Perseus Jackson. Died age 23. Hometown New York.
5 years earlier...
Percy nervously clutched the small black box behind his back. He had questioned if this was too early, but Halfbloods didn't live too long so it was now or never.
He knocked on his bedroom door and stepped in and there they were, Annabeth and the son of Demeter who cuts their lawn sitting naked doing naughty stuff. At first Percy didn't move a muscle, then suddenly exploded into a massive rage.
"What the FUCK ARE YOU DOING!" Percy bellowed.
"P-Percy," Annabeth managed "we were just talking and we just carried away, I'm sorry,"
"SORRY DOESN'T CUT IT!" Percy yelled tears streaming down his face.
Then Samuel the gardener stepped forward "you don't deserve her!"
Percy gave a terrifying glare, "and what have you done except cut grass, BITCH, Annabeth has been my life, I've never cheated, or lied. Always tried to make her happy and never argued unless it really matters," Annabeth suddenly was very interested in her feet, tears now waterfalling of her face.
"Now look how she treated me," Percy said with a touch of anger, but mostly tears.
Samuel was getting annoyed and wanted to get back to sex "well if you don't want her could you please vacate the area, we were busy."
"This is my house dick, you get out," Percy growled.
Samuels miniscule fist bumped of Percy's chin who returned the punch into Sam's jaw.
As Samuel fell Percy's knee crunched his nose into Sam's face sending him the other direction, where he met a fist that slammed into his eye socket and broke his neck.
Samuel's limp body crashed into the bedside table, eyes blank and bloody.
"Percy! Oh my god did you, KILL HIM!" Sounding absolutely terrified.
He through the little black box onto the bed grabbed his coat and wallet and stormed out into the snow.