Hey Im Jordan

𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 ⌜ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ⌟

Benzaiten, ruler of the flow

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_{b e n z a i t e n
b e n e z a i t e n}

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	Awkwafina | #228B22 ████████████████████████ 𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊   𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 ⌜ 𝐄 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 ⌟ names of deity here ⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ⌟ Much. Benzaiten is the dispenser of luck and wisdom, one of the Seven Lucky Gods, and the ruler of all that flows: music, water, wealth, and time. ⌜ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Japanese ♤

𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 ♤ 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒
_^namaste

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^{Benzaiten has control over the flow of all things - once upon a time, this meant a whole lot more. Today? Without effort, she can sort of unclog a pipe. It’s kind of belittling. At least she can still envision the flow. To put it quite simply, Benzaiten sees the world as one big Rube goldberg machine that isn’t quite performing to its maximum potential, and with a bit of effort, she can help it flow a little more cleanly.}

𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 ♤ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅
_{^{i’ll see you in another life, brotha}}

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	████████████████████████ т н є м σ я т α ℓ   т н є м σ я т α ℓ ⌜ 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐀 𝐒 ⌟ Mitsuko Yamashita ⌜ 𝐑 𝐄 𝐂 𝐎 𝐑 𝐃 𝐄 𝐃 𝐀 𝐆 𝐄 ⌟ 25 ⌜ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐗 𝐔 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐓 𝐘 & 𝐆 𝐄 𝐍 𝐃 𝐄 𝐑 ⌟ Bisexual, female, she/her ⌜ 𝐎 𝐂 𝐂 𝐔 𝐏 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Nothing. That’s the beauty of it

𝐋 𝐈 𝐅 𝐄 ♤ 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘
_{^{woman of science vs woman of faith}}

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▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲   𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲 ⌜ 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 𝕷 𝖎 𝖋 𝖊 ⌟ ♤ There was once a five-headed dragon named Gozuru who terrorized the locals who lived in its part of Japan, near the sea. When a beautiful maiden descended from the sky, a mysterious island rose from the sea. The beautiful maiden was the benevolent goddess Benzaiten, and she made the island her home. When the dragon laid eyes on her, he was immediately enamored by her. Foolishly, the dragon fell deeply in love with her, and asked for her hand in marriage. The goddess laughed in his face and rejected him almost immediately. Why, she asked, would she give her hand in marriage to a monster who had tormented the locals in her new home? Gozuru had no answer for her, and he changed his ways the very next day. He became her pet, and the powerful protector of the area. Benzaiten set up her home there, and decided she would only leave if she had no other choice. Impressed by the way she had tamed a dragon almost effortlessly, Benzaiten quickly became the patron goddess of female entertainers, and they came to her island often. She taught them about the flow of love, and how they could use it to their advantage. The cave she had taken up as home became a shrine dedicated to her, with a pool of water that followers wash their money into to this day. It is said that if you do so, Benzaiten will bless you, and double your money and send you and your family into a long era of prosperity. ██████████████████████ 𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲   𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲 ⌜ м σ я т α ℓ ℓ ι f є ⌟ ♤ Benzaiten took the Fall in stride. It didn’t make much difference to her, she had been living with a steady flow of mortals on her island for so long that she didn’t see a change in becoming a mortal. Of course, her followers didn’t see it the same way; without her powers, they hardly believed she had ever been their goddess. In fact, it was quite the opposite. They thought she had somehow killed their goddess and taken her place. Bidding farewell to the land, Benzaiten had to sadly live the place she had called home for an eternity. Saddened by her departure, Gozuru died - and his body became the hills around the island. Benzaiten had it a little bit more difficult than she’d expected. Luckily, it was only a few years before she ran into a crazy lady who called herself a witch while she was traveling around the world. That woman introduced her to Benzaiten’s longest term vice: marijuana. After that, Benzaiten committed to exploring and sharing the plant with others. At one point, she met a young man named Buddha. Benzaiten spent a lot of time with him, listening to the things he had to say and smoking enough weed to melt the ozone years before the automobile had ever been invented. Though she knew a lot of what he preached was bullshit, she couldn’t help but admit he had some cool ideas. The path to absolute Nirvana? Reincarnation? She was with it - and since those days, she has preached Buddhism wherever possible. In the last 70s, she found her way to the United States: Engelwood, New Jersey. There, she met a pair of young men named Michael Write and Henry Jackson. She hung out with them for a bit, and it was after a particularly long smoke session that Benzaiten was able to help them work out their flow, and Rapper’s Delight was born. She loved the music the pair made, and she wandered around the country smoking and working with lots of different hip hop artists over the years, helping them when she could - though some hardly needed her. She became something of a myth in that community; it was said that if you met a woman who talked too much about Buddhism, and smoked with her, you were sure to release a historic album. In her most recent years, she’s taken up residence in Seattle - traveling to and from for the fruit was starting to become a huge pain in the ass. She can most often be on the beach, in a straw hat, with a pipe in one hand, a beer in the other, and a surfboard tucked under her arm. Sometimes, she smiles, and wonders if Buddha knows she’s found her personal Nirvana. ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬   𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬 ⌜ α м в ι т ι σ и ѕ ⌟ ♤ Benzaiten just wants to hold onto the peace she’s found, and never ever let it go. Even if that means staying as a ‘mortal’ forever. ⌜ f є α я ѕ ⌟ ♤ Someone needing her help, or interfering with the peaceful serenity she’s found.

𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 ⌜ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ⌟

Zeus, King of Olympus

l i g h t n i n g
_{z e u s
T H E M I G H T Y Z E U S}

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	David Corenswet | #0098db ████████████████████████ 𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊   𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 ⌜ 𝐄 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 ⌟ Zeus Olympios Mercury ⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ⌟ Lightning and the sky, weather, etc ⌜ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Greek ⚡

𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 ⚡ 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒
_{^{Everybody, yeah}}

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^{The Mighty Zeus has lost much of his divine might over the years. Once the greatest hero who ever lived, Zeus’s power has faded to pathetic levels; though it is easy for him to keep his body in the ideal shape, he can no longer wield his lightning bolt like he once could. In the glory days, Zeus’s lightning bolt was the most destructive force in all the realms. But now? Now, he send enough electricity through the air to turn the TV on. He doesn’t like to talk about it. One thing that has remained from when he was a god, though whether it is a divine skill or not is up to the purveyor, Zeus is possibly the greatest lover to ever exist. Well, the greatest male one, anyway.}

𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 ⚡ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅
_{^{Rock your body right}}

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	████████████████████████ т н є м σ я т α ℓ   т н є м σ я т α ℓ ⌜ 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐀 𝐒 ⌟ Clark Rogers ⌜ 𝐑 𝐄 𝐂 𝐎 𝐑 𝐃 𝐄 𝐃 𝐀 𝐆 𝐄 ⌟ 27 ⌜ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐗 𝐔 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐓 𝐘 & 𝐆 𝐄 𝐍 𝐃 𝐄 𝐑 ⌟ invented pansexuality, alpha male, gigachad/he/him ⌜ 𝐎 𝐂 𝐂 𝐔 𝐏 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Formerly: Actor Currently: OnlyFans model

𝐋 𝐈 𝐅 𝐄 ⚡ 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘
_{^{Backstreet’s back}}

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▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲   𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲 ⌜ 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 𝕷 𝖎 𝖋 𝖊 ⌟ ⚡ Born the youngest child of Cronus and Rhea, Mighty Zeus wasn’t always quite so Mighty. Before long after having his children, the Mad Titan Cronus knew that he wanted all of the power of the gods for himself - naturally, this led to him eating his children. Rhea saved her youngest son with only seconds left in the game, feeding Cronus a swaddled stone before he could eat her last child. Perhaps a reason as to why Zeus’s love life would end up being so… prolific, the young child was raised by the Nymphs of Mount Ida. It was there that he met his first wife, Metis. Though these days, Zeus takes all the credit, it was Metis’s idea to disguise himself and trick his dear old dad into drinking poisoned wine. Vomiting up Zeus’s siblings, the youngest became the eldest with this second birth, something Zeus would never let them forget. He took easily to the role of leader. Zeus and one of his best buddies - the one-eyed Cyclopes - armed his younger brothers, Hades and Poseidon, and together the children brought Cronus down, and assumed their natural place as the rulers of Mount Olympus. Zeus was crowned the Ruler of all Gods and Men, the King of Kings. Things seemed like they would be perfect from then on, but unfortunately that never lasted. Zeus’s battles were many. He fought against his own grandmother, Gaia and her Gigantes. And he won. He fought against an alliance of all the gods of Olympus against him. And he won. According to Zeus, the only one to ever give him trouble was that brat Prometheus, but in the end, Zeus triumphed there as well. By all accounts, the Mighty Zeus has always been unbeatable. ██████████████████████ 𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲   𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲 ⌜ м σ я т α ℓ ℓ ι f є ⌟ ⚡ When Olympus shook, and finally fell, Zeus had an air of benevolent nonchalance. He seemed not to care about losing his stature as a god, but more concerned with how he looked. If he was going to be a mortal, then he was going to be the most handsome one of all… and he pulled it off, in his own opinion. With his friends and family looking at him in disgrace for caring more about his own selfish desire than the fall of their mountain, Zeus entered a self-imposed exile. Of course, he arrived to eat the fruit, but he chose not to interact with the other deities. Why would he? He had failed. He had failed them all — the truth is, the Mighty Zeus had never felt so weak. He had failed them all. He was the protector, the guardian, the hero of Olympus, and what had happened under his watch? Chaos. A fall of the gods, one that it seemed they would never recover from. And, in his mind, the blame lay squarely on his shoulders. Zeus’s appearance shifting in the end had been one of panic and fear an emotion he could never hold. He took to drinking over the years, and his once full and powerful beard grew scraggly and unkempt, and his attitude soured. Not even the most base of mortal pleasures brought him any happiness. It wasn’t until the 1930s that something finally dragged Zeus out of his seemingly eternal funk: the Golden Age of Comic Books. Stumbling around New York City as a drunk and yelling about the glory days, Zeus found the mortal tales to be the most wonderful thing he’d ever seen. They reminded him of what he had been and what he could be again: A hero. He shaved off the beard he’d worn almost all his life, and decided that a new era of Zeus was going to begin. He would find a way to restore Mount Olympus to its former glory, and he would once again wield his beloved lightning bolt. Over the years since, Zeus has tried to learn about the fall and try to find what he can do to undo it. These efforts have been largely fruitless, but he feels its the effort that counts. Zeus became an actor in Hollywood in the 2000s, when the superhero movies started. He had a penchant for it - after all, he was Greek. He became something of a superstar, being the hero in more than a few action movies. It wasn’t quite the same as fighting giants, but Zeus had to admit there was something special about it. In the year of 2010, Zeus performed in what he intended to be his final role. Zeus was cast as Clark Kent, Superman, with a contract for multiple movies. It was the role of a lifetime, and the one he always wanted - he poured his heart into it. It was Superman that saved him from his funk, and Zeus wasn’t about to let the man be squandered on the silver screen. The franchise came to a close in 2016, and people wondered what he would do for his next role, but Zeus shocked the entertainment world when he announced that instead of acting, he would be retiring and instead starting an OnlyFans account. At first, people thought that he was going to use it to promote fitness, or dieting; both his fitness routine and diet were of interest to some communities… But the reinvigorated Zeus had found his love for the touch of the mortal again: his OnlyFans account is entirely sexual in nature. Zeus openly states that he’s willing to travel anywhere in the world to have sex with any one of his fans, provided they can show him the proper documentation to make sure their interaction is legal. The videos he makes with them are, of course, posted on his account. The best part? Zeus does it all for the low, low price of free. It's his way of getting back into the groove, so really... the fans are helping him. ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬   𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬 ⌜ α м в ι т ι σ и ѕ ⌟ ⚡ Zeus wants to save the day one last time, and bring the gods back to the forces of nature they once were. ⌜ f є α я ѕ ⌟ ⚡ He fears failing or falling into a slump like he was for a millennia once again. Relatively speaking, he’s only recently gotten out of it and gotten back to himself, so to speak. The fear of falling off the wagon is still very real.

𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 ⌜ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ⌟

Setekh, god of Disorder

g o d o f d i s o r d e r
_{s e t e k h
S E T E K H}

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	Omar Metwally | #aa2929 ████████████████████████ 𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊   𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 ⌜ 𝐄 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 ⌟ Set The Instigator of Confusion Lord of the Desert Ruler of the South ⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ⌟ Storms, disorder, chaos ⌜ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Egyptian ♤

𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 ♤ 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒
_{^{I'm no longer the boy you're used to seein'}}

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^{Once able to command the great power of a storm with the flick of his wrist, Setekh is only capable of calling upon lowly tremors now. He can project his voice to be as loud as thunder, and he can create small bursts of lightning around him. It’s quite boring, and not something he does often or is very proud of. It comes in handy occasionally though.}

𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 ♤ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅
_{^{I've changed a lot, plus I've grown to hate every human bein'}}

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	████████████████████████ т н є м σ я т α ℓ   т н є м σ я т α ℓ ⌜ 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐀 𝐒 ⌟ Seth Stanford ⌜ 𝐑 𝐄 𝐂 𝐎 𝐑 𝐃 𝐄 𝐃 𝐀 𝐆 𝐄 ⌟ 57 ⌜ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐗 𝐔 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐓 𝐘 & 𝐆 𝐄 𝐍 𝐃 𝐄 𝐑 ⌟ Heterosexual, Male, He/Him ⌜ 𝐎 𝐂 𝐂 𝐔 𝐏 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Living for thousands of years has led Set to find many different lines of work: Author Investor Founder of Ennead, Incorporated Psychologist with a private firm operating in Seattle.

𝐋 𝐈 𝐅 𝐄 ♤ 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘
_{^{My mood swings have now turned; My dreams into gruesome scenes}}

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As the second born son to the god of the Earth and the goddess of the Sky, Setekh was close to the throne - but not there. Despite the world being a paradise for everyone, food in abundance, and an almost complete lack of suffering… Set wanted more. The Pharaoh of Egypt controlled all the world and all the sands, and as the days went on Set found himself more and more willing to do whatever it took to take the throne from his older brother. In the most dramatic way possible, he did. Setekh built a gorgeous casket with his own hands, exactly to his brother Osiris’s measurements. He threw a mighty party, and invited all of the Ennead and their subjects. He revealed the casket to the partygoers, and claimed whoever fit in it could take it home. For hours, he watched as guest after guest attempted to fit into the ornate coffin, and failed. After what felt like an eternity, his older brother lay down in the coffin, laughing and smiling. And he found the coffin slammed closed on him. For years afterward, Set ruled the deserts. Under his rule, things went from serene and peaceful to chaotic and dangerous. He commanded the storms and the droughts, sending them upon his subjects - who he found ungrateful and disloyal. The mortals and even his fellow rulers yearned for the days of old when the benevolent pair of Osiris and Isis ruled the lands. When Set had all but forgotten his older brother and his wife, their son Horus made his presence known. For over eight decades, Setekh and Horus had many epic battles. After all that time passed, Horus finally succeeded in overthrowing his uncle and taking the throne for himself. Set was banished. There, he watched with disgust and rage as the mortals still prayed to him. They prayed to him for protection from the invaders, the storms, the drought… they prayed to Set for protection from Set. And this drove him insane. In his mad rage, invasions of Egypt became frequent, violent, and destructive. Storms raged across the desert, and droughts were common. And Setekh watched this all with a small smile. The filthy mongrels deserved it. ██████████████████████ 𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲   𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲 ⌜ м σ я т α ℓ ℓ ι f є ⌟ ♤ After the Fall, Set had a hard time coming to terms with things. He had grown to hate his fellow divinities, and he had grown to hate mortals. Now put in an odd spot between the two, Set chose to wander the world to find his purpose. He became a well-learned and traveled man. He learned different mortal languages, he learned what they were like, and most importantly he learned that one important detail hadn’t changed from when he was in power: they were so easily manipulated. Nearly thirty years ago, Set formed the Ennead Corporation in America. He knew what he had to do to regain his former glory and power, so that he could return to punishing the world for what he felt were transgressions against him. Put simply, Set no longer wanted to be nice to people who had what he felt belonged to him. He built the company with the idea that he could manipulate people en masse under the guise of ‘self-help,’ and ‘self-actualization.’ He succeeded in his goal, and has changed thousands of people’s lives - the biggest question is whether he’s changed them for better or for worse. Using money he’d made over his long, extensive life, Set’s current identity of Seth Stanford first made a name for himself as an author. After the books he published himself through Ennead began to catch on, he started to do seminars and conferences to push the message. It was only in the last few years that Ennead began to do their festivals on their private campuses - islands, in international waters. Some people aren’t happy about the corporation, but those voices are quiet and ignored by Seth. Quite recently, the last year or so, he’s stepped down from his role as the CEO of Ennead, choosing to remain on the board. Leaving the company in the hands of his most trusted lieutenants, he told the people that he simply wished to be closer to them, and opened a private practice in Seattle where he could pose as a psychologist. The truth is, he just missed how intimate it used to be to manipulate them personally. ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬   𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬 ⌜ α м в ι т ι σ и ѕ ⌟ ♤ If he can’t return to his true divinity, then Set intends to make a cult all his own where people can worship him as a god and he can distribute his divine justice as he pleases. ⌜ f є α я ѕ ⌟ ♤ Set has a deep fear that people will one day realize he does this all for himself, and his falsities of wanting people to better themselves will be washed away.

𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 ⌜ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ⌟

Setekh, god of Disorder

g o d o f d i s o r d e r
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S E T E K H}

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𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 ♤ 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒
_{^{I'm no longer the boy you're used to seein'}}

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^{Once able to command the great power of a storm with the flick of his wrist, Setekh is only capable of calling upon lowly tremors now. He can project his voice to be as loud as thunder, and he can create small bursts of lightning around him. It’s quite boring, and not something he does often or is very proud of. It comes in handy occasionally though.}

𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 ♤ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅
_{^{I've changed a lot, plus I've grown to hate every human bein'}}

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	████████████████████████ т н є м σ я т α ℓ   т н є м σ я т α ℓ ⌜ 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐀 𝐒 ⌟ Seth Stanford ⌜ 𝐑 𝐄 𝐂 𝐎 𝐑 𝐃 𝐄 𝐃 𝐀 𝐆 𝐄 ⌟ 57 ⌜ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐗 𝐔 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐓 𝐘 & 𝐆 𝐄 𝐍 𝐃 𝐄 𝐑 ⌟ Heterosexual, Male, He/Him ⌜ 𝐎 𝐂 𝐂 𝐔 𝐏 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Living for thousands of years has led Set to find many different lines of work: Author Investor Founder of Ennead, Incorporated Psychologist with a private firm operating in Seattle.

