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Night was created so the gods had somewhere to hide: their sins; their sins; their sins. And us, made in their image β minus wing or cloven hoof β we follow suit.
β Scott-Patrick Mitchell, from "The Mourning Star," Clean: Faith, Abuse and George Pell
grew up in a strict, religious home.γ(still can recite too many bible verses by heart.)γhis mom had him out of an affair with ares (ig he likes to go after married women) and managed to convince her husband to let him grow up alongside their three children (ruining their perfect family of five).γran away at the age of thirteen.γpunched "dad" on the way out (after he kissed his baby sister on the forehead).γsurvived thanks to theo, another bastard ares-child, finding him in the streets of vegas and charting their way to camp halfblood.γ(coincidence?γnever.γhowever, he has not, and never will, thank ares for sending theo his way.)
only discovered his first name was hector when he laid eyes on his birth certificate for the first time, stolen "just in case" when he ran away.γhe started going by it immediately.γstill flinches at being called jack.
his first obsession was king arthur; he dreamed of becoming a knight.γlater, after his mom secretly gifted him the odyssey for his tenth birthday, it turned into achilles (we love irony).
six years ago, theo died.γhector was the reason they left the safety of camp halfblood; he stormed off, hotly embarrassed, after losing a fight (bringing shame upon his father, himself, and his cabin), and theo, the most loyal dog in their pack, followed him out.γin an attempt to distract himself from his humiliation, he put all of his focus into shaking theo off.γthe only good it did was distracting them both from the monster who was tracking their scents, sent by his father as a challenge to prove himself worthy after losing the fight.γhe failed.γboth as a son and a brother.γby the time hector realized something was wrong and came to fight, theo had delayed in using his gift to summon the dead against the stymphalian bird too long.γhector returned to camp alone - blood, sweat, and tears baked into his flesh like a new layer of skin - a fresh scar running down the left side of his face.γ#rip.γtheo facts in his honor:γgrew up a pacifist (his uncles were all lost to the vietnam war), sparred better with words than swords, chivalry's last soldier, took kitchen knives way too seriously.
he shouldn't go to zoos as often as he does.γany animal in his range of sight goes wild with rage; bar excalibur, his two year old cat.γhorses, the natural companions to battle, also calm in his presence.γperhaps a gift from his namesake as well as his father.
visualizes battle maps as he's falling asleep.
he's vulgar and intense, and enjoys the discomfort it brings to everyone around him.γfrontrunner for cattiest man in new york.
nine times out of ten, he's wearing black.
his presence has an aftertaste.γlike a gas leak.
starts training before a soul is up and goes to bed after everyone's asleep.γhas a superiority complex about it.
these are just some general ideas i had floating around, merely stepping stones to the real deal <33
a sparring partnerγ-γthe person he goes to when he needs to train hard, whether as a challenge or a distraction.
the bark to his biteγ-γhe's not not a henchman. i'm joking, but in a totally real sense he is a dog that bites the hand that feeds him, as well as bites others in its service, and that hand needs an owner!! ref.
beforeγ-γbefore the accident, before the rabid look in his eyes took over.
the kavinsky to his ronanγ-γthe person who hands him the match to light himself on fire.
his achilles heel (pun intended)γ-γthat tender spot that makes you ache.
conquerorγ-γthe person he lost to the night he ran away from camp (aka the night his brother died).
I want to be called love but my rough hands on your spine, repentance which is cemented in my nails while my teeth have always held swords. I will wield it, if anyone comes near and blood that has been shed will only tell me was it my lover i killed or my enemy. I am always on war, will you be able to take a sword cut?.
