avalon’s smile remained, always happy to learn more about her friends – well, she hoped mavis would consider avalon a friend – particularly when those friends were typically more reserved. “my mom used to make lemonade with rosemary in the summertime,” she offered in return with a nod, glad that there was a common thread there, no matter how small. “do you ever make rosemary bread anymore?” she asked. “i think it sounds pretty good, so if you ever find yourself with some to spare, or the sudden urge to bake, let me know. i’m not a great baker, but i am enthusiastic and love myself some carbs, and i think that that kind of makes up for it, y’know?”
❪ 🌿 ❫ the idea of lemonade infused with rosemary brings a small smile to mavis's lips , though fleeting . the daughter of apollo sitting across from her is always chipper —- at least in mavis's experience . normally , she would find it draining . but perhaps it was the familial connection between avalon's father and the goddess that mavis had pledged her life to that make her all the more tolerable. ❛ what about this —- ❜ she starts , surging forward with her suggestion before she can rein in her own excitement , sneaking up out of the depths of her usual monotonous , measured persona . ❛ you take the oath , and i'll make you all the rosemary bread you want . ❜ mavis sighs lightly , the punchline delivered , a smile still stamped onto her face .
“mavis!” though the approach of the huntress had startled her into halting her doodling and quiet singing of like real people do, avalon was clearly happy to see mavis. the hunters of artemis were always welcome company to avalon, but mavis was among her favorites … not that she’d ever pick favorites among demigods and campers, but avalon had always been so intrigued by the hunt and had considered joining herself a time or four. “for me?” avalon’s grin widened as she picked up the sprig of rosemary, bringing it towards her face so she could take in the smell – it had always been oddly soothing to avalon, and something she was happy to use in projects of all sorts. “were just thinking of me, mavis, or was there a reason for rosemary in particular?”
❪ 🌿 ❫ mavis’s nod is curt —- as she herself tended to be . ❛ it’s the only herb i’ve grown at camp that demeter’s children haven’t laid claim to . ❜ she shrugs , huffing out a quiet sigh . as a daughter of hecate , herbs were were mavis’s organic of choice when it came to more complicated spells . as a daughter of a 17th century puritan , it was her herb of choice to put in freshly baked bread . ❛ rosemary bread is my ultimate favourite . ❜ she admits , offering a small piece of herself that she normally kept guarded , locked away with the rest of the tid bits about her personality .
though her status as a hunter gifted mavis with unmatched skill in archery , it didn't absolve her of succumbing to distraction . the arena at its busiest times was filled with the sounds of metal colliding , the hollers and occasional laughter of demigods bouncing off of every wall . mavis preferred a focused silence , and it was under those conditions that she did her best work on any sort of task . with her eyes trained on a younger demigod's abysmal form with a spear , she looses her arrow —- only to watch it sail into the bullseye of someone else's target . ❛ gods , ❜ she mutters under her breath , ❛ i'll get it , hold on . ❜ she locks eyes with the daughter of hermes , not willing to fall after almost four hundred years at the hands of a misplaced arrow in the middle of a practice arena .
though most of her time was spent in cabin eight , mavis haunted the hecate cabin every so often . she rarely went inside —- it felt like an invasion of privacy for the half siblings that called the engraved stone walls their home . though she shared some of the same ichor they did , mavis felt on the outskirts of their lives . she was happy to toe the line , to flip flop between stranger and older sibling when the role was called for . cabin twenty was mavis's favourite momentary retreat from her fellow hunters . with its walls and rooms that could be altered at the snap of a hecate kid's fingers , it was a place for mavis to recentre —- and remind herself that she was an individual , as opposed to a cog in a hive mind . ❛ have you ever used a pig ball ? ❜ she asks whichever of her siblings is in her vicinity , referring to the explosive weapon thats blast turned all it touched into piglets . ❛ i've not yet had the pleasure . ❜
part of mavis's personal agenda was giving the camp's forges a generous berth . her presence there was on a necessary over unnecessary basis , and most days it was deemed very much unnecessary . though it was common for mortals and demigods to look down upon going out of one's way to avoid one person , mavis didn't see a problem with cutting the unpleasant parts out of her day for her own benefit . a particular son of hephaestus was a part she frequently cut out —- but even she wasn't petty enough to let her weapons fall into disrepair over a general dislike . though she used mostly celestial bronze weaponry , mavis favoured a few steel daggers —- one of which now suffered from a blade snapped in two . the hilt was one she'd had and kept in good condition for hundreds of years —- and as any sentimental person would be , she was attached to it . ❛ i need your help . ❜ the concession is muttered reluctantly , the distaste on her still - youthful features lit up a warm orange by the forge fires .
