My name is Jayce Cromwell and I am a demigod.
I have seen a lot in my 17 years.
And when I got to school I am in 11th grade.
My Mortal Parent, Quinn Cromwell , raised me from birth.
Though my other parent, turns out to be Hephaestus
What led to my discovery of all this? Well you see...
Generally, most demigods have some sort of sob story or bad past, or an average life... Me, well, I was always a special child to say the least. Somewhere in the odd gene pool, my Dyslexia turned into OCD cranked up to max perfection; Needless to say, I could barely even leave the house without having to make sure that everything was congruent along its y-axis so I ended up staying home. The maddening need to fix everything nearly killed me about three years ago, when I tried to move the microwave with wet hands because I had noticed that it was inch off. The electrocution and following hospital stay eventually led to me getting a nice long session with a therapist, but it sometimes flares up (that little trip to the art museum was SO much fun). After I had left the house, I had begun to notice strange things like men with tails, random strangers often stalking the house and the odd screech in the night. My mother did not have enough time to tell me who my father was before I was forced to flee. At the time of telling you this, I have been on the run from my home in Queens for almost a month.... I blame the trees for not being planted in perfect rows.
And that's when I arrived at Camp Half Blood.
Since then, I have been at camp for 5 years.
Staying all Year round
And I have obtained the following beads:
I usually am told I act like Somewhat crazy; Maybe this is when people see me running around trying to fix things, but I have been told that I am kind of crazy. I happen to be very good at copying people as well (trying to act normal after all), so don't be too surprised if I start copying your gestures or movements. I will also start ranting about objects or places being asymmetrical if it it's overly obvious (like if one side is a foot taller than the other) and it's something I am trying to control a little bit at a time. As of this moment I no longer flip out about people's looks... But monsters are a different story.
I really like Understanding people, Perfectly Symmetrical Objects, Not Spazzing out, Alone time for myself
But I hate Monsters and their ugly asymmetrical faces, Cruel People, Having to deal with people for elongated periods of time, and Spazzing out in public.
And Please don't bring in Irrational Fear that people don't really like him and they never will. I am scared of Thunderstorms (I have always hated them)
But no matter what one day I want To be normal, to grow up and have a normal life... Well as normal as it gets being a demigod.
In case I have to fight I have I have a nice shiny hammer that's about as big as I am for maximum smashing.
I'm really good at Escaping things, seriously I escaped a Hydra in the middle of a forest with nothing but a rusty carving knife. I also have a knack for finding things that appear useless but I can use later, like little twigs that I can sharpen up and make a pit fall trap or an old shovel that I can use as a weapon.
But I'm horrible at Let's just say that my physical strength and stamina are astoundingly... garbage. There's a reason it took me a month to get to camp and it was because I would get too tired because I spent years of my life indoors.
My life at camp is interesting...
I meet a few people, who are my friends (Leave this blank for now)
and a few people who are my enemies (Leave this blank for now) .
Though I kind of like (Crush - if applies)
