Althea Asker - Daughter of Athena
My parents named me Althea, but Myron calls me Druggie.
In case you're blind, I look like this:I stands at 162.56 cm. and weighs around 119 lbs. My long wavy hair falls down to just below my bust, and my side-straight bangs covers only the left of my forehead, leaving my dark eyes open for view. I usually wear a dark t-shirt and black cargo pants which Myron grew out of, as well as my leather jacket (for riding my bike). The jacket is tight fitted but still loose enough that I can move around efficiently.
I have 16 candles on my birthday cake.
I love my Father who raised me up till now unlike the other who abandoned us.
When growing up, I noticed I was good at languages (I'm fluent in French, English, Greek, and Latin), riding bikes (motorized or not), and playing guitar..
If you looked at my 'History' on my browser, you'd see Myron, languages, Greek Mythology, stories, riddles, lockets, wind chimes, and cats.
Though, if you saw my dart board, you'd see pictures of Poseidon, winter, ice [although that is more like a fear than a dislike], water, spring, heights, people who get too close to her bike or her brother, the North West Territories, dogs (Ourson was the exception), her Father with darts in them.
Growing up, monsters started to attack me so I had to use my bladed tonfa to warn them off. Unlike Myron, I prefer the blade.
And here's a mini autobiography of my life up till now.
I am the younger twin. Myself and my twin brother, Myron, lived with our father in Québec, learning French as our first language. We learned English from the people in the school, and caught on pretty quickly. From a young age, we have been interested in Greek mythology. Even though I is technically the 'younger sister' Myron has always been the careful and conservative one that needed to be protected. In school, we have always gotten good grades even with very little studying, to none, because of our great memories. We lived in Québec until the end of grade three, when Father moved us away to the United States to live with our new stepmother. Because of my paranoid nature (although I always claimed it was Myron being too shy), we usually hung out just by ourselves. In grade 5 Myron met some girl who was a year younger than us.
This girl quickly became too close to Myron, and despite me trying to protect our precious, secluded world, Myron left me and spent a lot of his time with the new girl. It was always about her, and I got left behind alone. Although I can't remember what happened, one day Myron came home alone and in a panic; something about getting attacked by demons. Thankfully, my beloved twin brother had gotten away safely. During that time I spent a lot of time by myself; usually puttering around the back alleyways to avoid the kids at school who would wander around and pick on me. Because of my distrustful and harsh personality, I had never really had any friends. I had, however, had some weird situations of my own; often while I was alone I felt like she was being watched, and sometimes at night I could hear an unworldly growling, like a really angry dog, outside of their window. After that I did some research on evil spirits, and I decided to leave salt and a purple candle on the windowsill. After that I wouldn't sleep without the candle lit and I hung a wind chime in our bedroom. On nights when Myron was not home I didn't sleep at all. I found, though, that the events eventually stopped.
Soon after, our stepmother was involved in a car accident and died, prompting our father to move us up to the North West Territories in Canada where he thought we'd be safe (I had felt guilty at the time, because I was the one who told Father about the monster that attacked Myron; I had felt abandoned by my brother and blamed the new girl, so I had thought that it would separate them for good because Father may think that the girl was the cause of the attack). Father bought us a husky to keep us safe, which we named Ourson; Bear, in English. One day I had gotten Myron to go out exploring, even though he wanted to stay home. We fell though the ice and almost drowned, but we were saved by Ourson. Ouson later died of hypothermia as a result. As a result of the incident I had severe brain damage; I lost all of my memories.
During this time Myron and I became extremely close and he became much more protective of me. Due to this we dislike water and ice, and believe that Poseidon tried to kill us. Oh, didn't I mention? When we moved up to the NWT we both started studying Greek Mythology, to deal with the boredom. Three years after our move to North West Territories, I got in a fight with Father because he wanted to send me to an all girls school (effectively dividing me from Myron). Father was already going mad because of what happened to our step-mother, and this was the final straw. I had lost all my memories and I needed Myron to survive, because he was what was there when I woke up. I told Father what I thought to be true, "You don't love me, you're not my Father!" and it pushed him over the edge.
That night we found him dead.
We lived with a family friend for another three years, during which time I saved up and bought my own motor bike (even though I never got the licence to drive it). While we were there we were attacked. Not by people, no it couldn't be that easy, by bloody hellhounds. We tried to fend them off with some nearby crowbars, but it didn't work to well. We managed to get on my bike and we booked it. I'm pretty sure the family we were with wound up dead. Anyways, we picked up our Tonfa along the way, off some creepy chic in a robe (crazy cosplayers) on the street, and we found they were actually effective against the monsters. Oh yea, Ms. Creepy-Cosplayer also directed us to the camp. She kinda reminded me of Myron though...
OH! And I almost forgot. I My brother is Myron Asker. Also, even though I forgot everything, sometimes I have these really life-like dreams. Almost like I'm remembering, but that's impossible, right? I mean, I do have amnesia.