perhaps her soft spot for women was fully curated by her membership with the hunters of artemis , but it was no hidden secret of hers that the majority of her most tolerated demigods at camp half - blood were not male . in fact , only one man walked the hallowed halls of her liked , and it was the one she was obligated to endure . avalon was one of the people mavis felt most comfortable around , and it was almost none of the other girl's doing . mavis liked to believe she was a good judge of character , and avalon exuded the inherent serene goodness the mavis herself knew she could use a little more of . seeking out a demigod's company was uncommon for her , though not unheard of —- the daughter of apollo was one of a small group of demigods mavis enjoyed . lowering her body down to sit across from her at the table , mavis offers avalon a tight smile . ❛ hi . ❜ she exhales , settling . ❛ i brought you something . ❜ producing a sprig of dried rosemary from the pocket of her silver jacket , she places gingerly it on the table between them.
as much time as mavis had spent training , as many moments as she had spent caring for battle wounds —- she spent the same caring for her weapons . a well strung bow made all the difference , though her position as a hunter anointed her with an inhuman accuracy and denied her the ability to miss a bullseye even if she wished to . mavis believed her weapons were just as much her comrades in battle as those that lived and died for artemis the same way she did . though celestial bronze never dulled , mavis polished her small arsenal of daggers each week —- perhaps a way of passing the never ending stretch of time that lay in front of her , or perhaps an act of true responsible ownership . either way , it left her in the armoury more frequently than not . dana's presence was not unexpected —- just the same as it wasn't unwelcomed . mavis enjoyed her as a sparring partner as long as she could manage to set aside the knowledge of the daughter of wisdom's past transgressions . some days that feat was easier than others . ❛ i don't suppose you saw that nike kid almost sever his own hand . ❜ casual conversation .
location : the pegasi stables , but only because they’re close to the strawberry fields and that’s lily’s usual haunt but i’m trying to shake it up a bit here you know .
one of the only redeemable things about mortals was the fact that their childlike wonder never really left . it diminished , as they aged —- bodies rotting and minds sharpening only to dull again in the end . but even in their later years , they still looked to the future . they expected so much more out of their technology than ever came about in their lifetimes , and mavis had watched as it took a century for any one man's theory to come true . the one mortal technological advancement that mavis didn't scoff at was the digitization of music and literature . all the world's art at your fingertips was wondrous from any angle she looked at it , and being able to revisit her favourites of the eras she'd lived through and keep bits of them in her pocket via download was unmatched . currently , she was scrolling through various digital versions of photos taken in the 70s —- all saved from pinterest , her usual internet haunt . looking up at a sign of movement , as any good hunter would —- the girl in front of her could've stepped out of the photos . kinda . ❛ i —- like your shirt . ❜ she offers , the compliment foreign on her tongue .
