persi jackson, daughter of the sea

Persi Jackson

Persi Jackson, the first demigod daughter of Poseidon.

She looked more like him than any of his mortal children ever had; she had his black hair, his violently green eyes (they were Rhea's eyes and she was the first demigod to ever have them). Her hair was unevenly cut and pulled up messily into a ponytail. She was dressed in jeans, a t-shirt, and a denim jacket and wearing sneakers and her fingerless arm gloves that she always wore (he had yet to get her to tell him why). Riptide was capped and in her pocket. Next to Riptide in her pocket was a swiss army pocket knife, and a scarab ring (she had served the magicians well and they were not ones to forget a service). He didn't like that she carried so many weapons.

She still had the SPQR tattoo on her right forearm. Her camp necklace hung loosely against her camp shirt. Bright orange. So easy to find when the bodies were strewn around a battlefield and those demigods- those kids- had to find them, to maybe, if they were lucky, give them a proper funeral service.

Persi Jackson, the most powerful demigod child of Poseidon.

No one could explain why it was that this daughter was so powerful. She was not the first to be born of a united Poseidon and Neptune. Yet she possessed powers only immortal children had ever inherited. Her control over water--no, over all liquids--, the earthquake abilities, heat resistance, even Sea Magic had been given to her. No one could offer a suggestion as to why ice and snow, poison and blood, bent at her command. Even Atlantis itself had accepted her as a magical core (not even Poseidon's immortal daughters had had that happen to them). But she stood, a demi-goddess, with the powers of an immortal.

Persi Jackson, who had the worst hero-complex ever.

It was one of the most uncommon of fatal flaws--the self-sacrificing loyalty that would make her choose any person over herself, that would cause her to sacrifice herself to save anyone. It gave Poseidon regular heart attacks. Because no matter if it was someone who deserved to be saved; when the time came, it would be Persi who would make the sacrifice play.

Persi Jackson, daughter of the Sea.

So often people forgot that the middle of the Big Three was not as laid-back, as careless or unattentive, as much of a jokester as he appeared. So often they forgot the power of the sea, of the rage it could hold. Of how it was Poseidon, not Athena or Ares, who had led Olympus to victory over the Titans the first time. How he was not only the god of the seas, but of earthquakes and of storms as well. So often people forgot that Persi Jackson was not as happy, as gentle, as loyal as she appeared. So often they forgot that she had the power to tear Olympus to the ground. Of how she had defeated Ares at 12. How she was not only the Hero of Olympus but twice over its savior.

Not that she gave them cause to remember, when they watched her smile and laugh and joke. When they watched her play pranks with the Stoll brothers or train a new demigod with a sword. Because they never watched in the night when the facades fell and Persi couldn't sleep, couldn't breathe--not, not after what she had been through. They never watched in the night when tears racked her body and she couldn't find comfort in anyone because when she was like this, it was too dangerous.

Not that they knew. She would never let them know. A demigod child of the Big Three with Inhuman powers? No. They could never know.

Until they did, because nothing else would work against Gaea and Persi (stupid, loyal Persi) would rather face Tartarus again than stand by when she could end it and save her friends.