I'm just a normal teenage boy. I like to joke around and have fun with my friends. I actually enjoy learning and studying. I like to try new things, and push myself to do better. Trying to perfect whatever I do. I love challenges and competing against others. I'm honest and trustworthy. I may tell a little white lie now and then, but I try not to.

[smear:#34e619]Positive Traits:[/smear:#4169e1:0]
1)Adventurous: Willing to try new experiences and take risks.
2)Meticulous: Taking great care with minute details.
3)Passionate: Being capable of or expressing deep feeling.
4)Honorable: Characterized by noble principles; displaying integrity.
5)Spunky: An inclination toward liveliness and high energy.
6)Courageous: Possessing the mental or moral resilience to face opposition, danger, or difficulties despite one's fear.

[smear:#4169e1]Negative Traits:[/smear:#34e619:0]
1)Perfectionist: Perceiving anything less than perfection as failure.
2)Stubborn: Unyielding or obstinate.
3)Verbose: Wordy; inclined to say more than is needed.
4)Jealous: Comparing oneself to others.
5)Mischievous: Maliciously or impishly troublesome.
6)Impulsive: Acting on desires, whims, or inclination without forethought

The early origins of the Drakos family are uncertain but they probably take their name from an early warlord called Poulios Drakos (lit. transl. dragon), who was the progenitor of the family. The original village in which the Drakos family came from was Kamarina-Martanion, which still has families bearing the Drakos surname. After a failed revolt in Epirus, conducted together with Theodoros Bouas-Grivas and Malamos, other Armatoles, the chief branch of the family migrated to Souli where they were hereditary warlords of the Souliotes. Poulios Drakos' descendants remained chieftains of the Souliotes through the following centuries and his descendant Dimos Drakos was a powerful warlord who entered the Russian Army in the run-up to the Orlov Revolt. His son Georgios Drakos was a leading general of the Greek War of Independence in 1821. Georgios' descendants entered the political life of the new Kingdom of Greece and entered into marriage alliances with many other powerful political families like the Botsaris family

Before this though it was rumored that the Drakos family were descendents of Atlantis. Plato told the story of Atlantis around 360 B.C. The founders of Atlantis, he said, were half god and half human. They created a utopian civilization and became a great naval power. Their home was made up of concentric islands separated by wide moats and linked by a canal that penetrated to the center.

Santorini is one of the Cyclades islands in the Aegean Sea. It was devastated by a volcanic eruption in the 16th century BC, forever shaping its rugged landscape. The whitewashed, cubiform houses of its 2 principal towns, Fira and Oia, cling to cliffs above an underwater caldera (crater). They overlook the sea, small islands to the west and beaches made up of black, red and white lava pebbles.

Santorini, known since ancient times as Thira, is one of the most famous islands in the world. The fact that you can sit in front of the caldera, enjoy local dishes, a drink or a coffee while gazing at the remarkable beauty of an active volcano is priceless!

The island is actually a group of islands consisting of Thira, Thirassia, Aspronisi, Palea and Nea Kameni in the southernmost part of the Cyclades.

Following the volcanic eruption mentioned earlier in this post, many believe the destruction of Santorini was the inspiration behind the lost continent of Atlantis, which is often described as, a ‘great civilisation disappearing beneath the waves.’

For centuries the Drakos have lived in Santorini. They ruled the island and made friends and enemies. My great great grandfather fell in love with a lowly servant girl, and had a child with her. His father forbade him to have anything to do with her. So in the dead of night he gathered his belongings, the woman he loved, and their child. Boarding a ship in darkness, and fleeing Santorini to live his own life.

Unfortunately his father caught up with him. In the chaos that ensued his beloved was knocked overboard along with their baby. He dove in after them only able to rescue his baby with the rough sea. His father fished him out, and in a rage he attacked his father. In the end his father stood over him with a sword to his throat, and banished him. Saying he was a traitor to his own family. He went to kill the child to punish his child even more, but he was unable to do so as he looked down at the squalling baby laying on the deck of the boat.

The ship sailed on with my grieving great great grandfather, and his son. The ship docked in the Americas, and he left the ship with his son, and made a new life for him in what became the United States of America making a name for themselves here.

