[OOC] Descension {A Modern God RP}

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► P R E M I S E
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<sub>This RP is a Slice of Life and Plot Driven cocktail that will be focusing on mythological gods from ancient pantheons. Players will be playing one to four gods straight from ancient mythology navigating mortal life years after waking up powerless in Rome, Italy during World War II. After finally settling into life on earth, the gods are once again thrown into chaos when one of their own mysteriously dies – a feat thought impossible.

When I say it is a cocktail, I mean that players will be able to choose for themselves whether to focus more on the plot aspects of the roleplay or if they would prefer to experience slice of life moments.</sub>

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► N A R R A T I V E
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<sub>The War of the Gods. It was hardly the first, gods squabbled all the time – just, not on this scale. While no one could really pinpoint the reason for the war, everyone could confidently point their fingers at who started it – the Romans and the Greeks. The two pantheons always were at each other’s throats for one reason or another, and tension kept mounting with each small-scale war until the Greek pantheon was roping in the Japanese pantheon. The Romans retaliated by bringing in the Egyptians. It continued like this until a plethora of pantheons were battling each other, their battles spilling into the mortal world, and wreaking havoc on the universe.

Until it stopped and all that existed were their dreams.

In 1943, a unit of Italian soldiers ducked into some rubble in Rome, Italy. It was in the midst of World War II and the Allies were bombing them. The leader, a man younger than he should be, kicked in a block of muraled wall in the ancient ruins. His fellow soldiers were dragging their injured as they desperately ducked into the small antechamber to avoid the bombs. One of the injured was the first to notice it, his glazed eyes focusing all at once on the large stone situated in the middle of the room. It almost looked like obsidian, with an ancient language etched into the surface. After the airplanes had left, the Italian government was alerted to the presence of the strange stone. It was breathtaking, mesmerizing, and the Italians were none the wiser to the gods stirring in the chamber below their feet.

In the chaos of the war, the gods found it too easy to slip into society. It became crystal clear the strange stone, which the Italians began to call the Colossus, was containing them in a certain radius when one of the gods took a step too far. He was overcome with pain, black poison spreading in his veins, and he fell to the ground. He began to crawl back into the radius, but before he could make it, the poison reached his heart – he stilled. After that, the gods measured the distance from his body carefully and found a way to live within society in the Colossus’s large radius.

Things became a lot harder when the Allies seized the Colossus from the Italians, transferring into British hands and bringing the stone overseas. The gods were quick to board boats and follow. The pattern over the years persisted, the gods settling into one place until the Colossus moved and they were forced to relocate. It helped cover up the fact that they were forever young, at least.

It is now October 2021, and the gods have found themselves located in Seattle, Washington after a private buyer had bribed the Colossus from the storage bowels of a museum. They’ve been in Seattle for the past five years now.</sub>

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𝗪𝗮𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗚𝗼𝗱𝘀

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_{If you wish to add your pantheon to the Roman-Greek War, let us know and we'll add them.}

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𝗧𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲

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  𝟏𝟗𝟒𝟑  ^{_{▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ A small unit of Italian soldiers break into the chamber holding the gods during WWII.}}

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  𝟏𝟗𝟒𝟓  ^{_{▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ The Colossus is taken to Britain and put in The British Museum located in London.}}

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  𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟔  ^{_{▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ The Colossus is moved from The British Museum to The Smithsonian in Washington DC.}}

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  𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟔  ^{_{▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ A private buyer acquires the Colossus through murky means and transports it to Seattle.}}

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► M E T H O D
 ► M E T H O D

<sub>For this roleplay, we will be using old mechanics and trying new mechanics. We want to emphasize player choice and the use of consequences in this roleplay. We’ve implemented the below methods to do that and more.

We also want to stress that it is your choice how you want to play. If you prefer slice of life, then there will be moments and choices to take advantage of that. However, there will be a plot that runs in the background to drive the roleplay forward to avoid stagnation. Interacting with the plot or not is your own personal choice. If you want something with a little more plot, then there will be choices and a new mechanic to help you get involved in the plot more. Overall, whichever you choose, there WILL be consequences.</sub>

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𝗡𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗣𝗼𝘀𝘁𝘀

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<sub>Like Descension 1.0, we will be using Narration Posts to move the plot forward. Narration posts will be written by the GM and will mark the end and beginning of a new scene. This is rather straightforward and used by most roleplays in some capacity.

