Tyson
The Cyclops Brother with a Heart of Gold
One eye sees monsters. The other sees family.
Used to be a New York street kid dodging subway trains and demigod bullies. Now I’ve got a forge that hums with the rhythm of the tides, a brother who’d battle Titans for me, and Annabeth’s grudging smile when I fix her dagger. Some call me a monster. Percy calls me brother. That’s all I need.
What I'm Into: Celestial bronze sparks, Percy’s half-smiles, Rainbow’s seagrass snacks, underwater volcano vents, bone-crushing hugs
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