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    wolfHhowling
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    Post  wolfHhowling on Sun Dec 31, 2017 8:43 pm

    Sanction 48 Howl Permit is in effect
    allowing the following: Players in Howl Pictures Presents " Gods" or Hppg, as it may be referred to, are allowed to play Gods. Going against the Race bio sheet for " Gods" in direct ordnance that only Moderation can play them, further more, guidelines for the race GODS, and the race DEMIGODs, presented in the information below is only in effect for THIS rp. Failure to comply to this Guide lines results in removal of the unlawful party. Humans do not fall under this Sanction 48 howl Permit, and thus will be followed according to the Race's bios.

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    Earth has all ways have gods, they have mingled with humans, and some times even young full blood gods need direction. A god or demigod, comes into there powers and there pit falls, in there 13th year.

     So the gods all devised a School yes boarding school, that also doesn't let out for summer, for all these adolescent hormone riddled teens.

    Called  the asylum by some, called the " never ending camp " by others, it is really called

    Hades's Plutonian shore Academy and boarding school for the overly gifted.
    Here at Hades's Plutonian Shore Academy, also known as HPSA, the school motto is " give him hell "  and the foot ball team is known as the " Dante's inferno's" yes we do have a sense of humor.
    Rules for the 500 acher school grounds are the fallowing.

    1, do not go swimming after dark in the lake.
    2. Lights out is not mandatory. Its really a mild suggestion.
    3, after curfew, if your caught out of your dorm you better be up to no good.
    4. Don't remind Hades he's stuck with you. You don't want to be expelled, you go straight to the pit of tartarus till your 110.
    5. Feeding the three headed dog after midnight, is a no no.
    6. All dorms, this includes, tents, shacks, cottages, odd buildings, and even towers, must be clean and tidy, unless its the barn.
    7. The school consists of a Castle, don't make a hogwarts reference, thats punishable by death.
    8 your imortal you can't die, but yes it hurts like hell.
    9. Simply don't piss off hades and you don't burn
    10. THe academy is required to take all walks of life, but not required to put up with your shortcomings, rise above or learn how to survive in the pit of tartarus your choice.


    Fill out this.... and your off to have fun I would assume, please keep the relationship ratios even. Those Characters that you want relationships for, you need to go to the page title " the who's who of Okcupid" page located here, and get your guy or gall paired up. Remember no claiming, and no signing up characters for other peoples characters with out permission to do so first.


    Name:
    Godly power:
    Gender:
    Race:
    Age:
    Personality:
    Description
    other:
    :

    How to fill out

    Name: this shouldn't be hard, you can make up last names
    Godly power: What yoru godly thingy can do
    Gender: MALE OR FEMALE
    Race: God or demigod
    Age: ThE AGE
    Personality: gee how your character is
    Description DO NOT USE ANY REAL PERSONS IMAGES
    other: any little tidbit you'd like to add.


    For anyone asking Min. Characters is 2. Max. Characters is infinity and beyond.


    Last edited by wolfHhowling on Wed Jan 03, 2018 8:20 pm; edited 1 time in total


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    just subtract an hour for dark soul XD

    and now you know

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    Post  Silent Reaper on Mon Jan 01, 2018 9:06 pm

    Name: Jack Twist (Nickname: Twist. He doesn't like going by Jack)
    Godly power: Altering reality and warping surroundings to his will. He can also summon lesser beings to do his bidding
    Gender: Male
    Race: God
    Age: No one really knows, although his dapper, British Victorian style he stubbornly dresses in says he was probably born around then, or at least influenced by it.
    Personality: A bit snarky and sarcastic, but there is darkness and pain behind his eyes that he does not share. he typically keeps to himself a bit more, and is very, very secretive.
    Description:
    other: Bob's his Uncle through marriage, twice removed, on his mother's side. Or so he claims.

    Name: Locust
    Godly power: Disease and decay
    Gender: Male
    Race: God
    Age: Unknown. He is ancient. He existed long before the Egyptians, although only recently was awaken from the ancient tomb he was sealed and trapped in. He still doesn't quite grasp modern day yet
    Personality: Curious, but a bit quiet and serious. He sees the world as against him still, and only enrolled himself here to try and learn to adapt better with the current times.
    Description:
    other: He was thought as dead for thousands of years, and now is only wanting to try and find his brother and make him proud.

    Name: Tsuki Dare
    Godly power: Inducing sleep, making people hypnotized by moonlight (lucidity), and temporarily causing others to change form during the night
    Gender: Female
    Race: Demigod
    Age: 16
    Personality: Shy, but nice enough once you get to know her.
    Description:
    other: Actually only recently learned of who her mother (a Goddess of the Night) was, as she was considered an orphan and adopted by a family that was not her birth family.

    Name: King (last name unknown)
    Godly power: Turning things to ash, causing others to feel mourning and anguish, weather change, natural disaster
    Gender: Male
    Race: Demigod
    Age: 20
    Personality: Morose, depressed, cannot seem to find any motivation to do anything to his full potential
    Description:
    other: No one can seem to figure out his lineage. He was found half starved five years ago in the dead of winter and brought there. He has recovered physically, but no one knows if he has mentally or not


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    Save our last goodbye
    Embedded in my mind, your face will never leave me
    Save our last goodbye
    It's killing me that I will never get to hear your laughter anymore

    -Disturbed, Save Our Last Goodbye
    In memory of one of my best friends
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    ᶦ. Aphrodite ᶦᶦ. goddess of love, beauty & desire ᶦᶦᶦ. consort of Ares & wife of Hephaestus ᶦᵛ. pansexual & polygamous ᵛ.  daughter of Ouranos ᵛᶦ. Eros, Phobos, Deimos + many more ᵛᶦᶦ. notorious flirt & hopeless romantic


    ˢ ᵗ ʳ ᵉ ⁿ ᵍ ᵗ ʰ ˢ
    °  Her philosophy has always been to live each day as if it were her last, and if you live fast you'll die pretty. She is always in go mode, ready to take on the next challenge and see how far she can push her luck.
    ° She's always on the move, whether it be to keep things interesting or stay ahead of the law or a jilted lover. If one is tolerant of the wild and reckless, they would enjoy the ride of their life with her, as she is always on the lookout for something new and exciting.
    °  To call her a shameless flirt is an understatement. Teasing and turning almost everything into an innuendo seems to come second nature, and has become her way of skirting around conversations she would rather not have.  

    ʷ ᵉ ᵃ ᵏ ⁿ ᵉ ˢ ˢ ᵉ ˢ
    ° Her longer-term partners were treasures, but they've hurt her in the end, and she's at a point where it seems to be easier do the hurting rather than wait around for them to leave. If no one gets close and the strings remain unattached, then everyone has a good time and no one goes home alone or upset.
    ° She gets that nothing's permanent, that she's just about a cheat fling but there's a hopeless romantic sap behind her smile, and it takes the right guy of get to get it out.
    ° It sounds strange, but oral fixation is kind of a thing for her. She's chewing on straws or pen caps without thinking or idling, her nails only spared the torture because she has to pay to keep them perfect and she's not willing to ruin a good manicure.

    ᵈ ʳ ᵉ ᵃ ᵐ ˢ
    ° That maybe the spot beside her in bed won't be cold in the morning.
    ° That Hephaestus will for once notice her, pay as much attention to her as he does to his projects.

    ᶠ ᵉ ᵃ ʳ ˢ
    ° Being unloved, being alone.
    ° Being a terrible mother.

    ᵖ ʳ ᵉ ᶠ ᵉ ʳ ʳ ᵉ ᵈ  ʷ ᵉ ᵃ ᵖ ᵒ ⁿ
    ° Aphrodite's girdle
    ° dagger on a thigh holster for when things go bad

    ᵍ ᵒ ᵈ ˡ ʸ  ᵃ ᵇ ᶦ ˡ ᶦ ᵗ ᶦ ᵉ ˢ
    ° Amokinesis, Aphrodite has the talent in being the best matchmaker around. She have nearly divine control over the authority of love and the emotions often corresponding with it, such as desire and obsession. She can make warring people feel happy around one another; she can influence the crush on one demigod to another; create situations where one may attempt to draw the attention of another. There is a darker side of it. She can flip the emotion of love on its head by tainting a person with obsession – and they can help influence her target what to be obsessed over.
    ° Glamor, this is one of the most underappreciated powers of the Aphrodite is the ability to change her appearance. Beauty is an element she has full control over when it comes to tweaking little perfections on themselves. This form of glamor is the physical ability to change how she can appear. She can decide to lengthen or shorten her hair, manipulate it to be any color she wishes, change the colors of her eyes, shape of her nose, add fullness to her lips, even change the tone of her skin. She can look like someone else in an instant. Aphrodite who focus and hone her powers long enough are able to glamor themselves into another creature.
    ° Catoptromancy, also known as 'mirror vision', she can spy on distant places or people by way of mirrors or other reflective surfaces. This is an excellent way for demigods to retrieve information by using mirrors to gain access to the information pertinent to them. She can whisper into the mirror what they wish to see and watch as the images of the world seemingly come to life. To take the ability further, though it takes time and practice and an abundance of energy and patience,  Aphrodite can reach into the reflected surface and pluck an item and bring it back to her side of the mirror.

    ʳ ᵉ ˡ ᵃ ᵗ ᶦ ᵒ ⁿ ˢ ʰ ᶦ ᵖ  ᵗ ʳ ᵃ ᶜ ᵏ ᵉ ʳ
    ° Ares ~ consort ~ "Shh, you know I never kiss and tell"
    ° Eros ~ son ~ "My winged imp, oh but how I love him~"
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    ᶦ. Artemis ᶦᶦ. goddess of the hunt, wilderness & the moon ᶦᶦᶦ. sworn maiden ᶦᵛ. heterosexual & aromantic ᵛ. daughter of Leto & Zeus ᵛᶦ. n/ ᵛᶦᶦ. huntress & protector of woman / children

    ˢ ᵗ ʳ ᵉ ⁿ ᵍ ᵗ ʰ ˢ
    ° Artemis is as independent as they come. She does what she wants, whenever she wants and is rarely is the type to ask for permission, or help even if she needs it. She is very headstrong and rarely asks anyone for favors because she strives to make a living for herself, but that doesn't mean she doesn't allow the help of others as she is not extremely selfish.
    °  Despite circumstance, she believes in being chaste and hasn't had much interest in romance, part of her scared off of the temptations of love and lust and what that man did to her.
    ° She's a hunter in her free time, very observant of the world around her. She is the type who sees a lot of things, hears a lot of things, but never acts on it unless it directly effects her or anyone that she cares about.

    ʷ ᵉ ᵃ ᵏ ⁿ ᵉ ˢ ˢ ᵉ ˢ
    ° There is one thing that she cannot stop. Someone telling her what she can and cannot do. Those buttons that say do not press will be pushed, because screw the rules.
    °  She loiters around signs that say do not loiter, petty though it is. Laurel is an athlete, she is competitive and she will punch a sore loser or anyone who says she hits like a girl.
    °  She stomps her feet and throws things when she gets really upset. Her aim seems better whenever she's in a mood, so if you see her brow scrunching and death glare-- run before her shoes collide with your face If she hits like a girl? Then girls hit dam hard.

    ᵈ ʳ ᵉ ᵃ ᵐ ˢ
    ° Gender equality.
    ° Kicking Zeus in the dick for sleeping with her retinue.

    ᶠ ᵉ ᵃ ʳ ˢ
    ° Afraid of commitment.
    ° Losing her brother.

    ᵖ ʳ ᵉ ᶠ ᵉ ʳ ʳ ᵉ ᵈ  ʷ ᵉ ᵃ ᵖ ᵒ ⁿ
    ° bow & arrow
    ° hunting knives

    ᵍ ᵒ ᵈ ˡ ʸ  ᵃ ᵇ ᶦ ˡ ᶦ ᵗ ᶦ ᵉ ˢ
    ° Lunakinesis, along with perfect night vision, the she is blessed with a strength as the moon rises. One should expect her night vision is exceptional. Nothing can hide from her demigods in the dark--as they are as bright as their her domain. Her body usually cast a silvery glow like a spirit, used to her advantage to instill waves of calm onto her opponent before striking. She are able to manipulate moonlight, however only during the night; she cannot create the light only control it.
    ° Shadow Marionette, she may bring shadowy figures to life and solidify them. Some level of light is needed when using this power, and she cannot make shadows during the day. Reaching out she can steal someone else’s shadow and bring it to life, disconnecting their shadow from their physical presence and creating a solidified figure. The shadow takes on any form the goddess chooses but will remain featureless and solidly black--which is ominous and frightening enough. It is the perfect way to create a small army of shadowy figures, which they can create up to half a dozen.
    ° Hunter's Eye, the hunter is gifted a natural knowledge about how to hunt and the best ways to hunt. This allows them to have precise aim, track people and creatures easily and have a gifted skill on how to kill and immobilize by knowing their individual weaknesses. This allows these hunters to find both people and animals, and finds that discover a person or animal's weakness by simply looking at them. Their natural instinct is to hunt but they can compel themselves to hunt a particular target while sparing others. This gift effects aim as well, allowing any sort of natural projectile (gun, ball, spear, archery) to him it's target and almost never miss.The ability is reflexive, and activates every time these hunters aim.

