DELMIRA BÖHLER

OOC
Member name: Kait
How you found us: I have four other characters?
Other characters: Alexandra Grayson [Ares], Callina Ackerman [Apollo], Lillian Donoghue [Thanatos], and Clarissa Beaumont [Athena]
Activity level: Pretty High
Basics
Full name: Delmira Elisabeth Böhler - Mira
Gender: Female
Age: Twenty
Divine Parent: Hypnos
Powers: Hypnos; Hypnokinesis, Memory retrieval/alteration, Dream travel. Artemis; Enhanced strength and stealth, Immortality, Summon weapons, Archery, and Communication.
Personality
Likes:

• Archery
• Sleep
• Nature
• Animals and communicating with them
• Rain
• Being a hunter
• Tulips
• Playing piano
• Teaching others
• The idea of love (however, this is a secret)

Dislikes: 

• Obnoxious people
• Harm to animals
• Harm to those she cares about
• Emotions
• Remembering her past (but she won't make herself forget it because her past is what made her who she is)
• Discrimination
• Arrogance
• Chocolate
• Meat (vegetarian)
• Disrespect

Fatal flaw:

• Hopeless romantic - Mira, despite the fact she's not allowed to fall in love with a man, wants to and even dreams of finding love. Of course, this is a secret to everyone, especially the hunters and Artemis. She's conflicted in this area, because she owes her life to Artemis, but she wants to find that someone special that she sees others have.
• Bottles emotions - Mira tends to bottle her emotions to the point of exploding. You might have done one little thing, but if she's been holding in a lot for a while and that one thing sets her off, you get the whole thing. Instead of snapping at someone when they have wronged her, she walks away and keeps it in, trying not to show the emotion. This of course does not apply if someone harms someone she cares about or an animal. In that case, she'll snap right away because she doesn't tolerate it.
• Curious - Curiosity killed the cat? Mira can be curious to the point of being nosy. Sometimes she likes to know what and when something is going on, even if it doesn't pertain to her. 

History
Claimed?: Yes
Camp experience: On and off as needed
Mortal parent: Ada Böhler nee Frank [deceased]
Other relatives: Ferdinand Böhler [adopted father, deceased]
Emiline Böhler [half-sister, deceased]
App

1933 - Ten years old

Dear Journal,

First off, I must say hello! I have just received this lovely book full of blank parchment for me to write my thoughts in. It's Christmas and it was one of my gifts; one of my favorites at that! However, I'm actually sitting in the hospital as I write this. My baby sister is on her way. Isn't that exciting! Another Christmas gift, and it's for the whole family. I've always wanted a sibling too, ever since I was a little girl, but my parents didn't think they could have anymore children. Well, nine months ago, they found out how incorrect that diagnosis was. And now I'm going to have a baby sister! I can't wait to teach her everything I know and play games with her and make sure she does well in school when the time comes. Mum says it'll be a really big responsibility, but I know I can handle it. I want to help as much as possible. 

Oh no! I have to go! Here comes the doctor. 

Bye for now Journal,
Delmira

1938 - Fifteen years old

Journal,

Strange things have started to occur. Well, not completely, since it's been gradually occurring since a few years back, but it's getting worse. This man, Adolf Hitler, he's been president for about four years now I believe and he's doing some pretty messed up things in my opinion. I probably shouldn't have written that down, but I guess it's too late. I can't help it though. He's treating anyone that is of Jewish decent like they're not even a person. How could someone do such a thing? I really don't know whether to be frightened or happy. I'm German, so I have nothing to worry about as of right now, but I'm frightened for the lives of those people and what could come to any of us if one little thing goes wrong. I just hope he changes his mind about them. I used to know a lot of good people that were Jewish. A couple were my friends. But now they're gone and live somewhere called the... ghetto, I think? Either way, I know it's not a nice place. I just wish this all would end. I wish I could stop it. I wish, there was something I could do other than sit here and write in this book. 

I have to go for now. Mum's calling for dinner. 

