Elena Castro

**Elena Castro**

History

Victor Castro was a Peruvian mortal painter living in Oregon who attracted not just one deity, but two. His first interaction with a goddess was Asteria, it ended as anyone could expect. A one night stand resulting in a baby bundle being dumped on his doorstep nine months later along with a letter telling him all about the greek gods. Now for most it would have been enough to shake him up and make him settle down and look for a wife to start a family. But not Victor.
He took care of his son Alec, he was his pride and joy. He never once hid the greek gods from him and when it came time for him to attend camp at age fourteen (After an attack from a fire breathing horse which nearly burnt the house down and was only prevented with the help of a satyr) he let him go without much protest so long as he came home to visit. Victor found himself once again alone in a house that was much too big for himself but he wouldn’t give it up because it was his sons home, he’d never take that away from him.
Victor met Nyx in the Owyhee Canyonlands where he’d been painting the night sky. It wasn’t some of his best work but Nyx was so amazed by the way he captured it she stopped to chat. A friendly chat turned to tea, and then dinner and before either really knew what had happened they’d retired to Victor’s tent for the night. When he awoke to an empty tent the thought never even crossed his mind that he’d been visited by another deity. After all, what was the chances two deities would take an interest in the same man?
Nine months later he opened the door to a similar picture that had occurred nearly fifteen years before. He read the note left with the baby only enough to find out what the deities name had been before he took the bundle inside. Elena had a happy, carefree childhood filled with wonder and imagination. She grew up hearing stories about camp from her older brother on his brief visits and stories of her mother from her father. She was sworn to secrecy by both but she knew even if she had wanted to tell anyone they’d have thought she was lying.
Elana was lucky in the sense that her first monster attack didn’t occur until she was ten, it came in the form of a giant scorpion that Alec took care of before it could come within a few feet of her. They all knew it was coming to the time when she’d need to leave for camp but both Alec and Victor agreed that they should hold off just a couple more years until she was old enough to fully understand what it meant. So Alec moved back to the family home to ensure that she was protected at all times this included a very limited weapons training.
When the monster attacks began to mount up when Elana was thirteen it was agreed that it would be for the best if she went to camp for training. She went to bed the night before she was meant to leave feeling slightly nervous of what was to come. She woke to screams of pain from outside her door. Whilst they’d slept hellhounds had made their way into the house. Her father had discovered them and had been killed instantly, Alec had been taken off guard. He’d grabbed his sword and went after the hellhounds but he was only one demigod against multiple hellhounds. Elana had hid in her bed watching as the hellhound stalked into her room through the darkness. Alec had screamed for her to tell them to back off as would be a part of her Nyx heritage but she’d never had any training and she froze unable to form the words.
Alec had barely managed to stab the hellhound before it got to her. It exploded into dust and Alec collapsed onto the floor mortally injured from the fight. She’d raced to his side trying desperately to save him but he was long past saving. She stayed with him until the sun began to rise and only then did she make herself leave the house taking only the stuff she’d packed the night before and her brothers sword.
Elana made her way across the country alone to camp half blood. The trip took a matter of a week. She used the flights that were already booked to get her to new York but once there she had no means of getting to camp other than walking. The first three days were uneventful, the fourth saw an attack by a rogue harpy. The fifth saw an attack by a Myrmeke that she only managed to defeat with the help of a satyr who’d been sent to find her when she hadn’t turned up on the intended day.It was only with his help that she finally made it to camp, cold, tired, hungry and grieving.

Personality

Elana has a fear of the dark. Less a fear and more a phobia, she cannot stand it. Not since watching the hellhounds kill her family. Not since she knew she should have been able to stop it. But she doesn’t let on to people about it, she’s a smiley happy thirteen year old otherwise the most unlikely nyx kid possible. She’s struggling with the death of her family but she hasn’t quite let herself accept they’re gone. It’s going to be a long time before she let’s herself process it.

Relationship
* Family
* Friends
* Enemies

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