[OOC] 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

[Venus]

Mictēcacihuātl, Goddess of Death & the Underworld

_{"Desde el día en el que nací, traigo la estrella que llevo. Sé que a nadie se la debo, y solo me protege a mí."}

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx HUMAN 𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗦 Marcela Alejandra Castillo 𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 23-26 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗥 Owner of Peaceful Rest Memorial Gardens Hitwoman of the Scarlet Dragon	𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 Loyal Passionate Strong-Willed 𝑩𝑨𝑫 Sardonic Arrogant Temperamental 𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 To return to her beloved land of Mictlan, and hopefully be reunited with her husband Miclantecuhtl in some way or form. 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 When your only fear becomes a reality, you don’t really lose sleep over anything else again. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx	xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx DEITY 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗬 Mictēcacihuātl 𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 Goddess of Death & the Underworld 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗢𝗡 Aztec

𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬

In the Aztec pantheon, Mictēcacihuātl is the "lady of the dead." Along with her husband, Mictlāntēcutli, Mictēcacihuātl ruled over the land of Mictlan, the lowest level of the underworld where the dead reside. As their queen, she has the responsibility of guarding the bones of the dead and governing over their festivals. It is believed that she was born and sacrificed as an infant, grew up in the underworld and eventually became the mate of Mictlāntēcutli. Together, Mictlan’s rulers had power over all three types of souls dwelling in the underworld: those who died normal deaths, heroic deaths, and non-heroic deaths. In order for the deceased to be accepted into Mictlan, offerings to the lord and lady of death were necessary, and the worldly goods buried with the newly dead were intended to ensure their safety in the underworld.

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬

When Mictēcacihuātl and her husband were ripped away from their beloved Mictlan and banished to Earth to live as humans, they found themselves feeling confused and highly upset. Finding out that the culprit behind their misfortune was a mortal, however, only served to infuriate them further, and the couple went on a rage-fuelled killing spree that lasted nearly a decade. But they soon realized that no matter how many humans they slayed, it would not take them back to their domain, and they eventually resigned themselves to their new normal.

Of the two Aztec underworld rulers, Mictēcacihuātl was the one who took things more favorably. The young woman quickly molding herself to whichever new destination the Colossus was moved to, finding comfort in the presence of her husband. But Mictlāntēcutli despised their new reality. He resented being away from Mictlan, in cities with people he didn’t know and languages he couldn’t understand. The man grew more restless with each passing day, in a slow descent into the madness that would drive him to attempt his escape. He bid goodbye to his tearful, terrified wife with a strong embrace and a heated kiss, promising to come back for her before setting off into his voyage of freedom.

That was the last time Mictēcacihuātl ever saw her husband again.

When the Lady of the Dead received the news of Mictlāntēcutli’s passing, the inconsolable Mictēcacihuātl became a shadow of who she had once been. The spark in her brown eyes had disappeared, her smile was but a memory, and her once proud, arrogant demeanor was reduced to a shadow of itself. Grief had consumed her whole, tearing her down in ways she’d never thought possible. Finding nothing but pain in the sights of her fellow deities-- constant reminders of the love she had lost--, Mictēcacihuātl isolated herself from the world, opting to live as a hermit in the forests of whatever location the gods were sent to. For centuries, the Queen of the Aztec Underworld was not seen or heard of, and many assumed she had chosen to follow her husband into the afterlife.

They were wrong.

In the 1900’s, Mictēcacihuātl came back with a vengeance. The time away had served to harden her once-broken heart into steel, and had given her a new purpose for her existence. There was a lucrative business in the death industry, she quickly realized. Armed with this knowledge and her previous role in the Aztec underworld, Mictēcacihuātl invested the funds gained from her assassinations as the hitwoman of Bakunawa to commercialize death. Under the name Marcela Castillo, Mictēcacihuātl created Peaceful Rest Memorial Gardens: a company with nation-wide locations that provided beautiful, well-maintained spaces for buried or cremated souls to rest in peace. As expected, her business had taken off instantly, and had not seen a dip in revenue yet. Her role in the Seattle crime underworld certainly helped with that.

All in all, life was good for Marcela Castillo… If you pushed aside the drinking, prescription pills and night terrors, that is.