We will give a two-week advance most of the time before a scene ends and a new narration post is posted. There will be times where I might make the executive decision to push a post out in order to keep momentum, but for the most part there will be a warning. To keep the narrative flow, we ask that you finish up your scenes before then or utilize the good ole Flashback in your post.</sub>

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𝗘𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗠𝗼𝗱𝗲

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<sub>Event Mode is a new mechanic that we are very excited to be using! It is inspired by tabletop games like Dungeons and Dragons. Of course, don’t be worried about failing a dice roll and dying or something. Event Mode is used for when a player wants to get involved in the plot.

How this works is that we will hold a private DM conversation with the player(s) in which we set the scene. The player(s) will make their own creative choices and we will change the scene accordingly. This is for when someone wants to write a plot post, we can give them the barebones of a scene they can write in their post later on. Player(s) do not need to explain their choices to us in DMs or give reasoning, as their character’s thought process can be explained in their post.

To get involved in an Event Mode, we will most likely put in narration posts leads that a character can follow up on. If your character wishes to follow up on one of those leads, then hop over into the designated discord channel and drop a react on the lead you wish to follow! Be warned, though, not all leads will be listed. If you wish to enter Event Mode without leads being given, just drop us an @ on discord and we will get back to you.

Remember! Choices have consequences.</sub>

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𝗗𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀

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<sub>No deadlines! …to an extent.

The only one who really has a deadline is me, unfortunately. Narration posts will be stated when they will be posted, as stated above, and as such it is your responsibility to wrap up your scene beforehand. If you cannot wrap it up, because sometimes life is like that, then try to use flashbacks in your next post (also stated above). For the most part, you won’t get penalized for missing narration posts here and there.

HOWEVER! If you ghost in the discord, are not active enough in the thread after given a warning, or are holding writing partners back, then I reserve the right to kill off your character. Don’t worry! If you are COMMUNICATING with me and forewarn me of inactivity, I will just put a pin in your character and scene.

We are here to have fun, which is why I am not going to babysit you guys. I get that sometimes life gets in the way or inspiration isn’t flowing. Me breathing down your neck isn’t fun for me, so I doubt it’ll be fun for you.</sub>

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► C H A R A C T E R S
 ► C H A R A C T E R S

⤞ You can have a total of FOUR characters.
⤞ Any pantheon is welcome, but NO WHITEWASHING.
⤞ No PRIMORDIAL BEINGS. This includes titans and creation god/desses.
⤞ We will not be allowing Abrahamic or monotheistic adaptations of gods in this roleplay.
⤞ Gods that exist in two pantheons will be treated as two different deities. Example: Dionysus and Bacchus.

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► R U L E S
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⤞ Discord is REQUIRED for communicative purposes.
⤞ RPG rules must be followed and the usual no meta, godmodding, etc etc.
⤞ Tag posts with TW in the beginning if it contains sensitive content! Same for the CS.
⤞ COMMUNICATE with me! I am here to help you!
⤞ Have fun OR ELSE

[team seven]

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𝗙𝗥𝗘𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗟𝗬 𝗔𝗦𝗞𝗘𝗗 𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦

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feel free to ask more!

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► 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗡𝗦 𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬 𝗚𝗢 𝗢𝗨𝗧𝗦𝗜𝗗𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗖𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗦𝗦𝗨𝗦'𝗦 𝗥𝗔𝗗𝗜𝗨𝗦?
 ► 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗡𝗦 𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬 𝗚𝗢 𝗢𝗨𝗧𝗦𝗜𝗗𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗖𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗦𝗦𝗨𝗦'𝗦 𝗥𝗔𝗗𝗜𝗨𝗦?

_{Your veins begin to turn black visibly under the skin, almost like a poison has entered your bloodstream and you feel immense pain. Quick, get back into the radius before it reaches your heart!}

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► 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗡𝗦 𝗜𝗙 𝗔 𝗚𝗢𝗗 𝗛𝗔𝗦 𝗔 𝗕𝗔𝗕𝗬 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗔 𝗛𝗨𝗠𝗔𝗡?
 ► 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗡𝗦 𝗜𝗙 𝗔 𝗚𝗢𝗗 𝗛𝗔𝗦 𝗔 𝗕𝗔𝗕𝗬 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗔 𝗛𝗨𝗠𝗔𝗡?

