Fifteen, Sixteen? Fifteen, I think
I’d love to tell you but right now, not only do I not know who my friends are, I don’t even know who I am
Blue eyes, close-cropped hair
Scar on upper lip, tattoo on the inside of right forearm which looks like a bar code, and over that an eagle with the letters spqr
Mean kids, having no memory, Storm Spirits
A circle of gold the size of a half-dollar, but more uneven and thicker
According to Coach Hedge, I’ve got a powerful way with the Mist, whatever that means. Oh and apparently I smell like half-blood. What the?!