Miroslaw Mihailov

When Miro found out from some of his brothers, who discovered it from Athena's boys that.... in short, a mess! There was a game of truth or dare and he, to distract himself a little from the whole mess of her love story with her, to find at least one second in which he wasn't thinking about Elena, had decided to participate. He arrived just in time for the start "Excuse me! Can I join?" and sat looking at Henry hosting the game, then saw Fin and tried not to stare too much…damn, for once he didn't want to think about it, well at least it was far enough away from him and hopefully he wouldn't they would be spoken. His attention returned to Henry and he saw her with a cigarette in her hand and he thought 'we need more people like her in this field, it would be fun' and he smiled a little, spoke shortly after and was amazed himself at what she said: "Henry , do you have another cigarette?" he wanted to relax and if the smoke and that would do the trick he would accept, he just hoped to have fun with people who wouldn't judge him.

He waited breathlessly for her answer, because now what he had made was a confession, unvarnished, and what if it was too soon for her? What if she didn't reciprocate? Miro rocked a bit between his knees as he waited for her answer, he wanted to know, but at the same time he didn't want the answer because he know he couldn't have handled a no. Of course he never expected what actually happened. The moon lit her up as he watched, but he only wanted her eyes, seeking sincerity and purity in them, there was, but also insecurity. His heart broke when she told him she loved Fin too, he'd heard about him from some of her sisters, but he had no hope against that playboy...his yes widened as Elena spoke, in case a tear would fall he wouldn't have noticed...he wouldn't have cared, by now his state of mind was clear. But Lena said that she also had feelings for him, this took a weight off him, and he felt strong again, he knew he had no hope against Fin, using Aphrodite's techniques didn't even cross his mind, he wanted sincere love, for himself but also for her. He took a deep breath before speaking, he didn't care about how his voice would sound, simply about the words he wanted to say: "Look, Elena, I love you, so much... but thanks for being honest with me, I appreciate it. If you love him y-you do what feels best for you be with whoever you want no matter what choice you make i will continue to love you you make me feel good but i dont know who makes you feel good just take the choice you want. .. don't take too long... if you choose him I could feel bad but what would fix me is the fact that you're happy." He desperately wanted her to truly reciprocate, but he had to be honest and also open up to the fact that she might as well not. His grip on her hand didn't let go though, if these were the last few minutes he could love Elena with an open heart he would enjoy it. And without them realizing it, the fireworks lit up the sky, Elena's insecurity and Miro's tears.

Strangely she didn't laugh, but she smiled and, Miro didn't know if it was his imagination, that smile lit up the whole night for a few seconds more than the moon itself, it was the perfect sight for the boy, the fireworks were almost ready It was a ruse but he found himself wishing he'd just wanted more time, just the two of them, together. "W-well, thank you so much, I'm glad you like them and...I really think about them, believe me.". Miro's smile grew as she didn't move her hand, which grew warmer and hotter against hers, her hand was slightly calloused but he didn't care, he wondered what she thought of him? She then asked him what he meant by the fact that she was beautiful and Miro made a surprised face, his answer seemed obvious to himself, had no one ever told her? "Beautiful... for me everything about you is perfect, I know it may seem strange since it's the first time we've spoken well face to face but it's true, for me you are beautiful on the outside, but above all on the inside, you are sensitive and kind, not rough like many of your brothers I've had the misfortune to fight with, you to me, are like water to a human..." 'I can't live without it' was the end of the sentence which he didn't say but could be understood easily. He blushed and regretted that it might have been too direct but he wanted to tell her what he really thought, he was madly in love for sure. He was afraid of her reaction, so he turned his head to see some boys setting up their fireworks above the cliff.

He smiled at Petal with all the strength he had left and moved closer to get some reassuring touch, oh that movement reminded her so much of Elena under the fireworks, she froze at the thought, but Petal's presence made it feel better and forced himself to speak, she was there for him, she wouldn't have wasted this opportunity and she just didn't want to stay any longer: "Don't worry, you shouldn't be sorry, it's not your fault... You, you made a strange face when I mentioned you know the boy, don't you?" She wondered who that boy was and what she had better than him. She shook her head, no, thinking about it would only make him sadder, something she absolutely had to avoid, she had to be stronger if he was going to go and win her back. "Is my ability to love a strength you say? I wish I could think so too... All my brothers and sisters are true heartthrobs, probably some of them would tell me to leave it behind and look for another girl... or well boy...but I...can't stop thinking about her...Even now that she's gone, I can't fall in love with anyone else." she looked Petal in her eyes as he said the words. "But I wouldn't want her to try again just because she pities me, I wish she loved me the way I love her. Damn, even the gods took pity on me! I just wish Elena... nothing else..."

