Andrew Jace Desher
Mar 15, 2016 17:50:38 GMT -5
Post by Drew Desher on Mar 15, 2016 17:50:38 GMT -5
Andrew Jace Desher |
FREESTYLE APPLICATION Thomas Dekker - Nineteen – Camp Halfblood – Heterosexual - Single Born to Die My name is Andrew Desher. I'm the only son of Lt. Vivian Desher of the Miami PD. My father is Thanotos, keeper of the gates of death. I am also dying. Some might find that ironic, the son of Death being born to die but I don't and while I have come to grips with my own mortality my curse makes me questions the gods and their decisions for the world. That's getting a little ahead of myself though and maybe I should start from the beginning. I learned I was dying at the age of thirteen when I was diagnosed with Huntington's Disease. Don't ask me about it. I know the basics like the fact that there is something wrong with my nervous system and my body is slowly shutting down. I suppose some would be more worried about receiving a death sentence but being the son of Death has giving me sort of a grim sense of mortality even if I wasn't aware of who my father was at the time. In any case I've heard my condition is treatable, that my symptoms can be controlled, but I know better. My mom wanted to help, wanted to try and get me the best doctors money could buy but she couldn't guarantee that I wouldn't end up spending my life in a hospital. That wasn’t the life I wanted to live and besides, I know how things will turn out. No matter how I play it I'll end up dying a horrible death. Searching for Purpose on Borrowed Time After I found out how bad things would get for me I decided I couldn't put my mom through the things that would come. I'd rather die tomorrow being me than live for years in a hospital bed so I ran away from home. I was also mad at the gods. Why would they let one of their children be born with a terminal illness? What was the point when everything would end so soon? These were questions I couldn't answer but I set off on my own to try and find a sense of purpose for my life. Unfortunately answers were something that were in short supply and as I traveled I only seemed to find more worthless confusion. I saw the sick and dying wherever I went. They always seemed to be attracted to me and I helped them find some peace where I could but in each pair of dying eyes I only saw the same question that plagued me, why? Were the gods really so cruel? In the end I decided yes they were. They just didn't care and something needed to change. Misguided and Misunderstood Eventually I found my way to Camp Half-blood. There I finally learned the truth about my powers and what I was but even though I found a place of relative safety I still didn’t find the answers I was looking for. I tried to fit in but I still didn’t see a point to life if it was going to be ruled by the gods. Eventually I left for a while and decided I would try going back to the one place I was supposed to always be able to go back to. Home. I was a fool. When I finally got there I didn't find the home I remembered. Instead of finding a place where I could ground myself I discovered that my mom had moved on. There was a new family where before it had been only me and her, there were people I didn't know in my house and sleeping in my old room. With this new family she had apparently forgotten me and that only served to cement in my mind that I really had no place in the world among the living. I didn't even go inside. When I saw how happy my mom was I couldn't bring myself to open up wounds that had obviously scared over and healed. I'm sick. I had no right to expect her to remember me and take care of me so I came crawling back to camp even more confused about my place in the world than before I left. Fortunately this time I didn't come back without a purpose. I was still angry at the gods but knew there weren't any reasonable answers to the futility I saw. I did find another kind of answer though in the way to get even. Before I got back at camp I was approached by a group of people that felt the same about the gods as I did. They were called the Usurpers and when they approached me with their plan I finally saw a chance to avenge myself for all the ridiculous, unfair absurdity of my life. Now I've come to a crossroads. I don’t know how much longer I’ve got but I won't spend my remaining days sulking. I have no regrets. I have made my choices and lived as I did. I still have time to make one more choice though and if I can do this one thing to leave my mark on the world then it will all be worth it. None of us should have to live with being the gods’ playthings and if I have anything to say about it that’s all going to change. name; Rex time zone; CST |
