Letters Home

Camp Half Blood Campers correspondence

Try to guess the divine parentage…

-Postcard of senior campers posing in front of Zeus' Fist, addressed to Tanya Summers-

Dear mom,

Capture the flag just hasn't been the same since we got that daughter of Nike.

Letter Orders-

Paul Argyle – bit about camp

Ross Arglye – mentions how they've started a craze + Chiron encouraging

Creg Izenson – abilities awakening, I knew I was special

Thor Winthrup – Wanting more recreational sports

Wendy Pelletier – getting sorted out of Hermes, finally! Aeolus cabin.

Marianne Zekofsky – wanting naval studies and how poseidan's cabin's got 4

Charlie Barbar – "dad lied"

Scarlet Princeton – Petition for new camp name

Ebony Princeton – Petition for new concellor uniforms

Coral Delacruze – Hades Cabin + Nico (percy + AB and Nico arrive)

Phil Ortega – Returnees + teachers

Belle Yearling – postcard of stables, aren't they wonderful?

Loretta Graziella – Iris tent and gossip + more on returnees

Hunter Scott – letter to dad about how things are going + obelisk

Skipper Evans – Poseidan cabin and what Percy does (Percy was not happy)

Mercutio Tutiliani – exploding Hermes cabin, gods being slow, Hilary invade

Ramona Winneford – gossip

Elizabeth Rush – being compared to Annabeth + new teachers + old demigods

Sean Argyle – about cabin mates and war and Jett's story

Dilan Gathegi – Zeus takin overflow, families displaced, Hera becoming daycare

Maya Washington – camp layout (mom = Ciarra Washinton)

Helen Swan – getting to see Father everyday. Spelling lessons. Pollux = sad

Angus Mondeigo – capture the flag

Coral Delacruze – improving hades cabin + thanatose kid in tent next door, visit

Brenna LeLièvre – (writes with dialogue) Is observant + descriptive.

Wendy Pelletier – 1/2 adopting tiny Janus kids next door, cabins for titan kids -

Arthur Caraval – new classes + chariot races

Axel Rhodes – more on chariot races (to Martha Rhodes)

Lucas Pitt-Bradley – camp division + hierarchy

Paul Argyle – more on the war + young Hypnos kid moves in (uncle!)

Belle Yearling – Picture of firery foal – gift to one of Helio's kids

*Leiv Fairbairn – Muses arranging play, supplemental classes for year-rounders?

Alec Cunningham – all the creatures and stuff around

Phoenix Williams – competition, renovations, new kids, chariot race 1

*Phil Ortega – pulled a Pan, selene kids showed up last night

Lilah Denzel – New kids, random minor god kids, hestia, eris, etc.

Agnus Mondeigo – capture the flag + daughter of Nike

Skipper Evans – sending Carolina a gift + Oracle + Percy dream

Loretta Graziella – Crazy hotel being busted + hermes + Iris

Coral Delacruze – back from visit, alter, new girl in cabin

Patrick Birch – bribing Nike, crazy woods

Thor Winthrup – Tournament announced

Scarlet Princeton – alliances for tournament

Ebony Princeton – falling out from tournament

Marianne Zekofsky – everyone at this camp is crazy + annabeth

Melody O'Mally – concert and Apollo visiting oracle

Creg Izenson – inspecting camp defenses

Arthur Caraval - training

Ross Argyle – more on war

Mercutio Tutiliani – pranks

Patty Copenhein – a girl from hecate said that Demeter + hecate were the same!

Belle Yearling – postcard, the horses are restless

*Dilan Gathegi – Tournament lay out

Helen Swan – dad's been gone a lot

Elizabeth Rush – Annabeth's out again with percy, nico + oracle

Ramona Winneford – grand prize rumor

Lilah Denzel – got claimed, a bunch of kids got claimed

Axel Rhodes – Tournament! Olympics! Clarrise?

*Brenna Leliévre – has been sorted, with many others, but something feels off

Agnus Mondeigo – going to wreck Hecate

Coral Delacruze – the resorting confused people, kid o' Charon, Eris, and unrest

Loretta Graziella – Tournament starts tomorrow and everyone's excited

Sean Argyle – the tournament did not start well

Maya Washington – broken stuff

Hunter Scott – what's happening up there, dad?

Ernie Bell – Dad(Hermes) stopped by today.

Charlie Barbar – I think Percy should let us help him.

Alec Cunningham – surprise tournament challenges. Something odd

*Wendy Pelletier – the B-brothers got sabotaged!

Paul Argyle – realizing that not everyone has someone to write to…

Sunny Prescott – Chiron's making sure I know all this cool medical stuff!

Scarlet Princeton – Artemis' hunt's shown up

Ebony Princeton – They're arguing with us again + theyre hiding something

Patrick Birch – The satyrs are all hiding in the strawberry patches

Thor Winthrup – Tournament monsters got real intense. Eris + Nike fighting

Coral Delacruse – Nico keeps leaving, Lacey's real nervous. I don't know.

Murcutio Tutiliani – Nike got beat up. Food fights

Axel Rhodes – We almost wrecked in chariot races. Interrupted. Clarisse?

Skipper Evans – The sky's all stormy and the seas are choppy. Someone's nuts

Arthur Caraval – Zeus is nuts! Thalia agreed and vanished

Lucas Pitt-Bradley – Our old heroes are trying to be heroes again, oracle

Ross Argyle – Earthquakes. Jett's been hanging around the Obelisk.

Pheonix Williams – Climbing wall was rigged. People injured. Don't know who

Marianne Zekofsky – Our teachers are being called off. Anarchy is rising! Chaos!

Angus Mondeigo – Plants are not happy

Lilah Denzel – Mercutio won foot race and now I can't find him.

Loretta Graziella – Tournament's almost over. It's been causing damage…

Creg Izenson – repairing

Helen Swan – Dad came back just to tell us about final challenge. All participate

*Phil Ortega – a course appeared out of no where. Can't even see all of it.

Adam Dwyn – mom, I don't know if you're getting this, but I could use some help

Lacy Gray – To Coral, please come back. (it had no stamp/address & is returned)

(as of right now… with 2 updates a week, this fanfic's going to last at least a year.)

(I have to add in there somewhere that the Zeus kids agree to accept some of Herme's overflow because Zeus is the god of hospitality, and then when Percy's like 'we'll take some too. I don't care' they're all like 'no! Posidon no likey!')

Uranus'S TRYING TO TAKE OVER THE CAMP! Or something… Regain power or something… That'd work. Seems a bit epic for an episulary novel fanfic, but whatevs.

Okay, Uranus is too epic, but I thought of something perfect! It's the Norse Gods! They started out just conversing and being nostalgic and then, of course, the question of who's better comes into play. They're forced to agree not to fight themselves because that would wreck the world so they decide to have their kids have a nice tournament. Then they argue about who should host the tournament and on whose turf it should be held (when they try to just pick some neutral turf, it turns out it's already been claimed by a God in another religion, like reservation territory and pagan gods and hindu gods, etc.) so they're still arguing and then Greek gods point out that their kids are already having a tournament so the Norse Gods say they'll just bet on which one of their kids they think will win and the Greek gods are all like 'you can't do that' and the Norse Gods are like 'why not?' squabble squabble squabble, betting, alliances, pranks, sabatoge! I love it! So at the very end of the fic we find out that it's been the Greek Gods fighting the Norse Gods the whole time and if I make a sequel, it will be the Norse Gods' kids versus the Greek Gods' kids. I'm a genius! (that's one of the reasons for the delay in sorting at one point because some of the Gods wanted to give themselves some surprise competators. ^^ that and the Gods are lazy.)

To be continued later ^^ I rock 3

Plotlines:

Hade's new cabin – Set into the ground, black obsidian, the front façade is delicately engraved, and the back half is raw rock.

Petitioning for more recreactional sports (so there's more than just volleyball)

Havic at chariot races (crazy people! It's chaos!)

New teachers

(There's a debate about getting some new classes in so they're inviting back some alums that have free summers to help teach some classes. It'll be properly started the next year so the alums are really just visiting this year)

New Classes

Capture the flag

New kids + claiming kids

Petitions for new camp name + councellor shirt colors

Pranks

Romance gossip

What the main characters are doing

Rivalries

Oracle… (Rachel Elizabeth Dare)

… adventures…

… kids out of crazy hotel…

Characters:

Returnees:

Aphrodite- 1 hopeless romantic girl (Angelina)

Eros- N/A

Apollo – Herb Wachsberger (good old Herb Wachsberger!)

Muses – 1 Art history dude

Graces – Robin Good

Ares – 1 big guy (Byron Yates – teaches wrestling and throwing.)