_{Because the gods don't have divine powers anymore, their babies are not demigods. However, they tend to be very talented, prodigal humans with good immune systems. They are not restricted by the Colossus. Be warned, though, some gods will not be happy if you tell them of their parentage.}

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► 𝗣𝗢𝗪𝗘𝗥𝗦?
 ► 𝗣𝗢𝗪𝗘𝗥𝗦?

<sub>Gods maintain immortality. They can be hurt, but they regenerate limbs. (Think deadpool-esque). They can't catch diseases (wink wink) or get sick. It takes a lot for them to get drunk, but they can get drunk. It won't last long though.

Gods will be permitted small time powers related to their domains. The powers will have to be discussed and approved by GMs. Be creative anyhow!</sub>

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► 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗫 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗢𝗡'𝗦 𝗗𝗢𝗢𝗠𝗦𝗗𝗔𝗬?
 ► 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗫 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗢𝗡'𝗦 𝗗𝗢𝗢𝗠𝗦𝗗𝗔𝗬?

_{For all intents and purposes, the gods believe their fall was doomsday.}

[team seven]

<3

[Akayaofthemoon]

So excited! <3

[sly13]

Woot woot

[smarty0114]

Apollo || god of the sun

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𝙄𝘿𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙄𝙏𝙔 & 𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙊𝙉𝘼

Brenton Thwaites | #eed853

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𝗘𝗣𝗜𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗧 x x x 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗢𝗡 𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 𝗣𝗢𝗪𝗘𝗥𝗦 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx	Phoebus, Apollon, Delian, Light Bringer, etc... x x Greek The Sun, Music, Art, Medicine, and Divine Prophecy Once upon a time, Apollo was a force to be reckoned with, the sun given shape. His words enchanted souls, both divine and mortal, and his control of the sun made daytime a hellish nightmare for his foes. Once he was the bringer of light, lord of Muses, the greatest oracle of Delphi. Today, he is little more than a magician doing parlor tricks. He hasn't received a vision of any sort since awaking in Rome, he hasn't been able to call the sun and guide it to wherever he might like. All that remains of his divinity seems to be concentrated in his musical ability. His songs are still enjoyable, intoxicating some might say. Mortals are charmed by his lyrics, stumbling over themselves to get his autograph and keep him living in immortal luxury. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx	xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx	𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗦 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗢𝗥𝗗𝗘𝗗 𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗡𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗦 𝗦𝗘𝗫𝗨𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝗢𝗖𝗖𝗨𝗣𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx	Alexander Calimeris twenty-four he/him/his Pansexual Musician at ??? xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

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GOD OF THE SUN, MUSIC, & MEDICINE

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𝙈𝙔𝙏𝙃𝙊𝙇𝙊𝙂𝙔 & 𝘽𝙄𝙊𝙂𝙍𝘼𝙋𝙃𝙔

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Artemis || goddess of the moon

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GODDESS OF THE MOON

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▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ 𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬 𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬 Perhaps Artemis' nature is not surprising, given the nature of her beginning. Conceived out of a tryst between Zeus and Leto, Artemis and her brother were forced to face Hera's wrath while still in the womb. No place was safe for her mother, not with Hera's serpent following her every move. When Leto finally found refuge on Delos, the twins were nearly there. Artemis came into the world, stoic from the moment she opened her eyes. Her infancy was short lived, as moments later, she helped deliver her brother. While her brother sought immediate vengeance on Hera's beast, Artemis, always the more calculated of the twins, was far more willing to bide her time. While her brother gallivanted across the earth, inspiring mortals and finding pleasure wherever a lyre was plucked, Artemis spent her time traipsing through the forest, hunting the creatures of the earth and exploring the unknown wilds. She did share her brother's interest in mortals though, at least certain ones. Artemis was known to collect young maidens like they were coins, often saving them from the terrors of the forest. Always young, always virginal, always beautiful. These were the benefits of being a Huntress. Some think Artemis' vow of chastity is as old as time itself, entwine with her essence. While it's true that she took chastity as a sign of devotion in her Huntresses, Artemis did not take her own vow until later. Not until Orion. He had been a demigod, a child of Poseidon and a princess of Crete. Their meeting was fortuitous, and Artemis, whose eyes were rarely drawn to anything other than adventure, found herself enthralled by the young hunter. She began to spend her days with him, the first man to hold her bow, and those days turned into weeks, and then months. At night, they lay beneath the moon and watched the stars. It was perfect... until it wasn't. Mortals don't live forever, she knew that, but she had not expected him to be taken so suddenly. The scorpion moved faster, even faster than her, and she'd turned her back to him, and... when she turned to face him again, he was dead. She asked her father to bury him amongst the stars, and swore off love and anything that might lead to it. Artemis was always colder than her brother, more prone to offense, but after Orion she seemed to grow even closer to the wilds that she loved so much. Her vengeance became legendary in the wake of her grief. The likes of Actaeon and Niobe learned that the hard way. Artemis' wrath was terrifying, and lasting. When Apollo came to her, fuming over Hyacinth's death and seeking revenge on Boreas' blood, she was all too happy to help. She'd always thought it silly to entrust Titans with the Sun and Moon. The only trustworthy one was her mother. When war broke out, Artemis and her brother more than lived up to their reputation as archers. Their support won Ares and Athena many a battle, and their boons were coveted by mortals. War was not particularly interesting to her, but winning... that was everything. They were winning too, at least she thought they were, until the fall.