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Aengus Óg, the Young One

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx HUMAN 𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗦 Angus Aangy O'Malley 𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 30 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗥 Professor of Poetry Advice Columnist for The Stranger	𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 Cunning Gregarious Bright 𝑩𝑨𝑫 Over Zealous Disorganized Tactless 𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 Aengus wants nothing more than to be freed from the Colossus, to spread his words of love to all those with an ear to listen. To play his ballads like the romantic rascal he is. To inspire the youth to take charge of their own destinies and forge for themselves a new path through his silver tongue; with poetic licensing of course. Back to a time where all he did was by the whims of himself and no one to tell him otherwise. For now, he's satiated with playing the John Keating role with which he was based. 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 His voice to be crushed and his language to be squandered. For those who hear him fail to listen and take his blessings and proclimations in vain. For love to die before it blooms. Aengus wants the world to thrive and flourish in it's own time, sure, but to squash the romantic rebellion that is youth in motion is a sin he cannot forgive. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx	xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx DEITY 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗬 Aengus Óg 𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 God of fatal love, poetry and youth 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗢𝗡 Celtic

𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬

Young is the son who was begotten at the break of day and born betwixt it and evening

Aengus Óg; The Irish god of youth, love fatal love at that, and poetic inspiration; attributes that successfully overlapped one another culminating in one form — as youthful love often brought poetic inspiration to those within it. The son of the Dagda, chief of the Tuatha Dé Danann, and Boann, Aengus used his cunning and use of poetic language often allowing him to get the better of his elders. Oft times winning him his enemies' properties from under their noses. Aengus was inspired and crafty and used his wit and music to charm women, inspire kings, and slip out of trouble at the drop of a few syllables. He inherited much of his guile and charm from his father, the Dagda and served as one of the chief bards of the Tuatha Dé Danann, a the mighty tribe.

Unlike most pantheons and their strenuous relations with their parental figures, Aengus and the Dagda got along like a pair of thieves. By the time he came of age, Aengus had become quite clever young man — easily taking what he could, when he could. Conspiring with his old man to steal the home of someone from under their nose. Finding loop-holes and exposing them for all they are worth is something of a gift for Aengus. In Old Irish, “a day and a night” could just as easily mean “all days and all nights.” His most memorable recounting of a tale, he enjoys listening and telling the world stories of his exploits, would be the one of his dreams. When a mortal gal infiltrated his slumber, a beautiful creature that capture his attention with ease. He attempted to search for her but all attempts failed. After two years of searching, he managed to locate the maiden—Caer Ibormeith.

_{On the shores of a lake called the Dragon’s Mouth, Aengus found 150 women bound in chains. At the conclusion of Samhain, the end of the Celtic year (on October 31st), these women would be forced to spend a year as swans. Believing the woman of his dreams to be part of the group, Aengus struck a deal with the women’s captors: if he could recognize his dream maiden as a swan, he could marry her. As soon as the women were transformed, Aengus turned himself into a swan and called out to his love. Upon finding each other, they flew off together and sang a song so beautiful it caused the captors to fell asleep for three days.}

However, Aengus is not only a pretty face and has brutally murdered out of rage and of being slighted that giving him the domain of fatal love was not misplaced. Nor should others attempt to recreate the beheading of his brother's wife.

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬

When the fall came and snatched him from his homeland, Aengus was furious. He had been taken from the comfort of his lands and tossed into the realm of mortals with nothing to fall back upon. Aside from his gifts, he s'pposes. It was many years of dwelling among those that worshiped him and his kin, that he began to thrive. His words still had effect on those around him—albeit on a smaller scale, but it was something. Aengus could still reach out and touch people with the words that sat on the threshold of his lips and could sing and perform as he always had done. It was not so different from the Before. Except, that he was virtually alone. No more wife of his, with which he poured his heart and soul into. No more teaghlach, no more family. So, he's set about traveling the world, in accordance with the obelisk, the bane of his existence, hoping to one day be rid of the monstrosity and get back to performing the world over as he was meant to do.

