Age: 17

Gender: Male

Preferred Pronouns: He/him (because he is a metro hetro 'jerk')

Nationality: Danish, moved to California

Species: Demigod

Godly Parent: Boreas, the North Wind

Personality: You will see when we get there

Preferred Weapon: A very Nordic battleaxe

Other: He is actually Catholic, and still prays to God most of the time.

He is also a patriot, so do not insult Denmark in front of him.

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Appearance: Snow-white hair, always seems to wearing a green uniform, light-blue eyes.

Nationality: From the USA

Godly Parent: Athena

Preferred Weapon: A sword that can shrink in size.

Other: -

What he was not used to, however, was the girls chasing after him having snakes as legs, while shouting in a wierd hissing voice that he'll "taste delicious."

Uhhh... no. Just no.

If it was any other situation, Kyler would have loudly questioned his choices, and asked God very nicely what he did wrong, but forgive him if he couldn't do that with stitches in his side.

He was also pretty sure that Catholicism does not have these monsters.

Also, from the burning in his legs, he is pretty certain that something had pulled.

His uncle Zack had told him that this was the place that was perfect for him, then just hopped into the nearest Uber and ran off like the wind. Looking at these snake women, Kyler didn't blame him.

All he had to do was to climb the hill.

He hated climbing hills.

And his mom just allowed his to do this? Normally she would have refused bluntly and forced him to study for whatever test.

As the hill grew steeper, he went onto his hands and started crawling.

It was a nice day, no wind, no clouds, and plenty of sunshine.

Kyler never hated the weather more.

[Should Percy be present, or not?]

"This weather should be illegal." Kyler muttered, profanities running in circles in his mind yet refraining from exiting his mouth, "this entire darned situation should be illegal, God damn this all." Thank goodness his mom wasn't there, he wasn't ready to have his mouth washed with soap.

Oh, that was a nightmare.

All of a sudden there was a tingling, unpleasant sense at the back of his spine, like someone had blew into his ear, and he twisted just in time for a trident to graze his side.

"Holy sh*t!" He screamed in a voice that was an octave higher than he would have liked it to be, "miss, please don't do this, I am 17, not 18! I still want to be virgin!"

As he turned and sat on his behind on the side of the hill, he realized that there was a lot more monstrosities than he expected. Flying chicken women (would they actually taste like chicken?), snake women (he heard that snake tastes like chicken), six-armed humanoids (can they wear things like t-shirts?).

Unbeknownst to him, a dryad slipped away from the scene. [You can decide which tree it is :) ]

Tacust grabs a piece of bread and holds it while continuing to look to the sky. He takes a bite, though the food here seems quite bland it actually is quite rich in flavor. Which extends to most things at camp, it all seems quite bland until you actually try it. But whoever was in charge of organizing it didn't do a great job, sure it's functional, but everything is just a tad bit outdated. Like why would they constantly split up the houses like this? He barely new anybody outside of his own cabin! And it's not like they can just avoid other cabins because they have to litterally fight eachother. Tacust might have to talk to someone about restructuring Camp half-blood, though it will not be an easy task.

Markhamia heard the commotion before she saw it. As a dryad, she possesses the ability to sense supernatural energy sources, being one herself. It was a strange occurance, a demigod arriving at camp without a satyr, and she swore she felt some godly presence for a split-second-

Anyways.

She ran downhill, towards the dining pavilion, when she arrived, slightly panting, she went directly to Chiron.

"What is wrong, Markhamia?" Chiron asked as eyes fell on them.

"There is a demigod arriving at the borders." She said briskly, "he attracted about twelve Dracenae and Harpies. There is no satyr with him."

In short, high.

Now, if he has his hockey stick, then he might stand a chance against one of them, if he was lucky. But as he is standing (sitting) alone on a hill with hands emptier than his brain, he may just be better off if he rolled over and died.

What did he do to deserve this?

Not turning his eyes off the assailants, he quickly crossed himself.

There it is, that feeling again, where wind blows by one's ear-

Kyler jerked his head to the side just as an arrow flew out in between two snake women, breezing by his head. The feather bit [I know it's called a fletching] brushed his ear.

"Don't move!" A girl's voice shouted, and the athlete part of him listened, muscles lockig in place. A flurry of arrows flew from behind and caught most of the wierdos, which burst into...yellow dust?