Athena – 2 girls (Becky, and obnoxious 'knows too much about religious history' one)

Alexandria (Alex) Strayhorn, Marie-Laure John

Demeter – Small + cute Daneile (Danny) Mitchell, tall and serene Charlotte (Charley)

Dyon – 2 crazy/fun/spaz guys "Word up, dad!" "Hi, Pop!" Frank Nestle, the inebriator, built, has a luscious, brown, curly haired kinda soft Mohawk + a lot of piercings. Is studying business (networking + Entrepreneurialism). Is an amateur wine taster. Thinks it would be nice to own a vineyard. Is good at math. B.C. Herring is same height, same shoulders, but much thinner, less muscle, has long, straight, sandy hair with long bangs that fall in his face. When he's serious, he ties it over his shoulder with a long ribbon. 3 Studies Language + library studies. Thinks it would be nice to one day own a record shop. Is good at biology + anything that one can be good at by simply memorizing the textbook. Frank + B.C. are both good surfers.

Hades – N/A

Thanatose – 1 chill dude w/ angry eyes, nice smile, and torn wing tattoos (Cliped)

Heph – 1 big girl (Vienna)

Helios – Pheobe Zimmerman – owner of the sun horse foal

Hermes – Hilary Third: the amazing spaz fencer, Carlos the ninja dude, and a really old guy: Dr. Dominic Charles Elohim Pompei – the 100yr old WWII vet history teacher

Muse – has prophetic books from her grandmother who turned down being the prophet.

1 goddess of childbirth midwife lady at daycare (took too many abortion pills as a teen)

some naiads

Campers:

Aphrodite Cabin:

Ramona Winneford – gossip girl

Lucas Pitt-Bradley

Scarlet + Ebony Princeton – complainees

Silena Beauregard

Piper?

Drew – former head

Lacy -

Alphonse Diedrick

Romeo Schuyler

Vira Sundari

Hadrian Kelly

Harmony Brosnan

Chastity Cotton

Aiko Umeki

David + Darla Wilde

O'Keefe Foster

Eros:

Seraphim (Sara) Fletcher

The Wind Cabin:

Aeolus:

Jason Roessler, 1 terrified boy, almost had 2, but he flew out of control + died

Boreas-North:

Calais and Zetes (Zethes) - 2 terrified winged boys

Notus-South:

Wendy Pelletier - in yo' face older English girl

Zephyr-West: -

Eurus-East:

Zephyr Van Tyne - annoyed boy

Stefan (Fanny) Kalipha

Apollo Cabin:

Hunter Scott – to dad – (Lucille's kid)- didn't know mom's address, but got dad's

Pheonix Williams – to mom – (actor's kid)

Melody O'Mally – (cellists kid)

Samantha (Sunny) Prescott – Katherine's daughter

Sean Argyle

Will Solace - head

Chris Rodriguez – Hermes?

Lute and Viola (Lullaby) Johnson- Shannon's baby twins

Aria Black

Carmen Ma

Pheobe Abner

Patch Coalridge

Nelly Lane

Jazz Neilson

Lil' Justin Weaver

Lenette Carmichael

Muses: (Zeus + Mnemosyne's kids)

Symphony Stevens

The Graces: (Zeus + Eurynome's (daughter of Oceanus) kids)

Aglaia (Splendor), Euphrosyne (Mirth), Thalia (Good Cheer):

Charity (toddler living with family)

Ares Cabin:

Axel Rhodes

Thor Winthup

Clarisse La Rue – head councellor

Mark?April

Sherman? McLandry

Erica D'amato

Donovon Buck

Hannah Roper – cowgirl, all bark, no bite

Rupert Levy

Natasha Timberfeld

Athena Cabin:

Marianne Zekofsky(sp?) – to dad – writes about how they won't teach her naval studies

("I swear, the only inter-god activities we have are fighting and eating!")

Alec Cunningham –

Elizabeth (Beth) Rush – new and compared to Annabeth Chase a lot

Annabeth Chase

Malcolm? Poleman Assistant head concellor

Moira Carr-Panning

Qian Wen Liu

Brian Hillcrest

Marcus Anthony

Sophie Kennedy

Charon Tent:

Edi Quen

Demeter Cabin:

Agnus Mondeigo

Angus Mondeigo

Miranda Gardiner – head councellor in Lost Hero

Katie Gardner – Head Councellor

Patty Copenhein

Tarra Sadasa

Dionysis Cabin:

Helen Swan

Castor + Pollux Theodore – head

Liber Tippett

Eos:

Leiv Fairbairn (his dad: "you telling me I don't raise my child right?")

Enyo Cabin: (goddess of war)

Ashley Tetzlaff

Eris's Cabin :

Caine Flannery

Apple

Gaea: (just for fun, there'll be one)

Adam Dwyn

Hades Cabin:

Coral Delacruze – writes to mom + Greg - writes often about Nico and her cabin:

Nico di Angelo – head councellor, considered quiet, moody, annoying, but helpful

Lacey Gray – 5 year old from crazy hotel, very quiet and cute and lost looking

Lacy's prized possession is a celtic engraved skull (Alphonsia Pacino)

Hebe: (daughter of Hera, goddess of eternal youth) (Married Hercules)

Deianira Nenet

Hecate:

Lou Ellen – head counselor

Houdini

Russel Croise (has green bangs)

Helios:

Phil Ortega -

Elanor Roth (lotr ref)

Tony Bear

Hepheastus Cabin:

Maya Washington – defense girl - mom is Ciarra Washington

Creg Izenson (Flint) – can make a fire out of anything

Jake Mason – Head councilor

Leo – star member

Christopher

Nyssa – older chick

Shane –

Harley – 8 year old girl

Tony Gelado

Jack Niece

Haine Suzunami – trinket girl

Hermes Cabin: It's overflowing!

Patrick Birch- possibly 1/2 nymph (and part Apollo?)

Mercutio Tutiliani - Hermes

Lilah Denzel – possible Zeus

Brenna LeLièvre – possible Athena? – writes in description + Dialogue

Conner + Travis Stoll – head counselors (Travis is elder)

Toodles Tremain – Hermes

Kendra Garnet – possible Hecate

Ernie Bell - Hermes

Sanjay Rhiter – possible Demeter (Astarte) or Aphrodite

Alice Webb – possible Athena

Reeba + Rohita Kadambi - Hermes

Diego Valencia – possible Apollo

Ester Cohen/Gershom Jonas – she gets picked on a lot -possible Zeus

Maya Fredricson - Hermes

Heather Lemay - Hermes

Kylie Vidor – possible Aeolus

Brent Carlise – Hermes

Lynn Xie – Hermes

Kay Larkins - ?

Taylor Shenkarow - ?

Harold Lum – Hermes

Mayes C Steward - ?

Joel Hecker-Mill - ?

Jordan Shore - ?

More to come- (I will get to 30!) 26/30

Hestia:

Virginia – strange circumstances of birth – came out of Hestia's flame and Hestia allowed her to stay in her cabin.

Uri Harta - she was thrown into a fire as a baby and is in Juno's daycare

Hypnos (cabin 15)

Clovis

Ximena Poppy (7)

Isis Tent: (Behind Hera's cabin)

Loretta Graziella - Olive skinned one – bubbly teenager (Adrina? Angelica?)

Butch – head (big w/ a rainbow tattoo. Good with horses) (real name is Cassidy)

Andwele Birungi - Dark blue – tall, older boy (Adwin?) (Andez)

Kimimela (Kimi) Oklahoma - Indian red – small, angry girl

(Aleshanee? Cree/Lakota? Sequoia? Amitola?)

Janus:

Ai-Ling Cooper-Smith (3)

Jayme Vandusen (5) (they speak nonsense all the time)

Morpheus: (Thanatos' brother)

Paul Argyle – youngest

Ross Argyle (Gus? Jett? Quinn? Ross? Todd? Wade)

Jett Boyd (Sandy)

Nike:

Skyler Terris

Nemesis:

Darius Mandana

Aido:

Dilan Gathegi

Persephone:

Summer Darling (baby they managed to save before Hades got him)

The Pleiades (daughters of Atlas) (they're constellations, too)

Electra, Maia (mom of Hermes), Taygete, Alcyone, Merope, Celaeno, Sterope

Poseiden Cabin:

Charlie Barbar – 1 letter to mom: Dad lied.

Scipio (Skipper) Evans – barely seems to be able to stand on his own two feet

Belle Yearling – horse girl (for Bellerophon) (omg! Yearling is an animal that's a yr old

or a racehorse that's been there for a year! I didn't even mean that! That's so cool!)

Percy Jackson - head

Tyson!

Oceanus-

Pontus-

Nereus-

Triton-

Proteus-

Patrick Weldon

Selene:

- Shepherd (m) (mid teen)

- Shepherd (m) – hair gets darker as they're age

- Shepherd (f) – same height

Rook Shepherd (m) – same height

Tinsel Shepherd (f) (toddler)

(They're all still Endymion's kids)

"Are these still Endymion's kids?" "Yes" "Geez! I thought you only had 50 kids" "He's in an eternally youthful sleep, dear. I can have as many kids with him as I want." … "You're twisted."

Titan kids?

Leto (daughter of Croeus + Pheobe, mom of Artemis + Apollo) - Gloria

Zeus Cabin:

Arthur Caraval

Jason Grace - head

Duke (Deucalion) Stern (not yet in cabin! Will show up later as a baby)

Olympia Holliday

Hopkins?

