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Name: Uriah Collins
Age: 23
Birthday: August 22, 1993
Nationality: British/American Dual Citizenship
Ethnicity: British, and German
Birth Place: Oxford, England
Current Residence: Las Vegas, Nevada
Gender: Male
Education: Bachelors in Criminal Justice
Mortal Job: Police Officer

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Pantheon:Crime, Corruption, and Trickery
Height: 155cm/5'10
Weight: 165lbs
Build: Lean
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Black
Skin Tone: Pale
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: 11 tattoos, and 3 piercings.
Personal Style:

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Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality:
Habits:

• Biting his nails when nervous
• Running his hand through his hair, even pulling on it when he is stressed or anxious.
• He does bite his lip when a scheme has found its way into his head.

Hobbies:

• Gaming
• Partying
• Running
• Mmessing with people
• Reading
• Working part-time as a dealer

Fears:

• He has a fear of losing, this will cause him to sweat and shake a little. Defeat and failure, in general, make him cringe especially if he knew that he bit off more than he can chew. This fear is even worse if he planned to win but ended up failing anyway.
• Uriah has a fear of pain.
• Lastly he has a great fear of Lighting. For some reason, the booming sound and rumble just cause him to quake in his boots.

Likes:

• Video and Tangible Games
• Red Pandas
• Cars
• Bright Lights and Tall Buildings (Urban Environments)
• Winning
• Cute things (i.e stuffed animals, phone charms, bunnies)
• Suits (He looks good in them.)

Dislikes:

• People who resist their urges ("A life without sin is a life not worth living.")
• Hicks (Its the 21st century, get a phone)
• Pointless arguments that waste time
• Conservatives (Why live in the past?)
• Those who fake their emotions (he thinks they are weak)
• The Type-A personality
• Perfection (Uriah thinks there is nothing really perfect in this world)

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Bio: When did you realize you're a god and such. Do you WANT to be a god? Do you want to ascend to the heavens or hell or do you just wanna be a cool guy with superpowers?

Family: Dead or alive you have them. You can also faceclaim as well

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Name: Lyris O'Rourke
Age: 30-ish
Birthday: March 26
Nationality: Ireland
Ethnicity: English blood, Irish heart
Birth Place: Dublin, Ireland
Current Residence: Arizona, USA
Gender: Female
Education: Accounting, drop out.
Mortal Job: Freelance Musician

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Pantheon: Music, Song and Dance a.k.a the Party God
Height: 5'10
Weight: 135lbs
Build: Shapely/curvy.
Eyes: Light Blue
Hair: Wavy. Blonde. About shoulder length
Skin Tone: Rosy
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Has a tattoo of a sparrow on her left forearm, a small lyre just below the nape of her neck, flowers and such scattered around her body which she herself can't really recall how she got it.

Personal Style:

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Carefree * Careless * Good humored * Overly Passionate

Sexuality: Not really interested, or just completely clueless. But if she ever get that feeling, I want Sexual Healing gender is never an issue.
Relationship Status: Single
Personality:


Habits:

* ALWAYS hums or sings a melody idly.
*Fiddles with her giant pendant, absently.
*Always keeps a floral shawl over her shoulders.

Hobbies:
* Gardening
* Singing/Dancing with her tambourine, either with an audience or none
* Window shopping for antiques/ knick knacks
*Hoarding

Fears:

* Solitary Life
* Be cut off from the thing she love the most.
* Going deaf, or crippled.

Likes:

* Music and Dancing (for obvious reasons) Has a preference for the 70's early-80's folk and some classic alternatives. (E.G, Bob Dylan, Joan Baez, Peter Paul and Mary, Fleetwood Mac, among others.)
* Parties/Celebrations, no matter what the occasion. Weddings, Birthdays, Funerals as long as she get to offer her song and dance to the celebrant, whether they like it or not.
* Travelling. A lot.
* Meeting new people from new places.
* The countryside, on a hot windy summer.
* The beach, on a hot windy summer.
* Theater Plays.

Dislikes:

* Depressing moods/setting. She'll find some way to lighten up the room no matter what.
* Getting stuck in one place for a long time.
* Being Alone. The more people/things happening around her the better.
* People with no culture, or at least an appreciation to the musical arts.
* The City, Urban Settings.