[Danvers]

Nemesis, Goddess of Divine Retribution

N E M E S I S , G O D D E S S O F R E V E N G E
N E M E S I S , G O D D E S S O F R E V E N G E

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx HUMAN 𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗦 Nicolette 'Nikki' Anderson 𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 22 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗥 Bounty hunter	𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 Confident & self-assured High-spirited & playful Capable & quick-thinking 𝑩𝑨𝑫 Vindictive & wrathful Argumentative & bullheaded Stubborn & tenacious 𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 To balance the scales, and make gods & mortals alike pay for evil deeds and undeserved good fortune. 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 That she will never have a harem. To be completely alone. Despite her outwardly cocky and arrogant appearance, the goddess of revenge most fears being abandoned by all others. To be shunned by friends, family, lovers...that is the one thing she would most abhor. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx	xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx DEITY 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗬 Nemesis (a.k.a Rhamnousia) 'The Inescapable' 𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 Goddess of vengeful fate, rightful retribution and revenge 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗢𝗡 Greek

𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬

Daughter of Nyx & Erebus, Nemesis was a primordial deity & the goddess of vengeful fate, rightful retribution and revenge. She was a remorseless goddess who would show her wrath to any mortals that committed hubris or evil deeds. She was also known as Rhamnousia or Adrasteia, meaning 'one from whom there is no escape'. It was Nemesis who ensured an equal balance of happiness and sadness, as well as good and bad luck; because of this she would often have to deal with the consequences when Tyche, Greek goddess of Good Fortune, was too generous. Her most famous deed is that related to Narcissus. Seeing the handsome hunter Narcissus treat his admirers with contempt, Nemesis lured him to a pool where he saw and fell in love with his own reflection, eventually withering away and dying from being unable to look away from his own beauty.

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬

Whilst other gods wallowed in self-pity or succumbed to the vices of the mortal world, after the fall Nemesis continued as she always had done. Her purpose was to deliver revenge and retribution to both gods & mortals, and she would not let something as trivial as the Colossus stop her. Thankfully mortals still succumbed to as much hubris and sin as ever, and the goddess found herself drawn to wherever there were punishments to be doled out. She went on to have many jobs over the centuries, not limited to torturer, executioner and even a brief stint as a spy master (the fact that she had to disguise herself as a male to undertake these roles is still something that Nemesis begrudges greatly, and which she still complains about to this day).

Unfortunately Nemesis also found that mortals were apt to punish innocent people. Unhappy with such an imbalance, the goddess took it upon herself to turn the tables on those who would give out unjust retribution. Whether it be seeking revenge on witch hunters in Europe, pursuing Nazi collaborators after the World Wars, or joining Catherine de' Medici's infamous Flying Squadron. The latter is still one of her fonder memories...as one of nearly eighty ladies-in-waiting, Nemesis was particularly close with Isabelle de Limeuil, the two often working together to seduce the men at Court. And whilst most of the other ladies used their talents to seek information for political leverage, the goddess specialised in weeding out those amongst the nobility who would look to betray (or had already betrayed) the crown.

However as time moved on, so did the way that mortals viewed punishments, and such practices as torture became less acceptable. Having no desire to submit herself to the hands of the law, Nemesis eventually begun working as a Bounty Hunter. Unsurprisingly, she excelled in this field, eventually being given the nickname 'The Hound' by her fellow hunters due to how single-mindedly she would chase after criminals. In addition to this work, Nemesis has spent the last decade or so dabbling in work as a tattoo artist. Admittedly, some of her earlier work was...sketchy (pun intended) but she has developed her skill over the last few years, even doing some work on some of the other gods. She's most proud of the work she did on the Frat boys...mainly cause most of them were heavily intoxicated at the time and had a lovely surprise the next morning.

