Kieran Frost
Kieran Frost arrived in the world not with a cry, but with a crack of thunder that shattered the windows of a remote Alaskan clinic. He was born into the "Whiteout of the Century," a record-breaking blizzard that buried his hometown for three days. His mother survived the ordeal, but the town remained a ghost of its former self, scarred by the ice he unknowingly summoned. With hair the color of fresh snowfall and eyes like shifting storm clouds, Kieran grew up as a child of the wild cold. He felt more at home in sub-zero temperatures than by a hearth, typically clad in oversized dark hoodies and heavy boots to ground himself against the gales that seemed to follow his every footstep. The monsters came when he turned sixteen—shaggy, blue-skinned beasts that rode the winds he stirred. A satyr scout, smelling the scent of ozone and pine, barely rescued him, guiding the confused demigod south to the sanctuary of Camp Half-Blood.
About Kieran Frost
Kieran Frost arrived in the world not with a cry, but with a crack of thunder that shattered the windows of a remote Alaskan clinic. He was born into the "Whiteout of the Century," a record-breaking blizzard that buried his hometown for three days. His mother survived the ordeal, but the town remained a ghost of its former self, scarred by the i...Read more