Perseus has a long and complicated story. He is one of the many human sons of Zeus, but he and is mother were cast out to sea by his grandfather, who according to prophecy would be killed by his grandson. They end up on the island of Seriphos, ruled by King Polydectes, and Perseus grew up there. Now, Polydectes wanted to marry Perseus's mom against her will, but couldn't do that with an overprotective, now-adult Perseus in the way. So he pretended to be offended by Perseus and challenged him to fetch the head of the snake-haired gorgon Medusa. Perseus agreed and set out on his quest. Early in his journey, he met Hermes and Athena, who offer to help him because he's the son of Zeus. He receives a pair of winged sandals, the sickle of Cronos, and a reflective shield so that he won't be turned to stone by Medusa's gaze. He then seeks out the Nymphs of the North, who give him the Cap of Darkness (basically an invisibility cloak) and tell him where to find the gorgons' lair. Perseus arrives and finds all of the gorgons sleeping. Using the invisibility cloak and looking through the shield's reflection, he sneaks in and cuts off Medusa's head with the sickle of Cronos. The other gorgons wake up and attack him, but he escapes with the winged sandals. On the way back to Seriphos, he finds a hot girl tied to a rock to be sacrificed to a sea monster. He uses Medusa's head to turn the monster to stone, and basically scoops up the chick and takes her with him. They make one more stop before Seriphos, because Perseus was itchin' to show off his athletic prowess to his new woman by competing in a sports tournament. But a stray discus of his flies into the crowd and kills an old man (spoiler alert: it was his grandfather. Prophecy fulfilled, weeee). FINALLY they get back to Seriphos, where Perseus learns that it was all an attempt on his life by Polydectes. In a fit of rage, he whips out the Medusa head and turns Polydectes to stone. He and his lady then proceeded to have lots of babies that are vaguely important in Greek mythology.
Hair? I don't really have much to say about my hair. It's fluffy, and annoyingly voluminous. I really don't do anything with it. It sits there atop my head, largely untouched by the hands of mortals. I cut it sometimes??? I dunno man, it's not the world's most interesting hair. It literally does nothing I tell it to. I can't comb it. I can't make it hold. If I end up with a cowlick, too bad; it's not going away. It can only be altered with scissors, and yet it always seems to grow back to the same thing, no matter how I get it cut. There are no amusing anecdotes involving my hair. I'm sorry.
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