[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=SlateBlue]Athanasia Theroux[/color] [/center][/i][/b][/h1] [center][img]https://c.photoshelter.com/img-get/I0000A111v6FSs48/s/750/750/tpee9740-3.jpg[/img][/center] [center] [b][color=SlateBlue]Location[/color][/b] Camp Half-Blood, F,4[/center] [hr][hr]

[color=SlateBlue]"Los Angeles?"[/color] Athanasia had heard of that place before though she couldn't quite place it. Therefore, from her reasoning, it most likely didn't have any old relics about it. Her mother was often traveling to different places to identify bones and artifacts, something Athanasia found extremely interesting. Bones, in particular, were interesting and the man she had assumed was her father had argued long and hard with her mother that a little girl should not be around such things. Well, she had been and it hadn't done any damage to her. In fact, since finding out she was a child of the God of the Underworld and thus a God of the Dead, though not Death itself, her interest in bones seemed to have been a thing that was natural. Shame the senile, old oaf didn't know that! It would have shut him up quickly!

But then again maybe he did know? Was that why he and her mother had fought all the time and why he was so cold towards her? Not that she really cared. Her only care towards him was proving him wrong and showing him up. Perhaps it was a foolish thing to do, but hey, she was merely ten. Perhaps the fact her mother was having a baby would mellow out the man. Perhaps not. Her thoughts were derailed a lightening flashed making the pale girl pause in her steps. [color=SlateBlue]"Lightening? Was that Andy's power?"[/color] She wondered to Alannah, curiously. [color=SlateBlue]"Oh, la! I wish I could be as flashy."[/color] Nevermind she dressed just as flashy at times.