Micah groaned softly as he opened his eyes. Where the hell was he? “What the fuck....What do you want?”he asked as he noticed the person starring at him. The party was fun from what he could remember, but the flask he had brought was empty now and he was paying for it.
Lucy couldn’t help blushing, she didn’t socialize much so this was rare for her. “Wow, you think so? I mean, don’t let her daughters hear you say that. But you look pretty handsome yourself,” she smirked and lifted her glass. “I’d love some, thanks. I bet you make a very entertaining DJ. I don’t leave my cabin much so I don’t think I’ve introduced myself, I’m Lucy.”
“Oh, trust me I won’t...those girls would absolutely tear me to shreds,”he admitted, a soft chuckle slipping past his lips as he pulled his flask out once again. He poured some into her cup before taking a quick swig from the container. “Nice to meet you Lucy, I’m Micah, son of Melpomene.”
++Who’s that running into Camp Half-Blood? Oh, it’s the [OC] demigod [MICAH CLARKE! They really look like [JULIAN MORRIS]. Rumour is this [NINETEEN] year old [CLAIMED] [SON] of [MELPOMENE] is very [PESSIMISTIC & FLIRTACIOUS], but at least they’re also [COMPASSIONATE & RELIABLE]. Hopefully the monsters won’t get them. {ooc dee, 21, she/her, cst}
.Micah writes sonnets to try to impress women, but they usually end up depressing them instead. He thinks of himself as a Romeo when he is more like a Hamlet.
Micah was adopted so he had no idea who either of his real parents were until he ran away. It was when a voice spoke in his head and guided him to Camp Half Blood did he find out who his mother truly was.
Micah enjoys all instruments, but the piano is his favorite. He is a wonderful song writer, but tends to only share his most heartfelt pieces with people he is close with.
Micah fell in love with a girl when he was 14 years old. She was everything to him. They dated until he was 17 years old. It only ended because he found out she was sleeping with one of his friends.
Since then, Micah has had a tragic view on love, much like his mother.
Micah found his biological father through his adoptive parents. It turns out he had a family already and didn’t want Micah in the picture to screw things up for him. Micah tried to contact the man but ended up being told to never call again.
Micah loves his adoptive parents but when his powers started to emerge, he knew he couldn’t stay around them. He was lucky enough to leave them before a monster could attack their household.
Micah loves to flirt with women, despite his past. He enjoys having all the control so he doesn’t get hurt again. He knows true love isn’t real and believes that anyone that says so is going to end up like some Greek tragedy.
Micah developed a drinking problem after his breakup. HE wants to believe that he doesn’t have an issue, but anytime he starts to feel something he would rather get drunk that feel it.
WANTED CONNECTIONS:
best friend: partner in crime, a drinking buddy, someone that he goes to when he is wasted and just word vomits all of his feelings to., someone that he can get into trouble with.
Enemies: someone he sees as a threat. someone that he just doesn’t quite get along with.
friends: his peeps, his buddies, the ones he lets think he is a carefree flirt rather than a man that’s severely hurting on the inside.
love interest: someone to show him love isnt bad. someone he hates having feelings for. someone that he gets drunk over then confesses his feelings in a long, drawn out sonnet.
hookups: women he has hooked up with once or maybe a few times. women that he flirts with all the time and doesn’t let them see his true feelings.
Harper chuckled softly at the other before crossing her arms over her chest. “I mean you have a point but the music isn’t terribly great either.” she’d smirk at the other before shrugging her shoulders. “How are you finding this shin-dig so far i mean i guess the decorating committee did alright?”
“So far...it’s not a complete waste of time.. I mean I get to talk to a beautiful girl and have a reason to get wasted,”he admitted with a chuckle as he patted his jacket where the flask was resting. “What about you? Bored enough yet to consider dancing with me?”
“I mean, it’s what you’d expect from a DJ who’s a kid of Apollo, am I right?” Lucy chuckled as she took a sip from the punch in her hand. She made a face of disapproval. “The punch could use a kick though, that’s for sure. Why else do people come to these things anyways?”
“Should’ve let me DJ...Would’ve had this place bumpin,”he told the blonde with a chuckle as he reached into his coat. “To show off how good they look in fancy wear I suppose...which might I say..you look more beautiful than Aphrodite herself,”Micah commented, pulling out the flask. “Would you like some..flavoring for that punch?”
Walking into the ball, Micah immediately noticed how dapper everyone seemed to look. He was glad he had chosen the tux he had, otherwise he would have been underdressed. The only reason he had even chosen this tux was for the added benefit that it had a hidden pocket for a flask.
Taking a quick swig from the container, he placed it back into the safety of his pocket before walking to the dance floor. “Music choice is....not completely terrible,”he commented to the other as he glanced at them.