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facts about annabeth
Sep. 13th, 2014 01:33 pm"Always, always have a plan."
Hair: Canonically, she's a curly-haired blonde (with a streak of grey as of The Titan's Curse) even if the movie!verse depicts her as a brunette (Percy describes her as a 'princess' with 'blonde curls')
Eye: Stormy grey (shared trait amongst the children of Athena)
Age: Fifteen (as of The Battle of the Labyrinth)
(Fanon) Birthday: October 19, 1993
Parents: the goddess Athena, Frederick Chase
Siblings: About a dozen half brothers and sisters; step-siblings (Bobby and Matthew)
Best friends: Percy Jackson, Thalia Grace, (formerly) Luke Castellan, Grover Underwood, Tyson
Appearance: pretty much always wearing blue jeans, bright orange t-shirt with 'Camp Half-Blood' written across her chest; often holding a Yankees cap, and is in possession of a celestial bronze knife.
Ανναμπεθ Τσέις
Facts!
* originally from San Francisco, California
* like other half-bloods, Annabeth has ADHD which is supposed to make half-bloods more aware in battles
* also has dyslexia, due to the fact that she is 'hard-wired' from birth to read Ancient Greek
* is very knowledgeable in architecture, history and Greek myths, which is very useful in her journey and battles.
* is also a master strategist.
* is trained in hand to hand combat during her stays at Camp Half-Blood.
* can read ancient Greek.
* is very skilled at using her (celestial bronze) knife (a gift from Luke).
* owns a Yankees baseball cap that can turn her invisible.
* is literally a brainchild.
* deadly pride (hubris) is her fatal flaw.
Hair: Canonically, she's a curly-haired blonde (with a streak of grey as of The Titan's Curse) even if the movie!verse depicts her as a brunette (Percy describes her as a 'princess' with 'blonde curls')
Eye: Stormy grey (shared trait amongst the children of Athena)
Age: Fifteen (as of The Battle of the Labyrinth)
(Fanon) Birthday: October 19, 1993
Parents: the goddess Athena, Frederick Chase
Siblings: About a dozen half brothers and sisters; step-siblings (Bobby and Matthew)
Best friends: Percy Jackson, Thalia Grace, (formerly) Luke Castellan, Grover Underwood, Tyson
Appearance: pretty much always wearing blue jeans, bright orange t-shirt with 'Camp Half-Blood' written across her chest; often holding a Yankees cap, and is in possession of a celestial bronze knife.
Ανναμπεθ Τσέις
Facts!
* originally from San Francisco, California
* like other half-bloods, Annabeth has ADHD which is supposed to make half-bloods more aware in battles
* also has dyslexia, due to the fact that she is 'hard-wired' from birth to read Ancient Greek
* is very knowledgeable in architecture, history and Greek myths, which is very useful in her journey and battles.
* is also a master strategist.
* is trained in hand to hand combat during her stays at Camp Half-Blood.
* can read ancient Greek.
* is very skilled at using her (celestial bronze) knife (a gift from Luke).
* owns a Yankees baseball cap that can turn her invisible.
* is literally a brainchild.
* deadly pride (hubris) is her fatal flaw.
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Jul. 6th, 2011 06:54 pmKeeping Scorpius a secret from everyone back home has been difficult.
He's awesome, and really, really cute; and Annabeth is glad (and a little relieved) to have someone else to talk to about the Titan War who doesn't get it the way she does. He can hear her out without being a part of it. She can detach herself from everything happening around her like it's just a story to tell when she's around him. And sometimes (well, most times, now) she doesn't even have to talk about it at all.
When she gets to go back to his world, to Hogwarts, it's a blessed escape. She thanks the gods she ever bumped into Scorpius Malfoy at the Milliways prom.
But lately, it hasn't felt right.
(It hasn't gone according to any sort of plan.)
She doesn't want to constantly be in danger while she is in a relationship with anyone else; she's always going to be part of the frontlines and there's a pretty huge chance that she might never come back.
She feels stupid when she thinks about how important it is that everyone stay focused; because here she is, escaping to Milliways every chance she gets so she can stop thinking about the gods and the Titans and the fate of Camp, her family, her friends, and the world. She's sort of gotten a little addicted to the ability to escape.
(It's not like her.)
She doesn't want to have to keep her relationship a secret - that yes, she is dating someone, and he's great, a wizard from another world completely, and so sweet to her. (And no one's ever been sweet to her before.)
And, finally, she can't keep dating Scorpius and still hope in her heart, like a foolish daughter of Aphrodite, that maybe, maybe whatever Percy and Rachel have isn't real, or it isn't going to last, and that he might actually realize she's right there, if he'd only use that seaweed brain of his and see.