Water Nymphs

Pat

Mace

Land NymphsCabin List

Zeus – 1

Hera + Ilithyia + Hebe?– 2

Poseidon – 3

Demeter – 4

Ares – 5

Athena – 6

Apollo – 7

Artemis – 8

Hephaestus – 9

Aphrodite + Eros – 10

Hermes – 11

Dionysus – 12

Hades + Persephone – 13

Hestia

Sleep Cabin – Morpheus + Hypnos – (cabin 15)

Hecate

Wind Cabin – Aeolus + Boreas, Notus, Zephyr, Eurus

Iris Tent

High Feeling Cabin – Nemesis (Righteous Anger) + Aidos…

Justice Cabin – Themis (Right/Divine Justice + Dike (Human Justice)

Nike

Eris Helios

Selene

Eos

War Brothers tent – Deimos, Phobos

War Train Cabin – Enyo, Strife, Terror, Trembling, + Panic

Love Train tent – Anteros (Avenger of slightedlove), Himeros (longing), Hymen (wedding feasts)

Janus

Muses

Graces

Erinyes (the furies) – Tisiphone, Megaera, Alecto

Pleiades

Water gods – Oceanus, Pontus, Nereus, Triton, Proteus

Titan Cabin - the Titans and the Titans' kids (that don't fit in other categories)

The Origins Cabin – Gaea, Ouranus, Nyx

Water Nymph Cabin

Land Nymph Cabin

Thanatos Tent

Charon Tent

(There are 22 new cabins, not counting the 6 new tents, so peeps whose cabins haven't been built yet and/or haven't requested a cabin and/or whose sole resident is a baby.)

(Represents some 88 gods/titans)

Participants in Chariot Race 1:

Aphrodite – Piper + Lacy

*Apollo – Will Solace + Hunter Scott

Apollo – Chris Yew + Aria Black

Ares – Axel + Thor

Ares – Clarisse + Mark

Ares + Hephaestus – Byron + Vienna

*Athena – Annabeth Chase + Malcom

Athena – Marcus Anthony + Brian Hillcrest

Demeter – Miranda Gardiner + Katie Gardner

*Dionysis + Thanatose – Frank + Roger

Enyo + Eris – Ashley Tetzlaff + Caine Flannery

Hades

*Helios – Phoebe Zimmerman + Phil Ortega

*Hephaestus – Leo + Jake Mason

*Hermes – Conner + Travis Stoll

*Hermes – Hilary Third + Carlos

*Iris + Hecate – Butch + Houdini

*Poseidon – Percy Jackson + Tyson

*Zeus – Jason Grace + Lilah Denzel

Zeus – Arthur Caraval + Olympia Holliday

Water nymph – Pat + Mace

I thought it might be a nice line to have one of the posiedan kids or something writing about another poseidan kid (or a random kid writing about a Poseidan kid) saying that he was wearing this braided pearl bracelet that looked really girl, almost grandmay and joked about it and then the kid says "yeah, well, if my mom was wearing it, she wouldn't have died." 'then Percy hit me and we didn't laugh at the bracelet anymore.'

Letter to fan: I just read The Lost Hero last week (as well as Red Pyramid). It does screw up my fic a whole lot, and I feel it's only going to get worse since the book takes place 6 months before my fic starts and there's probably going to be many more books to come. However, I'm going to do my best to make sure that the new campers that Riordan did mention (besides the main characters which I have to be careful with) are cunningly slipped into my story as best I can and continue on with the story line I had created as planned. I will stand by the number of cabins I have added because it makes more sense. Riordan really set for himself an immense challenge that it seems he could not properly handle and he's attempting to remedy his oversimplification of the Greek and Roman Pantheon which I am thankful for, although I am not satisfied with his methods. So we shall see. Thank you for reading and commenting. It does me good.

Norse kids: Nikolas, Zane, and Thornborough (there's going to be a moment of a scene where they get lost or taken and a chick, their friend/team mate, goes shouting for them at the cliffside. Just calling their names over and over again in despair, until her breath catches with tears and, ripping up the grass from beneath her in large chunks, and throwing them in vain she's cries into the wind "I hate you! I hate all of you! Dammit!" she'll tear up the earth in blind anger and throw it into the wind in vain. They cannot hear her.)

More names to mix n' match: 3

Mauro Fiore

Jon Landau

Colin Wilson

Laeta Kalogridis

Stephen Rivkin

John Refoua

Joe Letteri

Mayes C Rubeo

Deborah L Scott

Ashley Artus

Afshan Azad + Shefali Chowdhury (Padma + Parvati ^^)

Charlotte Skeoch

Steve Claydon

Simpson McKendry

Phil Mulryne (Troy –Irish Quidditch Capt)

Siobhan Ellen Williams

Christina Jastrzembska

Bronson Pelletier

Edi Gathegi

Tinsel Korey

Corinna Russo

Maria-Grazia Pompei

Roberto Marchetti

Alessandro Federico

Justine Wachsberger

Justin Shenkarow

Giovanna Yannotti

Brenna Roth

Sara Durante

Andrea Pagani

Andrew Glavina

David Paul Hewitt White

Scott Hecker

Rick Hromadka

Andy Koyama

Ai-Ling Lee

Bill Meadows

Derek Pippert

Kira Roessler

Roy Seeger

Greg Steele

Greg Zimmerman

Elohim Cervantes Tampus

Dominic Cheung

Darling

Fortuna

Sigurjón F. Gardarsson

Devin Fairbairn

Dana Jurcic

Aimee

Russell Lum

Susan MacLeod

Philippe Majdalani

Paul Maples

Claire McLachlan

Ximena Melendez

Ryan Mintenko

Jonathan Mitchell

Marie-Laure Nguyen

Martijn van Herk

Frederick Vega

Aaron Weldon

Chad Wiebe

Matt Yeoman

Sanjay Das

Kirk Larkins

Anna Terekhova

Jeff Tetzlaff

Mark Theriault

Phil Tippett

Travis Tohill

Yimi Tong

Kraig Tytus

Jayme Vandusen

Brian Ritz

Jordan Schilling

Richard Schipper

David Schnee

Randal Shore

Scott Singer

Susan Stewart

Frederick George Stuhrberg

Miguel Ortega

Eric Pascarelli

Carmen Pollard

Felix Pomeranz

Andrew Poole

Shaun Anthony Portillo

Janet Quen

Steven Quinones-Colon

Jonathan S. Ramos

Salahuddin Razul

Marie-Laure Nguyen

Tom Lamb

Jean Lapointe

Eric D Legare

David Legault

Joel LeLièvre

Ramona Popara

Fiona Van Tyne

Greek Gods vs Norse GodsThor Cabin vs Ares Cabin – round 1

Thor: "We've got a day of the week named after us! What d'you got?"

Ares: "We got a month named after us!"

Thor: "That's a Roman god, idiots!"

Ares: "Oh… well, same diff!"

Writers' Bios- in order of Appearance ^^

Paul Arglye

Sex: Male

Age: 8

Nationality: American

Cabin: Morpheus

Talent: unknown

Letter Addressee: Mother - Lauren Argyle

Writing Style: Happy + childish

Family:

Mother – Lauren Argyle (33) – Special Ed teacher

Older Brother – Ross Argyle (11) – son of Morpheus

Older Brother – Sean Argyle (14.8) – Son of Apollo

Ross Arglye

Sex: Male

Age: 11

Nationality: American

Cabin: Morpheus

Talent: unknown

Letter Addressee: Mother – Lauren Argyle

Writing Style: embarrassed older brother, but still a happy kid

Family:

Mother – Lauren Argyle (33) – Special Ed teacher

Younger Brother – Paul Argyle (8) – son of Morpheus

Older Brother – Sean Argyle (14.8) – Son of Apollo

Craig Izenson a.k.a. Flint

Sex: Male

Age: 14?

Nationality: American

Cabin: Heaphestus

Talent: Setting things on fire

Letter Addressee: Mother – Amanda Izenson

Writing Style – Dude, woh

Family:

Mother – Amanda Izenson (44) – Grocer

Thor Winthrup

Sex: Male

Age: teen?

Nationality: American

Cabin: Ares

Talent: Beating people at sports

Letter Addressee: Mother – Jean Winthrup

Writing Style: I'm the greatest, coolest, toughest guy here, despite my size

Family:

Mother Jean Winthrup (37)

Wendy Pelletier

Sex: Female

Age: 16?

Nationality: English

Cabin: Wind Cabin – Notus

Talent: Running + Jumping

Letter Addressee: Mother – Erica Pelletier

Writing style: Chill, motherly, witty, and observant

Family –

Marianne Zekofsky

Sex: Female

Age: 13

Nationality: American

Cabin: Athena

Talent: Navagation

Letter Addressee: Father – Nicholas Zekofsky

Writing style: very educated + reasonable, steadily more frantic

Family –

Charlie Barbar

Sex: Male

Age: 17

Nationality: American

Cabin: Poseidon

Talent: water

Letter Addressee: Unknown

Writing style: Postcards: Quick + to the point

Family - ?

