Claiming:Camp/Qwenter

Full Name: Alec Kim

Nickname/Preferred Name: Qwenter

Gender: Male

Age: 16

Appearance: Pure black, kind of long hair. Brown eyes, reasonably thin and yet muscular. About 5 foot 7. 6.3 foot wingspan.

Personality: Prone to violence and fits of pure rage. Easy to make extremely mad, but generally calm and composed, along with some gentleness and kindness somewhere in his pure black heart.

Possessions: An All black hat, a few black tee shirts and black jeans, with a pair of red Converses, a black backpack. An all black Gibson Les Paul kept inside of his hard plastic guitar case.

Godly Parent: Ares, Apollo, Posideon

Mortal Parent: Unknown, put into adoption at birth. Grew up with a foster family.

Backstory: Born somewhere in Detroit. His father disappeared, a one night stand with his mother, who gave him up for adoption as soon as he was born. Alec never knew his birth parents, so he ended up with a foster home. He tried to run away, but always ended up getting caught and in trouble. Alec was raised in one of the rougher neighborhoods of Detroit, Across the 8 Mile. Alec took the name Qwenter in homage to his foster brother, who used that name in street rap battles with his crew. Alec's brother, real name James, was brutally murdered, stabbed 14 times in the chest, right in front of Alec. Alec was 10 when this happened. He ended up in a crew, carrying at all times. The first time he had to use the gun, 7 years after the murder of his brother, the bullet passed straight through his target and ended up beaten within an inch of his life. He was quickly saved by the other members of his gang, then taken to the hospital. He was left in a coma for three days, and what he saw was... supernatural. He saw faces he'd never seen before, creatures of mythical proportions. Moments before he awoke, he heard a whisper. "Camp Half-blood" the voice whispered. He was awake immediately afterwards, surrounded by his crew mates. They explained everything to him. Everything. From what Camp was to who he truly was. After a few weeks, he began a walk to Camp Half-Blood in New York. Along the way, he swiped some clothes and his guitar, the Gibson Les Paul. He taught himself during the nights of his walk. He eventually found his way here, to Camp Half-Blood.