(Of course, Aphrodite does like to torture teenagers most of all, doesn't she, and Annabeth is obviously no exception.)
Every time she looks at Scorpius, she thinks of Percy. And every time she looks at Percy, she thinks of Scorpius.
It's not fair to either of them.
And it's so not fair that she should be feeling like this at all.
She's fifteen.
(But she's stubborn, and loyal, and when she has her heart on something, it's practically impossible to change her mind.)
This is the worst time to think about boys. She's in a war. Every day is kind of a threat.
So, here they are.
He's awesome, and really, really cute; and Annabeth is glad (and a little relieved) to have someone else to talk to about the Titan War who doesn't get it the way she does. He can hear her out without being a part of it. She can detach herself from everything happening around her like it's just a story to tell when she's around him. And sometimes (well, most times, now) she doesn't even have to talk about it at all.
When she gets to go back to his world, to Hogwarts, it's a blessed escape. She thanks the gods she ever bumped into Scorpius Malfoy at the Milliways prom.
But lately, it hasn't felt right.
(It hasn't gone according to any sort of plan.)
She doesn't want to constantly be in danger while she is in a relationship with anyone else; she's always going to be part of the frontlines and there's a pretty huge chance that she might never come back.
She feels stupid when she thinks about how important it is that everyone stay focused; because here she is, escaping to Milliways every chance she gets so she can stop thinking about the gods and the Titans and the fate of Camp, her family, her friends, and the world. She's sort of gotten a little addicted to the ability to escape.
(It's not like her.)
She doesn't want to have to keep her relationship a secret - that yes, she is dating someone, and he's great, a wizard from another world completely, and so sweet to her. (And no one's ever been sweet to her before.)
And, finally, she can't keep dating Scorpius and still hope in her heart, like a foolish daughter of Aphrodite, that maybe, maybe whatever Percy and Rachel have isn't real, or it isn't going to last, and that he might actually realize she's right there, if he'd only use that seaweed brain of his and see.
(Of course, Aphrodite does like to torture teenagers most of all, doesn't she, and Annabeth is obviously no exception.)
Every time she looks at Scorpius, she thinks of Percy. And every time she looks at Percy, she thinks of Scorpius.
It's not fair to either of them.
And it's so not fair that she should be feeling like this at all.
She's fifteen.
(But she's stubborn, and loyal, and when she has her heart on something, it's practically impossible to change her mind.)
This is the worst time to think about boys. She's in a war. Every day is kind of a threat.
So, here they are.
post-Mount St. Helens; Ogygia
Oct. 27th, 2010 07:26 pm[Taken from Chapter 13, Battle of the Labyrinth.]
There was a shroud laid out for him in the amphitheatre.
A long green silk burial cloth, embroidered with a trident - it was all she could do not to tear up and bawl out her eyes again.
(It'd be ridiculous, and Annabeth was anything but ridiculous.)
(Or at least ... that was what she'd have everyone believe.)
He was gone.
He was really gone.
She wouldn't deny that she'd been crying; her eyes were red and puffy, and there were bunches of tissues stuffed into every one of her pockets.
'He was probably the bravest friend I've ever had,' she starts. 'He ...'
And when she glances up, there in the distance -
'He's right there!' she blurts out before she can properly think this through. (She could be seeing things. It could be a trick. Her imagination.)
*
'WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?'
She gives him the fiercest hug she can manage, never wanting to let the stupid Seaweed Brain go, because she'd been worried sick over his disappearance, the guilt, her missing him - it was all eating her alive -
'I - we thought you were dead, Seaweed Brain!'
'I'm sorry,' he says. 'I got lost.'
'LOST?' She doesn't mean to sound as hysterical as she does, but it's all she can do not to punch Percy in the arm right then and there. Lost. As if. 'Two weeks, Percy? Where in the world -'
It's Chiron who interrupts ('Annabeth. Perhaps we should discuss this somewhere more private, shall we?'), reminding them of where they are, what's going on and who (read: everyone at camp) is watching them right now.
Annabeth feels her face heat, but she will not back down. Not without some explanations.
There was a shroud laid out for him in the amphitheatre.
A long green silk burial cloth, embroidered with a trident - it was all she could do not to tear up and bawl out her eyes again.
(It'd be ridiculous, and Annabeth was anything but ridiculous.)
(Or at least ... that was what she'd have everyone believe.)
He was gone.
He was really gone.
She wouldn't deny that she'd been crying; her eyes were red and puffy, and there were bunches of tissues stuffed into every one of her pockets.
'He was probably the bravest friend I've ever had,' she starts. 'He ...'
And when she glances up, there in the distance -
'He's right there!' she blurts out before she can properly think this through. (She could be seeing things. It could be a trick. Her imagination.)
