Save me a spot please!!! I'll make my charrie later. 

Name: Anya Vie

Age: 14

Appearance: Errr... will post later

Personality: Shy and quiet, loves all things book

Something they are hiding: Can use magic (Is a daughter of Hecate)

Weapon: Bow and arrow

Cabin: Hermes (Because there is no Hecate cabin and no one knows her secret.)

Contribution to the quest: Is very smart and is great at tracking (this is because of her magic)

Any relationship to any other charries (you can fill this one out after everyone has made a sheet): N/A

Name: Andrew Nikkus

Age: 12

Appearance: Dark skin, black hair, short-ish.

Personality: Quick and smart, does not socialize AT ALL.

Something they are hiding: Does not know it yet but he is the son of Nix and can use shadow magic.

Weapon: Imperial gold chainsaw/flamethrower... NOT!!! Stygian iron kukri. Look it up, it's a strangely bent short sword.

Cabin: Hermes

Talents/Gifts/Powers: Shadow Magic (though he doesn't know it) 

Contribution to the quest: very smart, master planner, can get out of almost any situation if he thinks hard enough.

Joining! 

Name: Lyssie (short for Alyssa) El-shafei

Age: 15 

Appearance: Very, very short; curvy; covered in freckles; olive skin; wild, curly, dark brown hair held back with a headband or braid; black eyes; wears ripped jeans with combat boots, and her CHB shirt/necklace, obviously.

Personality: A tiny ball of condensed rage. She is very loud and outgoing, and likes to boss people around. Nice when you get on her good side, awful if you get on her bad side. 

Something they are hiding: Not as tough as she acts. She is not actually sure that Ares is her real godly parent. Maybe she acts so angry to convince herself and others that she is. Her claiming may or may not have been a coincidence/one in a million event, and even though it's pretty unlikely, she isn't completely sure. No one else doubts that she's a daughter of Ares, though. 

Weapon: Iron knuckles and her own fists.

Cabin: Ares (at the moment)

Talents/Gifts/Powers: Very good at fighting after years of training. She secretly likes to sew, and is very good at braiding hair. (Charmspeak, but she doesn't know it yet)

Contribution to the quest: Skilled fighter. Surprisingly good at negotion. Seems to be able to get people to do what she wants just by telling them what to do...

Any relationship to any other charries (you can fill this one out after everyone has made a sheet): ???

Oh I am so joining!

Name: Sapphire Thomas

Age: 13

Appearance: Curly elbow-length blond hair, grey eyes, likes to wear jeans/t-shirts/sweatshirts.

Personality: Quick-witted, sarcastic, can usually make anyone laugh. Is pretty friendly and social.

Something they are hiding: I don't really know. Is it necessary to fill this out?

Weapon: Celestial bronze sword with a fancy twirled hilt.

Cabin: Athena

Talents/Gifts/Powers: Wisdom, being the daughter of Athena.

Contribution to the quest: She is good at planning strategies, planning surprise parties, helping you with your algebra homework....

Any relationship to any other charries (you can fill this one out after everyone has made a sheet): N/A for now

Here's the link to Kyanite's appearance. http://www.cricketmagkids.com/chatterbox/inkwell/node/206710?page=2

Let's start on the last day of school, only days away from the official beginning of Camp Halfblood's summer. 

