Every soul must face death...if not once, but twice
Death gazes at you from under his hood, his scythe hanging from one hand and an hour glass dangling from the other. "Do not disrespect my gift," he tells you, his voice resonating in your chest. You promise you won't, you beg he keep his word. In response, he hands you the hour glass, the sand snaking back up into the upper chamber. He's giving you more time. "Find the others," he commands. "Before I change my mind."
Basic Concept
While visiting/living in the small town of Renata, your character has a near death experience through odd circumstances. Whether you were in danger or not, you died. Either by water, fire, earth, choice, etc..., you succumbed to your wounds and your soul fled this world. Until Death himself stopped you. He gave a vague proposition, eerie and risky. You might not even want it. "Go back," he told you. "Prove yourself." Prove yourself? For what, to what? You barely recall the experience once you wake up in the local hospital, nurses and doctors astonished by your resurrection. Everybody asks you what you saw when you were "dead," but you can't bring yourself to talk about what happened, afraid they'll call you insane, throw you into a mental asylum. During your recovery, they move you to a shared room filled with others who have similar experiences. Death's children, all gathered in one room? Who knows what could happen? Not to mention the mysterious powers now manifesting in all of you...
Rules
-Don't be an ass -One character per person, unless you can convince me, or your side characters don't have powers -Really think something could be added to this RP? Tell me! I'd love to hear some ideas and suggestions. This goes the same for bending some rules or character restriction -Mature themes are okay here (cussing, carnage) but sexual stuff goes to DMs -No God modding -I expect at least 2+ paragraphs from each post -If you cannot continue this RP any longer, please tell us! -Post your character in OOC first, then move to Characters once accepted -Regarding powers, first come first serve. You wanted water really bad but somebody else got it? Sorry bud
Your Character
Once you wake up, you discover that you have powers relating to your death, aka the drowned control water, the burned control fire. I have no limits on your character's death; it can be as intricate or as random as possible, as long as you can argue how it ties into their powers.
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|Name| [indent]Full name/Nicknames[/indent]
|Age| [indent]15+, but I'm willing to consider children if you have a good enough reason[/indent]
|Gender| [indent]M/F[/indent]
|Sexuality| [indent]Keep it real folks, gotta love diversity[/indent]
|Piercings, Tattoos, Scars| [indent]Scars pertaining to death included[/indent]
|Personality| [indent]Give us an idea of who we're working with[/indent]
|Why your character was in Renata| [indent]Visiting family? Vacationing? Lost? Native?[/indent]
|The Circumstances of the Death| [indent]Also explain how it ties into their powers[/indent]
|Power| [indent]Give me a description of the extent to their new skills[/indent]
|Biography| [indent]What's the story so far?[/indent]
|Other| [indent]What else should we know?[/indent]
Old Gods
Death made you because he is tired of the old gods. Whether because they have quarreled or aren't doing their job correctly, he is done with them. I would make the gods myself, but I feel as if you should have more control over the god that corresponds to your character. Please submit it with your character sheet if possible. It also doesn't matter if they are based off a Greek or other gods already in mythology, or if its brand new
[center][h1]Full name[/h1] [img]Realistic please, no anime[/img][/center]
|Name| [indent]Original names + any other names they might be called[/indent]
|Age| [indent]Super old or super new?[/indent]
|Gender| [indent]M/F/N[/indent]
|Domain| [ident]What do they control? What is outside of their reach?[/indent]
|Other| [indent]What else should we know?[/indent]
The Old Gods' Purposes
While they mostly run things from their little havens, some mingle among humans and other earthly beings. And now, with new demigods to compete with, some are out and about, hiring creatures to try and sabotage Death's proteges. Yet others have become recluses, hiding away from all other powerful beings in fear they might be collaborating with the challengers
Powers already taken
Occupied powers shall be listed here
-Control of the earth and soil -Control of storm and lightning -Control of fire -Control of winds -Control of empathy and emotion -Control of dreams and hallucinations -Control of energy and cold
Accepted Old Gods
Old Gods will go here
Death
|Name|
Death, Thantos, Anubis, and a world's variety of cultural names and symbols to represent what is definite in life
|Age|
As old as life
|Gender|
N
|Domain|
He and his servants carry the souls of the passed to the underworld. Being one of the oldest of gods, he knows many tricks and valuable information on just about everything. The other Gods' darkest secrets, their dearest wishes. He knows all. The dead may be dead, but their spirits still speak
|Personality|
Everybody sees him differently. Hateful, spiteful, merciful, blind. In reality, he is uncaring. He has wished for almost nothing during his whole existence. Makes you wonder why all of a sudden he uses his real powers; the gift of life.