Me if there aren't plot twists

"Thanks so much, Petal," he offered her a warm greeting and another smile, this one less forced than the last as she sat down. He was just happy that someone had come and sat down, not asking, not judging, just offering a little comfort. She seemed to him to be an Iris girl so maybe, he could talk to her right? She had been nice to him, he could give it a try. "You, you're not going to make fun of me are you? ...no, of course not.". He tried to pull herself together and the color of his eyes mirrored Petal's, his cheeks were still red with wee marks though. "You know...I fell in love with this girl...Lena...but I found out that when she and I were together...she was also in love with someone else, Fin called her, I.. I didn't know. She destroyed me but I still love her." he laughed and cried at the same time, "It's possible that I'm the worst son of Aphrodite ever...". He sought comfort, and I find it in the figure of Petal, who listened to him without judgment.

Tears streamed down his clothes, skin and the grass beneath him. He wasn't well, he didn't try to convince himself otherwise, just the others, is it because he could sense the love that he was so devastated by it? He had just failed as a son of Aphrodite, a watery laugh escaped his mouth, but then he fell silent, he would have been even more pathetic if anyone had heard. He put his head between his raised knees and wiped away the tears as soon as he felt one on his face, he tried to diminish the redness on his cheeks with a transformation of the skin of that area in a lighter tone but his powers didn't work, or rather, they were out of control, her multicolored hair hinting at that. He gasped when he heard a voice, and forced himself out of the mess in his head, looked up and found Petal there, he hadn't talked to her very much and only knew her by sight, but he knew she was nice, she wouldn't make fun of him. "I-I... I'm fine, no need to worry..." her voice gave him away, cracking mid-sentence. He was about to tell her that he might as well leave, because surely she had better things to do than stay with the whiny mess that was him, but then he realized that maybe he needed someone, even just standing next to him, to make him feel less lonely at a time like this. "Please... you can stay here for a while, if that's okay.". He tried to force a smile "I'm Miro, we haven't introduced ourselves adequately it's a pleasure to meet you." he didn't care if he was crying, if he was totally broken, he wouldn't give up his manners.

Miro was truly grateful to the gods when Lena didn't move and held her hand tightly, hers was cold and, already knowing how cold it was outside, he tried to warm it as best he could, obviously without getting noticed too much. He too was speechless but, as Aphrodite's son, he knew that someone had to do the things necessary to continue a friendship and perhaps a relationship, they were in the dark now but he could still see her clearly, moonlit she was even more beautiful. He was surprised when she said that no one had ever paid her this kind of compliment: "Well, they won't admit the pure truth of the facts, you're beautiful and if no one tells you I'll take responsibility." he winked at her, but he was sincere, he wanted her to understand that for him, she was beautiful. "I...uh...I...Ares, he's my father..." he chuckled a little when he saw her stammer, but it was like him before, so he did it with the purest intentions "How nice, and Aphrodite is my mother" he knew that she knew but, it was a bit for conversation, a bit to continue that kind of joke. He then saw her lost in thoughts of her and was slightly worried about her, he felt protective of her too, though when the feeling of her had originated he couldn't say. "Are you worried about something?" and as he said it, he came to terms with the emotions inside of him. He was in love with her.

He blushed even more when he heard her complimenting his name, it was strange, but every time she spoke he smiled, as if he could listen to her with endless interest. By now the sun was almost below the horizon and the light was very little, but that was enough for Miro to be able to admire his stupendous eyes on her. He'd never had the chance to talk to one of the Ares before because they were always quite rough and just looking for a fight but she was different, well after all you shouldn't judge a person solely by their parents, especially if they were deities related to specific concepts. Sure, obviously that influences there, but not as much as you think, not in the majority at least. He moved closer to her and took her hand, it was hot at the time, but she felt it more for everything he felt. He looked at her face with a little fear, if she made a face or something that indicated that she didn't reciprocate or it was too soon he would immediately let go of her hand and apologise. "I like the prospect of being here with you for a while, I only know your name though, and who is your father, do you mind if I ask you to tell me about yourself?". He looked away sheepishly from his own question. He wanted to know more about her, because he found her beautiful, nice, calm and he realized he had spoken aloud. And the sun, now glowing red behind the ocean, couldn't even get to the color of his face right now. He had ruined everything.

