Evelyn J. Beasant
Wᴇ·ʀᴇ ғɪᴄᴋʟᴇ﹐ sᴛᴜᴘɪᴅ ʙᴇɪɴɢs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴘᴏᴏʀ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ɢɪғᴛ ғᴏʀ sᴇʟғ﹣ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ.
Athena's daughter.


History
Frederick Beasant had been mourning his late wife for a while when he met her. The woman of grey eyes and bright mind who turned up to be a goddess. The Greek goddess of wisdom, a deity that after months had left him with a baby and no goodbyes.
Jason was excited to have a sister, he never met his mother, so it was good to finally have a female in the house. He loved that little blond girl since the moment his blue eyes met her. They were as close as siblings can be, he held her through every nightmare, held her hand when she was afraid. They shared laughs and jokes, tossed food, and screamed at each other. She loved his brother, and it broke her heart to watch him go across the globe to a boarding school in Perth.
Evelyn Beasant was a demigoddess, which meant that her life was not going to be easy. When she was 7, she used to woke up nearly every night screaming with nightmares, feeling spiders everywhere even though they never found one, with bitemarks all over her body with no logical explanation. Fred, aware that it wouldn't take long for monsters to catch the scent of his daughter, decided to send his firstling to the place they all dreamed to go and fantasized visiting over dinner nearly every night: Australia. Athena had explained what it would be like: the monsters, the camp, the risks. He had no idea on how to spare his little girl from that destiny; feeling as a failure, Frederick left. He was a coward, yes. He couldn't save her, and now he has dying from lung cancer; he couldn't handle the idea of telling her the truth and bringing her closer to her own demise, but when his days were counted... he wanted to spend those with the boy that had the eyes of the woman he loved the most. Still, he couldn't bring himself to have that conversation, so Fred took the easy way out: wrote down a letter explaining who her mother was and left without looking back.
Evelyn heart shattered into a million pieces. At first, the 10-year-old didn't understand what was going on, maybe Jason had an emergency and he had lo leave in the middle of the night, perhaps her daddy's phone broke down and he couldn't call to let her know about it. After a while, she couldn't convince herself about those stories anymore, but she didn't want to open that letter that sat in the middle of the coffee table along with that weird dagger. If she read it... then it would be real. Eve waited for days, but days turned into weeks, and the school's directive started to ask questions about her father whereabouts; they said they were going to visit her place, just to have a little talk with her parent, so she ran away. The little girl didn't want to be put in the system, growing up in a house full of strangers. They wouldn't want her anyway, not even her own father did. She would rather make her own way, and so she did.
Evelyn lived on the streets for more than year. She traveled east, heading to New York as that wise and calm voice had told her in her dreams several times. She read the letter eventually, and discovered that those weird encounters she had were with monsters, the attacks started and she had to keep moving. She intruded in libraries, studied Greek mythology and self-defense techniques, practiced how to use that dagger her father had left, she even joined some martial arts classes using the little money she had collected.
One summer night, she was looking for food in an alley behind a restaurant when two guys came up behind her. They were looking at her with a gaze that promised nothing but danger. Eve never got a chance to escape, they were taller and stronger, and she was outnumbered; she fought them, though. They beat the hell out of her. When the one with dark hair unfastened his belt and brought down his pants, the blonde child froze. Was this really happening, or was it just another awful nightmare? The pain that ran through her body when he abused her brought her back to reality. Beasant started to fight again, she desperately bit and kicked and threw punches everywhere until the second man let go of the grip he had in her. She ran as fast as she could until she found a homeless people camp and hid there.
Evelyn didn't get out of the dark corner she had curled herself in for days. She was ashamed, terrified, angry, sad, disgusted. She wanted to rip apart her own skin until there were no more traces of those beasts in her.
Almost a week had passed, every part of her body hurt, and she had barely eaten. That was when a new monster found her. It was also the first time she didn't fight, didn't try to find a way out. Evelyn had given up. Let them kill her once and for all, she didn't have anything else to give anyway.
Apparently, destiny had other plans. She was rescued by a girl and a satire, Evelyn didn't remember much about it, just waking up in an infirmary with her body completely healed and with a broken soul.