Bio:


Family: Audrey, mother, a gogo dancer. Randall O'Rourke, father, independent solo artist. Lyris never met both of them at any point in her life. They both died on a plane crash whilst on a small time tour around the UK.

Stephen, uncle, dad's best friend from Ireland. Raised Lyris, further encouraged her love for music. Father figure.

"I don't want a quote"

Name: Ahab Baha ( Either Baha, Or Ahab)
Age: 27
Birthday:11/11/1991
Nationality: Brazil
Ethnicity: Filipino
Birth Place: Saudi Arabia
Current Residence: At start: Los Angeles , California
Gender: Male
Education: Attending Orthopedic Surgeon, Now: Trying to get PHD in physics
Mortal Job: Attending; Now: Works for an Ablertsons part-time

Pantheon : Balance, Vengeance,
Height:5'11
Weight: 136.8
Eyes: Changes to Grey Outside, Changes to Black inside
Hair: Brown
Skin Tone: Taned
Personal Style: Easy, Anything in his drawers, mostly Black and blue shirts, and Jeans, usually wearing his grey combat boots



Manipulative * Blunt * Talkative * Easy to get along * Cruel( In his own way)

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Personality: To Ahab, his best way of interaction is reading people, it is the most easy to read people when their emotional wards are down, like most of his patients. Either crying about how close to death their so 'cherished' loved one, or worrying if they are going to be okay. Reading people is easy for him, as he had to, making a quick buck as a kid. If you got to have a conversation with him, he would somehow have a lot to say with, 'How was your day?', though, he isn't great at detail.

At work, he likes to speak in monotone to piss off the patient's, though, if the victim dies, he wouldn't be ' Sorry Mrs.Whats-ya-face, I don't know how to say this.. but-' Ahab will just say it, ' Your son's dead, yay!' He would say in mock excitement, 'One less mouth to feed..'
Habits:
Slapping people; especially if they are an asshole
Being a Hypocrite
Hobbies:
Watching Anime
Going into an office, and mess up an OCD person's cubical
H MART
Fears:
Snakes
(An SAO 3)
Cough Drops
Coffee
Fucking Cats

Likes:
Anime
Wine
Asian food
Mochi ice cream
Tigers
Reading
Puppies
Dislikes:
Baal jokes, mostly about himself
Dogs, big ones.
Terrorists, just generally all of them.
People that try to hard
Studying
Hipsters

Bio: In the beginning.... nothing really abnormal happened in Ahabs life, named Ahab because their parents thought it was funny, though the more he thinks about it, it seemed like his dad was high at that time...

Not much is known in his childhood, as it was normal, or TOO normal.Though that was werid, nothing abnormal happened in his life, as if, it was in total balance, ever sense he was born, the parents quit drink and smoking, and had one terrible job that pays low, and a Hugely great job with high pay, his father is drowning in debt while his mother get's free things from her old college friends.

Starting at 3rd grade, he saw some random kid get pushed, someone stole who's cookie? And Ahab, having no idea why, shoved the other kid into a sandbox, getting in trouble for this ' Roughhousing' , asked why he answered bluntly, " 'Cause I felt like it." And it was true, something inside him told him to push him back.. He got most in trouble though, as he kept on keeping chaos in his class, being in the office was a regular thing for him. but, beside all that trouble, he graduated early at 15

He only considered on him being a god when he moved to Baltimore, somehow, his neighborhood, and his college, was in balance, 50/50 Male, Female and when someone in the city is born, someone dies on that day. He didn't notice until he was playing some shooter game, and some 12 year old kid say "Woah! Your a god BRO!" And it hit him, all the evidence shoved into his brain. During his years of residence, he tried to use his 'powers' but the best he could do was, well nothing, he could do anything, so he continued his life, with the secret that his is an god, a fucking GOD!

Now, as he began to mature, his powers began to grow, noticing this as he walked along the beach, a little kid was staring hungrily at a huge cupcake, and found a 5 dollar bill. Instead of buying that cupcake, he gave it to a homeless man, near some bike racks, as Ahab smiled warmly, thinking on how he should have a reward, the kid trips and finds a gold bar! And that was where the kid's parents came in, looking at the bar, and began to holler, Ahab was confused yet impressed, What luck, he said. But as some time passed, while he was mopping the floor, he stopped and though about that boy. He realized that it was HIS doing, and he only chuckled, and continued to mop the floor.