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𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

Comus, festivities among others

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx HUMAN 𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗦 Phoibe Naxos 𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 twenty four 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗥 model & rebellious party go-er	𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 Magnetic Boisterous Revelrous 𝑩𝑨𝑫 Chaotic Voracious Rebellious 𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 Live life to its fullest. Take all the chances this existence brings about, instill some chaos into the mortal realm. Wreck havoc and bask in it's glow. Just enjoy being a lil party lovin', vice consuming anarchist. Is that so much to ask for? 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 To be stuck in a constant state of ... blah. To being content with being a sheep among the masses. Living a humdrum day to day life as a ... mortal. Anything and everything is better than being content with basics, with the bare minimum. Comus will not be that person. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx	xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx DEITY 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗬 Comus | Κῶμος 𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 Goddess of festivity, revels, anarchy & chaos, nocturnal dalliances. The child and cup-bearer of Dionysus 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗢𝗡 Greek

𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬

Comus | Κῶμος doesn't remember her childhood. Just that it must have happened. Coming into existence for the sole purpose of bearing the cup; THE CUP, to her father, Dionyusus. A life of luxury. Or so most mortals, and even demi-gods would believe. Though, as the decades spanned into centuries and so on and so forth, the task of holding the drink of the drunk guy at the party was not something that Comus reveled in any longer. Bringing about anarchy and chaos when she finds herself bored or slighted. Stemming from the insanity of her old man. Like father like daughter, she s'pposes.

Comus was the child of a literal man-child. It was ... an interesting time, to say the least. She learned many a thing from her father; whom she's almost positive has no idea that she is his own seed made flesh. Tips and tricks on how to host festivities, to hold one's wine. Her favorite pastimes included breaking off into the mortal realm and hosting nocturnal dalliances for those who were lured by her charismatic nature. Those she had cultivated into her own perish of devotees. She was always a generous host, partaking in the revelries every chance given. Never one to pass up a good time. No matter the situation, consequences or cost...

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬

Chaos and Revelry go hand in hand. So long as it's Comus' hands. Which is what she was partaking in when most of the Gods were banished from Olympos. Not really one to bring down the mood of a good party, she went with the flow, basking in the afterglow of the merriment, dalliances and other debaucherous acts taking place in the realm of mortals. Normalcy was never something that appealed to the Goddess, and so while being banished from whatever home she had once had, she began a very nomadic lifestyle. Always seeking the next bigger and best thing. Anything to keep up her spirits. Or, if she was feeling too bored, something that required her undivided chaotic attention.

Normal is an illusion. What is normal for the spider is chaos for the fly

And Comus thrives in the chaos she descends upon the world.

Throughout the years, wandering the earth, Comus - now Phoibe - flitted through the changing seasons, adapting to the times. Festivities were still going strong, even during that one point in time where everyone seemed to die off cause of some plague... Phoibe made sure to stick to the countryside for that one. Europe was an awful place at the time. She doesn't recommend. But the Renaissance!? She thrived among the party-goers and midnight rendezvous, posing for many an artist and sculptors; bringing life to the Gods they so cherished, even this far east from her homeland. After some time, she realized that all forms of mediums would require a subject matter and so she offered herself up to those who needed a muse. For a price and for a time. Until she got bored and moved on.

Phoibe has never had an issue fitting in among the masses. Always sparking the initial life of the party, before passing the torch to someone in need of the limelight and going off to enjoy the excess for herself. But while she's been... "in the moment" of bacchanus occasions, she's caused more chaos than sometimes she likes to admit. Resulting in her having a wrap sheet of somewhat petty offenses. Murder may or may not have been among them. But it's not like she's wholly to blame for those. Anarchy comes with a price. Some were not willing to pay... Though time and time again she's found herself growing closer, in distance, to her old man. They seem to always find one another, even without meaning too. Though, she still doubts he even remembers her and her role in his previous life. Not that she cares. Why would she? She's done just fine with only his tutelage to refer back on.

It was very, very easy to uproot herself along with the obelisk, not like she had anything permanent to hold on to. However, she is noticing a lack of party scenes, not like there were on the east coast. There is, however, her fellow brethren to add some excitement into her current existence. Something they have dabbled in for quite some time. She's here for a good time... and quite a long time it seems. Might as well make the most of it.

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𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

Tlazōlteōtl, Filth Goddess

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx HUMAN 𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗦 Tlalli " Lalli " Teotl 𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 27 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗥 Owner of a strip club; The Jade Jaguar	𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 Charismatic Vivacious Ambitious 𝑩𝑨𝑫 Impatient Self Indulgent Unapologetic 𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 To be loved. Actually, truly loved. Never having to worry of being used and tossed aside as she has been for the last so many years. Love for the sake of love and not for anything else. 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 Trapped in an endless cycle of loneliness. She fears that the ones she is closest too are using her for her talents and gifts and therefore keeps everyone at arms length. Never truly trusting anyone and their intentions. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx	xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx DEITY 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗬 Tlazōlteōtl 𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 Goddess of Filth 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗢𝗡 Huaxtec - Aztec

𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬

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

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬

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

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

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

Tlazōlteōtl's Relations

based entirely upon @fledermaus's template

TLAZOLTEOTL RELATIONSHIPS
TLAZOLTEOTL RELATIONSHIPS

★ 𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 • ✿ 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 • ❤ 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 • ✖ 𝚎𝚗𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚢

^{_______________________________________} 𝐀 𝐙 𝐓 𝐄 𝐂 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ^{_______________________________________}

CENTEOTL
 CENTEOTL

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{My son, nopil, never was there a mother who was more proud of their child than i am of you. you brought our people such sustenance. Centeotl was very important to the Aztecs and their culture. a young god - but nonetheless vital. bringing forth the maize so that they could survive and thrive. Lalli had never loved anyone or anything in the way that she loved and adored her only child. he was her everything. she was finally able to love and be love wholly. until the day, after being condemned to their current, mortal selves, he was killed. the amount of grief that consumed the goddess was insurmountable and for a time a couple of decades at least she mourned. going on benders, ranging from drink and drug to outright violent acts of rage... all in the company of one Ares. it was the first official bonding experience for the two of them. and through him and their mutual grief and acceptance for the most part she was able to push forward. doesn't mean she misses him any less. though, she did get revenge on the one who killed her child. "saniyo uikpa yeika achiueyak se ihkuak tikpia loaned teuantin nik sese okse. achto timeetkeh oksepa..." | "only for so short a while you have loaned us to each other. before we meet again"}

XOCHIPILLI
 XOCHIPILLI

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{Little brother, icuh, picking petals are you...? they have a pretty solid relationship all things considered. typical sibling rivalries and spats galore, poking fun at one another until they're both laughing messes; never failing to come back together by the end of it all. but no one picks on him but her. someone whom she loves with her every fiber, but will also argue with until the world collapses on itself. always seeking him out when she can, always the big sister, the tehueltiuh. he doesn't so much as need her but she's not one to listen to his complaints. the subject of debate between the two of them is how they both seem to own and operate similar styled clubs. and so close to one another as well. Lalli likes to pull the older sibling card whenever she can in order to win the arguments. has even suggested combining the two clubs at some point. maybe it will happen? who is to say for certain...}

XOLOTL
 XOLOTL

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{Big brother, achtli, you have dirt under your nails... probably the most solid of the aztec siblings. they are closer with one another, having experienced their fair share of being overlooked for the more favorable of the gods. looking at you, quetzalcoatl however that doesn't mean he isn't exasperated by her and her antics and mannerisms from time to time. she does that to people. he's always willing to offer up his services to her at the drop of a hat; something she hasn't needed to utilize for quite some time but never fails to bring her a sense of comfort nonetheless. secrets laughed about loudly at the expense of others with them two at the center of it all. they would make a fearsome duo should the need arise. for now, she's content with business as usual. never one to miss their weekly visits, always greeting with some knowing twinkle in her eyes.}

^{_______________________________________} 𝐄 𝐆 𝐘 𝐏 𝐓 𝐈 𝐀 𝐍 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ^{_______________________________________}

HATHOR
 HATHOR

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{the best damn bartender Lalli has ever laid eyes upon. it helps that she's easy on the eyes. Lalli wouldn't deny that there is a certain allure to Hathor that originally attracted her, but she's never been one for subtlety to begin with. however, Lalli enjoys the goddess' presence it brings her unimaginable calmness. it's often that she seeks the wisdom and guidance of the Mistress of Life - hoping and sub-sequentially praying that she can help the Filth Goddess with finding true love. always taking the words to heart. they get along swimmingly and Lalli would be remiss to not call Hathor her best friend and closest confidant.}

ANUBIS
 ANUBIS

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{an unlikely pair when first glance comes their way. however, the two of them get along just fine. and it's all thanks to Imentet, truly. if it hadn't been for her meddling the two would have strayed apart. Anubis doesn't take too well to social situations, but that is where she thrives most. so she sits and listens to him go on and on about how he doesn't truly need to have a license or have gone to school in order to judge people - he's been doing it for a millennia! and although it might annoy a lot of the others, Lalli absolutely agrees. who better to know about their jobs than the gods who designed the systems? they bond a lot over tea within the walls of the Little Marjoram. she just keeps a lot of her side businesses out of his ears if she can help it...}

IMENTET
 IMENTET

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{the one who grabbed Lalli by the shoulders and threw her into the fire. not literally, but she might as well have. being the owner and operator of her own tea shop that Lalli finds herself visiting four out of the seven days of the week. usually to catch up or gossip about the clients that stroll into the Jaguar during the week. it was because of Imentet, that Lalli even has a relationship with a lot of the other Egyptian pantheons. and for that, she is quite thankful. it helps that Imentet is easy enough to get along with. another one whom she keeps her side businesses hush hush around...}

^{_______________________________________} 𝐆 𝐑 𝐄 𝐄 𝐊 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ^{_______________________________________}

THANATOS
 THANATOS

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{it has been a long time, tīcitl | healer. will your touches sooth more than the aches of my bones and soul as they have in the past? where has life taken you, what journeys' ends have you witnessed fall into your calming embrace? the loves you have had, have. do they bring you the rest you seek? it has been far too long.}

ARES
 ARES

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{the best damn 'partner' she's ever encountered. the two of them go waaaaay back. when she lost her only child and he lost the love of his life - they were two weary souls hurting and going through turmoil. what better way to cure an aching heart? with gratuitous drink and sin and destruction. once the dust settled, they were then brought back together by illicit and illegal business. what had originally been thought to start off as a mutually beneficial business exchange was actually just a way for the small seeds of friendship, that had taken root many years before, to spread and grow into a close knit bond. they meet frequently. if not for just all around shenanigans and pure fuckery than it's for business. not that Lalli minds. she enjoys the War God's company in all forms. something tugs at her and calls for her to view him as much more than a friend}