𝐋 𝐈 𝐅 𝐄 ♤ 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘
_{^{My mood swings have now turned; My dreams into gruesome scenes}}

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▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲   𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲 ⌜ 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 𝕷 𝖎 𝖋 𝖊 ⌟ ♤ In his early days, before he became Set the the Destroyer, Setekh was seen almost as the god of love. It made sense too, back then he was beloved by almost everyone, and had an almost (but not quite) unreasonable amount of sex with a variety of members of the Egyptian pantheon. The job he took the most pride in then - and to some extent, still does - was being the longstanding bodyguard and best friend of the Sun God, Ra. For a long time, Set was the sole protector of Ra during his journey to bring the sun back to the deserts of Egypt. The great serpent Apophis did its best to distract and hypnotize Ra and his entourage, and it was Set who resisted its gaze and it was Set who pushed the beast back with a thrust of his great spear. Even though his life was great, jealousy is a slow and insidious killer. As the second born son to the god of the Earth and the goddess of the Sky, Setekh was close to the throne - but not there. Despite the world being a paradise for everyone, food in abundance, and an almost complete lack of suffering… Set wanted more. The Pharaoh of Egypt controlled all the world and all the sands, and as the days went on Set found himself more and more willing to do whatever it took to take the throne from his older brother. In the most dramatic way possible, he did. Setekh built a gorgeous casket with his own hands, exactly to his brother Osiris’s measurements. He threw a mighty party, and invited all of the Ennead and their subjects. He revealed the casket to the partygoers, and claimed whoever fit in it could take it home. For hours, he watched as guest after guest attempted to fit into the ornate coffin, and failed. After what felt like an eternity, his older brother lay down in the coffin, laughing and smiling. And he found the coffin slammed closed on him. For years afterward, Set ruled the deserts. Under his rule, things went from serene and peaceful to chaotic and dangerous. He commanded the storms and the droughts, sending them upon his subjects - who he found ungrateful and disloyal. The mortals and even his fellow rulers yearned for the days of old when the benevolent pair of Osiris and Isis ruled the lands. When Set had all but forgotten his older brother and his wife, their son Horus made his presence known. For over eight decades, Setekh and Horus had many epic battles. After all that time passed, Horus finally succeeded in overthrowing his uncle and taking the throne for himself. Set was banished. There, he watched with disgust and rage as the mortals still prayed to him. They prayed to him for protection from the invaders, the storms, the drought… they prayed to Set for protection from Set. And this drove him insane. In his mad rage, invasions of Egypt became frequent, violent, and destructive. Storms raged across the desert, and droughts were common. And Setekh watched this all with a small smile. The filthy mongrels deserved it. ██████████████████████ 𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲   𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲 ⌜ м σ я т α ℓ ℓ ι f є ⌟ ♤ After the Fall, Set had a hard time coming to terms with things. He had grown to hate his fellow divinities, and he had grown to hate mortals. Now put in an odd spot between the two, Set chose to wander the world to find his purpose. He became a well-learned and traveled man. He learned different mortal languages, he learned what they were like, and most importantly he learned that one important detail hadn’t changed from when he was in power: they were so easily manipulated. Nearly thirty years ago, Set formed the Ennead Corporation in America. He knew what he had to do to regain his former glory and power, so that he could return to punishing the world for what he felt were transgressions against him. Put simply, Set no longer wanted to be nice to people who had what he felt belonged to him. He built the company with the idea that he could manipulate people en masse under the guise of ‘self-help,’ and ‘self-actualization.’ He succeeded in his goal, and has changed thousands of people’s lives - the biggest question is whether he’s changed them for better or for worse. Using money he’d made over his long, extensive life, Set’s current identity of Seth Stanford first made a name for himself as an author. After the books he published himself through Ennead began to catch on, he started to do seminars and conferences to push the message. It was only in the last few years that Ennead began to do their festivals on their private campuses - islands, in international waters. Some people aren’t happy about the corporation, but those voices are quiet and ignored by Seth. Quite recently, the last year or so, he’s stepped down from his role as the CEO of Ennead, choosing to remain on the board. Leaving the company in the hands of his most trusted lieutenants, he told the people that he simply wished to be closer to them, and opened a private practice in Seattle where he could pose as a psychologist. The truth is, he just missed how intimate it used to be to manipulate them personally. ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬   𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬 ⌜ α м в ι т ι σ и ѕ ⌟ ♤ If he can’t return to his true divinity, then Set intends to make a cult all his own where people can worship him as a god and he can distribute his divine justice as he pleases. ⌜ f є α я ѕ ⌟ ♤ Set has a deep fear that people will one day realize he does this all for himself, and his falsities of wanting people to better themselves will be washed away.

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Hermes, Herald of the Gods

h e r a l d o f t h e g o d s
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c a l l s i g n : H E R M E S}

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	Glen Powell | #f45c04 ████████████████████████ 𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊   𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 ⌜ 𝐄 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 ⌟ Hermes ⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ⌟ Commerce, thieves, roads, boundaries, and athletes ⌜ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Greek ♤

𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 ♤ 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒
_{^{I guess I should have forgot where I came from}}

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^{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.}

𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 ♤ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅
_{^{La la la la, wait till I get my money right}}

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	████████████████████████ т н є м σ я т α ℓ   т н є м σ я т α ℓ ⌜ 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐀 𝐒 ⌟ Joseph Park ⌜ 𝐑 𝐄 𝐂 𝐎 𝐑 𝐃 𝐄 𝐃 𝐀 𝐆 𝐄 ⌟ 38 ⌜ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐗 𝐔 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐓 𝐘 & 𝐆 𝐄 𝐍 𝐃 𝐄 𝐑 ⌟ Pansexual, male, he/him ⌜ 𝐎 𝐂 𝐂 𝐔 𝐏 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ U.S. Naval Aviator