if forgiveness were one of mavis's virtues , perhaps she wouldn't feel the need to glare at cabin fifteen each time it was in her sightline . if forgiveness were one of mavis's virtues , she wouldn't be leaving a celestial bronze dagger buried in ashley's front door every morning . time kept slipping past her , but still she could not forgive ashley's hand in a quest that had gone so awry so quickly . someone needed to hold the blame , and mavis had shoved it into the daughter of hypnos's unwittingly open hands . her feet are light on the cabin's front steps , the only noise to mark her presence being the loud thunk of metal wedging into wood . ❛ morning . ❜ she announces herself through the door in her default even tone . stepping back with a hunter’s unnatural swiftness , she settles against the cabin’s pillar to wait for ashley to put her sloth aside and deign to appear in the doorway .
in the end, she’d been certain she merely just enjoyed group gatherings. although the festivities offered quite a F O R T U N A T E bonus for her, that she was well aware some hadn’t had the same luck with; godly parents and their duties —- she’d easily give up time with her dad, just to ease the frustrations of her fellow peers ( no matter the length in which they were or weren’t wounded ). sometimes it’s easy to forget to be happy for herself, to be SELFISH if even for a split second while everyone shuffles around: dispersing from the event and slowly moving back into the normal routine of camp life like a chaotic sea finally settling. it was all CONVOLUTED and thorny though f riction had its claws in the camp long before the feast ( maybe it was merely a question of what was going to be a tipping point ). she’d escaped the festivities, something more appealing at present regarding the cool grass or the chill of the breeze and although she wasn’t expecting company, it CERTAINLY wasn’t unwelcomed. “ he showed —- ” a pause because her words are purposely soft and careful: treading water in hopes to not create a ripple with what she’d gained tonight if someone else hadn’t ( she also simply wasn’t someone willing to rub her gain in anyone else’s face ). “ how about you? ” her smile is calm, more of a pond as far as depth is concerned but it’s warm and it’s offered peace regardless of whether it’s needed. “ leaving the festivities happy or disappointed….though I suppose, in the end, even those of us who got the golden ticket of a parental visit —- end up dissapointed too. ”
mavis's eyebrow quirks skywards , if only for a second . after accumulating over a century's worth of hecatomb feasts under her belt , she still could not feign a shred of belief in the gods' reliability . out of all the years she'd spent at camp half-blood around this time of year , the gods had shown up in smatterings for the festivities . never had all of them shown on hecatomb night . ❛ hecate graced my siblings with her presence . ❜ she begins , watching the tree line instead of the other girl's face . ❛ but the hunt is best this time of year . and i'd rather be with artemis than here with her . ❜ she's dipping her toe in the figurative waters . some demigods couldn't stomach the idea of saying a word against their godly parent . some couldn't utter three sentences without including at least one word edgewise . it was always a toss up when mavis voiced her quiet distaste for her titan mother .
▒▒▒ [ 𝑳𝑰𝑻𝑻𝑳𝑬 𝑶𝑾𝑳 ; 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 ] ↝ in the huntress is something the rest of her peers don’t possess . intelligence , maybe ; or perhaps dana’s just interested in the sheer experience of an immortal ( who isn’t a god , not that artemis’ little posse is that much better ) . the things the other has seen , how many lives she’s held in forever silver fingertips - admirable to the point that even dana can find her interest pique . if set in a better mood , the corner of her lips would lift in a wry smile at her words - instead , they remain placed in a tight line . it’s not a day to be spent arguing about the absent gods & their unearned thrones ; she’s got many thoughts , she won’t waste them on a girl who looks upon mankind in almost the same way their forefathers do . if not for the lifetimes of knowledge she can bestow upon her , dana wouldn’t bother . the goddess that holds mavis’ power has always been KINDER to her than the rest , it doesn’t mean she’ll respect her followers . ❝ sure , but you’ve a 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐒 on your side . can’t say the same for the rest of us . ❞
the girl is so jaded it's a wonder she can still bend stiff joints . mavis shifts her gaze from the grass back to the demigod , her mind insistent upon spotlighting the idea of the daughter of athena being cast in jadeite forevermore with a simple latin incantation . the craft of casting magic was exclusive to those whose veins housed hecate's ichor , and mavis had honed the craft many years ago . throughout the last century , her decision to distance herself from her titan matriarch had stalled mavis's state of constant practice . magic was no longer her primary weapon , settling into the monotony of extended life as merely a tool for amusement —- made more and more useful the longer she was kept at camp half - blood , away from the hunt . ❛ you made your own choices . the situation you're in is yours . ❜ the remark is simple , but carries the heft of truth . ❛ you could have the same , were you not so hell bent on being hard done by . ❜
