Name: Maxine 'Max' Grace
Age: 12
God/ess Parent: Apollo
Appearance: Max is barely over five foot in height, with a slender athletic build that can almost be mistaken for scrawny. Her face is delicate with high cheekbones with a rosy pink glow and large icy blue eyes atop them. Her chocolate brown hair is extremely long and slightly wavy in texture, usually pulled up into two high pigtails on either side of her head and a roughly cut fringe sits on her forehead, better framing her face. Her skin is pale with no real noticeable blemishes until you get up close when you may spot the odd scar. Her attire usually consists of a combination of roughly cut mid thigh shorts, t-shirt/vest and a zip-up hoodie, though she is never without her knee high black leather combat boots. The only piercing she has is in the top of her right earlobe, where a single loop of silver metal glistens.
Personality: Max can be perceived as quiet or shy, but she would say she was just observing her surroundings. She is a careful girl, often watching a situation unfold in front of her before making any input herself. It is not exactly hard to befriend her, she is generally open to most that speak to her first. She does not like talking about herself, neither about her talents nor her flaws though makes no reaction when they are pointed out to her. Max resents her father, blaming him for her mothers death, though this is another topic that she does not speak with anybody about. She would much rather hear about somebody else's life than speak of her own. Luckily for her, everybody so far has understood that without needing to be told.
Magical weapon(s): The only heirloom from her father, a lightweight silver bow that seems to grow as she does, always proportional to her size. A quiver of arrows match the finely decorated bow, and Max has found no matter how many arrows she uses, the quiver doesn't seem to run out.
History: Maxine spent most of her younger years in England, in a quaint little village amongst the green fields of the countryside. It was quiet in her village, with only a few other children there it was the perfect place to keep out of harms way - or so Max's mother thought. When Max was nine years old, a small mob of monsters struck the tiny village after hearing a demi-god lived there. Most of her friends survived the night, though it was decided that for their safety Max and her mother would move to America, hoping to loose track of whatever had tried to find them. On the journey, Max's mother had explained who her father was and why she had never met him. It was all a game at first to her, and Max didn't believe a word of it. The pair seemed to have flown right in to more trouble as they landed in America, with more attacks and accidents happening more regularly than when they were in England. Only when the last attacker killed her mother, then did she believe. Fortunately, an American friend of the family saved Max's life that night and took her to the safety of Camp Half-Blood. That was two years ago now.