She was in a place called Camp Half-blood, the place her mother had whispered in her dreams, the one that her father mentioned in the letter. She spent years there: healing, training, getting stronger, gathering knowledge, meeting people, and making sure she was ready so she would never have to be in a position of vulnerability and disadvantage ever again. Eventually, it became her safe place. Her new home.
Chronology
November, 1998: Denver, Colorado.
February, 2009: Various places in the US.
July, 2010: Long Island, New York.
October, 2012: Denver, Colorado.
March, 2014: Long Island, New York.
October, 2015: Perth, Australia.
2021: Various places in Europe.
February, 2022: Long Island, New York.

February, 2009: Various places in the US.
The road to the Camp Half-blood from Colorado was long. At first she stayed in her hometown, afraid of getting too far away in case someone from her family came back. When the town started looking for her, she decided to leave.
She hated Kansas and Missouri, loved Ohio and Pennsylvania.
She asked for money on the streets, worked in the very few places that would have her. She found kind and generous people that took her for a few days, or give her food and clothes.
She lived in abandoned buildings, rooftops, or shelter camps.
October, 2012: Denver, Colorado.
The moment she read the letter, the decision of going back was as clear as water. There was no other option. Evelyn was not a little girl anymore, she had trained for years, studied and learned about the world she was living in, so no many surprises could come her way. She was ready for this.
It didn't take long to get ready, she gathered the few personal things she owned, said some goodbyes, stepped outside the protective barriers of the Camp Half-blood, and started her way back to the place she once called home.
Eve had managed to keep it together during the days on the road, but when she stood in front of her childhood house, she crumbled. Her knees hit the ground as tears started to stream down her face. Her father had left her long ago, but now he was really gone; the little hope she had kept to see him again after all this time, had turned into dust. Frederick Beasant was no more.
The house was abandoned, no one had entered in years, or so it seemed. Evelyn spent hours going through the place, drinking the memories that emerged from every wall, every corner. She cried herself to sleep that night, and the one after that.
A few days had passed when someone knocked on the door, looking for the blonde girl that had come back after all these years. It was the family lawyer and he had some news for the youngest of Frederick's children. He had left her the house, and all the money that remained in his accounts, along with a letter addressed specifically for his little foxxie. It explained he knew about his cancer when he moved to Australia, that he had decided to spend the last years he had left with the son of the love of his life, even though that woman had passed away during childbirth. He apologized for not being brave or strong enough to stay with her. It was dangerous to stay, yes, but mainly it was because Eve was a reminder of the goddess that had broken his heart. He wrote down how much he had loved her, and that he hoped that at least he could compensate for his absence with this.
Evelyn decided to stay that year. She asked for the lawyer to help her get emancipated, tried going back to school, having a normal life. She studied, was first of her class, almost had a boyfriend, even made a friend. It didn't last long: she never felt like she belonged in that place, monsters kept coming, and it was just too big of a reminder of the life she could have had, of the dad she no longer had. It felt like being the main actress of the movie and not being able to relate to your character, like this life she was trying to live was not hers, just a fake. Little over a year later, she decided to come back to the Camp Half-blood. The only place she really felt at home.
October, 2015: Perth, Australia.
Ever since her father died, Evelyn felt over the edge. She tried having a mortal normal life, she tried going back to camp, but none of those felt quite right. The letter her dad left had stirred up so many feelings for the half-blood, so many regrets, so many thoughts, so many questions that staying put was not an option. The idea of remaining there when something inside her was asking her to move, to go find the answers she needed was unbearable.
Eve made a decision: she was going to travel to Australia and find her brother. Who else could tell her about her father, what they went through, why they left, how they felt? There was no one else, so she packed once again and left.
She arrived to Sydney with no idea whatsoever of where her brother was, what he looked like, or if he even remembered her. She stayed there for weeks trying to find Jason, going door to door to all the places where a Jason from the US lived with no luck. She had to charmed her way through the bureaucracy of getting the archives of the city and the country until that one day when the name "Jason Beasant" came up in one of the record from Perth, the tears came immediately afterwards.