Extra: Dave

[Krusader]

Cu Chulainn, Hero of Ireland

Cu Chulainn , Hero of Ireland
Cu Chulainn , Hero of Ireland

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx HUMAN 𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗦 Conor McQuillan 𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 25 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗥 Police Officer/MMA Trainer	𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 Honorable Hardworking Protective Loyal 𝑩𝑨𝑫 Cocky Hot-Headed Blunt 𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 Cu Chulainn’s main ambition is to see the green shores of his home once more. To achieve this however he doesn't entirely care whether he is still a mortal or returned to his god status. Rather he just wishes to simply be able to watch over his people like he once did. 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 Given his previous life as a mortal Cu Chulainn mostly fears breaking his gessa’s once again. While such things may not affect him anymore he is not in the mood to test such a theory. Moreover, as a warrior, Cu Chulainn fears being forgotten with his fame and reputation being thrown to the wayside. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx	xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx DEITY 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗬 Cu Chulainn 𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 god of Heros and Battle 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗢𝗡 Celtic

𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬

Cu Chulainn or Sentante as he was once called was an impressive individual and famous for his many feats even in his youth. The most notable of these early achievements was the slaying of the beast of Chulainn. Having arrived late to dinner of which he had been invited to, hosted by the esteemed smith of king Conchobar, Sentante was attacked by the massive guard dog. Mistaking the hound for a wild Beast Sentante wrestled the great creature to the ground killing it in the process. Feeling sorry for the death of the smith's guard dog Sentante swore servitude to both the smith and king until a replacement could be found earning him the name Cu Chulainn, The Hound of Chulainn.

As a gift for Chulainn's bravery and service, the smith offered Cu Chulainn his choice of any weapon in the kingdom that could withstand his great power. After great searching and testing only one weapon proved up to the task of being wielded by Cu Chualinn. A beautiful spear crafted long before his or the king's time known as Gáe Bulg. hastily Cu Chulainn grabbed the weapon and left insearch of glory and battle before he could hear of the curse bestowed onto the weapon, That any Man or Woman capable of wielding the weapon would live on in glory but would suffer an early grave.

While his fame and reputation grew and spread far and wide nothing was close to his final days as a mortal on earth. While traveling to the border of Ulster CuChulainn was created by three beautiful women who had offered to shelter and feed him for the night before he continued his journey. Under obligation to accept Cu Chulainn joined them for dinner before continuing on his travels. It was here that Cu Chulainn could see his fate before him. Standing in the river he was meant to cross was a beautiful woman washing something in the river. Upon closer inspection, Cu Chulainn realized the clothing in question looked exactly like his armor. Knowing this was punishment for breaking his sacred Gessa, Cu Chulainn accepted his imbedding doom and charged headfirst into battle.

Just as the omen had foretold, Cu Chulainn was mortally wounded the next day in combat against the invaders of his country. Still possessing the strength of a thousand men nonetheless, Cu Chulainn held off the army forcing them to retreat before clasping against a stone looking over his beloved country. As his final command, Cu Chulainn ordered his men to tie him standing up to the stone so that he may die on his feet a warrior should and so that he may look over his land even in death. As he took his final breaths nether side of the battle, daring to move for fear that the great Cu Chulainn may still draw breath, it wasn't until a single crow rested on his shoulder that it was clear of his passing.

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬

Life after the colossus was an interesting one for Cu Chulainn. Unlike most other gods Cu Chulainn himself had once lived as a mortal and so took it slightly better than most. However, this small advantage did not stop him from being consumed by a blinding rage at his current situation. He had little anger for the fact of once again being a mortal but what he did feel anger for was the fact he was no longer able to watch over his beloved land or fill the hearts of warriors with the courage needed for battle.

For many years Cu Chulainn was unsure of what to do with his time on the earth. For the most part, he simply wondered as far as he could before the colossus began to drain his strength away, hoping to find answers. Unfortunately unlike most of the gods, Cu Chulainn found nothing but more unanswerable questions.

As time furthered however Cu Chulainn grew to accept the fact that he was trapped for the time being and focused on doing what he could for those around him. Turning to the one thing Cu Chulainn had always known, He found his home in fighting. Lucky for him the one thing humans were good at no matter the region or people, it was fighting. Dedicating himself to whatever was that form of combat, Cu Chulainn made an effort to perfect every style he came across meeting many great fighters he would have easily called his friends and mentors.

Outside of that, however, Cu Chulainn did find one more aspect that filled his life with purpose. Since his first time in the grand country of America, Cu Chulainn had found a love of law enforcement like many of his Irish brothers. Cu Chulainn found joy in being able to defend people even if it wasn't those from his own land.

