I love being the life of the party. I don't like the answer no at all. I usually do pretty much what I want to do. Growing up my parents let us do as we pleased to a certain point, letting us learn life lessons along the way. So some I learned the hard way and others the easy way. I am tough yet caring at the same time. I love the thrills I get when having a good time, doing my job and in just about everything. I'm not very creative. I can't even draw a straight line. Guess it's a good thing I don't live on the straight and narrow!

[smear:#9a19e6]Positive Traits:[/smear:#cd2886:0]
1)Protective: Inclined to safeguard, shield, or carefully supervise the persons or items in one's charge.
2)Adventurous: Willing to try new experiences and take risks.
3)Spontaneous: Enjoying what naturally occurs; given to acting on healthy impulses.
4)Courageous: Possessing the mental or moral resilience to face opposition, danger, or difficulties despite one's fear.
5)Passionate: Being capable of or expressing deep feeling.
6)Spunky: An inclination toward liveliness and high energy.

[smear:#cd2886]Negative Traits:[/smear:#9a19e6:0]
1)Reckless: Marked by a lack of proper caution; being careless of consequences.
2)Stubborn: Unyielding or obstinate.
3)Verbose: Wordy; inclined to say more than is needed.
4)Perfectionist: Perceiving anything less than perfection as failure.
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 descendants 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 civilization 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. 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 growing up with my father in Big Sky 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. Dad prospected to the Wild Wolves MC when he was eighteen as well just as his father before him.

My mother was a big buff of the Greek Goddesses and Gods so us kids were named after them. Starting with my older sister Aite. Next came Artemis a year later. I was next in line, and my name is Aphrodite, but I go by Tea as my parents affectionately called me. Though in reality Artemis is the one who gave me the name not being able to say my name when I was a baby. She only caught the last syllable so therefore I became known as Tea. I was born on August 29th, and it was a nice warm day. Not too hot or too cold. Just right my father had said. My parents raised us on 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. Apollo was born the next year, and a year after that they had Alectrona. My parents waited five years before having Atlas, my baby brother. With him that made six of us kids. 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.

Growing up I was fearless, and was always getting myself in predicaments. I always had scrapes and bruises. My parents just let me be, and become my own person. While growing up mom and dad made sure to take us different place, One of my memories was when we got to swim in the Gulf of Mexico. Sure you couldn't see the bottom, but that was the fun of it for me. Till I turned six, and was out swimming one day. Now growing up we learned about the tides and stuff. Even rip tides. Those we avoided. The dolphins that we swam with that had become our friends made sure we stayed out of them. One day I was caught by surprise by a riptide, and before I knew it I was about a mile or more out from shore. It didn't help when something bit my leg and dragged me under. The dolphins were there immediately and hitting at whatever had me. It finally let go of me. When I surfaced it did too, and I had never seen a bigger shark than that before. Shock set in, but the next thing I knew I was back on the beach with my older sisters over me yelling my name that sounded like it was coming from far away.

Blackness had taken over, and when I woke up I was in the hospital. Luckily they had been able to save my leg, but I had a gnarly scar from the bite. Needless to say I stayed away from the gulf after that not wanting to swim in it after having seen that Great White Shark. I was lucky to be alive. If it hadn't been for my Dolphin friends I probably wouldn't be here today. My sisters told me that the dolphins had gotten me to shore pretty fast.

With our dad in the Wild Wolves MC we grew up in the life too. The club was like an extended family to us. Us kids with dad's in the C were all close, and had one another's backs. By the time we were four we had mini bikes and were learning to ride. That was a newfound freedom for me, and I loved it. Though graduating up to a dirt bike and getting to compete was something else! I was a daredevil on that bike. Even going through a few of them when I'd get taken out on the course. Usually I got right back up and finished the race, and was pissed if my bike was out of commission. Pushing it off the track always sucked! There was a friendly competition usually between me and my friends and siblings. Out on that track though against others was a whole different story!

Next door to us was the Harts and most of the time we were at there house or they were at ours playing as we grew up. My oldest sister, Aite, fell for the oldest of the Hart brothers Brady. My parents loved the Hart kids and were always there for them too helping out when they could. I was good friends with Wolfer, but there was definitely nothing romantic between us. Course we did try kissing when we were sixteen, and he was seventeen, and both agreed it was like kissing our sibling. We just stayed good friends.

I'd tried sports during junior high, and running was one of my favorites. So I ran cross country, did track, and played basketball. Oh and Hockey that was fun especially getting into it with other teams. Yeah I was in that penalty box quite a bit, but it was fun! I'd be yelling and urging my teammates on even in there, and hitting my stick up against the metal.

After graduating from high school I went into the family bounty hunting business. I had no desire to go on for further schooling. I hated school the way it was. I'm twenty-one now and living life on the edge. There are some bounties that are totally boring, but then you have those that are hold onto your hat, and batten down the hatches thrills non stop. Now those are the ones I love. My sister Artemis and I make a great team. If Aite joins us it gets even better. Mom and dad have let us girls finally branch out going on our own sometimes, but we usually stick together to go after them. Now the Hart boys have joined us and it's going to be an awesome ride showing them the ropes!

Zevran and Zane Silverling are rival bounty hunters. Over the years we have butted heads with them quite a few times. It was always the thrill of the hunt to try and beat them to a high profile bounty. Definitely a rivalry. Though a few times we have had one another's backs! Zane and I are the same age and were the same graduating class at Big Sky High School.