Marcus Fetcher | Son of Apollo

OOC Name: Adrestria
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Godly Parent: Apollo
Face Claim: Brendon Urie

Appearance:

Aren't I just the most handsome thing you've ever met? With seriously doe-brown eyes, I can woo any woman I please. Just seriously, don't look up at my bushman eyebrows. Yeah, I can pluck 'em, but that's not manly. Who the hell wants to pluck their eyebrows for Gods's sake? Anyway, I carry myself tall, even though I'm short. Sometimes I catch myself standing on the tips of my toes attempting to seem taller.

I wish I could say I was perfect, but I'm far from. I feel like I have way too much hair that grows in all the wrong places- everywhere but my face. I guess that's because of my father- the only god who can't grow facial hair. Really? My head-hair is a dark brown color, and I used to keep it longer, just so it's in my eyes. (I went through an Emo phase. Don't judge me.)

Personality:

So, I'm a singer. Some day, my name will be in lights all over Olympus, and I'm going to be the lead singer of an influential band. I'm telling you it's gonna happen. I'm magnetic- people are just straight up attracted to me like I'm made of some kind of demi-god flypaper. Of course, I'm sure once they get out of my presence, they grit their teeth and call me a 'Prideful git' or something along those lines.

I'm fine with being a son of Apollo- my brothers and sisters get along just fine with me. I know there's hidden drama, but it doesn't really get to me. Sometimes, you just have to let things drip off of you, know what I mean? Secretly, I wish I could actually talk to my friends about my problems, but I have to suck it up-I have to be a man about it. God, why can't we all just be sensitive? Oh right, that's what rock and roll is for. 

Most of the time I feel like I deserve a little bit better than the cards I've been handed. I don't like to work much, and I feel like the fates are specifically targeting me. Why? I have no idea. Maybe I failed in a past life somehow and I have to repay my debts. I have a very 'Why me' mentality when anything goes wrong. I probably wouldn't be the greatest or most optimistic helping hand on a quest.


History: 

I lived alone with my mother and what I thought was my father for years- up until high school. Specifically, my sophomore year. I have a dimple in my chin, and neither my mother nor 'Father' had one- I confronted her about it, frustrated and angry. She didn't explain anything about Apollo to me until I pushed and pushed and pushed.



The next day, filled with all the knowledge in the universe, I went to school. What did I do?



I was a moron. I told everyone, 'Hey, I'm the son of a god.' I was pulled into the school psycologist's office and was reamed for a few hours. They even called in my mom. She took THEIR SIDE. Ugh, right?



That weekend, she withdrew me from school and gave me a bus pass to get to New York. She told me, promised me someone would be waiting for me. Sure, someone was there, but I was still mad at my mom- and my father, too. He claimed me during dinner that night. I already knew, why confirm it?



And here I am, years later. I never leave, unless it's during the winter. I've never gone on a quest, either.