^{Dionysus is first and foremost the god of intoxication, and he has no control over that. There is a constant aura surrounding Dio that lowers the inhibitions of those around him. He has no control over this power and often forgets that it even exists. This power starts off very small, such as making them listen to harmless suggestions more likely. The longer one is close to Dionysus, the more pronounced the effects become.}

^{As the Watchman of the gods Heimdall was renowned for his eyesight and his great perception abilities even when compared to other gods. This ability of perception has carried over to his life as a mortal to a less extent. While he can no longer look across the nine realms with clarity, he is able to take in everything before him. In practice this allows Heimdall not only the ability to read his opponents movements, but also able to see even the smallest of details in a crime scene.}

^{She can create pheromone/mist around her that causes those nearby into a relaxed state that appears as if they are sleepy, hallucinations for her targets being an unfortunate side effect to this relaxed state. She has no control of what they will see, good or bad as her powers are weakened now.}

^{The lifespan of any mortal who has spent time around Hebe will lengthen, although this will be imperceptible to them. Gods and mortals alike will also feel the vigor and enthusiasm of youth when in her presence. Once the serving of ambrosia would've been her province, though now the World Tree is on earth, she is bound to go there alongside her brethren's and no longer has any claim on its revered gifts.}

^{Phobos can sense fear around him. He can tap into ones darkest, deepest fears and make it a near reality. To mortals this can feel like a heavy pressure surrounding them and can leave them paralysed by the sheer terror.}

^{Despite the centuries, the promise Freya took from every living thing is still in effect. The Aesir and the Vanir, and the living things of Midgard may not harm Baldr, no matter how they might try. They are bound by ancient magic, magic that even Baldr could not untangle.}

^{With a simple touch of his hand the Lawgiver of the gods gains insight into the person and whether or not they are truthful in their intentions. Like a supernatural sense of sight, Týr can detect the internal, true, condition of a person and therefore judging them accordingly. A sixth sense atop his already godly retained abilities.}

^{Comus can generate alcohol and alcoholic beverages, including beers, wines, and spirits, whether by drawing them from already existing sources. It makes for a great party trick to the already shitfaced mortals. Even better? No need to get up for refills.}

^{A flip of the coin, a roll of the dice, the click of a button, so many things in life are left up to chance. One never quite knows what to expect; sure they could wake up and go about their daily routine as normal, but they could also trip on their way out of the shower and break their neck. Bad luck. Or they could find a crisp twenty dollar bill with no owner. Good luck. So many things are left to chance that it becomes easy to blame it all on luck rather than self; but of course, behind every roll of the dice, every saying of "good luck", Tyche is there. To say that she controls luck would be incorrect. No one can truly control luck anymore than they can control fate. But she can influence it. In times past she could bestow good fortune on some and bad on others, though now it seems all she can do is passively influence, good or bad, the fortunes of those around her. Some people get lucky. Others don't. It doesn't matter to her, it's far more interesting this way, yes?}

^{Despite her domain having nothing to do with the more common, internet use of the word 'salt', some might say her power is being a short fused (emphasis on short, she is not tall) little goblin but that's just a matter of coincidence. Her power comes in two varieties. The primary one is that around her, people tend to be more willing to say things that come to mind - though it only works on women, hence the 'dissolute women' aspect of her domain. The second part of her power, and really the best part of being friends with her, is that she can passively perfectly season food. Because salt. This is why she eats way too many french fries - for her money, the best thing mortals have ever invented. Salt and vinegar chips are a second place.}

^{The whispering voice in the back of your head that says to bring another to the dance floor; no, that sound isn't the saxophones of a certain carless whisper but rather the unspoken shot of confidence to make you approach the unapproachable in a social setting. Freyja had many powers in her time and most have been locked away in the chest of her boudoir, so to speak, but none stung quite so much as losing her handle on the finer points of seiðr. Still, it's not all a loss. She might not be able to conjure illusions but she can still inspire others with her voice and general aura. It's not perfect. Nothing is. But Freyja has a way of inspiring women to go for it with a well placed word and of courting men with a well placed careless whisper. With the right words of divine inspiration she can make her own kind of magic and never be left wanting for whatever she may desire, be it an object or, well, a desire. She doesn't have a one hundred percent success rate, but then who does?}