Scarlet Princeton

Sex: female

Age: 16

Nationality: American

Cabin: Aphrodite

Talent: business + persuasion + fashion

Letter Addressee: Father

Writing style: business always on her mind, always gets her way

Family – father, step-mom, twin sister

Ebony Princeton

Sex: Female

Age: 16

Nationality: American

Cabin: Aphrodite

Talent: Fashion

Letter Addressee: Father

Writing style: knowledgable ditz who mimics her sister

Family – father, step-mom, twin sister

Coral Delacruse

Sex: female

Age: 12

Nationality: American

Cabin: Hades

Talent: Acting + Rocks + Earth

Letter Addressee: Mom + Step-dad

Writing style: knows she's cool, informative, sarcastic… blah

Family – Alice + Greg Hollman

Alice = Vet assistant, painter

Greg = farmer, cow-herder ^^ cowboy

Phil Ortega

Sex: Male

Age: 14

Nationality: American

Cabin: Helios

Talent: Telling the Time

Letter Addressee: younger Sister – Lisa Ortega

Writing style: good big bro

Family – Mom, dad, lil sister

Belle Yearling

Sex: Female

Age: 9

Nationality: American

Cabin: Poseidon

Talent: Horses

Letter Addressee: Mom + Dad

Writing style: lovable Postcards about horses

Family – Mom + dad

Lorietta Graziella a.k.a. Lori

Sex: Female

Age: 14

Nationality: Italian/Greek

Cabin: Iris

Talent: Talking

Letter Addressee: Dad – Linus Graziella

Writing style: Happy, Hyper, IMspeak

Family –

Hunter Scott

Sex: Male

Age: 15

Nationality: American

Cabin: Apollo

Talent: Survival

Letter Addressee: Apollo

Writing style: old-fashioned and removed

Family – Mom: Lucille Scott, 3 dead older siblings (Archer, Swan, Lyre), 3 younger siblings (…..)

Scipio Evans a.k.a. Skipper

Sex: Male

Age: 13

Nationality: American

Cabin: Poseidon

Talent: Boats

Letter Addressee: Parents – Molly + Skinner Evans

Writing style: Apologetic, but happy

Family – Rich parents

Mercutio Tutiliani

Sex: Male

Age: 17?

Nationality: American

Cabin: Hermes

Talent: Running + Wit

Letter Addressee: Mom - Bianca

Writing style:

Family –

Ramona Winneford

Sex: Female

Age:

Nationality:

Cabin: Aphrodite

Talent: Gossip + relationships

Letter Addressee: Sister - Trix

Writing style: like a news reporter and she knows it

Family –

Elizabeth Rush

Sex: Female

Age:

Nationality:

Cabin: Athena

Talent: Taking over the World

Letter Addressee: parents – Drs. Anthony + Mary Ann Rush

Writing style: about camp schedule

Family –

Sean Argle

Sex: male

Age: 14.8

Nationality:

Cabin: Apollo

Talent: ?

Letter Addressee: Mother – Lauren Argyle

Writing style: reluctant advisor + good brother

Family –

Dilan Gathegi

Sex: male

Age:

Nationality:

Cabin: Aidos/Nemesis cabin - Aidos

Talent:

Letter Addressee: Dad – Randal Gathegi

Writing style: very meh….

Family –

Descriptions from

The Lightning Thief (in 2005 there were about 100 campers, a few dozen satyrs and about a dozen assorted naiads and wood nymphs)

Percy Jackson: short, unruly black hair. Sea green eyes (Anaklusmos – Riptide, celestial bronze sword)

Sally Jackson: - long brown hair [pulled back in a ponytail]. She was dresses in her work uniform – a starry blue skirt and a red-and-white stripped blouse she worse to sell candy at Sweet on America

Argus: Husky blond dude, like a surfer. Has blue eyes – at least a dozen of them – on his cheeks, his forehead, the backs of his hands

Annabeth Chase: Storm Gray eyes, blond hair that curls like a princess, athletic, tall, deep tan (a stereotypical California girl)

Athena kids are all serious-looking athletic kids with gray eyes and honey-blond hair.

Mr. D: Small, but porky. He had a red nose, big watery eyes and curly hair so black it was almost purple. He looked like a cherub who's turned middle-ages in a trailer park. He worse a tiger (or leapord) patterned Hawaiian shirt (his twins are plump + blond)

Grover Underwood: shaggy grown hair….. peach fuzz goatee, bad acne

Chiron: Tweed jacket, thinning brown hair, scraggly beard, white stallion body

Clarisse : (1-2 years older than Percy) She worse a size XXXL CAMP HALF-BLOOD t-shirt under a camouflage jacket. Big and ugly, with long, stringy brown hair.

Luke : (7 years older than Percy) Looked pretty cool. Tall and muscular with short-cropped (unruly) sandy hair with a friendly smile. He wore an orange tanktop, cutoffs, sandles, and a leather necklace with 5 clay beads. A thick white scar ran from beneath his right eye to his jaw, like an old knife slash.

Ares: (p. 224-5) A motocycle the size of a baby elephant had pulled up tho the curb. All the conversations in the dine sropped. The motorcycle's headlights glared red. Its gas take had flames pained on it, and a shotgun holster rived to either side, complete with shotguns. The sea was leather – but leather that looked like Caucasian human skin. The guy on the bike would've made pro wrestlers run for Mama. He was dressed in a red muscle shirt and black jeans and a black leather duster, with a hunting knife strapped to his thigh. He wore red wraparound shades, and he had the cruelest, most brutal face I'd ever seen – handsome, I guess, but wicked – with an oily black crew cut and cheeks that were scarred from many, many fights. The weird things was, I feltt like I 'd seen his face somewhere before. As he walked into the diner, a hot, dry wind blew through the place… Ares grinned and took off his shades. Where his eyes should've been, there was only fire, empty sockets glowing with miniature nuclear explosions.

Charon (p.284): a security guard with sunglasses and an earpiece. Tall and elegant, with chocolate colored skin and bleached blond hair shaved military style. He wore tortoiseshell shade and a silk Italian suit that march his hair. A black rose was pinned to his lapel under a silver nametag. His smile was cold and sweet like a snake about to strike.

Cereberus: purebred Rottweiler (not a big black mastiff). Twice the size of a woolly mammoth, mostly invisible, and had 3 heads

Hades: He was at least ten feet tall, of one thing, and dressed in black silk robes and a crown of braided gold. His skin was albino white, his hair shoulder length and jet black. He wasn't bulked up like Ares, but he radiated power. He louged on his throne of fused human bones, looking lithe, graceful, and dangerous as a panther… Hades had the same intense eyes, the same kind of mesmerizing, evil charisma… When he sat foreward on his throne, shadowy faces appeared in the folds of his black robes, faces of torment, as if the garment were stitched of trapped souls from the Fields of Punishment, trying to get out.

Poseidon: He reminded me of a beachcomber from Key West. He worse leather sanfals, khaki Bermuda shorts, and a Tommy Bahama shirt with coconuts and parrots all over it. His skin was deeply tanned, his sands scarred like an old-time fisherman's. His hair was black, like mine. His face had that same brooding look that always gotten me branded a rebel. But is eyes, sea-green like mine, were surrounded by sun-crinkles that told me he smiled a lot, too… His throne was a deep-sea fisherman's chair. It was the simple swiveling kind, with a black leather seat and a built-in holster for a fishing pole. Instead of a pole, the holster held a bronze trident, flickering with green light around the tips.

Zeus: the Lord of the Gods, wore a dark blue pinstriped suit. He sat on a simple throne of solid platinum. He had a well-trimmed beard, marbled gray and black like a storm cloud. His face was proud and handsome and grim, his eyes rainy gray. As I got nearer to him, the air crackled and smelled of ozone.

+ Descriptions from The Sea of Monsters

Tyson: He was six-foot-three and built like the Abominable Snowman, but he cried a lot and was scared of just about everything, including his own reflection. His face was kind of misshapen and brutal-looking. Crooked , lumpy nose. One large, calf-brown eye, right in the middle of his foreheard, with thick lashes and big tears trickling down his cheeks on either side. His voice was deep, but he talked funny, like a much younger kid… He wore tattered jeans, grimy size-twenty sneakers, and a plaid flannel shirt with holes in it. His hands were grimy and scarred, with dirty fingernails the size of potato chips.

Gray sisters: (p.29-33)

"Stêthi," she shouted in Ancient Greek. "Ô hárma diabolês!" As usual, the moment she spoke in the language of Olympus, I somehow understood it. She'd said: Stop, Chariot of Damnation! She threw her coin into the street, but instead of clattering on the asphalt, the drachma sank right through and disappeared. For a moment, nothing happened. Then, just when the coin had fallen, the asphalt darkened. It melted into a rectangular pool about the size of a parking space- bubbling red liquid like blood. Then a car erupted from the ooze. It was a taxi, all right, but unlike every other taxi in New York, it wasn't yellow. IT was smoky gray. I mean it looked like it was woven out of smoke, like you could walk right through it. There were words printed on the door – something like GYAR SSIRES (Gray Sister) – Tempest (the middle one), Wasp (the driver), and Anger (the 3rd one).

