Gregory Amadeus Way - Son of Hectate
My parents named me Gregory Amadeus Way , but others call me Grey .
In case you're blind, I look like 6' 0'' (183cm) and 150lbs (68kg). I'm well built, but not too muscular. I have short brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. I normally wear a solid color shirt with a black vest and jeans, as well as my black jacket.
I have 20 candles on my birthday cake.
I love my Father, Liam Way who raised me up till now unlike the other who abandoned us.
When growing up, I noticed I was good at Cooking, playing the violin, figuring out the secret behind magic tricks. .
If you looked at my 'History' on my browser, you'd see Magic tricks (and the occult), music, watching the sky, chemistry, and cooking .
Though, if you saw my dart board, you'd see pictures of skeptics, failed cooking experiments, the really buff kid in my grade nine french class, and people who hate the violin. with darts in them.
Growing up, monsters started to attack me so I had to use A switchblade that used to belong to my dad, and a quill pendant that turns into a whip. I did try to use some spare violin strings once, they sort of worked... to warn them off.
And here's a mini autobiography of my life up till now.
Well, ever since I was young, my father avoided questions about my mother. The only thing he would tell me was that she left me on his doorstep and disappeared. For as long as I can remember, I used to wonder why my mom would just ditch me like that. Now that I think about it, it was probably a good thing I didn't know the truth. Stuff like that can really mess with your head you know?
I was always one of those kids who just couldn't sit still. The only subjects I really enjoyed were science, chemistry in particular, and music, once my father introduced me to the violin as a way to get me to calm down for a while. Of course the fact that letters had a tendency to swim around on the page when I tried to read didn't help.
My life was all fine and dandy, in a way. Sure, I was the weird kid who liked magic and witches and wizards, as well as Greek myths, but that never bothered me. By my logic, people should like for who I am if they want to be my friend. I'm not going to change who I am just because somebody doesn't like it.
In grade 9, it all started to go weird. There was this guy in my french class, really tall and buff, and well, let's just say that girls weren't fawning over him. Anyways, this guy really hated me, and I could never figure out the reason, until he turned into a gigantic monster in front of my eyes and started calling me a demi-god. What a way to find out that your mother was a goddess eh?
Well, after that whole fiasco with him, some other guy in class, whom I got along well with, and who had help me fight our classmate-gone-monster turned out to be a satyr. That was a shock to say the least. He brought me to camp half-blood, and that's where I spend all my summers now.
OH! And I almost forgot. I I play the violin, and it's kind of special to me, so please, don't touch unless I give you permission.
In case you're blind, I look like 6' 0'' (183cm) and 150lbs (68kg). I'm well built, but not too muscular. I have short brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. I normally wear a solid color shirt with a black vest and jeans, as well as my black jacket.
I have 20 candles on my birthday cake.
I love my Father, Liam Way who raised me up till now unlike the other who abandoned us.
When growing up, I noticed I was good at Cooking, playing the violin, figuring out the secret behind magic tricks. .
If you looked at my 'History' on my browser, you'd see Magic tricks (and the occult), music, watching the sky, chemistry, and cooking .
Though, if you saw my dart board, you'd see pictures of skeptics, failed cooking experiments, the really buff kid in my grade nine french class, and people who hate the violin. with darts in them.
Growing up, monsters started to attack me so I had to use A switchblade that used to belong to my dad, and a quill pendant that turns into a whip. I did try to use some spare violin strings once, they sort of worked... to warn them off.
And here's a mini autobiography of my life up till now.
Well, ever since I was young, my father avoided questions about my mother. The only thing he would tell me was that she left me on his doorstep and disappeared. For as long as I can remember, I used to wonder why my mom would just ditch me like that. Now that I think about it, it was probably a good thing I didn't know the truth. Stuff like that can really mess with your head you know?
I was always one of those kids who just couldn't sit still. The only subjects I really enjoyed were science, chemistry in particular, and music, once my father introduced me to the violin as a way to get me to calm down for a while. Of course the fact that letters had a tendency to swim around on the page when I tried to read didn't help.
My life was all fine and dandy, in a way. Sure, I was the weird kid who liked magic and witches and wizards, as well as Greek myths, but that never bothered me. By my logic, people should like for who I am if they want to be my friend. I'm not going to change who I am just because somebody doesn't like it.
In grade 9, it all started to go weird. There was this guy in my french class, really tall and buff, and well, let's just say that girls weren't fawning over him. Anyways, this guy really hated me, and I could never figure out the reason, until he turned into a gigantic monster in front of my eyes and started calling me a demi-god. What a way to find out that your mother was a goddess eh?
Well, after that whole fiasco with him, some other guy in class, whom I got along well with, and who had help me fight our classmate-gone-monster turned out to be a satyr. That was a shock to say the least. He brought me to camp half-blood, and that's where I spend all my summers now.
OH! And I almost forgot. I I play the violin, and it's kind of special to me, so please, don't touch unless I give you permission.