Love,
Delmira

1941 - Eighteen years old

Journal,

Mama and Papa did a terrible, but admirable thing. In our home, we are now housing a family of Jewish people. There is a mama, a papa, a son, and a daughter. The boy is only thirteen, while the daughter is ten. My parents won't tell me how they know the people or how they even came to meet them, but they seem nice enough. The only thing that worries me is getting found out. What would happen to us? I know it's selfish to think that when their lives are on the line more than ours, but I don't want anything to happen to my family. My sweet, sweet sister is only eight years old and my parents are too good of people to lose their lives at such a young age. I'm just not ready for that kind of thing to happen. But then I think about their family, and I know that those children are probably thinking the same thing and so are the parents. But, they've always had to think that way, because they've been literally hunted down for years. How they're still here, I'll never know, but I suppose... I'm glad they are. 

On a side note, my parents have put me in charge of their education, as well as my little sister's. I'm sort of like a governess. Minus the pay of course. But I don't mind. I find it fascinating and somewhat fun, trying to teach the kids new things. They're all on different levels, but it's not hard to teach them the appropriate lessons. At least it gives us all something to do too. I still go out and do things with my friends, but they're down in a basement all day. So, it doesn't bother me to keep some of my time for them. They need it more than I at this point.

Well, it's off to bed I go.

Gute Nacht (goodnight),
Delmira

1942 - Nineteen years old

Journal,

They killed him! They killed my Papa. Oh, journal, I don't even know what to do right now. Please excuse my handwriting as I'm sure it's a mess. My hands are shaking so and my vision is blurry from tears, but I had to write. All I have left is this journal and writing.

It was early morning yesterday and I was playing the piano like I do every morning. A long crash came from the door as it was knocked to the ground by Nazi soldiers. My eyes grew wide as my parents started yelling and getting in the way of my sister and I. The soldiers were screaming at them as well, as a couple more raided our basement, pulling the family from beneath our house and out the door. I didn't know what to do but stand there frozen, holding my sister close. But we were soon broken up when they had gotten through our parents and grabbed a hold of us. By this time, I had been screaming too. I didn't want to go with them. I didn't want to leave my family. What was going to happen to us? Were we going to die was all I could think? They dragged us out of our own home, my parents screaming to stay with us, but they were separating us. My father began to fight; to try to get to us. He had punched the guard holding him and as he ran toward me, a bullet wen through his chest. I remember screaming "Papa! Papa! No, Papa!" as they continued to take me away. My heart was racing, the tears were falling rapidly down my cheeks. His lifeless body just laid there like dirt. No one even tried to help him or get him out of the way. They just continued on like he was a piece of trash on the pavement. My Papa. My poor Papa. That was the last image I had of him and the last one I will ever have of him.

I was stuffed in the back of a truck with lots of other people. The only ones I recognized was my little sister who clung to me as soon as she noticed I was there, and the little Jewish boy who did the same as my sister. I was all they had. I was all they would have, as we were transported to a separate camp than everyone else. When we got there, we were searched and undressed as they looked us over. I felt humiliated and even more so when they cut all of our hair off and then tattooed us with a serial number that was also on our clothing. We were no longer people to them, but objects and numbers. I'm sure you're wondering how I still have my journal. Honestly, I don't know myself. All I know is someone would find it and then I would get upset and try to hold onto it. After that, they forgot all about it, like they had never seen it. I didn't understand what was happening. I guess I will never find out.

Someone's coming! I must go!

