there’s a difference between trade scars which can be added per drawing and by how much combat the character is likely to have seen (ie Nico has tons of scars, Clarisse and Annabeth have a fair few, where as Drew and Will probably don’t have as many), and distinctive scars which are noted in the books and can help identify a character. distinctive scars include:
Jason has a scar on his lip (from trying to eat a stapler when he was a baby)
Hylla has a scar across her forehead (from dueling for her and Reyna’s freedom from the pirates)
as of boo Nico has claw scars across his upper arms, probably starting at his shoulders (from killing Lycaon)
Luke has a scar down the side of his face (from a quest to get an apple I think, I don’t remember)
Other injuries that probably left scars:
it’s possible both Percy and Sally have scars from Gabe
Percy’s encounter with the pit scorpion at the end of tlt, on his palm
the ship exploding in som probably gave Tyson quite a few scars
the poisoned blade Annabeth took for Percy in tlo, on her upper arm
anyone in the battle of manhattan probably got a few scars from it
Gwen getting stabbed through the chest with a pilum during the war games in son, probably on her upper chest with a matching scar slightly lower on her back
Hazel’s death, though oil killed her she did die in a cave in and even though she got a new body her scars may have carried over
Nico’s trek through tartarus
when Cupid shot Nico in the shoulder with one of his arrows
Percy and Annabeth’s trek through tartarus
Percy and Annabeth’s encounter with the Arai (the curses of their enemies)
when Jason got stabbed from behind at the beginning of boo, on his abdomen both front and back
the gash on the side of Annabeth’s neck at the end of boo
Leo’s faked death at the end of boo
Jason has a gap in his hair from a bullet as of hoh
Frank is chubby up until hoh when Mars (unfortunately) decides to “fix” him by making him taller and more muscular
for at least the first four books Annabeth is taller than Percy
Percy has a tooth gap
Piper braids feathers from spoils of war into her hair
Hazel is African American
Piper is Native American
Leo is Latino
Reyna and Hylla are Latina (from Puerto Rico)
Frank is Chinese Canadian
Drew and Ethan are Japanese (assumed from their last names)
Nico’s skin colour is never stated, only that he has an olive undertone and that from botl onward he gets steadily more sickly pale (though as of the end of boo it looks like he’s beginning to lead a healthier lifestyle)
Percy’s camp necklace has six beads as of the end of boo
Annabeth’s has at least ten beads and her father’s college ring
Clarisse, Will, the Stolls, and other campers who are assumed to have been there before Percy probably have a similar amount
Jason, Piper, and Leo’s necklaces all have one bead
Nico’s necklace has anywhere from one to three beads on it, depending on whether or not they gave him ones for his aid in the battle of the labyrinth (probably not) and the battle of manhattan (more likely since he stayed for a while after)
both Nico and Reyna have rings that they twist when they’re anxious/thinking, Nico’s is the shape of a skull and Reyna’s has the symbol of Bellona and is most likely a seal ring
Frank’s bow and quiver can turn into a backpack
Frank spends the majority of their journey in pants that are too small for him because Leo’s an asshole (he loses his extra pants to Leo’s bullying in moa and they go clothes shopping for him in boo)
added onto that, Frank spends a while after his transformation in hoh in clothes that don’t fit until they get him new ones in boo
Leo has pointy elfish ears
both Percy and Leo are described as having lopsided, troublemaker grins
Nico is described as having dark bags under his eyes and looking sickly, and post moa is described as extremely malnourished (though this seems to be slowly getting better by the end of boo)
the longer the books go on the tanner Jason gets and the lighter his hair gets
Jason grew up on the coast of CA and probably can’t handle weather or anything under 68° F without many layers
Reyna’s cape is purple and glimmers gold in the light as of Athena’s blessing near the end of boo
Percy’s eyes are sea green
Hazel’s eyes are gold
Piper’s eyes change colour
Annabeth’s eyes are stormy gray
Jason and Thalia’s eyes are electric blue
don’t let the official art constrain your character designs
This is all I can think of right now, if I missed anything or got anything wrong feel free to add to the list/correct me, I’m a little shaky on what happened in what book…
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The tents, that can become small boxes about the size of a pack of chewing gum, became enchanted to return to your pocket (like Percy’s sword) after too many incidents of “Fuck it guys, I think I lost my tent again! Why are those things so small? I mean it shouldn’t be that easy to lose a tent!”