Kyanite~

Class ends, late as always. My
desk is near the back of the room, so I am the first to slip out the
door and into the crowded hallway. Locker doors slam. Tennis shoes
squeak on the polished floors. Everyone is talking, laughing,
chattering. To someone who isn't a part of the ongoing clamor, it all
seems ridiculous. Slinging my backpack over one shoulder, I march
outside to wait on the bus. Across the parking lot, streams of
Elementary schoolers laugh and squeal. Almost all the girls have their
hair in pigtails and are sporting pink frozen backpacks. Right next the
Elementary school, middle schoolers, both boys and girls, are giggling
and looking at cell phones, texting each other even though they are only
1/2 a foot away. Two more weeks and I'll have my driver's test. Two more weeks and I won't have to take the bus. In
the feild behind me, the high school running team warms up. The girls'
long, high ponytails swing from shoulder to shoulder; the boys go out of
their way to show off their flashy athletic shoes. Another normal day. I
lean against the brick wall of the Alex William Highschool. I can feel
the lump in my backpack where my knife is secreted. I had slopily
stitched it into the lining of my backpack, and hadn't brought it out
for two years. My parents had given it to me when I was very young, and
somehow I knew that this knife was very, very special. Polished bronze,
it looks like something right out of a history textbook. Ancient greek,
maybe. The knife is the only proof that there is something special about
my family. The proof that my mom is not a normal parent. Was
not, anyway. All the crazy, dangerous things that have happened to me
over the years all seem to lead back to my mom. I've learned to survive
though. For years, there's been something or someone out to get me, but
I've somehow always remained unharmed. I see everything like a puzzle,
or riddle, and by the time that the danger has passed, I always know the
answer. 

Angila-Annelle~

"Makeup!" I call.

"Check!" My best friend Audria calls back to me, digging through my suitcase.

"Both kits plus the new lipstick we got last week?" 

"Yes!" Audria replies.

"What about ALL seven eyeliner pencils? All there?" Audria's twin Carlena questions.

"Check, check, check, check, check, check, check!" Audria calls. 

"I wish you didn't have to go to summer camp every year!" Carlena moans, "we could do something fun together, like makeovers!" 

"Mmhm," I agree, my mind wandering the strawberry feilds of camp-halfblood.

"Do you have enough clothes for the whole summer? You don't want to wear two pink t-shirts twice in a row!" Audria exclaims.

"Mmhm," I reply, now taking a mental tour of the Aphrodite cabin. 

"Are you sure that 27 outfits will be enough?" Carlena questions. 

"Mmhm," I murmer, now remembering the sparkling canue lake.

"Gila, are you listening?" Audria gently shakes my shoulders.

"Mmhm," now I am on the big-house porch, surveying everything around me.

"GILA!" Carlena screams.

"Oh, yeah, 27 should be enough, thanks for helping me pack!" I smile.

"You are welcome. We are sooo gonna miss you!" Carlena hugs me
delicately. Audria crawls towards us from the suitcase, and squeezes
Carlena and I tightly. I am grateful to have such good friends. If only
they knew who I really am.

"I've got to get up at eight tommorow because my flight leaves at ten," I
groan. Nevertheless, I am looking forward to being at camp again, even
if it means leaving my friends.

~

BTW, Jaquelyn was made by Queen Elizabeth, but we agreed that we'd share all the three characters between us. 

Name: Sophia Kylen

Age: 14

Appearance: semi-tan skin, long light brown hair in a braid or ponytail, deep hazel eyes, surprisingly beautiful features

Personality: very reserved, but has a huge personality underneath. She's got a great sense of humor, though she doesn't laugh a lot, and she's pretty good at socializing for a Hephestaus kid. Overall she listens to conversations with an interested air but doesn't become deeply interested in it. Easy to become attached to.

Something they are hiding: she's got a stutter. She's become really good at thinking out what she's going to say in a second, so you don't notice it, but it comes out in times of serious stress.  

Weapon: has a specially made long dagger with a swiss army knife hilt.

Cabin: Hephaestus

Contribution to the quest: I know this will sound weird, but she's a decent public speaker. She can think up a good argument/speech in basically no time and say it well if she's focusing on doing it without the stutter. Also, she's a genius at making things, preferably useful stuff.

Relationship with other charries: she's probably going to have a crush. 

Here's my another charrie:

Name: Lucas Yang

Age: 16

Appearance: Short black hair; tan skin; basically one half of his body (right side) is covered in burns; dark monolid eyes- his right eyes can't open all the way and he can't move that side of his mouth, either; average height; skinny;

Personality: Grumpy and cold (think Scrooge) does not like the Aphrodite kids, or and love stuff in general. Only opens up to Lyssie, and even to her he is mean.

Something they are hiding: He is Aromantic, and terrified of fire.

