Appearance: A 6' 5" mountain of muscle lies beneath a business-casual outfit typically consisting of a light brown leather coat, a sweater, and a dress shirt with jeans and boots tying it together. A standard issue police badge, pistol, and nightstick are almost always at his side, along with strange chain supposedly connected to his wallet. Silas has no visible tattoos, markings, or scars.
Abilities/Skills: Bachelor degrees in Political Science and Psychology, 7 years of Detective Experience, top graduate from the Police Academy (proficient with sidearms and CQB)
Supernatural Abilities: While not exactly "Supernatural" and more extraordinary are Silas' ability to piece together crime scenes within minutes, his near perfect memory, and his ability to blend into nearly any social situation despite his lack of proper charisma.

In regards to the supernatural, Silas can, in short bursts, increase his strength and stamina drastically (strong enough to throw cars and able to heal up some potentially lethal wounds within seconds), but usually suffers from extreme exhaustion afterwards.

Birthright: Dromi, the mythical chain said to be breakable by only Fenrir, has been in part been bestowed upon Silas. The chain can bind nearly any creature once wrapped around them. Dromi is also the source of extreme strength and stamina for Silas, for these attributes only increase drastically if the chain is wrapped around his right wrist and arm.

History: Silas was always drawn to the idea of promoting justice as he grew up in the midwestern United States. His parents were killed early on in his life in the line of duty, as they were both local police officers who ended up chasing down a bank robber. Things ended up going south as the robber activated an explosive and took out multiple law enforcement officers. Afterwards, Silas was raised by his uncle and his uncle's boyfriend, a criminal defense attorney and an civil litigation lawyer in the suburbs of Chicago. While his uncle was incredibly supportive, it was only natural that the young orphaned child would be molded into a law-abiding citizen with strict morals and a sense of duty towards the law of the land.

When Silas graduated from high school, he was not incredibly popular. He was an athlete and captain of the Mock Trial team at his private high school, but was never particularly charismatic and rarely spent time socializing with others when he could be studying or doing something productive. He was also a nark, which led Silas to call in an anonymous tip when a late-night graduation party with other athletes involved some mild drug usage. He went on to Graduate from Brown University with a BA in Cognitive Science.

Immediately after college, something his uncle had told him changed his life course dramatically. Just an off-hand comment about his parents and how much Silas was living up to their expectations changed everything for the recent graduate. Almost immediately, Silas applied and was accepted through the FBI's SASS after spending two mediating years going through the police academy and working as a police officer. After completing his FBI training, Silas served for 5 years. He helped in mostly minor crimes, but ended up often working in conjunction with FBI SWAT on a few larger cases involving hostages and human trafficking.

Similar to his parents, one of these cases ended poorly. Silas played hero and placed himself in harm's way to protect a victim of trafficking during a tense negotiation. One of the traffickers got jumpy, and the FBI agent placed himself directly in harm's way to ensure the protection of the child. The bullet wound had penetrated deep into his chest cavity, but had just narrowly avoided any major organs. After a few hours on the operating table, Silas was wheeled away to a recovery room.

The first person to visit Silas was none other than Tyr, his real father. The god did not enter with much fanfare, instead disguised as an FBI agent himself to inform Silas that he was being discharged from the FBI. The two had an extensive talk, where Tyr explained the general situation of the world and the importance Silas had in it. Silas' eyes were opened, so to speak, at the abilities he possessed. The Aesir god handed Silas a chain, warning him that its strength came at a cost, before leaving the confused man alone to recover from his injury.

While the investigator was discharged from the FBI, he still moved to New York where he was quickly accepted as a Part-Time investigator for Major Crimes. He was a brilliant detective, often working off the clock with the NYPD on cases to do what he could. At the same time, Silas has been mildly involved in the conflict against the Titans, mostly acting as a small-scale investigator of Titan activity for the past year and a half.

