The Sunlight’s Reflections

I’m Lester… I think that’s my name, at least. This site is unfamiliar territory for me, but Percy mentioned that it was a good space to meet other demigods. So here’s some info about me! I have amnesia, though, so don’t expect me to remember much.

Full name: Lester Micheal Papadopoulos. That’s what it said on my driver’s license.

Age: 16, I think?

Birthday: April Eighth, I believe. I don’t know the exact year, due to the Hermes’ kids stealing my license before I thought to check.

Godly Parent: I honestly have no idea. Percy says it might be Apollo, but that feels… wrong. I’m leaning towards Leto as a possibility.

Mortal Parent: Again, I don’t have a clue. Someone with the last name Papadopoulos, I’m assuming?

I don’t know anybody on here, since no one at Camp was interested in telling me their blog names, but hopefully I get to meet some new demigods!

Facts to know about me:

I absolutely love cows and wolves. They are the best animals in my opinion.

Favorite flower are hyacinths! They are gorgeous, despite the bittersweet feeling I get looking at them.

I have a god chilling in my brain. He calls himself Memory, since he refuses to tell me his real name. Yep. He called himself Memory when interacting with a kid with amnesia. He says “We’re deeply intertwined in more personal ways than you’d think.” Yeah, so if any Egyptian magicians who used to host gods have any advice on how to deal with them, please help me out here.

Why, exactly, is no one worried about it?? Even Will! He's a medic, and he's not the slightest bit afraid about the actual lava in the supposed 'safe haven for demigods?' It's godsforsaken lava, for crying out loud!

I’ll bring this up to Chiron next time I see him, most likely.

As if he’ll care.

Oh, and if your wondering, the haiku is this *ahem*:

Memory loss sucks

Percy, Jason, how did you

(Going to preface this with, this is The Hidden Oracle era, except Lester has amnesia. Keep it PG, and no romance! Even if Lester was a regular teenager, he doesn’t have his memory, so I don’t think he’s really looking for a romantic relationship rn-)

It’s pretty late at night. As in, harpies are soon going to be roaming around late at night. Which is why it’s so surprising to see a boy walking around seemingly not even the tiniest bit pressed to reach his cabin. There is a very slight golden glow around him, and he’s scribbling in a sketchbook, though he does look sad.