Full Name: Fen Adrien Wiley.
Birthdate: 30th of October.
Godly Parent: Poseidon.
Color: Mint green.
Food: He's good with any Italian food. Molto buona! Oh, and Mint Chip ice cream.
Drink: Orange Soda. Or, you know, any drink is fine..
Music: Techno, Dubstep, Alternative, Indie.. any genre.
Fen is the nurturing type; he used to live in a world that was concrete and kind. Ever since he was a brat he'd believe the best of people, and has always been very sensitive to other people's feelings. However, his firm desire to see the best in people caused him to be slightly naive. Now that he's seventeen, he's beginning to see the world and many of the people residing in it as they are. Cruel. Unforgiving and fierce.
He's not extremely outspoken, always keeping mostly to himself to observe others. Fen takes information given to him about people who are relatively important to him and he stores it in his mind. Usually, he can be found blinking many times in a row or wrinkling his nose, giving someone a stare down. Fen doesn't mean to seem strange, he's rightly curious about people. When he does those things, he's analyzing. He's piecing together the person he thinks you are in his mind, and hoping foolishly that you turn out to be that way. Although he may be a bit of an analyst, the person he knows least about is himself. He's never sure of himself, the person he is. It sometimes scares him. Everyone else seems so sure of who they are, what they desire. You want to know about him? "I.. Well, me? I'm just Fen." When there's too much going around in his head, when it all gets to be too much, he can be found near water. It's always been his place to clear his mind, where he feels most comfortable. Where he feels less.. Fen, if you understand. He feels as though he's not the creep who's always found staring at people.
Sometimes, he can't understand the world. It tears him up inside to see people be so amazingly awful, so wrong. It angers him. Not many have seen him angry, but when it gets that far there's a flood. Not.. an actual flood like you would think. But words start spewing. When others have problems, he'll try to stand by them, comfort them. Sometimes it bothers them, but he thinks that he always sends their minds reeling.
First Memory: Fen was playing with a few older kids in the neighborhood. He felt like he was important, thinking that they wanted him following him around and he was incredibly giddy about the whole deal. When he smiled, you could see that his two front teeth were missing. He was such a child back then. In. They wanted him to jump into the lake? Not many kids came to the lake, only the brave ones did. There were so many scary tales about the lake, about young children who would come to the lake to play. And then they'd feel something grabbing at their ankles. Of course they'd fight against it.. didn't make a difference, they said. It'd pull them under. The older boys said that the bodies weren't found until later. "Are you scared? Why're you being such a kid, jump in already. Come on, we dare you." Fen's mother never allowed him near the lake. But today was different. Ma wasn't there. She couldn't tell him to move away, get away from the water. Maybe she'd heard the stories too? Then.. she never really liked him near water so much. He had limited time in the bath tub, in the pool. She was strict, but he knew she loved him. His mind was straying. Getting back to the task at hand, he looked around at all the boys around him before nodding his head once. He took a deep breath, slowly peeking over the edge of the suddenly too high dock. Next thing he knew, he felt the hands pressing against his back, his arms flailing and he felt like he'd bitten clean through his lip. Fen heard the boys laughter and he realized he'd been tricked. They'd been making fun of him all along. He sunk into the water, grasping at it as though there was some way to come up. Everything was going in slow motion, and then it ceased. Fen stopped moving. He opened his eyes, slowly relaxing as the water soothed his tense body. Everything was clear, pristine. His anger faded and he no longer felt inferior. The water is your home. Yes..
Relationship with Mortal Parent: His mother. No matter how strict she was with him, he always knew she loved him. She was the woman who raised him after all, and that couldn't have been a feat anyone who didn't care about him could go through. Lysia Roth. The woman who took care of him from his birth until the day she died. Fen loved her.
It was always Fen and his mother against the world. They didn't have it hard in life. Lysia was the editor in chief of the city's best newspaper, and the money she got kept them in the middle class. Their house wasn't extravagant, but it couldn't be called quaint either. He remembered sitting on the balcony with her, talking and laughing about their days while sipping at hot cocoa. They would sometimes take walks in the park together, when he wasn't busy with school and when she wasn't busy with work. They were a close knit family. He didn't mind.
The children at school didn't so much like him. With the way he'd always kept to himself, not bothering to really get close to many people, they figured he thought himself too high and mighty. Sometimes his books would get stolen, or he'd get tripped up in the hallway. They called him strange, and other names, for always being caught staring at someone. Making that 'weird face' while he did it, it just wasn't normal they said. He wasn't normal. They'd pick on him, causing his insecurities and his feelings of inferiority to escalate.
"Your father? Fen, really, be serious. I can't talk about this now I'm making dinner. Now go wash up, hun."
"What was your dad like? It hurts too much to talk about it, Fen. Go get your Ma a nice glass of water and an aspirin, will you?"
Never had he known about his true lineage until just about a year ago. Just a week after her birthday, on the first of March, Lysia passed. The doctor said it was most surely painless for her. There was some sort of tumor in her brain, something called a meningioma? As the doctor told him this, Fen had his eyes closed and saw the moments before he called the police flashing before him.
"You can't leave me like this! You said you loved me, you lied!" The cruel words spilled past his lips as tears ran down his cheeks and he pounded against her chest, trying to knock the breath back into her lungs. He was only fifteen, not ready to lose someone who'd been there all his life. "Please, Ma.." She didn't come back. Slowly, Fen's eyes opened and he took in the appearance of the room. His mother was lying on the bed. Gone. A shell of the person he once loved so much, the one he would have laid life on the line for. He didn't get to say goodbye.
Less than two days after the incident, Fen found himself sitting in his grandmother's kitchen. Tears fell into her tea, but she didn't pay any attention to those as she told him what her daughter told her years ago. "Do you know the stories of the Gods, Fen?" He said that they didn't really exist, it was only Greek mythology. Of course, it was something he was told in school. Then she told him of the Gods. Zeus, Poseidon, Hades, Athena, Aprhodite, all of them. They were very much real, she said. He spent the night thinking over what she told him, not sleeping once. The next morning, Grandma Ellen led him into her car. She said they had a long drive to make.
On the way to their destination, Granny told Fen where they were headed. The Olympus Academy for Demi-Gods, a place where he'd learn that what he'd heard from her wasn't a fairytale. It was all very much real. And he was powerful, a son of Poseidon. She explained that there was a reason he was always so in touch with water. He blushed as she babbled on about how he took nearly fifteen minute showers. Once they arrived, Fen was in awe.
His grandmother drove away as he began to walk up to the Academy. Everything he'd been told was true, every single detail that his Granny told him was right. Then he remembered the stories that his mother used to tell him, of an Academy where he could learn to be great. Where he wouldn't be 'just Fen'. And he had to tell himself that he was ready for whatever they taught him.