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[ActRaiserTheReturned]

So what's the level of power? Vampire diaries?

[fledermaus]

So what's the level of power? Vampire diaries?

@ActRaiserTheReturned

Do you mean the level of power the gods retain? It won't be anything significant or horribly powerful. While powers will be used throughout the roleplay, this is not an action-packed roleplay where powers will be thrown about in a battle of the ages. When it comes to powers, we are looking more at if they thematically fit the deity, if they are well-thought out, and if they fit the powerscale.

It is hard to put a measure on what level the power should be. Overly combative powers are not useful in this roleplay and I probably will not accept them, insta-death powers will be immediately denied as well. For the most part, I trust everyone to be able to use their judgement to avoid OP powers. If you are not sure if something is OP or not, in the discord there is a channel labeled (#powers) that can be used to discuss it before committing to it.

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Tlazōlteōtl | Goddess of Filth

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𝙄𝘿𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙄𝙏𝙔 & 𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙊𝙉𝘼

Raven Lyn Corneil | 00CC99

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THE INNER SELF

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[fledermaus]

Also, for character sheets, there's a bug where sometimes lines appear when they shouldnt. Just edit the post and save it and it should be fixed! I really dont know why it does that tbh, something to do with the way it saves.

[Akayaofthemoon]

Hathor || Goddess of Many Names

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𝙄𝘿𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙄𝙏𝙔 & 𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙊𝙉𝘼

Imaan Hammam | #DC143C

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THE INNER SELF

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[smarty0114]

Poseidon || god of the seas

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𝙄𝘿𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙄𝙏𝙔 & 𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙊𝙉𝘼

Rudy Pankow | #239B56

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Vesta || goddess of the hearth

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𝙄𝘿𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙄𝙏𝙔 & 𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙊𝙉𝘼

Tessa Thompson | #F8C471

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GODDESS OF THE HEARTH, HOME, & FAMILY

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𝙈𝙔𝙏𝙃𝙊𝙇𝙊𝙂𝙔 & 𝘽𝙄𝙊𝙂𝙍𝘼𝙋𝙃𝙔

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▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ 𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬 𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬 The eldest child of Saturn and the first to be consumed, Vesta's early existence is hazy. She remembers being alone, in a dark, cold, cavern, and then suddenly, a light. A sibling. Family brought her warmth in the days before Zeus, and family is what she fought for in the war against her father. When Jupiter wished to divide the world up, family is all she cared for. Vesta became the mother of all Romans, a warm hand in the darkness, guiding her lost children home. It was only natural that Vesta would grow to prefer the company of mortals to gods. She spent so much time watching over them and their homes, protecting them from all the world's evils, how was she expected to remain detached? She spent her days walking amongst them, hearing their stories and blessing their food. She had no great romances, or tales of adventure like her brothers and sisters, nieces and nephews. She simply had her travels, and the wisdom she gained from sitting round the hearth, and listening. When war came again, pounding at the door like it always does eventually, Vesta thought it would be an easy choice. Her family had always been where her loyalties lay. But as the war drug on, and death and destruction rained down upon the mortals, Vesta grew enraged. She could not sacrifice the world she'd helped build, the people she'd guided, for her brother's ambitions. In a great row that shook Rome, Vesta abandoned the War of the Gods, and hid herself away from them. What follows is as hazy as her days in Saturn's stomach.

