User blog comment:Techne/Who's Who: The Half-Blood Fan Fiction Wiki Edition!/@comment-2055812-20101019174020

Here is Sam, the narrator of my story, Fear and Quick Feet, that was recently published (shameless self-advertising, folks). This didn't take quite as long as I expected; Sam usually isn't particularly cooperative...

Name: Samantha Elliott Barrish. I’m named after my grandfather whose middle name is also Elliott.

Nicknames: Most people call me Sam, although I don’t object to Samantha. But don’t you dare to call me Sammie! I’ll have your head if you do!

Gender: Female

Birthday: November 17

Age: 17

Family: My mortal family consists of my mother, Julia, and my stepfather Mitch. My immortal family, however, is made up from my father, Hermes, my aunts, uncles, grandparents and the occasional cousins’ sisters’ nephews. Half of the time I don’t know how I’m related to someone, only that I do.

Location: Currently, Camp Half-blood

Quote: The enemy does not play nice.

About me: I’m the unofficial babysitter of the Hermes cabin. Well, not really. But I do have the tendency to look after my siblings and worry about them (Travis calls me the mother-hen; needless to say that I don’t particularly approve). I’m also the official cynic of the cabin – people tell me to lighten up all the time. I’d like to see them staying constantly positive in the middle of this rag-tag group of trouble-makers that happen to be my siblings. No wonder I’m so easily irritated even by the smallest of things.

Who I’d Like to Meet: George W. Bush. No, seriously. I’d like to meet him face to face and discuss politics with him – and then could shoot down all of his views spectacularly.

Interests: Swords and knives (and other pointy objects as well – I find them fascinating for some reason), history, tinkering with things like cell phones (although Mom prohibited me from touching anything in the house after that one incident with a toaster…)

Dislikes: Spring, cats (mean little things, they are!), crowds, anyone and anything that threatens my family.

Expert in: Stealing things. My dad is the god of thieves after all!

Languages: Besides English, I’m fluent in Ancient Greek (naturally, since I’m a demigod), and I’m not too bad on French either.

Music: Classical and alt-rock, though I’m not too picky about my music.

Film: The Naked Gun films

TV: I don’t watch much TV nowadays, but historical documents are always fascinating.

Books: Like with music, I’m not picky about books. Romance and chic-lit make me gag, though.

Heroes: People who risk their lives and futures to save others, like Harriet Tubman, my half-sister.

Status: Alive… but there is always a monster or two out there who wants to question that fact.

Hometown: Portland, Oregon

Favorite Food: Italian

Favorite Drink: Any soda is fine

Looks: Chris tells me that I would be seriously pretty if I wouldn’t scowl all the time. Other than that I have dark brown hair and brown eyes that look black in certain light.

Distinguishing features: Height. You simply cannot not notice it. I mean, come on, I’m taller than most guys of my age!

Body type: Athletic. Coltish too, I suppose, because of my long legs. Oh yeah, and tall. Did I already mention it?

Occupation: Student and a camper at Camp Half-blood.

Education: I skipped most of high-school due to… er, family matters, but I still managed to make it to my senior year.

Secret weapon: My sword, Ydrárgyros, and a knife.

Special powers: Teleporting, courtesy of my father, the god of travelers. I’m not too fond of it though, since I have absolutely no sense of direction.

The most embarrassing thing in my life: That idiot son of Apollo, what’s-his-name, once cursed me. It took two weeks for the rhyming to stop! I couldn’t open my mouth at all, it was too embarrassing…

No one knows this but… I’m secretly terrified of clowns.

The best thing about me: I’m eternally loyal to my family.

Bad habits: Stealing things. I suppose I’m bit of a kleptomaniac. Also that being eternally loyal to my family thing, because I tend to ignore everyone else.

The oddest thing about my person: Besides being a demigod (or my height)? Probably my lack of sense of direction. I can get lost anywhere.