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"You miss 100% of the shots you don't take." — Ex-St. Louis Blue Wayne Gretzky
Name
Kelsey Claire Marston
Nicknames
Shooter - Only really known to Pemiscot County folks, it hasn't caught on outside the area.
Katniss - Call her this, and find out how accurate she can be when she aims for your eye.
Age
21. Party on.
Gender
Female
Sexual Orientation
Bisexual.
Ethnicity
50% Greek, 50% American (English/Scottish)
Years at Olympus Academy
Fifth Year
"You can always let me hide all my past, so the night will know that it may last ... beyond the moon ..." — A.M.R. f. Ai Takekawa - Beyond the Moon
Appearance
Kelsey was raised to be proud of her rural roots, and she looks like it. She stands 5'11 in flats, and weighs 140 pounds. Her body looks lean, but she does carry some muscle from her athletic days and her efforts hauling firewood and forest kills into the house. Her long auburn-brown hair is usually tied back in a messy ponytail, but some of her bangs usually sneak out of the hair elastic. Her eyes are brown, but they glimmer just the same as those blonde bimbos with the blue eyes do. Folks just have to look deeper. She's not one to care too much about appearances, and as such will generally avoid makeup unless its time to hit the Rocky Mountain club scene. Her arms and legs are covered in nicks and scars from tree branches that caught her unaware, or in a couple instances, animals that didn't know when they were beaten. Her earlobes are pierced and she has one tattoo, a dark black circle with a sliver of silver on the right side, symbolizing a lunar eclipse, on her right shoulder blade.
She usually wears clothes for comfort, not classiness. She has a collection of jeans, shorts and a couple pairs of overalls, usually paired with a rotation of t-shirts, tank tops and jackets. Basically things that don't get in the way of her shooting. She has one main accessory, a pendant tied with black rope and baring a polished piece of Mozarkite, a gift from her father so she would always have a connection to where she came from.
Personality
✔ Courageous ✔ Loyal ✔ Resourceful ✔ Confident ✖ Headstrong ✖ Spiteful ✖ Naive ✖ Enjoys the Drink
Kelsey is proud of where she grew up and embodies a lot of the morals her dad emphasized as she was progressing through her life. Take care of your own. Give what you can. Make do with what you get. Values that steered their actions. Course, having a beer or two never hurt anyone either. Gotta be able to socialize with the best of them. Her father swears he could shoot better with a drink in him, and he never got questioned on that ability. Not in the hunting group and not by his flesh and blood. Kelsey carries that same kind of confidence in her everyday life, be it on the target range or in a group of her peers, she will assert herself quickly and defend her ideas and compatriots with gusto.
Some would say too much gusto. As with many Marstons, Kelsey will stubbornly defend her idea to the death if she thinks its the right way to do. If it turns out she was right and was ignored, it will often get the offending party on her "shitlist" and they will remain there for a good while unless something miraculous happens. Marstons don't forget. Growing up in a rural town, she can be a little too trusting at times, believing that most people are good from the get go. However, if they betray that initial trust, they too will end up on the shitlist.
When out in a group of friends, she usually tries to be at the head of the party but can be persuaded to acquiesce to other ideas with a drink or two. Dionysius kids are very good at hitting that weak spot. She supports the Grizzlies and Blues, but baseball is boring and the Rams left, so that's it.
History
Kelsey grew up in a small homestead her father built outside of Steele, Missouri, a place where Kyle Marston was free to do whatever he pleased whenever he wasn't working as a mechanic in town. Her mother left shortly after she was born, and Kyle was left to try and learn how to be a parent on the fly. Guns weren't going to raise a young girl, but he was going to try and make it work.
There weren't many toys making their way into the household, so Kyle encouraged his daughter to embrace the outdoors and make her own fun. He encouraged athletics, as sports often filled the void when it grew too dark to hunt or fish. He built a basketball hoop on the side of his garage and encouraged young Kelsey to practice shooting at it, claiming she would be the first woman to play in the NBA if she got good enough. The way she shot, with accuracy uncanny for a girl her age at a regulation hoop, Kyle believed it for a bit. He put a gun in Kelsey's hands when she was 11, and she handled it well too, although she was more interested in the bow and arrow that Rick Sikes liked to use when he came out hunting. Kelsey showed a natural aptitude for that as well. The basketball and archery skills combined to give her the unofficial nickname "Shooter" in local circles.
