poseidon [d1] [cbd2] ~ fin

I still remember the rags.

Sitting dead beneath society's boot, only thing I was ever good at was swimming and charming and little did I know only one of those would actually get me somewhere that wasn't face down in a ditch somewhere. Making friends isn't have when you have a silver tongue and a face that's seen it's fair share of good days. Perhaps that's why it was easy bond with Zeus and Hades when we were younger and even easier to run what we run to this day.

It started as little dares and games, to see who has the best sleight of hand and fastest reflexes, "I bet you can't pick that man's pocket without being caught." And once we got fast enough we realized we could take anything, hell we could even teach other people how to.

Now, with an empire of stolen goods, I find the highest bigger and make off with their cash; rags quickly became a distant memory.