|Other|
Death knows humans try to dictate his meaning and form a philosphy from his practice. He finds it amusing, the way they try to cage a god's intentions, and that they believe he has any at all beyond doing his duty
Persephone
|Name|
Persephone, original name was Kore
|Age|
Old as fuck, still looking fly
|Gender|
Female
|Domain|
Queen of the Underworld and Goddess to the spring. She shares her powers of soil and earth with Joel, but is more practiced and skilled. During Fall and Winter, her extent over plant life weakens, though Joel's does not.
|Personality|
Persephone has had many personas over the years. As Kore, Demeter's daughter of spring, she was shy and quiet, passingly beautiful. But as Persephone, Queen of Hell, she hardened and grew a backbone. With the arrival of her competitor, she will do close to everything to keep her thrown. While she secretly empathizes with Joel because of their similar circumstances (kidnapping), she can't let go of her position
|Other|
Despite being the Queen of Hell, she has no domain over the dead. She can sense and communicate with them, but she cannot influence them by supernatural means
Iskur, the Stormruler
|Name|
Iskur, Hadad, Pidar, Rapiu, Ba'al, Zephon
|Age|
Approximately 7,000 years
|Gender|
N
|Domain|
Iskur's domain lies in gaia's wrath - the thunderstorm. The zenith of its power is the hammer of justice, the lightning strike, which it uses to destroy those who challenge mother earth. Iskur presides over hurricane winds and ice storms as well, though these are merely byproducts of its presence.
|Personality|
Iskur is an ancient being, its will shaping the very foundation of the earth, though it was not embodied until roughly seven thousand years ago. It does not possess a consciousness relatable to the human mind, though on a fundamental level it carries some aspects. Iskur was once more peaceful, but fair, providing sowing winds and healing rains to mankind. It gave bountiful harvests when deserved, and scourged farmlands barren for the unjust. But now the winters are long, Iskur floods in the spring and starves in the fall, and unforgiving hurricanes shatter the land, for mankind has corrupted the earth, and Iskur has become the embodiment of vengeance absolute, yielding only to power.
|Other|
Iskur is a great and terrible force and does not deign to manifest itself before humankind. It exists only within the most destructive hurricanes, and if you were lucky, or unlucky, enough to survive within one for long, you might glimpse the silhouette of a colossal winged being before it stole you from this existence.
Apollo
|Name|
Apollo, known in the mortal realm simply as “Jack”
|Age|
Super old but don’t mention it. Seriously, it will only make him mad.
|Gender|
Male
|Domain|
God of archery, music, poetry, prophecy, medicine, and god of the sun. Like John he has a hot temper, pun intended. Unlike John, he is rarely able to get his temper under control.
|Personality|
Apollo doesn’t much care for anything beyond his carnal pleasures and his music. He’s quick to get into a fight and usually comes out on top, having a natural sense for which fights are in his favor.
|Other|
While the sun is under his domain he does not share John’s affinity with flames. He admires John’s natural talent with music but is secretly afraid that if the two were compared that John would come out on top.
Zephyr, Goddess of the West Winds
|Name|
Zephyrus, Zephyr, Anemoi, Favonius
|Age|
Zephyr stopped counting after centuries
|Gender|
F
|Domain|
Zephyr's reach extends to the winds, going as far back to ancient winds. Her control of the winds is excellent, almost seeming as if the rough, malevolent winds were her plaything.
|Personality|
Zephyr was mostly benevolent throughout her 'earlier' years, granting safe passage and luck during harsher times of early humanity. Although now she had grown uncaring (mainly due to the curse of immortality making her indifferent), with her expression not shifting in the slightest even when informed of the new 'demigods'. She cared little for them, though still having that slight tinge curiosity, as did the other gods, infact being slightly amused by the antics of Death. Her immortality even made her enjoy the mantra of 'Who wants to live forever'? Even if she does fulfill her duties, she wouldn't mind being overthrown.
|Other|
Zephyr has affiliations with other 'wind' gods.
Terpsichore, Mother of Sirens
|Name|
Teri
|Age|
Like really old
|Gender|
F
|Domain|
Terpsichore is the goddess of dance and music, and the mother of sirens. In mythology she is usually depicted with a lyre, but in this new world she mostly prefers the tambourine.
|Personality|
Terpsichore prefers to be called Teri, since other than being a mouthful, it makes her sound like a bad heavy metal album hence she lowkey hates her own name. She is carefree, optimistic and just radiates fun and life that it's almost contagious. Which it is, since her music purposefully feeds people with positive emotions. Though she happily helps mortals in the only way she can, Teri is oblivious to basic human emotions such as sadness, anger or to some degree, love.
|Other|
Sports the boho look, never seen without her top hat.