HADES
 HADES

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{big bad boss man. well, sorta. Lalli has no official qualms with the god, but she definitely prefers dealing with Ares. Hades hardly steps foot into the Jade Jaguar unless it's a matter of the utmost importance. otherwise he can't be bothered to stop by for a drink and a dance.}

ATHENA
 ATHENA

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{there isn't a whole lot to say in regards to the wisdom and war goddess. though there are similarities within the deep recesses of their titles and what they could do and have done to the mortals - even the other immortals - Lalli doubts that Natalia would see it the same way. Both of them are on opposite sides of the law. they can be seen squaring up to one another, always trying to extract or catch the Jade Jaguar in the midst of something shady and illegal all in the hopes of catching Ares or better yet Hades. so far... it's been in vain. who knows what the future holds for the detective...}

HERACLES
 HERACLES

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{frat dude and all around party-goer. he's the promotional poster golden boy for the Jade Jaguar. and someone Lalli enjoys having around. not only for the business he brings in, though that helps, he's the life of the party made flesh. a flirtatious relationship bordering on professional, she isn't above rules and moral ambiguity such as "not sleeping with employees". things like that are trivial and are put in place strictly to be broken. right? and who better to help cultivate that sinful debauchery he's got following him around than the owner herself?}

HERMES
 HERMES

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{the epitome of fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me - as the old saying goes. isn't that right? so long ago, hermes had asked for her help in a long con. the catch? they needed to be romantically involved. simple enough, seeing who they were. however, she broke the one rule of no feelings. it had all just felt so real and she wanted it to be real more than anything. though, when the con ended, so too did their pseudo relationship, thus resulting in a slighted and heartbroken goddess. what's even worse, is he doesn't even realize exactly what he's done. somehow that makes it so much worse. but it isn't like she's going to bring it up. so, she dances around the feelings aspect anytime they're in the same room as one another. which is often, seeing as he likes to use her establishment when working a new mark. she doesn't mind. not really. but her exterior expression would say otherwise. she tries to be salty and petty and just an overall bitch to him. but she can't. not when he gives her those sweet, puppy eyes - she's a goner. Hermes can literally get away with anything when it comes to her.}

^{_______________________________________} 𝙽 𝙾 𝚁 𝚂 𝙴 𝙿 𝙰 𝙽 𝚃 𝙷 𝙴 𝙾 𝙽 ^{_______________________________________}

FREYA
 FREYA

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{a hoe. but one of her favorites. tlazolteotl get along like a wildfire and they sure cause some too. similar in their desires of the flesh - mortal and godly alike - they gravitated towards one another with ease. the incident with odin and ares in the past on both their parts has now in the past. everything is great. except now that freya and pluto are becoming a thing, she doesn't know how to handle the close proximity to a well loathed ex.}

ODIN
 ODIN

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{a fling that took place many, many eons ago. or so it seems. the two were intermingled in a weekend of passion. or was it two? tlazolteotl can't seem to remember. it was purely for pleasure and nothing more. a chance for them both to learn a few new things about the other, and themselves. but the fire of passion between them was thoroughly extinguished after that time in their lives for one another. he still comes around the club for the entertainment. she likes to think it's for her on some occasions. wishful thinking of a goddess looking to devour sin while she waits for love or some bullshit.}

^{_______________________________________} 𝚁 𝙾 𝙼 𝙰 𝙽 𝙿 𝙰 𝙽 𝚃 𝙷 𝙴 𝙾 𝙽 ^{_______________________________________}

PLUTO
 PLUTO

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{There was a time... for a time, where the two of them shared more of themselves with one another. A time when it wasn't just sheets and beds and pillow talk. Some semblance of a life. All things must come to an end, and in Tlazolteotl's case, her relationship with Pluto was no exception. It was then that her son was murdered, all in the attempts to please his idol, the man who captured his mother's heart. He wanted to do well by Pluto; but ended up doing something foolish and it came back on him - resulting in his untimely end. Laz has since placed the blame on the man. Breaking it off and making the pledge to never seek him out or speak of their time together. In her mind and heart, it's best if they believed it to never happened in the first place. All seemed to have played out well enough. Until the news spread that he may have his claws into Freya...}

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Comus, festivities among others

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx HUMAN 𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗦 Coley "Coco" Merkouri [Naxos] 𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 twenty four 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗥 model & rebellious party go-er	𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 Magnetic Boisterous Revelrous 𝑩𝑨𝑫 Chaotic Voracious Rebellious 𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 Live life to its fullest. Take all the chances this existence brings about, instill some chaos into the mortal realm. Wreck havoc and bask in it's glow. Just enjoy being a lil party lovin', vice consuming anarchist. Is that so much to ask for? 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 To be stuck in a constant state of ... blah. To being content with being a sheep among the masses. Living a humdrum day to day life as a ... mortal. Anything and everything is better than being content with basics, with the bare minimum. Comus will not be that person. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx	xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx DEITY 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗬 Comus | Κῶμος 𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 Goddess of festivity, revels, anarchy & chaos, nocturnal dalliances. The child and cup-bearer of Dionysus 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗢𝗡 Greek

𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬

Comus | Κῶμος doesn't remember her childhood. Just that it must have happened. Coming into existence for the sole purpose of bearing the cup; THE CUP, to her father, Dionyusus. A life of luxury. Or so most mortals, and even demi-gods would believe. Though, as the decades spanned into centuries and so on and so forth, the task of holding the drink of the drunk guy at the party was not something that Comus reveled in any longer. Bringing about anarchy and chaos when she finds herself bored or slighted. Stemming from the insanity of her old man. Like father like daughter, she s'pposes.

