Name: Abigail Hermoine Morgan
Heritage: Daughter of Hecate
Affiliation: Citizen of New Rome.
 Because Abigailâs magic is mostly touch and intuition based, she often gets an overwhelming amount of information from whatever she touches. For this reason, sheâs always wearing gloves.
Her name, Abigail, was given to her by the orphanage, originally paired with the last name Smith. However, once she found out about her godly heritage, she decided to choose her own name: Abigail remained, but sheâd recently gotten really into Harry Potter and chose Hermione as her middle name, and Morgan as her surname after Morgan Le Fay.
Independent, Nerd Extraordinaire, Skeptic, Dedicated, Generous, Resourceful.
Abigail was found on the steps of an orphanage as a newborn baby, frozen halfway to death. There was nothing with her except a key necklace and the filthy blanket sheâd been wrapped up in.
Her childhood was mostly a cycle of the orphanage and foster homes. The latter were, overall, one disappointment after another. Her ADHD made her âa problem childâ, how tiny she was made her an easy target (the runt of the litter, so to speak), and her magic, something which no one was aware of at the time, seemed to always get into trouble: windows exploding when she was angry, previously locked doors unlocking for her, âguessesâ about peopleâs pasts that were disturbingly accurate. The fact she was a natural troublemaker didnât help, either.
Her last foster parents were a seemingly nice couple, Mr and Mrs Jones. Abby stayed with them from ages 9 to 11, and, during that period, while she wasnât outright mistreated, she wasnât gifted a whole lot of love and attention. It all stopped when Hecate appeared before 11-year-old Abigail, and gave her two gifts: two double-bladed karambits, made of Stygian iron. Abigail was told about a place for people like her, but, as the goddess of crossroads, she didnât force Abigailâs hand: she could run to the safe haven with the karambits, or she could keep trying in the system. A week later, Abby packed her things and left in the dead of night.
For the next year, Abigail lived on the streets. She only survived through extensive usage of her magical, the weird liking dogs seemed to take to her, and lock-picking skills, something which came naturally easily to her. One night, she had a dream about Camp Half-Blood, and made it there practically on her own.
Upon arrival, she was very closed off, but she got accustomed to camp life very quickly. Simply put, Abigail flourished. The double karambits are her signature weapons, but she makes heavy use of magic mid-combat.
In the Second Titan War, Abigail not only lost so many of her siblings, but also ended up pinned underneath a pillar. Amidst all the blood, chaos and burning rubble, it took too long to realize she wasnât another corpse. By the time she was recovered, one of her legs had begun to rot. It ended up being amputated below the knee, and the other, while it did make a full recovery, still aggravates her with chronic pain. She wears a prosthetic specifically for fighting most of the time, but she also has a pair of crutches she mostly uses for quick errands, and a wheelchair for days when both her stump and her remaining leg ache too badly. While the loss of her limb, at first, made her feel like her life was over (how am I supposed to fight? had been her main concern) and embarrassed her, by now, she has adjusted to it. Every now and then, Abby will once again become enraged, run a thousand what-ifs in her mind, but sheâs accepted that her life doesnât have to follow a different path just because she needs some extra help from technology every now and then. She doesnât hide the prosthetic anymore, either, and itâs great for stepping on peopleâs toes.
After the discovery of Camp Jupiter, Abigail moved to New Rome. She attends college there, and is majoring in Robotic Engineering with a minor in Literature. Her main goal is to make improved prosthetics and other accessibility-related tech, especially to demigods.