Name: Luka Winter
Age: 19
Pantheon: Aesir
Divine Parent: Loki

Appearance: Luka stands at a shorter than average 5'6" with smoke gray eyes and raven black hair that falls just past his shoulders when not kept in a ponytail. Other than that and his radiant smile that some might confuse for a shit eating grin, Luka is rather plain. The life of an orphan on the streets does not afford one the height of fashion, though with faded jeans, a leather jacket and worn out sneakers, it's not as if Luka has done much to hide his image as something of a punk.

Abilities/Skills: Dropping out of high school as a freshman to run away from the orphanage in which he was raised, Luka survived with his quick wit and silver tongue, and quickly became a rather talented conman. On the rare occasion he couldn't talk his way out of a problem, Luka has proven to be quite the athlete. At least in terms of navigating the urban jungle to avoid the police or angry shopkeepers. Not that he's ever broken the law unless he had to, mind you.

Supernatural Abilities: Though he has been aware of his supernatural nature for little more than a month, Luka has shown a natural aptitude for magic and illusion, a surprise to no one familiar with the legends surrounding his father.

Birthright: At the tail end of Luka's first meeting with his father, Loki plucked a splinter from his thumb. The splinter ended up being a twig of Yggdrasil that had lodged itself in Loki's hand during his descent to Midgard for the visitation. Despite the implication, the twig was functionally a full sized staff. Dubbed the Gambanteinn, it now acts as Luka's primary focus for channeling his magical abilities.

History: I'll write this when I'm not dead.

Note: Although he assumes otherwise, Luka is only the adopted son of the Lie-Smith. Whether he will ever discover his true parentage is yet to be seen.

Name: Ben Anderson

Age: 23

Pantheon: The Pesedjet (Egypt)

Divine Parent: Adopted Son of Osiris Born the Son of Thoth

Appearance: (Ignore the name up top. I stole it from my favorite game.)


History:

Egypt had always been in Benjamin Anderson's blood since long before he was born. His family had been a long line of Egyptologists since when Egyptomania had really caught on in Europe. Unlike many of their peers, the Anderson family had always held a respect for Egypt and her people's history. This respect allowed the family to rocket to the top of their fields since the locals would lead the Andersons to different dig sites well before anyone else could get to them.

After many generations of living in Egypt and America, the Anderson clan considered themselves Egyptians as much as any native born Egyptian. Benjamin Ramses Anderson was born on October 27th (the Feast of Osiris) in the Anglo American Hospital in Cairo, Egypt. Despite the doctor's best efforts, his mother died soon after naming her son and begging her father to keep the boy safe. Doctor Archibald Anderson swore he would keep his young grandson safe in whatever way he could and he would never tell the boy about his father.

His grandfather decided that the best way to keep his Grandson safe would be to take him on archaeological digs with him. Ben flourished in this environment as the boy had a natural desire to learn and seemed to have a knack for learning. Archibald taught his grandson everything that he knew about Archaeology and Egypt in general. He never went to school but the young man did not seem to need it.


Ben loved his life but always felt that something was wrong. That there was something his Grandfather was hiding from him but Ben never could quite figure out what that was. Whenever Ben would ask about his father, his grandfather would make some excuse and change the subject. Ben never could quite figure out why the man refused to talk about it and the whole thing bothered him for years.

As he got older, Ben wanted to see more than moldy old tombs and temples. The young man got his wish when he Ben got accepted to Oxford University with help from his grandfather. It was only proper for an Anderson to go to Oxford and Ben thrived there. Unlike many of his fellow students, he had seen many of the sites they were learning about. He excelled at Oxford but that feeling of wrongness followed him to Oxford.

