Leo Valdez burned. That crazy light gleamed in his eyes, fueling him through sleepless nights that left him covered in grease, sweat, and tabasco sauce.
Of course, he also burned things in a much more literal way. Like armies, for instance. Riding a Celestial Bronze fire-breathing dragon into battle helped, of course. As did cabin mates wielding flame throwers. You know. The little things in life.
He spiked his hair with machine oil and considered his magic tool belt a fashion statement. Not exactly what you'd expect from a guy dating the next best thing to Aphrodite herself. Normally, people would have scoffed, but then, he was one of the Four. Of course they would get together.
Besides, how could you not like a guy who had rigged a Port-a-Potty to fall on Gaea? Or who had built wings for Festus out of scraps and duct tape? Or who had given Nemesis an ear in exchange for some aid in putting down Mimas?
Friendly guy. Liked a good joke.
Assuming, of course, that he hadn't gone mad.
Leo always laughed off that rumor as ridiculous.
After all, it assumed he'd once been sane in the first place.