▒▒▒ [ 𝑳𝑰𝑻𝑻𝑳𝑬 𝑶𝑾𝑳 ; 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 ] ↝ a drachma taken from collection , silver in color it weaves between nimble fingers as strands of onyx locks falls into a pale face . she doesn’t enjoy hecatomb ( she thinks she used to , but it’s all foggy - what was life here before the war really like ? if asked , she wouldn’t have a firm answer ) , when told of the coming festivities , she had made plans to run away - for real . she should’ve followed through , through eyes of dismay she watches her peers mingle with excitement - whispers of the arrived gods , laughs of the demigod to be ‘ brutally ’ sacrificed . if not given to the gods , she’d ask herself to be the sacrifice . the hunter exits the mess hall , kicks off her boots while a judgmental eyebrow raises . her coin is pocketed before arms cross & she purses her lips in response . ❝ i’m disappointed any of them showed up at all , actually . ❞ she hums in response , kicks dirt as she looks away from mavis . ❝ why bother at all ? ❞
the negativity rolling off of the daughter of athena is palpable . it's her grey eyes that give her away , assigning her to a parental figure faster than her mind can even begin to consider divulging the same fact . mavis understands the root of it –- or at least creates her own root , tossing the idea over in her mind before finally putting it down to the other's brush with the titan army . being in proximity to that sort of titanic power changed you . she'd seen it time and time again , once in her own mother —- before she'd had the chance to spare herself by looking away . the conversation continues , though mavis is on autopilot —- regretting her decision to engage in the first place . ❛ it's a comfort to some to know that they at least exist in your realm . if infrequently . or haphazardly . ❜ she notes , eyes cast downwards to the earth —- not a gesture of submission , but the nonchalant disinterest of a person who's had far many more conversations than they were meant to have in the one lifetime fate had assigned them —- before artemis factored herself in .
HEPHAESTUS NOT SHOWING UP WAS LESS THAN SURPRISING , the GOD had a way of rarely showing his face . finn always knew why that was , it just never felt like a good enough excuse in his books . it was part of the reason he strayed all those years ago , although has since come to his sense ( for the most part ) . most of his attention was on his drinks and his food , a distant memory of how bland this celebration was from when he was a kid . once the offerings came to an end , he was one of the first out of the mess hall … desperate for fresh air after all of that . voice pulls his attention their direction and he raises his brows in surprise , mainly because he was truly minding his own business . he’d let it slide though —— mainly because he knew who he was talking to . “ hm … close ! ” he quietly snaps his fingers in her direction , finishing off the last bit of his strawberry before proceeding with his response , “ i’m among the ranks of the DISAPPOINTING youths , big difference . although my father not showing up does not come as a surprise . s’alright though … i take after my mums anyway , ” finn flashes a grin before dropping down into the grass and rolling onto his back , limbs splaying out around him . “ so , how many of these have you attended ? they get any more exciting as time passes ? i’m thinking next year i’ll introduce flip cup —— gods versus demigods . i’ll even make special flippable goblets for the occasion . ”
mavis never forgot a face . it wasn't an immortal ability , not one inherited by hecate or artemis —- but one she received from her mortal father . she remembers this demigod's —- as one of the faces that blindly followed luke castellan into the battle of manhattan and the wrong side of the gods' history . her mouth tastes bitter, and it isn't the fault of her tea so much as it is her distaste for those that had once opposed her . her mouth tastes bitter , and it isn't the fault of her tea so much as it is her distaste for those that had once opposed her . but he is a child , and someone so young could not possibly understand the weight of their actions —- or the lack of weight , how the lightest , most minuscule thing could change the future for eons to come . turning her gaze to the grass between her toes , mavis suppresses the hint of a smile that tweaks at the corner of her lips . ❛ i think you're all disappointing to the gods . they ask for more than you could ever give , sometimes without ever speaking a word to their children in person . ❜ of course , this didn't apply to hunters . their skills and character traits were exalted by artemis —- they were among the elite . the sigh that leaks from her chest at his query is world - weary . every holiday that rolled around brought with it another round of the very same question he'd just posed . ❛ i have had the distinct , unmeasured pleasure of attending two hundred and six camp hecatombs . by the grace of the gods , i've skipped a few . ❜
below the cut is a list of ten wanted connections ! if you’re interested in any of them , like this post or dm me on discord ! first come , first serve y’all .