The interior was also smoky gray, but it felt solid enough. The seat was cracked and mumpy – no different from most paxies. There was no Plexiglas screen separating us from the old ladies driving. There were 3 of them, all crammed into the front seat, each with stringy hair covering her eyes, bony hands, and a charcoal covered sackcloth dress.

An old woman stuck her head out. She had a mop of grizzled hair covering her eyes and she spoke in a weird mumbling way, like she'd just had a shot of Novocain.

They have 1 tooth (a mossy yellow incisor) and 1 eye (slimy green orb) between them. Instead of eyes, they just had closed, sunken eyelids, except for Anger who had one bloodshot green eye that starred at everything hungrily, as if it couldn't get enough of anything it saw.

Charles Beckendorf: 2 years older than Percy (dies in B5) head Hepaestus kid. He had hands the size of catchers' mitts and a face that was hard and squinty from looking in to a blacksmith's forge all day. He was nice enough once you got to know him, but no one ever called him Charlie of Chuck of Charles. Rumor has it he could make anything.

Travis + Conner Stoll: (p.56) They weren't twins, but the looked so much alike it didn't matter. I could never remember which one was older. They were both tall and skinny, with mops of brown hair that hung in their eyes. They wore orange CAMP HALF-BLOOD T-shirts untucked over baggy shorts, and they had those elfish features all Hermes' kids had: upturned eye-brows, sarcastic smiles, a gleam in their eyes whenever they looked at you – like they were about to drop a firecracker down your shirt.

Mr. D: He was wearing his usual leapord-pattern Hawaiian shirt, walking shorts, and tennis shoes with black socks. With his pudgy belly and his blotchy red face, he looked more like a Las Vegas tourist who'd stayed up too late in the casinos.

Hermes: (p.98) Standing right next to me was a guy in nylon running shorts and a New York City Marathon T-shirt. He was slim and fit, with salt-and-pepper hair and a sly smile. He looked kind of firmiliar, but I couldn't figure out why. Elfish features, mischevious twinkle in his eyes…

(George + Martha are the green snakes on his phone antenna. His phone glows with a blue light.)

(p.257) a middle-aged guy in a postal carrier outfit was leaning against the stable door. He was slim, with curly black hair under his white pith helmet and he had a mailbag slung over his shoulder.

Luke: (p.125) he'd changed since last summer. Instead of Bermuda shorts and a T-shirt, he worse a button-down shirt, khaki pants, and leather loafers. His sandy hair, which used to be so unruly, was now clipped short. He looked like an evil male model, showing off what the fashionable college-age villain was wearing to Harvard this year. He still had his scar under his eye – a jagged white line from his battle with a dragon. And propped up against the sofa was his magical sword, Backbiter, glinting strangely with its half-steel, half-Celestial bronze blade that could kill both mortals and monsters.

Circe/C.C.: (p.172) She was even prettier than her fabric. Her long dark hair was braided with threads of gold. She was piercing green eyes and she worse a silky black dress with shapes that seemed to move in the fabric: animal shadows, black upon black, like deer running though a forest at night. (Hylla, her assistant in a business suit)

Thalia: She had short black hair and freckles across her nose. She was built like a long-distance runner, lithe and strong, and she worse clothes that were somewhere between punk and Goth – a black T-shirt, black tattered jeans, and a leather jacket with buttons from a bunch of bands I'd never heard of. Blue eyes.

Annabeth's dad: an athletic-looking, sandy-haired guy in his 40s

Athena: a beautiful woman who looked a lot like Annabeth. She was dressed casually – in blue jeans and a denim shirt and hiking boots – but something about the woman radiated power.

+ Descriptions from The Titans Curse (percy age: 14)

Thalia: (15, almost 16) punk clothes – the ripped up army jacket, black leather pants and chain jewelry, the black eyeliner and those intense blue eyes. But the look she gave me now was a perfect evil "ten" (B-day: December 22) (bracelet that turns into a shield: Aegis)

Bianca di Angelo: (p.9) (12) wore a floppy green cap, like she was trying to hide her face. Dark silky hair and olive skin and they used their hands a lot when they talked.

(p.93) Her dark hair was braided like Zoe's now, so you could actually see her face. She had a splash of freckles across her nose, and her dark eyes vaguely reminded me of someone famous, but I couldn't think who. She looked like she'd been working out, and her skin glowed faintly, like the other Hunters, as if she'd been taking showers in liquid moonlight.

Nico di Angelo: (10) (p.9) Dark silky hair and olive skin and they used their hands a lot when they talked.

Luke: (p.71) There was Luke and he was in pain. He was crumpled on the rocky ground, trying to rise. The blackness seemed to be thicker around him, fog swirling hungrily. His clothes were in tatters and his face was scratched and drenched with sweat.

(p.130) He looked terrible. His skin was pale and his blond hair looked almost gray, as if he'd aged ten years in just a few months. The angry light in his eyes was still there, and so was the scar down the side of his face, where a dragon had scratched him. But the scar was now ugly red, as though it had recently been reopened.

(p.260) Luke's smile was pale and weak. He looked even worse than he had 3 days ago in D.C.

Annabeth: Wearing little silver earrings shaped like owls. Long blond hair

Artemis: (p.26) Maybe 12-13. She had auburn hair gathered back in a ponytail and strange eyes, silvery yellow like the moon. Her face was so beautiful it made me catch my breath, but her expression was stern and dangerous… She had such old eyes for a young girl.

Artemis' Hunt: about a dozen girls. The youngest maybe 10, the oldest about 14. They worse silvery parkas and jeans and they were all armed with bows. (maybe 13 girls counting Zoe)

Apollo: (p.46) Was driving a red convertible Maserati Spyder… The driver got out, smiling. He looked about seventeen or eighteen, and for a second, I had an uneasy feeling it was Luke, my old enemy. This guy had the same sandy hair and outdoorsy good looks. But it wasn't Luke. This guy was taller, with no scar on his face like Luke's. His smile was brighter and more playful (Luke didn't do much more than scowl and sneer these days.) The Maserati driver wore jeans and loafers and a sleeveless T-shirt… If his teeth were any whiter he could've blinded us without the sun car.

Mr. D: (p.59) in a neon orange leopard-skin warm-up suit and his purple running shoes. A golden laurel wreath was tilted sideways on his curly black hair, which must've meant he'd won the last hand of cards.

Silena Beauregard: Aphrodite cabin.

Laurel + Jason – Aphrodite, Hephaestus, or Ares campers from book 3

Blackjack: the black, Jersey Pegasus (that changed genders on me) that Percy rides.

Atlas (the General): He was tall and muscular, with light brown skin and slicked-back dark hair. He worse an expensive brown silk suit like the guys on Wall Street wear, but you'd never mistake this dude for a broker. He had a brutal face, huge shoulders, and hands that could snap a flagpole in half. His eyes were like stone. I felt as if I was looking at a living statue. It was amazing that he could even move.

Rachel Elizabeth Dare – (p. 213) Green eyes. Frizzy reddish-brown hair. She wore a big maroon Harvard sweatshirt and jeans that ere covered with marker stains with little holes, like she spent her free time poking them with a fork.

Athena: (p.211) She was a park ranger, with long black hair pulled back in a ponytail and tinted glasses. Something about her gaze made my skin tingle. Her eyes were startlingly gray, like storm clouds.

Apollo: (p.150+155) homeless guy with a toothless grin. His face was grimy and his beard tangled, but his expression seemed kindly. Greasy hands. His jeans were so worn out they were almost white. His coat was ripped, with stuffing coming out. He looked king of like a teddy bear that had been run over by a truck. Incognito and called Fred ^-^

Ares: (p.182) a big man with a crew cut, a black leather bikers jacket, black jeans, a white muscle shirt, and combat boots. Wraparound shades hid his eyes, but I knew what was behind those glasses – hollow sockets filled with flames. (Carrying a sword that he points at peoples throats)

Aphrodite: (p.183-7) arrives in a deathly white limousine. "When I saw her, my jaw dropped. I forgot my names. I forgot where I was. I forgot how to speak in complete sentences." She was wearing a red satin dress and her hair was curled in a cascade of ringlets. Her face was the most beautiful I'd ever seen: perfect makeup, dazzling eyes, a smile that would've lit up the dark side of the moon. "Thinking back on it, I can't tell you who she looked like. Or even what color her hair or her eyes were. Pick the most beautiful actress you can think of. The goddess was ten times more beautiful than that. Pick you favorite hair color, eye color, whatever. The goddess had that." "When she smiled at me, just for a moment she looked a little like Annabeth. Then like this television actress I used to have a crush on in fifth grade. Then… well, you get the idea."