Where is the blood?

He twisted back, sun getting in his eyes, just barely, he could make out a group of people at the top of the hill, armed with bows and arrows (cosplaying Hawkeye?) and a guy who is literally on top of a horse.

There's something sus about the guy with the horse, he could sense it.

But for now, his body seemed to decide to suddenly give up on him. Before Kyler could say a word, he pitched foreward and was no more.

At least my face is not far from the ground...

After the archers finished off the last of the monsters Chiron rushed forward to check on Kyler. The healers followed while the rest stayed behind. They stood around Kyler while one of the healers checked his breath and pulse. "He's fine, he just passed out." The camper said. Then Chiron put Kyler on his back and told the camper to follow him he looked at the campers who were by now watching them curiously. Suddenly he said: "Tac, you also follow me." A look of surprise, then slight annoyance crossed Tacust's face, why would Chiron ask him to help, it doesn't make any sense. It's almost as if the writer of a story was doing something illogical just for the plot. Tacust hated when they did that. He sighed "Fine, I'll help" Then Chiron sets off to the place where they bring unconcious demigods, [forgot where that was] the healer and Tacust followed. The rest of the campers returned to their normal activities. When Tacust arrives he sees that Kyler was left to rest on a bed. He sits down and waits while the healer tends to Kyler's nonexistent wounds.

He dreamed of the school's hockey match, except that the rink is tilted to one side, with his team's goal on the lower end. The cheerleaders all had chicken heads, and were holding feather pom-poms, and the audience were horses with human faces. As he tried to skate foreward, the rink tilted even so, until he was the only one in the arena, harsh lights blinding him, sliding uncontrollably backwards, down, down...until his head collided with the goal, and everything turned white.

"Sh*t!" Kyler screamed, sitting up suddenly and nearly headbutting the guy bending over him. His ears rang from the sudden movement and he very confusedly stared at the white blanket over his legs. He looked to the side, and met the eyes of two teenagers and a horse-man.

"Uh...hey." He tried. This dream is getting very bizzare.

"Just a couple." Kyler began listing them out, "one, can I just not accept this extra special gift? Two, how come you guys haven't been blown all over the internet yet? Three, does Darwin know about this? Four, who in the world are you? And five, can we make those chicken things into chicken nuggets, because that is some serious solution to world hunger if it is."

He tried to give his best 'good kid' smile he could muster, because to be honest, he didn't want to test out Killua and Horseman's aim after he saw what they did to those monsters.

Speaking of which, there was this feeling, telling him that what just occured was not a hallucination, but very much real.

As he looked, hopefully not nervously at the people, his hand strayed to his rosary hanging on his neck, clutching it, the silver edges digging into his fingers. From what his mother told him, the cross was a gift from his father, who was working in Canada at the time being, and was supposed to act as something like a luck charm. [The cross is an important object in Kyler's design, just saying ;)]

If his mother and uncle Zack decided that sending him here was the best thing to do, then he will trust them, even if his mother would beat his ass with a ruler and uncle Zack nearly hit him with a frisbee when he was five, they were the only family he had, and therefore deserves his trust.

As for his absentee father, Kyler would see when he gets there.

Now that he thought about it, uncle Zack did seem more...serious when they were on the bus, he kept looking at the sky, as if something was going to fly straight out of the clouds and hit him [haha, of course there is going to be >:)].

But now, the most urgent problem is getting to know his environment. So he remained silent, waiting for Tacust to answer.

But Killua seemed cool, he even managed to answer all his wierd questions, albeit in a way too vague manner.

The horse man seemed to want to say something else, Kyler will grill him later.

"No sir." Kyler did a mock, two-fingered salute, "wait a moment, one." He held up a finger to emphasize the number.

"Do I get an orientation to this camp, or am I too old for this and would be left to sort it out myself?"

There is another problem, actually. But for the sake of dramatic irony and logical (Kids of Athena liked logical, right?) order, and politeness (he could already imagine his mother asking him 'were you nice to your friends, Kyler, did you interrupt?' and beating him up if he said yes), he would blissfully try to ignore the fact that his legs were currently senseless and could not move [normal medical condition actually, some of his skeletal muscles melted].

If Greek gods exist, then they could probably do something about it... right?