    ʳ ᵉ ˡ ᵃ ᵗ ᶦ ᵒ ⁿ ˢ ʰ ᶦ ᵖ  ᵗ ʳ ᵃ ᶜ ᵏ ᵉ ʳ
    ° Apollo ~ twin brother ~ "Hurt him and I'll fᴜck you up."
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    ᶦ. Eros  ᶦᶦ. god of desire, love & sexuality ᶦᶦᶦ. sixteen ᶦᵛ. pansexual ᵛ. son of Aphrodite & Ares ᵛᶦ. n/ ᵛᶦᶦ. student

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    ° The driving force behind Eros is love. It was love that carried him to heavens and love that kept him there. There's nothing he wouldn't do for the person he loves.
    ° He likes to wear big fluffy socks and spend his free evenings cuddling up with his cats and watching terrible sit-cons or chic flicks. Lifetime is his absolute favorite channel, though if you ask he'd dodge his answers.
    ° His heart is easy to gain access to; he's a softer creature, sheltered from his time in the skies and unaware of the cruelty of the world. A gentle hand would go a longer way than harsher one.

    ʷ ᵉ ᵃ ᵏ ⁿ ᵉ ˢ ˢ ᵉ ˢ
    ° Eros is a stress baker, whenever he gets nervous or emotional his kitchen will reek of baked goods for days to come.
    ° He learned when to smile, to pout, to nod, to bow, to touch, to move away, to whisper, to laugh. He learned how to draw people towards him like a moth to a flame. He also learned that he is only as good as body is, a twisted nature from growing up with his mother, Eros was led to believe he receive love if he gives himself to others.
    ° He has a bad habit of taking his clothes off, being unaware of said nudity and then later turning red as he realizes that he is only in his underwear, god knows what happened to his clothes. Stripping is a nervous tick of his

    ᵈ ʳ ᵉ ᵃ ᵐ ˢ
    ° Eros dreams of being good enough.
    ° Longs to be more than his mother's henchman.

    ᶠ ᵉ ᵃ ʳ ˢ
    ° That he's unattractive.
    ° Falling in love.

    ᵖ ʳ ᵉ ᶠ ᵉ ʳ ʳ ᵉ ᵈ  ʷ ᵉ ᵃ ᵖ ᵒ ⁿ
    ° bow & arrow
    ° a broadsword

    ᵍ ᵒ ᵈ ˡ ʸ  ᵃ ᵇ ᶦ ˡ ᶦ ᵗ ᶦ ᵉ ˢ
    ° Cupid's Wings, he was born with the blessing of wings. Being able to fly grants them not being able to be tied to the ground. They are given the freedom of having the air above with the skies as their limit. The full height of the wings is between five to seven feet across the wingspan, and retaining the solid color of white. Wings are capable of lifting the human body and doubling the amount of weight the demigod can carry, in the event they must take someone else with them.
    ° Love Me or Hate Me, he is able to cast a charm upon their arrows. Pink tipped arrows bring forth feelings of impossible, irreversible love into anyone they prick, forcing them to fall for the next being that falls within their orientation. The red tipped arrows are arrows of hate and draw forth the worst in a person. He can send enemies into a frenzy in heavy doses or more commonly, just make them loathe the next person they lay eyes on. The other cure is using one of the opposite arrows on them: an arrow of hate neutralizes a arrow of love, and vise versa.
    ° Psionic Tangibility, these demigods are taking the ability to manipulate energy a entirely different way. Rather than causing physical damage attacks with this hurt the mind. The children of Cupid are capable of manifesting their own emotions into tangible shapes that can mold at will. Just by grasping at their own feelings or love or hate, they can will it into whatever shape they desire. When their quivers are empty, all they must do is focus and mold their emotions into a endless supply. If they are caught off guard, surprise and anger can easily be shifted into a sword. These attacks are rather painful, causing headaches, like their heads are splitting open, though it depends on the severity and how much emotion was crammed into it.

    ʳ ᵉ ˡ ᵃ ᵗ ᶦ ᵒ ⁿ ˢ ʰ ᶦ ᵖ  ᵗ ʳ ᵃ ᶜ ᵏ ᵉ ʳ
    ° Ares ~ father ~ "I've never met him, sorry"
    ° Aphrodite ~ mother~ "She's my mother, of course I love her.. mostly."
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    ᶦ. Maeve Bryne ᶦᶦ. demigod ᶦᶦᶦ. nineteen ᶦᵛ. demisexual ᵛ. daughter of nike ᵛᶦ. n/ ᵛᶦᶦ. student

    ˢ ᵗ ʳ ᵉ ⁿ ᵍ ᵗ ʰ ˢ
    ° Demure and sweet, she's the very reason that people claim to be wary of the beautiful
    ° She can be your diary, your shoulder to cry on and your best friend all in one,
    ° This is still part the little girl who ate Poki wearing sundresses in the park, the teen who made homemade candies on White Day, blushing as pink as sakura as she offered the neatly wrapped packages to her crush.

    ʷ ᵉ ᵃ ᵏ ⁿ ᵉ ˢ ˢ ᵉ ˢ
    ° She is terribly shy, a subtle recluse who finds difficulty interacting with others.
    ° Suffers social anxiety.
    ° Terrible asthma

    ᵈ ʳ ᵉ ᵃ ᵐ ˢ
    ° Winning the Olympics.
    ° One day overcoming her anxiety issues

    ᶠ ᵉ ᵃ ʳ ˢ
    ° Terrified of spiders.
    ° Losing.

    ᵖ ʳ ᵉ ᶠ ᵉ ʳ ʳ ᵉ ᵈ  ʷ ᵉ ᵃ ᵖ ᵒ ⁿ
    ° a short and short sword set
    ° sometimes wields a staff

    ᵍ ᵒ ᵈ ˡ ʸ  ᵃ ᵇ ᶦ ˡ ᶦ ᵗ ᶦ ᵉ ˢ
    ° Enhanced Charisma, all children of Nike have unnaturally high charisma, or charm, enabling them to gain the trust and loyalty of others and win others over to their cause. They have this magnectic quality to them, and it's innate power makes it difficult to mistrust these demigods. They are quite charming and usually have little trouble getting others to tag along to contests or competitions with them.
    ° Efficiency Control, one of the side effects of being a child of victory is that they hate losing. They can manipulate the efficiency of anything and everything, from making a shoe more durable to increasing the drive of a construction worker to finish the building. This could be used to decrease the efficiency of another team or opponent, therefore ensure the success of the Nike demigod.
    ° Kinetic Energy Projection, erupting from their hands are bursts of golden-white light. The energy can be molded by the demigod to take on any shape. The energy can be expanded to become a bright wall of blinding light, or made into smaller blasts of energy holding enough power to send a large group of people flying off their feet in every direction. Blasts to the ground can cause earth-trembling explosions, and harness enough fire power to level a small building. It is an effective way of transporting one’s self, blasting energy toward the ground to send them up in the air if they are too exhausted to fly or they need to get high enough on top of a structure.

    ʳ ᵉ ˡ ᵃ ᵗ ᶦ ᵒ ⁿ ˢ ʰ ᶦ ᵖ  ᵗ ʳ ᵃ ᶜ ᵏ ᵉ ʳ
    ° Nike ~ mother ~ "She is a helicopter mom, but I love her."
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    ᶦ. Theseus Hale ᶦᶦ. demigod ᶦᶦᶦ. sixteen ᶦᵛ. bisexual ᵛ. son of Poseidon ᵛᶦ. n/ ᵛᶦᶦ. student

    ˢ ᵗ ʳ ᵉ ⁿ ᵍ ᵗ ʰ ˢ
     ° getting on people's nerves
    ° confidence
    ° genus level intelligence hidden behind a cocky smile

    ʷ ᵉ ᵃ ᵏ ⁿ ᵉ ˢ ˢ ᵉ ˢ
    ° slight trouble with past addiction
    ° thought of as obnoxious
    ° underestimated (just how he likes it)

    ᵈ ʳ ᵉ ᵃ ᵐ ˢ
    ° getting married for love
    ° earning poseidon's pride

    ᶠ ᵉ ᵃ ʳ ˢ
    ° getting lost
    ° that he is losing his mind

    ᵖ ʳ ᵉ ᶠ ᵉ ʳ ʳ ᵉ ᵈ  ʷ ᵉ ᵃ ᵖ ᵒ ⁿ
    ° a long celestial bronze sword with ariadne's string on the hilt
    ° carries a ball of string everywhere, makes it into a net, bindings, misc.

    ᵍ ᵒ ᵈ ˡ ʸ  ᵃ ᵇ ᶦ ˡ ᶦ ᵗ ᶦ ᵉ ˢ
    ° Vibrokinesis, Theseus can generate vibrations, or shockwaves, which can travel though virtually any medium, most powerfully the earth. The ability can be used to generate, manipulate and destroy tremors and vibrations. These can be produced from the hands, or released in the form of claps, stomps and fields. The ability can be used to throw others backwards, or to disorientate and upset balance. These vibrations can also cause earthquakes. It can also be used to disintegrate objects if the tremors are fixated within that object, and to produce a soundless scream whose effects are similar to a sonic scream.
    ° Hydrokinesis, a demigod may control any water present. This is not in any way the ability to generate water out of nothing, it must be present. Fortunately, demigods can detect the presence of water no matter how small an increment it is. A single droplet of water can be expanded enough to form something that could be destructive as a large body of water. Demigods can bend the liquid at their will including solidifying it, though they cannot freeze or turn the water into ice. They can create floods in a blink of an eye by raising the water to dangerous levels and take it away just as fast.
    ° Water Healing, water is a purifier and Poseidon's children wield it just as Apollo's children wield light. A demigod who is exhausted after a tireless battle can step into the water and absorb its healing energy. They will feel stronger and can move faster in the water then they can on land. any injuries they sustained can be healed by the liquid. They can lend the healing power of water to another by physical touch, helping to close up wounds and renew their own bodily strength though non-Poseidon children do not gain any other benefit than its healing properties

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    ° Poseidon ~ daddy ~ "I'm his favorite mistake."
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    ᶦ. Chase Holland ᶦᶦ. demigod ᶦᶦᶦ. fifteen ᶦᵛ. heterosexual ᵛ. son of Apollo ᵛᶦ. n/ ᵛᶦᶦ. student

    ˢ ᵗ ʳ ᵉ ⁿ ᵍ ᵗ ʰ ˢ
    ° easy-going, difficult to get under his skin
    ° has a great sense of style, eye for fashion
    ° confident on the outside

    ʷ ᵉ ᵃ ᵏ ⁿ ᵉ ˢ ˢ ᵉ ˢ
    ° cynophobic - fear of canines
    ° disloyal to himself
    ° suffers from night terrors

    ᵈ ʳ ᵉ ᵃ ᵐ ˢ
    ° a basinet in the corner of his bedroom
    ° a life where he isn't haunted every day

    ᶠ ᵉ ᵃ ʳ ˢ
    ° what he is becoming
    ° the day he faces justice for his actions

    ᵖ ʳ ᵉ ᶠ ᵉ ʳ ʳ ᵉ ᵈ  ʷ ᵉ ᵃ ᵖ ᵒ ⁿ
    ° a staff made out of ancient will bark and iron with a white quartz at the end
    ° two poisoned bronze daggers he keeps near always, one poisoned to delay bleeding and the other to quicken it

    ᵍ ᵒ ᵈ ˡ ʸ  ᵃ ᵇ ᶦ ˡ ᶦ ᵗ ᶦ ᵉ ˢ
    ° Warm Bodied, these demigods are born of the sun god, so having a warmer body temperature is to be expected. Unlike other demigods, or other people for that matter, their bodies generate a comfortable warmth that can be felt when placing your hand on their skin, and feel the heat radiating. The heat is not blazing, nor is it too hot to touch, but the kind of heat that is both comforting and gentle to be near. Being warmer than everyone else comes with its advantages such as being able to handle cold weather.
    ° Vitakinesis, these demigods are natural healers, able to lend their healing powers onto others in order to comfort them and take away pain, heal any number of injuries, and even ease a person’s illness such as a cold or flu by lessening the symptoms and aiding them in getting well quicker. All healing is done by physical touch and softly singing the healing phrase taught to them by their father. As they are demigods and not that of divinity, their healing ways have limitations. Depending on the severity of the wound it might take several attempts and sessions in order for the wounds to completely heal, but there is always the possibility wounds can and will scare.
    ° Sing for Me, all of Apollo's children have the mischievous ability to force others to break out in song, curse them to rhyme or sing and song and force that tune to be stuck in another's mind for weeks. Apollo's children should be treated with respect; they can turn the tide of battle by forcing the enemies to suddenly feel all merry and break out in song, dancing and singing at the top of their lungs until the spell wears off. This ability is difficult to resist; it is part emotional, part mental, enough where no one is truly immune to it at full strength. The spell can last for hours, depending on the strength of the demigod and how concentrated they are, often the way to break it is to break their focus.