Avis
|Name|
Avis, also known as Breksta in some mythologies
|Age|
Not the oldest of the old, but still pretty damn old
|Gender|
Female
|Domain|
Avis is the Goddess of Dreams, Hallucinations and the Night. She breathes life into mortal's sleep and keeps them safe from sunset to sunrise. Her reach also, more recently, has extended into the drug world - as many mortals, unknowingly, are thinning the veil between them and her through the use of narcotics. She strays them away from harm in her haven by causing them to hallucinate in their own world, ensuring that her realm is untouched by mankind as it is far too much for a mortal's mind to process.
|Personality|
Over the thousands of years of her existence, Avis has grown somewhat detached from humanity. It has been long since she has felt the warmth of love or the icy touch of hatred - the only access she has to these emotions is through the minds of the mortal world. Because of these, she has developed a fierce protective nature over mankind and will do whatever it takes to save them. She feels nothing but mild disdain towards Tawny, primarily because she knows she is far more powerful than a mere human with gifts.
|Other|
Uller
|Name|
Ull/Uller
|Age|
Old as the seasons
|Gender|
Male
|Domain|
Winter
|Personality|
Uller is bored of living. Of course to cease existing would be to relinquish his power, and his ambition had not receded with his enthusiasm. He’d had his first giddy centuries where everything was new, then when things became tedious he lashed out, forced new things to happen from wars to famines but even the excitement from those never lasted longer than a century or two. He has long stopped caring for mortals and whatever empathy and feelings of goodwill he’d possessed at the beginning left no traces on his shallow and slothful soul.
|Other|
Monsters
Through your death, the world of the supernatural has been revealed; you are no longer blind to the shadows that creep about. These are some of the main creatures our characters may encounter.
Some what related to Death, but not under his domain, the hell hounds sniff about our characters, sensing the death on their skin. While most understand that a god has intervened with your life, some may attack, believing your character is an escapee from hell. Proceed with caution.
Old women that can either be aware or unaware of your circumstances. They screech once they realize your power, alerting any nearby supernaturals of your existence. Beware, for they look more human than one may believe.
Servants to Death himself, undertakers of human souls. While most have been informed not to interfere with your affairs, there are a few rogues working for independent contractors. They cannot kill, but are ready to reap souls the moment your heart stops.
Minor demons, but still nasty little fellows. They may steal your car keys or rip your hair out. Most have childish intentions, but others seek the downfall of Death's children for unknown reasons. Take care when approaching the creatures, they may try to sabotage you.
Poor lost souls bound to Earth through rage and grief. They wander aimlessly, bumping into people like you, those saved by Death. Many will lash out in retaliation, envying your status as saved. Avoid them as much as possible; they cause many disturbances in the supernatural world, drawing unwanted attention.
Have a supernatural creature you want to be in this RP real bad? Message me and I'll consider adding them to the list. As we encounter more creatures, more descriptions will be added
Note: Despite rhetoric implying that our characters cannot die, they can. Although, it can be prevented through magical methods or physical ones as well. Watch out for the grim reapers, though. Message me if you're ready to kill off your character
Two wide stellate scars from a lightning strike: one on his left palm, and the other on the sole of his right food. The strike further seared his forearm and shin, rending the flesh in thin, slightly spiraling lines.
|Personality|
Sig is often compared to a dog in his mannerisms: half the time running endlessly, always seeking excitement, and the other half, passed out on the couch and dead to the world. Optimistic to a fault, he never lets his mood drop, pushing himself through any sadness, impatient fix things. Sig is a socialite, flawlessly making fast friends with anyone he meets, and especially those who share his taste for adventure. That being said, Sig is somewhat insensitive to the needs of others and does not understand anxiety or depression. On those fronts, he is entirely useless.
His own death, and the overwhelming terror of the world beyond life, has deeply affected him, but to an extent not yet known.
|Why your character was in Renata|
Sig was in the middle of a road trip. He separated temporarily from his friends to visit his cousin in Renata.
|The Circumstances of the Death|
To say Sig is an adrenaline junkie would be an understatement, though it is hard to say whether he is brave, arrogant or simply asinine in the face of danger. A massive thunderstorm drifted through the town of Renata one night, and Sig found the darkest place he could on the outskirts of town to witness the awe and power of mother nature first-hand. Stripping off his shirt, he dashed into the torrential downpour and stumbled under a large tree to take shelter as the lightning crashed around him. Each spear illuminated Renata before him, the town erupting in radiance, each time more intense than the last, until at last a bolt of lightning found the tree Sig was leaning up against and arced into him, stopping his heart.
|Power|
Sig's powers seem to manifest when he becomes angry. The sky above him is suddenly invaded by an intense storm, wind and rain buffeting anything nearby. Random flashes of lightning soon follow. At the present, the storms that Sig creates are uncontrollable.
|Biography|
Sig grew up as part of a big family. He had many siblings, aunties and uncles, and even more cousins. While never exceptionally poor, his family as a whole was never very well-off, and large family dinners at his grandparents' house were very frequent.