— platonic .
friends by circumstance . they’ve been sent on so many quests together over the years that at this point it’s just more convenient for them to be friends . they spar together , save spots for each other at the fire pit , and chat once in a while —- all done with resigned acceptance . that being said , they’d lay down their lives for each other in battle .
mentor / mentee . mavis has been around for almost 400 years now , and combat is one of the skills she’s spent years honing . she’d never seek out someone to train , but if a demigod came to her and she got the correct vibes off of them , she’d consider . they spar in the arena at least once a week , at her insistence . she’s desperate to keep them alive , having gotten attached after a few weeks of mentoring them . dana ahn
the one person who can make her laugh . mavis is very stoic , but there’s something about this person that just hits her in the funny bone . it may be nothing in particular —- they might be funny unintentionally , or maybe they’re the resident comedian . but she subtly seeks them out when she’s having a bad day . whether or not they realize they’re the only one who can get her to crack a grin is up to you . fernanda azevedo
platonic secret admirer . okay , hear me out . mavis likes this person , so she continuously leaves them things she thinks they’ll like on their bed in their cabin , all without them knowing it’s her . maybe eventually they’ll find out and start leaving her things , and it can be this whole back and forth without there ever being any vocal acknowledgement that they’re doing it .
she knew their great - great - grandmother . mavis has been all over the world with other hunters , and they’ve definitely made some friends along the way . she once came into contact with one of your muse’s ancestors , and now she keeps calling your muse by their name because they look so much alike .
— romantic .
unrequited crush . they have a crush on mavis , she will never ever like them back . angst ensues . depending on how they go about it , she could ignore it , actively try to dissuade them from their feelings , or even have no clue at all .
— adversarial .
general dislike . mavis has been around for almost 400 years , and she’s developed a system where if she doesn’t like the look of you , she just won’t interact . she essentially ignores their existence , even if they speak to her directly . the most they’d ever get out of her is a disgruntled hum . they can either fight back , or want to know why it is that she hates them so much .
someone she keeps turning into a tree to amuse herself . it’s not intentional that they happen to be around every time she feels like turning campers into trees . definitely not . it’s all chance . just a coincidence . it has nothing to do with the fact that they get confused or pissed off every time and it’s hilarious .
