Ember Jones, Daughter of Hephaestus.

Full name:
Houri Ember Jones (she goes by her middle name only.)
Any nicknames?:
Em, 'mber [only her late mom]
Gender:
Female
Age:
16
Years at Camp: 2

God and mortal parent:
Hephaestus, Nadia Jones [deceased]
Date of birth:
1st October
Place of birth:
Thousand Oaks, California

Appearance:
Tan skin, prominent long nose.
Eye color:
Orangish-gold, sort of tawny. Eyes have long lashes and are beautifully wide.
Hair(color, length, style, etc.):
Black ringlets down to her shoulders.
Height: 5, 8"
Body type(tall, skinny, fat, etc.):
Tall, slender, slightly curvy.
Distinct markings(freckles? Scars? Birthmarks? Etc.):
A couple burn scars, the most prominent on her forearm, about the size of two AAA batteries laid end to end. Kinda gruesome to look at, but it's healed a long time ago.
Personality(Are they angry, nice, friendly, unique, violent?):
Nice, friendly, but gets easily suspicious at first. Amiable enough when you get to know her.
Style:
Torn up dark jeans [not artfully torn, but torn from work with tools], scuffed leather boots, CHB t-shirt or any other normal tee, and a brown jacket when it gets cold.

Powers**:
Just the usual blacksmith ability of Hephaestus kids.
Fatal Flaw*:
Grudges
Flaws*:
A horrible swimmer, and has two left feet when it comes to dancing.

Weapon(s):
Celestial bronze dagger, named Ekdiki̱tí̱s [means the Avenger]
Pets:
None
Talents/Skills:
Playing the guitar, sings fairly well, likes fidgeting with things, not a bad sprinter.
RP Example*:
I walked to the crest of Half-Blood Hill.
Gently, I stroked the bark of Thalia's Tree. Picking up a couple of firm
twigs and pine needles from the ground, I quickly fiddled with it,
trying to blink back tears. Sooner than I expected, I helicopter,
complete with propeller, whirred to laugh. Mom used to say that my
fingers moved faster if my emotions were running high. I think she meant
if I was happy. But now that she was gone, I could never tell her that
it was true for all my emotions. I cupped my hands and blew on the
helicopter. It flew away, and somewhere deep inside me I knew I was
letting all the sorrow I felt fly away with it.
Biography*:
Her mother worked at a gas station, filling up air in tires. She hated the job, often fiddling around with the spare parts in the shed to make cars and other things, sometimes working for ages and then ending up with a gun, scarily. Once, she inhaled some third-degree petrol and ended up with lung cancer. Ember quit school to help her
mother. They were rich enough to afford a hospital bunk, but not with
Ember's school fees. So she stopped going to school, and sold everything
in the house that was worth anything, in order to get money for
hospital admission, medicine, and doctor's consultation. Nothing worked.
After her mom's death, she was found by a
satyr, who helped her to CHB.

Other Notes:
None.