    ʳ ᵉ ˡ ᵃ ᵗ ᶦ ᵒ ⁿ ˢ ʰ ᶦ ᵖ  ᵗ ʳ ᵃ ᶜ ᵏ ᵉ ʳ
    ° Apollo ~ father ~ "Oh.. Apollo's my father..? I didn't know that.."
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    Oh god I have to fill this out, I got enough pathetic paper work but condemn me to a life of misery, oh wait I all ready am... lets get this over with.

    Name: Hades Plutonian ( Dah )
    Godly power:  I am the lord and master of the underworld, I have the power to bring those back from the dead, to rock loudly at any metal rock show, and the power to make you piss and shite yourself in 500 different ways. I have the power to break curses, cast curses, be your worst bloody nightmare, not to mention Death does what I ask him to do.... Not to mention I have the ability to be immune to other godly powers, why do you think they made me part of this school? to sing epitaphs?  I have the ability and great power over all things Dead. And no Zombies are a joke do you hear a joke. I can fly because gravity and air fear me. As should you.
    Gender: Lets see yep last time I checked i had the necessary equipment to be A MAN
    Race: GOD... GOD GOD GOD< FOR THE LAST TIME I AM A GOD BOW AND TREMBLE BEFORE ME.
    Age: You don't ask a girl there age, and you do not ask me either, Unless you would like to be gently roasted on a spit, as I whip you as my wife on looks, because nothing says I love you then having some idiot who asked my age whipped and roasted to death as a thinking of you gift.
    Personality: Gee, what would the sodding god of the underworld be like who also runs a school for the delinquent with powers, who also is one of the three legendary rock gods..... Ya I am going to let you stew on that a while, I have a pit that you people think of as hell ware I put people that annoy me, WHAT DO YOU THINK?
    Description:
    other: You may worship me, but don't get your stupid Pray juices on my boots I really hate that. I have a control over fire when pissed.

    Ares your turn, don't make me box your ears.

    Fine if you insist brother dear, hold me beer I got this.

    Name: Ares warhammer
    Godly power: War, raging wars, causing wars, ending wars as ironic as that, the inability to die, feel pain from battle, yes I am the original " its just a flesh wound" I can to a healthy extent regenerate body parts. Which have come in handy, the ability to start arguments petty and violence, because I was probably dropped by the ( B***ard)  of a father we three had. No we ended up with our mother's maiden names thank you. Oh yes and I am also a rock god, and the god of Sarcasm joy. Can also make or break any weapon known to man or otherwise. I can fly and fire is a family trait.
    Gender: No I am clearly a female with great tits. Yes I am male are you blind?
    Race: God, if I am not then Hades has been lying to me over the years... ass.
    Age: You do not ask a damn war god his or her age! That offense is punishable by a harsh and evil war.
    Personality: I am timid and shy little wall flower....... who causes war. I drink, I am depressed, oh and I make weapons as a hobby.
    Description:
    other: Yes I am a girls wet dream.... now if you excuse me, I am off to cause a war, DEATH! Its time to fill out your form, try not to kill anything please.

    Ok.... I will try big brother.


    Name: Death ( thanatos) Plutonian
    Godly power: Death, I touch it, it dies... sometimes, I still can't control it. I also have visions of the future, dismal visions, I was abused so I also am the god of sleep.... because me and my identical twin were so abused by our father, that, he was hurting the humans, and I couldn't.... SO I made him sleep for ever, and in dioing so cursed me with his gift as well.. Soft dreams, gentle dreams thats all I want to give anyone. I can fly.. just like my big brother ares.
    Gender: I think I am male... ya I am male.
    Race: God, so I think.. If not then what am I?
    Age: My brother said if I told anyone how old I am the'd beat me to a pulp. I think its just because there age is a touchy subject.
    Personality: I am rather depressing, I think I might be the god of depression... No one has confirmed that. I am really just a lovable guy inside, tormented, I think, I have issues lets leave it at that. I also ramble.
    Description:
    other: I have the ability over fire, and my brother's made me pose sexy they think it will get me a girl friend I don't know... Loki its your turn... I think.

    Ok mom...

    Name: Loki Norse  ( anyone makes the horse joke one more time dies)
    Godly power: Oh you know I am the god of tricks, and jokes, that sums it up.
    Gender: ah..... the guys says male... ya we'll go with that.
    Race: God
    Age: Lol like I am telling you.
    Personality: Friendly yes Very FRIENDLY
    Description
    other: a picture really is 1000 words isn't it... Now Ming dear your holding everyone up

    Sorry Mr loki.

    Name: Ming PIng
    Godly power: I am the demigod of Celestial dragons I am not sure
    Gender: GIrl
    Race: Demi god
    Age: 13
    Personality: Graceful like swan, shy, but coy and all together a respectable woman
    Description
    other: Oh dear, its ah....

    Easy child I am back from lunch, but times ticking shouldn't you be at school?

    Name: Ace Spade, also known as the God of time, or the ace of spades
    Godly power: I am the god of time, of balance, and I rule both life and death. All the gods could simply erode with my touch. If all the gods went extinct and I was left, the world would simple continue. I perish or no long view the world has any right to continue and its end will be final. Further that, I am this worlds, judge jurry and executioner, and of this world, I decide who goes to heaven or hell with nothing more then a look. I see your sins with in my gaze. I see your souls, your hearts, and thus silence fallows me ware ever i walk the earth.
    Gender: Male
    Race: God ( Angel if you include my long and horrid mythos or history as you put it)
    Age: How old is the universe again? I don't know I think I am cellibrating my 89,000th 200th bday.
    Personality: If I had a personality set in stone, the world would be on its end, Tick tock my clock and all that.
    Description: No picture can contain the glory that is I. I am tall, slender, lean, but with muscle you ladies drool on. I have dark hair, that waves just so and unkept, a red eye with all the fires of hell that burns with in it, and a blue eye with havens light. I wear mostly black and red, a cow boys hat, with a black satin ribbon tied around it, on this ribbon is a skull with two guns crossed in silver, hanging from my right ear is a cross that dangles, my shirt is as black as sin, my pants as black as midnight, and my belt buckle is that of the ace of spades surrounded by roses, I ware a leather coat, that is a fourth of a milimeater from the ground, and spurrs on my black as night cowboy boots. I ware black leather gloves, and all ways leave the ace of spades, in the piles of ash that litter the earth.
    other: I am the reason, the Ace of spades, is associated with Death, I am the alpha and the omega... and everlasting. The world turns because i breath, and you exist because I allow it. Remember that...

    God of the forge its time for you to write, for time is ticking, tick tock beware the clock.

    Yes yes, I am at it, oh master of everything. I of the forge, need time to keep the world from being consumed, though yes it wouldn't matter as you'd just rewind time and fix it, but I rather save everyone the hassle.

    Name: Hessy Volcan
    Godly power: all things forge, I can create massive fires, that burn, sear and forge anything with just my hands, I built the forge, and all my tools with just my bare hands, Yes I forge Zue's lightening bolts, taught Ares to forge his weapons, I taught the world my craft, but I will be damned if I forge anything for that she devil I am married to till we see eye to eye, and she finally gets it.
    Gender: Male
    Race:God
    Age: Don't make me feed you to the eternal flames on mount Olympus. Age is garbage. But all ways wish Ace a happy bday on new years... He gets cranky.
    Personality:
    Description
    other: YEs I can fly but its a wonder with the wholes that blasted furnace created, yes I smoke, no not tobaco and I am not a drug person, I am so cool as you punks put it, I invented the tobacoless weedless crack less, SMoke... Vaping is for pussies.

    BOYS! FRONT AND CENTER NOW... damn you boys to hell and then some.




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    If that is my destiny then death may see to my glory.


    Name: Fate Plutonian
    Godly power: I am the only one with my power, I can control, Fate to an extent, I am the one who controls quests and destiny, I am the one who is known as Honorable Death, I take the hero's on the battle field, and honor them in glory. I am the crucus who blooms, I am the Demi god Made God, because of ash. My blade is Honor, and Glory. If I slash you with Honor, you will be driven to do what is honorable, what is right, and if I slash you with the other, you will go on a quest or mission, mach into battle with Glory on your mind, for the glory for the want and need to be a hero. I can and will honor all those who fall, for I am pride of war and strife. I can not fly by wing, but that of what i summon, I am master of the white wolves, who hunt monsters which to do evil. I am Fate and Justice intertwined, Death's morality, his pride, his glory, his honor, his oath. I am Fate, should he take it.
    Gender: I am male...
    Race: Demi god, but am considered the god of Honorable death.
    Age: I care not
    Personality: I am my Fathers son, but I stand with pride on the battle Fields, Uncle Ares watch over me, as I rage in your wars, for what is needed.
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    other:I am apart of death, and he is apart of me, I am the Fate, that Death holds, for those at war.

    Brother, tis time to take an honorable stand, pride yourself, and march to glory of these fill out sheets!

    For Glory? Or for Honor? What ever the case, I guess since fate has destined me to do war with this...

    Name: Blood Plutonian
    Godly power: I am what Charion once was, but to guide the souls back. But I am the one who who guides the souls back to the world of the living, I am the god of coma's and miracles. I am blood and I am bound. I bring forth both Dreams and nightmares, both warnings and omens. I am the one who sits who watches, and if I should take a life, it is that of mercy. For I have my fathers strength, for pride and glory I care not. I am the blood, and what it demands. I inspire, those to create, to listen to there bloods desires.
    Gender: I am male, for that was my fate.
    Race: Demigod, but I am called the god of Merciful death, and Creative life.
    Age: This is something that is pointless.
    Personality: I am calm, for I am my fathers heart, and his sorrow in knowing he must end. I am passionate, for I am strong, and I hold dark secrets. I calm and gentel, as that is my nature, for I am my father and he is my blood.
    Description:
    other: I am the fate of those young and small, those tormented, and hurt, but I am the hope in soft hearts and in kind words.

    Come brother, its time to put the souls to rest.

    It seems its my turn. Weep not for I am here brother, and cry not for I stand.

    Name: Sorrow Plutonian
    Godly power: I am the the one, who restricts your heart with grief and pain, I am the one of mystery and shadow, It is me who finds the truth with in the lies, and it is me who brings forth sorrow. I am the one who takes those tender and dear, and watches over those never found in death. I am the god who watches over souls, of the lives Serial killers take. I am the one who Police adore, for I whisper, into there ears, the fates of the fair, the strong and the weak, I whisper in their ears, so that those poor souls shrouded in my arms my find peace. I am called the Patron saint of Police, and It is I who who stand, to protect, for I am my fathers wish to do so, and I am my fathers desire. So I am the one who protects, and those I take, have earned eternal sleep.
    Gender: I am male, for it was ordained to be so.
    Race: Demi god, however I am the Patron Saint of law enforment, and the god of mysteries.
    Age: Thats shrouded in my shadows.
    Personality:
    Description:
    other: I am the fate, of those who are prayed upon, I am the tender soul, who protects, the one who weeps

    Come sweet lady who brings those to death with snow and ice, who lets me watch and allows the her warmth of heart to let them rest once her icy heart has thawed.