𝐋 𝐈 𝐅 𝐄 ♤ 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘
_{^{La la la la then you can’t tell me nothin’}}

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▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲   𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲 ⌜ 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 𝕷 𝖎 𝖋 𝖊 ⌟ ♤ From the beginning, Hermes was fond of mortals. It was in the nature of his work. Leading souls to the river Styx was a duty Hermes was incredibly fond of; the conversation was always interesting - in his personal experience, mortals had often led lives more worth talking about than his fellow deities, though back then, he would have never told them for fear of being laughed at. Hermes had a fondness for mortal heroes. Especially fond of Odysseus and Perseus, Hermes helped them both extensively during their journeys. Many of Hermes’s teaching to the mortals were done in an earnest attempt to give the mortals more way to teach him. He gave them the alphabet so they could share their stories, he gave them the lyre — made from the shell of a tortoise Hermes had raised himself — so they could play more music. Of course, as the chief herald of his father Zeus, Hermes was the center of many adventures himself. He fought the many-eyed monster Argos, and freed Ares from his imprisonment at the hands of the twin giants Otus, and Ephialtes. As a god, Hermes was always focused on having a good time. He was a prankster, he played tricks on mortals and his fellow Olympians. He stole from the others, and always managed to laugh it off. In a lot of ways, Hermes never became an ‘adult.’ Unlike many of his fellow deities, he never took a wife (though this didn’t stop him from fathering more than a few children), and he spent much of his time with mortals. ██████████████████████ 𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲   𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲 ⌜ м σ я т α ℓ ℓ ι f є ⌟ ♤ When the fall came, Hermes was almost… excited about it, in a way. There was something inexplicably enticing to him about joining the mortals in their adventures. And this time? He wouldn’t be an all-powerful god. Hermes was like them. There was something almost comforting or freeing about being on the same level as them. He loved their stories, he loved their food, and their songs… it wasn’t the same as what he’d heard on Mount Olympus, but… they were different to him, not worse. And that’s what made the difference to him. Learning of the Tree, Hermes was excited. He could spend more time with his mortal friends, could watch their families grow and explore the world. The mortals wanted to travel, and expand, to learn more about their world and what secrets it held, and Hermes was delighted to watch! There was always some new discovery happening… Others in his situation found themselves questioning how the mortals would do without their gods, but Hermes found bliss in the answer: the mortals thrived without them. They certainly made mistakes. Great engines of war were always the first application they found of a new technology, but Hermes didn’t subscribe to the laughable idea that he and the other deities had never made a mistake. They made them often. As time passed, Hermes only really found himself missing one thing from the time before the great Fall. He missed the speed, he missed the way he could travel from place to place in the blink of an eye. He ran, and he ran often - perhaps it was cheating, but Hermes had found it hard to care when he participated in the revival of the Olympic games in the year of 1896, and was awarded several gold medals for his performance. He found winning in the mortal races to be one of the greatest feelings of euphoria he had ever had, and it became an important facet of his life. Over the years, Hermes has claimed a win in many races in the mortal world - Tour De France, Le Mans, Daytona Beach, the Isle of Man TT… to him, the most important technological advancements the mortals had made were those that gave him the rush he craved from the old days. Motorcycles, fast cars, and most importantly… planes. Hermes loved planes, he loved the ingenuity of the mortals who invented them. He placed himself close to their development, with an intense fascination. He wanted to be a pilot, and in recent years - the last few decades, he has become a very decorated Aviator Captain in the United States Navy under the callsign… Hermes. He has situated himself in Southern California. He doesn’t want to lose this identity, but he knows time is running short - he can only lie about his age for so long, unfortunately. ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬   𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬 ⌜ α м в ι т ι σ и ѕ ⌟ ♤ Somehow, someway, Hermes wants to once again go as fast as he did when he was a god. ⌜ f є α я ѕ ⌟ ♤ Fear is a difficult feeling for Hermes to come to terms with. The truth is, he has lived a long and fruitful life - and has come to realize that there isn’t much left for him to fear. The thing he dreads most in this world though? The passing of another of his precious pets: the Tortoises he keeps at his beachside home.

𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 ⌜ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ⌟

Amaterasu, goddess of the sun & heavens

g o d d e s s o f t h e s u n & h e a v e n s
_{天照大御神}

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	Maki Goto | #f9d71c ████████████████████████ 𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊   𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 ⌜ 𝐄 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 ⌟ Amaterasu ⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ⌟ The Sun and the Heavens ⌜ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Japanese ♤

𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 ♤ 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒
_{^{You said if you could fly}}

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^{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.}

𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 ♤ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅
_{^{You would fly far, far into the sky}}

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	████████████████████████ т н є м σ я т α ℓ   т н є м σ я т α ℓ ⌜ 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐀 𝐒 ⌟ Kyōko Kurosawa ⌜ 𝐑 𝐄 𝐂 𝐎 𝐑 𝐃 𝐄 𝐃 𝐀 𝐆 𝐄 ⌟ 35 ⌜ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐗 𝐔 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐓 𝐘 & 𝐆 𝐄 𝐍 𝐃 𝐄 𝐑 ⌟ Lesbian, Female, She/her ⌜ 𝐎 𝐂 𝐂 𝐔 𝐏 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ CEO of Taiyo Kai, a prominent tech company with emphasis on pushing humanity forward

𝐋 𝐈 𝐅 𝐄 ♤ 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘
_{^{So all you’d ever know is that blue, blue sky up above}}

