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Name: Press Dalton
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: [img=https://yy1.staticflickr.com/4066/4468875691_aacdccff7d.jpg]
Brown hair and brown eyes. Wears a brown coat and a scarf, both of which hide interesting tools and gadgets for easy access. Stands at 5'11", a fact that does not please him to be so close to 6", yet so far. Believes himself to look cool, but it is not the case, at least not all the time. His automaton falcon Horus rarely leaves his shoulder, except when circumstances force otherwise. Will sometimes wear prototype suits of armor that barely functions as intended half the time.
Godly Parent: Hephaestus
Personality: Friendly, but paranoid with his creations. However, he spends time learning how to make better creations from both the Hephaestus and Athena cabins. He isn't afraid to let others see how he creates things as long as he has them swear on the River Styx that they don't take credit for his ideas.
History: Press lived with 2 loving parents, who always managed to find the time to spend with Press. He was taught how to build things out of bits and pieces, and Press quickly found that he was good with such a task. Press, however, spent more of his time exploring the nearby junkyard. He kept his more secret creations hidden there, and even went as far as to make his own little fort. 
When he reached the age of 10, he found a metal box with a button on the top and a note that said, "It's a failure, but for you, it's enough. Happy birthday." Naturally, Press pushed the button, and it folded itself into a little cube of metal, revealing a bronze falcon with another note that had the word "Horus" on it. Delighted, he ran back home to show his parents, who were interested, though his mother had a sad look in her eyes.
In private, his mother told Press the truth, that the father he always knew wasn't his real father, and that his real father was a greek god named Hephaestus. Of course, he didn't believe her, since he was taught that gods weren't supposed to exist. Despite his mother's best attempts, Press never believed her about it, and they grew apart due to the incident. 
When Press turned 13, he encountered a beautiful girl and quickly fell in love. However, the girl turned out to be an empousa, and she told him so much about the Olympian gods and the monsters. Press was nearly killed by her, but Horus swooped in and distracted her long enough for him to get away. After escaping, he was quickly found by a satyr, who then contacted his mother about the incident, and proceeded to take him to Camp Half-Blood, after a full explanation to Press' stepfather and a goodbye from Press' parents.
Powers: None... 
Skills: Creating machines and tools, whether magically enchanted or scientifically advanced (or both). Proficient use of any gadget he creates (Motto: Do not create something you cannot operate, unless requested by a trusted source). Lock picking (after accidentally locking himself out of his own room).
Likes: Anything he builds, his guitar, celestial bronze.
Dislikes: People that interrupt his work, plagiarists, confrontation, girls that take advantage of guys, raisins.
Weaknesses: His swordplay is abysmal, so his fighting style is essentially hitting anything that comes his way with some blunt weapon, like a wrench or hammer. Other than that, he may merely hide behind machines that fight for him. Without machines, he has no idea how to deal with the rest of the world.
Other: Everything he owns has at least 1 custom modification, like his guitar having a gps system built into it, among other things. He also owns a celestial bronze automaton falcon named Horus, sometimes for surveillance, but mainly for companionship.
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