"She handed me a polished mirror the size of a dinner plate and had me hold it up for her. She leaned forward and dabbed at her lipstick, though I couldn't see anything wrong with it." "with eyes like pools of spring water… whoa."

She smiled sympathetically. She really was beautiful. And not just because she had a pretty face or anything. She believed in love so much, it was impossible not to feel giddy when she talked about it.

Annabeth's Dad: (p.244) Dr. Frederick Chase. I was not expecting him to be wearing an old-fashioned aviator's cap with goggles. He looked so weird, with his eyes bugging out through the glasses, that we all took a step back on the front porch… He had sandy-colored hair like Annabeth and intense brown eyes. He was handsome, I guess, for an older guy, but it looked like he hadn't shaved in a couple of days, and his shirt was buttoned wrong, so one side of his collar stuck up higher than the other. (brothers are Bobby + Matthew)

Stepmom: pretty asian woman with red highlighted hair tied in a bun.

Nereus: An old sea god in San Francisco (The old man of the sea). At the end of the pier, a guy who looked about a million years old was passed out in a patch of sunlight. He wore pajamas and a fuzzy bathrobe that probably used to be white. He was face, with a white beard that had turned yellow, kind of like Santa Claus, if Santa had been rolled out of bed and dragged through a landfill. He smelled bad, all right – but ocean bad. Like hot seaweed and dead fish and brine. If the ocean had an ugly side… this guy was it.

Orphiotaurus: serpent bull, with black fur, white muzzle, and big brown calf eyes. Whoever kills it and sacrifices its entrails to fire will have the power to overthrown the gods. Has a nice aquarium set up in Olympus.

Olympian Gods: (p.285) 12 enormous thrones made a U around a central hearth, just like the placement of the cabins at camp. The ceiling above glittered with constellations – even Zoë the huntress. All the seats were occupied. Each god and goddess about 15 feet tall, and I'm telling you , if you've ever had a dozen all-powerful super-huge being turn their eyes on you at once… Well, suddenly, facing monsters seemed like a picnic.

Poseidon: Beach shorts, a Hawaiian shirt, and sandals. He had a weathered, suntanned face with a dark beard and deep green eyes. I wasn't sure how he would feel about seeing me again, but the corners of his eyes crinkled with smile lines. Has a trident with a 20 ft long bronze shaft with 3 spear tips that shimmered with blue, watery light.

Artemis: The goddess slid down from her throne and turned to human size, a young auburn-haired girl, perfectly at ease in the midst of the giant Olympians. She walked toward us, her silver robes shimmering. There was no emotion in her face. She seemed to walk in a column of the moonlight.

Zeus: in his dark, pin-stripped suit, his black beard nearly trimmed and his eyes sparking with energy.

Hera: a beautiful woman with silver hair braided over one shoulder and a fress that shimmed colors like peacock feathers.

Hephaestus: a huge lump of a man with a leg in a steal brace, a misshapen head, and a wild brown beard, fire flickering through his whiskers. The Lord of the Forges.

Hermes: Hermes winked at me. He was wearing a business suit today, checking his messages on his caduceus mobile phone.

Apollo: he leaned back on his golden throne with his shades on. He had iPod headphones on, so I wasn't sure he was even listening, but he gave me a thumbs-up

Dionysus: looked bored, twirling a grape vine between his fingers.

Ares: He sat on his chrome-and-leather throne glowering at me while he sharpened his knife.

Demeter: Goddess of the Harvest. A dark-haired goddess in green robes on a throne woven of apple-tree branches.

Athena: a beautiful gray-eyed woman in an elegant white dress.

Aphrodite: She smiled at me knowingly and made me blush in spite of myself.

Senior campers: Annabeth Chase (Athena), Percy Jackson (Poseidon), Conner + Travis Stoll (Hermes), Clarisse la Rue (Ares), Beckendorf (Hephaestus), Silena Beauregard (Aphrodite)… Lee Fletcher (Apollo)

+ Descriptions from Battle of the Labyrinth

Nico di Angelo: (p.40) "I saw the dark shore of a river. Wisps of fog drifted across black water. The beach was strewn with jagged volcanic rock. A young boy squatted at the riverbank, tending a campfire. The flames burned an unnatural blue color. Then I saw the boy's face. It was Nico di Angelo. He was throwing pieces of paper into the fire – Mythomagic trading cards, part of the game he'd been obsessed with last winter." (camping on the edge of the river styx)

Nico was only ten, or maybe 11 by now, but he looked older. His hair had grown longer. It was shaggy and almost touched his shoulders. His eyes were dark. His olive skin had turned paler. He worse ripped black jeans and a battered aviator's jacket that was several sizes too big, unzipped over a black shirt. His face was grimy, his eyes a little wild. He looked like a kid who's been living on the streets.

(p.140) his sword was short, sharp, and dark as midnight (made of Stygian Iron). He looked thinner and paler than before. His black clothes were dusty from traveling in the Labyrinth, and his dark eyes were full of hate. He was too young to look so angry.

(p.296) he'd gotten almost… scary. He had his father's eyes – that intense, manic fire that made you suspect he was either a genius or a madman.

(p.345) His hand was cold as ice.

(p.360) He'd grown about an inch taller over the last couple of months. His hair was a shaggy black mess. He wore a black t-shirt, black jeans, and a new silver ring shaped like a skull. His Stygian iron sword hung at his side.

Mrs. O'Leary: the tame hellhound – bigger than a tank

Quintus (Daedulus' 5th cyborg) – He was in his 50s, I guess, with short gray hair and a clipped gray beard. He was in good shape for an older guy. He wore black mountain-climbing pants and a bronze breastplate strapped over an orange camp T-Shirt. At the base of his neck was a strange mark, a purpleish blotch like a birthmark or a tattoo. Hands as rough as sandpaper.

Juniper: dryad (Grover's girlfriend) She was small – petite, I guess You'd call it – with wispy hair the color of amber and a pretty, elfish face. She worse a green chiton and laced sandals, and she was dabbing her eyes with a handkerchief. Her ears were slightly pointed. Her eyes, instead of being red from crying, were tinged green, the color of chlorophyll.

Satyr council of elders: The reminded me of goats in a petting zoo – huge bellies, sleepy expressions, and glazed eyes that couldn't see past the next handful of goat chow.

Silenus: right elder- tugged his yellow polo shirt over his belly and adjusted himself in his rosebush throne. Old food and party loving slob animals.

Maron: elder on the left -

Leneus: middle elder -

Chris Rodriguez – a teenage Hispanic guy in tattered camouflage pants and a dirty black t-shirt. His hair was greasy and matted. He was hugging his shoulders and sobbing. Chris's eyes were like a cornered rat's – wild and desperate.

Malcolm – an Athena camper

Luke Castellan: (p.81) In the moonlight, Luke's blond hair looked pure white. He worse an ancient Greek chiton and a white himation, a kind of cape that flowed down his shoulders. The white clothes made him look timeless and a little unreal, like one of the minor gods on Mount Olympus. The last time I'd seen him, he'd been broken and unconscious after a nasty fall from Mount Tam. Now he looked perfectly fine. Almost too healthy.

(p.256) He was wearing camouflage pants, a white t-shirt, and bronze breastplace, just like I'd seen in my dream. But he still wasn't wearing his sword…

(p.301) (in sarcophagus) Mortal legs dressed in gray pants. A white t-shirt, hands folded over his stomach. One piece of his chest was missing – a clean black hold about the size of a bullet wound, right where his heart should've been. His eyes were closed. Blond hair… and a scar running along the left side of his face.

(p.303) Luke sat bolt upright. His eyes opened, and they were nolonger blue. They were golden, the same color as the coffin. The hole in his chest was gone. He was complete. He leaped out of the coffin with ease, and where his feet touched the floor, the marble froze like crater of ice.

Theseus: (p.87) ghost- a teenage guy in Greek armor. He had curly hair and green eyes, a clasp shaped like a seashell on his cloak. His eyes as lifeless as glass.

Lee Fletcher: (dies) Apollo

Janus: (p.98) His 2 faces jutted out from either side of his head, staring over his shoulders, so his head was much wider than it should've been, kind of like a hammerhead shark's. Looking straight at his, all I saw were 2 overlapping ears and mirror-image sideburns. He was dressed like a New York City doorman: a long black overcoat, shiny shoes, and a black top-hat that somehow managed to stay on his double-wide head. (left face meaner, right face more polite) Holds a silver key. God of doorways, Beginnings, Endings, Choices.

Hera: (p.101) Queen on Heaven. She was tall and graceful with long hair the color of chocolate, braided in plaits with gold ribbons She worse a simple white dress, but when she moved, the fabric shimmered with colors like oil on water. Hera looked like a regular mom. Goddess of marriage

Briares: Hekatonkheires (Hundred-Handed Ones) (as tall as the sky, so strong they could break mountains) He was human-size and his skin was very pale, the color of milk. He wore a loincloth like a big diaper. His feet seemed too big for his body, with cracked dirty toenails, eight toes on each foot. But the top half of his body was the weird part. He made Janus look downright normal. His chest sprouted more arms than I could count, in rows, all around his body. The arms looked like normal arms, but there were so many of them, all tangled together, that his chest looked kind of like a forkful of spaghetti somebody had twirled together. Several hands were covering his face as he sobbed.