Because Artemis often just travels with only a group of 20 hunters, a couple of them can just stay in the mortal world for a while. Most of them like to stay with the Amazons and do some experience on that front.
Sometimes they’re actually a bit relieved to not join the hunt for a few weeks. They love Artemis and hunting for sure, but you have to admit, sometimes too much silver is just too much silver.
They have an anual remembrance day on the first full moon of June where they honour the fallen hunters of that year. Artemis always makes sure that there is a beautiful Strawberry moon enlighting the sky.
Much like werewolves in certain stories, the Hunters can communicate with each other through telepathy while hunting.
All hunters have an enchanted pocket watch that shows the phases of the moon.
When two Hunters fall in love, Artemis usually shows mercy, knowing the vow spoke of leaving behind the company of men not women, and instead sends them to the Amazons.
On halloween the Hunters often get mistaken for ghosts when they are camping in muggle forests. A lot of folklore are based on them.
Artemis and her hunters have bumped into the Valkyrie on many occasions. Artemis doesn’t like them very much as she doesn’t want her hunters to become einherjar, but instead let them finally have the peace and calmness they deserve.
One Hunter was allowed to keep her pet cat as it technically is an animal that hunts as well.
Much like the camp half blood necklace beads, the Hunters have charm bracelets. They get a charm in the shape of a moon once they arrive and then a star shaped one every ten years they serve Artemis.
They have water bottles that can make their water taste like whatever flavour they want.
basing all of these off of my experience because Reasons… remember that you can differ from these symptoms and still be on the spectrum! :o autism is entirely that, a spectrum, and thus it effects (affects?) people differently… autistic people are different from each other sometimes and thats a great and wonderful thing! ♡
- will is a super picky eater! it makes him feel guilty but if something is a bad texture he’ll USUALLY try to swallow it whole (dont ever do that please, its bad for you) to be polite but other times he’ll spit it out and he feels terrible for doing it. he prefers mash potatoes with chunks rather than without, flat soda over fizz, and hard crunchy things like peanut brittle. just… good textures for the mouth and teeth
- will having hyper-empathy as opposed to the opposite since both are common in autism AND adhd. he struggles to understand things sometimes but as hard as it is to have hyper-empathy, he admits that it helps him lots ESPECIALLY in the infirmary
- music is a good stim, pacing too. he likes to walk around and play with his hair and the beads on his camp necklace and once chiron actually caught him playing with his tail because hair is such a good texture it just feels so nice!!! (after that he’ll lean down and let will touch the hair on his head or even his beardy beard because will no thats weird thats my horse butt)
- he has a hard time understanding things sometimes, especially if its something very simple? he asks people to rephrase things a lot and it makes him feel kind of guilty but as he grows older he realizes its hardly a burden for people (and usually people like being engaged in conversation, which is something that took him a looong time to learn)
- communication?? is so tiring. he’s gotten pretty good at it from working in the infirmary but then people try to smalltalk and hes just like ??? what do you mean “hows your abuela” i dont know go ask her?? im not my abuela, you goofball, how would i know
- he’s one of the few autistic people in camp that dont use ‘spoons’ because he doesnt really understand the metaphor, so he uses battery instead! it makes him feel like a cool robot too like… will: “beep beep boop im too drained to talk to you fuck off pls” cecil: “will holy shit” and he even has a special pin that his friend makes him that looks like the corner phone battery thing on red/low so people dont try to engage him too much AND!! a super special writing board that says what he writes for when hes nonverbal, which happens very rarely. it was made by his buddy jake from cabin 9… what a good guy
- he’s afraid of talking about his special interests (medicine - specificslly surgery - and star trek) but if you slowly goad him with questions about it before you know its hes infodumping and clenching and unclenching his hands happily and even flapping if he gets super excited! it takes him a while to be able to do it around nico without being self concious but nico thinks its the cutest, most endearing thing in the entire world
- nico getting him a skull-shaped chew stim as a joke that he thinks wills gonna like ironically but nah he loves the fuck out of that thing and gnaws on it all the time and thinks of nico and how much he loves him when he starts to feel shy or ashamed and doesnt feel so bad anymore
just…. autistic will yall, like, hell yes!!!! im getting a tablet for my birthday, i think, so! i can maybe draw him with the rainbow infinity sign (since i hate the puzzle piece) - mod will
Just finished making this Camp Half Blood necklace. It’s specifically based on Percy’s necklace and I know there’s a lot of discussion about what should be on each bead as some of the books don’t mention it but I just used one bead for each book in the first series.
