My name is Terryn Liam Archer and I am a demigod.
I have seen a lot in my 14 years.
And when I got to school I am in 9th grade.
My Mortal Parent, Jessica Remy nene Archer, raised me from birth.
Though my other parent, turns out to be Deimos, God of Terror
What led to my discovery of all this? Well you see...
probably the same as most demigods. I have never met my father, for years it was just my mother and I. A simple normal life for me in San Diego. It was a normal day for me to get in trouble because I caused the entire class to freak out. I'm good at that. I was content in my life till mom got remarried. I was 'blessed' with an older step sister and mom was gunna have another kid soon. I was so overjoyed I could puke. I turned my game of terror on my sister now that as fun.
I know I'm the cause of the grey hairs in mom's red hair. Although I could never figure out why she was never angry at me. Most of the time she just shook her head telling me I was just like my father. How could I be like a man I never met? I never got a chance to ask her. As I got older stranger things happened around me. I was transferred from school to school not only because of my games but because of the....incidents around me. After one of these transfers I came home to find my step-father talking to some guy. The jerk decided he was sending me to some camp. He seems to think I need help. I'm not happy about this. The guy here keeps talking about how I'll like this place and get to meet others like me. We'll see how well they put up with me and my games.
And that's when I arrived at Camp Half Blood.
Since then, I have been at camp for two years.
Staying all summer long
And I have obtained the following beads:
I usually am told I act like A bit of a jerk. I love to scare people and at times be scared myself. With the adrenaline running through my veins it's the best way to feel alive. People think I'm cruel and nothing but a bully. It isn't completely true. I can be a nice guy when I chose to be and like anyone else I don't like to be alone. My temper is short but I don't explode when angry. I be very cold and I'll warn you now don't mess with we. I don't need weapons to make you hurt.
I really like
- Scaring the living daylights out of people
- When people aren't mad after I scare them
- Getting others in on my game
- Cloudy days
- Night time
- I have a deep love for blood, lets not got there ok?
But I hate
- Getting caught
- When my plan goes wrong
- Really bright days
- Girly Girls
- Hero types
- People who can't laugh at their own fears
And Please don't bring in
- Neing replaced in my mother's life
- Never finding someone who enjoys fear as much as me
But no matter what one day I want
- Finding someone who loves my game as much as me
- Meeting my father
- Making the greatest House of Horror ever
In case I have to fight I have
- My tricks, few can outrun fear
- Throwing knives, not all are celestial bronze but for the most part they are. One belt holds ten knives and none are over three inches long. Turns into a strap I where on my wrist.
I'm really good at
- Aiming, I'm no son of Apollo but I still have deadly aim
- Finding my way, I loved mazes as a kid and have a great sense of direction.
- Dancing, don't ask
- Winging it, I like to do things spontaneously it just works for me
But I'm horrible at
- Endurance, god I'm such a light weight!
- Letting things go, I tend to have a vengeful streak
- Playing nice, it's no fun
- Opening up, my life is my own and none of your business
My life at camp is interesting...
I meet a few people, who are my friends none yet, can't imagine why....
and a few people who are my enemies most of the camp. That might be why I have no friends. One game and they all get testy cause I 'scared' them and 'hurt' their feelings....pansies.
Though I kind of like none yet
