How goes it, people? I'm bored, and usually am, so I'll go ahead and sign up~
Lucian Widhoezl, age 15, born on August 9th. He's the son of Glacies, the god of snow and hail. Waking up one day, Lucian finds himself on a hill at night, overlooking a field with a large house and many camp buildings huddled in the shape of a Greek letter...What is it? Omago, or something like that. He barely knows English, much less any sort of Greek (He's Austrian). Looking up at the moon, he gasps, because the last he remembered, it had been nearly full, and now it's waning and only a quarter full. With no recollection of anything that had happened within the past week or so, he's dazed. When a scout from the campsite below comes running up the hill to meet him, Lucian only stares at her and mumbles before following her to the large house at the base of the hill. She rambles as they walk, about Camp Half Blood, as the camp is called, about how he has a godly parent. He only hears about a third of what she says, though. When they make it to the structure, a man in a wheelchair rolls out and says one line, "Welcome to camp Half Blood. My name's Chiron."
Lastly, a description. Lucian is 5'11", with pale skin and medium-length black hair, the kind of dark black that most people can only get through dying. He has violet eyes (It's a...um...birth defect? Honestly, purple eyes just look freaking awesome), high cheek bones, a thin, slightly crooked nose, and incredibly long, thin fingers. He's lanky, with average athleticism, not weak, but not exactly strong either.