Comus was the child of a literal man-child. It was ... an interesting time, to say the least. She learned many a thing from her father; whom she's almost positive has no idea that she is his own seed made flesh. Tips and tricks on how to host festivities, to hold one's wine. Her favorite pastimes included breaking off into the mortal realm and hosting nocturnal dalliances for those who were lured by her charismatic nature. Those she had cultivated into her own perish of devotees. She was always a generous host, partaking in the revelries every chance given. Never one to pass up a good time. No matter the situation, consequences or cost...

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬

Chaos and Revelry go hand in hand. So long as it's Comus' hands. Which is what she was partaking in when most of the Gods were banished from Olympos. Not really one to bring down the mood of a good party, she went with the flow, basking in the afterglow of the merriment, dalliances and other debaucherous acts taking place in the realm of mortals. Normalcy was never something that appealed to the Goddess, and so while being banished from whatever home she had once had, she began a very nomadic lifestyle. Always seeking the next bigger and best thing. Anything to keep up her spirits. Or, if she was feeling too bored, something that required her undivided chaotic attention.

Normal is an illusion. What is normal for the spider is chaos for the fly

And Comus thrives in the chaos she descends upon the world.

Throughout the years, wandering the earth, Comus - now Coley - flitted through the changing seasons, adapting to the times. Festivities were still going strong, even during that one point in time where everyone seemed to die off cause of some plague... Coley made sure to stick to the countryside for that one. Europe was an awful place at the time. She doesn't recommend. But the Renaissance!? She thrived among the party-goers and midnight rendezvous, posing for many an artist and sculptors; bringing life to the Gods they so cherished, even this far east from her homeland. After some time, she realized that all forms of mediums would require a subject matter and so she offered herself up to those who needed a muse. For a price and for a time. Until she got bored and moved on.

Coco has never had an issue fitting in among the masses. Always sparking the initial life of the party, before passing the torch to someone in need of the limelight and going off to enjoy the excess for herself. But while she's been... "in the moment" of bacchanus occasions, she's caused more chaos than sometimes she likes to admit. Resulting in her having a wrap sheet of somewhat petty offenses. Murder may or may not have been among them. But it's not like she's wholly to blame for those. Anarchy comes with a price. Some were not willing to pay... Though time and time again she's found herself growing closer, in distance, to her old man. They seem to always find one another, even without meaning too. Though, she still doubts he even remembers her and her role in his previous life. Not that she cares. Why would she? She's done just fine with only his tutelage to refer back on.

It was very, very easy to uproot herself along with the obelisk, not like she had anything permanent to hold on to. However, she is noticing a lack of party scenes, not like there were on the east coast. There is, however, her fellow brethren to add some excitement into her current existence. Something they have dabbled in for quite some time. She's here for a good time... and quite a long time it seems. Might as well make the most of it.

Comus' Relations

★ 𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 • ✿ 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 • ❤ 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 • ✖ 𝚎𝚗𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚢

^{_______________________________________} 𝙶 𝚁 𝙴 𝙴 𝙺 𝙿 𝙰 𝙽 𝚃 𝙷 𝙴 𝙾 𝙽 ^{_______________________________________}

PERSEPHONE
 PERSEPHONE

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{sweet, beautiful flower child - one that she enjoys company with and tries to corrupt at all times. all in good fun of course. she wouldn't wish any harm or negative actions to befall her most favored grandmother~ Coco missed out on a lot of bonding time back in the old days. so, now that they are together at last, and know of each other's existence, they spend a lot of time together. cuddle puddles courtesy of Hypnos and flower crowns for days. expect to find Coco relaxed and just chilling laying in her lap and enjoying the feeling of her fingers through her locks. one of the few people that she can be calm and still around and be content with it all.}

HADES
 HADES

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{what isn't to love about the big bad ruler of the underworld? yeah, sure. OK he's got a few skeletons in his closet - but, Coco ain't a saint either. besides. they're greek. who among them doesn't? however, there is very little Coco wouldn't do for her grand-paps. having announced her lineage to him one day by waltzing into his office, plopping down in his chair and proclaiming she's his granddaughter was an epic way to begin their relationship. and she wouldn't have it any other way. is a little perturbed that he didn't show her any love in their old lives. though, she can't be too angry - it's not like he knew}

DIONYSUS
 DIONYSUS

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{daddy dearest. she's spent her life resenting him, at least somewhat. there was that stint of time where she followed him like a good servant and student would follow their master. however, it doesn't change the fact that he didn't acknowledge her as his own. something that she didn't mention to him either - so it's on her too. but still! she can't be too furious with the guy. she learned so much from him that carried over into her own abilities and titles that the mortals worshiped her for. not to mention, he isn't the worst person to kick it with. she would even go so far as to say... fun. but don't tell him that. it would probably just feed his ego. she thoroughly enjoys his company and the wise wisdom he provides her on the stupidest shit. Coco cherishes it regardless. she definitely tries to drink him under the table. they should probably keep score on that...}

