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Seated in a rickety chair in front of the desk I am walking towards is Darren Wallace, a petite yet muscular girl who is sitting straight up in her chair, inspecting the room with a sort of eagerness I've never seen before.  
"Welcome, Darren," I say, and it seems to startle the young girl, something I did not intend to do.
"Oh, um... hi," she says, glancing at me briefly before looking around at the assorted, deadly weapons lined up along the walls. She looks intoxicated; gleeful to be seated in a room with so many killing machines. But it doesn't worry me. "So, Miss Wallace -" I start to say as I place my folder stuffed with heavy papers onto the desk and take a seat in the blue fluffy seat before her. But, she cuts  me off before I can go on. Typical teenagers. "It's just Darren," she says with a voice that sounds different to me when I first entered into the little room. I notice she has a New Yorker accent; just a light one, though. I nod my head in  agreement; whatever.  "Anyways, I brought you here to ask a few questions, if that's all right with you." she looks at me with a thick raised eyebrow. "Um... okay," she says, and I grab the folder, flipping it open, and a pen.


"First question: full name?"
she hesitates a moment before answering.
"Darren Xavier Wallace."
I look up a her with a quizzical expression. Her name was one of a boy's, not a girl's.
"Darren... Xavier?"
She shrugs, flushing.
"My mom wanted a boy."
I nod, and turn back to the paper.
"Well, you're obviously a girl..."
I hear her chuckle slightly.
"Age?"
"Fifteen,"
"Who's your mortal parent, or the person you lived with before you came here?"
"Olessa Wallace. I guess she would be... fourty-three."
"What does she look like?"
Darren hesitates before pulling out a picture of a beautiful woman with brown hair, dark eyes, and a stern expression. I nod once, and she returns the photograph to her pocket.
"God parent?"
"Cratus."
And, despite her size, I can tell from her arched muscles that she's not lying.
"Do you know where you were born?"
"I... think it was at a church near my old home."
"Which brings us to the next question: where did you used to live?"
"Providence, Rhode Island."
"What's your race and ethnicity?"
"I'm American, and Russian Caucasian."  
"Okay; hair: color and length."
"Well, obviously my hair is brown. It's kind of of average length, as you can tell. It goes down to my mid-back. Oh, and it's thin, so it's kind of easy to get ready in the morning."
she snorts.
"All of the Aphrodite kids are jealous."
I laugh.
"Eye color?"
"A sort of green-hazel color."
"Height and weight?"
"I'm 5'3, and 122 pounds. My doctor back in Rhode Island said that about half of my body weight comes from muscle."
I nod, scribbling all of this information down.
"Body type?"
she looks down at herself.
"I... guess an hour glass shaped figure, if you will. And, of course I'm kind of muscular, being a kid of Cratus and all."
"Skin tone?"
"A light white. I honestly struggle to get a tan."
"Okay, next session: are you popular? Do you consider yourself to have a lot of friends?"
she looks up at me from where her eyes were resting on the thick mahogany desk.
"Well, that depends. Who's going to be reading these questions and answers?"
after a minute of my not responding, she finally huffs and rolls her eyes.
"No, honestly, not really. I mean, I'm friends with my half siblings and some of the Ares cabin, but that's really it."
Although her words sound pitiful, her expression and tone don't. I can't tell if she's hiding it, or honestly doesn't care.
I don't need to ask her how long she's been at camp, because I know it's less than five months. Otherwise, I wouldn't be here.
"What are some things you like, as well as dislike?"
Darren wrinkled her nose, thinking.
"Some things I like? Well... I like to box. I like to skateboard. I like to listen to music - only certain types, though. I like the nighttime, and I like big dogs. Things I dislike - stupid people; bratty people; Aphrodite kids; when I can't be independent; technology; people who can draw really well; cheetah print; too-short skirts; small dogs; cats in general; swords that break easily; marriage; people who think they're better than others -"      
She stopped.
"Sorry,"
"Do you have any powers?"
Darren thought for a minute.
"Well... I can lift more weight than the average girl my age - I've lifted over three hundred pounds - but I've been told that that's an ability."
I nodded, and she perked up.
"There's actually one thing that I can do sometimes, but it drains a lot of my energy. I can add weight to things that people are carrying. Backpacks, plates, candles, armor. For example, a bag that's five pounds. The biggest weight I've ever added is eighty five pounds to an item, so it would be ninety pounds all together. But I can only do it for about four minutes, and only to about one person at a time. The farthest I've ever done it was... I think five feet away. Oh, and I can do it twice a day. And the closest I've ever done it twice together without getting sick was, like, three hours."
She self-consciously scratched her forearm.
"The last time I did it, I passed out for a good three hours. It was... really embarrassing."
"You'll need to exercise it more, than. Well, it's seems there's only a few questions left. Do you have any weapons?"
Darren's eyes light up.
"Well, I have a foot-long celestial bronze parazonium blade with a wooden hilt,"

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"a little quarter-foot celestial bronze push dagger with a rubber grip which is about as complicated as it sounds,"

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(as she says this, she takes out the small blade and rests it on the desk.)

