I was never that funny, pretty, caring, or friendly. You wouldn't expect anything else from a daughter of Hades, I suppose that's why I joined the Hunters of Artemis. There, I could be who I loved being- a mean, cold, angry killing machine. You could say that I wasn't the nicest person on earth. I threw away my old life, the one that lived in the allies of New York City, avoiding monsters, gangsters, thugs, and practicing my own fighting moves, training myself to be cold and heartless. I took after my father, with my long, slightly curly dark, dark hair, pale skin, and a skinny build. The only physical difference we had was the bright, unnatural green eyes that I had that at least at first scared the hell out of most people.
Then I had just joined the Hunters of Artemis five years ago, I made fast friends with Thalia, daughter of Zeus and lieutenant to Lady Artemis, and Lily, daughter of Nyx and whose real name was Sierra. I had learned the new customs and ways of a Hunter, and I had grown to live by them and believe them, like Thalia and Lily had. Like the other Hunters, I loved our Lady Artemis and would do anything for her. Like the other Hunters, I had sworn an oath against all men. And, like the other Hunters, I hated almost all men, especially Artemis' annoying, flirtatious brother, Phoebus Apollo. Or just Apollo, as most people knew him.