HYPNOS
 HYPNOS

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{the first to know of Coco and her true identity before all. and though she comes to find this out later, she isn't upset by the knowledge. he is a primordial after all. even with all of this he is one of her closest confidants going to one another to enjoy and bask in some snuggle, cuddle parties. especially when she's on the verge of unconsciousness like she is prone to doing on a regular basis. it's him who she turns to - if he doesn't take initiative and drag her to his home - and there they collapse in his pitch black room and sleep. he provides the best place to relax - in more than one way poppies anyone? the best comfort support system. he's sometimes a little too against her and the party squads shenanigans, but he'll come around...}

HERMES
 HERMES

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{prank master general. at least within the Greek pantheon. normally these two wouldn't ever hang out alone with one another. always accompanied by #thebois or other members of the pantheon family. though, there are the times where one will get a prank idea rolling around in their mind and seek the other out for their assistance. heck, Hermes has even offered to take her under his wing and teach her the ways of conning gambling. he even brought her to her first game of poker. where they successfully swindled a wealthy czar outta an estate in the attica islands. it was a shame they weren't able to enjoy it for long before being condemned to the obelisk. but, they always have greece. and all the swindling they be doing throughout the years.}

HERACLES
 HERACLES

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{what isn't to enjoy when it comes to the mighty Herc? another model like herself, they pose a lot together, helping get those likes and status points that}

APOLLO
 APOLLO

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{sunny deposition ain't got nothing on the truth. that 'Pollo is just as bright as the sun and will make you feel nice and warm in the process. talented chef of the party squad, he makes sure they all get to eat something that didn't come out of the microwave. also great when you want a lil sun on an ever typical cloudy Seattle day. Apollo is one of Coco's closest friends and she loves being able to look to him for an extended good time. the old adage goes, never kiss and tell - but, she's all about the fun and there's no fun in not trying...}

^{_______________________________________} 𝙹 𝙰 𝙿 𝙰 𝙽 𝙴 𝚂 𝙴 𝙿 𝙰 𝙽 𝚃 𝙷 𝙴 𝙾 𝙽 ^{_______________________________________}

BENZAITEN
 BENZAITEN

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{what is there to say about this bombshell of a woman? other than she's badass and sexy and smart and just.... sigh. Coco is enamored to say the least when it comes to her bestest best gal friend. the party is always on when they get together. which is almost all the time. Ben is in charge of filming everything and posting it to social media. how else is Herc gonna get them likes? they totally have made out among other more salacious things. however, seeing as the two of them are not beings who can be easily tied down to one person, place or thing, they have decided it's best to approach whatever it is they have to strictly not strings or feelings attached. if that's the case then whyyyy does Coco constantly feel a slight tug whenever she sees Ben out and about with others... thus resulting in Coco also seeking the company of others. but she doesn't want to get left behind or forgotten again. but it also feels like something else. it's not like their exclusive or anything ha ha haa...}

^{_______________________________________} 𝚈 𝙾 𝚁 𝚄 𝙱 𝙰 𝙽 𝙿 𝙰 𝙽 𝚃 𝙷 𝙴 𝙾 𝙽 ^{_______________________________________}

SHANGO
 SHANGO

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{Coco absolutely loves to poke at the Yoruban god of fire. anything to get him riled up. because it's fun. but also because she likes being a dick to him. she's enjoyed being that way since the days of old.}

YEMOJA
 YEMOJA

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{YEMOJA; being a part of the Yoruban pantheon is something of a saddening experience for Coco when it comes to the goddess of the oceans, because to Coco, she seems like she would be great to have around for a fun time. Alas, the whole incident(s) from the past... it wasn't even truly the greeks fault... stupid romans but ya know, semantics and all. though, to be completely honest, she was there. might have even lead an army or two. she can't really remember. she's had a lot to drink since then. like... a lot. so, to get them together and to be civil with one another, it's just a lot to ask of Coco.}

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Odin, the Allfather

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx HUMAN 𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗦 Arik Börson 𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 49 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗥 'Retired' Business Magnate	𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 Courageous Voracious Adroit 𝑩𝑨𝑫 Stoic Tenacious Ruthless 𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 To seek out all the knowledge the world has to offer. To obtain to unobtainable. To be able to prevent such a disaster as the erection of the Colossus from ever taking root within the Nine Realms and lording it over the different pantheons and the immortals that reside within them. To destroy the Colossus. 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 The end of days. Ragnarök. It's not so much a fear as it was when he first learned of the inevitability. However, a millennia or so has passed and though it isn't as prevalent within the forefront of Odin's mind, it is still there. He fears that, upon looking at his fellow counterparts of the opposite pantheons, he will, or rather has, become a lot like them in their relationships with their children. The absentee, the neglectful, the bane of their existence. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx	xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx DEITY 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗬 Odin 𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 ⋗ Allfather 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗢𝗡 Norse

𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬

In most texts, Odin was depicted as a long-bearded, one-eyed man wearing a broad hat and a cloak, wielding his spear, Gungnir. Something that never failed to make the Allfather smile in mirth upon listening as he sat among the midgardians. However, if he ever did make his face appear to the mortals, and wanted them to knowit was him, Odin made sure to appear as they thought he looked. In his never ending quest to obtain wisdom and knowledge, he sought out Mimir, an extremely wise god in his own right. Mimir possessed the well Mímisbrunnrl; beneath one of three roots of Yggdrasil, said that the waters contained substantial wisdom and knowledge, and if someone drank from the well they would also gain wisdom. Though, Mimir required that whosoever shall drink from the well sacrifice one of their eyes. Odin agreed. A small price to pay for the pursuit of understanding.

