My character

Name: Shantel Annabelle Martinez
Age: 13
Birth-date: 02/01/99
Gender: Female
Eyes: Hazel brown
Hair: Long, straight and black
Skin Tone: Darkish skin tone (Indian)
Body Type: Thin
God|Titan|Primordial Parent: Erebus-Titan of the mists of darkness
Mortal Parent: William Martinez
Siblings: None... that she knows of
Talents: Great artist, can play piano
Flaws: Naive, stubborn and over-reacts
Powers: She can control the dark mists, by doing this she covers a area with dark mist changing that area to look like night time. She keep the mist around that area for 45 minutes at maximum. Also she feels stronger at night time.
Weapon: A Stygian iron dagger
Clothing: Ripped jeans, any t-shirt, knee-high boots, black coat (if cold), drop earrings and a silver locket necklace.
History: Shantel was brought up in a small town in South Africa, though she was Indian. She knew she had some sort of dark powers, because she could just feel it inside of her. Shantel grew up with only her father to take care of her though she barely ever saw him. He was always working late and he almost never had time for her. She grew up by herself with no one to look out for her. One day Shantel yelled at her father for abandoning her, he told her he would make it up to her. A few days later her dad surprised her with a trip to America. They left a few days later, Shantel finally got to see her favorite country. Her dad promised her he would take her there every year because he had always been a jerk towards her. While Shantel was at an exhibition in America she met a guy and they soon fell in love. When Shantel turned 13 all dark powers were released from within her, it confirmed to her that she was not normal. Her dad told her about her mom and she soon figured out how to control her powers.
RP Example: I walked through the streets, mumbling to myself. I suddenly hear a noise behind me, I quickly turned around with one swift movement. I scan the area for the source of the noise, "Hello?" I call out. I heard no reply, Was it my imagination? Was I finally losing it? I thought to myself as I turned around again. I carry on walking for a few more feet, I see a tin can in front of me and start kicking. Why am I so different? I hear things that aren't even there. What's wrong with me? I thought bitterly.
Notes: Loves anything sweet, loves music, loves animals and loves to mess with people.
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