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❝ ｌｉｔｔｌｅ "ｄ" ❞
Sitting in a corner all alone
Staring from the bottom of his soul
Watching the night come in from the window
He should not lock the open door
(RUN AWAY RUN AWAY RUN AWAY)
The full moon is in the sky
(RUN AWAY RUN AWAY RUN AWAY)
Staring from the bottom of his soul
Watching the night come in from the window
He should not lock the open door
(RUN AWAY RUN AWAY RUN AWAY)
The full moon is in the sky
(RUN AWAY RUN AWAY RUN AWAY)
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- ☫ ● ● ● ↷ On theａｂｏｕｔ ｍｅ x x x
- 【 Name: Drake Menelaus Atreus.
【 Nicknames: Little "D".
【 Age: 11 Years.
【 Sex: Male.
【 Sexuality: Bicurious.
【 Height: 4'11".
【 Weight: 112 Pounds.
【 Hair Color: Dark Brown.
【 Eye Color: Amber.
【 Irregularities: Scars covering 90% of back from waist to neck.
- ☫ ● ● ● ↷ On theｓｔｒａｎｇｅ ｔｈｉｎｇｓ ｈａｐｐｅｎ x x x
【 Weapons:
- No actual weapons; the armory provides enough that he can just grab one if he needs to take a lesson on fighting.
【 Powers:
- Does not burn easily, and can even survive in Magma for short amounts of time. Can craft most weapons. Given the proper materials, crafting skills are unmatched.
【 Precious Items:
- There's actually a gift from his mother; a locket with two pictures; one of Drake and his mother when Drake was a baby, and the other of Drake's mother and father together. He cherishes being able to see what his father looks like (or looked like back then). Also, on his tenth birthday, his father had sent him a package; a swiss army knife. He found that it had a lot of different tools for his tinkering hobby.
- ☫ ● ● ● ↷ On theｐａｓｔ & ｐｒｅｓｅｎｔ x x x
【 Bio:
- Drake grew up alone with his mother during the most tender years of his life, learning from her how to behave and why he should never lie. She didn't usually comment when he asked her questions about his father, saying nothing more than, "He couldn't raise you. Unfortunately, there were higher powers at work." He accepted this, and lived with her and her alone up until he was five years old. That was when his step-father came into the picture. "Daddy," as he insisted on being called, was a charming man with handsome looks and a smile that warmed the heart. They wound up marrying, and after they returned from the honeymoon, things took a decided turn for the worst.
Drake's mother got very sick. It was a disease she had been battling for years, but finally, it took its toll. The night before she died, she called Drake into her room. She gave him her most cherished item; the silver locket that her mother had given her. He looked inside, finding a picture of her with his father, and then the picture of her holding him as a baby. He put it on, under his shirt, and when he was urged out of the room, he didn't realize she would die in her sleep. Otherwise, he would have stayed with her.
It only took a week before life got considerably worse. His step-father had never really wanted to have to be stuck with him, and expected him to be fully grown by the time his mother died. It was unfortunate, but Drake's step-father made the best of it. A week after the funeral, he made Drake come into his bed one night. This sort of action continued for years after, all the way through grade school. No one came to his rescue, not that he was aware that anything was wrong. He was tormented in school. He was a meek boy, depressed and lost without his mother to guide him. Kids threw things at him, yelled at him, cat called, smacked him, hit him. There was no escape, no yielding. He didn't fight against him. He didn't struggle under the pressure. He just went on, dragging his feet through the days.
He never did well with English or history. Maths weren't so bad, even with his dyslexia. His tinkering aided him in science, especially with projects and experiments. Through the bullying, he became an average student, and life continued on. The abuse didn't end, and one student became the prime offender, always finding something new or getting new people involved, effectively isolating Drake to his own corner.
On his tenth birthday came the biggest gift and curse.
He returned home from school, and as he turned the corner, he saw a lot of fire trucks and ambulances crowding the house that his step-father had bought for them to live in. He ran down the street, clumsy as always, trying to find what had happened. They had covered something in a white sheet, and Drake only stared dumbfounded at the wreckage. The entire house had burned down, but stunningly, the flames hadn't spread. A firefighter explained the situation to him, and handed him a swiss army knife, claiming it was the only thing they had salvaged from the fire. As soon as he had been taken to the police station so social services could talk to him, he heard an odd, gruff voice in his head, both new and familiar. "Run. Both help and trouble will find you." He was compelled to listen, so on his first chance, he ran out of the police station and never looked back.
His bully was the one that found him first. He was cracking his knuckles. "Well, kid," he said, "looks like you're just what I thought you were." Before his eyes, the bully grew twice his normal size, muscles bulging. He spit fire at Drake, who ran. Drake felt the heat at his back, managing just barely to outrun it. Every time that Drake looked back, he thought his bully looked larger and more horrifying.
Suddenly, a stranger ran head-long into the bully, knocking him backwards. "Come on, Drake!" He grabbed Drake by the hand, pulling him along rapidly as he cantered along the sidewalk. Drake followed him, feeling a lot safer with the guy dragging him than he did with the tall, fire-breathing bully. They ran down the road until both of them were out of breath, the man throwing a drachma into the air and yelling something that Drake's exhausted mind didn't process. They got into a taxi with three old women driving it, and arrived in the middle of nowhere. When they got out, they ran up a hill, and when Drake came abreast with the tree, he overlooked Camp Half-Blood in all its glory.
【 Personality:
- Drake is very introverted, which is sometimes taken as shy. He's usually looking down at the ground, and seems shameful of everything mentioned to him that he's said or done. It's hard to get him to speak, because he is honestly petrified of saying something wrong and winding up being bullied by one of the other demigods nearby. He doesn't dare to interact for the same reason. He panics easily, and can be seen crying in the case that he is bullied. It's hard for him to hold back tears, especially with varying levels of cruelty from his peers that he has faced over the years. He shies away from men, especially those that look like his step-father. However, despite being fidgety and nervous, he is a good person. With the right influence, he'll step up and defend someone who's getting bullied because he knows how bad it feels, or he'll admit that he's done something wrong. He very rarely lies.
【 Likes:
- Tinkering, learning how things work, asking questions, alone time, heavy clothing, warm summer days, and background noise.
【 Dislikes:
- Being around people, rainy days, cold winter days, thin clothing, being touched by males, step-father, being teased and bullied, having people nearby, silence, and sudden noises.
【 Fatal Flaw: Awkwardness; wouldn't seek help if necessary.
- ☫ ● ● ● ↷ On theｆｉｎｉｓｈｉｎｇ ｔｈｉｓ ｕｐx x x
【 Extras: He is a distant descendant of King Menelaus of the cursed Atreus family..
【 Theme Song: "Full Moon" by Sonata Arctica.
● Northern Dragon Derenti
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