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THE INNER SELF

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𝙑𝙄𝙍𝙏𝙐𝙀𝙎 & 𝙑𝙄𝘾𝙀𝙎

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VELES || GOD OF DEATH & CATTLE

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𝙄𝘿𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙄𝙏𝙔 & 𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙊𝙉𝘼

Levi Stocke | #9d947a

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▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ 𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬 𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬 You awaken curled into the large root of a tree. The overhang of leaves is thick and the air tastes pure and old. Before you sit a large wooden plate loaded with vegetables, fruits, and dried meats. Next to it is a wooden goblet filled with a dark purple liquid. Standing beyond that is a man that seems to be both old and young, leaning on a long staff with massive horns erupting from his head and a bearskin thrown over his shoulder. He turns as he hears you stir. "Oh good, you awaken." His voice was a deep rumble, not thunder—never thunder—but more like the groan of an ancient tree in a strong wind. "Eat. Drink. And tell me of yourself, my foal." You reach forward and go to ask a question only to find your voice gone. "It'll come back soon. Maybe you could do without talking for while. You, mortals, do love to squawk." Your expression blossoms into surprise. "Fine, I shall go first... "There was child. He was lost in woods on surface. Blond locks and sweet smile were threatened to be pecked away by crows. I found him. In shape of bear, of course. Jyah. Jyah. Don't give me that look. What about this entire place seems natural? Anyway. I took him. I brought him here, to Naiwa. I sat him on my golden throne and named him my son. My Jaryło. Of course, he was not my son by blood. Instead, lost infant was Perun's offspring. Cursed god of sky, thunder, and general shit." Veles spit, it is black like ichor. "He loathed me for calling Jaryło my own. Yet, he left that little bastard in forest. Every time I touched surface, he'd rain lightning down upon me. So, I took to form of bear. It was easier to hide from him. Perun couldn't tell his creatures apart. That's what you get for living so far above mortals you love. "Years passed. As they do. You, mortals, become wrinkly, old, and impotent. But mighty Veles still rules from Nawia. I sewed seeds of chaos for Perun. Laughed at his attempts to smite me down. And when he turned his backs on you mortals, I gave you magic. I returned your cattle. I made rivers flow deep and blue. Anything to make Perun pause. He was supposed to be your mortal's gods. I could take his followers as easily as I could his son." Veles pauses, laying his staff down. "Jaryło grew up. He took wife. He slew winter. He danced in spring and in blood. A good boy. Until he was taken from me. "Great irony, scholars say. I call bullshit. I went across plains, demanding his return. Those mortals that knew much and spoke nothing, I cursed. Disease ravaged them. I spun chaos across lands. But I got too proud. Too foolish. What? Gods can admit when they're wrong. Hindsight is for owls with their wicked heads. Perun finally caught me. He sent lightning down upon me and made sure that I'd return to Nawia. Sit on this throne. Be unable to find Jaryło. So, that's why you are here. "I hear war is brewing up there, but not pitiful mortal one. One between gods. I'm curious. Friends could be made. Bargains struck. Jaryło could be found. But I need to do this not seen." He approaches, kneeling in front of you. The food and drink were knocked aside, you having eaten and drank your fill sometime during his story. He places his massive hands on your cheeks and pulls your gaze up to him. His eyes are dark, eternal, and terrifying. "You're dead, anyway. You shouldn't mind me having stroll in your flesh?"

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅

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Jormungandr || Ragnarok Beast

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𝙄𝘿𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙄𝙏𝙔 & 𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙊𝙉𝘼

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THE INNER SELF

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Hel || Goddess of Helheim

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𝙄𝘿𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙄𝙏𝙔 & 𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙊𝙉𝘼

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THE INNER SELF

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Comus || God Revelry & Chaos

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𝙄𝘿𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙄𝙏𝙔 & 𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙊𝙉𝘼

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Odin || The Allfather

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𝙄𝘿𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙄𝙏𝙔 & 𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙊𝙉𝘼

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𝙑𝙄𝙍𝙏𝙐𝙀𝙎 & 𝙑𝙄𝘾𝙀𝙎

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^{Por el cielo va la luna . . . El aire la vela, vela.
El aire la está velando.}

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Melinoë || Bringer of Nightmares

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𝙄𝘿𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙄𝙏𝙔 & 𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙊𝙉𝘼