Sig never received a lot of attention as a child, and it made him a free spirit. It also made him a troublemaker. He almost exclusively spent his time with other people his age, drinking, partying, experimenting. When he graduated highschool, he set out to university and majored in what most of his friends were doing as well: psychology, because it was a quick and dirty bachelor and opened a lot of doors.
After earning his degree, Sig set out travelling, never quite settling down in a job for long. His latest trip brought him to Renata.
Iskur, the Stormruler
|Name|
Iskur, Hadad, Pidar, Rapiu, Ba'al, Zephon
|Age|
Approximately 7,000 years
|Gender|
N
|Domain|
Iskur's domain lies in gaia's wrath - the thunderstorm. The zenith of its power is the hammer of justice, the lightning strike, which it uses to destroy those who challenge mother earth. Iskur presides over hurricane winds and ice storms as well, though these are merely byproducts of its presence.
|Personality|
Iskur is an ancient being, its will shaping the very foundation of the earth, though it was not embodied until roughly seven thousand years ago. It does not possess a consciousness relatable to the human mind, though on a fundamental level it carries some aspects. Iskur was once more peaceful, but fair, providing sowing winds and healing rains to mankind. It gave bountiful harvests when deserved, and scourged farmlands barren for the unjust. But now the winters are long, Iskur floods in the spring and starves in the fall, and unforgiving hurricanes shatter the land, for mankind has corrupted the earth, and Iskur has become the embodiment of vengeance absolute, yielding only to power.
|Other|
Iskur is a great and terrible force and does not deign to manifest itself before humankind. It exists only within the most destructive hurricanes, and if you were lucky, or unlucky, enough to survive within one for long, you might glimpse the silhouette of a colossal winged being before it stole you from this existence.
Two wide stellate scars from a lightning strike: one on his left palm, and the other on the sole of his right food. The strike further seared his forearm and shin, rending the flesh in thin, slightly spiraling lines.
|Personality|
Sig is often compared to a dog in his mannerisms: half the time running endlessly, always seeking excitement, and the other half, passed out on the couch and dead to the world. Optimistic to a fault, he never lets his mood drop, pushing himself through any sadness, impatient fix things. Sig is a socialite, flawlessly making fast friends with anyone he meets, and especially those who share his taste for adventure. That being said, Sig is somewhat insensitive to the needs of others and does not understand anxiety or depression. On those fronts, he is entirely useless.
His own death, and the overwhelming terror of the world beyond life, has deeply affected him, but to an extent not yet known.
|Why your character was in Renata|
Sig was in the middle of a road trip. He separated temporarily from his friends to visit his cousin in Renata.
|The Circumstances of the Death|
To say Sig is an adrenaline junkie would be an understatement, though it is hard to say whether he is brave, arrogant or simply asinine in the face of danger. A massive thunderstorm drifted through the town of Renata one night, and Sig found the darkest place he could on the outskirts of town to witness the awe and power of mother nature first-hand. Stripping off his shirt, he dashed into the torrential downpour and stumbled under a large tree to take shelter as the lightning crashed around him. Each spear illuminated Renata before him, the town erupting in radiance, each time more intense than the last, until at last a bolt of lightning found the tree Sig was leaning up against and arced into him, stopping his heart.
|Power|
Sig's powers seem to manifest when he becomes angry. The sky above him is suddenly invaded by an intense storm, wind and rain buffeting anything nearby. Random flashes of lightning soon follow. At the present, the storms that Sig creates are uncontrollable.
|Biography|
Sig grew up as part of a big family. He had many siblings, aunties and uncles, and even more cousins. While never exceptionally poor, his family as a whole was never very well-off, and large family dinners at his grandparents' house were very frequent.
Sig never received a lot of attention as a child, and it made him a free spirit. It also made him a troublemaker. He almost exclusively spent his time with other people his age, drinking, partying, experimenting. When he graduated highschool, he set out to university and majored in what most of his friends were doing as well: psychology, because it was a quick and dirty bachelor and opened a lot of doors.
After earning his degree, Sig set out travelling, never quite settling down in a job for long. His latest trip brought him to Renata.
Iskur, the Stormruler
|Name|
Iskur, Hadad, Pidar, Rapiu, Ba'al, Zephon
|Age|
Approximately 7,000 years
|Gender|
N
|Domain|
Iskur's domain lies in gaia's wrath - the thunderstorm. The zenith of its power is the hammer of justice, the lightning strike, which it uses to destroy those who challenge mother earth. Iskur presides over hurricane winds and ice storms as well, though these are merely byproducts of its presence.
|Personality|
Iskur is an ancient being, its will shaping the very foundation of the earth, though it was not embodied until roughly seven thousand years ago. It does not possess a consciousness relatable to the human mind, though on a fundamental level it carries some aspects. Iskur was once more peaceful, but fair, providing sowing winds and healing rains to mankind. It gave bountiful harvests when deserved, and scourged farmlands barren for the unjust. But now the winters are long, Iskur floods in the spring and starves in the fall, and unforgiving hurricanes shatter the land, for mankind has corrupted the earth, and Iskur has become the embodiment of vengeance absolute, yielding only to power.
|Other|
Iskur is a great and terrible force and does not deign to manifest itself before humankind. It exists only within the most destructive hurricanes, and if you were lucky, or unlucky, enough to survive within one for long, you might glimpse the silhouette of a colossal winged being before it stole you from this existence.