the determined romantic . so this has two parts . either they’re oblivious to the fact that she’ll lose everything if she falls in love and because of that they pursue her and she’s constantly having to tell them to piss off and is genuinely annoyed by their presence in general OR they are chaotic and evil and are purposely trying to get her to fall for them to see if they can woo a hunter . either way , she hates them . you tell me . finn morken
the scapegoat . as i’ve said before , mavis has been on many quests over the years . these two were on a quest together and something went wrong –- the details of which we can discuss later . but she blames them wholeheartedly and now dislikes them because of it . ashley flynn
hecatomb festivities were amongst mavis's least favourite , replayed each fall for hundreds of years . the nervousness of young demigods was palpable —- a combination of anticipation of their parents' possible appearance and the heady uncertainty that settled around the obviously improbable demigod sacrifice . mavis's nose is partially wrinkled at the scent of it all , overwhelming . clutching her goblet of tea closer to her torso , dark eyes watch those that move past her . the offerings this year had been underwhelming —- as usual . stepping just far enough outside of the mess hall's doorway for her feet to touch grass , mavis kicks off her hunter - issue combat boots —- casting her gaze upwards and locking eyes with the nearest living being as she peels off her socks . ❛ did your parent show up , or are you amongst the ranks of the disappointed youth ? ❜
born a daughter of magic —- the choice to become a daughter of the moon was made easy . driven out of your home by those that would never understand , chased by the spirits of innocents . the camaraderie of girls is unmatched , and immortality tastes as sweet as the love you gave up .
〔 LILY - ROSE DEPP, 19 / 348, CIS FEMALE 〕╰ MAVIS PERCEL just came over half - blood hill . you know , the hunter of ARTEMIS who took the oath three hundred and twenty nine years ago ? i’ve heard chiron say that she is MEASURED & STEADFAST , but if you ask the aphrodite kids , they’d say they’re PRETENTIOUS & RECLUSIVE . i’d say they remind me of the smell of rosemary drying in an open window , ice water in a stemmed wine glass , a voice that reminds you of a still lake , blood under manicured fingernails , and walking barefoot in dew - covered grass , especially since they’re NEUTRAL .
* clears throat * welcome to paige’s third intro . please make sure your seatbelt is fastened securely , and keep arms and legs inside the vehicle at all times . you can still reach me at *spongebob vc* gary come home#6198 if you think i’m dumb for picking up a third muse .
—- 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚔 .
basics .
name : mavis elizabeth percel .
nicknames : mav , literally none don’t call her by a nickname .
birth date : february 6th , 1672 .
gender : cis female .
pronouns : she / her .
ethnicity : white .
nationality : american .
hometown : plymouth colony , new england ( modern day massachusetts . )
demigod abilities : eternal youth , archery expertise , enhanced physical prowess , zoolingualism , magic casting , mist manipulation .
cabin number & godly parent : cabin eight , hunter of artemis , daughter of hecate .
how did their godly parent meet their mortal parent? : her father was an english puritan who met hecate in a witch doctor’s shop in london , six years after the great fire ravaged the city in 1666 . it had been that many years that he’d suffered from a debilitating cough as a result of damage from smoke and ash inhalation , and the witch doctor was his last resort . he went there under the cover of night as to not be seen , and it was there that he met and fell in love with with a woman with blonde hair and dark eyes . when mavis was born and hecate took her leave , he was secretive of the baby’s origin . he told others that she was left on his doorstep , and as she grew up , mavis held onto the secret of her maternal parentage .
muse appearance .
faceclaim : lily - rose depp .
height : five foot five .
hair colour : dark blonde .
eye colour : dark brown .
dominant hand : right - handed .
distinguishing features : very dark eyes , so dark that they almost seem black .
dress style : hunters have a certain uniform of their own : according to the books , in the summer they wear white shirts , silver jackets and silver camo pants with combat boots . in winter they wear silver parkas , jeans , and the same boots . however , mavis is a barefoot queen and will be seen without shoes on whenever it’s convenient . she always has her toenails painted silver or grey .
camp - related .
go - to weapon : silver bow and arrows , celestial bronze daggers .
ambrosia : rosemary bread . she baked it all the time when she was in massachusetts .
favourite camp location : the forest that surrounds it . monsters are not a concern to her . in fact , she’d be happier if they did show up .
their opinion of their godly parent : she has known hecate for longer than artemis , but not by much . in the second titan war , she fought with the olympians by artemis’s side . hecate’s alliance with the titans is something she finds shame in , though if she thinks about it long enough she can understand her mother’s motivations . when she became a hunter , artemis became mavis’s mother figure over hecate , and the relationship between her and her biological mother is strained due to that .