Let’s talk about something that was brought up in the Lightning Thief and never ever mentioned again but still makes me strangely upset to this very day.
Annabeth said, “Good dog!”
She held up the tattered red ball, and probably came to the same conclusion I did-if she rewarded
Cerberus, there’d be nothing left for another trick.
She threw the ball anyway. The monster’s left mouth immediately snatched it up, only to be attacked by
the mid-dle head, while the right head moaned in protest.
While the monster was distracted, Annabeth walked briskly under its belly and joined us at the metal
“How did you do that?” I asked her, amazed.
“Obedience school,” she said breathlessly, and I was sur-prised to see there were tears in her eyes.
“When I was little, at my dad’s house, we had a Doberman… .”
“Never mind that,” Grover said, tugging at my shirt. “Come on!”
We were about to bolt through the EZ DEATH line when Cerberus moaned pitifully from all three
mouths. Annabeth stopped.
She turned to face the dog, which had done a one-eighty to look at us.
Cerberus panted expectantly, the tiny red ball in pieces in a puddle of drool at its feet.
“Good boy,” Annabeth said, but her voice sounded melancholy and uncertain.
The monster’s heads turned sideways, as if worried about her.
“I’ll bring you another ball soon,” Annabeth promised faintly. “Would you like that?”
The monster whimpered. I didn’t need to speak dog to know Cerberus was still waiting for the ball.
“Good dog. I’ll come visit you soon. I-I promise.” Annabeth turned to us. “Let’s go.”
It was such a little interaction but it made me so sad and I just want more to this????
Annabeth, who’s the outcast of her mortal family, is hated by her step mother, ignored by her father, and is slowly being replaced by two younger siblings.
Annabeth who was unwanted and alone and wants nothing more in the world than a friend.
Annabeth, coming home from school one day to find that her father got Matthew and Bobby a puppy doberman. She knows she is not welcome into this happy family scenario and so she continues onto her room, unacknowledged.
Annabeth, who watches Mathew and Bobby grow disinterested in this puppy as he grows, the cuteness factor wearing off and taking care of it they decide is not worth it. Her father wants to take it back to the pound. (She won’t let him.)
Annabeth, who is given no room for a single mistake. “If I have to clean up one mess it’s gone.” Her step mother warns. Annabeth just nods silently.
(She renames him Philos, the greek word for friend.)
Annabeth, who for the first time in her life, is loved unconditionally by someone. Philos, who stays out in the yard but is her constant companion. She builds him the greatest dog house known to man (It’s her first architectural feat.)
Annabeth, who sleeps with him. Who curls her tiny fists into his hair and cuddles up to his body warmth, choking back her tears because she just wants her family to love her. Philos, who licks her face until she smiles again.
Annabeth, who teaches him commands in ancient greek. Stand, sit, shake, roll over, bark, jump, he can do it all. He’s the smartest dog in the world she decides. He wears a bright red collar and she thinks that with him, her home life is just bearable.
Annabeth, who Philos learns to kill spider underneath his paw for and recognizes the scent of monster a mile of way. Even though the monster attacks decrease with him around the hatred from her family only seems to grow.
Annabeth, who comes home one day and her step mother greets her. She’s taken aback but after silent hesitation she cautiously returns the greeting. Her step mother looks nervous, guilty even, and she says she needs to talk to her.
(Apparently she accidentally left the gate open. Philos got out and was hit by a car.)
Annabeth, who’s handed a bright red collar without an apology.
Annabeth, who does not cry until her door is locked firmly behind her.