[KZOMBI3]

Juno, Protectress of Rome

J U N O , Q U E E N O F T H E G O D S
J U N O , Q U E E N O F T H E G O D S
_{𝓸𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓽 𝓭𝓾𝓶 𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓾𝓪𝓷𝓽}

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx HUMAN 𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗦 Regina Kingsley Pavo 𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 30 - 35 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗥 Founder & CEO of Solatium	𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 Protective & Advisory Tenacious & Astute Voracious & Magnetic 𝑩𝑨𝑫 Vindictive & Spiteful Bellicose & Impatient Envious 𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 To have Rome return to it's former glory and protect her and all her people. Counseling her husband, brothers and the rest of her pantheon in matters of importance. For love and the cycle of marriage to be tempered back into place and thrive once more; as was intended. Protection of the woman of the world - not just Rome, demand her presence and shelter. Rise above the rest, have her own glory returned. Juno will obtain what she seeks. 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 For everything she and her husband and family have worked so hard to achieve come crashing and burning down around them as it had once before. If she fails to be there for them, it would crush her like nothing else. Family and Rome; and the women of the universe are her treasures. If she cannot protect and lead and guide them, then she will raze it to the ground and start anew. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx	xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx DEITY 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗬 IVNO Juno Lucina 𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 Goddess of Marriage, Home, Family Champion of Women Protectress of Rome 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗢𝗡 Roman

𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬

Juno; the wife and sister of Jupiter, goddess of marriage, home, and family. The protectress of the nation as a whole while also keeping special watch over all aspects of women's lives; a champion. Alongside Jupiter and Minerva, she was worshiped as part of the divine ruling triumvirate known as the Capitoline Triad. Though she, like her fellow Romans, share similar characteristics with the Greeks, Juno would be the first to pull back her shoulders and crush anyone who would say they were one in the same.

Juno is “Mother”, “Midwife”, “Queen”, and “Light Bringer” the head matriarch that stood atop the throne of the Roman Empire with Jupiter. As matron goddess of the Roman pantheon, Juno oversaw all matters related to the health and growth of the Roman state and the people who comprised it. She provided counsel and was an adviser for the pantheon and empire. Juno herself was the foremost among the goddesses and the principle goddess of the Roman State, viewed as a protector of the lives of women especially those of married life. Serving also as the goddess of childbirth. Viewed as a comforter of women and something of a guardian angel. A savior of the people. Let's see Hera compare. She was particularly associated with the cycles and processes related to women. She blessed marriages, oversaw sexual reproduction, and ensured the safe arrival of children.

There is an instance, of many, in which the Queen of the gods grew envious of her husband when he birthed Minerva. So, in her green hazed rage she turned to Flora; goddess of spring and flowers asking for her assistance in having a child. The goddess of family craved the motherhood she bestowed upon her patrons so much. Flora pressed a flower to Juno's stomach and the rest is history; Mars came into the world and everything was right. Not long after she and Jupiter would parent many more children; Bellona, Vulcan, Juventus, to help cultivate, shape and lead Rome into the future.

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬

Juno witnessed first hand what the Colossus could achieve at a base level when it pulled them down from their pedestals. And it wasn't until news of the first wave of deaths, of the godly kind, and it's growing power reached her ears that she began to take the obelisk more seriously. Being thrown from her home, and then being separated from her family for a time, was something she took great offense to. In all her time on earth among the mortals she spent it continuing her duties as she did when she ruled over the lives of man, alongside her husband. Juno was not one to back down from challenges presented to her and she inserted herself into all aspects of counsel, making the ears of mortals bend to her words and will. All in the hopes of finding her pantheon among those of power. It's where they belonged, so it was fitting place to search. In the meantime, she would press forward with the ideals of rebuilding Rome. For Rome. As well as taking up the armor of protection for the women of the realm.

Early on, Juno started up Solatium, hoping to enact some sort of guidance for the women of the land. In the beginning it was harder than she initially realized, believing that she would be able to lord her status as Juno Regina; though the mortals cared not for grand delusions or so they diagnosed her. For a time, she was on a lower scale of importance when it came to the men of the world. Women were no better than slaves, or the dirt upon which they walked. Juno vowed to take charge of rectifying this alongside every other thing tacked onto her plate. And eventually, her work and the work of others paid off, and women were moving up in the world. With the help of Solatium, Juno was able to take the women who weren't progressing and craved a better life for themselves and their communities and presented to them the opportunities and the means.