Until next time,
57X83  

1943 - Twenty years old

Journal,

I'm growing weak. I don't know how much more of this I can take Journal, and I'm pretty sure they've figured it out. I've been transported to a different bunker than the one I had been sleeping in. My sister disappeared a few days ago and I can't locate her. I have the worst feeling in my gut that she is no longer alive. I don't know what to do Journal. I can't get out of here and I'm pretty sure I'm going to die. I don't want to die. I'm only twenty and I have a life I want to live. I had ambitions and plans for my future. But my poor sister. She was only ten. Ten. The age I got you. She had barely lived. And Kristof, I haven't seen him lately either. Why do these things have to happen? I just don't understand how this world could have turned so bad because of one man. There I go again, writing things I shouldn't. But I suppose it doesn't really matter. The soldiers keep forgetting I have this thing every time they discover it. It's the strangest thing. There's been this horrible smell lingering around here. It smells like something rotting, but I don't know what it is. It turns my stomach and makes me want to throw up. I wish this would all end. I just want to be out of this place. 

Bed time. Another busy day ahead, if I can survive anymore of this. 

Goodnight,
57X83

1943 - Two days later

I'm free. I'm completely and utterly confused. But, I'm free.

It was just last night when I had escaped the concentration camp. A girl (well, she's not really a girl; she's actually a Goddess?) found me. It was night time and I had been asleep. She woke me from my slumber, which startled me at first, but she told me to be as quiet as possible so we didn't alert the soldiers. After that, she told me that I was a daughter of the God Hypnos and I should go with her. At first I questioned her and thought that maybe the fumes had gotten to her head. A lot of people at the camp had started to go crazy for multiple reasons. Surely she had to be making it up. But, she wasn't. She explained to me why the guards kept forgetting my journal and then she went on to explain to me about who she was and if I joined her as a hunter, I could leave that place for good. I would be immortal and safe. Honestly, I had nothing else to lose, as sad as that sounds. My Mama was probably gone and my Papa was gone. My sister was gone and I'm sure if she was, my brother probably was too. I had nothing left to lose, so I accepted her offer.

As soon as she helped me out of that wretched place, I felt tremendously better. The color had reappeared on my face. My hair had grown back out to it's natural length. I was in clothing other than those nasty pajama like outfits. Everything was back to normal. Um, correction.. Everything was better. Normal was not what I would call finding out I was a demi-god and that I was now going to be a hunter and live forever. I never knew such things existed. Of course, I knew of the legends or myths, but I never thought it was real.

It was after we were settled when she asked me the question. 'What shall I call you?' I had to think about it. I still remembered my name of course. I would always remember myself as Delmira Elisabeth Böhler. But when I looked at her and opened my mouth, I just simply said - "Mira. My name is Mira." Guess that'll be my name from now on.

I must go now. It's time to keep moving.

Glad to be back. Much love,
Mira

2014 - Ninety-one years old (still looks twenty)

Journal,

Wow, it's been so long. I'm so sorry I've neglected you. A lot has happened ever since I joined Artemis as a hunter. I've learned how to use my powers. I've learned that I was claimed by my father and that was why I was able to do the things I did. I've met a lot of people and I've done a lot of good things. It's a crazy life, being who I am. There are monsters and other demi-gods. There are mermaids and satyrs and many other creatures I would have never dreamed were real. It's an amazingly odd life, but I've learned to love it. Lately, we've been at this place called Camp Half-blood. It's a camp for demi-gods to stay if they don't have a home or if they do, but they need the safety. I don't really know what's safe anymore though, with the Golden Fleece stolen. But everyone seems to be hanging in there. Oh! I have siblings here too! That was a wonderful discovery. It was weird at first, but I love them and have grown close to the majority of them. It gives me a sense of family that I used to have. Of course, the hunters do that as well. How could they not be family after traveling and living with them since I was twenty years old? There's just one thing missing sadly. A man. I know that sounds weird and somewhat stupid in my position, but I really want to fall in love. Once again I have written something I shouldn't have. But I felt the need to talk about it. I'm not allowed to be with a man while I am a hunter. But, I want to fall in love. I want to feel what my parents felt. I want to be wanted and loved. Is that really a bad thing? But I'm so conflicted. Artemis saved my life and I owe her everything for that, but... I don't know.

I have to go though. Don't know when I will be able to write again. I will talk to you as soon as possible.

Love,
Delmira Elisabeth Böhler - Now and forever on known as Mira

Codeword: Cerberus