't able to maintain the sobriety she kept up during the pregnancy, and soon Trix was taken away from her. Elizabeth's mother Cynthia was given legal guardianship of the child. With Elizabeth recently in prison for drug and battery charges, one could describe Trix's home life as troubled, even broken. While Cynthia was a good woman, she found being a grandma hard; Trix had never been an easy child. She was always doing reckless things and causing trouble at school; it seemed that Trix was almost completely fearless. She picked fights with bullies twice her age, vandalised school property, etc. Trix's peers avoided her, calling her creepy. Friends she may have made were banned from engaging with her by their parents -- she was only seven when her reputation began to precede her. Trix started running away from home at the age of nine. This habit, along with her blossoming pyromania, saw her shipped off to a strict boarding school for delinquent kids. The school was a harsh institution, stopping just short of being unlawful. Trix was often in detention, being verbally abused by the headmaster. This made her lash out even more, occasionally violently. After throwing a chair across the room in a surprising feat of strength, she was made to work as assistant to the groundsman, Mr. Wilder, as punishment. One day, weeding the herb garden with Mr. Wilder, Beatrix was attacked by a harpy. It took a decent scrape at her arm before Mr. Wilder’s favourite trowel transformed into a short-sword. A battle ensued as Trix watched from the ground, taken aback. She soon collected herself, and used her fearlessness to her advantage: she wielded a garden fork and finished the beast off. Kind, patient Mr. Wilder explained what was going on. He was a satyr, and Beatrix and two of her peers were demigods. He rounded up Trix and two other half-bloods, ready to bring them to camp. When Mr. Wilder tried to send an Iris message to Grandma Cynthia, it became clear she had passed away, leaving Trix without a viable guardian. Mr. Wilder took her and the other children to Camp Half Blood. He kindly pretended not to hear Trix's crying at night, knowing she'd be humiliated that she'd let her guard down while someone could hear. Beatrix was claimed by Phobos at the end of her first week at Camp, at 11 years old. It did little to alleviate her feelings of being alone in the world. Personality Beatrix is 5'2 of pure, red-headed confidence. She is thrill-seeking, and can come off as fearless and disrespectful. Amongst her favourite hobbies are flirting, causing chaos, and being vaguely off-putting. Her temper is bad, but generally not terrible. That being said, if you push her too far you'll definitely need to call some Apollo kids to patch you up. Trix gets carried away easily, sometimes to the point of badly injuring people in training and Capture the Flag. Because of this, some may see her as aggressive, competitive, or even sadistic. While the first two are fair observations, the latter is a bit extreme. At her best, she can be very charismatic, charming, and playful. She has a dark sense of humor, a sharp, sarcastic tongue, and enjoys teasing her peers. If you can get close to her, you'll be rewarded with some of the most fierce loyalty you'll ever come across. Trix's bravery makes her an excellent person to have on your side; she wouldn't hesitate before laying her life down for a true friend. Trix, like any Phobos kid worth their salt, has perfected the art of weirding people out and always gets a kick out of it. She disregards any and all societal rules, making her something of an anarchist. She is a fierce feminist who can and will beat you up if she catches you being misogynistic. She makes no attempt to hide her irritation and refuses to sugar-coat her words. If she hates you, you'll definitely know. Beatrix has a general distaste for the boys around Camp and is impatient when it comes to suffering fools. About Me Birthdate: December 14th, 2006 Likes: Morbid stuff, horror movies, flirting, making people nervous, using her phobikinesis, combat Dislikes: The camp shirts (orange clashes with her hair), buzzkills, authority, boys, societal expectations Family: Mom: Elizabeth, 38 (whereabouts unknown) Dad: Phobos Siblings: N/A Other: Grandma Cynthia, 65 (deceased) Happy Thoughts: Horror movies, collecting animal skulls, getting pretty girls flustered, autumn weather, candles. Nightmares: Being alone forever. You would never know it, but she worries she is an inherently broken, unlikable person. Fatal Flaw: Her audaciousness (in every sense of the word). She tends not to recognise her own limitations and disrespects authority to a dangerous degree. PLAYED BY: CICADA FACE CLAIM: Katharine Isabelle