[hr][h1][b][i][color=00FCD8][center]Aster Damien Luxiel[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]http://i66.tinypic.com/a0do20.jpg
[/img][/center][hr][center][color=00FCD8][b]Location[/b][/color]: Wyandotte County Lake Park
[color=00FCD8][b]Skills[/b][/color]: N/A[/center][hr][hr]

[color=00FCD8] “Nope. Not a single Zesus kid at camp. Those cabins have been empty since before I started attending.”[/color] Aster said, leaning back on his hands as he ignored Demetri’s protesting squawk. The swim helped immensely, scrubbing off the sweat and dirt from the earlier fight but he still felt gross. He really should add more supplies to his bag. He rummaged through it, pulling out one of his chapstick and applied it as he thought. Shapeshifting was a terrible indicator. Basically [i]all[/i] the gods did in one myth or another. He tossed the chapstick at Demetri afterwards and pulled out his lotion. Child of the Goddess of Beauty or not, there was still work to do to look perfect. 

[color=00FCD8] “Put that on. I can practically hear your lips cracking. It hurts my soul. You too, Jackson. Angie actually takes decent care but the canyons will distract me tonight.”[/color] Aster demanded as he rubbed the lotion into his hands, tossing the bottle into his bag. A smug grin tugged itself over his lips.[color=00FCD8] “If you’re one of Zeus’s children, then I struck gold. Me, single handedly bringing in one of the big guy’s kids and after I saved him from a cyclops. I do love being me.”[/color] Aster sighed happily, checking his reflection out of habit. His grin tugged downwards into a thoughtful frown. [color=00FCD8] “No other useful clues? How’d you get your hands on celestial bronze? I doubt you just [i]stumbled[/i] across it.”[/color]