    I do not have an icy heart, the ice cicles are because I cry, and the frost is to warn.

    Name: Lotus frost
    Godly power: I control the north wind, Ice and snow. I am the goddess of spring, I bring forth its glory its warmth so that all who passed my be found, so that all the world my begin a new, for only I may give the world back to Pheromone, and Only I may govern natures gentle ways.
    Gender: I am female
    Race: I am a gold as ordained by the eldes the high lord Ace.
    Age: I am but 13
    Personality: I can be cold yes, but I can be warm and caring, but either way, non in wrath or in warmth, shall perish cruelty, but softly and with grace.
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    other: I am some times considered a Snow yoki in japan. Giggles.


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    ᶦ.Phobos ᶦᶦ. son of Aphrodite god of fear, terror & panic ᶦᶦᶦ. immortalᶦᵛ. bisexualᵛ.  son of Aphrodite ᵛᶦ. Eros, twin of Deimos & brother of Anteros, Eros ᵛᶦᶦ. attendant of Ares & observer of battlefields


    ˢ ᵗ ʳ ᵉ ⁿ ᵍ ᵗ ʰ ˢ
    °  This is the god who moves without tremor, who laughs in the face of danger. His friendship means that you are generally just protected from his powers, or him not using his powers against you out of the fun of it.
    °  Phobos is fear and he is terror. He may act friendly to some, cold to others, yet when he is friendly it is to get close to others and lure them into a sense of security. He relishes in proving it false.
    °  Phobos does not do love, he never has. Phobos does sex but he isn't kind in it either. His is a mixture of pain and pleasure, and is not up front with this either.


    ʷ ᵉ ᵃ ᵏ ⁿ ᵉ ˢ ˢ ᵉ ˢ
    ° He is not a well loved or liked god and he does not care. He makes enemies when he uses his powers against mortals that the gods are fond of, or sometimes even the gods themselves. If you do hate him, speak his name in curses.. then he may take it as a challenge to make you really hate him, to use whatever means he can in order to cause torment. It was never his fault that you could not mustered up the courage to stand up to fear, to him.
    ° Look at him the wrong way. He fᴜcking dares you.
    ° Phobos has a single sore spot that comes in the form of kindred. His brothers, even the impy coward he loathes, and his sister are his and none else's. Touch them and you will find fear as your enemy.


    ᵈ ʳ ᵉ ᵃ ᵐ ˢ
    °  He does not see his job as work, because simply put he loves it. He works with his family and spreads his fear wherever he goes.
    ° Each and every night, his greatest hope is that come morning he will wake and follow his brothers into wars, enjoying the terror of the field.


    ᶠ ᵉ ᵃ ʳ ˢ
    ° Phobos is fear itself.
    ° He fears nothing.

    ᵖ ʳ ᵉ ᶠ ᵉ ʳ ʳ ᵉ ᵈ  ʷ ᵉ ᵃ ᵖ ᵒ ⁿ
    ° a long broadsword and matching helm, helm made to conceal all but his eyes from those he faces
    ° two hidden wrist blades on his gauntlets that allow for stealthy attacks

    ᵍ ᵒ ᵈ ˡ ʸ  ᵃ ᵇ ᶦ ˡ ᶦ ᵗ ᶦ ᵉ ˢ
    ° Phobikinesis, it is the control over fear and the manipulation of it. By a simple look in one’s eyes they, or the gentlest touch of a hand, they are able to understand what the other fears the most. Whether it be a fear of heights or drowning, of the dark or monsters under the bed, it is not hidden from the one who can see it visually like an idea brought to life in their mind. It isn’t an ability simply by knowing what one fears but about manipulating what they fear and bringing it to reality. In the beginning, the child of Phobos may not understand what they are seeing, may not even realize under distress they are causing these fears to manifest in front of the other person or forcing them to live through it. Those at the very top can inflict a manifestation of fear upon a crowd of people, inciting panic.
    ° Projectile Fear Toxin, this ability allows a child of the god of fear to eject needle-sharp quills from their body and launch them at unsuspecting people. There is discomfort for them of the needles puncturing through the skin at first, but the numbing effect will kick in once they get used to it. The needles are two to three inches in length and incredibly sharp, able to prick with the slightest touch. The tips are coated in a toxin that will render the victim overloaded with hormones such as oxytocin, norepinephrine and cortisol, hormones that infiltrate the body during stress, fear or anxiety. The quills are able to protrude anywhere on the body from the tip of the fingertips, up along the arm, from the lips, tongue, anywhere that may do harm to someone else without suspecting. Not only is it the perfect defense to keep them protected from anything attempting to penetrate, but the child of Phobos can send the needles outward in various directions to inflict painful damage on a person, including death.
    ° Fear Transmutation, the power of transmutation provides Phobos children with the ability to turn part of themselves into a fear. Some examples would be turn their legs and lower half into a spider legs, let their arms become knives, shift their hair into flames, and so on. Physical touch will confirm that this is a true shift, touch a fire and it will burn. With this power a child of Phobos may become a mixture of the fears of a group of people: their hair snakes, their eyes daemonic and their body mummified. They become a creature that incites great fear in their opponents. Once they adjust and advance, gaining experience, they will be able to sift through the fears and change things for how they want them to be.


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    ° Aphrodite ~ mother ~ "Eh."
    ° Eros ~ brother ~ "Damn chicken.. I swear, mother must of adopted him."
    ° Deimos ~ twin brother ~ "The only god I trust with my life."
    ° Harmonia ~ sister ~ "Don't even look at her. She's off limits."









    ᶦ.Alastor ᶦᶦ. god of blood, vengeance & revenge ᶦᶦᶦ. brother of Alecto, Megaera, Tisiphone  immortalᶦᵛ. bisexualᵛ. son of night ᵛᶦ. ᵛᶦᶦ. avenger of murder & fourth fury


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    °  He is not a social butterfly, so bugger off. People bore him, because they are oh so predictable, this goes worse for gods and he loathes to associate himself with either. It's so easy to push the buttons and get precisely the reactions he expects and so he doesn't see the point.
    °  Alastor is not a pleasant fellow but he is honest and he typically tends to be loyal. He's the kind of creature who would rather go to Tartarus itself than go back on his word. He is his word, his word is him.
    ° As the saying goes - come as you are. If he tells you to fᴜck off it'll be because he doesn't think you're fun to be around, not anything else.


    ʷ ᵉ ᵃ ᵏ ⁿ ᵉ ˢ ˢ ᵉ ˢ
    ° He is downright sadistic in his world and uncompromising. There is no mercy that he will grant, all must pay for the sins of their forefathers within his eyes. He is not known as a daemona god of blood feud for no reason, after all.
    ° Alastor does not play well with others. Or interact with them, more like. He actively avoids social interaction and will push himself so deep into his work that no one knows where the hell he is and gives up looking.
    ° Alastor is a fearsome adversary, it's literately who he is, he personifies vengeance and blood-feud. That means he is not forgiving, don't even bother asking.


    ᵈ ʳ ᵉ ᵃ ᵐ ˢ
    °  Dreams.. dreams. A world without murder, maybe? Ah, but then he would be without a job, hm. His dreams are of a world where the darkness is appreciated, where all accept and understanding that neither the underworld gods nor those of Olympus differ any. They simple are.
    ° A place where he is the final remaining god, with mortals to claim oaths of vengeance from and without the hassle of his pesky siblings trying to engage themselves with him.


    ᶠ ᵉ ᵃ ʳ ˢ
    ° Alastor would not call it a fear but a preference to not be kept near his sisters for long duration of time.
    ° The pounding headaches that come inevitable when he is near children.

    ᵖ ʳ ᵉ ᶠ ᵉ ʳ ʳ ᵉ ᵈ  ʷ ᵉ ᵃ ᵖ ᵒ ⁿ
    ° he covers himself in a black cloak that never cease it's eternal spill of blood and gore
    ° the blade he wields is a thin black dagger, underestimated at times, despite the poison coat that causes blood flow to increase with it's bitter touch

    ᵍ ᵒ ᵈ ˡ ʸ  ᵃ ᵇ ᶦ ˡ ᶦ ᵗ ᶦ ᵉ ˢ
    ° Crimson Weapon, a benefit of being a child born of Alastor is that so long as there is blood in their veins, they have a weapon. The blood traversing through the body is hot to the touch but upon meeting the open air and mixing with oxygen turns the blood into piping hot flames. The flames ignite in the air immediately upon spilling out of the wound. The demigod can use this power as a weapon by increasing the temperature of the flames. Once the blood leaks out and travels along the flame, the fire has the potential of igniting their entire body into a living flame. They can manipulate the flames by grasping onto it as if it had a tangible form and whip it around like a lasso or whip.
    ° Eyes of Vengeance, Alastor he presides over the murderer's family rather than the murderer him or herself. His brood are capable of a horrifying gift: with a single glare they can reduce anyone to sniveling on the floor, crying at waves of unrelenting pain. They can force someone else to experience unimaginable pain and can decide on the degree of the pain. It can be a localized pain, or a terrible full body ache. It is the mental sensation of pain. These demigods need a visual of the individual they wish to target, reaching a distance of up to fifty feet which will make it very difficult for a person to get far.
    ° Blood Bending, it's a terrifying power to be able to draw blood out of the body of another person, draining them of their very life force. The demigod with this gift will be able to sense the warmth and heat from other living things. In a sense they will almost feel a “craving” or “thirst” to call upon the blood cells of another person and force it to the surface. Drawing blood the surface can either be done by way of physical touch or having a visual of the person, which they must be within twenty feet for it to work. For the victim under the duress of this deadly gift will feel weakened depending how much blood they lose, and through enough blood loss may lose the ability to stand and focus before collapsing.


    ʳ ᵉ ˡ ᵃ ᵗ ᶦ ᵒ ⁿ ˢ ʰ ᶦ ᵖ  ᵗ ʳ ᵃ ᶜ ᵏ ᵉ ʳ
    ° Alekto ~ sister ~ "The annoying one."
    ° Megaera ~ sister ~ "The irritable one."
    ° Tisiphone ~ sister ~ "The one I cannot stand. Urg."
    ° Hades ~ lord/king ~ "sighs"
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    This took forever but I'm trying. Sighups take time okay. xp Currently working on: Fenrir (Norse wolf god), Xuánlóng (Chinese Black Dragon god / student), Dionysus (Greek god of wine & madness /  theatre instructor), The Dagda (Celtic god of wisdom & magic / librarian - history teacher ).



    ᶦ. Lady Sif ᶦᶦ. goddess of wheat, fertility and familyᶦᶦᶦ. immortalᶦᵛ. bisexual ᵛ. single ᵛᶦ. n/ ᵛᶦᶦ. home economics teacher

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    ° Rarely in distress, but never a damsel, Sif is a warrior of Asgard and well versed how how to use a blade and shield.
    ° She is a breath of life within her, as goddess of the earth, Sif is closely tied to the world around her and inquisitive to the needs of others. She's the warmth of the hearth a family settles around, the comfort of a mother's arms and the unconditional affection a child has for it's parents. Sif embodies the family and she treats everyone like they are part of hers.
    ° She is a prophetess who knows more than she can see. It is Sif who strives to help others and find solutions and peace in difficult times.

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    ° They say that you hell hath no fury like a woman scorned are right, although in Sif it takes the form of a mother bear tendency. If she catches anyone hurting those she considers her family, there will be no easy way out for them.
    ° The goddess of the earth is undeniably soft when it comes to youth. She represents the family, the mother, the father - and it is no surprise that when a child is in duress or distress, Sif will do whatever it takes to soothe them.
    ° Sif is a pacifist by nature.. yet with the heart of a warrior. She will not actively seek out a fight but if one is brought her way, she will not back down.

    ᵈ ʳ ᵉ ᵃ ᵐ ˢ
    ° The goddess dreams of a simpler life for herself, a life where only the earth and her kin are her company. That's impossible, she was born divine without a chance for normalcy.. but perhaps she might be able to pretend for awhile.
    ° Sif looks to the heavens and prays that she will not be destined to walk this earth alone for her eternity. She longs for a consort, a companion, someone by her side to make the darker days less lonely.

