The son of Neptune sat on the shore of the Atlantic Ocean with his knees hugged to his chest and his gave falling over the drag and pull of the sea. This was calming to him especially since he wasn't in Camp Jupiter and away from his Eagle. Chowilawu was shirtless, but had a stylish breechcloth that he had when he stepped out of the casino two months ago on his lower half. A pair of underwear were underneath it. Two parts of his hair was braided while the other was free ranged. Black and blue Native American tribal marks were on his cheeks to signify both who is father was and his native tribe.
Exhaling, Chowilawu looked down as the waves seemed to hug him, sensing the sadness that was coming from him. He hadn't met anyone that was his Ethnicity. No one to share the same understanding the culture of Native Americans. Even if they were from a different tribe than he was, it didn't matter. He just needed that person so he knew that he wasn't alone in this world.