☼ Halia "SHARKY"
god/goddess parent; Poseidon
likes; piercings, spiky jewelry, blood oranges
bio; The hbic of Cabin 3. Resident badass Sharky is an intimidating girl. It's probably the steely gaze and multiple piercings...and maybe the whole shark wrestling thing. Sharky's been fighting and riding sharks since she was just three years old. She's never once been bitten, but campers say it's just a matter of time before her luck wears off. Sharky's got a habit of disappearing into the ocean with her trident for days and reemerging with handfuls of shark teeth she uses to ornament her wrists and ankles. Everyone assumes she's out past the sandbar taming the sharks that would otherwise make a meal out of the surfies. After she's through with them, they're gentle as dolphins. Yes, Sharky likes to think of herself as the protectress of Aeaea. No one's quite certain about her life outside of camp. Some of the campers allege she and her mother are part of a biker gang in California, while others say she escaped from juvenile lockup and lives on the run with some demi-god. Maybe it's all just stories. Only Sharky knows for sure.
model; Daga Ziober
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it was only after I wrote the short bit (OK it's not that short lol), that I realized it said Sharky had been riding sharks since she was 3 but here is my short story anyway:
Halia had been known as ‘Sharky’ since she was 10 years old. Now, it was rare if anyone called her by her real name. And it all started 8 years ago….
Halia remembered everything, it replayed in her head every year upon returning to Camp Circe.
It had been her birthday and the bishops of decay, the biker gang which her mother, Arianna, had been a part of since she was 17, stopped at a small beach to celebrate the youngest member’s big day. Halia had felt most at ease when she could be near the ocean, the smell of the surf always reminded her of a father she never knew. Every year on her birthday the same question would arise, “where is my father?” and every year her mother would elude the question.
As far as Halia knew, her mother and father met on a recluse beach somewhere in California, when her mother was 18 years old. Arianna split off from the Bishops and was enjoying a day by herself on the beach. She had been swimming when a rip current pulled her under. Being she was alone, Arianna thought she was doomed, until she felt someone grab her by the waist and heave her out of the water. When Arianna came to the sun was just going down behind the wall of ocean and the stars began to appear one by one. Her head was propped up by her clothes and a fire burned brightly nearby. Tending to the fire was the most beautiful man Arianna had ever seen; he was golden and muscular, with shaggy black hair and gorgeous sea-green eyes, which Halia had inherited. They spent 3 weeks in each other’s company until the Bishops came looking for her, and then they went their separate ways. Halia wasn’t sure what exactly happened those 3 weeks but, here she was so it must have been something.
This year was no different than every year before. The Bishops were strewn across the beach, some sitting around a bon fire, roasting hot dogs and burgers, some dancing and socializing on the beach. Halia and her mother had gone out into the waves to swim by themselves. After splashing and playing for a while Halia swam up beside her mother. “Mum, tell me about how you met dad again.” Arianna closed her eyes and sighed. “Halia, you know this story. I almost drown on a beach much like this, you’re father saved me and we spent 3 wonderful weeks together. Must you bring it up every year?” Halia turned in the water to face her mother. “But muuum I need to know who I am, where I come from.” She looked into her mother’s golden face and saw the sour expression which she gave her only daughter. “I’ll tell you when you’re older.” Arianna floated casually away, leaving Halia to gaze after her. When her mother wanted to avoid something, she was damned good at it, but this year Halia was not giving up, she needed to know who she was. “But mother, I need to know who my father is. Please, it’s not fair.” Arianna opened her mouth to scold her daughter but a sharp scream penetrated Halia’s ears instead. She started flailing in the water, trying to push her daughter away. In the commotion Halia saw a grey fin and saw the beady black eyes, as her mother’s blood tinted the water. Halia didn’t relise what had happened until it was over. A shark had latched itself onto her mother’s leg. Halia swam back and forth panicking. Finally she swam forward again and threw herself onto the shark’s back. The shark thrashed about trying to shake the brave little girl, but Halia held on. She reached forward and grabbed the top of the creature’s mouth with both hands, and held on to the sharks body with her legs. She began to cry as she tried to pry the sharks mouth away from her mother’s leg, but the shark refused to let go. It began to drag Arianna under the water, with Halia still clinging to it for dear life. As she sank Halia seen something glittering on the ocean floor beneath them and let go to retrieve it. She grabbed on to the cold, shiny metal of a trident and swam fast as she could back to her mother and the shark that was still shaking her around. The little girl thrust the trident as hard as she could into the shark and pulled a long gash into its stomach. She dropped the trident and quickly swam forward and pryed the sharks jaws off her mother’s mangled leg. She wrapped her one arm around her mother’s waste and started kicking and screaming towards land. The only wounds Halia had were several gashes on her fingers but by the time a few of the men ran off the beach and into the water to help retrieve the crying girl and her unconscious mother, the wounds were now thin scars.
Halia watched numbly as the ambulance pulled up the beach and they gathered her mother up. Her eyes stared towards the sea the entire time the paramedics looked her over and wrapped her in a blanket. She couldn’t understand what had happened. Her fingers were healed, and she, a 10 year old girl, had killed a 7 foot Sand Tiger Shark. “Well, normally these sharks leave humans alone, one of them must have been teasing it, or something.” Halia overheard one of the paramedics say as they loaded her mother into the back of the ambulance, her mother’s best friend climbed in behind her signalling to Halia that everything would be alright. Closing her eyes she tried to hold back more tears, they hadn’t threatened the shark in anyway, had never even seen it. Why would it harm her mother like that? Halia tried to remember everything that had happened in the moment of the attack. She suddenly thought of the trident. Where had it come from, it was too shiny to have been under the waves for very long. And honestly, who takes such an ornate weapon to the beach? Her eyes darted towards the water as she heard a few of the members shouting and whistling, as a few others dragged the sharks carcass to shore. She was surprised to see how big it really was compared to her 5’2 feet. It’s belly bore the long gashes from the trident which Halia had dragged through its body. The sight was almost too much for her to stomach. Had she, Halia Bishop, really kill that shark? “How did you do this little one?” she was scooped up into her Uncle Travis’s arms. He was a big burly man of 35, with graying blonde hair and a goatee, your typical biker, only this one was head of the gang and most referred to him as Chief. Halia buried her face into his shoulder and breathed in the leather, it gave her some comfort. “I dunno.” She whispered. “I found a giant fork and tried to save mum. Will she be ok?” He mumbled something to one of the other men. “We found nothing around, just the shark chief.” Travis nodded and held the girl closer, as she fell asleep in his arms. Could Arianna be telling the truth, was Halia truly a daughter of the sea?
Her mother had survived, but the lower half of her right leg, from the knee down, had to be amputated. And since that day the gang had called her Sharky. Halia loved to wrestle sharks, and usually convinced her mother to let her go to the beach and practice with the smaller, more harmless sharks. When she turned 11 the letter from Camp Circe had arrived and her mother had to reveal the truth about Halia’s father. She left for camp, at first just to get away from the mother who had hid the truth for so long. But time mends all wounds and Halia and her mother made up, though sometimes she would stay all year at camp, and other times only the summer, depending on where her family was traveling at the time. As she grew older she loved her new name, and wrestling the sharks off the coast of the island had become a hobby. Though she would never take another of the beast’s life, she would wrestle them, taming them, taking a few teeth here and there as little tokens, making sure the sharks could not hurt anyone thus making them gentle enough to be around. She considers herself a guardian of the camp, but would rather spend her time alone them with the ones she protects.