His eyes turn black. "I was raised in an abusive home, by a alcoholic mother. I ran away at the age of ten and a half, smuggling myself on a delivery truck filled with lumber, and left when we reached Iowa. I started living in the streets of Waterloo, where I joined a local street gang by the name of the Vipers. I stayed with them for three years, until the gang was disbanded by the cops. I met my first Greek monster on those streets, a large snake women called a Lamia, who attacked me. I fought back, and managed to kill it by utilizing a passing garbage truck to crush it. I ran then, and tried to calm down. Things like that kept happening to me, with different monsters. I found my scythe laying next to me when I woke up on the Winter Solstice, and have been using it ever since. I traveled around the country, looking for others like me. I was found by a satyr, who brought me to camp half blood. You know the rest."