M.J has seen it all at Camp Half-Blood. The Giant War II, the rising of Kronos (and the inevitable falling). She'd been here almost as long as Percy Jackson himself. And yet...

She remains unclaimed. Hell, no one knows a thing about her. The demigod is hardly social. The only way people hear of her is because of her mad sword skills. And even then, M.J doesn't stick around at the training grounds. She prefers to practice in the Northern Woods. Unbothered. That is, until you go poking around up there where you shouldn't. On a dare from Connor Stoll, head of the Hermes cabin. And that's when you saw lightning between her fingertips, when she became aware of a presence. Clearly, she didn't know it was a demigod.

Of course, the demigod found you. She nicked your tongue with the dagger strung to her neck, again and again, until you were sworn to secrecy. You still couldn't believe it. Her, a child of Zeus? She's everything he's not!

The bitter thought stuck out in your mind, as you watched standing by the riverbank, completely exposed during Capture the Flag. She never plays usually, but Chiron's been watching her more closely lately. With the heat on, she has to blend in. Stay nomal. "You goin' to stare, or get the hell over here?" She asked, carelessly spinning both blades in her hand. Seemingly forgetting the fact she could take her ear off with a single wrong move from either longsword.