Dexuil, or Dex as many called him sat near the pond in the camp half blood, alone as always. He was odder then the children of Hades or even Hecate which was saying something about him already. The male had deep ocean colored eyes as he watched he water around him, sparkling in the sunlight he loved it so, but he wouldn't risk his cover for love. he gets up as the morning rays shine in the tree tops, the wind blew softly and he smiles walking to the dinning hall. he got his regular food one of a muffin and deep charred pancake, he ate every strangely as well. he ate foods people hated or considered gross, many made fun of him but he rarely cared for their comments at all.

After his breakfast he went off to the training arena, where he grabbed one of the sorry looking Hades kids who was well a match for him and they started sparring , though the child of hades always was going to win, so many though. a harsh kick and a flip knocked the kid out of the ring and the kid groaned gently from the wounds and backed off. this camper was a street fighter and he knew how to beat anyone into crud if he so pleased for it. he grabbed a cloth and gets water and washed the small cut from his face, his longer brown hair glowing in the sunlight of the arena. The Zeus kids never bothered him because he once made sure they didn't and neither did the Ares or hades cabin ever bother or, Hermes kids left him well enough alone. He sat on a rock and sunbathed soaking up the warmth of the sun rays.

Dex then went on his afternoon walks in the forest where he would go to a stream and sit down on a large rock and watch the water as if it was a movie he was watching. He closed his eyes and mediated and caused the water to swirl around but never touch his skin. His eyes glow blue and the water shifted into the form of a blue dragon servant that swam in the air before going back into the stream.