Annabeth, who has lost her only friend.
Annabeth, who wears Philos’s tags on her camp necklace and has never forgotten him to this day.
The image faded, and a girl’s voice whispered: “Percy.”
At first, Percy thought he was still asleep. When he’d lost his memory, he’d spent weeks dreaming about Annabeth, the only person he
remembered from his past. As his eyes opened and his vision cleared, he
realized she was really there.
She was standing by his berth, smiling down at him.
Her blond hair fell across her shoulders. Her storm-gray eyes were
bright with amusement. He remembered his first day at Camp Half-Blood,
five years ago, when he’d woken from a daze and found Annabeth standing
over him. She had said, You drool when you sleep.
She was sentimental that way.
“Wh—what’s going on?” he asked. “Are we there?”
“No,” she said, her voice low. “It’s the middle of the night.”
“You mean…” Percy’s heart started to race. He realized he was in his
pajamas, in bed. He probably had been drooling, or at least making weird
noises as he dreamed. No doubt he had a severe case of pillow hair and
his breath didn’t smell great. “You sneaked into my cabin?”
Annabeth rolled her eyes. “Percy, you’ll be seventeen in two months.
You can’t seriously be worried about getting into trouble with Coach
“Uh, have you seen his baseball bat?”
“Besides, Seaweed Brain, I just thought we could take a walk. We
haven’t had any time to be together alone. I want to show you
something—my favorite place aboard the ship.”
Percy’s pulse was still in overdrive, but it wasn’t from fear of getting into trouble. “Can I, you know, brush my teeth first?”
“You’d better,” Annabeth said. “Because I’m not kissing you until you do. And brush your hair while you’re at it.”
For a trireme, the ship was huge, but it still felt cozy to
Percy—like his dorm building back at Yancy Academy, or any of the other
boarding schools he’d gotten kicked out of. Annabeth and he crept
downstairs to the second deck, which Percy hadn’t explored except for
She led him past the engine room, which looked like a very dangerous,
mechanized jungle gym, with pipes and pistons and tubes jutting from a
central bronze sphere. Cables resembling giant metal noodles snaked
across the floor and ran up the walls.
“How does that thing even work?” Percy asked.
“No idea,” Annabeth said. “And I’m the only one besides Leo who can operate it.”
“It should be fine. It’s only threatened to blow up once.”
“You’re kidding, I hope.”
She smiled. “Come on.”
They worked their way past the supply rooms and the armory. Toward
the stern of the ship, they reached a set of wooden double doors that
opened into a large stable. The room smelled of fresh hay and wool
blankets. Lining the left wall were three empty horse stalls like the
ones they used for pegasi back at camp. The right wall had two empty
cages big enough for large zoo animals.
In the center of the floor was a twenty-foot-square see-through
panel. Far below, the night landscape whisked by—miles of dark
countryside crisscrossed with illuminated highways like the strands of a
“A glass-bottomed boat?” Percy asked.
Annabeth grabbed a blanket from the nearest stable gate and spread it across part of the glass floor. “Sit with me.”
They relaxed on the blanket as if they were having a picnic, and watched the world go by below.
“Leo built the stables so pegasi could come and go easily,” Annabeth
said. “Only he didn’t realize that pegasi prefer to roam free, so the
stables are always empty.”
Percy wondered where Blackjack was—roaming the skies somewhere,
hopefully following their progress. Percy’s head still throbbed from
getting whopped by Blackjack’s hoof, but he didn’t
hold that against the horse.
“What do you mean, come and go easily?” he asked. “Wouldn’t a pegasus have to make it down
two flights of stairs?”
Annabeth rapped her knuckles on the glass. “These are bay doors, like on a bomber.”
Percy gulped. “You mean we’re sitting on doors? What if they opened?”
“I suppose we’d fall to our deaths. But they won’t open. Most likely.”
Annabeth laughed. “You know why I like it here? It’s not just the view. What does this place remind you of?”
Percy looked around: the cages and stables, the Celestial bronze lamp
hanging from the beam, the smell of hay, and of course Annabeth sitting
close to him, her face ghostly and beautiful in the soft amber light.
“That zoo truck,” Percy decided. “The one we took to Las Vegas.”