"and a Fairbairn-Skyes fighting knife made with just mortal metal."

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"Where exactly did you get all of those weapons?"
She smirks.
"Not telling."
"Okay, then; armor. What do you use?"
"I use a simple celestial bronze breastplate, a helmet made of the same stuff, and a celestial bronze shield. I'm constantly having to get it fixed, though, so it always looks brand new - except after I just battled or something, of course."

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I nod and scribble the information into my notes.
"Well, it appears you're free,"
I said, nodding to her with a smile, and she slid the dagger back into her pocket.
"Oh - thanks!"
She said, and ran out of the room without further notice.
 


Appearance:

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She has thick eyebrows, a small nose, and slightly visible cheekbones.

Darren has medium length brown hair, which is most of the time pulled back in a ponytail, or just left down. Her usual outfit includes a tight solid colored shirt, black skinny jeans, and a pair of boots. Although, lately, she has been wearing far more 'girly' clothing: dresses, flats, tights.

Skills/Talents: Darren excels at boxing, as she got started with it at age ten. She is fairly well at hiding emotions behind an emotionless face. She also has a talent for doing parkour and playing Rugby football, and has been doing both for a while.

Mental Flaws: Darren has Hubris, or takes great pride in herself or whatever she does. Which causes her to get extremely arrogant. she is also blunt; saying whatever she wishes. she is hot-headed, and has anger issues, and is sarcastic and a smart ass. She also gets extremely paranoid that someone is talking about her, or following/watching her.

Physical Flaws: Her hair is very thin, and although it's easy to style, it's frustrating to not have thick hair and be made fun of. Her forehead is also round, instead of being flat across. Her eyes are a little wide, and far apart.

Strengths: One of Darren's strengths are... as ironic as it is, she is very strong. She is also not one to judge quickly, although on a few rare occasions she has.

Weaknesses: She is over critical of herself, and gets mad for little to no reason at herself. She can't carry a conversation well, either, resulting in many failed friendships.

Fears: Agateophobia - fear of insanity. She doesn't like things that are out of control, and she fears that one day, she will go insane. Paraskavedekatriaphobia - fear of Friday the thirteenth. Although she's not necessarily scared of it, she is paranoid that things go wrong on the thirteenth.  Thanatophobia - fear of death/dying. She's terrified that one day, she and everyone she loves will die. Monophobia - fear of solitude/being left alone. She hates being left alone, and is scared that someday, she will be entirely left alone.  

Personality: Darren's attitude is constantly changing. Depending on the person she is communicating with, she will act different, just as every other person. She is cruel and mean, but only towards people who think better of themselves than her. She is very sarcastic, and it becomes a problem after a while. She's nice people she likes, though, and people who she trusts.
She is often competitive and will usually start fights with people who are better at something than she is. But, despite her unruly behavior, she is loyal and honest.

Life Before CHB:


The watch glared the numbers 12:30, and Olessa Wallace cursed under her breathe. She was going to be late for the third time in a row. She exited her car, and in a blink, she was in a full out sprint, trying to get to the gym on time. It was a private gym, one that you had to pay big bucks for to get into. Briefly, she ran through the glass doors, past the front desk where she quickly flashed the secretary her I.D., and into the locker room. She changed into her usual work out clothes: a tight tank top, yoga pants, and no shoes. She put her hair into a ponytail, and did all of this in less than three minutes.
She made her way into the isolated room full of boxing bags, and wrapped her hands. She then positioned herself in front of one of them, and slowly started to punch it, just warming herself up.
Olessa was a Navy SEAL, and was constantly trying to make herself stronger and stronger. after a while it got the point where she was almost completely emotionless.
Her punches sped up, and pretty soon the bag was steadily swaying back, making Olessa stop and straighten it out once in a while.  
She was too deep in her thoughts thinking about who-knows-what to notice the man who also entered the room. He was wearing a loose fitted tank top and a pair of saggy shorts, and his hands were also wrapped. He started to punch his bag, trying to get Olessa's attention. When he assumed she didn't care (which she didn't) he thought he would have to try harder. So, he hit the bag so hard that it went flying and hit the wall in front of it with a loud bump! sending up a cloud of chalk.
Olessa spun towards him with a look of shock on her face - she wasn't sure what had just happened. All she knew was that a punching bag that weighed over a hundred pounds was just somehow slammed against a wall, and an attractive man was looking at her with a smug expression on his face.
"Did you just...?" Olessa asked with doubt, finding it absurd to think that this guy just punched the bag so hard it slammed against a wall.
"Yep," the man agreed, and held out his hand.
Olessa smiled and shook it.


