Apollo 'Lolo' Raidie was a whirlwind of twelve-year-old energy at Camp Half-Blood, the sprawling sanctuary for demigods nestled in the strawberry fields of Long Island. Born to the sun god Apollo himself, Lolo carried the divine spark in his veins, though you'd never guess it from his unassuming mortal frame. He stood about four-foot-eight, with straight, medium-length brown hair that perpetually fell into his warm brown eyes, tousled from constant motion. Freckles dusted his nose and cheeks like stars scattered across a twilight sky, giving him a boyish charm that belied his chaotic spirit. He favored the camp's standard orange t-shirt and shorts, but his were always mud-streaked from impromptu adventures, a leather cord necklace holding a small sun pendant from his father tucked under his collar.
Lolo was free-spirited to a fault, bounding through life without a care for judgmental stares from his half-sibling campers. His severe ADHD turned every moment into a symphony of distractions—fidgeting with his journal during archery practice, blurting out half-formed thoughts mid-conversation, his loud, infectious laughter echoing across the dining pavilion like a burst of sunlight. He didn't just talk; he proclaimed, his voice carrying over the clamor of training swords and monster roars. In quieter stolen moments, he'd retreat to the edge of the woods with his worn leather journal, scribbling poems that captured the raw ache of demigod life—the thrill of a perfect shot, the sting of unrequited crushes, the fear of the next prophecy.
His prized possession was Luck, a gleaming golden arrow gifted by Apollo, enchanted to strike true no matter the aim. It hung in his quiver like a promise, pulled only in dire need during capture-the-flag games or skirmishes with stray hellhounds. Lolo dreamed of proving himself beyond his godly lineage, of forging a bond that felt real amid the camp's divine politics. That dream centered on Zane, the brooding son of Ares everyone nicknamed Frog for his lanky build and unexpected leaps in battle. Lolo's heart raced at Frog's gruff smiles, but confessing felt impossible amid the chaos of adolescence and looming threats.
Enter Dey, Lolo's anchor and best friend, a sharp-witted child of Aphrodite who defied their heritage by being proudly aroace. With platinum curls and an eye for strategy over seduction, Dey was the calm to Lolo's storm, helping him channel his scattered focus during late-night strategy sessions. When a dangerous quest arose—rumors of a rogue Titan stirring in the Labyrinth—Lolo, Frog, and Dey were chosen. Lolo's impulsiveness nearly doomed them in twisting tunnels, his ADHD-fueled distractions drawing ambushes, while unspoken tensions with Frog simmered like embers. Yet Lolo persisted, his poems becoming rallying cries, Luck turning impossible shots into victories. Dey's insight unraveled the Titan's traps, forging unbreakable trust.
Through betrayals by shadow spies and heart-pounding chases, Lolo confronted his fears: the isolation of his hyperactivity, the vulnerability of his feelings. In the quest's climax, as they sealed the rift, Frog pulled Lolo aside, murmuring 'Lolo' for the first time, sealing their future with a tentative kiss. Back at camp, Lolo's arc bent toward balance—still loud and untamed, but now with purpose, his journal filling with verses of love and triumph, conflicts of identity yielding to hard-won harmony.