Even though she's been successful throughout the centuries, it still wasn't enough. She was still separated from her kin and only recently was able to locate them wholly. While she ran Solatium, she was also a trusted third party counsel and advisor to those that paid her hefty fees and kept an ear out for any chatter that might point her in the direction of her pantheon. Though, lending her services to others put her in a compromising situation, leading to her coming under suspicion of passing along trademarked business secrets for her latest clients. Four years of grueling house arrest and conducting her own research has lead her to finally locate her family. Now that all charges have been dropped and she's been found innocent even though she isn't, specifically in this instance, business is still going strong she's ready for a reunion. A long over due one.

[Venus]

MOVED TO CS TAB

[KZOMBI3]

Hati, of the Moon

H A T I , H E W H O H A T E S
H A T I , H E W H O H A T E S
_{𝓶𝓪́𝓷𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓻}

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx HUMAN 𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗦 Hadley 'Haddy' Wolff 𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 mid 20s 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗥 Recovery & Enforcement Agent aka Bounty Hunter	𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 Tenacious Confident & Self-assured Voracious Fierce 𝑩𝑨𝑫 Impressionable Cold & Resentful Sadistic Capricious 𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 To overtake and devour and have the blood of the Sun and Moon rain down on the earth. Break free of the chains that bind him and his family to an eternity of servitude and isolation. Bring forth the end of days and truly become free. However, with being on earth as long as he has Hati is no stranger to the idea that such things will not come to fruition. His father and brother are free - Colossus aside - and they are together. Hati wants to live out his remaining immortality regardless of how long that is, doing what he wants, with his brother. Taking no orders, just Hati doing Hati. 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 For everything to fall apart at the end. To wind up alone and desolate with no purpose. To be forever chained to the position that Odin has charged him and his brother with; to never know true freedom. Never be able to roam the earth free of all things that bind him to a false sense of duty. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx	xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx DEITY 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗬 Hati Hróðvitnisson 𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 Devourer of the (Norse)Moon 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗢𝗡 Norse

𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬

When the Great Wolf, Fenrir, began to run amuck, he first went back to the place where he was born. It is not known what happened to him there, save that when he left, his maddened devouring rage had begun in earnest, and a wolf-woman of the Jarnvidur had borne two wolf-pups, the very image of their father. Sköll and Hatí were thrust into the world. _{While Hati's name means "Hater". Hati is also sometimes given two different last names - Hróðvitnisson (Son of Rage) and Managarm (Moon-hound).}

When Fenrir was chained, Hati and Sköll were the only ones who came to defend him. Loki and Angrboda themselves did not interfere, knowing the necessity of the binding, but the young sons tumbled forth in a vain attempt to free their father. Instead, they were captured by the Aesir, and Odin put them to use, bespelling them as he had bespelled the Great Snake. Sunna and Máni had often been known to dawdle or change their course, which meant that the days and nights were not always dependable and on time. Máni was especially bad at this, as he liked to look down on what was happening, and the adventures played out below his feet enchanted and delayed him. There had been complaints about this from many mouths, and so Odin put the two wolves into the sky as a way to make the chariots run on time, as it were. Hati was bespelled to give chase Máni's dog-cart, and Sköll was similarly charged with herding Sunna's chariot as a dog herds sheep. Making sure they were to keep with their paths trailing across the skies.

While they do not spend all of their time in the sky - when the Sun and Moon are on time and stick to their schedules, the twin wolves were able to run "free" on the earth below - if either sky-etin is late, Hati and Sköll are lifted into the sky to do their job. Until the time of Ragnarök, when they will catch and devour these heavenly bodies.

