Although Sloane and Sylas are twins, they couldn’t more different in many ways. Sloane is the quieter of the two. She’s the type that would rather observe instead of taking place in most activities. An observer of the world, she is not the type to speak unless there is a reason to. Pointless conversation about how someone is doing, what their day was like or the weather are insignificant and waste her time. Every word she speaks is for a purpose, even if that purpose is to get someone to leave her alone. Some mistake her small stature and quietness as a sign of naivety, meekness or weakness, but anyone who believes that of her is strongly mistaken. But that is also how Sloane would prefer it. Being over looked, ignored and underestimated makes you that much more powerful. Nothing is more intimidating player laying all their cards on the table, showing their bluff knowing full well you didn’t stand a chance.

Stronger than she looks, Sloane is not someone to be messed with. Although it takes a lot more than the average degrading word to ruffle her feathers, once going past the point of no return, people tend to regret ever messing with her. Her strength goes beyond that in her abilities, and is by no means relevant to her powers, but her spirit. No matter how hard anyone tries, they cannot break her spirit, her fight or her sense of self. She has a confidence and air about her that portrays her in a much more intimidating light. Part of this strength comes from deeper inside where she is in a constant battle to hold tight to who she really is, while outward portraying the image her mother wishes. But even as a daughter of chaos, her strength power almost oozes from her pours like an aura around her.

Unlike her brother, Sloane finds no pleasure or reason in telling anything but the truth. No matter how painful, raw or hard to swallow it is. People quickly learn around her not to ask question that they don’t want the honest answer to. If they want someone to fluff their ego or say they were right when they were wrong, then Sloane is not the person they want to go to. This also does not mean she says ever vile truth that crosses her mind. On the contrary, she keeps most of it to herself unless she feels the need for it be vocalized… Or, she is asked. Some would see this as bitchiness, to an extent it’s her way of not bulking herself down with juggling lies or putting on false pretenses. But the main reason is to keep people at bay.

What no one really knows about Sloane as that deep inside her, she is fighting a constant battle. A battle between who she is the woman her mother is molding her into. Be it out of fear or respect, Sloane appeases her mother allowing her outward self to be deceptive and cunning. But unlike her mother and brother, she doesn’t particularly want to watch the world burn and everyone’s lives spiral into havoc. It is of her own opinion that most humans cause their own chaos. But because of this conflicted nature of hers, Sloane constantly holds up this façade, for herself, her mother and everyone else. Most believe this is her true self. No one has tried to see what’s beneath the harsh exterior… or no one cares.

What kind of man attracts a Goddess of discord and strife? The kind of man that festers like vines on the world, slowly letting his tendrils spread their way through the world around him. Everyone sees the beauty, the potential, blind… Until they are covered. Too deep to get out, stuck in their choices. That was Vladislav Astor. He grew up in a household of wealth, potential and promise. The world was his oyster and he knew it.

It wasn’t long into his adult life before he turned his attention towards the world of politics. What better way for the scum of the earth to rise to the top and even get support. Once at the top, he’d have so much power that he’d be untouchable. And it didn’t take him long get to a strong foot hold in the Russian government. He worked in the shadow of the great ruler before him, a powerful conservative who fought for people but with his own hidden agenda of communism and power.

As Vladislav grew more predominant in the Russian government, he caught the attention of a particular Goddess. As it’s usually said, everything else is history. It was safe to say that Vladislave was not ready when told Eris was pregnant with not only one… But two children. After all, what better chaos would there be than bringing children into the world for a man who wanted nothing to do with a family or kids.

To say Vladislav was a horrible father is putting it lightly. Sloane could count the times on one hand that she actually had a meal with her father. They were more for his political gain than anything else. He’d take them to press conferences, play the part of loving father over his children that tragically lost their mother. But absent in their home life… Or at least for Sloane.

”There’s no place in politics for a girl.” That’s what she was taught. Vladislav took Sylas everywhere with him, teaching him the in’s and out’s from a very young age. And when their father was tired of hearing Sloane beg to come too… He reached out to Eris. Sylas was to be the heir to the dynasty Vladislav was fighting so hard to create, while Sloane would be shipped off to her mother to become Eris’ own prodigy.

For years, Sloane was her mother’s shadow. Eris was never one for having demigod children… Or children at all for that matter. But the prospect of having a mini version of herself to cause havoc where ever she wasn’t, was enticing to her. So, she trained Sloane long and hard, helping her perfect all of the abilities she was gifted with. But even with her mother there was no love there. It was the relationship of a master and an apprentice, not of mother and daughter.

By the time Sloane was a young adult, her mother said she had learned all that she could be taught. A master of chaos manipulation and all that entails, Eris was ready to unleash her daughter on the world and feed from the strife she’d cause. It was at that time that Sloane’s parents decided to send Sylas and Sloane to Camp Athens. To the media it was for their own safety because the life of a political leader is never safe. But the twins both new it was to get them out of their parents’ hair.

For the first times in Sloane’s life she’s been left to be her own person alongside her brother, who was raised to be everything she isn’t. As if their family life wasn’t difficult enough already, they have to hurdle the battle that is their own relationship, and their interactions with those around them. And for Sloane that means truly learning how be part of society, which is something she’s had little to no exposure with. So, while most of the campers are excited at the idea of the camp… Sloane feels like a fish out of water, waiting for the last shoe to drop.