Not too terribly long after was Mimir giving counsel to another Aesir god; cheating out the Vanir, was seized and beheaded and then his head sent to Asgard. Upon receiving, Odin took the head, embalmed it with herbs so that it would not rot, and spoke charms over it, which gave it the power to speak to him and reveal to him secrets. He planned on keeping his counsel wherever he went. Anything to have a leg up on information on the other worlds.

Ruling from his throne Hlidskjalf, he was able to observe all that happens in the nine realms. Accompanied by the wolves Freki and Geri, to whom he gives his food for he himself consumes nothing but wine, the ravens Huginn and Muninn, who bring him information from all over Midgard, eyes ablaze like a frozen lake with a fire burning bright beneath it's sheet, Odin ruled over Asgard with an iron fist clad in gold. Though his intentions were noble in all but results. His pursuit of knowledge and wisdom,His intentions were noble, but misguided, and he genuinely wanted what was best for his people and the realms as he sought to prevent Ragnarök (an event that would go on to kill myriads of innocent people including the Aesir and the Vanir) from happening. Centuries of reigning undisputed with unlimited power as well as a lifetime of failed trials however, had gradually hardened him to the point where he was unable, or perhaps, unwilling to accept that his actions and the actions of his fellow Aesir was having a negative effect and was in fact leading them all ironically into causing the very disaster that he was trying so long to avoid.

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬

With the appearance of the Colossus, Odin and the other pantheons were blindsided, metaphorically. Something the knowledge seeker did not appreciate. All the knowledge and wisdom and understanding and he was caught unprepared. He first feared that it was a path of Ragnarök that he had misinterpreted. That must have been it. It was the only logical explanation for this twisted turn of events. And so, Odin's paranoia grabbed a-hold of him tightly, plaguing his mind and the days turned years spent on Midgard among those who worshiped him. ;

Odin spent a lot of his time on Midgard dodging his children, Fenrir and Hel, even his blood brother Loki, all in the hopes to avoid Ragnarök. It wasn't until a few hundred years ago or so that the irrational fears of the end of days and all those involved slowly dispersed from his mind. During those times in which paranoia was all but fleeting, his primal war like urges surfaced and he found himself amidst the bloodied and tired and torn. There were times that one could look upon a battlefield, among those that believed in everything under the sun and those that believed in nothing at all, simply mad ramblings of a soldier who just wanted to make it home... just one more... and see his bright, burning blue eyes shine; covered in someone else's blood. He often took pity on the souls that fought and died alongside him and granted their wishes as best as he could in this new form. It wasn't easy, as there were no Valkyries to come and whisk them away to Valhalla where they would feast for eternity. Moments like those, his mind was calm but his thoughts screamed volumes.

Knowledge is what drove him around the world, amidst the paranoia driven actions, before the Colossus made it difficult to do even that. He became the moniker the midgardians bestowed upon him all those years ago; a traveler. The Traveler. Traversing the entire realm absorbing the teachings of the great minds and putting them to good use; one way or another. However, it wasn't enough for the God. No, Odin craved the interaction among the others like him; other gods - he cared not for which pantheon they belonged to. He saw it as the ultimate cornucopia of insight. Who better to learn new things from than the gods who resided over their own ilk?

Odin was successful in his endeavors and took his learnings and turned it into an empire with which he could live off of. A kingdom among men. An empire built on the collection of secrets and backroom dealings and pouring himself over tomes, scrolls, textbooks, running this body of his ragged just for the mere taste. It all became worth it, when at the turn of the eighteenth century Odin started up an energy company; one that supplied coal gas and coke as well as a publishing house. From there Odin's empire only grew, over the years he was able to establish and run seven other businesses; effectively making the Börson a name known 'round the globe for having their fingers in a number of different pies.

Now, now you can find Arik Börson living it up in "retirement". Though he uses that term loosely. There is always someone somewhere that insists on pestering the Allfather with trivial matters. All of which he is expected to be responsible for and deal with. He will, cause honestly? He detests idle hands. Odin is still a seeker of knowledge and a lot of the times can be found sitting in the back of university classes, absorbing the lessons spouted by midgardians in less than enthusiastic tones, or dancing around his penthouse flat a la Tom Cruise in 'Risky Business'. What does he care? He's retired... he shouldn't be bothered for 'nothing but a good time.
_{TLDR; Odin = Daddy Warbucks, but with a retired Hawaiian shirt and fruity drinks with lil umbrellas and true seeker of knowledge kinda vibe}

Odin's Relations

ODIN'S RELATIONSHIPS
ODIN'S RELATIONSHIPS

★ 𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 • ✿ 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 • ♥ 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 • ✖ 𝚎𝚗𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚢

^{_______________________________________} 𝙰 𝚉 𝚃 𝙴 𝙲 𝙿 𝙰 𝙽 𝚃 𝙷 𝙴 𝙾 𝙽 ^{_______________________________________}

TLAZOLTEOTL
 TLAZOLTEOTL

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{Good looking gal. Strong willed and temperamental, but she does well by the Allfather. She doesn't have to kick him out of her club, and that's a win in both their books. Besides, he shells out a lotta cash and helps keep the bills paid at the Jade. A win win for the both of them.}