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▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲   𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲 ⌜ 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 𝕷 𝖎 𝖋 𝖊 ⌟ ♤ Never one without the other. Before the cycle of day and night began, the goddess of the sun, Amaterasu, was tied to the goddess of the moon, Tsukyomi. They ruled over their domain together, and their union was as strong as could be and they were bound in marriage. Years passed, and it seemed things would be perfect forever. Though Tsukiyomi was undeniably filled with more fire than her wife, Amaterasu believed she could keep the Moon under control. One day, this belief was completely shattered; and with it, all the love Amaterasu had held for her other half. When Uke Mochi, the Goddess of Food, invited Amaterasu to a feast, she was unable to go - busy watching over her younger brother, and sent her wife in her place. Though the food undeniably looked delicious, Tsukiyomi was disgusted by the way it was prepared, and killed Uke Mochi where she stood. Believing her wife would be satisfied with what she’d done, Tsukiyomi returned home to proudly tell her tale. Amaterasu’s reaction could not have been further from what Tsukiyomi had expected. Amaterasu banished the moon, and moved to another place in the sky. Their marriage had ended, and Tsukiyomi was doomed to forever chase after that which she could not have - and thus the moon began its eternal cycle of chasing after the sun. The treachery of Tsukiyomi did not end there. Shortly after the divorce, Tsukiyomi turned Amaterasu’s younger brother against her, and Susanoo’s anger at his sister’s supposed betrayal led him to destroy the rice fields of Amaterasu's lands, kill her livestock, and wreak havoc in every way possible. After this outburst, it took all of the sizable self-control the Sun goddess had to not destroy her brother. Not wanting her people to see her in such an emotional state, she locked herself in a cave, and magically sealed the door. The world was plunged into darkness without its sun, and for better or worse, Tsukiyomi seemed to have 'won.' This darkness lasted only a short amount of time, before the clever goddess Ame no Uzume hatched a clever ploy to bring the light of the sun back to the world. She simply threw a party outside the cave for the other gods, and Amaterasu - somewhat self-centered - could not begin to understand why they could be so joyous and happy without her, the sun. For only a moment, she poked her head out of the cave and found herself face-to- face with a new god. Was this the reason they were so happy? She wondered, and she stepped out to get a better look. Before she realized what had happened, the cave was closed behind her and Amaterasuwas back where she belonged: with her peers. And then, she realized what had happened: the clever Uzume had played a prank on her, holding up a mirror in front of the cave. The goddess that Amaterasu had thought was new was simply her own reflection. Since that day, it is said that Amaterasu and her precious Uzume-chan have been inseparable. ██████████████████████ 𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲   𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲 ⌜ м σ я т α ℓ ℓ ι f є ⌟ ♤ Immediately after the fall, Amaterasu was filled with more than a few different emotions. Though she’s never admitted it to anyone - not even Uzume-chan - the strongest emotion she felt was sadness. It wasn’t sadness at her lost divinity, but instead sadness at the loss of the mortal’s worship. This feeling did not last long. It was only shortly after the fall that the Imperial family of Japan rose to power, claiming that their lineage could be traced back to the Goddess herself. Whether or not that was true was irrelevant; Amaterasu watched her name and her legacy be dragged through the dirt for years, then decades, then centuries. It was foul, and all she could do was watch in disgust. If she had told them the truth, would they have believed her? For sometime, Amaterasu - now known as Kyōko Kurosawa served as a shrine maiden; the shrine she was the caretaker of for some time was a shrine to both herself and Tsukiyomi, a bittersweet iron that was not lost on the once all powerful goddess. As interest in the shrine dwindled, she found other things to do with her time, though it was never allowed to deteriorate or decline. To her, the shrine served a mighty purpose. A reminder of what she once was, and would one day hopefully be again. And Kyōko used her time, forever endless so long as she ate the fruit once a year, well. Like any self-respecting person with infinite time, she had built up quite a surplus of funds by the time the 40s had come. It was at the end of that decade, with the end of World War 2, that Kyōko decided she had watched from the sidelines long enough. Using her immense fortune, she purchased a not insignificant chunk of real estate in Tokyo, which she turned into a central hub for what she hoped would be at the forefront of the future of humanity. Vain as it was, she had been convinced that without her, humanity would be doomed to repeat what she’d seen happen time and time again. The business she built over the next 80 or so years focuses on technological advancements for mankind; anything from medical science, to communications. Ran by the Kurosawa family, no one has ever thought to ask how the matriarch always looks the same. Once a year, every year, Kyōko takes a vacation to go and eat the fruit. Every year, she tells herself that this year, she’ll help them find peace - and this will be the last time she eats the fruit. She’s tired. ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬   𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬 ⌜ α м в ι т ι σ и ѕ ⌟ ♤ Amaterasu wants to push mankind forward, toward a peaceful and unified future. She uses her vast resources and the company she’s built to try and do this. ⌜ f є α я ѕ ⌟ ♤ That Tsukiyomi is right, and humans will never find peace in their time.

𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 ⌜ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ⌟

Hermes, Herald of the Gods

h e r a l d o f t h e g o d s
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c a l l s i g n : H E R M E S}

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	Glen Powell | #f45c04 ████████████████████████ 𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊   𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 ⌜ 𝐄 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 ⌟ Hermes ⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ⌟ Commerce, thieves, roads, boundaries, and athletes ⌜ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Greek ♤

𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 ♤ 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒
_{^{I guess I should have forgot where I came from}}

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^{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.}

𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 ♤ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅
_{^{La la la la, wait till I get my money right}}

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	████████████████████████ т н є м σ я т α ℓ   т н є м σ я т α ℓ ⌜ 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐀 𝐒 ⌟ Joseph Park ⌜ 𝐑 𝐄 𝐂 𝐎 𝐑 𝐃 𝐄 𝐃 𝐀 𝐆 𝐄 ⌟ 38 ⌜ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐗 𝐔 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐓 𝐘 & 𝐆 𝐄 𝐍 𝐃 𝐄 𝐑 ⌟ Pansexual, male, he/him ⌜ 𝐎 𝐂 𝐂 𝐔 𝐏 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ U.S. Naval Aviator

𝐋 𝐈 𝐅 𝐄 ♤ 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘
_{^{La la la la then you can’t tell me nothin’}}