Her smile told him he’d gotten the answer right.
“That was so long ago,” Percy said. “We were in bad shape, struggling
to get across the country to find that stupid lightning bolt, trapped
in a truck with a bunch of mistreated animals. How can you be nostalgic
“Because, Seaweed Brain, it’s the first time we really talked, you
and me. I told you about my family, and…” She took out her camp
necklace, strung with her dad’s college ring and a colorful clay bead
for each year at Camp Half-Blood. Now there was something else on the
leather cord: a red coral pendant Percy had given her when they had
started dating. He’d brought it from his father’s palace at the bottom
of the sea. “And,” Annabeth continued, “it reminds me how long we’ve
known each other. We were twelve, Percy. Can you believe that?”
“No,” he admitted. “So…you knew you liked me from that moment?”
She smirked. “I hated you at first. You annoyed me. Then I tolerated you for a few years. Then—”
She leaned over and kissed him: a good, proper kiss without anyone watching—no Romans anywhere, no screaming satyr chaperones.
She pulled away. “I missed you, Percy.”
Percy wanted to tell her the same thing, but it seemed too small a
comment. While he had been on the Roman side, he’d kept himself alive
almost solely by thinking of Annabeth. I missed you didn’t really cover
He remembered earlier in the night, when Piper had forced the eidolon
to leave his mind. Percy hadn’t been aware of its presence until she
had used her charmspeak. After the eidolon was gone, he felt as if a hot
spike had been removed from his forehead. He hadn’t realized how much
pain he had been in until the spirit left. Then his thoughts became
clearer. His soul settled comfortably back into his body.
Sitting here with Annabeth made him feel the same way. The past few
months could have been one of his strange dreams. The events at Camp
Jupiter seemed as fuzzy and unreal as that fight with Jason, when they
had both been controlled by the eidolons.
Yet he didn’t regret the time he’d spent at Camp Jupiter. It had opened his eyes in a lot of ways.
“Annabeth,” he said hesitantly, “in New Rome, demigods can live their whole lives in peace.”
“Her expression turned guarded. “Reyna explained it to me. But, Percy, you belong at Camp Half-Blood. That other life—”
“I know,” Percy said. “But while I was there, I saw so many demigods
living without fear: kids going to college, couples getting married and
raising families. There’s nothing like that at Camp Half-Blood. I kept
thinking about you and me…and maybe someday when this war with the
giants is over…”
It was hard to tell in the golden light, but he thought Annabeth was blushing.
“Oh,” she said.
Percy was afraid he’d said too much. Maybe he’d scared her with his big
dreams of the future. She was usually the one with the plans. Percy
cursed himself silently.
As long as he’d known Annabeth, he still felt like he understood so
little about her. Even after they’d been dating several months, their
relationship had always felt new and delicate, like a glass sculpture.
He was terrified of doing something wrong and breaking it.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I just…I had to think of that to keep going. To give me hope. Forget I mentioned—”
“No!” she said. “No, Percy. Gods, that’s so sweet. It’s just…we may
have burned that bridge. If we can’t repair things with the Romans—well,
the two sets of demigods have never gotten along. That’s why the gods
kept us separate. I don’t know if we could ever belong there.”
Percy didn’t want to argue, but he couldn’t let go of the hope. It
felt important—not just for Annabeth and him, but for all the other
demigods. It had to be possible to belong in two different worlds at
once. After all, that’s what being a demigod was all about—not quite
belonging in the mortal world or on Mount Olympus, but trying to make
peace with both sides of their nature.
here’s my gift exchange for @ninyard , i hope you like it <3 (these are,,,random kandreil hcs set in the pjo verse pls bear with me)
so i think we all can agree on the fact that neil is a child of Hermes, the god of messengers, roads, travelers and thieves (he’s also described as cunning, witty and quick)
in this au neil def takes after his dad; he loves to outsmart his opponents, is the fastest demigod in camp half blood n has,of course, a smart mouth aka he can never shut the fuck up n gets into trouble 24/7 and poor andrew has to deal it all the damn time
but we all know that andrew lovehates neils ability to twist andrews words around and use them to win arguments lmao