Novel & Cerita What Does Percy Jackson Look Like In The Books

Joy’s POV It was after a good twenty five days that I finally saw him and I couldn’t believe what my eyes saw ! My books slipped past my fingers and went crashing down on the floor when I looked at the sight before me open mouthed. If it were not for the sweet, fruity scent, I would never have recognized the black haired, geeky looking guy with huge ass glasses and a body as frail as a 10 year old’s holding a huge ass pile of books. He had cut his beautiful blonde locks ridiculously short and dyed them to the darkest shade of back possible. He wore a worn out, black hoodie with plain black jeans and sneakers.

Despite his handsome appearance, his eyes held a certain anger and emptiness that made Athena frown. Athena had never seen such an unpleasant expression on someone's face. He was tall and looked older than her, with dark silky hair that fell over his forehead. But it was his eyes that intrigued her the most. They were a piercing green, filled with anger and emptiness that the young girl couldn't quite comprehend. His eyes made Athena furrow her brows, and she couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

Way to throw me under the bus in an instant. The boy looked up, giving me a clear view of his face. Flawless skin, way to flawless for his own good with pale skin. His hairs were jet black and a pair of round glasses sat over his nose. If I didn't know better, I would say Harry Potter had come to life. All in all, he was an absolute nerd. He stared at Alex's outstretched hand in terror before turning his gaze to me and locked there. 'Her... her eyes... they a-are-'

Percy took a deep sigh and said it casually and started moving towards the door again but before he could even turn, Edmund stopped him. “What is it?” Edmund got up from his seat and looked at him with demanding eyes. “I thought you were busy” Percy blinked his eyes innocently. “Stop with your act and spill it” Edmund glared at Percy and Percy gulped down his saliva in nervousness. “Hmm. One of my spies…” Percy began to speak but suddenly the door of Edmund’s study opened for the second time and a beautiful black haired girl entered the room without knocking. She was young, she looked like a teenager and she had the most beautiful and sparkling dark grey eyes.

She grabbed it and languidly lifted it up. It was a picture of Hades. He was truly a Greek god with a clean cut and precise features, a well-built body, and inexpressive emerald eyes. This man was dangerously gorgeous. This was the kind of face that every woman would dream of but inexplicably perilous to fall for.

I didn't understand what the kids meant when they'd told me about him, but as I stared at his icy blue eyes, it suddenly made sense. They were icy blue chips that radiated an aura of power I'd never seen before. Black ink swirled around his body and I could tell thanks to the black hue peeking out from the collar of his shirt and the sleeves of his suit jacket. A lip ring grazed the corner of his lips and I wondered just how it would feel to run my tongue against it. He was the human reincarnation of a Greek God, and despite looking so mean, I found myself being drawn to him.

Percy is seated on the floor beside the shelves, reading something on his tablet. His hair is packed up into a bun, and he’s dressed like he’s walking a runway. That’s just the Percy look if I’m being honest. I had a girl dump me because someone said Percy was interested in dating... he wasn’t. Even I could tell that rumor was fake but she didn’t want him to know she was associated with me, in case it was true.

His navy green suit matching his mossy green eyes, his semi-automatic machine gun by his side. Elika’s eyes scanned the room once more, her eyes landing on her other brothers, Jake and Percy. They stood along the back of the room, Jake standing at a towering 6 foot 7 while Percy was a mere 5 foot 11. Jake was the tallest of all her brothers, his shoulder length brown hair all but covering his deep black eyes. His bulky mass noticeable under his blue/black suit, barely able to conceal the weapon tucked into his waistband. While Percy was taller than Elika, he was the shortest of the brothers, his blood-red suit baggy and uncomplimentary. His sleek black hair in waves down his back, his hazel

His heavily muscled arms were bare as if it were summer not deep in winter in England. A black tank covered his torso, so tight it looked painted on revealing a tightly sculpted stomach and stomach, his long thick legs were wrapped in tight combat pants, and his large feet were in equally black boots. It seemed Hercules was a lover of black, the only part of him not black was his skin which was a rich golden hue, and his eyes were a brilliant amber color with flecks of gold that flashed as he watched them approach.

I could not believe it; it was written all over my face. Yes, it was definitely Percival. But this version of him felt more like the one from my dreams—only larger now. His eyes had a tougher look, as if he had been through a ton of experiences. His face no longer held that youthful vibe. Instead, he appeared ruggedly handsome. His hair was short all around, except the top, which was a bit longer than the sides. He wore a black t-shirt, similar to many guys I knew, and I could see his muscles straining against the fabric. Tattoos covered his forearms and biceps, and I guessed they wrapped around his shoulders, too.