^{_______________________________________} 𝙶 𝚁 𝙴 𝙴 𝙺 𝙿 𝙰 𝙽 𝚃 𝙷 𝙴 𝙾 𝙽 ^{_______________________________________}

THEMIS
 THEMIS

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{The love of his new life. They share some many wonderful experiences together. Seekers of knowledge to the highest degree. For the longest time they sought after one another with passing glances and touches, never truly being together, until recently. A relationship bloomed between the two of them, kept hush hush as per requested from his lady love. However... it's not all it's cracked up to be... tensions have been a little higher than normal for the both of them. Perhaps coming to a head?}

PAN
 PAN

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{Two nomads traveling a foreign world were bound to run into each other eventually. A curious soul at heart, Odin took an interest in the Nature God, being the first god of a foreign pantheon he ran into since the fall; Odin sought to speak with him and learn of his domain and his pantheon. Ever the seeker of knowledge. The pair traded stories as they traveled together, Odin quickly seeing similarities between this mischievous one and his own, more familiar trickster. Something that made his soul weary and ache with a type of homesick. However, because of his experience with Loki, Odin knew to be slightly at arms length with Pan; no hard feelings, just live and learn. This young man - at least in mortal form - held his own quick wit, biting sarcasm and an outlook about him that Odin couldn't help but admire and whispered prayers in an ancient foreign language that Pan keep cultivating and stay true to himself. Odin sees him often, but they don't interact as much as the Allfather would like. However, with him now frequenting Rome 1.5 as much as Odin does, it might happen sooner than they think.}

^{_______________________________________} 𝙽 𝙾 𝚁 𝚂 𝙴 𝙿 𝙰 𝙽 𝚃 𝙷 𝙴 𝙾 𝙽 ^{_______________________________________}

FREYA
 FREYA

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{Hoe. There was once something there. Many, many, many eons ago. Odin was a different man then. Freya... well, Freya has always been Freya. And she will always do what Freya does best. Hoe.}

LOKI
LOKI

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{Loki, Loki, Loki... where to begin with you? Odin and Loki have been together since the beginning. It was fun, always filling their days with adventure and excitement - of varying kinds. Blood Brothers. Everything changed when the fire nation attacked once Odin foresaw the coming of Ragnarok. Imprisoning, or worse Loki's children has painted an enormous target on the back of the Allfather. Even though Loki has made it abundantly clear what his motives are for Odin, Odin still cherishes him and his counsel with open arms. And a warm bed. Something he often finds Loki occupying; regardless of the denies Loki spews the next morning... It has not gone over well with Themis - something he does feel a lot of guilt over.}

HEL
 HEL

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{Daughter of his blood brother and queen of Helheim. A modest title and realm he generously bestowed upon her. Though, she is hellbent on seeing Odin destroyed... he doesn't hate her. He can see where and why she would loathe and detest him, and he doesn't blame her. He wishes that it wasn't so; he would really like to speak with her and learn all that she has to teach him - he's sure that she can - but, alas it is futile. So, he only offers smiles and waves and a general safe distance away from her if he can help it.}

FENRIR
 FENRIR

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{The one who will end it all. With Fenrir comes Ragnarok and so the end of Odin. For the longest time, Odin has feared the name Fenrir and all that that name holds. However, as Odin has lived among the mortals for the last, whew, hundreds of years - and thinking that the fall was Ragnarok - he's learned to accept the fate that has been determined for him. It doesn't make him any less weary of the Wolf; but it has given him time to reflect on how it was he had treated his friend and brother's son.}

JÖRMUNGANDR
 JÖRMUNGANDR

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{What isn't to say about the anaconda that is Jormungandr? When the fall first took place Jormungandr sought Odin out to ahem ascertain answers to the questions he sought; ones specifically geared towards those that concerned him and his family - rightfully so. Thinking that Odin was a coward for taking action as he did. Now, however, with answers given, all seems... calm? Friendly and cordial even between the two. Their acceptance of Ragnarok aids in their relationship, something that they can bond over for who knows how long. They share conversations over weed based dishes that he cooks up and prepares in his bistro. Sometimes Loki joins.}

^{_______________________________________} 𝚁 𝙾 𝙼 𝙰 𝙽 𝙿 𝙰 𝙽 𝚃 𝙷 𝙴 𝙾 𝙽 ^{_______________________________________}

JANUS
 JANUS

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{A great friend and confidant, Odin often times finds himself at Rome 1.5 at least once a week for their get togethers. Every time resulting in Mars inserting himself into the hangouts. Odin doesn't mind. He likes Mars well enough. Their evenings consisting of cigars, fine liquor and just gods shooting the shit. Sometimes, if Odin is lucky, they can convince the others to join in on something completely base of their old ways and just LET LOOSE. Odin has been officially inducted into the Roman pantheon.}

MARS
 MARS

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{Another Roman that Odin enjoys spending time with. Having been in business with the Romans - both Mars and Janus - since forever, it was bound to happen that they would form a sort of friendship. Even if that isn't how it originally began. Janus and Odin bonded first with Mars trailing - something Mars likes to whine about. Odin doesn't care. Janus does. He gets along fine with the God of War, something they have in common and discuss at length a lot of the times. The old days, as it were.}

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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.

