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Information taken directly from yearly, audio recorded, psychology census.
Information taken directly from yearly, audio recorded, psychology census.
Biography______________________________
Real Name: My real name is in fact Torent Ardenti. I don't know why.
Nickname: Well, some like to try to get away with calling me Torri. I wouldn't. if I were you.
Place of Birth: I was born in Valencia, Spain. Couldn't you tell by my accent?
Citizenship: Well, I now reside in America of all places. What a horrid country.
Sexuality: What a strange question. What, are homosexuals not allowed in the CIA? Not that I am, trust me, but I truly despise prejudice. It's horrid. Oh, and to answer your question more directly, I am fully straight.
Rank: Well I was one of the most prestigious Special Agents in the gig, but after all that with the Sirens went down... Well, I was quickly extracted from the force. I suppose I'm simply a civilian now, as much as it pains me to admit it.
Appearance ______________________________
Gender: Why male, obviously. Could I ever be mistaken for anything else?
Age: I'm twenty two. Truly amazing, I know. I graduated high school early and went straight into the force. Of course, there were a few years where I had to prove myself, but I'm practically a child prodigy. Actually, I am.
Race: I'm a Spaniard, of course. Haven't we already answered this?
Height: I stand at a wonderful six foot two inches. A very handsome height.
Weight: Well, I'm a well muscled two hundred and ten pounds.
Hair Color: A nice, dark brown, with golden streaks when the sun hits it just right.
Eye Color: I'v got dark eyes, almost black. They lighten and turn grey when I am angry.
Build: Like I said before, I'm well muscled and athletic. A perfect body for the type of work I do.
Other Attributes: On my back and across my left shoulder is a tribal pattern that resembles fire. I got it on a drunken dare in high school. I'v come to really admire it.
Education and Occupation_______________
Work: Where else is a high school kid going to work? I was working at an auto mechanics shop, and I did a little private investigating on the side.
Schools: As I trained for the Special Activities Division, I also went to Harvard Law school. Shocked? You should't be.
Relations______________________________
Relatives: I lived in an orphanage my entire life. And yes, Spain had orphanages. So the owners and the rest of the orphans were my family.
Associates: I had a girlfriend at one point. But she broke up with me when she realized how much of a cold, heartless b*****d I was.
Godly Parent: How did you even find out about this? Ok, are you positive that only you know? What, you'r a Satyr too? What the hell, why didn't anyone tell me? Ok, ok, fine. It's Aphrodite.
History ______________________________
It all started in Spain, naturally, where I was born. I never knew my parents, or if I did I don't remember them, and I never cared to look for them. I had more important things to do in this life than pine away with an aching heart, waiting for my non-existent parents to come and say, "Oh l'm your dad!" No. I had to get big, and rich and important. I had to make something of myself other than what most of the orphans did, doing manual labor for thirty cents an hour. And so I studied, and I worked and I strove to do something that could change the world. My whole life I always wanted to help people, and so I selected a job where I could protect directly. Go into enemy territories and save the hostages. I started out working for the Spanish government while I was still in high school, but they offered me to the CIA as a peace treaty after one of the Spaniards went to America and killed a politician. They decided to give America me instead of launching into an all-out war. And the Americans gladly accepted me, apparently I showed amazing potential and I was already trained as a spy. So, they could set me right to work.
They threw me in college and educated me in the American way, watching with sick delight as I shot towards the top. I say it's sick because the whole time they simply planned to use me against my own country. Why? I don't know. Perhaps for revenge, perhaps not. Regardless, I loved what I did when I wasn't fighting my people. The assignments always held a bit of mystery and excitement. Especially the undercover ones. Although, there were some times when I just wanted to go AWOL and track down a certain someone on my own. Never before had I seen a more serpentine criminal in my life, but he was so extremely smart. I had to admire that much about him. Anyways, I was in the force somewhere like two years when strange things started to happen. The strangest of them all being the signet ring I received on my twentieth birthday. The ring I later found turned into a beautiful rapier. Secondly, I acquired a lover. I mean, one who wasn't scared of what I did or of me. I really thought I was in love. And the third strange thing, people in the agency began to disappear. But only men.
I remember spending days trying to track down the men, but they were nowhere to be found. There was no trace of them, no credit card reports, no actual sightings. It was just as if one day they were there, and the next they were gone. It pains me to say, but I wasn't looking and digging quite as deep as I should have. I was so caught up in my blooming love life that I hardly even sleuthed anymore. I was completely infatuated by this beautiful girl, with the most amazing voice in the world. I swear, when she talked or sang, the world just stopped and listened. I know I did. Then she began to act strange. The more I was away at work, the angrier she became. At first I just assumed that it was because she didn't see me as much, or because I was letting work get in the way of she and I sometimes. Then she showed up at the office.
