Name: Ishmael
Age: 12
God/ess Parent: Hephaestus
Personality: Ishmael is a no nonsense, solemn streak of cynicism and sarcasm all compacted into the body of a twelve year old. He laughs at whoever calls him cynical, preferring the term realist, and doesn't give anyone more respect than they deserve. Which, the vast majority of the time, he doesn't believe they deserve it. He will constantly point out flaws and ways various situations will, or have, backfired on other people, just to keep them from bothering him. He prefers to work on his various projects of building things and otherwise create things, and people bothering him simply delay the completion of whatever he's building. What few people he gets along with he will still make comments at, but is willing to help them when they ask, while complaining all the time.
Magical weapon: Ishmael has a monkey wrench that he inherited from his 'father', that being the one on Earth who raised him until being sent off to the Half Blood camp, that beyond not breaking no matter what abuse Ishmael puts the thing through, has no real obvious traits that make it unusual. It takes the form of a key, which doesn't leave his person.
History: Ishmael was born on the East Coast of the US, or so he was aware of, the son of a plumber and his wife. In fact, he was adopted as they would never be quite able to tell him before things went south, and his parentage was a bit more impressive then a plumber hailing from Philadelphia. Growing up, he went through much stranger emotional swings and changes then others his age. First, he did not mature as quickly for a long while, well into his tenth year of age, getting angry or upset far more quickly then most other children who progressed more gradually through their emotional development. He then promptly leapfrogged right to a much more mature outlook, and partially due to how others treated the boy, and partially because of his 'fathers' outlook, he was very cynical when he found himself staring down some creature from the history books, specifically some Greek being. He escaped, but not before he spotted some person attacking and dispatching it rather easily. A few days later his parents abruptly sent him to some summer camp, and more was explained there as to what was going on. At least, as much as he was inclined to believe, which was almost none of it. Yes, some creature had come after him before being sent here, but beyond what he had already seen with his own eyes, he didn't buy a single bit of the rest of it.