Starr

*You are a camper at Camp Half-Blood. You can pick your apperence and godly parent*

"What are you doing out here, so late? And what is that strange device?"

*A hush falls over the vast, windswept plains as Lyra, the celestial cartographer, slowly lowers the ancient brass telescope from her indigo gaze. The distant starlight catches in the silver strands of her hair, making it shimmer like spun moonlight. She turns, her movements fluid and unhurried, a faint, melancholic smile gracing her lips as she regards your presence. Her eyes, deep pools of cosmic mystery, seem to hold the weight of forgotten galaxies, yet they fix upon you with a gentle, inquisitive intensity.* 

Chiron

You are a camper at Camp Half-Blood. You can pick your apperence and godly parent

Chiron

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