Awesome, I love them both! Go ahead and add Sig to accepted characters and I'll move Iskur into the old gods
Full name: John David McAllister Nickname: JD or David though he answers to pretty much anything
|Age|
27
|Gender|
Male
|Sexuality|
Pansexual (it’s the person not the gender that matters)
|Piercings, Tattoos, Scars|
Tattoo on his left forearm of the kanji symbol for “Duty.” Also has a tattoo arm band on his left bicep of the words “Just Keep Breathing.” From his death he has a long white scar across his back.
|Personality|
Before his death John was a very affable man. Generous to a fault and always trying to help people, he would literally give the shirt off his back to a complete stranger for no other reason than they needed it. After his death though, he has little patience and has a quick temper. His old self and his “reborn” self as he likes to think of it are at constant war of which side of his personality will win out.
|Why your character was in Renata|
John was a beloved history teacher at Renata’s high school. He was very involved in the community and with his family, having only ever left Renata to go to college.
|The Circumstances of the Death|
John was chaperoning a school dance being held in an old building in part of Renata’s historic district. The building wasn’t up to code and the decorations, all flashy and needing a lot of outlets, caused the wiring in the building to catch fire. He got as many students out as he could as the building quickly went up in flames. Searching for any stragglers he found a student hiding that hated him and the feeling was mutual. John urged him to get out and when the boy refused a beam from the ceiling fell. Without hesitation John shoved the boy out of the way, the beam falling across his back, pinning him to the ground. He pleaded with the boy to get help and even though he ran outside to the waiting firemen he didn’t let anyone know where John was or that he was even still inside. Dying from smoke inhalation death found John and gave him a second chance. John emerged from the building, everyone amazed that he had managed to get himself untrapped from the beam, something they chalked up to adrenaline.
|Power|
John can manipulate fire, the angrier he is the more intense the flames are but the less control he has.
|Biography|
John is the oldest of five siblings, he has four younger sisters, some of whom still attend the high school he teaches at. He’s always enjoyed History and was very excited to accept a job teaching at his alma mater. He grew up in Renata and can’t imagine living anywhere else.
|Other|
Aside from history John also loves music but doesn’t like to share his talent with others, being his own worst critic.
Apollo
|Name|
Apollo, known in the mortal realm simply as “Jack”
|Age|
Super old but don’t mention it. Seriously, it will only make him mad.
|Gender|
Male
|Domain|
God of archery, music, poetry, prophecy, medicine, and god of the sun. Like John he has a hot temper, pun intended. Unlike John, he is rarely able to get his temper under control.
|Personality|
Apollo doesn’t much care for anything beyond his carnal pleasures and his music. He’s quick to get into a fight and usually comes out on top, having a natural sense for which fights are in his favor.
|Other|
While the sun is under his domain he does not share John’s affinity with flames. He admires John’s natural talent with music but is secretly afraid that if the two were compared that John would come out on top.
Shaun suffers from 'resting bitch face', and coupled with his shy and awkward disposition he was mostly left alone, seeming unapproachable. He was surprisingly sharp, and intuitive, easily masking his emotions due to prior experiences. After his 'death', he was made more suspicious and untrusting, using his own bias to judge people, not easily changing his mind once it was made up. He also has a slight case of shell shock due to his incident.
After his death he has an extreme discomfort to wearing anything tight around his neck (like ties or bows), leaving them loose and hanging, never tight.
|Why your character was in Renata|
Shaun was out travelling but somehow ended up lost, with his car running out of gas in an unknown area (Renata).
|The Circumstances of the Death|
He got out of his car and began exploring around, looking for a gas station or any nearby houses to ask for some assistance/help. Due to uncharted land, and his lack of knowledge he somehow ended up finding a shadowy figure burying a large bag. Shaun was shocked and stumbled out on a fallen branch and made noise, alerting the figure. After a long scuffle he would rather not recall he was asphyxiated with a plastic bag. All he said was at that moment was that he was extremely desperate for one last gasp of breath.
|Power|
Shaun becomes embodied by ancient winds, although seeming more viscous and malignant with it producing a distinct whistling/howling, almost deafening as if it was shrieking. It's almost as if the wind were alive. Sometimes the wind becomes difficult to control and placate, so he has to forcefully stop his powers. His powers are like an untamed beast, so much so that his own winds cut him at times.
|Biography|
Shaun was an only son in the Defron family- his parents usually keeping him an arms length away and drowned themselves in their work. Through this he learned how to be self-sufficient and did all the house work, chores, food, etc by himself. Even in his own studies he had no help at home, only being done by himself- his parents making him unintentionally responsible in that regard.