Nineteen months later, Olessa had a small baby girl. Which disgusted her beyond belief. How dare whatever was above curse her with a girl! All she was ever going to grow up to be was a weakling. She wasn't even upset when the girl's father left.
So, to fix the 'problem', Olessa decided to raise her as a boy.
First: her name. Olessa decided to name her Darren Xavier, and ever since then, she was a 'boy'. Her mom forced her into boy's clothes, clipped her hair like a boy, made her join football and baseball teams. She started to do parkour, and her mom coached her. Not that Darren necessarily minded. She loved the sports, the haircut seemed easier to manage then the girls who went to school's long hair, and she got along with all of her male friends better then she did the girls. Darren's thing to do was to box. She found out that her unbelievable strength came in handy with it, and won almost every match she had.

When Darren was thirteen, and totally content with her life as a 'boy', something happened. Her mom had left town for a few weeks, and she went out with her female friends, where they dressed her up in female clothing.
After that, she started to where female clothing a lot more... until her mother found out.

Many fights happened after that, and Olessa told Darren that she wasn't going to stand with a having a daughter. 

And Darren told her that was too bad. 

Darren no longer enjoyed living with her mother after one of the last fights, and eventually found the solution. At school, a satyr came up to her, telling her about this place called 'Camp Half-Blood'. Darren, desperate to be released from her mother's grasp, although a bit doubtful about this whole 'gods' business, instantly agreed and let the satyr take her to Camp Half-Blood. There she now lives year-round, and visits her mom once every one to two years.

Role-playing Example: Irresolute was the perfect way to describe Darren as she peered into the Ares cabin. she wasn't one to be hesitant, but some of those kids - especially the ones four times her size - made her stop in her tracks.
She was going in because her friend Joe was in there, and he told her to meet him at his cabin during free break.
Well, it was free break, and here she was.
She slowly entered the cabin, surprised that no one stopped her. She made her way over to Joe, who was sitting cross legged on his bunk trying to untie a big knot in his little sister's shoes.
"Hey, you," he said as soon as he saw her, looking up at Darren with a big smile.
"Hi," she said impatiently. The negative energy and anger cascaded onto her, and she knew she had to leave before she did something she would regret.
She was wearing a pair of black skinny jeans, a white top, and her brown hair was up in it's typical pony tail.
"Take it easy, man," Joe said as his nimble fingers finally undid the knot, and he stood up. Joe - like most people - was twice her size, height wise. "Finally," she breathed, and spun around.
Right into a guy that looked like he was about to kill her.
"Hey!" she cried as the big guy swung a fist at her, and expertly, Darren ducked.
Everyone gathered around them, and suddenly, Darren got angry. Before the guy could gain balance again, Darren was punching him in the face and chest, and the guy fell down.
Before he could get up, Darren grasped Joe's hand and ran out the door, stepping on the guy's stomach in the process.
When they were outside, Darren leaned against a tree, closed her eyes and silently counted to ten.
"Dude, that awesome!" Joe cried.
"You got him down before he could say supercalifra-"
"Shut up!" Darren snapped, and Joe straightened up.
"Sorry," he muttered, and started to walk away towards the volleyball court.
"C'mon, girlie!" he yelled, and Darren ran to catch up with him.

Notes:

• Darren, like most demigods, is ADHD and dyslexic. She is also bipolar, which is a small case, but stil severe enough that she has to take medicine everyday for it.
  
• She is heterosexual.
  

At most, how much weight can she add to objects? How many times a day can she do this, and how far could she be at most from the person and the intended object to use the power on them? Also, how much more could she lift than what the "average girl" can?

Add a bit more to the personality.

I fixed the form.

How long must she wait in between uses of this power? What's the largest object she can add weight to? I'm not getting what you mean when she says 'I can do it for 4 minutes', but that's probably because I'm dumb.

Oh, that's just how long she can do it at a time.

(And I put three hours apart.)

So, the most weight she can add to anything would be 85 pounds? Also, I think Cjris wanted some actual measurements for the largest item she can use her power on. Does the object gradually get lighter, or does it suddenly go back to the former weight after four minutes?

Yes, the most weight she can add is 85 pounds.
Oh, I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention to that. The largest item she can use her power on is anything 50 pounds.
It goes back to the original weight to the person who was carrying it.
(It's really just a trick in a way; since she can only use it on a single person at a time, only that person can feel the immense weight until it had reached the limit and - to that one person - the item goes back. So, another person can come over and take the item from the original person who was holding it, and they wouldn't feel anything, and after the item was removed, neither would the original.)

Just to clarify, what do you mean by "How much wight I add depends on the weight of the item - for example, a bag that's five pounds"?

I apologize; I forgot to edit that part out.

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