I love imagining a future version of PJO where all the Big Three kids grow to become even more threatening than their godly parents - like eldritch abomination levels of intimidation
Imagine a Percy Jackson who’s the lord of the Under-sea, all the things that lurk and crawl along the seafloor. With long, stringy hair that drips perpetually with dark, brackish water, and eyes that are less a comforting sea-green and more the sickly glare of an anglerfish’s lure. With teeth filed into points and skin paler than paper, webbed with black, sickly-looking veins
Imagine a Nico Di Angelo who’s the Keeper of the Dead, resembling a corpse more than a human, skin tinged with the blue of an asphyxiated body, eyes bloodshot, pupils blacker than midnight. Hair matted and stringy and mussed about his shoulders, frame scrawny as a scarecrow, body frail with malnutrition and yet carrying unmistakable power. And at his feet pool his faithful shadows like pet dogs, dark eyes blinking amidst the pooling black, tendrils of darkness reaching out like pseudopodia
Imagine a Thalia Grace who’s the Daughter of the Sky, with eyes like a thunderstorm, dark and foreboding, lightning crackling against her skin as she moves, hair streaked with white and blue and gray and all the shades of a storm-cloud about to blow. The bracelet of Aegis about her wrist, less like a piece of jewellery and more like a shackle keeping her in place. Her skin dark and buzzing with static electricity, stinking of ozone and petrichor