Scared face: His face was long and sad, with a crooked nose and bad teeth. He had deep brown eyes - I mean completely brown with no whites or black pupils, like eyes formed out of clay. Brave face: same brown eyes, but with upturned nose, arched eyebrows and a weird smile, like he was trying to act brave. Brooding face: furrowed brow, pouting mouth. (he has 50 faces, shame face, grieving face…)

Eurytion: huge guy, stark white hair, a straw cowboy hat, and a braided white beard – kind of like father time, if Father Time was a redneck and totally jacked. He was wearing jeans, a DON'T MESS WITH TEXAS t-shirt, and a denim jacket with the sleeves ripped off so you could see his muscles. One his right biceps was a crossed-swords tattoo. He held a wooden club about the size of a nuclear warhead, with six-inch pikes bristling on the business end. (1/2 blood son of Ares) cowheard for Triple G Ranch

Orthus: 2-headed dog

Geryon: normal head, face was weathered and brown from yars in the sun. He had slick black hair and a pencil mustache like villains have in old movies. He had 3 bodies. His head connected to the middle chest like normal, but then he had 2 more chests connected at the shoulders with a few inches in between. One right arm, one left arm, but 4 total armpits. All chest connected to one large torso with 2 regualar but very beefy legs and he wore the most oversized pair of Levis I'd ever seen. Each chest wore a different color Western shirt – green, yellow, red, like a stoplight. Head of Triple G Ranch.

Naiad girl from the River on Triple G Ranch – She was wearing jeans and a green t-shirt and her long brown hair was braided with river grass. She had a stern look on her face. Her arms were crossed. She's awesome and defends her river with gusto despite how scared she is of Percy.

Hephaestus: (p.188) A huge man in grubby gray pants and shoes even bigger than Tyson's. One leg was in a metal brace. He wore a jumpsuit smeared with oil and grime. Hephaestus, was embroidered over the chest pocket. His leg creaked and clicked in its metal brace as he stood, and his left shoulder was lower than his right, so he seemed to be leaning even when he was standing up straight. His head was misshapen and bulging. He worse a permanent scowl. He black beard smoked and hissed. Every once in a while a small wildfire would erupt in his whiskers and die out. His hands were the size of catcher's mitts, but he handled the [mechanical] spider with amazing skill. He disassembled it in two seconds, then put it back together. (his beard burst into flames and his black eyes glow when he's angry)

Calypso: (p.207) She had almond eyes and caramel-color hair braided over one shoulder. She was 15? 16? It was hard to tell. She had one of those faces that just seemed timeless. She began singing and my pain dissolved. She was working magic. She wore a white sleeveless Greek dress with a low circular neckline trimmed with gold. Her hair smelled like cinnomon. Lives on the phantom island of Ogygia (oh-jee-jee-ah) Daughter of Atlas.

Ethan Nakamura: (p.261) a young warrior. He was a little older than me, about 16. He had glossy black hair, and his left eye was covered with an eye patch that was frayed around the edges and the black cloth was faded, like he'd been wearing it a long, long time. He was thing and wiry so his Greek armor hung on him loosely. He stabbed his sword into the dirt, adjusted his shield straps, and pulled on his horsehair helmet. (former undetermined Hermes kid)

Antaeus – son of Gaea + Poseidon, ruler of the underground area. 15ft tall, 2 seats wide, wore a loincloth like a sumo-wrestler. His skin was dark red and tattooed with blue wave designs (as are his teeth). He heals when he touches the ground. Percy wrecks him

Pan – On the bed lay on old satyr. He watched us as we approuached, his eyes as blue as the sky. His curly hair was whit and so was his pointed beard. Even the goat fur on his legs was frosted with gray. His horns were enormous – glossy brown and curved. And around his neck hung a set of reed pipes. His whole form shivered as if it was made of Mist.

Castor had been 17 when he died.

Dionysus: (p.339) He was in a formal black suit, a deep purple tied and a violet dress shirt, his curly dark hair carefully combed. His eyes were bloodshot as usual, and his pudgy face was flushed, but he looked like he was suffering from grief more than wine-withdrawal. Polished black shoes hovering an inch off the ground (so as not to get them dirty)

Poseidon: (p.354) He was wearing Bermuda shorts and a Hawaiian shirt and Birkenstocks, like he usually does. His black beard was neatly trimmed and his sea-green eyes twinkled. He wore a battered cap decorated with fishing lures. It said NEPTUNE'S LUCKY FISHING HAT

+ Descriptions from The Last Olympian

Ethan Nakamura

Hestia

Camp Descriptions!

Year rounders (book 3): Beckendorf + 2 guys (Hephaustus), a few from Ares + Clarisse, Stoll brothers + Nico (Hermes), Silena + a few from Aphrodite… etc. Thalia + Percy…

Olympus: (p.337-8) I was standing on a narrow stone walkway in the middle of the air. Below me was Manhattan, from the height of an airplane. In front of me, white marble steps wound up the spine of a cloud, into the sky. My eyes followed the stairway to its end, where my brain just could not accept what I saw… From the top of the clouds rose the decapitated peak of a mountain, its summit covered with snow. Clinging to the mountainside were dozens of multileveled palaces – a cited of mansions – all with white-columned porticos, gilded terraces, and bronze braziers glowing with a thousand fires. Roads ran crazily up the peak, where the largest palace gleamed against the snow. Precariously perched gardens bloomed with olive trees and rosebushes. I could make out an open-air market filled with colorful tents, a stone amphitheater built on one side of the mountain, a hippodrome and a coliseum on the other. In was an Ancient Greek city except it wasn't in ruins. It was new, and clean, and colorful, the way Athens must've looked twenty-five hundred years ago… My trip through Olympus was a daze. I passed some giggling wood nymphs who threw olives at me from their garden. Hawkers in the market offered to sell me ambrosia-on-a-stick, and a new shield, and a genuine glitter weave replica of the Golden Fleece, as seen on Hephaestus-TV. The nine muses were tuning their instruments for a concert in the part while a small crowd gathered – satyrs and naiads and a bunch of good-looking teenagers who might've been minor gods and goddesses…I climbed the main raod, toward the big palace at the peak. It was a reverse copy of the palace in the Underworld. There, everything had been black and bronze. Here, everything glittered white and silver…. Steps led to a central courtyard. Past that, the throne room. Room really isn't the right word. The place made Grand Central Station look like a broom closet. Massive columns rose to a domed ceiling, wich was gilded with moving constellations. Twelve thrones, built for beings the size of Hades, were arranged in an inverted U, just like the cabins at Camp Half-Blood. An enormous fire crackeled in the central hearth pit.

Cabins:

3rd: (3rd book) It was a low gray building hewn from sea stone, with shells and coral fossils imprinted in the rock. Inside it was just as empty as always, except for my bunk. A minotaur horn hung on the wall next to my pillow. At the back of the cabin was a big basin of gray sea rock, with a spout like the head of a fish carved in stone. Out of it mouth burst a stream of water, a saltwater spring that trickled into the pool. The water must've been hot because it sent mist into the cold winter air like a sauna. It made the room fell warm and summery, fresh with the smell of the sea. The surface rippled. At the bottom of the pool, coins shimmered – a dozen or so golden drachma.

Athena's (4th book): It was a silvery building, nothing fancy, with plain white curtains and a carved stone owl over the doorway. The owl's onyx eyes seemed to follow me as I walked closer. The place was a workshop for brainiac kids. The bunks were all pushed against one wall as if sleeping didn't matter very much. Most of the room was filled with workbenches and tables and sets of tools and weapons. The back of the room was a huge library crammed with old scrolls and leather-bound books and paperbacks. There was an architects drafting table with a bunch of rulers and protractors, and some 3-D models of buildings. Huge old war maps were plastered to the ceiling. Sets of armor hung under the windows, their bronze place glinting in the sun.

Hypnos' (LH): It looked like an old-fahioned prairie house with mud walls and a rush room. On the door hung a wreath of crimson flowers (red poppies). In side was dim and snug with nice beds and soft music and over a mantle hung a branch that had been dipped in the river Lethe and dripped it's water of forgetfulness into little tins.

The Camp Racetrack (p.75): The racetrack had been built in a grassy field between the archery range and the woods. Hephaestus's cabin had used the bronze bulls, which were completely tame since they'd had their heads smashed in, to plow an oval tack in a matter of minutes. There were rows of stone steps for the spectators – Tantalus, the satyrs, a few dryads, and all of the campers who weren't participating. Mr. D didn't show. He never got up before ten o'clock.

