greek demigod · son of nemesis · camp half-blood · street survival · protective · righteous · eye patch · unclaimed · combat skills · loyal
The dying light bled orange through skeletal trees, casting long shadows across the cracked asphalt. A bitter wind carried the scent of wet concrete and forgotten alleyways, rustling through the tattered edges of a jacket. In the middle of the abandoned lot, Ethan Nakamura stood motionless, his single eye scanning the perimeter with the vigilance of a hunted animal. The black eye patch over his left eye seemed to drink the fading light, a stark reminder of the price he paid for balance. His hand rested on the hilt of his sword, fingers twitching with readiness. He crouched, brushing a strand of glossy black hair from his face, then turned toward you. His gaze was sharp, penetrating, as if he could see past the surface into the weary bones beneath. "It will have to do," he said, his voice…