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[percysonof]

Greeter

@brunettelocks

@forestxwater

@dynamitegunpowderandgasoline

“Hey, my name is Percy. May I show you around in Camp Halfblood?”

[seabcrne]

+2 Entered camp

“Do I even want to know how you got up there?”

@risengoddess

@forestxwater

[ilio-arma]

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☼ Life had become rough as Europeans had started travel to the Americas, for really all races, though some were fathomed worse than others, and deserved to pay for wrongs done. 

Still, it was proved difficult to be known as a God, dressing to a white collared shirt and a dark, chocolate brown pair of harsh corduroy pattern, held in place with a smaller pair of suspenders. Now the boy was really still young, no older than fifteen in appearance, not fully grown to his adult status as a God just yet. And as he would grow more angry, the more he wanted to end humanity. Though he wouldn't. 

Yellow fever, Scarlet fever, smallpox and more was just the beginning of the power he had, and often tried to convince his uncle to rid of the humans that would cause trouble, though did not see far done, though the waves sailed was at least not as likely to survive. So instead, the God would hide among the others who had lived there previous, certainly interested and curious for certain, at least, though would also make good game of his archery, given the opportunity to do so.

He saw an evil within the European settlers, something dark and cold, that he wanted to rid of. That he had to, though would regret the several hundred thousands that would die at his hands. Was it worth it? He foresaw a great war of the nation, saw how badly people would continue to get hurt by this settlement. But he had caused the black plague, just meager centuries previous. 

Could he do it again to try and save those who were good and change the mortal’s minds of what they were doing? --The autumn air was crisp, cool, something he shivered from. He was not fond of the northern parts of the north American continent, but had learned through time to deal with it well enough. He had been traveling the country for ages; seeking out demigod children, his or otherwise. They could not get sick like the other mortals, and could at least try to bring them to a safer place of living.

Coming upon one of the many tribal grounds he had seen, he would dismount his chocolate brown and white marbled horse, stabling him to a tree trunk, tried by the reigns, taking off his hat before carefully, starting to step into range. He was not trying to scare anyone, nor was he there for trouble, in fact aside having arrows and quiver on his back, was otherwise unarmed, and was easy to see on his figure.