    ᶠ ᵉ ᵃ ʳ ˢ
    ° The death of the world.
    ° Aichmophobia - fear of sharp objects

    ᵖ ʳ ᵉ ᶠ ᵉ ʳ ʳ ᵉ ᵈ ʷ ᵉ ᵃ ᵖ ᵒ ⁿ
    ° a slender rapier with a d-guard carved to resemble wheat
    ° a bow she keeps on her back, golden as her hair with shining arrows

    ᵍ ᵒ ᵈ ˡ ʸ ᵃ ᵇ ᶦ ˡ ᶦ ᵗ ᶦ ᵉ ˢ
    ° The Prophetess, the goddess Sif is unique in the regard that she possesses prophesying abilities. This goddess can easily cast spells to predict the future, have visions of things to come and possess what they call: a inner eye. She see things. Images, scents, sometimes they hear sounds. A cloud in the sky shaped like a dog is a forewarning of death, a snake slithering in her room of betrayal. She receives these omens and warnings, whether or not they choose to share it her own choice.
    ° Golden Hair, Sif was born with remarkable gift in regards to her hair. The power of the sun is channeled through their golden mane, a light emitting from it at all times. Her hair can heal what it touches when under direct sunlight, the glow increasing when the regenerative abilities are in use. The hair cannot heal a mortal wound nor can it heal without light on it, sunlight leads to full healing while the faint moonlight results in a slower, weaker progress.
    ° Prehensile Hair, the goddess Sif brings a whole another meaning to bad hair bad. The hair becomes sort of an extra appendage for her to manipulate, to grasp and control at their will. She may not of had any control in the beginning and been constantly fighting her hair as if it has a mind of its own. It may do what Sif wants or it may do what it wants. Eventually she learned how to to exert a level of control or learn the functions of controlling the hair as if it is an extension, little fingers to curl and grip and reach out with at once. She can cause her hair to grow rapidly like vines, wrapping around arms and legs or necks of her enemies, able to lift and carry items nearly twice the her weight. Her hair grows back just as quickly if the strands are sliced.

    ʳ ᵉ ˡ ᵃ ᵗ ᶦ ᵒ ⁿ ˢ ʰ ᶦ ᵖ ᵗ ʳ ᵃ ᶜ ᵏ ᵉ ʳ
    ° Thoria ~ once companion ~ "Thoria was the only one who cared enough to make Loki fix what he had done.. and I own Thoria a dept of gratitude."
    ° Loki ~ acquaintance ~ "'Tis the man who cut off my hair for his own amusement.. we are, obviously, not close."


    ʷ ʰ ᵉ ʳ ᵉ ᵈ ᶦ ᵈ ʸ ᵒ ᵘ ᵍ ᵒ
    ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ஃ   I was born beside a Rowan tree, cradled by the earth in lieu of the mother who abandoned me there. There is no mother I can call to by name - nor a man who stepped forward as my sire. 'Tis all well, for the winds were mine only embrace as a girl, the whispers of tree the lullaby which lured my to rest. My childhood was spent near that tree, tending to the fields of wheat which grew around it. I know not why it was there that Odin chose to bring his children, perhaps the hands of fate in the work. I find myself friend to both son and daughter - for a time. I am neither lady or a high blood as they were, no soul to claimed kin and that is what kept us apart. My path is not to be in the middle of things, I am not the goddess-warrior who will go down in legend for tearing through enemy ranks nor the trickster whose illusions will become a thing of mystery for ages to come - no. It is my hand that resides within the shadows, tending to the fallen soldiers, carrying the worthy to Valhalla to serve beside Odin when the time goes. I pledged myself to him, leader of the Aesir, serving Odin as but a humble Valkyrie.
    ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ஃ I am beautiful - perhaps not as the others are, I am not a thing of perfection, no. I am merely a goddess, gifted with an enhanced in allure and grace, dexterity and a demure smile. The thing which draws men in has always been my hair. It shines as golden as the sun, silky and reaching the back of my ankles. Golden-haired and blue-eyed, I am the very image of a Norse deity. I have known that 'tis my hair that makes me what I am. Without it, I am nothing more than a pretty face. No more different from the millions of other women that around the world. It is why when I awoke one morn to find my hair clipped.. once shimmer gold, now blackened and dead as night - I wept. Loki had done this, Loki had taken my hair and why, I will never know. My tears were such that Thoria came to my aid - convincing Loki to replace that which he stole. Through his magic and actual gold, my locks were restored and I remain ever within Thoria's debt.
    ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ஃ The Norse think me a innocent maiden. Sweet and soft, yet they forget that just as a mother can be gentle, her hand turns harsh when her children were in danger. The earth has become my family, my domain, my duty and I shall protect all which call it their home however I can.







    ᶦ. Fenrir ᶦᶦ. Norse wolf godᶦᶦᶦ. immortal / currently eighteenᶦᵛ. bisexual ᵛ. single ᵛᶦ. son of Loki & Angora ᵛᶦᶦ. student

    ˢ ᵗ ʳ ᵉ ⁿ ᵍ ᵗ ʰ ˢ
    ° hot headed and feisty, no one can hold Fenrir for long.
    ° the supposed slayer of Odin does not fear combat, he relishes it.
    ° sometimes descriptive as overemotional, Fenrir won't keep tight lipped when he wants to talk. his temper is explosive.
    ° anger issues aside - a devout follower to his friends and loved ones, would do anything for their sake

    ʷ ᵉ ᵃ ᵏ ⁿ ᵉ ˢ ˢ ᵉ ˢ
    ° you're dead meat if you make any dog jokes about him.
    ° you're deader meat if you talk crap about his family or 'pack'
    ° the full moon makes him ansty - he gets twitchy and cannot stop fidgeting when its near
    ° struggles to see reason or act rationally when his temper reigns
    ° physical contact; severely touch starved from his imprisonment, softened by contact

    ᵈ ʳ ᵉ ᵃ ᵐ ˢ
    ° killing Odin
    ° watching the world burn

    ᶠ ᵉ ᵃ ʳ ˢ
    ° Fate - that he is only this way because fate made him, that he has no true choice in who he is / what he does
    ° starting Ragnarok - he knows he is going to die

    ᵖ ʳ ᵉ ᶠ ᵉ ʳ ʳ ᵉ ᵈ ʷ ᵉ ᵃ ᵖ ᵒ ⁿ
    ° chains of Fenrir - a metal collar around his neck, keeps him from using his powers against other Norse gods (smart move there Odin)
    ° enchanted sword; made to resemble Loki's helmet, grants him ability to cast minor illusions around himself for ten mins.

    ᵍ ᵒ ᵈ ˡ ʸ ᵃ ᵇ ᶦ ˡ ᶦ ᵗ ᶦ ᵉ ˢ
    ° Pack Mentality, Fenrir is unable to resist his similarities to canines. Instincts just kick in, he worries more about his place in the 'pack' hierarchy and becomes either very submissive to their friends or family, or try to dominate them, becoming quite possessive and moody. This is only natural for him. Fenrir will bite friends and mark them as members of his pack, but the wound received isn't painful. The mark never fades. With this mark comes a very unique power: a empathy bond. Only the Fenrir is aware of the bond, and only he can allow the marked to feel his emotions or speak telepathically.
    ° Becoming the Wolf, Fenrir's natural form is a wolf. The change isn't like the myths: no full moon is required, however it happens without his consent until he can master control. The size, shape and coloring of their wolf form is always the same: a unusually large ebony wolf with eyes the same blue as Fenrir's naturally are. He is roughly the size of an automobile in his wolf form, making concealing himself difficult. Fenrir possess a keener predatory instinct and survival drive, becoming sensitive to his surroundings and possessive towards loved ones. In some cases the his mind descends so far into the transformation that he mentally become more wolf than human, awakening once the shift is complete.
    ° Eternally Loyal, this ability is more a curse, placing Fenrir's very life into the hands of another, usually someone they consider 'alpha' (or if they themselves as alpha, someone they wish to protect, perhaps love). Fenrir will never allow any harm to come to his chosen one, and will not hesitate to strike down anyone else who dares. The voice of his chosen one is the only one he will forever obey, the only one who can truly control him even when shifted into wolf form. To assist in the protection of his chosen one, Fenrir gains superior strength, agility and endurance when the chosen person is in danger, almost like a instantaneous adrenaline rush. The person is not one he chooses, but someone that chooses him. A sort of claiming bond formed with another individual speaks the Nordic phrase, "I am that chain that binds you, the more you try to resist, the tighter my hold."

    ʳ ᵉ ˡ ᵃ ᵗ ᶦ ᵒ ⁿ ˢ ʰ ᶦ ᵖ ᵗ ʳ ᵃ ᶜ ᵏ ᵉ ʳ
    ° Loki ~ father ~ "snarls"
    ° Angora ~ mother ~ "bares fangs"
    ° Hel ~ sister ~ "Mine. My sister."
    ° Jörmungandr ~ brother ~ "Mine. My brother."


    ʷ ʰ ᵉ ʳ ᵉ ᵈ ᶦ ᵈ ʸ ᵒ ᵘ ᵍ ᵒ
    ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ஃ Odin is the cause of Ragnorak. Odin did this. When there was a prophecy that the children of Loki and Angora would cause trouble for the gods, he did what he thought was best. We were punished for what he had yet to do, what he might do. It was a twist of fate, a spin of the universe, Odin's fears of what might be ensured that it would be. The very same day I was born, I was damned. Hel was thrown into the land of the dead - Jörmungandr tossed into the sea. I, Fenrir, was given the mercy of being cared for by the Aesir. What that entailed was as a pet. Thrown scraps like an animal, kept in cages and punished with a whip when I misbehaved. They made a monster out of me.
    ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ஃ Tyr fed me. He sometimes even poured a bucket over me to wash the grim and dirt out of my fur. It was him who taught me to speak, to live. He taught me that I was more than a snarling beast - instructed me so that I might one day, have a voice of my own. Tyr did not listen to the stories of Ragnorak. He did not care. He saw a child in pain and that was all he saw in me. I saw him as a friend, a father, a teacher all in one. For a while.. I thought that there was more to live than this cage. That there was more to me than a monster. Then Odin intervened. I had gotten stronger. Stronger and stronger - he feared that it was Tyr who was empowering the beast through kindness. That Tyr had been preparing for Ragnorak instead or preventing it. The day I became a man of fourteen, I at least left the cage. Traded bars for chains, the sunlight in the cave for eternal darkness in the buried depths of the prison in Asgard. "Tyr, Tyr!" I roared day and night. I wanted my friend back, I wanted my home back. I was mad as a beast, desperate for the hand of kindness he had spoiled me with. My effects instead brought pain, grueling pain onto myself. When I growled, I got a lash. When I cried, I got another. When I broke the chains that bound me, I got my bones broken just as easily until I agreed to be chained two times. Anything to make it stop. When I heard Tyr's voice.. I broke the chains once to try to get to him - I did not succeed. A month later, when I heard it again I did the same. Odin had no choice but to have Gleipnir make a new set for me. It looked like a silken ribbon but was made of six magical ingredients: the sound of a cat's step, the beard of a woman, the roots of a mountain, bear's sensibility, fish's breath, and bird's spittle. The gods challenged me to breath the chains. I was brought into the grand dining hall while they laughed and drank, spilling mead onto my fur and spitting bits of food as they laughed and jeered at my expense. I saw that they looked thin.. I thought it was a trick. If I broke them, would they not hurt me as before? But I also had a trick of my own.. I asked that I would try, if Tyr could pet me. When Tyr's fingers stroked through my muzzle, I tried to break the chains.. and failed. The more I tried, the tighter the chain held me, until my thought could not work, only they dug into the skin around my throat and left tears in my flesh.. and in that moment I realized something. These chains would not hold me forever. I would not be broken.
    ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ஃ It is said that at Ragnarok I will break free. It is said that at Ragnorak I will join forces with the enemies of the gods. It is said at Ragnorak that I will kill and consume Odin. But who says this? Who spews these tales and churns these stories out of their mind? I can accept my fate. If I am to die after first killing Odin, then I would go without regret. However I do not wish death unto my brother, Jörmungandr. I do not wish to be separated forever from the sister, Hel, I have always loved within my heart. Odin had grown soft over time. Perhaps it was Tyr's influence, yet a couple of months ago the leader of the Aesir agreed to let me out. I will remain bound, even more so with this added curse which ties my very soul onto whoever claims it - yet for the first time in my existence.. I will be free. Even if it is at this strange place, with strange people who know so much more than my mind can hope to understand from my sheltered, tormented life. I am Fenrir, the bane of Asgard and destined to kill it's ruler, it's king. I will stand my ground and not let this unusual school frighten me off.






