Highly sought after among her people, Tlazōlteōtl inspired many a new vicious desires all the while being the one to forgive and cleanse those sins. It was a delicious cycle. They would come to her, seeking pleasure, basking in their sinful desires before the glory of battle and then the morning after, before taking off to war they would seek her forgiveness. Praying to her for her to bless and purify them. All of which she would bestow, a whispered promise to see them again when they returned. However, just as easily as she could be enjoyed and her sin encouraged, she was still a Goddess who would afflict those around her with diseases should they ever indulge themselves in things they shouldn't. Though, she would be remiss if she didn't encourage the sinful nature of mortals all for the sake of devouring them; thus purifying the poor soul in the process. Through this she helped create harmony within the communities. A lonely life to only be sought after, used and then forgotten. Until the next time.

Tlazōlteōtl couldn't have been more elated to be walking among those that worshiped the ground of which she walked. Basking in the lust and unwavering adoration to her, their Goddess of Purification and Sin. It hit differently, now that she was physically there, a higher being among mortals. Taking on the same skin as them, flesh of the Earth. Bound to everything the world has to offer and in such a permanent way. After a time, it all began to grow stale. It didn't help that her most devoted were soon wiped from the face of the soil she now called home. And a time, her wrath plagued the area of which they used to reside. Time has now passed since, and though her anger is far from smothered, she is at least bolstering it to mingle with the mortals still around.

Sin isn't going away any time soon, so she's noticed, and with the ever changing times new desires crop up at the drop of a hat. Though with all the lust and desires that come creeping up to her, she is without true companionship and love. A void located within her chest. She's taken many a lover throughout her time on Earth - many - though the tendrils of desperate loneliness strangle her soul, squeezing until it's too difficult to breathe. She's resided herself to the notion that she may never be more than anything but a sin eater and though it is far from what she desires, she has learned to push past it. To a degree. For now, she does what she does best, having obtained an old strip club from a longtime customer of her own services, bring out the filth of those around her and take their guilt and applying a more favorable purification on their aching souls.

If anything, Tlazōlteōtl is getting her fill, and business is booming.

Born from Loki - the trickster god – and the giantess Angrboda, the birth of her and her siblings came with a dreadful prophecy. Oden, ruler of the Aesir, could not keep her in Asgard. So he assigned the freezing realm of Helheim to her. Where she would reign. Until Ragnarok begins. Then her realm will quake, the gates of Helheim will be flung open and Hel’s People will march towards Asgard, led by Loki.

As goddess of the dead, she tends to those who died “dishonorably”. The ill, the old, those who did not die in battle. These people are cared for with a loving, numbing embrace. To murderers and perjurers, Helheim unleashed her frozen glare. Making them suffer for an eternity. Her dominion will not be denied and even the gods are not free from death’s grasp. As is shown in the tale of Baldur Odinson. Who died and went to Helheim. Hermod, another one of Odin’s, descended into the realm and begged the Queen of the Dead for his brother’s return. She declared that only if every creature in every realm begged for Baldur’s return, she would release him. When a single giant refused to plead for the fallen Aesir, Hel made her will known and Baldur remained in Helheim.

Hel did not think she would walk across Midgard before Ragnarok would ravage it. When she first opened her eyes upon the world, she felt a moment of elation. Before dread set in. The dead were without their caring queen. She had to return. At first she spend day and night amongst graveyards. Where the connection with the dead was still strong. This left her isolated and alone. A feeling she was used to. It didn’t take time until she became the graveyard keeper and diligently carried out her duty. It was around this period that she developed insomnia. Which she simply put to good use by tending to the graves, at day and night. The insomnia gave her a gaunt, hauntingly beautiful look.

Then once more her life was uprooted. Once more she tended to the graves, this time in Seattle. Alone. Unwilling to look up any of the Aesir and Vanir, who never came to visit her in Helheim either. At night she used her insomnia for a nobler purpose: to become a doctor through night schooling. Years faded into eachother, as did day and night. Every hour was a repetition. As a doctor, Hel was adept not at curing patients but at making their final moments peaceful. As well as accurately identifying the reasons why someone died. She gained quite some fame amongst the Seattle Courthouse as an expert on cadavers and corpses.