(Adding this one) Backstory: (How he got his burns) His older step-brothers were playing a trick on him (as usual) one day. They locked him in his room and then left him there all day. But, there was a gas fire and he was trapped in his room, unable to do anything until the firefighters came and rescued him. Later after he healed, he ran away from his family and came to Camp half-Blood.

Weapon: Kusarigama

Cabin: Ares

Talents/Gifts/Powers: His death stare! Also, he has dyslexia like a lot of the other demigods. Not as strong as most other Ares kids, but still a scrappy fighter.

Contribution to the quest: Not distracted by any creatures such as sirens, so he could save them if they ever got in a situation like that. He and Lyssie work well together while fighting.

Any relationship to any other charries (you can fill this one out after everyone has made a sheet): Lyssie's friend.

Also, Nebula- I had an idea:  

Maybe Lyssie's claiming-thingy was something that Anya did on accident. Maybe she caused a hologram-like helmet, dog, or spear (symbols of Ares) to float above Lyssie's head or something, which was mistaken for her claiming. Just an idea- tell me if you like it.

Anya~

I gaze out the window of the taxi at the strawberry fields. I was almost there, almost to camp...

"You sure this is where you want off?" Asked the cab driver.

"Yes, thank you." I say, handing him his money and hopping out of the cab.

i walk around to the trunk and grab my suitcase. The taxi drives off and I walk up the hill. I could see the whole camp before me. I had only come here the year before last so I was relatively new.

I had hope this year though, there was a chance I would be claimed. Sighing I head off towards the Hermes cabin. Until I found out who my mom was, I was stuck there. 

Andrew~

I sit beneath a tree in the forest. Hidden from anyone, but able to see the kids streaming into their various cabins. Every year I feel downhearted and envious o the kids wit normal lives. I sigh, and make my way to the Hermes cabin for a snack.

Lyssie~

The final bell is a glorious sound. As soon as Lyssie heard it, she jumped out of her seat, grabbed her red bookbag, and dashed out the door, ignoring her teacher's cries of "No running!" The hallways of Dempsey High School were painted blue and yellow, the school's colors, and murals of their mascot proclaimed things like, "Cougars RESPECT one another" or "Cougars say no to bullying" Lyssie had never seen an actual cougar before, but she was sure they would not 'respect' anyone. They'd just eat them alive.

She had a sudden flashback of her first time at camp. There had been a hellhound attack on her second day, and being only nine then, she wasn't allowed to fight. She remembered watching the battle from The Big House. One boy had gotten, well, eaten. Lyssie never looked at dogs the same way after that.

And now, here she was, about to be going back to camp for her seventh summer in a row. Her mom's black pick-up truck pulled into the parking lot, and almost before Lyssie could get in, they sped off towards New York City.

The inside of the truck smelled heavily of cigarette smoke. Lyssie had gotten used to that smell a long time ago- it was everywhere. Their house, their yard, their clothes. She cracked open a window, because it was scorching hot and the truck had no air-conditioning. "Hey mom, can we stop at McDonalds on the way? I'm in desparate need of a coke." She asked.

Her mom handed Lyssie her wallet, which had a skull and crossbones printed into the black leather. "See if I have any money in there."

Inside the wallet, Lyssie found three dollars and a picture of her as a baby. She looked almost the same as she did then- wild black hair, freckled skin- the only thing that had changed was her height, and even then she was still short. "You have three bucks."

Her mom nodded, her elbow propped up on the side of the window. A few minutes later, they pulled into McDonalds and got a large, ice-cold coke for Lyssie.

"Thank you, mom." Lyssie said. She knew her mother was not as tough as she claimed to be, and maybe that was why she was like that, too. The two of them sat in silence for the rest of the ride to camp.

"Be safe, Lyss," her mother said, not letting any emotion get in her words. Lyssie saw it in her eyes, though. "I will mom. I love you."  

Then, she grabbed her duffle back and walked up the hill. Camp Half-Blood, here I come.

~~~~~

Hey, also, I just realized that if Lyssie is actually Aphrodite's kid, she'd have to have a mortal dad. So, her mom is not her real mom, but her real dad's wife who kept taking care of her. Wow, this is confusing. 

Also, @Nebula 

Do you want to do my idea?