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    His lungs burned and fresh tears stung his eyes, spilling down his cheeks onto Morrígan's bloodied face. The body cradled in his arms had long since drawn its last breath, sweaty raven locks covering crowning her face like an angel's halo. As his eyes rested on his lover's still form he cursed whatever companionship he'd once revered. The bloodstained armor felt less a weight that the burden in his arms, the limp hand held in his a tangible hold on his sanity, clung to so tightly in his grasp, yet so easily pulled free - it would only take a light pull and he felt as if he would come undone. He had once believed in power, in the ebb and flow of Fate, that in all it's encompassing self, that there might be room for mercy. Yet Fate had instead proven itself fickle, cruel enough to let him exist within a world where his beloved did not reside upon. He could only pray, plead that wherever the essence of the divine ended up, that she would be waiting for him, in whatever life existed after this one. . .

    War and Death, like the great star-crossed lovers Odysseus and Penelope, they had always been a pair; a matched set. No stretch, not even a thousand seas, would prevent his return to her side, no hoards of suitors would of claimed her hand, not against him, never against him. His wisdom fueled her foresight, her chaos brought him calm. He wondered now if his spirit departed now, that maybe he could catch her before whatever embodiment of divine death claimed her, that he could hold her hand and it'd all be alright. Perhaps the other gods would take pity on them, send them quickly into the a after life and let them be judged sooner rather than later, kept together, this pair of fallen deities.

    Oh, the pain. He gritted his teeth against the pain, numb to the poison that caused the cuts on his stomach to bubble and boil with heat. 'Just a little while longer,' he thought, eyes craning the darkness for a soul in sight. It was useless, though, the poison had already made his vision blurry. 'I cannot leave her.' he thinks, in delirium. He started as suddenly a pale of ivory hands cradled his face between them, and as he breathed in the familiar scent of moon blossoms mixed with steel, he knew it was his father. "My son... do not go down this path, please." The beautiful Miltonic prince of darkness looked more a sliver of moonlight: his body devoid of color save for the dark lilac of his eyes, skin torn of all pigmentation. Elatha was a king of the Fomorians, a Celtic god of the Moon. Elatha sounded so distraught, normal stoicism lost in grief. His heart could not of broken the, not even for his father, for it had grown cold and subdued just as his love's had fallen silent. Still, part of him would loathe how he made his sire so despondent. "How many times will you do this to yourself... to her? Will I ever see your soul at peace, my son?" Elatha sounded wistful, forlorn even as he seemed to consider the likely possibility that this would be the last time he ever beheld his only offspring.  A thick fuzziness settled over his tongue in time with a film on his eyes. Copper bit at the back of his throat, and he doubled forward to cough, wheeze, and wretch. The aches and pains were beginning to ebb with a eerie chill; he knew he didn't have much time left. But still, he hung on for as long as possible; she always fought death's grasp, could never submit to any death not his beloved. "As many times as it takes, Father," he wheezed, blue eyes dim but filled with passion. He fell forward as his strength depleted, a cry bubbling from his chest in agony. Eletha caught her without hesitation, even as his blood stained Eltha's white silvery chest plate. "Until we're together."

    Throughout the Dagda's life he'd dreamed of dying for the chance of glory, earning Elatha's pride and love, his life living on through tales of his grand adventures and heroics. Now all he felt was regret; if Fate would have him die, why couldn'tshe have left this world in the arms of the woman he loved. He was weakened and dying in her father's grasp and still Dagda struggled, fighting to be back by Morrigan one more time. If he was to die this day he wanted to see the shine of her eyes once more. Sensing his thoughts, Elatha gently moved him over, so that his face was in view of Morrigan's body...


    But the Dagda was already gone. The darkness swallowed him; he saw nothing but the abyss.


    in another life
    » Helen of Troy & Menelaus
    Her face launched a thousand ships, his was always buried in scrips about battle, always preparing for the next war. Menelaus had been born into this life: swiftly carted out of his kingdom as a boy when uprising murdered his father and forced his mother to marry the assassin. She was beauty, she was perfection - yet he did not notice her as the other men had, his eyes lingered on her once and then were off. He had been forced to attend the ranks of suitors by his brother, had submit only when he learned it would give him access to the great libraries of Sparta. It was within the library that he first met Helen, it was there that they talked as they read, there that he fell in love with her mind, unaware of the beauty of her body until she shut her book and revealed her face. The couple were married for less than a year when Paris kidnapped Helen. The next time Menelaus would see his wife, she would be cowering in front of him, eyes filled with tears but unmoving even as he held his sword above her. She would of let him kill her, he knew. She did not know that he was already lost until he fell forward and she caught in him arms, gasping as she felt the mortal wound on his chest. She screamed for him to wake, but a smile played on his lips as he felt his strength ebb. The last words to pass his woulds would be, "until we meet again"

    » Cleopatra & Mark Antony
    This time was different. Every night, the Roman general Mark Antony would be overwhelmed by memories of porcelain skin under his hands, ebony strands that cascaded in his grasp like a sheet of silk. The mysterious woman that haunted his dreams had a power in his heart that knew no match. He kept himself busy, he conquered and claimed, devoted his life to war and politics, ignoring the woman that offered him a place in their bed or sought to earn his favor. They were not her, his mind would decide, There can be none like her. This woman that tormented him each night knew no parallel in the waking world and he refused to consider otherwise, content even to wake each morn with the taste of her on his lips, the memory of her warmth in arm. That all changed when he met Cleopatra. The eyes, the lips, the ebony locks, it was her. She recognized him too, a secretive smile as the generals introduced him to her. Within days of meeting in person, the two began an affair. Mark Antony gave her everything when he wed her: she was to Egypt, Cyprus, Crete, and Cyria, she was to rule his heart. The outrage did not matter, he saw nothing but the beauty in his arms, treasured the wonder of her soul. The Roman Senate denounced him a traitor and he lost a battle at sea, forcing them to have no choice but retreat. Cleopatra tried to help - she spread rumors of her suicide to sway off pursuers. The courier she sent did not arrive in time, Mark Antony only heard the rumors and stabbed himself in the chest to join her. When she learned of his passing, she took her own life by inducing a poisonous snake to bite her. "you will not get away from me so easily" she whispered softly.

    » Aleksander  & Alina
    scottish king - first wife dead, believed her to be morrigan, found out she wasn't, drama --- wip


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    Post  Silent Reaper on Fri Jan 26, 2018 7:29 pm

    Well then.... I was told I can play because I have been good, and continue to play as long as I behave.... although seeing who's all here, I don't think I'll be allowed to even remotely step out of line. I swear, I'm not that bad..... usually.

    Name: I am Typhon. The monster of sea storms and fire.
    Godly Monstrous power: I can summon storms, lighting, rain, I have poison immunity, fire immunity, unnatural strength, oh, and I can breath fire.
    Gender: Male.... last I checked.
    Race: Uhhh.... I am classified as a monster, but I was born from a goddess....
    Age: *mutters math*..... Really really old. Like, before Trojan War and all that. Pretty sure it was before the founding of Athens even....
    Personality: I think I'm all right, at least now. I have some anger issues, but I have seen the Furies for therapy sessions on that, and found ways to cope and control my anger. Mostly, I came here because I hoped people might give me a chance, and I heard my older "brother" of sorts is here. Haven't met him yet, although I'm awfully curious.
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    Meh.... was the best one I could find
    other: I have spells written in the Latin language tattooed all over me.... something about restraining me so I can't use my full power.... but don't get me wrong. I'll still kick the asses of all who piss me off too much.

    Hey! You! Your sign up isn't here yet!

    Ah.... not sure if I'll be staying long....

    Sign up anyway. Here.

    Ah! Don't throw it at me!

    Name: XXXXXXXX..... Er, X. Guess my real name won't show up here....
    Godly power: Um.... I'm not a god? And I kind of don't know what all I can do yet....
    Gender: Male. I know that. I am very much a male.
    Race: Ummmmm..... pass?
    Age: *shuffles uncomfortably* Before or after I was caught outside of reality?
    Personality: Umm.... I guess I'm a bit depressed, but I always have been. I just want to be whole, honestly, but I doubt that will ever happen. Especially after everything I've gone through....
    Description: Ahhh... I'm about five foot eight, with horns, wings.... black hair.... my eyes are grey, or at least the irises are. The rest of my eyes are black, and there are permanent stains like tear streaks under them. I have small guages in my ears too.
    other: Pass....

    There. I'm done- oh. He's gone..... I suppose I'll finish this up and put my application in the school now.... make it official....


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    this took forever.. over 21K characters, so I put thing in spoilers to avoid making it super long. ^^ lemme know if any edits are required <3



    ᶦ. Hera ᶦᶦ. Goddess of Marriage, Heavenly Bodies/Stars,  & Women ᶦᶦᶦ. immortal ᶦᵛ. heterosexual ᵛ. unhappily married / separated ᵛᶦ. queen of the gods of Olympus / queen of the heavens ᵛᶦᶦ. astrology teacher & guidance counselor

    ˢ ᵗ ʳ ᵉ ⁿ ᵍ ᵗ ʰ ˢ:
    ° Faithful is all she lives, breathes and longs for. Hera is undying in her loyalty to herself and others - she may not of married out of love, yet she will not break the vows she made to Zeus nor consider falling into another man's bed unless freed of her marital tie. The latest fight between Hera and Zeus led to her sending him from the halls of Olympus and leading in his stead; for the moment they are separated, but if he does not prove his love and loyalty, she will try to divorce him.. she is tired of watching him to to mistress after mistress. Enough is enough.
    ° The myths depict her as the jealous wife, the spouse of Zeus who could not hold onto her man. Pft - if only they could recall the stories of how Zeus turned into that small little bird. The tales in which he ravaged her body and used shame to win the hand she had refused him. Zeus wanted a wife? Fine. Hera needed a crown. She did not punish the mistresses and children because she was jealous - oh no, it was the only way she could be a thorn in Zeus' side. There were many instances in which she did nothing. She left the people be - yet the ones that knew who he was? That willingly ignored he had a wife? Those would pay for she was a goddess of marriage and they were scorning it.
    ° Over time even her wrath has dwindled. Zeus may sleep around - she only has eyes for her children. Her sons and daughters have aged her and in a good way; she is content to pester them about finding wives or bringing her grandchildren, a smile on her face as she drops by their homes for tea or delivers them handmade baked goods when she notices that they have not been eating right. Hera is a overprotective mother, at times - overbearing and insistent as she forces and fights to keep a place in their lives. Hephaestus is the only child of hers she does not contact often - out of shame, mostly. He has a right to hate her for what happened to him, a right to never wish to see her face again. If he wants to speak to her.. she will always answer, but neither will she force herself on him. She no longer has the right.
    ° The love of a mother to a child is unconditional. The same can be said for the wrath - if anyone so much as touches a hair on the heads of any of her children, there is no lengths she will not go to. She will ask Fate himself, seek out the eldest of gods in order to see the inevitable destruction of any threat to her offspring. Hera is a warrior goddess; she is the strength born in woman, the empowering force that can wreak terrifying disaster. If it takes her to Tartarus and back, she will go. Her children are off limits. From now until the end of time.. and if you think otherwise? Try. She will pursue you until the sun destroys the earth.
    ° Once it woman were quiet, submissive and kept in the household. The duties of a wife was to service the husband, take care of the children and house. Over time that has changed. When mortals suddenly gained more equal rights for the sexes, when woman became powerful, they were still years behind Hera. Hera who had always been a dominant force. Hera who did not ignore it when her husband broke his vow, the goddess that fought and snarled and raged when she was betrayed. She is not a woman to be trifled with. No man can own her, not even her husband, who it is said she has some sway over. There's no use in trying to walk all over her, she will let you mop the floor with your own tears. She is no housewife.
    ° Perhaps it is best to come to her for relationship advise. All marriages were sworn in her name - she can tell marital ties with a single gaze, even if no love is between the pair.. Marriage is more than of the heart. It is the legal vow that her husband has power over, and in sharing his power as queen, a gift Hera possesses as well. Hera blesses marriages or curses them, helping to keep the tie strong or let it be torn in divorce. She is exceptional when it comes to asking about relationships, a reassuring but certain hand, even if her words are not always to be met with a smile they are true (even if sometimes they hurt to hear) and come straight from her own heart and backed by experience.

