Years have passed since Percy was born. He was a slightly tan boy, with black hair, the color of a raven, along with a blue eye in his right eye, with a steel grey eye in his left. He inherited his father's monster slit eye, along with fangs and Typhon's height. Sally married a man by the name of Gabe Ugliano, a fat man who could hide Percy's sent from the gods and monsters.
Percy was a troubled kid; he has a massive temper, a love of storms and a fascination with monsters. Not to mention ADHD and Dyslexia.
He was extremely strong for his age, alone with massive stamina and a slight immunity to pain and heat, which will only grow with age.
For his abilities, he seemed to inherit his Father's abilities with storms and other natural disasters, at a smaller scale. This was illustrated when Gabe went off on a rant and a localized thunderstorm was created, following Percy's anger.
He created his own monsters in his imagination, constantly creating new ones and writing them down, along with drawing them. Writing down their abilities, weaknesses and anything he could think of. He was an amazing drawer from years of practice.
However, good things are always followed with bad things. He enjoyed time with his mother Sally, but despised Gabe. Gabe was an abusive, drunk slob and it was only a matter of time before Percy snapped.
It was the middle of the night when Gabe returned home from drinking and playing poker with his friends. He stumbled in and due to him losing extremely badly, decides to take his anger out on his young charge.
So, he stumbled in Percy's room, woke the kid up and started to whip him with his Belt. Percy's screams awakened Sally, who rushed in and tried to stop Gabe by smacking him. Gabe proved stronger than her and knocked her out.
"I have had it you and your son!" Gabe yelled out as he grabbed both Percy and Sally by the neck and dragged them into the kitchen. Grabbing a knife, a gleam of insanity in his eyes from the darkness in the room, wanted to make the brat suffer, in his intoxicated mind, if he didn't have the child, he wouldn't have lost the poker game. Still, he wanted to make the kid suffer, so he took the knife and carved a massive scar in the young child's face.
"Do you want to play a game?" He asked to the boy, over and over, Percy could only scream in pain as his face was carved in.
Gabe not stopping, carved a massive wound in the child's face; this started in his forehead above his right eye, went between his eyes, and stopped before it reached his throat.
Finally finishing, Gabe turned to Sally, who was still knock out, and raised the bloody knife, ready to end her life.
Percy seeing this glared at Gabe with all of the hate he could muster, wishing that he could become a monster and torture Gabe, just like he did to him and to prevent his mother's death.
His wish was grated as his body started to transform into a monster he created after one of his nightmares. The beast was 7 feet tall, with horns jutting out of its head, well-muscled, five inch claws shaped like Scythes, Pale scales with a black outline, a blade tipped tail, with spikes on the back, going to the tail's tip, Giant bat wings were folded, and two feet, with three claws in the front and one in the back.
Percy not knowing what happened; decided not to dwell on the matter and picked the fat man and shoved a claw in Gabe's back. Gabe screamed in pain, while Percy relished in it, he then turned Gabe around and smiled, a mouth full of needle like teeth greeted the terrified man. Percy deciding to finish him quickly, slashed at Gabe's throat and slit it open, watching as Gabe died from the lack of air and blood loss. Not before taunting him though as Gabe slowly bleed out.
"I won the game." Percy sang in twin voices. One was that of a small innocent child, pure innocence. The other was a rumbling sound, as if a rockslide was given a voice.
Percy then realized just what he did, he killed a man, even though the man tried to kill him, but he would still go to jail.
He remembered seeing murderers on the news when Gabe watched it. Thinking quickly, he ran to his room, smashing a few things along the way due to his size, and grabbed everything important to him. His book full of his created monsters, a pillow, water and anything he thought he needed. He wrote a small goodbye note to his beloved mother explaining what happened, and promised to write as often as he could.
With that thought, he ran out of the door, and left to live on the streets and practice his ability to transform.