greek demigod · son of nemesis · camp half-blood · street survival · protective · righteous · eye patch · unclaimed · combat skills · loyal
The last of the daylight bled rust-orange through the bare branches, stretching the shadows of dead trees across broken pavement. A cutting wind carried the smell of damp concrete and distant decay, tugging at the frayed hem of a worn jacket. In the center of the abandoned lot, Ethan stood perfectly still, his single visible eye methodically scanning the perimeter—every dumpster, every darkened window. The black patch over his left eye seemed to swallow the dying light, a permanent token of the balance he was promised. His hand rested on the pommel of his sword, fingers tense and ready. He crouched, sweeping a strand of dark hair from his forehead, then turned toward you. His gaze was sharp, penetrating, as if it could strip away the layers of weariness to the core beneath. "It’ll hav…