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▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ 𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬 𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬 Has it ever crossed one's mind as to why dogs bark at nothing at night and shadows seem to move on their own? There once was a secretive group among the Grecians who believed they knew. They held the answers in their beliefs that it was Melinoë, daughter of Hades, who wandered the earth, flanked by a retinue of ghosts from the Underworld. Spirits, once wronged by the living, seeking vengeance by spreading fear and madness. Melinoë was not universally feared, however. There are those - the ones who believe in the whispers floating along through the dead of night, accompanied by the cries of dogs - that held onto the thought that she had a kindly side to her. One that was focused on righting wrongs. On justice. At least for those that followed her. Daughter of the King & Queen of the Underworld it should come as no surprise that her presence would discomfort others - however it seemed to be more than just her title that caused the hairs on the backs of one's neck to stand at attention. Melinoë was graced with the responsibility of presiding over propitiation and bringing justice to the wronged dead - recruiting those restless spirits to her entourage that wander the land of the living forever. It was believed in those days that by offering libations, visiting graves, and otherwise honoring their dead, they would be protected from harmful spirits. Melinoë would then collect those offerings and carry them to the Underworld for the spirits there to enjoy. It was in those moments when propitiation was not completed that she brought madness upon them. Even when going unseen, she caused uneasiness and fear. Melinoë lived as comfortably as one could in the Underworld. Surrounded by all that gave her some spark of joy. Her responsibilities gave her a sense of purpose. A way to pull her weight. A way to shine and outperform the "blessedness" of her sister. The shining flame amongst the bitter whispers of cold in the dark. Who would choose madness over the blessed? Make no mistake, Melinoë did not hate her sister, though her jealousy to be as revered as she sowed seeds of dislike and distance. Her brother, Zagreus, however, he was one of the few - if not only one - she showed her truest self to. At least for a time. Before he was tricked and taken from her. When her beloved brother returned home she was overjoyed though she knew he was not the same. Would never be the same... A seething hatred for Hera long since brewing deep within her would be let loose upon the mortal plane. If only the dogs of war would sound for her fury against the Queen...

▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ 𝗕𝗜𝗢𝗚𝗥𝗔𝗣𝗛𝗬 𝗕𝗜𝗢𝗚𝗥𝗔𝗣𝗛𝗬 After the awakening - after the war - Melinoë found herself among the others, disoriented, angry, elated. Lost. She became that which she had been bound to and responsible for. A lost soul, with no proper burial. No rites given. A lost soul hellbent on administering the justice she and all the others deserved. A fire lit within her belly that night, as she stood beneath the star littered sky, like millions of tiny candle flames winking as if they knew her inner most thoughts. It was beautiful. Truly a start to her new endeavor. Her new beginning. A new life. Melinoë wandered the earth, as far as her chains would allow. A petulant child, what she was referred to on numerous occasions by the "mighty ones". No more petulant than their own leaders. She first went to her brother, as their sister could not be found. Melinoë wondered if something more sinister took her from them... she sincerely hoped not. Especially since there was no way for them to reconnect should that be the case. She could see the delight spreading throughout Zagreus at the prospect of being unbound to his prison cell. So much so she wished she could join in. For the time, she was elated to just have him there with her. A solid foundation for her to rely on. It took some time getting used to not having responsibilities like what she was used to. It still, to this day, is like a phantom limb - Melinoë finds herself a creature of the night. Constantly up at all hours, walking through streets or parks, sitting atop roofs and just overlooking the lands she currently occupies. Dogs still bark when she is near and madness follows her like a shadow, stretching out it's tendrils to constrict those it comes in contact with. Fighting for the justice of others who had been dealt a shitty hand came quite easy to the Bringer of Nightmares; easier than she initially thought in this new life of hers. With that in mind she sought out to create a name for herself in helping those who were less fortunate and lost - like herself. To spread the madness and fear with a clear purpose and goal. Spectre was born in those few years after waking. Investigating crimes against mortals and gods alike. Brandishing her own form of punishment on all those that were found guilty in her eyes. Regardless of her appearance and age, Melinoë's track record speaks for themselves. It also helps that a lot of the clientele she's garnered wouldn't dare speak out against her even if they wanted. Is it all completely ethical? Probably not. Does she care? Not one bit.

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ZEUS || GOD OF SKY & THUNDER

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𝙄𝘿𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙄𝙏𝙔 & 𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙊𝙉𝘼

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