    ʷ ᵉ ᵃ ᵏ ⁿ ᵉ ˢ ˢ ᵉ ˢ:
    ° She was once a little girl who played by the sea in a white dress, who laughed and smiled with her sisters in arm. Hera has withered over time, her heart broken piece by piece as each affair becomes a physical ache. He was mocking her - the goddess of marriage and yet her own is in shambles, born out of shame and his lust for her body. Her eyes have lost the luster they once had and the carefree smile is forever gone. Zeus was slowly killing her, like a cancer.. but she is strong enough to move on.
    ° There is a subtle flaw of hers. Touch. Hera does not like to be touched, to be fondled, if you desire to shake her hand.. she must make the first move. She is a queen, yes, but once she was a woman. She took a injured bird into her arms and pressed him against her breast for warmth only to have her arms restrained and her innocence stolen. That experience only made her strong in the end. She offers only her children a soft hand, a tenderness in her smile because they are hers and nothing he can do will take them from her.
    ° Hera does not always be rational when it comes to affairs. Because what is the point of marriage? It was meant to bind two souls together, tie the threads of their existence into a single strand. The moment lust sets in and they wander to another's bed, it pulls at the joined thread, tears at the strands of it. She does not accept alcohol or drugs or addled brains as an excuse. She has had a bit to much wine to drink in the best, dabbled in herbs in her youth and yet her body has only been given to a single god in all of her existence. She does not waste her time with disloyal people.
    ° However.. there is a particular thing in which Hera can overlook her previous peeve. Unwillingly, inattentive, unconscious.. Hera knows of violation. When the body is stolen, it is not an affair. She has heard stories of her husband taking another and for those.. she does not hate them for it. She remembers how it feels. A person cannot be unfaithful if they were taken by another, it is not about love or desire when their hand is forced and she will send hell to whoever tries to lay blame onto their shoulders for that which they held no control over. When it comes to the perpetrator.. however, the one who stole their body? Hera will do worse. Much, much worse.
    ° She is not only a woman, but the goddess of women. The insecurities and uncertainties that come with it. Hera is strong and she is steadfast, yet she does realize that her strength physically is not the same as a male god. The power that she carries is of the mind, the ingenuity and creativity of a female - and sometimes it gets muddied that she is not able to fend off physical attacks as easily as barbed words. Hera can throw words as easily as Ares throws knives - though remains unprepared and shocked when a blow is returned.

    ᵈ ʳ ᵉ ᵃ ᵐ ˢ
    ° A healthy, happy marriage. Is that to much to ask for the goddess of marriage?
    ° Happiness and luck for all of her children. She dreams of the day all of them can be by her side, as a true family.

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    ° That her children will think less of her for staying with Zeus for so long. That they might hate her.
    ° Hera fears for what Zeus might do to her if she leaves him.

    ᵖ ʳ ᵉ ᶠ ᵉ ʳ ʳ ᵉ ᵈ ʷ ᵉ ᵃ ᵖ ᵒ ⁿ
    ° a thin rapier made out of gold metal with blues, and greens blended in the blade, it resembles a peacock feather.
    ° she wears the crown of olympus on her brow - transforms into a slender, thinner lightning bolt that she can utilize in battle.

    ᵍ ᵒ ᵈ ˡ ʸ ᵃ ᵇ ᶦ ˡ ᶦ ᵗ ᶦ ᵉ ˢ:
    ° Storm Caller, Hera is able to command the skies. She has control in regards to the formation of the ever-changing weather. It brings together that in which wind and water cannot create and produce. It is a culmination of the air and water elements, governing their ability to control temperature by increasing the heat or chill within the atmosphere. Her powers can spawn thunderstorms with her mind, create sudden snow showers in the middle of summer. The beginning can be difficult to master as emotions largely govern their power, depending on her state of mind or mood. She does have full control of the four seasons and the weather involved in each of them including heat waves in a small given area, frost to form on vegetation and sleet and snow to fall, to the deafening sound of thunder in the skies.
    ° Electrokinesis, Hera is able to generate electrical currents from her own body in order to project it outward in the form of lightning bolts. Not only does the electricity come from the body but it can also be harnessed by summoning it directly out of the sky, hurdling stray bolts down from the heavens and directing the location of the strike. If she is ever in need of a little pick me up, having a lightning bolt plummet out of the sky to strike her , is like recharging her battery and temporarily increasing her power – this shouldn’t be done too often as it is very tiring on her body. The human body is built in electrical charge - she is able to control and sense the neural impulses within a person’s body. The connection of hers with electricity provides them with an electrical discharge capable of traveling along the nerve fibers in a living organism. This is a form of tapping into the thoughts and consciousness of an individual and temporarily seizing control of them, if she so desires, though Hera is typically a passive deity and does not rely on dirty tactics unless her children are in danger.
    ° Pheromone Manipulation, the bond between a mother and her child are deeper than emotional. Pheromones are exchanged in the womb and through various means of contact, which creates a lifelong bond between mothers and children. Hera's natural scent mimics this in way of pheromone control. All those that perceive her are reminded of their mothers and fathers, of a sense of comfort and unconditional affection. Those that have not had a parent of their own still will feel naturally soothed and relaxed near her, a subtly manipulation that leads to others instinctual growing protection over Hera, sometimes even fighting with one another when someone insults or mocks the goddess. When she's scared, they will try to guard and comfort her as they would had she been their own mother, and when she's angry, there's the natural reaction to submission and apology at the burn of her ire. If this power is properly utilized, Hera can even stimulate the healing process, disorientate foes or increase stamina.

    ʳ ᵉ ˡ ᵃ ᵗ ᶦ ᵒ ⁿ ˢ ʰ ᶦ ᵖ ᵗ ʳ ᵃ ᶜ ᵏ ᵉ ʳ:
    ° Cronus ~ titan of time ~ father ~ "By blood I am his offspring, yet he is not my father."
    ° Rhea ~ titaness of motherhood ~ mother ~ "She gave me the gift of life, yet she is just as guilty of taking it."
    ° Oceanus ~ titan of ocean ~ adoptive father ~ "My dearest papa, the titan which loved me as if I were his own."
    ° Tethys ~ titaness of ocean ~ adoptive mother ~ "My nurturing mother."
    ° Hestia ~ goddess of fire & family ~ older sister ~ "My dearest sister - I will let no man or woman hurt you."
    ° Amphitrite ~ titaness of sealife ~ adoptive sister ~ "Amphy is my sister - my role model."
    ° Poseidon ~ god of sea & horses ~ brother-by-marriage ~ "The husband of my sister."
    ° Zeus ~ god of sky & law ~ husband ~ "I was the first which he conquered but not the last."
    ° Atë  ~ goddess of ruin & ash ~ eldest daughter ~ "The stories tell of Hephaestus and his exile.. but never yours, my angel."
    ° Hephaestus ~ god of forge & fire ~ eldest son ~ "My greatest mistake was failing you, my son. I was weak.. I let my husband - It is my fault.. I do not deserve forgiveness for failing to be the mother you deserved."
    ° Enyo ~ goddess of battle & war ~ middle daughter ~ "You were my second daughter - I am proud of the goddess you have become."
    ° Hebe ~ goddess of youth & eternity ~ youngest daughter ~ "Oh, my baby girl, I love you more than life itself."
    ° Typhon ~ god of disaster ~ youngest son ~ "Even if I cannot hold you in my arms, you leave never my heart, my child."
    ° ??? ~ god/goddess of --- ~ unborn child ~ "I will do everything in my power to keep you safe."


    ʷ ʰ ᵉ ʳ ᵉ   ᵈ ᶦ ᵈ   ʸ ᵒ ᵘ   ᵍ ᵒ:
    ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ஃ  The day I was born was not a happy one. The first arms which held me belonged to my sister, Hestia, who pulled me deeper into dark room we were left inside. Our parents shut us away, locked us into a room to spent our eternity and all because of our sire's paranoia that one of us would overthrow him. It was Zeus that eventually opened the door and set us free - he was our savior.. but I did not look back when Hestia asked me to run with her. We fled the palace, hurried through the woods until we were met with endless beaches and the sea. It was there that Oceanus caught sight of us and Tethys welcomed us into her tender embrace as her daughters. She had fifty Oceanids to care for, two more made little difference in her eyes. I was raised as a child of Oceanus and Tethys, a princess of the sea and I enjoyed it. Amphitrite was the elder sister I grew to adore, to admire for her beauty and for her bravery. I desired to be as she was - and when she rejected another god's request to be his bride, I followed suit and did the same when Zeus asked for my hand. He had saved me and I would be most grateful.. but I was my own person. I saw how he made eyes at the nymphs, had he left their rooms early in the morning, reeking of sweat and sex even as he claimed his devotion to me and promised to save himself for our union. Still, I said no. Ah.. but just as Amphitrite was pressured into marriage, so to was I. I did not expect Zeus to force my hand in it.. no. That night was a stormy one, and I wandered the shores and collected seashells so make necklaces out of for my sisters. It was there that I unearthed a cold, wounded cuckoo bird. I was fond of animals, you see, I did not pause in taking it to my breast and whispering words of comfort. That was when he transformed, turning into a man and forcing himself on me, hand over my lips to muffle my screams from reaching the sea. In the morning, I lay in a mess.. and after so long of denying, I at last said yes. I would become Zeus' queen if it spared this from reaching the ears of my sisters. If it stopped my papa from declaring war on the earth for this crime.
    ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ஃ My marriage to Zeus, obviously, went as I had predicted. Bed to bed, he would stray from me day and night. Oh, he returned.. sometimes. He would keep into our marital bed and demand the same of me that had caused this marriage. He said that we were making love, yet I do not know if he truly loved me. For awhile.. perhaps, I could fool myself. The birth of our daughter led me to believe he might care for me, those three hundred years in which I was the only woman he stayed with. When he left to have an affair with a mortal and Atë.. my sweet baby girl, caught sight and rushed to whisper as much into my ears, I confronted him. I did not know that Zeus had seen Atë.. could not of known that he might exile her for the crime of being honest and upset to learn that her father was breaking my heart. Atë was banished from Olympus and I could never set foot near her again, even if i wanted. I spent the first century of her banishment at the edge of the mountain, crying as I craned my divine eyes in search of her. The single light which had kept my heart beating. I think that is why I first made Hephaestus. I wanted for something, anything, to replace this hole in my heart. When he was born.. I cried even harder. Because he was all mine. Zeus had no claim over him. That is when Zeus found me.. he saw the newly born god and he dared to accused me of being unfaithful to my vow. He called me a cheater. I laughed and cried at once, mocked him for the audacity of his claim.. and so, in the heat of anger. he threw my child off of the mountain. I screamed and tried to follow him, but was held back. Should I be surprised that that very night as he filled me with another child, that this was to be a goddess of war? I did protect my Enyo from him. She was safe, until the day she smiled and told me it was enough, leaving to tend to the battlefields of earth alongside Ares. The next child was Hebe, my little girl, who was pure and sweet enough where even Zeus would not dare hurt her. It was Hebe who gave me hope. She was the only good thing that had come out of my body that had been allowed to stay by me.. I wanted more. I was selfish, I wanted a house full of children that were mine. When Zeus chose to slip into the bed of a mortal and created a demigod, I made a child all my own. Typhon.. He is not a regret, all that i regret is that I could not protect him, not even when he was in my womb. I was far along by the time Zeus returned to Olympus. He returned with a babe in arms and while I slept, held it against my breast to nurse. I woke to that, a hiss as the demigod bit me and created the Milky Way. When Zeus tried to explain - I fought with him. I was hormonal and sad, angry and just so damn tired of him doing this to me. I did not see the slap coming until I fell back and slid down the stairs, landing hard on my stomach. It triggered an early labor, my son was coming to soon, to fast and I fled even as Zeus called for me to return. Tethys helped me through labor and even bid the Python look after the child she knew I could not. For when Zeus had struck me, he had altered destined, turned his savior into his damnation. My dearest Typhon would be raised on earth by his grandparents and the mighty Python, though not a day would pass that I did not send word. A sign, a letter.. I did not abandon my child.
    ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ஃ  The gods bound my son after he tore through Olympus. They were all so focused on the destruction he brought, the chaos that fell from his fingertips.. they did not notice my smile. My laugh as I took in the power and beauty. Typhon was a storm of grace and strength, a jewel that they did not have the same intuition to see as i did. He was perfect, he was precious and I love him so much it hurts. I wanted to be there for him as a mother once and even if the time as passed.. I will be there as a mother to him soon. I was the one who suggested we bind his powers with the Latin enhancement. It was for his own sake - so that he might have control.. and because if I were to suggest it and cast it, I would hold power over the spell. I would free him of these chains one day, would set him loose as any mother had to for their child.. but for now? He would be my son at last, and I would help him learn how to be a adult before I let him be the god he was destined as. As time went on, the strain in my marriage did not get worse, it got better. I gave up trying to stop Zeus - the only time i acted against him, he hung me by the wrists in chains over the void of Chaos and threatened to drop me into endless darkness with his lightning. Was there any point to rebelling him in secret? No, no.. I chose to be public about it. During an Olympian consul meeting, I announced that I would be leaving Zeus. He grew angered and asked for me to speak to him in private to settle this but I would not. In private, he would be able to hurt me.. and deep down, I knew he could not. Not now, not when I knew that our latest entanglement months ago had left a child within me, concealed through my strategic dressing of baggier clothes. I challenged Zeus openly and in the eyes of the public, and things.. things got out of hand. Words turned to shouts, shouts to screams.. and I said something cruel and got into his face. The usual fight, then. But he threw me out of his face, and in the full view of the consul, slapped me in the face. Feeling vindictive, I shrugged out of my layers and let my swollen belly be plain to see, watching in sanctification as Zeus' gaze grew horrified as the rest of the Olympians as they realized he had punched his pregnant wife. They would not know that Enyo sat in the back and had drove his anger on, that I had wanted him to hit me. Needed a excuse to send him away. I remain queen but Zeus is gone from my halls - sentenced to take a leave of absence from Olympus for a year. Now that I reign on, I have set my sights onto the school of Hades.. my son is to be sent there and where he goes, I shall follow. Ruling Olympus and serving as a teacher is not simply, yet my duties are less since Hebe and Enyo had taken over some, because of the late stage of my pregnancy. I remain at the school against the wishes of my guard - I believe Hades' power suitable to shelter me from any incident, should my husband find his way here.
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    Name: Thora
    Godly power: Thunder and lighting, she is the master of Thor's hammer, and is actually Thor, the Norse god of storms.
    Gender: Female her dad wanted a boy.
    Race: GOD
    Age: you don't ask a girl that
    Personality: I am a tom boy with a sweet heart, Loki is my brother, I am fond of cute things, more so creatures and men who can fly. I can myself, with the help of my hammer and the wind if it is kind. I am the wrath of the gods when spurned, for hell hath no greater furry then a God of thunder and lightening.
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    other:Giggles you all thought I was blonde didn't you sorry sweet heart but this Norse god was totally worshipped by those redheads you like to call vikings.

