Transfer Character

Name: Kathrianne Vander, but all her friends call her Kat.
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Eyes: Gray eyes
Hair: Straight jet thick black hair
Height: 5'7"
Body Type: Fit and lean
Skin Color: Mocha
God Parent: Chione
Mortal Parent: Brian Vander
Country of Origin: France
Pets: A Siamese kitten called Amelie
Talents: Playing the ukulele, archery, and cooking.
Weapon**: An axe which is a hairclip, and a bow and arrows that's a choker. Celestial Bronze.
Flaws: Liar, holds grudges easily, hostile towards possible friends, loner. Also, she has a scar over her eyebrow, but it is small. Plus, she has dry skin on her hands, so she has to regularly moisturize. Issues with trusting people. She's also horrible at singing.
Powers(must relate to god parent; optional): Making it snow for about twenty minutes. (If lightly, about fifteen to twenty feet around her;heavily, it would be about five to ten feet), making certain things freeze (Not people, but such as small gadgets). She can freeze small gadgets from three to four times a day. Something like a chair would take her a whole day to regain her strength. Also it takes about eight minutes for the ice to melt on a hot summer day. She can make ice shards, that are smaller than her hand, but are pointy. They can be thrown only seven feet away from her, and she can make five of them, for ten minutes, only four times a day. She can also make an ice shield that's only half an inch thick, and as big to only protect her stomach and breast area. It lasts for about ten minutes, and it can break within three hard punches. She can also make ten snowballs a day, that last only two minutes if it's hot out.
Life Before CHB*: Kat was a pretty normal kid, other then the ADHD and dyslexia. She once in a while hung out, and many times she was ignored. She kept secrets to herself, about her ADHD and dyslexia, when she met friends in the park. One day her friends brought in a certain stranger in the group. When the stranger and her were finally alone, it had attacked her, causing her to run off, with nothing. She managed to steal a few weapons from two half-bloods who were chatting among themselves, and about CHB. She never returned home to her poor Dad.
RP Example*: She was the prey. That's all Kat knew. She held her breath, as she plucked a few weapons from the tent. She took the spear and axe. The spear shrunk into a scrunchie, and she smiled to herself. She never knew weapons could shrink into something like that, well that the gods can do that.
Any notes about your characters: Transferred from Camp Half Blood . org.

Approved.