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▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲   𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲 ⌜ 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 𝕷 𝖎 𝖋 𝖊 ⌟ ♤ From the beginning, Hermes was fond of mortals. It was in the nature of his work. Leading souls to the river Styx was a duty Hermes was incredibly fond of; the conversation was always interesting - in his personal experience, mortals had often led lives more worth talking about than his fellow deities, though back then, he would have never told them for fear of being laughed at. Hermes had a fondness for mortal heroes. Especially fond of Odysseus and Perseus, Hermes helped them both extensively during their journeys. Many of Hermes’s teaching to the mortals were done in an earnest attempt to give the mortals more way to teach him. He gave them the alphabet so they could share their stories, he gave them the lyre — made from the shell of a tortoise Hermes had raised himself — so they could play more music. Of course, as the chief herald of his father Zeus, Hermes was the center of many adventures himself. He fought the many-eyed monster Argos, and freed Ares from his imprisonment at the hands of the twin giants Otus, and Ephialtes. As a god, Hermes was always focused on having a good time. He was a prankster, he played tricks on mortals and his fellow Olympians. He stole from the others, and always managed to laugh it off. In a lot of ways, Hermes never became an ‘adult.’ Unlike many of his fellow deities, he never took a wife (though this didn’t stop him from fathering more than a few children), and he spent much of his time with mortals. ██████████████████████ 𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲   𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲 ⌜ м σ я т α ℓ ℓ ι f є ⌟ ♤ When the fall came, Hermes was almost… excited about it, in a way. There was something inexplicably enticing to him about joining the mortals in their adventures. And this time? He wouldn’t be an all-powerful god. Hermes was like them. There was something almost comforting or freeing about being on the same level as them. He loved their stories, he loved their food, and their songs… it wasn’t the same as what he’d heard on Mount Olympus, but… they were different to him, not worse. And that’s what made the difference to him. Learning of the Tree, Hermes was excited. He could spend more time with his mortal friends, could watch their families grow and explore the world. The mortals wanted to travel, and expand, to learn more about their world and what secrets it held, and Hermes was delighted to watch! There was always some new discovery happening… Others in his situation found themselves questioning how the mortals would do without their gods, but Hermes found bliss in the answer: the mortals thrived without them. They certainly made mistakes. Great engines of war were always the first application they found of a new technology, but Hermes didn’t subscribe to the laughable idea that he and the other deities had never made a mistake. They made them often. As time passed, Hermes only really found himself missing one thing from the time before the great Fall. He missed the speed, he missed the way he could travel from place to place in the blink of an eye. He ran, and he ran often - perhaps it was cheating, but Hermes had found it hard to care when he participated in the revival of the Olympic games in the year of 1896, and was awarded several gold medals for his performance. He found winning in the mortal races to be one of the greatest feelings of euphoria he had ever had, and it became an important facet of his life. Over the years, Hermes has claimed a win in many races in the mortal world - Tour De France, Le Mans, Daytona Beach, the Isle of Man TT… to him, the most important technological advancements the mortals had made were those that gave him the rush he craved from the old days. Motorcycles, fast cars, and most importantly… planes. Hermes loved planes, he loved the ingenuity of the mortals who invented them. He placed himself close to their development, with an intense fascination. He wanted to be a pilot, and in recent years - the last few decades, he has become a very decorated Aviator Captain in the United States Navy under the callsign… Hermes. He has situated himself in Southern California. He doesn’t want to lose this identity, but he knows time is running short - he can only lie about his age for so long, unfortunately. ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬   𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬 ⌜ α м в ι т ι σ и ѕ ⌟ ♤ Somehow, someway, Hermes wants to once again go as fast as he did when he was a god. ⌜ f є α я ѕ ⌟ ♤ Fear is a difficult feeling for Hermes to come to terms with. The truth is, he has lived a long and fruitful life - and has come to realize that there isn’t much left for him to fear. The thing he dreads most in this world though? The passing of another of his precious pets: the Tortoises he keeps at his beachside home.

𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 ⌜ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ⌟

Amaterasu, goddess of the sun & heavens

g o d d e s s o f t h e s u n & h e a v e n s
_{天照大御神}

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	Maki Goto | #f9d71c ████████████████████████ 𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊   𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 ⌜ 𝐄 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 ⌟ Amaterasu ⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ⌟ The Sun and the Heavens ⌜ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Japanese ♤

𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 ♤ 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒
_{^{You said if you could fly}}

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^{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.}

𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 ♤ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅
_{^{You would fly far, far into the sky}}

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	████████████████████████ т н є м σ я т α ℓ   т н є м σ я т α ℓ ⌜ 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐀 𝐒 ⌟ Kyōko Kurosawa ⌜ 𝐑 𝐄 𝐂 𝐎 𝐑 𝐃 𝐄 𝐃 𝐀 𝐆 𝐄 ⌟ 35 ⌜ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐗 𝐔 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐓 𝐘 & 𝐆 𝐄 𝐍 𝐃 𝐄 𝐑 ⌟ Lesbian, Female, She/her ⌜ 𝐎 𝐂 𝐂 𝐔 𝐏 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ CEO of Taiyo Kai, a prominent tech company with emphasis on pushing humanity forward

𝐋 𝐈 𝐅 𝐄 ♤ 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘
_{^{So all you’d ever know is that blue, blue sky up above}}

