Name: Kat smith
Age: 15
Gender: girl
Eyes: hazel green
Hair: black brown
Height: 5'6
Body Type: thin and willowly
Skin Color: honey olive
God Parent: Persephone
Mortal Parent: unknown
Country of Origin: CAnada
Pets: silver American tabby
Talents: running, lying, causing trouble, poisoning and making poisons, playing violin, drawing, painting, and has a way with animals, reading, writing, singing
Weapon**: poison blowdarts and the pipe thingy that it blow out throw and a dagger
Flaws: clumsy at the worst moments, bad lcuk, and terrible at things that have to do with arts and crafts and glue, amazing at getting herself in trouble and dosen't really like anything that her mother Persephone stands for, ie: likes winter better than spring, thinks flowers are broing, and uh if you tell her to take care of a plant for a while, if she dosen't use her powers, it'll just die in a day.
Powers(must relate to god parent; optional): can manipulate flowers, grass, and anything to do with spring to a certain degree.
Life Before CHB*: KAt never knew who her mom and da was. So for the 15 years she was alive, she was shuttled around by social services. Sadly, I've already mentioned she was a trouble maker and she often ( which is very often) got herself in troulbe. She also got bullied. So after several different families in a year, and going to new schools to get bullied, life wasn't very fair. But then it got unfairer, since MRs Morgans came to school.MRs Morgans made life even worse, by remarking that her handwriting is "too messy to read" and making the other kids bully her. Then she killed MRs. Morgans. And ran away , escaping Social Services, bullies, and evil MRs.Morgans forever.
rp: I raced through the woods, running away from it. Climbing up a tree, I saw it, coming faster towards my way. Reaching into my bag for my lighter and getting my dagger out, I waited in anticipation for what was going to happen. LAter: I dipped my darts in its blood, since it was told it was poisonoues. Quickly looking around, I walked away. Hoiping not to get any odd looks. Afterall, who knew what someone would do? Somehow if I could get to the place that the camp was, faster, I would have a better chance of surviving. That was for sure. I remembered the dying puddle of blood that the satyr was coated in , while telling me the location. I groaned , feeling nauseated by that memory.

How bad is her poison?

uh, hmmm, hydra blood bad.

I think that's too bad.... Maybe something less powerful.