The patron saint of the ocean (particularly the Ogun River) and protector of women, Yemoja was a decorated deity in the Yoruba panteon. She was one of the primordial entities tasked by Olofi, the supreme being, to assist in preparing the world for the arrival of mankind. And the task that she took initiative in was creating the waterways and the oceans, most importantly the sacred Ogun River. After it's creation her next task was to watch over the mortal women under the Yoruban panteon's care and it was not a task that Yemoja faltered in for not even a second. Mothers had births without a hitch, infertility was cured, and not a child was harmed under her care. However, at the end of the day, anyone who called the Ogun River home was under her protection. While she never had biological children of her own, she raised young Gods without parents, including Shango.

When she lost her power, the golden age of women and the Ogun River was over. Women and children everywhere began to suffer and Yemoja was powerless to do not a thing about it. It was horrifying that they were the ones being punished for the actions of fools. Yemoja held her tongue as she was forced to leave her homeland and going from place to place... and felt powerless as no Goddess like herself should ever bring herself to be at the mercy of humans. They're too powerful and wise... but it was that damn colossus that meant that she couldn't do anything about it.

Yemoja took the name Heidi Thomas in a bid to appear somewhat American. And she, recently, had to settle in Seattle (Geddit?) and tried to do something to help out fellow women. This is why she became a social worker... and she felt disappointed that she had to watch the ocean fall to ruin but with big companies dumping waste, she couldn't do a thing about it as a human. Though Yemoja was a pretty damn good at her job, she didn't get paid a whole lot and Seattle was expensive as shit. So it wasn't working so she ended up taking a side gig as a stripper at a local strip joint... even though she ended up taking a motherly role, much to the other strippers dismay.

Born of Kane Milohai, who wrought the earth, sky and heavens, and the Earth goddess Haumea, Pele is one of the fourteen children, seven sisters and seven brothers. It is from the enmity between these siblings that Pele arrived in Hawaii, after her exile at the hands of Kane Milohai for her fiery temper and conflict with her sister Namakaikahai, Pele wrought Hawaii into a paradise, making her home within the great calderas of the volcanoes that stand sentinel across the island chain.

Though she is capable of great acts of destruction, and possesses the temper to provoke such acts, Pele is both destroyer and creator. It was through her mastery over the world's molten core that she wrought the Hawaiian Islands into being, forging them from the lava that ruptured forth from the mouths of her volcanoes. Those who worship Pele speak of her as Madame Pele or Tutu Pele, while others know her as Ka wahine ‘ai honua, ‘the woman who devours the land’.

Peles initial reaction to being made earthbound was fury and anger. The goddess had never expected that she would leave Hawaii. It was her world. When she’d created the islands she’d kinda just figured she’d stay there for eternity. Afterall, who in their right mind would go anywhere else - it was paradise!

But alas, she had no choice, and was forced to move along with the Colossus. As Pele slowly began to spend more time with the humans, she found herself relishing in their world. And whilst some gods used their time productively, she spent many years just having fun - dancing, partying, experiencing. Humans were more interesting than she had thought! Yet the only problem was that as she did not age, Pele found herself constantly having to make new friends & leave her old ones behind. To her surprise, she began to feel lonely, something which she had rarely experienced as a goddess. This was a new and rather unwanted feeling, one that she was entirely uncomfortable with.

Being dragged from place the place at least allowed Pele to explore new locations, something she had relished doing since childhood. It was fun to experience different cities and people. That and she liked the funny accents. Until Seattle. Pele did not like Seattle. It was cold, rainy, and had no volcanos (of course this wasn’t exclusive to Seattle but still - no volcanoes!?). Restless & grumpy, she was forced to focus her attention elsewhere. Pele became intensely interested in cars, finding their power and speed thrilling. She began working on fixing them up, eventually starting a job at a small but tight-knit workshop in downtown Seattle. It is through this that she was introduced to the worlds of drag and street racing. This suited Pele down to the tee, the goddess finding herself thriving in the competitive and lively sports. True to form, street racing has landed her in trouble with the law on more than one occasion - not that this really concerns her.

At present, she has mixed feelings about her current life. Although she enjoys it, as each year passes, she becomes increasingly concerned that maybe she will never get to go back to Hawaii. Maybe they will be stuck in this cycle for eternity... Pele tries not to ponder on this too much but she would likely jump at any opportunity to get it all back, if one was presented to her.