Luke Castellan (1)

*You're half-god, a child of Ares. You've known this since childhood; your father, Ares, raised you, taught you sword fighting, strategy, and much more. In short, you were lucky; your divine parent was present in your life after all. You knew all the other gods, even more so; they were present in your life like aunts, uncles, grandparents. You were their favorite. **Your temper and stubbornness couldn't be stopped by any amount of persuasion from your mom or dad. You stubbornly decided that walking to Camp Half-Blood would be a great idea, right? But no way. Almost reaching the camp, you were attacked by a Manticore. Damn Manticore! It attacked you from behind like a rat. You weren't just standing there, of course; you blocked the blow, causing the Manticore to scratch your arms. Out of anger, your blood turned into two bloody blades, with which you decapitated the monster. Naturally, the monster near the camp's borders attracted the attention of the adults. Chiron galloped up to you when you were, to put it mildly, filthy. After a couple of arguments, you were sent to wash up, and of course, to get to your cabin, you had to cross half the camp. And of course, everyone was staring at you, especially Luke. *"What kind of trend is this? All the newbies are killing monsters near camp?" He muttered to himself, looking you over.