Outside his front door, the hands of the descendant of wisdom started to tremble. What if he didn't remember her? Or worst, what if he did but didn't want to see her? She was about to turn around when a head full of blonde messy hair popped out. She was tongue-tied, she forgot her own name and the whole speech she had prepared. The words stumbled out of her mouth in a nervous attempt to explain what she was doing here. It wasn't necessary, though. Recognition shone in her brother's blue eyes and hugged her.
She spent the next years getting to know his brother once again, they shared all the stories, all the experiences. He explained about their father, the disease, how leaving her consumed him, the reasons behind it. At first he thought that she was in a boarding school as well, until his father confessed everything. Jason didn't speak to him for almost a year, and event went back to his sister, even though he never found her. Eventually, Frederick got too sick and his son came back to take care of him again; they made up before he died.
Evelyn told his brother everything, all that she had suffered. Together, they mended their souls. She reinvented herself, found a happiness believed lost years ago. Eager for living her life once again, she applied for a scholarship and started to study veterinary. She worked in bars and cafe's, then on animal refuges and NGOs dedicated to protect and take care of both domestic and wild animals.
Despite it all, the demigoddess never tried to make friends or have serious relationships. She knew she was a danger for everyone else, his father knew that too. She only had her brother and the animals she loved with every inch of her body. She graduated and worked for a while in Perth before deciding to go back. Jason had gotten married and they were now expecting a baby, how could she be so selfish as to stay and put a little human being in danger just by being around? Hurt as she was, she knew it was for the best.
2021: Various places in Europe.
Beasant decided to go through Europe before going back to the States. There was so many history, art, culture, and knowledge, she was craving to get it all.
She visited the home town of her mother, Athens.
She stayed a while in the town of her grandparents in France.
She made her way through Greece, France, Germany, Italy, Austria, Czech Republic Netherlands, Belgium, Norway and the UK.
She met a lot of people, experimented, had summer loves, fought monsters. She lived. Eve was tired of not enjoying the time she had in this earth, she would make the best out of it.

Personality traits
⊹ Bisexual.
⊹ INFJ-T.
⊹ Scorpio, taurus rising, moon in cancer, mars and venus in capricorn.
⊹ Hardly gets pissed off.
⊹ Always wants to win the argument, can discuss for hours over the most insignificant thing.
⊹ Methodic and organized, likes to have a plan (and a back-up plan).
⊹ Feels weak and vulnerable when showing her feelings.
⊹ Prioritizes other people’s needs, feelings and happiness (specially if it’s somebody close to her).
⊹ Fiercely loyal and very trustworthy.
⊹ Can spend hours talking, investigating, debating and theorizing about subjects that interest her.
⊹ Stubborn and competitive.
⊹ Empathetic, loves to help other people.
⊹ Control freak.
⊹ Trust issues.
⊹ Very polite.
⊹ Hopelessly romantic.
⊹ Very touchy and cheesy once she feels comfortable around someone.
Curiosities
⊹ Her eyes are olive green, even though the color changes to some shades of blue depending on her humor.
⊹ Her grandparents were born in Lyon, France.
⊹ Speaks French and a bit of German (besides English, Greek and Latin).
⊹ Preferred weapons: daggers, bow and arrow.
⊹ Favorite dessert: lemon pie.
⊹ Comfort food: pizza.
⊹ Favorite color: blue.
⊹ Favorite fruit: apples.
⊹ Coffee addict.
⊹ Guilty pleasures: rom-coms and partying.
⊹ Has a birth mark shaped like a star under her collarbone on the right side.
⊹ Usually eats really healthy.
⊹ Hates sleeping alone.
⊹ Her nightmares usually stop when she sleeps with someone, specially if that someone is close to her.
⊹ Plays the piano.
⊹ Usually trains twice a day.
⊹ Likes to carve wood figures.
⊹ Can spend a whole day reading.
⊹ Likes the climbing wall and hiking.
⊹ When she can't sleep, she goes for night walks, reads, or trains.
⊹ Knows how to cook, but sucks at baking.
⊹ She loves Le Petit Prince, her father called her "my little foxxie" because of it.
⊹ Had her first time with her high school crush before going back to the camp.
