26 (but satyrs mature twice as slowly as humans, so I’m really 13)
Camp Half-Blood, Long Island, New York
Give a hoot, don’t pollute!
I’m a satyr, half-man, half-goat. I finally got my searcher’s license to find the missing god Pan, but I keep getting interrupted! Oh well, at least the Cyclopes didn’t eat me.
Who I’d Like to Meet:
The Great God Pan! I have to find him! I’d also like to meet Dian Fossey, the lady who worked with the gorillas, and Artemis. She’s so into nature!
not getting killed, eating, drinking, hiking, searching for Pan, eating
reed pipe music! I like to do Mozart, Hilary Duff, just about anything.
Into the Wild.
Sesame Street. (What? It’s quality entertainment!)
Roughing It travel guides
the Sierra Club, Theodore Roosevelt, Pan
I’m dating a very nice tree at the moment. She’s a wood nymph named Juniper.
Camp Half-Blood, I was born in the woods.
Root Beer, with extra roots
barnyard. I have shaggy legs and hooves. My top half is . . . um, very buff. Yes, very.
searcher and keeper. When I’m not looking for Pan, I find demigods and get them to camp safely.
trained in nature magic and survival by the Council of Cloven Elders.