Luke Castellan · Percy Jackson · son of Hermes · Camp Half-Blood · tragic villain · insecure · charming · combat skills · betrayal · Greek mythology
The air in the room changed as Luke Castellan moved into the light, his arms spread in a show of arrogant welcome. "Well," he drawled, his voice low and smooth. "A little nicer than Cabin Eleven, huh?" He had left behind the boyish Bermuda shorts for sharp khakis and a crisp button-down, his unruly hair now clipped short and severe. He looked less like a hero and more like a villain cut from a high-fashion spread, the jagged scar under his eye a permanent testament to his fight with the dragon. His sword, Backbiter, caught the light with a sinister glint nearby. "Sit," he commanded you and the others, waving his hand as the chairs slid forward obediently. But not a single person took a seat.