age they were claimed : she was claimed by hecate at twelve / 336 years ago . she took the hunters’ oath at nineteen / 329 years ago .
how they were claimed : mavis was claimed by hecate the first time she altered the mist , unintentionally allowing a few of her mortal classmates to see a monster in its full form . hecate appeared , rid them of the monster and fixed mavis’s mess . after that , mavis began practicing casting magic in the privacy of her and her father’s homestead . it wasn’t until she was nineteen that she sought out artemis to ask for admittance to the hunters . she and her father lived nearby salem , and the hysteria and mass fear of the witch trials was quickly spreading to the nearby colonies . being a hunter allowed her both immortality and the opportunity to be away from the danger , on the hunt with her fellow maidens .
stance on the new cabins : neutral .
reason for their stance : mavis doesn’t get involved in camp politics . she’s far too old for that bullshit . her mind lies with the hunt , though she’s been at camp now since the end of the battle of manhattan .
their opinion on lyssa pentelute : she doesn’t think of her , period . she doesn’t see her or her grudge as a threat .
quests : she’s accompanied demigods on many quests over the years with her fellow hunters .
personality .
positive traits : measured , steadfast , halcyon , wise .
negative traits : pretentious , reclusive , monotonous , blasé .
mbti : intj , the logician .
alignment : lawful neutral .
hogwarts house : ravenclaw .
kinsey scale : four .
archetype : the magician .
what candle scent are they : black cherry merlot .
goals & desires : she wants to live forever . like , literally forever . she hopes to never fall in battle and would never sacrifice her immortality for everything . she’s seen a lot of what the world has to offer , and even when it’s nothing but negative things —- she wants to see more . besides , she loves nature and wants to spend the rest of her days in a forest right after the rain , and that’s what she gets with the hunt .
fears : falling in battle , accidentally falling in love .
hobbies : baking , putting rosemary under the pillows of campers she likes , putting ragweed under the pillows of those that she doesn’t , drinking strong loose leaf tea and reading ancient greek texts .
habits : forgetting to put shoes on , staring at people for too long , hugging her mug of tea to her chest , braiding her hair absentmindedly .
—- 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚜 .
father : thomas percel , an english puritan who died in 1702 .
mother : hecate , goddess of magic .
languages spoken : english , french , italian , greek ( modern and ancient ) , latin , archaic latin , spanish , and portuguese .
childhood : though the identity of her mother was kept a secret from those outside their little family , mavis always knew who her mother was . her father instructed her from a young age that she was not to tell anyone of her mother’s status as a goddess , let along a goddess of magic . it wasn’t until mavis was twelve that she ever used her demigod abilities , and she was claimed shortly afterwards . it was never a struggle for her to control her abilities , as she was very level - headed even as a child .
—- 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 .
she has literally been alive for almost 400 years at this point . she’s seen it all , and she’s learned from it all . her favourite era to date was the 70s , and that’s the era that she references most often . her favourite band is fleetwood mac , but she’s also partial to elton john and dolly parton . as of late , she enjoys hozier and only hozier .
she tries her best to stay out of the way of the campers , mostly because she considers them all actually children and most of them give her a headache within five minutes of starting up a conversation . also , she’s sulking most of the time because she’s one of the hunters who was left at camp half - blood to help get them back on their feet after the battle of manhattan —- she’d rather be on the hunt with artemis .
her aesthetic is very much goblincore meets cottagecore meets grandmacore i really don’t know how else to describe it . she likes dirt and herbs and collecting pretty rocks and baking fresh bread and warm socks and that’s all .
so far , she’s been a little bit standoffish with her half siblings in the hecate cabin , mostly because she doesn’t want to deal with any discourse if they’re against her semi - negative feelings towards their mother or the fact that she considers artemis more of a mother to her now .