As for my mother's side of the family Andreas I know my grandparents came to America when my mother was a toddler. She has no idea or if she had any family from before. Her parents died when she was a teenager while she was at prep school. She knows they came from Greece, and that's it. Her parents had told her she was better off not knowing their history that it could be deadly if she were to look into it so it was better to leave it in the past. She wasn't even for sure if Andreas was her real surname or not. She was curious sure, but after she met my father at the private school in New York they attended, her priorities changed. Marrying him the day after graduation, and starting to have a family of their own. They became bounty hunters working as a team, and became quite legendary as the Drakos Bounty Hunters. They also went on to college and got their teaching degrees. Both of them work as teachers, but my father was disowned from his family when he became a Son of Anarchy soon after graduating from college.

My mother was a big buff of the Greek Goddesses and Gods so us kids were named after them. Starting with my oldest sister Aite. Astraea was born two years after Aite. Next came Artemis a year later. After her came Antheia. Aphrodite came after her. My parents had settled on Galveston Island shortly after they were married. My parents raised us on a teacher's salary, as well as bounty hunting money, which sometimes was a lot of money, and other times not that much of a bounty. Which to be honest isn't really a salary it's called a bounty. Mom also comes from old money so she wouldn't have to work if she didn't want to.

Two years after later my sister Apate was born. Apollo was the next year, and a year after that was Alectrona. My parents waited a couple of years before having me. Three years later the baby boy Atlas was born. With him that made ten of us kids. Dad was always getting teased by the Sons about having so many kids, but he just grinned and didn't say anything. For the most part we all got along, but there was the occasional fight or two between us. Which usually got broken up pretty fast. A year before I was born my parents had moved to Stockton California getting teaching jobs there, and dad had transferred to the Stockton Sons of Anarchy charter.

On the day I was born it was a frigid cold day in Stockton, California. My parents however were in Cancun Mexico on a bounty hunt. So it was a beautiful warm day there. Mom was only eight months along. So she figured that she would have plenty of time yet to help out on jobs. Things literally went south though. Timing was off and leads were way out in left field. Dad's words were it went to hell in handbasket. Literally all hell broke loose. Mom got hurt and went into labor. With no other choice but to get mom to the hospital they lost out on that bounty.

At the hospital they tried to stop the birth, but it was too late. There were complications and they almost lost mom and me both. Twenty-four hours later I came into this world already turning blue. Luckily they were able to save me and mom. We were both in the hospital there for a couple of weeks, before we were transferred to a hospital in Stockton. Mom was finally released, but there were still problems with me. Dad said I was a fighter though, and I finally came home three months later. For the next few years there were regular checkups, but I seemed to be normal. Growing like a normal child my age.

I was around six when my older sisters came home from school one day. They had colds, but nothing serious. In the middle of the night I woke up not feeling good at all. I barely remember waking my parents up, and the next thing I knew I was waking up a couple of days later in the hospital. For a few days yet I was miserable. Come to find out my immune system wasn't as good as it should be so I had more doctors appointments, and vitamins shoved down my throat to try and build up my immune system. Plus other stuff that I had no clue about.

The next couple of years wasn't too much fun being prodded and poked, but at least it worked. My immune system was boosted. Still I had to watch what I did and where I went. I had to wear a mask when we'd go places. Though I had to disinfect things when I got in where I'd be. I got teased about it from other kids, but my older brother Apollo was always there to ward them off. By the time I ten I was given a clean bill of health, but I still had to get checked out once in awhile.I also still had to take vitamins which I hated doing. Over the next few years if I got so much as a sniffle mom wouldn't let me go to school, and was usually left home with one of my older sisters. Junior high was a bit better as I finally was given the go ahead by the doctor that I could try out for sports. I wasn't that great, but I did well enough. Apollo was the one who held all the records and was the athlete.

I was looking forward to eighth grade this next year. Then our parents dropped the bombshell on us that we were going to be moving to Washington, California. I was definitely bummed as I had finally worked up the nerve to talk to this girl I liked. That backfired on me though when all she could talk about was Apollo. At that moment I hated him, and would for awhile. Going home defeated I glared at Apollo when I went by him. Still haven't talked to him for a few days. Sure he's probably wondering why, but who cares. I was tired of living in Apollo's shadow. Maybe this move would be good where Apollo wasn't a god that everyone here in Stockton made him out to be.