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▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲   𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲 ⌜ 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 𝕷 𝖎 𝖋 𝖊 ⌟ ♤ Never one without the other. Before the cycle of day and night began, the goddess of the sun, Amaterasu, was tied to the goddess of the moon, Tsukyomi. They ruled over their domain together, and their union was as strong as could be and they were bound in marriage. Years passed, and it seemed things would be perfect forever. Though Tsukiyomi was undeniably filled with more fire than her wife, Amaterasu believed she could keep the Moon under control. One day, this belief was completely shattered; and with it, all the love Amaterasu had held for her other half. When Uke Mochi, the Goddess of Food, invited Amaterasu to a feast, she was unable to go - busy watching over her younger brother, and sent her wife in her place. Though the food undeniably looked delicious, Tsukiyomi was disgusted by the way it was prepared, and killed Uke Mochi where she stood. Believing her wife would be satisfied with what she’d done, Tsukiyomi returned home to proudly tell her tale. Amaterasu’s reaction could not have been further from what Tsukiyomi had expected. Amaterasu banished the moon, and moved to another place in the sky. Their marriage had ended, and Tsukiyomi was doomed to forever chase after that which she could not have - and thus the moon began its eternal cycle of chasing after the sun. The treachery of Tsukiyomi did not end there. Shortly after the divorce, Tsukiyomi turned Amaterasu’s younger brother against her, and Susanoo’s anger at his sister’s supposed betrayal led him to destroy the rice fields of Amaterasu's lands, kill her livestock, and wreak havoc in every way possible. After this outburst, it took all of the sizable self-control the Sun goddess had to not destroy her brother. Not wanting her people to see her in such an emotional state, she locked herself in a cave, and magically sealed the door. The world was plunged into darkness without its sun, and for better or worse, Tsukiyomi seemed to have 'won.' This darkness lasted only a short amount of time, before the clever goddess Ame no Uzume hatched a clever ploy to bring the light of the sun back to the world. She simply threw a party outside the cave for the other gods, and Amaterasu - somewhat self-centered - could not begin to understand why they could be so joyous and happy without her, the sun. For only a moment, she poked her head out of the cave and found herself face-to- face with a new god. Was this the reason they were so happy? She wondered, and she stepped out to get a better look. Before she realized what had happened, the cave was closed behind her and Amaterasuwas back where she belonged: with her peers. And then, she realized what had happened: the clever Uzume had played a prank on her, holding up a mirror in front of the cave. The goddess that Amaterasu had thought was new was simply her own reflection. Since that day, it is said that Amaterasu and her precious Uzume-chan have been inseparable. ██████████████████████ 𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲   𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲 ⌜ м σ я т α ℓ ℓ ι f є ⌟ ♤ Immediately after the fall, Amaterasu was filled with more than a few different emotions. Though she’s never admitted it to anyone - not even Uzume-chan - the strongest emotion she felt was sadness. It wasn’t sadness at her lost divinity, but instead sadness at the loss of the mortal’s worship. This feeling did not last long. It was only shortly after the fall that the Imperial family of Japan rose to power, claiming that their lineage could be traced back to the Goddess herself. Whether or not that was true was irrelevant; Amaterasu watched her name and her legacy be dragged through the dirt for years, then decades, then centuries. It was foul, and all she could do was watch in disgust. If she had told them the truth, would they have believed her? For sometime, Amaterasu - now known as Kyōko Kurosawa served as a shrine maiden; the shrine she was the caretaker of for some time was a shrine to both herself and Tsukiyomi, a bittersweet iron that was not lost on the once all powerful goddess. As interest in the shrine dwindled, she found other things to do with her time, though it was never allowed to deteriorate or decline. To her, the shrine served a mighty purpose. A reminder of what she once was, and would one day hopefully be again. And Kyōko used her time, forever endless so long as she ate the fruit once a year, well. Like any self-respecting person with infinite time, she had built up quite a surplus of funds by the time the 40s had come. It was at the end of that decade, with the end of World War 2, that Kyōko decided she had watched from the sidelines long enough. Using her immense fortune, she purchased a not insignificant chunk of real estate in Tokyo, which she turned into a central hub for what she hoped would be at the forefront of the future of humanity. Vain as it was, she had been convinced that without her, humanity would be doomed to repeat what she’d seen happen time and time again. The business she built over the next 80 or so years focuses on technological advancements for mankind; anything from medical science, to communications. Ran by the Kurosawa family, no one has ever thought to ask how the matriarch always looks the same. Once a year, every year, Kyōko takes a vacation to go and eat the fruit. Every year, she tells herself that this year, she’ll help them find peace - and this will be the last time she eats the fruit. She’s tired. ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬   𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬 ⌜ α м в ι т ι σ и ѕ ⌟ ♤ Amaterasu wants to push mankind forward, toward a peaceful and unified future. She uses her vast resources and the company she’s built to try and do this. ⌜ f є α я ѕ ⌟ ♤ That Tsukiyomi is right, and humans will never find peace in their time.

Marvel: Judgment Day

I am interested.

Rangers

_{Location: Downtown
Interacting with: @Fabricant451 Blondie, @metanoia Good Brother Jackson, @LG Good Brother Dre, and finally @Akayaofthemoon Hana}

Ji-Su had to admit, watching these people fight was entertaining in its own way. From Jackson and Dre performing an alley-oop, to Blondie doing some kind of spinning kick… it seemed they had things under control. JS and the other Korean girl probably could have relaxed and let their fellow Crystal wearers handle business. Of course, this was personal. They’d broken her fucking Ray-Bans, and that was unforgivable. Ji-Su glanced at Jackson, who was asking if she felt any different, and Ji-Su gave him a nod, “Yeah, dude. I feel pretty different.” She thought it was a pretty easy question to ask, but then, Jackson wasn’t exactly the most cookie cutter dude she knew.

Ji-Su turned her body to steal a glance at blondie, who was hyping herself up after calling out her move name, and Ji-Su clapped her hands, letting out a small whistle. “Not bad, blondie. Let me try.” Luckily, there was no shortage of mooks for her to slap the shit out of. Ji-Su swung her arms back and forth as she approached one of the Bechats. She was either going to look really, really sick - or like a fucking idiot, there was frankly no in between.

Once she was close enough to one of the bad guys, Ji-Su immediately turned to the side and leaned back, stretching her leg to its full height - essentially doing the standing splits. The impact came with a shout that sounded like it came out of a cheesy martial arts movie. She’d have been lying if she said the result of the kick didn’t surprise her. Ji-Su definitely felt stronger, but seeing the results was different from feeling them; the Bechat was launched a few feet into the air. Testing the limits of her newfound abilities, Ji-Su hopped up into the air as a follow up.

Ji-Su knew she sounded like an idiot, but she didn’t care. She hadn’t played hours and hours of Tekken 3 to not make Bruce Lee sounds as she kicked the Bechat with one foot, using its body as something of an anchor to spin herself around. The second kick landed, and as she spun through the air, she had to admit it was working out way more smoothly than she could have ever imagined. Fighting game juggle in real life? Check that shit off the bucket list. Spinning around. she landed a third kick - a simple roundhouse one. Then, finally she lifted up her dominant leg - her left - and brought it up high over her head. She slammed it down, and axe kicked the enemy straight into the ground.

The Bechat landed sooner than she did, and once Ji-Su touched down, she immediately turned to look at her new group of friends, before the guy popped. Cool guys didn’t look at explosions, after all. Blondie caught a wink and the slightest curve of Ji-Su’s lips into a smirk, which quickly evaporated and was replaced with a brimming smile as she gave Jackson and Dre a deep bow. She, of course, was under the impression that they would be impressed by her display. “I told you I’d do that one day, my brothers.” She straightened up and turned her attention to the final member of the group, the other Korean.

“Well, you’re up. Show us what you got.”