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬

A terrible calamity befell the earth, causing it to tremble and shake. The stars seemed to fall from their home in the heavens. When ashen white fur gave way to creamy flesh was the exact moment Hati realized something was horribly wrong. An imbalance within the universe. Aside from Máni and Sunna's tardiness. Glancing to his brother and reaching, holding him tight as they descended to Midgard was the only thing he could think to do. Being condemned to walk the mortal realm was just another form of binding. They were not truly free, just as they were never truly free before. Odin was still somehow to blame for this, even though he too suffered at the hands of the Colossus. Roaming the lands, always tethered to the allusive and mysterious obelisk was something that annoyed Hati to no end. He was able to venture and traverse the plane upon which he was stuck, but he wanted more. He wanted true freedom. No longer having to concern himself with Ragnarök and the prophecy he had a hand and bringing about. Now his time was focused on unleashing the blood thirsting tendencies within him. Hati and Sköll have been keen on reuniting with the rest the family, seek their father out in order to provide some sort of comfort for one another. A sliver of muscle memory from before the Fall when the twins had tried to visit while Fenrir was chained up. And to lay into Loki for refusing to lift a finger to help.

Unlike Sköll, Hati took to chasing and the capturing and dealing withs of criminals. A bounty hunter through the ages. Anything that would allow him to run and chase, to hunt and devour. The perfect hound of destruction. Something Odin took advantage of once more, instead presenting the chains of duty as something more glamorous than his previous offer. Head of Security, officially. Unofficially, personal guard dog. For a time Hati complied, easily swayed for the silver tongue Odin adapted over the course of his company spent with Loki. Until he retired and therefore Hati was free to return to a more... morally grey occupation.

[Danvers]

Sköll, Bringer of Day

S K Ō L L , O N E T H A T C H A S E S T H E S U N
S K Ō L L , O N E T H A T C H A S E S T H E S U N

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx HUMAN 𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗦 Samuel 'Sammy' Wolff 𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 23-25 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗥 Firefighter	𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 Happy-go-lucky & carefree Courageous & selfless Caring & dependable 𝑩𝑨𝑫 Careless & gullible Messy & disorganised Absentminded & forgetful 𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 Sköll lives each day as it comes, preferring not to think too far in the future. This is not to say that he has no dreams, but rather these are simple ones such as a desire to one day eat a whole chocolate cake in ten minutes, or to save twenty cats from trees that year. 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 Sköll fears once again being in his wolf-form. Not because he did not like it but because of being forced to do a duty he would rather not. He also really doesn't want to have to eat the sun...even if it does look kind of tasty sometimes. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx	xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx DEITY 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗬 Sköll 𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 One that chases the sun 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗢𝗡 Norse

𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬

Sköll and his brother Hati were born as the twin pups of the great wolf Fenrir. Sköll's name means "treachery" in Old Norse, while Hati's name means "Hater". When Fenris was chained, Hati and Sköll were the only ones who came to defend him. Loki and Angrboda themselves did not interfere, knowing the necessity of the binding, but his young sons tumbled forth in a vain attempt to free their father. Instead, they were captured by the Aesir, and Odin put them to use, bespelling them as he had bespelled the Great Snake. Sunna and Mani had often been known to dawdle or change their course, which meant that the days and nights were not always dependable and on time. There had been complaints about this from many mouths, and so Odin put the two wolves into the sky as a way to make the chariots run on time, as it were. Sköll was bespelled to chase Sunna's chariot as a dog herds sheep, keeping it to its path, and Hati was similarly charged with herding Mani's dog-cart. While they do not spend all of their time in the sky - when the Sun and Moon are on time and stick to their schedules, the wolves can run free on the earth below - if either sky-etin is late, they are lifted into the sky to do their job.

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬

All Sköll had ever known was being a wolf, so when the fall happened and he was turned into a human, the god found himself utterly confused. There was so little hair and they expected him to walk on two legs! But eventually, he learnt to adapt to this new form. When he hadn't been chasing after Sunna's chariot, Sköll had always enjoyed prancing around the earth, playing with mortals and just having fun, and he was happy to discover that this was even more enjoyable in his new human form. Sköll wouldn't be able to exactly explain what he's done over the last couple of millennia (it's all an excitable blur) but it mostly involved partaking in general merrymaking and doing odd jobs to keep himself afloat.

