<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/67/Dorian3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Dorian King (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10170495#msg10170495)<br/><strong>Cabin:</strong>Zeus<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Arriving at camp<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>9/21 - 8:10am<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Dimitri, Justine, Open<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Excited and just a bit apprehensive. Wearing this (http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/24/37/3d/24373d764272ce3a5d91cba8a22a4203.jpg)<br/><br/>So up until a few weeks ago, Dorian's life had been normal...well normal for him. Weird stuff always happened to him, but he just figured that was<em>his</em>life. A bunch of coincidences that just seemed to focus on him, but nothing more than that right? Wrong. In fact it was probably impossible to be more wrong. It would defy the laws of reality, but considering what he was...those laws seemed more like guidelines now than anything. Ever since he could remember, he always felt different...out of place.<br/><br/>If he was feeling bad, there always seemed to be a storm brewing, or it would just start raining. He was always stronger and faster than the other kids; stuff that just seemed odd. Music and sports came as naturally to him as breathing; to an extent that just didn't make sense how<em>right</em>it felt.He was even diagnosed with dyslexia, but seemed to get along just fine whenever he did anything with Greek mythology.<br/><br/>Well a few weeks ago, it all made sense. Some weird guy who smelled worse than a sewer and had rows of razor sharp teeth attacked him on the way home from playing basketball at the gym. Surprisingly, he ducked and dodged around him before catching a punch. And when he did, he felt a tingling in his arm and swore he saw electricity zap the guy across the alleyway. Before he could get attacked again, his neighbor Johnathan came out of nowhere, and he had goat legs! He killed the guy...snake...thing. And after he got home, they explained everything.<br/><br/>Who he was, who his real father was...he even got a quick visit from the head honcho himself. It was all surreal, but everything made sense now at least. Oh, and he had a brother too! They met and after a bit of time to pack, the Satyrs took them to camp half-blood. Dimitri though was a bit restless, and he dodged out of the hotel as soon as the sun was up.<br/><br/>Dorian had been up to watch him go, as they had similar sleeping habits. He didn't really feel like carrying all his stuff though, so he stayed with the Satyrs until they were ready to head to camp. Before he'd left, he just told him, "Don't get killed." He was joking, but he was serious as well. He was lightly strumming his guitar as they came upon the camp, and the wreckage left behind from some kind of battle it looked like.<br/><br/>There was a mangled bike in chunks, a bunch of claw marks on the ground...this was insane! When they got out of the car, the Satyrs took most of the stuff, leaving him with just the clothes on his back, a book bag, and his guitar. Walking into camp, he looked around and went for the first familiar face he saw; his brother.<br/><br/>And there was a very beautiful girl with him. He wouldn't swoop in and try anything; despite being a true son of Zeus, you just didn't violate the bro code...especially when the guy was your actual brother. "Yo Dimitri. The hell happened out there?" He jabbed his thumb over his back toward the scene of destruction outside, wondering if he or the girl knew what happened. "Oh, I'm Dorian by the way, and this is my brother Dimitri. We're kinda new here." He smiled at the girl and waved slightly; she seemed nice enough.