After graduating he had decided to take a short vacation for himself, with his money that he had saved and some his distant parents granted him. Someone ending with him getting lost in Renata.
|Name|
Zephyrus, Zephyr, Anemoi, Favonius
|Age|
Zephyr stopped counting after centuries
|Gender|
F
|Domain|
Zephyr's reach extends to the winds, going as far back to ancient winds. Her control of the winds is excellent, almost seeming as if the rough, malevolent winds were her plaything.
|Personality|
Zephyr was mostly benevolent throughout her 'earlier' years, granting safe passage and luck during harsher times of early humanity. Although now she had grown uncaring (mainly due to the curse of immortality making her indifferent), with her expression not shifting in the slightest even when informed of the new 'demigods'. She cared little for them, though still having that slight tinge curiosity, as did the other gods, infact being slightly amused by the antics of Death. Her immortality even made her enjoy the mantra of 'Who wants to live forever'? Even if she does fulfill her duties, she wouldn't mind being overthrown.
15+, but I'm willing to consider children if you have a good enough reason
|Gender|
M
|Sexuality|
Demisexual
|Piercings, Tattoos, Scars|
A piercing on his left ear
|Personality|
Shaun suffers from 'resting bitch face', and coupled with his shy and awkward disposition he was mostly left alone, seeming unapproachable. He was surprisingly sharp, and intuitive, easily masking his emotions due to prior experiences. After his 'death', he was made more suspicious and untrusting, using his own bias to judge people, not easily changing his mind once it was made up. He also has a slight case of shell shock due to his incident.
After his death he has an extreme discomfort to wearing anything tight around his neck (like ties or bows), leaving them loose and hanging, never tight.
|Why your character was in Renata|
Shaun was out travelling but somehow ended up lost, with his car running out of gas in an unknown area (Renata).
|The Circumstances of the Death|
He got out of his car and began exploring around, looking for a gas station or any nearby houses to ask for some assistance/help. Due to uncharted land, and his lack of knowledge he somehow ended up finding a shadowy figure burying a large bag. Shaun was shocked and stumbled out on a fallen branch and made noise, alerting the figure. After a long scuffle he would rather not recall he was asphyxiated with a plastic bag. All he said was at that moment was that he was extremely desperate for one last gasp of breath.
|Power|
Shaun becomes embodied by ancient winds, although seeming more viscous and malignant with it producing a distinct whistling/howling, almost deafening as if it was shrieking. It's almost as if the wind were alive. Sometimes the wind becomes difficult to control and placate, so he has to forcefully stop his powers. His powers are like an untamed beast, so much so that his own winds cut him at times.
|Biography|
Shaun was an only son in the Defron family- his parents usually keeping him an arms length away and drowned themselves in their work. Through this he learned how to be self-sufficient and did all the house work, chores, food, etc by himself. Even in his own studies he had no help at home, only being done by himself- his parents making him unintentionally responsible in that regard.
After graduating he had decided to take a short vacation for himself, with his money that he had saved and some his distant parents granted him. Someone ending with him getting lost in Renata.
Zephyr, Goddess of the West Winds
|Name|
Zephyrus, Zephyr, Anemoi, Favonius
|Age|
Zephyr stopped counting after centuries
|Gender|
F
|Domain|
Zephyr's reach extends to the winds, going as far back to ancient winds. Her control of the winds is excellent, almost seeming as if the rough, malevolent winds were her plaything.
|Personality|
Zephyr was mostly benevolent throughout her 'earlier' years, granting safe passage and luck during harsher times of early humanity. Although now she had grown uncaring (mainly due to the curse of immortality making her indifferent), with her expression not shifting in the slightest even when informed of the new 'demigods'. She cared little for them, though still having that slight tinge curiosity, as did the other gods, infact being slightly amused by the antics of Death. Her immortality even made her enjoy the mantra of 'Who wants to live forever'? Even if she does fulfill her duties, she wouldn't mind being overthrown.
|Other|
Zephyr has affiliations with other 'wind' gods.