^{Under cover of night, anything goes. The secrets come out to play. The restless stir. The night has its fun before the dawn spoils it all away. There was a time when the moon being in the sky meant Tsukuyomi had eyes everywhere, could see the world under moonlight, every nook, every crany, nothing beyond her reach or her vision. Sad that she can't claim as such anymore. She can, however, claim perfect vision when the lights are out, when the moon is high. There is no darkness she can't see through as clear as day; fitting for one whose domain is when the normal are asleep. In contrast to her paramour, Tsukuyomi can also dim and turn off any light - unless a certain bright spot fights her on it. Try as she might to deny it, the sun always rises and with it the light. While not killed by the light like some kind of vampire, she vastly prefers the night to the day. It's no wonder she's so pale.}

^{What do you get when you mix powdered root of asphodel and an infusion of wormwood? Well, beyond ten points to or from your house of choice, the answer is no one really knows. Alchemy is a fine art. A fine art of dashed and dabs, of mixtures and stirring, of trial and error. Cerridwen has an almost encyclopedic knowledge of remedies and tonics and, importantly, herbs, and how they work together. It's almost like she can talk to the earth and its riches in order to help her own salves and potions. In a different life she could've been a doctor. Her knowledge of what plants and herbs and grains are remains, and she can say what they are upon sight, but she no longer hears their voices, and more and more of her crops have come out lacking in later years. Concerning. For her customers, anyway.}

^{Produces an aphrodisiac that causes the target to envision Aphrodite however is most pleasing. Beauty truly is in the eye of the beholder after all.}

^{Jorm can hold her breath an ungodly amount of time to the point some might think she can breath under water (which she cannot). She also moves effortlessly through water though this is more practice than power.}

^{Once Deimos could sweep over battlefields, spreading terror and strife. Making formerly brave men run before the first swords had clashed, fuelling victory for whichever side her father had deemed worthy. After the fall her powers were drained and no longer could she cause such widespread chaos. Now, when she inflicts pain upon a person, their dread begins to amplify. The more pain she causes, the more they will begin to be paralysed by the feeling of terror, until they are left in a catatonic state. Causing the pain itself is sublime to the goddess but what is more sweet is the dread that lingers, the fear of suffering once again. It is this that Deimos feeds upon and which is the true source of her power. It creates an aura of terror around her which render anyone within frozen with fear.}

^{Sifs hair was at first, just hair. Beautiful, golden and long for sure, but still...just hair. However after Loki rudely shore it all off and it was replaced by magically imbued locks, (wrought by the dwarves themselves) it became something more. Her golden tresses were able to change with her emotions, giving a glimpse into her inner self, of which she had never shown before. At first it was mortifying and embarrassing to be so naked but eventually she became able to control it. And this was fine until the fall. Now her control has lapsed once more and when her emotions become overwhelming, it can change. When she feels calm again it will go back to its normal state, and if she tries super hard, she can sometimes force an emotion (and consequently the colour & length of her hair). Usually though, it's more of a hassle than anything else.}

^{Amaterasu was once the source of the sun’s light itself. These days, however, she’s capable of controlling a light source. Turning it on, brightening it… she can’t shut them off or dim them though. That was never her domain.}

^{In the past when Poseidon ruled the sea and shook the earth, he knew all that traveled within his domain: the sea spoke to him in ways only deities with equal control could fathom. The animals, the organisms -- he knew what they felt and could speak directly to them. From Great Whites to clown fish to the algae to the dead corals in the reefs of Australia, Poseidon could feel all their love and pain. But this is no longer the case and where in fact he cannot hear all the whispers and musings of those that he once held dear to him, Poseidon can still feel the emotions carried through waves. It is not as far reaching, but anytime he is in water, within a three mile radius, he is able to hear and feel the cries and laughter of the sea. Creatures that have murder on their mind whether out of survival or being the alpha of the sea. In turn, this turned a once greedy, vengeful god into a more empathetic one with such a connection to the oceans that it fuels his potency for love, as well.}

^{Once the fastest man alive, Hermes’s body remembers what it once meant to go that fast. He is capable of withstanding great g-forces, and his stamina and lung capacity are quite impressive. He’s built for speed, and he is eternally grateful that his divinity is still present in a way such as this.}

^{The Sun sees all. Before Ra could learn all about one simply but using there True Name. Such power is no longer his to wield. However, the sun still watches over all. Once a day Ra can scry where the sun is at its apex. To specify, it can show him a location over which the sun hangs the highest. At midnight in the US he can scry in the middle-east, for example. He does require a solid, bronze disc to peer through though. He can only do this for an hour at most per day.}