[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=F5BCC9]Desdemona Pemberton[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/8FJsUlhnBf5OvF0NBM/giphy.gif[/img][hr][b][color=F5BCC9]Location:[/color][/b] Camp Half-Blood[hr][hr][/center]

Mona could only shake her head in disbelief. There was no way she was the daughter of Aphrodite. Regardless of whatever skills she was said to have possessed, it didn't make sense. She liked Rock and Roll, dark clothing, and sticking it to whatever authority figure dared tell her otherwise. Now she was in a frilly pink dress, make-up caked all over her face, and jewelry doing nothing but weighing her down. And how the hell did girls do anything in heels?

[color=F5BCC9]"See? You have Zeus as a dad and all I have is Aphrodite, goddess of bullshit beauty or whatever. Pray, tell me in what way could anything she does be seen as useful? Do I get any cool items?"[/color] In her mind, Aphrodite was probably the weakest of them all. And if her children all dressed as she did, then she could see why.