Looks good! Just remember to put his age and full name, then you can transfer Shaun into characters and I'll put Zephyr in the gods tab
Full name: John David McAllister Nickname: JD or David though he answers to pretty much anything
|Age|
27
|Gender|
Male
|Sexuality|
Pansexual (it’s the person not the gender that matters)
|Piercings, Tattoos, Scars|
Tattoo on his left forearm of the kanji symbol for “Duty.” Also has a tattoo arm band on his left bicep of the words “Just Keep Breathing.” From his death he has a long white scar across his back.
|Personality|
Before his death John was a very affable man. Generous to a fault and always trying to help people, he would literally give the shirt off his back to a complete stranger for no other reason than they needed it. After his death though, he has little patience and has a quick temper. His old self and his “reborn” self as he likes to think of it are at constant war of which side of his personality will win out.
|Why your character was in Renata|
John was a beloved history teacher at Renata’s high school. He was very involved in the community and with his family, having only ever left Renata to go to college.
|The Circumstances of the Death|
John was chaperoning a school dance being held in an old building in part of Renata’s historic district. The building wasn’t up to code and the decorations, all flashy and needing a lot of outlets, caused the wiring in the building to catch fire. He got as many students out as he could as the building quickly went up in flames. Searching for any stragglers he found a student hiding that hated him and the feeling was mutual. John urged him to get out and when the boy refused a beam from the ceiling fell. Without hesitation John shoved the boy out of the way, the beam falling across his back, pinning him to the ground. He pleaded with the boy to get help and even though he ran outside to the waiting firemen he didn’t let anyone know where John was or that he was even still inside. Dying from smoke inhalation death found John and gave him a second chance. John emerged from the building, everyone amazed that he had managed to get himself untrapped from the beam, something they chalked up to adrenaline.
|Power|
John can manipulate fire, the angrier he is the more intense the flames are but the less control he has.
|Biography|
John is the oldest of five siblings, he has four younger sisters, some of whom still attend the high school he teaches at. He’s always enjoyed History and was very excited to accept a job teaching at his alma mater. He grew up in Renata and can’t imagine living anywhere else.
|Other|
Aside from history John also loves music but doesn’t like to share his talent with others, being his own worst critic.
Apollo
|Name|
Apollo, known in the mortal realm simply as “Jack”
|Age|
Super old but don’t mention it. Seriously, it will only make him mad.
|Gender|
Male
|Domain|
God of archery, music, poetry, prophecy, medicine, and god of the sun. Like John he has a hot temper, pun intended. Unlike John, he is rarely able to get his temper under control.
|Personality|
Apollo doesn’t much care for anything beyond his carnal pleasures and his music. He’s quick to get into a fight and usually comes out on top, having a natural sense for which fights are in his favor.
|Other|
While the sun is under his domain he does not share John’s affinity with flames. He admires John’s natural talent with music but is secretly afraid that if the two were compared that John would come out on top.
@Inertia also...maybe Shaun accidentally stumbled upon to the crime scene of Joel's death? ;) both murdered by the same person, maybe they have a stronger connection than others because they were killed by the same person. You up for that idea?
@Irisity So the Renata strangler strikes again...I sense a mystery is afoot!
I didnt think it would be much of a thing but if it shapes to be that way, i wouldn't mind . I think it would be an interesting element, a human conflict on a supernatural story
@Inertia also...maybe Shaun accidentally stumbled upon to the crime scene of Joel's death? ;) both murdered by the same person, maybe they have a stronger connection than others because they were killed by the same person. You up for that idea?
Had that in mind actually hahaha! Also, no idea how the full name and age slipped up, I remembered writing it, probably lost in transit my bad!
Triple pierciings, one on the upper cartilage, both ears "The Moxy Boob" band logo on her left wrist, a horizontal scar on her right one.
|Personality|
Betsy is the charismatic front woman of an underground punk band called "The Moxy Boob". A woman oozing with unwavering confidence and energy on stage, on a regular day Betsy is a shy and quiet individual. She can be emotionally volatile but at most she's nice company to be with, who has a fondness for sarcastic banters that one will surely need some luck getting a serious notion out of her. Though slow to trust at first she values companionship and would even go as far as conforming to their bad ideals. Pretty much all her life her strict family disowns her for being one with the 'satanists', as they would quaintly put it. Betsy never had a lot of friends but the few that she has is far from her parent's claims, it is with her chosen companions that she's at her element the most, the only people that could ever keep her grounded and nothing in this world would make her think otherwise.
|Why your character was in Renata|
Her band was on tour in Renata, at a local club.
|The Circumstances of the Death|
At the night of the band's performance, the band organizer threw a post party event that same night. The place was a pure riot zone, booze and drugs were the regular thing in such gatherings. That time Betsy was having a heated argument with Eric, the band's bassist, her bestfriend and her former "ex" all at the same time. That time Betsy was thinking of disbanding which Eric didnt take lightly, among other personal things to which the pair hadn't exactly sorted out.