It all came to a head when he relieved a strange note ordering him to go to a local pub since someone wanted to meet him. Feeling a strange compulsion to obey, Ben went to the pub and saw an odd looking man sitting in the corner. The curly haired business man seemed to draw people to him but Ben felt that the man was there for him. Upon sitting down, the man began talking to Ben like they had known each other for years. He told the young man personal facts that there was no way he could have known. As the man talked, Ben noticed something about the man and that was he had slightly green skin. It was then that Ben had a strange thought. Looking at the man, Ben stammered to the man in his grasp of Ancient Egyptian naming the man the "Merciful Judge of the Blessed Dead, Wesir, Sepa, Serapis and finally Osiris". His use of the names impressed the man who nodded and motioned for the young man to calm down.

The god explained that he had been watching Ben for sometime now. Ben was the son of Thoth by birth but the god of Scribes had decided to allow Osiris to adopt Ben as his own Scion. It had been many years since the Lord of the Underworld had an Scion of his own and Ben was a special case. The two spent the entire night talking as Osiris explained Titans and the wars, It was Ben's turn to join the war but he needed a weapon to support him. So the god handed him an old scroll telling his Scion to protect the book at all costs. The god decided that since he was King of the Underworld, his first Scion in 300 years should be king of the Overworld. Towards that goal, he gave the boy a group of powers to make friends and influence people.

Now, Ben travels the world hunting Titans in whatever way he can. Oddly enough, Osiris has been watching his Scion popping up to give him advice in the Overworld. The god will show up, tell Ben to meet him at some random restaurant, and explain things to him. These meetings are the only thing keeping the young Scion sane since having a book of magic is not an easy new job. Ben is currently searching for a Band of his own.

Abilities/Skills:

• Boxing: Ben learned how to Box when he was younger and enjoys fighting with his fists more than any other weapon.
• Parkour: Spent spent the majority of his life running around ancient ruins. During one such adventure, a French Archaeologist decided to teach him Parkour. Ben uses that skill now to keep himself out of harms way.
• Doctoral Student: Ben was working on his doctorate in Egyptology when he got his visitation meeting. He can read and speak most forms of Ancient Egyptian, Arabic, and English. The whole becoming the son of a god caused him to drop that pursuit for now.
• A decent marksmen: Ben is decent with his Grandfather's old Lee–Enfield No. 4 Mk I rifle. He has been using it to hunt Titanspawn.

Supernatural Abilities:

It has been a long time since the Lord of the Underworld has had a Scion of his own. So the god granted his new son the gifts a king would need to rule. He doesn't understand why his Scion has zero desire to be a king.

• Visage of a King (Epic Charisma) : Osiris granted his Scion the ability to be noticed by the masses and inspire them like a true king must do. Ben just seems to have the power to inspire the people to listen to him or help him with just a smile. People want to help Ben instinctively but for now he cannot make a large group obey him.
• Loosening of the Tongues (Epic Manipulation) : Sometimes being every so charismatic is just not good enough. Sometimes a king needs to stoop to get what he needs. Ben seems to have the uncanny a make people blurt out what he needs them to say. This requires him to focus on one person for now.

Birthrights:


AKA: The Book of The Dead
The Book of Going Forth by Day has gained an odd reputation over the years. Western movies portray it as some evil black book that can do almost anything. However, this is most certainly incorrect. For starters, it is not a book so much as a very large scroll. Unlike most of the mundane versions of the book, this one has the entire 192 spells given by the god Thoth to the mortals. Also these spells actually work if someone can read them. The two most powerful spells involve the use of the purview of Death and Magic (both of which the Book channels). The first one is the ability to call back the Ba of a corpse to animate it. (Unquiet Corpse) It only works if the body has been properly mummified since the Ba would only return to cared for body. However, this spell is small scale compared to the Book's true power. With the proper incantations and rituals, Ben can call a spirit to return back to life in it's body so long as the body is fresh. The price to raise the dead is a high one since Duat does not enjoy giving up a soul. So another sentient being must be sacrificed to take the place of the raised dead.

The main issue is that the book is powerful but requires the full incantations to work properly. He has to focus on the spells for them to work. Most of his spells involve death or the movement of spirits and are very situational. Ben has yet to figure out how to use many of them. Ben keeps the Book in a messenger's bag that he never leaves out of his sight.

