Name: Nathaniel Addams (Usually called Nate Addams, he hates being called Nathaniel.)

Age: 17 

Godly Parent: Morpheus

Years at Camp: 8

Ability: Put people to sleep and also enter and manipulate their dreams at will.
Skills: Mist manipulation, average swordsmanship, impressive stealth.
Weapon of Choice: A short sword of celestial bronze called Oneiro (Dream in Greek)

Appearance: A slender tall young man around 190 cm, usually wearing a black jacket over the camp's shirt and ripped jeans, in much of a headbanger fashion, his hair is black and straight, also fairly long for male patterns reaching his shoulders, which sometimes makes people mistake him for a girl sometimes. His skin is pale white(however not as much as Nico Di Angelo). Nate's eyes are dark blue. - [And here's a photo refference](http://i.imgur.com/NPXV5A2.png)

Personality: His personality really depends on who's he talking with, however one thing won't ever vanish even in the presence of Zeus himself, his passion for sleeping, when not accomplishing any sort of task, you can easily find Nathaniel at his cabin sleeping like a log, some may say it is to be the closest he can to his father, when in fact that is not entirelly true, that's just his hobbie. When awoken as mentioned before, his personality depends on who's before him, if it is a complete stranger who he had never heard of before, he will be quite distant, yet kind and will try to get to know them better, when with friends or people who had known him for some while and has taken a certain liking towards them he'll be open, kind and even mock them sometimes just for fun, of course nothing too serious. However when before bullies in the camp or enemies, he'll take a slightly cocky posture, mocking them, acting tough, everything to taunt to make them easier foes

Brief History: Nate was born in pretty normal family, a caring mother, a cool stepfather, who never treated him badly and an older brother son of that same stepfather, but they were as close as blood brothers could be, everything seemed normal indeed except for a some odd nightmares of a man in tunic and monsters the kid had, despite from that they all had a perfect life, until the young Nathaniel completed 9 years old.

The nightmares now were more frequent than ever and a lot of odd looking people would stare at Nate for no reason. One day he was at school in one more regular day, in fact, the last day of school. During lunch a teacher called the boy to come with him, however it was quite odd, why would someone send someone to detention in the last day of school? He went with him anyways. The teacher led the infant to an abandoned part of school and right in the momment there was no one to look, the teacher transformed into a Lamia, a half snake half human being who attacked him right away, the boy ran and ran, luckily, there was someone to save him, a satyr, sent from the Camp Half-Blood looking for a demigod who was said to be in that very school, Noah, the satyr, saved his life and took him away, the boy insisted to see his family once more. He visited his family, explained what was going on and he was going to a safe place, the camp the satyr had told him about earlier, his family denied but he went anyways, he only heard his mother saying in the end "So don't ever come home anymore."

Nathaniel arrived the camp half blood, learned of many things, monsters, the existance of gods, demigods and one think which picked his interest over anything, the mist, something which could fool the eyes of humans and even demi-gods with the right training, such thing fascinated him, he learned that the children of Hecate had the ability to control it naturally, unfortunatelly he couldn't be one, since his biological mother was human and so the interest in the mist vanished and he kept on living the life of an unclaimed demigod until the day came, the day he found out he was the son of Morpheus, god of dreams, at first it seemed stupid, but once he learned to control that it felt incredible.

Time passed and summer ended, he got the choice of remaining in the camp or going back home, a difficult choice considering his mother's words, but he decided facing his problems straight, he went back home and was well accepted once he did, from now on he would go to the camp during every summer.

On his second year of camp, his interest in the mist would come back again as he heard that not only the children of Hecate could learn to manipulate the mist, however it would be pretty hard for him to learn and he needed a lot of practice, not a real pain in the ass, as he wanted he started training until on his 7th year of camp he could do it so perfectly he could even fool demigods, he was pretty proud of himself, the male also used that quite frequently to fool his enemies during the game of capturing the flag, leading his team to victory with that combined with his ability of putting people to sleep and his decent swordsmanship. In all those years he had made many friends, some enemies in the camp, however it undoubtly became his second home and he would do anything in his power to protect it...after his nap.