Miro found himself lost listening to the girl, Elena, she was really beautiful and her relaxed voice almost emitted an aura of calm, her eyes transmitted sympathy as well as that courage and inner fire of all the Ares. He looked at her and admired her hair illuminated by her sunset, she was really beautiful, but he most of all admired the curiosity she transmitted to him about her, that desire to stay a little longer with her and talk. “Lena…what a beautiful name”, and he smiled at her again, he was genuine. His heart was beating a little faster, he'd never felt true love, but he'd always been able to feel it, because part of his powers allowed him to, but he didn't need powers to know that she was different than all the others. "Ahah yes well, you're right, anyway I'm having fun here with you... you're very nice!" he complimented her by looking into her eyes and he meant it. "If you like, we could put them alone, the two of us, here, would be even more beautiful shortly after the sunset." but never more beautiful than you was the thing that he didn't say, she blushed thinking about that thing, but I try not to point it out to Lena, if she didn't reciprocate his feelings for her? He wouldn't throw away a promising friendship over his feelings for her, yet he couldn't stop staring at her dreamily.

Miro was enjoying that time, the girl was very nice and seemed to talk kindly to him, she looked so different from the usual Ares boys, she was calm and Miro liked people like that. He just hoped she didn't think he was like his brothers, he felt that maybe there could be something between them, he was fine with her, but he didn't want the prejudices about Aphrodite's children to prevent their friendship... and maybe what there would have been a more. Then he remembered, how stupid… "Ah, sorry for my rudeness, I'm Miroslaw or Miro if you like, nice to meet you." and he smiled at her again, he did it because he liked her smile. It was beautiful and he felt happy when she saw him. How strange, right? He was a son of the goddess of love, but he never really fell in love... maybe this was the right time. "Well yes, I can understand you, then sometimes too much noise almost makes me shiver... I know, maybe I'm "lowering my reputation as an Aphrodite's son" but it's true." He said laughing and hoped with all his heart that he had got the joke. "Well I don't have any fireworks, the choice is yours, but I'm sure yours are better than theirs." he was curious about this whole fireworks thing and he couldn't wait to see it. They were also very romantic to be honest…not that that meant anything, absolutely not.

He scratched his head slightly embarrassed and looked away "I know it may seem strange for a child of Aphrodite but usually I prefer to be with few people at a time, the party is beautiful but I never got used to so many people together, even in my cabin I sometimes close myself in my room for a while." he chuckled a little, "You on the other hand, are you here because you don't like the party? I also know they are going to put on some fireworks, do you want to see them?" Miro knew how to make conversation and he did it because Elena seemed nice to her and interested her, but she wasn't like some of her brothers who flirted with all the girls in the camp. Then, she didn't even have the charmspeak like others. When Elena smiled at him he felt good and the corners of his mouth turned up.

He was enjoying the party very much, but he needed some fresh air and wanted to isolate himself a bit from the unbearable chaos. Perhaps for a boy from Aphrodite it was a bit strange to want to detach himself from the center of the party but he had always liked the tranquillity, with one or two people and that was it. He chose to go towards the beach which he considered the most relaxing place of all and walked there looking at the sunset which gradually became darker, when he got closer he also noticed a girl sitting there, she had had the same idea, it was Elena , someone he had admired for a while and found very beautiful. Her voice softened and he sat next to her "Can I stay here?" He genuinely smiled at her. "The sunset is really beautiful today...". He was happy to have found another person with whom to share such a wonder.

