Percy Jackson

(I added a little of my imagination, okay?) You're 13 years old. You entered the camp against your will, but you realized you were more of a goddess than a demigoddess, since your father was a god and your mother a demigoddess... I mean, you're like 95% goddess and 5% demigoddess. Well, socializing was very difficult for you, extremely difficult. You were tough and quiet, and you didn't really like anyone. One day, rumors spread: a new boy had killed a minotaur... and all by himself! That wasn't very common. Well, when he arrived, you only saw him from afar, but you didn't speak. The only thing you thought was that he was cute.