♚ T h i s i s l i f e a c c o r d i n g t o t h e male subject, Gavril Arthur Pendragon 〮〮〮»
→The story's been going on for 18 years! It all started on June 16...
→Not caught up? The story so far sounds like this...Well, actually, it's a pretty long story. You see, I used to be enthralled by stories of my ancestor, Arthur Pendragon. At least, until I started seeing monsters. At the age of 16, I was still striving to be the courteous "knight" of legends. Chivalry was not as dead to me as everyone thought it was to the world. In any case, my mother never married, and I never knew my father. My mother told me my father was still around, but she wouldn't know where he was because he was a businessman. She worked as a secretary, moonlighting at a Hardees on the weekends and night shifts. I attempted to help by getting my own job, but that was where everything went wrong.
One of my coworkers was handicapped, and I often walked him home because he was such a nervous man. I was always concerned that something may happen, because living in London, you never know what could be in the alleyways. One night, as I was walking him home from work - oh, by the way, I worked as an intern at Parliament, which brought home enough to pay the bills - we were attacked by some guys who looked like giant punks with tattoos all over their arms. They were holding giant, spiky balls, and they started throwing them at Peter and me, so I tackled him out of the way. In a giant flash, there was a gold-and-silver sword in my hands, and some odd ringing sound spurred me on; I immediately launched into battle. It was almost as if the sword had a mind of its own, leading me to victory. When I had finished my fight, I stared at the sword, which was decorated with gems of all sorts in the hilt. As soon as I had finished staring at it, the sword glowed with that bright light again and turned into a golden wristwatch.
Looking at Peter, he seemed serious. He cast aside the crutches he used and told me that we were going to New York. I told him I had to ask my mother, and when she wouldn't answer the phone, he and I rushed home. In his handicapped state, I wondered how he ran, but he seemed to be trotting more than anything, and when we arrived home...
Well, I prefer not to talk about it.
In any case, I went to New York with Peter, and he brought me to Camp Half-Blood. In fact, it was quite interesting to me. He explained things and through my grief, I saw that everything made so much more sense. My father wasn't really a businessman, he was the god, Zeus. However, as I was transferred to the proper cabin, I became aware of what seemed to be a voice, praising me that I would make a fine king, as my ancestor did...
→And right now, I`m in the Zeus cabin at Camp Half-Blood.
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❥L O V E , L O V E , L O V E!
↳By the way, I`m straight , in case you wanted to know~
↳And I`ve totally had my eyes on well...no one, really, though some of those Aphrodite girls ARE cute... , So back off!
↳That`s not the only thing I`m in love with!
/////♥Swords
/////♥Riding Horses
/////♥Music
/////♥Family
/////♥My Father, Zeus
↳But just keep
/////✖Laistrygonian Giants (Canadians)
/////✖Irish People
/////✖Alcohol
/////✖Ares Campers
/////✖Cats Away from me!
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★It`s all about me, me, me!
↻Hey! You don`t even know me that well! Did you know I`m chivalrous, but I do have a mean streak. I mean, come on! Everyone has that little smart a** part of them that shines through cruelly! Though I must say, I have never spoken badly to a woman, and I only really speak rudely when provoked. This happens most often with Ares campers, or when a Hermes camper tries to steal my watch. I am also quite loyal to those that get to me enough that I could call them friend. I have attempted relationships before, but I cannot do a relationship that would hold no commitment. I always need to be sure that someone will commit. I have tried many different girls and discarded them for this reason, but I've been called, quite unfairly, a player because of it. I don't particularly care. That is, perhaps, the only thing that I would refuse to pick up from my father. I have been considered a leader, and I'm quite calm under pressure. If necessary, I lead those around me through whatever they need and I help when I can.
↻And I bet you didn`t know I`m European...well, I guess the accent gives it away, doesn't it?
↻Or can you tell? I`m pretty good looking ♥ Just look at my smile!
↻WAIT WAIT! Don`t forget I have dyslexia and ADHD, but I have always been a sucker for stories. I can listen to and memorize a story my first time hearing it, and I do have a photographic memory for this reason. It comes in handy. In fact, there are very few things I forget. If someone brings up a date or a comment, it can trigger a memory quite quickly, though the worst part of that is the emotional recall. When people bring up the night that Peter revealed Camp Half-Blood to me...I'm sorry, I'm going to need a minute before we continue.
↻And I have voices in my head...it sounds a lot like Bara the Mercenary `s voice!