*
'WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?'
She gives him the fiercest hug she can manage, never wanting to let the stupid Seaweed Brain go, because she'd been worried sick over his disappearance, the guilt, her missing him - it was all eating her alive -
'I - we thought you were dead, Seaweed Brain!'
'I'm sorry,' he says. 'I got lost.'
'LOST?' She doesn't mean to sound as hysterical as she does, but it's all she can do not to punch Percy in the arm right then and there. Lost. As if. 'Two weeks, Percy? Where in the world -'
It's Chiron who interrupts ('Annabeth. Perhaps we should discuss this somewhere more private, shall we?'), reminding them of where they are, what's going on and who (read: everyone at camp) is watching them right now.
Annabeth feels her face heat, but she will not back down. Not without some explanations.
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Feb. 3rd, 2010 03:55 pmShe'd been elsewhere, Yankees cap on her head, sneaking around the fringe of Hephaestus' forge, hoping to get a good look at what they were up against.
It was difficult, even being invisible.
She spots Percy ahead of her, running towards a platform by the lava lake and takes his yell of her name as her cue.
"Annabeth!"
It isn't long before she's caught up to him, her hand clamped around his mouth, leading him towards the big bronze cauldron while he struggles. He's a lot stronger than she remembers.
"Shh!" she hisses. "You want to get us killed?"
She takes her Yankees cap off, reappearing once more. She frowns at him.
"Percy, what's your problem?"
It was difficult, even being invisible.
She spots Percy ahead of her, running towards a platform by the lava lake and takes his yell of her name as her cue.
"Annabeth!"
It isn't long before she's caught up to him, her hand clamped around his mouth, leading him towards the big bronze cauldron while he struggles. He's a lot stronger than she remembers.
"Shh!" she hisses. "You want to get us killed?"
She takes her Yankees cap off, reappearing once more. She frowns at him.
"Percy, what's your problem?"
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Feb. 3rd, 2010 03:48 pmEverything is going wrong.
Nothing is going according to whatever plan she thinks she has.
She's following the spider, never forgetting how much she's grossed out by them, but in her mind, there's the niggling notion that this is bad. All of this shouldn't be happening.
It's her fault; she wanted another person on her team for the quest, and you never mess with the prophecies of the Oracle.
The tunnels are hot, the stone walls nearly glowing. Her hair is in the way, and her skin is slick with sweat. But none of that is important.
They have to find the forge of Hephaestus. They have to complete this part of the deal if they want to find Daedalus and get him to help them. It's simple logic, really. It's logic she understands, even if she doesn't understand why things had to go so wrong in the meantime.
Nothing is going according to whatever plan she thinks she has.
She's following the spider, never forgetting how much she's grossed out by them, but in her mind, there's the niggling notion that this is bad. All of this shouldn't be happening.
It's her fault; she wanted another person on her team for the quest, and you never mess with the prophecies of the Oracle.
The tunnels are hot, the stone walls nearly glowing. Her hair is in the way, and her skin is slick with sweat. But none of that is important.
They have to find the forge of Hephaestus. They have to complete this part of the deal if they want to find Daedalus and get him to help them. It's simple logic, really. It's logic she understands, even if she doesn't understand why things had to go so wrong in the meantime.
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Feb. 1st, 2010 11:40 pm"Worst test ever."
It's almost (but not quite) difficult for Annabeth to keep going and not turn back to face the Sphinx again, tell her that her test is stupid, and show her how to correct it.
Because that? Was totally not the type of riddling she thought she was going to be solving.
But Percy's shout - "Annabeth!" - brings her back to the important task at hand, and soon they're racing down the length of a dubious tunnel.
Tyson hears the soft, rhythmic metallic ping! of Hephaestus' spider, and after an unnecessarily long roundabout, they find the spider by a large hatch-door, one that resembles the circular entrance of an old-fashioned submarine, complete with a row of metal rivets lining the circumference.
In the centre, a brass plaque with the Greek Eta is inscribed in the middle.
They've made it.
It's almost (but not quite) difficult for Annabeth to keep going and not turn back to face the Sphinx again, tell her that her test is stupid, and show her how to correct it.
Because that? Was totally not the type of riddling she thought she was going to be solving.
But Percy's shout - "Annabeth!" - brings her back to the important task at hand, and soon they're racing down the length of a dubious tunnel.
Tyson hears the soft, rhythmic metallic ping! of Hephaestus' spider, and after an unnecessarily long roundabout, they find the spider by a large hatch-door, one that resembles the circular entrance of an old-fashioned submarine, complete with a row of metal rivets lining the circumference.
In the centre, a brass plaque with the Greek Eta is inscribed in the middle.
They've made it.