In case you're blind, I look like this:I stands at 162.56 cm. and weighs around 119 lbs. My long wavy hair falls down to just below my bust, and my side-straight bangs covers only the left of my forehead, leaving my dark eyes open for view. I usually wear a dark t-shirt and black cargo pants which Myron grew out of, as well as my leather jacket (for riding my bike). The jacket is tight fitted but still loose enough that I can move around efficiently.
I have 16 candles on my birthday cake.
I love my Father who raised me up till now unlike the other who abandoned us.
When growing up, I noticed I was good at languages (I'm fluent in French, English, Greek, and Latin), riding bikes (motorized or not), and playing guitar..
If you looked at my 'History' on my browser, you'd see Myron, languages, Greek Mythology, stories, riddles, lockets, wind chimes, and cats.
Though, if you saw my dart board, you'd see pictures of Poseidon, winter, ice [although that is more like a fear than a dislike], water, spring, heights, people who get too close to her bike or her brother, the North West Territories, dogs (Ourson was the exception), her Father with darts in them.
Growing up, monsters started to attack me so I had to use my bladed tonfa to warn them off. Unlike Myron, I prefer the blade.
And here's a mini autobiography of my life up till now.
I am the younger twin. Myself and my twin brother, Myron, lived with our father in Québec, learning French as our first language. We learned English from the people in the school, and caught on pretty quickly. From a young age, we have been interested in Greek mythology. Even though I is technically the 'younger sister' Myron has always been the careful and conservative one that needed to be protected. In school, we have always gotten good grades even with very little studying, to none, because of our great memories. We lived in Québec until the end of grade three, when Father moved us away to the United States to live with our new stepmother. Because of my paranoid nature (although I always claimed it was Myron being too shy), we usually hung out just by ourselves. In grade 5 Myron met some girl who was a year younger than us.
This girl quickly became too close to Myron, and despite me trying to protect our precious, secluded world, Myron left me and spent a lot of his time with the new girl. It was always about her, and I got left behind alone. Although I can't remember what happened, one day Myron came home alone and in a panic; something about getting attacked by demons. Thankfully, my beloved twin brother had gotten away safely. During that time I spent a lot of time by myself; usually puttering around the back alleyways to avoid the kids at school who would wander around and pick on me. Because of my distrustful and harsh personality, I had never really had any friends. I had, however, had some weird situations of my own; often while I was alone I felt like she was being watched, and sometimes at night I could hear an unworldly growling, like a really angry dog, outside of their window. After that I did some research on evil spirits, and I decided to leave salt and a purple candle on the windowsill. After that I wouldn't sleep without the candle lit and I hung a wind chime in our bedroom. On nights when Myron was not home I didn't sleep at all. I found, though, that the events eventually stopped.
Soon after, our stepmother was involved in a car accident and died, prompting our father to move us up to the North West Territories in Canada where he thought we'd be safe (I had felt guilty at the time, because I was the one who told Father about the monster that attacked Myron; I had felt abandoned by my brother and blamed the new girl, so I had thought that it would separate them for good because Father may think that the girl was the cause of the attack). Father bought us a husky to keep us safe, which we named Ourson; Bear, in English. One day I had gotten Myron to go out exploring, even though he wanted to stay home. We fell though the ice and almost drowned, but we were saved by Ourson. Ouson later died of hypothermia as a result. As a result of the incident I had severe brain damage; I lost all of my memories.
During this time Myron and I became extremely close and he became much more protective of me. Due to this we dislike water and ice, and believe that Poseidon tried to kill us. Oh, didn't I mention? When we moved up to the NWT we both started studying Greek Mythology, to deal with the boredom. Three years after our move to North West Territories, I got in a fight with Father because he wanted to send me to an all girls school (effectively dividing me from Myron). Father was already going mad because of what happened to our step-mother, and this was the final straw. I had lost all my memories and I needed Myron to survive, because he was what was there when I woke up. I told Father what I thought to be true, "You don't love me, you're not my Father!" and it pushed him over the edge.
That night we found him dead.
We lived with a family friend for another three years, during which time I saved up and bought my own motor bike (even though I never got the licence to drive it). While we were there we were attacked. Not by people, no it couldn't be that easy, by bloody hellhounds. We tried to fend them off with some nearby crowbars, but it didn't work to well. We managed to get on my bike and we booked it. I'm pretty sure the family we were with wound up dead. Anyways, we picked up our Tonfa along the way, off some creepy chic in a robe (crazy cosplayers) on the street, and we found they were actually effective against the monsters. Oh yea, Ms. Creepy-Cosplayer also directed us to the camp. She kinda reminded me of Myron though...
OH! And I almost forgot. I My brother is Myron Asker. Also, even though I forgot everything, sometimes I have these really life-like dreams. Almost like I'm remembering, but that's impossible, right? I mean, I do have amnesia.
