I'm not really good at this introduction thing, but I promised Dr. Claymore (Okay, you too, Anon) that I would try.

I'm Alabaster C. Torrington. 

Seventeen (Surprisingly, I forgot my birthday. But a year had already passed me so I guess that makes sense.)
Son of Hecate (and, okay I do not mean to brag but I'm the most powerful)
Leader of demigods in the Titan War

I'm already exiled by my own blood, so please don't vent any frustrations to my direction. Maybe I will listen, though, since that's how I and Dr. Claymore had built our bond. He listened to me when I needed guidance on how on Earth could someone cheat death (cough, Lamia, cough). 

I hate Percy Jackson, seeing as he was the one who made my mother Hecate to exile me. But I guess one can move on so I don't feel much antipathy and hatred towards him. 

Enough said now, I guess. Go back to your daily lives as demigods while I enjoy hunting monsters (and at the same time being hunted) at the other side of the world. 

Signed,
Alabaster C. Torrington

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If you've put up with Mr. Grouchy up there (What?) then congratulations! You'll definitely survive apocalypse! 

I'm the Anon, the Mistform caretaker of a certain son of Hecate. (As if Dr. Claymore wasn't enough, Lady Hecate.) And as cold-hearted this boy seems to be, he's actually nice. He's just... well, grouchy. 
-A

P.S. We have monster-free wifi, too. And we share it to anyone who wants it ;)