    Name: Bob
    Godly power: Bob is lord and master of the sea, and the four winds. Bob has all kinds of powers being a sea demon who happens to be a god, bob is awesome don't piss bob off bob will kill you easily.
    Gender: bob is a boy thank you.
    Race: Bob is a cute sea demon you make baby bobs with bob ( god he's a god)
    Age: bob doesn't know you tell bob? ( no)
    Personality: Bob is bob, and thats all you need to bobbing know.
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    other: bow before bobs sexy ness.


    Name: Lunam Ignis ( fire moon or He'll let you cal him Lune ) Volcan
    Godly power: He can shift into a mighty Dragon, which his sister or father can forge anything with in his wrathful flames. The things forged in his flames, these things forged in his fires special, as they will come when called by the masters they choose. The ones just born out of his flames while he is a man, will hold special powers, and will pay homage to the personalities of those wielding them.
    If he however uses his father's forge to forge a sword, spear or anything, The item will never be able to break or bend, rust or tarnish, for Death will never had dominion over it living grace. He is good in combat, can fly as a dragon. He's a god of the forge, The Forge god of Tempered passions.
    Gender:M
    Race: God.
    Age: ???
    Personality: Honor and glory, mercy, protection, whatever is in my forge burns brightest when it is done out of love. I am the moon light in the forge's flames. The Gentle spirit that tempers Anger and replaces it with hardened resolve, I am the one who sharpens Passons, or dulls them. Much like a honed blade. My big brother Eros, needs not fear, for I will forge his arrows to be twice as strong and do as he commands.
    Description: and my dragon form
    other: Only my sister or mother may ride my back, My father and broth my fly by my side, and all others will burn for they are not worthy of such grace.

    Name: Solis Volcan
    Godly power: She can forge anything, if she uses her brother to forge things, the items will choose their masters, and be forever loyal till their masters pass. She make with her own flames, anything. If she uses her father's forge however, the item created can only bring joy. She is a Goddess of the forge, she is the forge goddess of Chained flames.
    Gender: F
    Race: God
    Age:???
    Personality: I am nature and she is me, I am the sun and she is me, and I am the forge and all three. I see the fates of those destined to loos, I see the fates of those destined to win, and I can forge there paths so that neither can intersect. I am warmth, I am anger, yet when I walk with my brother, I am a half of a whole, the sun ot his moon, and together we burn brightest.
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    other: Only my father and brothers my walk beside me in the green of the forest, and only my mother may call me from peace of the trees, all others will perish in my chained flames.


    Name: Inferno Stave Hammer
    Godly power: The lord of assassins, forest fires, and lets just say he's Volts brother. That sums that shite up. He's also refered to as " Dante" because he's the lord of Dante's inferno The God of True hell, or as hades likes to call him " Hey king of my (insert F word here) pit"
    Gender: M
    Race: God ( who is under hades unlike his brother who's his own god)
    Age: And make paint blush? no thanks
    Personality: Dry, meh, and over all he's more of a power thirsty blood hungry evil guy who's too lazy to actually cause much damage.
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    other: Ah shite, that one (insert F word here) night I have to (insert F word here) get drunk and sleep with the ( HO Ho HO) queen.... (insert F word here) me... oh wait she did. * rolls eyes and chuckles*

    Name: Volt Hammer
    Godly power: He's the (insert F word here) god of the Void... and Void magic. OOOoooOOooo
    Gender: M
    Race: God
    Age: Ha ha ha ha ha
    Personality: Well, lets just say his past is shadows, and his soul cries for penence. Neither are granted and he is condemned to his misery.
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    Name: Bella Lunam (Bella for short..... Or Queen Moon)
    Godly power: She is the moon, she is war, she is sacrifice.... Bella Lunam can make people sleep, create nightmares, generate madness (lucidity), transfigure people into those creatures under her domain, but she also is a master of hemomancy (blood magic), and is a force to be reckoned with. There is a reason she was forced to not have a form of her own..... until now.
    Gender: FEMALE LIKE THE FLIPPING MOON
    Race: GODDESS MO FOS
    Age: How rude. Do you ask every woman such a vulgar question?
    Personality: She is a ( FEMALE DOG!). Not gonna lie. There is some unspoken code she follows, but as far as anyone has seen, Tsuki included, it's mostly chaotic and unknown
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    Name: Isis (Izzy)
    Godly power: She is the Egyptian mother goddess..... and she is their goddess of life and can cause floods and the loss of life
    Gender: Female
    Race: GOD
    Age: huffs
    Personality: She seems a little ditzy.... but she has partial amnesia so......
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    Name: Sekhmet
    Godly power: She is the Egyptian goddess of lions, war, and ironically healing..... and anything related to that
    Gender: Female
    Race: God
    Age: Bleh
    Personality: Fiercely protective to those she cares about, she is courageous, but also loves to be warm and nap and cuddle. Just don't piss her off
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    ("Human" form, minus the horns)

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    Name: Dziwozona (Dizzy or Zona..... no way in hell I'm typing that over and over again)
    Godly Monstrous power: Shapeshifting
    Gender: Female
    Race: Monster
    Age: ?????????????
    Personality: She is fairly quiet and a little shy, but clearly has an agenda...
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    Name: Qarinah (Ladonna is her birth name)
    Godly Monstrous power: Invisibility, seduction, entrancing, dream walking
    Gender: Female
    Race: Monstrer
    Age:?????
    Personality: Actually a very timid girl searching for real love, but doesn't think it'll ever come to her. Who could love a demoness who feasts off of life energies and seduces people?
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    Name: Miff
    Godly power: Miff is an undying weed, raised by Death, it is horrible and has a horrid evil aura, which means no one goes near it except for gods of Death who fear not such things. Miff However, does not cause anyone any harm, which people thinks is due to Death being its master. However when Miff senses a broken heart, the sorrow of some one that is great, the plant feeds of your emotions. To much sadness and sorrow, to much pain and misery, and it will show you Mercy, if you are scared it will protect, if you are lost it will find you, for it shows great honor and glory in tending to your soul. It Enjoys tender smiles the best however, it enjoys freshly healed hearts, tender and soft, the feelings those hearts gives, are its favorite foods. So in order to protect, to show mercy, to do so with honor and glory, with its tender heart and soul. Miff will bloom, the sweet smell, can heal any broken heart, can make lovers coo, and cuddle, can inspire, and bring forth your greatest desires. It once every year if tended well, will bloom a rose that is gold, if you pluck that rose, and offer it to death, and he ties it to bloods boat, the rose will take the place of any loved one long past, It will bring back one person your heart is linked too, bloods boat will be able to bring them back. The rose however is earned with tender love and care. For miff doesn't bloom his special roses for no reason. Miff's normal color of rose, is a combination of pink and purple, and will glow when bloomed, miff has other flowers as well, you'll just have to find out what flowers Miff will bloom.
    Gender: Miff is neither male nor female, but Miff Likes to be considered a boy.
    Race: The Sacred rose, thought to be lost to all since the beginning of time.
    Age: Miff isn't that old, Death hasn't been growing his friend for very long
    Personality: Miff is a plant.... but its very tender and loving just the same
    Description: Miff with out blooms.
    Is a thorny black mess with large jagged black ish leaves. It emits what is thought to be an evil aura that even mortals can see.
    Miff in bloom

    other: Miff can flower any color possible, however each rose can be used or emits something else Razz


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    Name: Trixie Nevermore
    Godly power: She doesn't have any.... she is a human from a long line of god slayers. She has trained her body to be as fast, as agile, and as strong as she can possible be. What "magic" she does have is in imbued items, like an amulet that muddles any powers other than basic human, and a sword that gets stronger the more gods it kills, as it steals and seals their very souls within the blade itself. Such a weapon is incredibly dangerous, especially in the wrong hands.
    Gender: female
    Race: Human
    Age: 26
    Personality: Pretty calm most of the time. She can get emotional, and has a fierce protective streak (and a stubborn one), but actually is a bit of an outcast, as she was disowned by her family for sparing the "good" gods, instead of killing them all.
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    Post  Silent Reaper on Sat Feb 17, 2018 11:25 pm

    Name: Noc Nightengale
    Godly power: She can generate light and make things glow and warm up (no fire), she can also manifest glittering armor and shields, as well as heal (there is also Dark Noc.... pray you never meet her or find out what her powers are)
    Gender: Female
    Race: seraphim
    Age: rude to ask a woman her age..... but she is in her 20s to early 30s
    Personality: Protective, stubborn, confident, but also has a tendancy of being bull headed and difficult
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    other: Noc fights with full plate armor, a sword, and a shield. She is more of a defense fighter, with a strong sense of justice. If she switches to Dark Noc..... you're as good as dead.

    Name: Sao Plutonium
    Godly Power: Generate endless ranks of the dead, fire, manipulating chains and summoning weapons, hemomancy, necromancy...... basically cross his parents' powers lol
    Gender: Male
    Race: God
    Age: um.... he was born in the rp, so..... you do the math lol
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    Other: His parents are Bella Lunam (my girl) and Hades Plutonium Howl's guy)


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    Silent Reaper

    Zodiac : Taurus Chinese zodiac : Rat
    Posts : 12240
    Join date : 2016-01-10
    Age : 22
    Location : Forever falling into the core, into the eternal blackness

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    Post  Silent Reaper on Tue Feb 20, 2018 9:14 pm

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    Godly power: Can generate and produce madness; whisper insanity or whatever into the minds of others; leech power off of the darkness, shadows, and vast nothingness of the Void even; hypnosis; floods/rainstorms; earthquakes
    Gender: Male
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    other: My evil force of evil.... while he is in the form of a human man


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    Save our last goodbye
    Embedded in my mind, your face will never leave me
    Save our last goodbye
    It's killing me that I will never get to hear your laughter anymore

    -Disturbed, Save Our Last Goodbye
    In memory of one of my best friends

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