I don't even know how she got in, honestly. Well, I didn't then, but I do now. She used her voice to manipulate the guards. The entirety of the agency had been duped just by her words. Anyways, she showed up in my office and started to cry angry, horrid tears. Then she.... Sprouted wings. Large, white, disgustingly decrepit wings. I had never been so horrified in my life. Then she turned into this hideous bird creature and proclaimed herself to be a madly in love Siren. Now, I am not so arrogant to believe that I am the most handsome man in the world and that's why the Siren fell for me. In all honesty I believe she was simply toying with me until she deigned me fit to eat. Me, being the sensible, spontaneous man that I am, I immediately reached for the nearest pair of ear phones and put them on, blocking out the sound of her voice. How I knew to do this when I had hardly even understood what was going on, I do not know. I swore I heard a voice in my head instructing me, and after the recent revelation of the existence of the Greek Gods, I don't doubt that I did. That's when the ring that I had worn since the day I received it grew in my hand and became a sword. I wasn't sure if I could even fight a Siren, but I damn sure tried.
My fight did not last long, needless to say. I lost. The bird woman was much stronger than she looked. She grabbed me up between her huge claws and dived out the window with me, taking me to an old, abandoned dock where she dropped me on a stack of cardboard boxes. She wrestled the earphones from my head and began to sing to me. I remember the feeling like it had happened yesterday. I was powerless, and wanted nothing more than to touch those ugly, beautiful wings of the hideous creature. This was part of her game. She would stand back across the room and sing to me, while I walked willingly into my death. Trouble for her was, I never got to her. Out of nowhere this goat man and this half-horse half human ran in and tackled me. Well, the goat man tackled me, the horse man engaged in battle with the Siren. The goat man, Satyr, forced me down and plugged my ears with this waxy substance and snapped me out of my hypnosis. When I looked over, there was another Centaur and three more Satyrs in the midst of the battle. It didn't take them long to subdue the Siren. It was rather comical, watching the leader of the little rescue team scolding the Siren as if she were a child. I remember him saying, "What would your sisters think?" This sent her quivering and shaking her head. And then the Centaur let her go, just like that! What if she were to terrorize more people?! But he assured me that she would go back to where she came from, with fear of having her sisters berate her.
That's when most of the Satyrs and the other Centaur left, leaving behind the first two who had entered. Then the Centaur (whose name I later learned to be Chiron) and the Satyr (who I recognized as one of my college professors) told me the truth of everything. How everything Greek was real! I was given a brief period to decide if I wanted to go to Camp Half-Blood, but I didn't need it. I was fired the next day, because the Director thought me negligent of my job. He said that over the past few weeks, I had slumped into a state of disrepair and laziness that would not be tolerated in the Agency. Apparently my mind had been being manipulated by that Siren the whole time. Then, the day after that, I went with the Satyr to the Camp, and hid a special cache as soon as I arrived.
Skill Set__________________
List of skills: This is a topic that I can enjoy discussing. Don't worry, though, I'm not boasting. It's simply telling the truth. I have amazingly precise aim with any firearm, including the most primitive. I'v always seemed able to move through any type of environment almost entirely undetected, a good skill in my line of work. Hmm... What else? Oh, I am fluent in several different languages, including more unused ones like Hebrew. I am ambidextrous and highly intelligent; I was always first on all of the agency's aptitude tests. Although I am good with any weapon, I excel at hand to hand combat and knife fighting. But, don't get me wrong, I have skills that don't come from my job. For one, I am very charming and suave, and I can wrap someone around my finger with nothing but a few words and the right look. I am also a great musician, I'v been able to learn a myriad of instruments.
Weapons: I carry a Spanish rapier in the disguise of a signet ring. A gift from my godly parent. I also have a secret cache of more modern weapons hidden somewhere in the camp. Where? You'll never know.
Personality____________________
General Disposition: Most would describe me with one word, 'Womanizer'. Now, that's not entirely true. Yes, I am very good with the ladies and wonderfully charming, but I wouldn't mistreat a woman or anyone that I cared for without good cause. That's not to say that I wouldn't use them if need be, but I would be very careful not to hurt them. I tend to be cold and calculating when I'm working or around strangers, and even my friends say that I'm a little frigid with them. You know, out of the few friends I have. I am completely merciless to enemies but I'm kind enough to friends or family. I don't get angered easily, for it's dangerous in the field, but when I do it never ends well for the victim.
Likes: Things that I like? First and foremost, women. I don't think I'll ever actually get married, but I'v had more flings than I can count. I'v only ever been in a serious relationship once or twice. Oh, and I love my job and my dog, who I sadly had to leave behind when I came to the camp. I also love the world of the elegant and wealthy. A world where I manged to procure a place. I also love fast vehicles. Cars, bikes, jets, anything that can break the speed of ninety. Even though this is kind of a secret, I rather enjoy video games. Don't tell anybody, though. Oh, lastly I love storms. Something about the flash of lightning and roar of thunder and the vicious whip of the wind makes me feel like I can rule the world.
Dislikes: I absolutely despise losing. It makes me so angry! That's why I don't do anything until I am sure I can win. Which I always do. I don't like TV sitcoms. Weird thing to say, I know, but they are just so annoying. I hate it when women try too hard. You can be yourself to impress me, if yourself happens to be impressive. I can't stand it when people try to stop me from doing something. If I am going to do it, and I say I'll do it, then I'll ******** do it. Don't try to hold me back. And please, for the love of the gods, don't ever let me see someone trying to harass a woman or a kid. I may be liable to break your jaw.