Kelsey continued to work the land with her father, preparing meals out of their kills and keeping the homestead tidy. Her father even started splitting beers with her when she was 13, just happy for the company more than anything on those lonely nights in the shade of the Ozarks. She would continue to hone her shooting. Even in the dead of night, she would either have a basketball or her composite bow, and she would be just as successful as she was in the day. Kyle couldn't understand how Kelsey could shoot without the lights on, but rumor said that it just showed how unconscious a shot the Marston girl was. SEC schools were already sniffing around Bulldogs games to get a look at the 3-point specialist. It looked like she was set to make a run at that dream she was promised long ago.
Then came the date of Kelsey's 16th birthday. Long after the girls from her team had left for the evening, there was a knock on the Marstons' door as the two were sharing a birthday nip. A woman came in, uninvited, and explained that as her daughter, Kelsey had a destiny to fulfill. There was a lot of shouting that night, half of it in a British accent that almost sounded fake, and the sound of broken bottles could be heard. Eventually, both parents emerged and Kelsey got the news that she was heading to Pac-12 country instead, bundled off to Colorado.
Being denied a chance to follow her dreams put Kelsey in a sour mood when she set foot on Olympus Academy grounds, but her time at the campus has been spent as well as she could muster, despite a lack of game to hunt in the enchanted forests. Admins caught her threatening an impish faerie with a taste of her arrow and that got her reprimanded pretty good. She's settled into a groove during her time here where she will go through the motions in class and spend her off-time in the gymnasium, in the forest or out with some of the other demigods enjoying some libations, especially Dustyn, one of her best friends on campus. But she still remembers what her mother did. It's permanently on her body, and in her mind, and one day, she will get some answers.
"Far as I know, I ain't got respect for her. Abandoning her own kid n' me like that. Then she comes waltzin' back in, expectin' Kelsey to just go along with this shit? With that fancy-pants new accent to boot? They better not fill Kelsey's head with lies or nothin'. She's still my girl, dammit." — Kyle Marston
Godly Parent
Artemis, Goddess of the Hunt, Forest and Hills, the Moon and Archery
Relationship With Godly Parent
Basically non-existent. Artemis didn't stick around very long after giving birth to Kelsey, buggering off to Gods-only-know where for 16 years until she showed up that fateful day, and explained in a Madonna-esque British accent that Kyle's only daughter needed to be sent off to Colorado to learn how to handle her abilities as a demigod. The Marstons have never trusted Artemis considering how quickly she abandoned the two of them, and as such, Kelsey has no desire to develop that relationship. Artemis got herself a new family, with a boy she could mold as she pleased. Good for her. She was number one on the shitlist.
Demigod Abilities
Boom Goes the Dynamite - Kelsey has the eyes of a hunter, and as such, she is deadly accurate with anything that she can get her hands on, be it a bow, a basketball or a bottle that needs flingin'. If it's one of the first two, she will put it on target 95% of the time, and she's working on that pesky last 5%. Guns are a bit lower on the scale, having fallen out of practice with them as she adapted to the bow and arrow, but she's still a good shot.
As Clear in Night as Day - Being the daughter of the Moon Goddess, Kelsey is very in tune with the benefits the heavenly body offers. She can see as clearly in the moonlight as in the daylight, allowing her to perfectly move around and hit her shots while her opponents may be fumbling around in the dark. She thinks she might have gravitational powers as well, but that's only based on Jackie Chan Adventures, and Saturday morning cartoons aren't the best to base ideas off of.
I Will Hunt You Down - Once Kelsey gets a whiff of a target, be it a deer, a rabbit or that snoop from the IRS, she will be able to follow it to the bitter end no matter what. She doesn't enjoy some of the methods necessary to get that scent, but once she has it, doom follows. She guarantees.
Meet You Under the Table - While not the beneficiary of her mother's hands-on parenting, meaning there's no control over nature or anything like that, Kelsey does share a trait with another set of demigod kids. Her training in the game of drink began young, and as such she has developed a strong tolerance for alcohol. She's no match for a Dionysius kid, but she can hold her own against almost anyone on campus. And don't mess with her at beer pong. She is the reigning champion.
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