Miroslaw Mihailov biography Alexey Mihailov is a member of the Bratva, the Russian mafia, and lives in Moscow, he comes from a family of gangsters who have been there since its creation and today have great power, since he was a child he showed a strong charisma derived from his great beauty. For this reason, when he grew up and started working for the family he became a seducer with the task, for money or for a mission, of extrapolating information through courtship or sex, he was an ace in his trade and so far all the women he had with flirted had fallen at his feet... or that was what his family thought, in the deep of Alexey's heart he wanted a better life and a real love story. One day, in a St. Petersburg night club, there for a mission, he met a beautiful woman, the most beautiful he had ever seen, indeed in the world... Alexey began to courting her and lavishing attention upon her, she was the first woman he had ever attempted to court for love and passion, she was the woman of his dreams. He approached her slowly, but with her determination and tried her usual jokes trying to make her fall at her feet, but she was also cunning and ended up being the one to bed him. After that endless night of passion Alexey, with pure sadness, never met the woman again until about 9 months later he returned to St. Petersburg and saw her again, the woman said she was actually Aphrodite, the Bratva member couldn't believe it at first that all Greek mythology was real but then, looking at the woman, he understood that all that beauty could not be human and he was given a bundle that contained his son and the Goddess: Miroslaw. Alexey loved his son and he didn't want for him a life like his own so he tried to make them escape, but they couldn't due to a illness Alexey had that made him die before the escape. Miroslaw was adopted by his evil uncle, the other one that knew the truth about his mother. Miroslaw grew up in the world of the bratva and from an early age he was accustomed to violence because his uncle believed that, being the son of a goddess, he would be more powerful than many others and so he was, he always proved obedient and always managed to complete every task that came his way. was assigned. He was absolutely beautiful and this made him a good manipulator having taken after his father and mother. Unbeknownst to his uncle though, Miro didn't like the life he lived and just wanted to be a normal boy with friends and go to school, not being teaches at home with his uncle, he really liked history and astronomy and he would have liked to know more. But the day he was broken came...he was 9 when they took him into a room and asked him to beat a man up, the boy panicked under the stoic eyes of his uncle and, using a frightening force he managed to open the door and escape, everyone was alerted of the escape and looked for him, but there fate helped Miro and suddenly his appearance changed making him look like a 40 year old man, his normally blue eyes became brown and his hair blonde , was totally unrecognizable, not even his features made him recognizable by his acquaintances. Miro kept running, running and running until he reached a thicket and there he tried to build himself a shelter for the night, he stood on tiptoe to grab a branch when he realized he didn't need it: he was tall enough to reach for it without having to stand up on his toes and wondered why there was a river nearby, he looked in his mirror and understood what had happened to him. So many questions ran through his mind, as he had? Why did he have these powers? Was he special? He wondered this constantly throughout the night, but decided not to try to regain his real appearance because these powers could serve his purpose: he had decided to leave Russia, the Bratva and all his old life to start over, only him, like his father wanted. The next day he managed to get passage to a port on the border with Estonia and there he decided to look for a ship. While inspecting the port he found his uncle in front of him and, frightened, returned to his natural appearance, the evil adult had a falsely reassuring face and tried to convince his nephew to return home. "And you dare to call it home?" It was the answer of the boy who, for the first time in his life, stood up against his uncle and everything he represented. "Don't you want to come? Good! Know that there won't be other places that will treat you like a normal person, you are different! You are not human and you never will be!" And he laughed mockingly at his nephew as he approached and tried to take him by force. Despite the courage he wanted to show to his uncle Miro was terrified, he had always had so much self-confidence throughout his life, but now he felt totally important "I would like to leave, go away from here, as far away as possible, away away" were the thoughts repeating in his mind. His uncle was about to grab his arm when it turned into a fin and soon became a small fish under his uncle's incredulous eyes, Miro no longer understood anything but he knew he had to get away from there and he immediately jumped in the sea and swam away following the sea current, with a little difficulty since he wasn't in full control. Miro didn't know how he had become a fish, it felt out of his control. Throughout the journey, however, he kept thinking about uncle's words: "You are different. You are not human" surely they were linked to his abilities, but he didn't feel like a monster ... maybe. After an interminable swim he felt all his strength draining him completely and he suddenly felt heavier, he was human again and was in the sea, but a big port was nearby so he could go back to the safe ground, he was all wet, tired and he wanted to collapse but he came rescued by an accidental homeless boy, Drims, who let him know he was in New York and taught Miro English. The two lived together for a while, in the alleys of Brooklyn until one night Miroslaw, who usually woke up late, got up earlier and found Drims with a pair of goat's hooves, then asked his friend if he too could transform as he had done Miro months before and Drims marveled at his friend, realizing that he was a demigod, the satyr explained everything to him and took him to Camp Half-Blood. Here Miroslaw was claimed by his mother Aphrodite and became the new little brother of house 10, while, in the company of his friends and siblings, he learned to control his abilities and try to leave the past behind. Eventually he learned that his transformation into a fish must have been a blessing from a god who took pity on him. Finally Alexey's dream of a better life for his child became true. Personality He is a very calm and serene person, he appreciates silence but he doesn't disdain people's attentions, if he finds some kind and beautiful girls he starts filtering with them. He doesn't like people without values or who don't show gratitude and is very loyal to those close to him. He's actually quite shy, so he doesn't look for the first approach, but waits for people to come to him. He is always welcoming to everyone, but one thing that embarrasses him a lot is being treated like a little boy since he is among Aphrodite's newest children in the camp. About Me Birthdate: 12 June 2006 Likes: purple, his siblings, animals, drawing, classic music, nature, emotions of love and affection, lemon cakes, his dad, astronomy Dislikes: his uncle, spicy food, mouses, when people gets angry, poachers Family: Mom: Aphrodite Dad: Alexey Mihailov (35) (dead) Siblings: His half-siblings from Cabin 10 Other: Uncle: Dimitry Mihailov (37) Happy Thoughts: Spend time with his siblings, drawing pictures of the camp Nightmares: Being founded by his uncle Fatal Flaw: He can be scared easily and when he's scared he can't move or think straight. PLAYED BY: OTParadise FACE CLAIM: LEO MANGIERI