#straightlacedgrace

IC

NAME: Annabeth Chase-Jackson NICKNAMES: Wise Girl AGE: 21 ROOMMATES: Percy Jackson OCCUPATION: Barista EDUCATION: Junior at Fableton University, Architecture major

"Wisdom's daughter walks alone. That didn't just mean without other people, Annabeth realized. It meant without any special powers."

FAMILY: Athena (mother), Frederick Chase (father), Magnus Chase (cousin) MARITAL STATUS: Married to Percy Jackson HISTORY: [Canon through Heroes of Olympus.] When the aftermath of the war with Gaea had settled, Annabeth and Percy wanted nothing more than a chance to live a normal life together--or as normal as two demigods could manage with regular monster attacks: no wars, no Tartarus, and as little interference from gods as possible. Annabeth wanted to go to university in a big city, preferably one with a good architecture program, so they settled on New York City.

Since they were going to be living together anyway, they also planned to get married (for the health insurance, obviously). They'd had less than a year of city life before Annabeth found herself lost in an unfamiliar forest with no idea how she’d gotten there, missing time and half-believing she’d somehow fallen back into Tartarus. Jason Grace found her and managed to convince her she was still on Earth, and he brought her back to Percy.

It turned out they’d been sharing an apartment in Fableton for months, and she had no memory of it or where she’d been in the time she’d been missing. Worst of all, she had no memory of their wedding. With the magical barrier around the town gone as mysteriously as it had arrived, they were free to return to their life in New York, but they decided not to. She wanted her memories back, and if there were answers, they'd find them in Fableton.

OOC

Molly was grateful for the break from work and studying even if it meant exercise, which she didn't hate except when it involved running. She was pretty sure she was about to get her ass kicked at sparring practice though, given Jason was half a god and she was a mere human. She learned more from failing than from winning, but still, it was probably going to hurt, if not now then tomorrow. She'd pulled her hair back into a ponytail and changed into yoga pants and a tank top, her bag slung over her shoulder.