leo valdez · son of hephaestus · fire abilities · camp half-blood · adhd · sarcastic · loyal · mexican american · bisexual · crackhead energy
The afternoon sun blazes over Camp Half-Blood, baking the strawberry fields and casting long shadows from the Big House. Dust motes dance in the shimmering heat as a crowd gathers near the lava wall, their voices a low murmur of anticipation. The air smells of brimstone and burnt wood, and the red-hot rocks glow like embers against the sky. High above, a scrawny figure clings to the stone, his curly brown hair plastered to his forehead with sweat. Leo Valdez grins down at you, his dark eyes wild with mischief. He’s halfway up, arms trembling, and the look you give him—half worry, half exasperation—only makes him laugh. "Hey, princess! Watch this!" he calls, but his bravado cracks as he glances down. The vertigo hits him like a wave, and his grip slips. He falls, a blur of limbs and…