Gwen Hawthorne

Name: Gwen Hawthorne
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Eyes: Blueish-green. Outlined with smudged eyeliner that she can't be bothered to wash off
Hair: Auburn, fairly straight. She sometimes gets bangs cut into it.
Height: 5' 6"
Body Type: Wiry
Skin Color: Fair, freckly
God Parent: Hermes
Mortal Parent: Jayne Hawthorne
Country of Origin: England
Pets: None
Talents: Thievery (pick-pocketing, petty theft, etc. Nothing too serious), running, photography
Weapon**: A pair of celestial bronze daggers, each with a seven inch long blade.
Personality: Gwen is a very sarcastic, irritable, and bitter person. She is capable of outbursts of rage, though these are usually over trivial things. She isn't interested in much of anything aside from her own gain. Running is the only thing she excels at, and she doesn't even like it all that much. Gwen doesn't trust many people and as a result has very few friends. She shows little affection towards the people close to her, though she really does care about them. At her weakest moments, her sarcasm and bluster leave her, revealing a deep loneliness. Gwen has a deep love of movies and harbors a secret affection for 80s music and pop culture. She also enjoys photography, and used to take pictures for the newspaper at her old school.
Flaws: She has a tendency to alienate others, she can come across as very arrogant, she doesn't like being told she's wrong, she often offends others and rarely apologizes for it, when she meets new people she can be prickly at best and absolutely frigid at the very worst.
Powers: None.
Life Before CHB*: Gwen's mother never really knew what to do with her life, let alone her daughter's. Jayne Hawthorne dropped out of high school at fourteen and worked a number of odd jobs. At the age of twenty-one, Jayne caught the eye of Hermes. Nine months later, Gwenyth Amelia Hawthorne was born. Gwen and her mother lived in England for the first six years of Gwen's life. When Jayne got tired of London, she and her young daughter moved to America to live with Gwen's uncle. Though Gwen's mother and surrogate father were well-meaning, they were both incredibly flighty and forgetful. As a result, Gwen was the one who ended up taking care of them, rather than them of her. When she was 11, Gwen was attacked by a couple of harpies in the middle of a cross-country race. A satyr going undercover at her school rescued her and took her to Camp Half-Blood, where she was claimed. Normally she only spends the summers at camp, but a recent falling-out with her mother has her staying there year-round.
RP Example*: Gwen trudged down her driveway to the front entrance. She fished for the house key in her pocket and unlocked the door, the hinges making an ungodly creaking noise. Gwen took two steps inside and wished she hadn't. The stench of burnt pastry assaulted her nostrils and a thin fog filled the air near the ceiling. Gwen gagged. She cautiously made her way into the kitchen and frowned. There, kneeling in front of the stove, was her mother, her hair disheveled and a look of utter disappointment on her face as she looked into the depths of the oven. Gwen closed her eyes and sighed in an exasperated manner.
"You didn't try to bake cookies again, did you?"
Any notes about your characters: Despite having lived in America for most of her life, Gwen is a complete Anglophile. She also considers herself to be a bit of a tea connoisseur.

Edited. The yellow eyes were a typo. Out of curiosity, why isn't she allowed to be claimed outside of Camp Half-Blood?

That makes sense, thanks for the clarification. The satyr was undercover at her school.