[centre][h3][colour=saddlebrown]Hudson Fulbright[/colour][/h3][/centre]

"[colour=saddlebrown]Good goddam morning world![/colour]" Muttered a tired Hudson, staring out of his bedroom window. Another day of dealing with his annoying delinquent sisters, ridiculously oblivious anti-Zeus leaders and annoyingly happy pests. School sucked. The only comforts he had were his friends, and his closeness to being able to summon the dead. It was like a dream come true for him, finally not being the only child of Hades who couldn't summon a hoard of angry Mongol warriors to do his bidding. Life also sucked. And now, it was another fun day of dealing with his inferiority to his sisters. Yay!

Hudson shuffled onto the quad in school, wearing his almost iconic vintage flight jacket and NASA shirt. His satchel was bulging with a rather large book that didn't look like it belonged in any lessons. It was his little one-of-a-kind time his father gave him when he turned 15. It contained secrets his sisters didn't know, like about how he can sense death. Seating himself in a quiet, dark, corner outside the academy, he began to silently thumb through the pages until he found what he wanted. Hydras, there we go. He couldn't summon the dead yet, but he cared more about the monsters. This tome was his personal book of monsters, a subject he cared a lot about. If he could summon a chimera [i]and[/i] an angry hoard in Mongols, his life would be complete.