((The Book channels the purview of Magic and Death.)

Name: Rainmar "Rainy" Daye
Age: 24
Pantheon: The Loa
Divine Parent: Papa Legba

Appearance: African-American man of average height and athletic build; hair shaved close to the skull; clean-shaven face with square and hawkish profile. His clothes are mostly gym clothes, jeans, and t-shirts.

History: Rainy's early childhood was in Augusta, Georgia, where he lived with his single mother and grandmother. When Rainy was 12, his mother ended her military career and found a job as a physical therapist in Atlanta. Rainy was entranced with the size of the city. Unintimidated, he made friends fast and was a popular student. His mother encouraged Rainy to be an active child, and he took to self-defense and obstacle course training.

As he moved through his teen years, gym friends introduced him to parkour. He became a devotee of the sport, and began exploring more of the city, relying on his reliable sense of direction to find his way.

Eventually, Rainy's explorations led him to darker parts of the city. There, he encountered a group of more daring practitioners who called themselves the Midnight Runners. This group of young men took him to dangerous parts of the city where their skills and speed were necessary to avoid confrontations with territorial gangs. Rainy was puzzled by the occasional "stops" the group made until he figured out that the Midnight Runners made deliveries for a drug lord who relied on their unorthodox traveling style to bypass police patrols.

Gradually, Rainy was drawn in to the criminal underground in Atlanta. While he knew that he was participating in criminal activities, the excitement of moving around the city and avoiding capture was compelling to him. He was also captivated by the colorful – if dangerous - people of this world, and his friendly demeanor and knack for connecting with people helped him to avoid violent confrontations. Rainy eventually came to the attention of Benjamin M'wondo, a real estate investor better known as the drug kingpin Uncle Ben. Uncle Ben took a liking to Rainy, and offered him a job at the Bleeding Heart Hotel a swanky if disreputable place. Rainy was apprenticed as a doorman/concierge while still occasionally making deliveries.

It was on one such run that rainy became uncharacteristically and totally lost. The buildings seemed abandoned, the street signs were missing, and nothing looked familiar. His phone also had no service. After wandering for some time, Rainy came to an intersection lit only by a flickering streetlight. Leaning against the lamppost was a figure that chilled Rainy to the bone: an old man with a cane in one hand and a corncob pipe in the other, wearing an old straw hat and looking extremely amused. Rainy knew the figure only from old images his grandmother had in her old books: Papa Legba.

The old man spoke through Rainy's terror and explained his parentage and the basic ways of the worlds to him. While he was not entirely pleased at the associations Rainy had made, Legba explained that Rainy was at the start of a journey, and that he had not yet come to the important crossroads of his life.

After their long talk, Legba handed Rainy a gris gris bag. When Rainy asked what its purpose was, Legba only grinned his grin and said that it might help him find his way out of a jam every now and again.

Abilities/Skills: Rainy is a good athlete, relying on agility more than muscle. He has earned his brown belt in judo, and his experienced in parkour and obstacle course training. He is very personable and his gifted at bringing together people of disparate backgrounds.

Supernatural Abilities: Rainy can find his way around just about anywhere: a city, an amusement park, a skyscraper office building, a forest. He has an innate sense of the cardinal directions, and can remember the route taken and distance traveled when following an unfamiliar route. Rainy can find a route to a destination of his desire, be it a person or a place. Also, he has astonishingly good luck finding a cab, a bus, or an unlocked door when he needs one.

Birthrights: His gris gris bag, a small red flannel bag filled with herbs, spices and other unknown things. It is tied shut with a drawstring, and Papa Legba has warned Rainy to never open it. It carries a faint smell of a well-stocked spice rack, and possibly a whiff of more ancient things. Rainy keeps it around his heck, tucked under his clothing. He's discovered that what Rainy thinks is his desire is not always what the bag seems to think it is, and he has gone off in search of one thing only to encounter something completely different.