Zeus's Fist: A cluster of boulders in the middle of the west woods that, if you look at it just the right way, looks like a huge fist sticking out of the ground. If you look at it from any other side, it looks like a pile of enormous deer droppings, but Chiron wouldn't let up call the place the Poop Pile, especially after it had been named for Zeus, who doesn't have much of a sense of humor. The top boulder was 20 ft tall and really hard to climb. Plus old cave entrance to Labyrinth.

The Oracle's attic (book 3): The room was dark and dusty and cluttered with junk, just like I remembered. There were shields with monster bites out of them, and swords bent in the shapes of daemon heads, and a bunch of taxidermy, like a stuffed harpy and a bight orange python. By the window, sitting on a three-legged stool, was the shriveled-up mummy of an old lady in a tie-dyed hippie dress. The Oracle.

The sun slanted through the dirty attic window, lighting the dust motes dancing through the air. I turned and bumped into a table of souvenirs. It seemed more cluttered than last time I was here. Heroes stored all kinds of stuff in the attic: quest trophies they no longer wanted to keep in their cabins, or stuff that held painful memories. I knew Luke had stored a dragon claw somewhere up here – the one that scarred his face. There was a broken sword hilt labeled: This broke and Leroy got killed. 1999. Then I noticed that pink silk scarf with the label attacked to it. I picked up the tag and tried to read it: Scarf of the Goddess Aphrodite.

Hades palace: (p.308) We walked up the steps of the palace, between black columns, through a black marble portico, and into the house of Hades. The entry hall had a polished bronze floor, which seemed to boil in the reflected torch light. There was no ceiling, just the cavern roof, far above… Every sidedoor was guarded by a skeleton in mitary gear. Some wore Greek armor, some British redcoat uniforms, some camouflage with tattered American flag on the shoulders. They carried spears of muskets of M-16s. None of them bother us, but their hollow eye sockets followed us as we walked down the hall, toward the big set of doors at the opposite end. … I glanced at the empty, smaller throne next to Hades's. Is was shaped like a black flower, gilded with gold

Artemis' Tent: (p.37) Zoë led me to the last tent, which looked no different from the others…The inside of the tent was warm and comfortable. Silk rugs and pillows covered the floor. In the center, a golden brazier of fire seemed to burn without fuel or smoke. Behind the goddess, on a polished oak display stand, was her huge silver bow, carved to resemble gazelle horns. The walls were hung with animals pelts: black bear, tiger, and several others I didn't recognize. I figured an animal rights activist would've had a heart attack looking at all those rare skins, but maybe since Artemis was the goddess of the hunt, she could replenish whatever she shot. I thought he had another animal pelt lying nect to her, and I realized it was a live animal – a deer with glittereing sun and silver horns, its head resting contentedly in Artemis' lap.

The Cruise Ship (The Princess Andromeda) book 2– big cruise ship with white and gold lights.

The white hull was al least ten stories tall, popped with another dozen levels of decks with brightly lit balconies and portholes. The ship's name was painted just above the bow line in black letters, lit was a spotlight. PRINCESS ANDROMEDA. Attached to the bow was a huge masthead – a three-story-tall woman wearing a white Greek chiton, sculpted to look as if she were chained to the front of the ship. She was young and beautiful, with flowing clack hair, but her expression was one of absolute terror.

Maintenance deck stacked with yellow lifeboats.

Peering over a balcony into a huge central promenade lined with closed shops (at night)

Swimming pool level with rows of deck chairs and a bar. The water glowed eerily

Above fore and aft were more levels: a climbing wall, a putt-putt golf course, a revolving restaurant.

An empty suite on the 9th floor. The door was open. There was a basket of chocolate goodies on the table, an iced-down bottle of sparkling cider on the nightstand, and a mint on the pillow with a hand-written note that said: Enjoy your cruise! Some porthole windows.

I woke up to a ship's whistle and a voice on the intercom – some guy with an Austrailian accent who sounded way too happy. "Good morning, passengers! We'll be at sea all day today. Excellent weather for the poolside mambo party! Don't forget the million-dollar bingo in the Kraken Lounge at one o'clock, and for our special guests, disemboweling practice on the Promenade!"

She stood infront of a glass wall looking down into the multistory canyon that ran through the middle of the ship. At the bottom was the Promenade – a mall full of shops. A group of monsters had assembled in front of the candy store: a dozen Laistrygonian giants, 2 hellhounds, and Dragon women. The monsters made a semi-circle around a young guy in Greek armor who was hacking on a straw dummy wearing Camp Half-Blood t-shirt

Crew members in crisp white uniforms strolled the deck, tipping their hats to the passengers.

Admiralty suite, deck 13. End of the hallway with double oak doors.

The stateroom was beautiful and horrible.

The beautiful part: Huge windows curved along the back wall, looking out over the stern of the ship. Green sea and blue sky stretched all the way to the horizon. A Persian rug covered the floor. Two plush sofas occupied the middle of the room with a canopied bed in one corner and a mahogany dining table in the other. The table was loaded with food – pizza boxes, bottles of soda, and a stack of roast beef sandwiches on a silver platter.

The horrible part: On a velvet dais at the back of the room lay a ten-foot-long golden casket. A sarcophagus, engraved with Ancient Greek scenes of citied in flames and heroes dying grisly deaths. Despite the sunlight streaming through the windows, the casket made the whole room feel cold.

A swimming pool on the aft deck with a sparkling fountain that sprayed into the air.

Old gods' fortress mt Tam

I glanced up at the mountain's peak, where a black marble foretress loomed, just like I'd seen in my dreams. It reminded me of an oversized mausoleum, with walls 50 ft high. I had no idea how mortals could miss the fact that it was here. But then again, everything below the summit seemed fuzzy to me, as if there were a thick viel between me and the lower half of the mountain. There was magic going on here – really powerful Mist. Above me, the sky swirled into a huge funnel cloud. I couldn't see Atals, but I would hear him groaning in the distance, still laboring under the weight of the sky, just beyond the fortress… I ran toward the fortress. I dashed through the dark foyer and into the main hall. The floor shhined like a mahogany piano – pure black and yet full of light. Black marble statues line the walls. I didn't recognize the faces, but I knew I was looking at the images of the Titans who'd ruled before the gods. At the end of the room, between 2 bronze braziers, was a dias. And on the dias, the golden sarcophagus.

(305) Nico clapped his hands together, and a jagged spire of rock the size of an 18wheeler erupted from the ground right in front of the fortress. The tremor it caused was so powerful the front columns of the building came crashing down.

Burrial shrouds:

Apollo: simple gold

Athena: gray…

Dionysus: purple embroidered with grape vines.

+ Evil Monsters:

Medusa – snake haired Arabic dressed woman.

Aethiopian drakon-

Laistrygonian giants –

Hellhounds –

Scythian Dracaenae – dragon women, humonoid females with twin serpent tails instead of legs.

Agrius + Oreius – Luke's assistants, twins, but not human. They stood about 8 feet tall and worse only blue jeans. Enormous chests were shag-carpeted with thick brown fur. They had claws for fingernails, feet like paws. Their noses were snoutlike, and their teeth were all pointed canines. (part bear)

Empousai (servants of Hecate) – vampire chicks, smell like roses & clean animal fur. Chalk white skin, red eyes, fangs; left leg is brown + shaggy with a donkey hoof and the other was a bronze human leg. Dark magic formed them from animal, bronze, + ghost; and the exist to feed on the blood of young men. Hair turns to flickering flame.

Kampê – Dragon Lady - woman's upper body, dragon lower body: at least 20ft long, black and scaly with enormous claws and a barbed tail. Huge batwings she kept folded against her dragon back. Her legs looked like they were tangled in vines, but then I realized they were sprouting snakes, hundreds of vipers darting around, constantly looking for something to bite. The woman's hair was almost make of snakes (like Medusa's). around her waist, where the woman part met the dragon part, her skin bubbled and morphed, occasionally producing the heads of animals – a vicious wolf, a bear, a lion, as if she was wearing a belt of ever-changing creatures. (I got the feeling I was looking at something half formed, a monster so old it was from the beginning of time, before shapes have been fully defined.) (The dragon lady said something in her weird rumbling language – the tongue of the old times. What Mother Earth spoke to Titans and her other children before the gods.)

Sphinx: body of a lion, head of woman, stood on a glittery dias and would've been pretty, but her hair was tied back in a tight bun and her worse too much makeup. She had a blue ribbon badge pinned to her chest that read: THIS MONSTER HAS BEEN RATED EXEMPLARY

Telekhine – sea demons, their faces were dogs, anyway, with black snouts, brown eyes, and pointy ears. Their bodies were sleek and black like sea mammals, with stubby legs that were half flipper, half foot, and humanlike hands with sharp claws. If you blended together a kid, a Doberman pinscher, and a sea lion, you'd get something like what I was looking at.

+ Good Monsters

The Party Ponies -

+Neutral monsters (from Triple G Ranch)

Hippalektryons – front half horse, back half red + yellow rooster

Apollo's cattle – cherry red cows of the sun god.

Giant Scorpians

Aegeas' Carnivorous flesh-eating horses

Fire-breathing horses