Atlas

Do you have any idea the pressure that lies on your shoulders when you grow up the son of a God? No? Be thankful. It seems to be all I was bred for. Let me stop whining and introduce myself. My name is Atlas, I am the son of the almighty Uranus and the beautiful Gaia. Quite the lineage, ey? I know, I know.. why would I have need to complain, right? It's just that when mom and dad want you to go into the family business and you have all these expectations, it becomes a chore, so to speak. At the age of 25, I have 3 years to sow my oats and find my "til the end of time" love. Simple, huh? Not so much. When you have been raised watching humanity, you become jaded. Are they out there? Will I find them? Can you help me? You (M/F) are the one that Atlas was destined to find. However, just because it was written in the stars, doesn't mean that it will come to fruition. While he is a beautiful being, he is also spoiled, opinionated and when he says he is to sow his oats? You can best believe that is what it on his mind. Can you capture his attention and win his affections and more importantly his loyalty? Are you the one who can handle the responsibility of what comes with being betrothed to a God if you should make it that far? In the famous words of Hunger Games - "May the odds be ever in your favor" P.S. I reserve the right to be GodMa to any and all babies. *winks*