Sköll had always been confused by his 'job' chasing Sunna. Sometimes he forgot that it was a role that had been forced upon him, and at other times he thought that he was chasing the chariot because he was in love with her. Of course Hati was always there to remind him of how mean Odin had been to them, and he would remember that he was just meant to be trying to eat the sun. Yet when he became earthbound, Sköll found himself missing the familiar heat of the sun. Craving such intensity again, he eventually stumbled into applying for a job as a firefighter, and he instantly loved it. He got to run around, save people, and be near that fiery blaze that he so missed. Sköll has happily continued his work as a firefighter for the last few decades, although he has several other hobbies too...not limited to surfing (which he has tried and failed to do in the Elliot Bay), singing & playing guitar (he plays a couple of gigs a week at a local bar), and baseball (he just likes running).

[Venus]

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[Danvers]

Sif, Goddess of The Earth

S I F , G O D D E S S O F T H E E A R T H
S I F , G O D D E S S O F T H E E A R T H

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx HUMAN 𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗦 Savannah 'Scarlet' Hollis 𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 24 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗥 Dancer at The Jade Jaguar	𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 Determined & spirited Passionate & caring Sensual & tactile 𝑩𝑨𝑫 Idealistic & stubborn Cool & detached Dissonant & disruptive 𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 Sif wishes to find out what she truly wants in this new life. She wishes to yearn for something deeply once more, having almost forgotten what this feels like. 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 That she will lose who she has become, and lapse back into the despair and hopelessness that once overwhelmed her. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx	xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx DEITY 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗬 Sif 𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 Goddess of the earth, fertility and family 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗢𝗡 Norse

𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬

Sif was most well known as the wife of the storm-god, Thor. She was also both an earth and a fertility goddess, presiding over the fertility of the land, and the changing of the seasons, with particular connections to autumn. Her long golden hair was said to represent the long grass, or the golden wheat covering the Northern summer fields. Among the Scandinavian Saami, Sif was known as Ravdna, and was considered the goddess of the rowan tree. Sif was also known to be a prophetess who could see more than those around her, and was believed to be a goddess who helped others to find solutions & peace in difficult times.

The most famous tale about her features her hair. One day the trickster god Loki, crept into Thor & Sifs bedchamber and sheared off Sif's long golden hair. As soon as Thor heard of Loki’s treachery, he was furious and threatened to break every bone in Loki’s body. Seeking to save his own skin, Loki travelled to Svartalheim, where the two dwarf sons of Ivaldi agreed to fabricate hair from gold, as fine as Sif's own hair. They also decided to make additional gifts as well, in order to please the gods (including Mjolnir and Gungnir).

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬

After the fall, Sif did not wake like the others of her pantheon, but instead remained in a deep and unshakeable slumber for the first century. When she did eventually rouse, she found that Thor had moved on. It was a shock to her but although she first felt a deep sadness for her loss, the goddess never made any attempts to reunite herself with her husband. And it was not long before her feelings too began to wane, eventually fading to little more than a distant memory. It was both a relief and a source of confusion for the goddess. Her life before the fall had been centered around her role as a wife and she felt at a loss over what to do.

Still, the years wore long on Sif and she became ever more disillusioned. The mortals put ruin to everything she represented. The earth was scorched & torn up, men treated women like possessions, and families were torn apart by the atrocities of the world. For a long time she simply moped about, both wishing and not-wishing that she could go back to Asgard. Sif can't deny that the temptation the leave the range of the Colossus did sometimes pull strong at her, but she always resisted, hoping and wishing for something good to come.

The light at the end of the tunnel came for Sif in an unusual form. Feeling trapped by her mind, she wished to find solace from her own thoughts. It was as such that she stumbled across the art of dancing. She dabbled in many different forms of dance throughout the years, relishing in both the physicality and showmanship of it. Sif particularly loved cabarets & burlesque shows which she begun to take part in during the late 1800's. It was freeing for the goddess, and she slowly began to feel like herself again. Or at least, like her new self, for she knew with a certainty that the old her was gone. And so with this, Sif was brought back to the world once more, the cloud of despair that had followed her around for so long having been blown away.

When Tlaz opened the Jade Jaguar shortly after their move to Seattle, she jumped at the opportunity to go and work for the Aztec goddess. Adopting the stage name Scarlet, Sif has worked at the establishment for the last couple of years, becoming one of the more well-known dancers.