At the same time she was dealing with her brother's death, Matt, the only person in her family who she loves was a soldier who died while stationed in Syria the night before. She was an emotional mess because of it and to top it off with the argument she had with Eric, getting really high and drinking herself to numbness alone in the club's bathroom was the only way she knew how to make the misery stop, taking in more than her own body can handle. That night she was found dead in the bathroom cubicle, caused by alcohol poisoning.
|Power|
Empathy, the ability to emotionally control somebody's feelings. She can channel it when looking deeply into the person's own eyes or through music when dealing with a mass target. It is most effective when she is emotionally driven herself.
|Biography|
Betsy grew up in a strict household from Nebraska. She spent most of her childhood in a farm ranch and sang on the church choir. She lived together with her parents and older brother, Matthew. Her parents specially her father was considered very controlling of his own children, to the point that his way of disciplining them would reach to extremes. When Betsy's parents found out that she was having a relationship with a girl, they were furious. Her family openly disdains (to put it lightly) of such values. Not taking any of their bullshit beliefs anymore, she ran away from home. She cooped up with a group of musicians and after spending some time with them in gigs, they conceived "The Moxy Boob".
|Other|
What else should we know?
Terpsichore, Mother of Sirens
|Name|
Teri
|Age|
Like really old
|Gender|
F
|Domain|
Terpsichore is the goddess of dance and music, and the mother of sirens. In mythology she is usually depicted with a lyre, but in this new world she mostly prefers the tambourine.
|Personality|
Terpsichore prefers to be called Teri, since other than being a mouthful, it makes her sound like a bad heavy metal album hence she lowkey hates her own name. She is carefree, optimistic and just radiates fun and life that it's almost contagious. Which it is, since her music purposefully feeds people with positive emotions. Though she happily helps mortals in the only way she can, Teri is oblivious to basic human emotions such as sadness, anger or to some degree, love.
|Other|
Sports the boho look, never seen without her top hat.
Triple pierciings, one on the upper cartilage, both ears "The Moxy Boob" band logo on her left wrist, a horizontal scar on her right one.
|Personality|
Betsy is the charismatic front woman of an underground punk band called "The Moxy Boob". A woman oozing with unwavering confidence and energy on stage, on a regular day Betsy is a shy and quiet individual. She can be emotionally volatile but at most she's nice company to be with, who has a fondness for sarcastic banters that one will surely need some luck getting a serious notion out of her. Though slow to trust at first she values companionship and would even go as far as conforming to their bad ideals. Pretty much all her life her strict family disowns her for being one with the 'satanists', as they would quaintly put it. Betsy never had a lot of friends but the few that she has is far from her parent's claims, it is with her chosen companions that she's at her element the most, the only people that could ever keep her grounded and nothing in this world would make her think otherwise.
|Why your character was in Renata|
Her band was on tour in Renata, at a local club.
|The Circumstances of the Death|
At the night of the band's performance, the band organizer threw a post party event that same night. The place was a pure riot zone, booze and drugs were the regular thing in such gatherings. That time Betsy was having a heated argument with Eric, the band's bassist, her bestfriend and her former "ex" all at the same time. That time Betsy was thinking of disbanding which Eric didnt take lightly, among other personal things to which the pair hadn't exactly sorted out.
At the same time she was dealing with her brother's death, Matt, the only person in her family who she loves was a soldier who died while stationed in Syria the night before. She was an emotional mess because of it and to top it off with the argument she had with Eric, getting really high and drinking herself to numbness alone in the club's bathroom was the only way she knew how to make the misery stop, taking in more than her own body can handle. That night she was found dead in the bathroom cubicle, caused by alcohol poisoning.
|Power|
Empathy, the ability to emotionally control somebody's feelings. She can channel it when looking deeply into the person's own eyes or through music when dealing with a mass target. It is most effective when she is emotionally driven herself.
|Biography|
Betsy grew up in a strict household from Nebraska. She spent most of her childhood in a farm ranch and sang on the church choir. She lived together with her parents and older brother, Matthew. Her parents specially her father was considered very controlling of his own children, to the point that his way of disciplining them would reach to extremes. When Betsy's parents found out that she was having a relationship with a girl, they were furious. Her family openly disdains (to put it lightly) of such values. Not taking any of their bullshit beliefs anymore, she ran away from home. She cooped up with a group of musicians and after spending some time with them in gigs, they conceived "The Moxy Boob".
|Other|
What else should we know?
Terpsichore, Mother of Sirens
|Name|
Teri
|Age|
Like really old
|Gender|
F
|Domain|
Terpsichore is the goddess of dance and music, and the mother of sirens. In mythology she is usually depicted with a lyre, but in this new world she mostly prefers the tambourine.
|Personality|
Terpsichore prefers to be called Teri, since other than being a mouthful, it makes her sound like a bad heavy metal album hence she lowkey hates her own name. She is carefree, optimistic and just radiates fun and life that it's almost contagious. Which it is, since her music purposefully feeds people with positive emotions. Though she happily helps mortals in the only way she can, Teri is oblivious to basic human emotions such as sadness, anger or to some degree, love.
|Other|
Sports the boho look, never seen without her top hat.
Very creative! Go ahead and move Betsy into characters