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Ra, The Creator God

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx HUMAN 𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗦 Rameses Zakai 𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 33 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗥 Architect; Intaglio Architecture Firm	𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 Inventive Adroit Ambitious 𝑩𝑨𝑫 Hubristic Over Indulgent Unyielding 𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 To rule and be revered as he once was. To create and create and create. To reclaim all that is his, because let's face it — he created it all. To rebuilt and repopulate the land, and continue to tinker away at his creations. To then improve on those creations and make them the best they could ever hope to possibly be. All thanks to him, of course. 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 The idea that he and his works would be removed from history entirely. He has walked among the mortals for some time now. He knows how their faith has waned and it has not pleased him in the slightest. He refuses to be forgotten, lost to the sands of time. Whether by a so called God Killer or the Colossal itself. Ra will not succumb to death or abandonment so easily. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx	xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx DEITY 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗬 Ra 𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 God of the Sun order, kings, and sky just put him down for everything 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗢𝗡 Egyptian

𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬

Only Darkness embraced the Primeval Ocean out of which life would come. When the breath of life was strong and ready, the entity called Atum decided it was time for Creation to begin. An island emerged from the water to support this divinity, who manifested itself in the form of Ra, the sun god of Egypt. Ra created out of himself the first gods and from them the Principles of life, namely Osiris, was created; who eventually would rule over the rest of the world—which Ra was busy creating by naming the elements.

The Egyptians of old believed that as the sun god, Ra was to sail across the heavens during the day; emerging from the east in a boat of a different name and by the end of the day his boat was then renamed once more. At the end of the day, it was believed that Ra died and sailed on to the underworld, leaving the moon in his place to light up the world. Ra was reborn at dawn the very next day. The cycle ever continuing. During his journey across the heavens during the day, he fought with his main enemy, an evil serpent named Apep, The Lord of Chaos and in the form of a cat named Mau, Ra defeated him.

Ra spent an eternity creating and creating, expanding and cultivating and perfecting his creations. All in the hopes that they would be as perfect and whole as he. The ancient Egyptians worshiped Ra more than any other god and pharaohs often connected themselves with Ra in their efforts to be seen as the earthly embodiment of their Sun God. Although Ra was highly revered and devoutly worshiped, there are those who suggest he eventually grew weak. A legend tells of how Isis lauds over him healing in favor of his name; where his power resided. However, it was by Isis' own hand that caused him to need her in the first place — Isis gathered Ra’s saliva and created a snake out of it, setting the serpent in Ra’s path and it bit him. Isis wanted his power and eventually, because of the pain he was in, Ra allowed Isis to “search through him” and in so doing, she healed him and some of his power was then transferred over to her.

<sub>Ra lived on earth and ruled a glorious kingdom and for a time, this kingdom thrived and men gave Ra the respect due him, but Ra began to grow old, and they mocked him. Ra grew extremely angry when he heard the blasphemy of mankind. He gathered the gods to him to hear their counsel. The gods met in secrecy, so that mankind would know nothing of this meeting. All the company of great gods, gathered around Ra as he told the story of mankind’s insolence. Ra spoke to his father; “Nu, you are first born, oldest of the gods, I am your son, I seek your council. The men that I have created, speak evil of me. They anger me greatly, but I will not destroy them before you have spoken.”

At length Nun answered, saying; “You are a great god, you are greater than I, You are the son who is mightier than his father. If you turn your eye upon the men who blaspheme you they shall perish from the earth.” Doing as Nun had suggested Ra turned his terrible gaze upon the men of the earth and they ran in disarray, hiding in the shadows where the eye of Ra could not harm them.

Again the gods met to give counsel to Ra and they said he should send his eye down among the men so they could not hide. So the eye of Ra, in the form of the goddess Hathor went into the hiding places, striking fear in the hearts of men. Much of mankind was slain. Hathor returned to Ra after the first day as mighty as a lioness. Taking the form of Sekhmet, she declared, “I have been mighty among mankind. It is pleasing to me.” But having tasted blood, Sekhmet would not be appeased.

Ra now realized that Hathor-Sekhmet would destroy the human race completely. Angry as he was he wished to rule mankind, not see it destroyed. There was only one way to stop Hathor-Sekhmet, he had to trick her. He ordered his attendants to brew seven thousand jars of beer and color it red using mandrakes and the blood of those who had been slain. In the morning Ra had his servants take the beer to the place where Hathor would viciously slaughter the remnant of mankind. Ra’s servants poured the beer mixture on the fields. And so, Hathor-Sekhmet came to this place where the beer flooded the fields. Looking down, her gaze was caught by her own reflection, and it pleased her. She drank deeply of the beer, became drunk, fell asleep, and abandoned her blood thirsty quest.</sub>

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬

The Old Kingdom. Something Ra yearns for in this new day and age. Yet he has successfully paved a way for him and his ilk in this time. Years spent creating and perfecting and honing the only craft he has anymore has led to his triumph over what the Colossus has tried and failed to conquer. What is a stone beneath the sun's beams? Being subjected to all that the mortal plane has to offer; which as Ra has witnessed is a myriad of quiet a lot and not nearly enough. He has been hidden away, too busy with his own plans to reach out to his kin; his creations. Until now. News of a certain someone's death has caused for some concern. It is time for him to reclaim what is his and continue on with the rebuilding of the land.

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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.

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

Tlazōlteōtl, Filth Goddess

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx HUMAN 𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗦 Tlalli " Lalli " Teotl 𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 26 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗥 Owner of a strip club; The Jade Jaguar	𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 Charismatic Vivacious Ambitious 𝑩𝑨𝑫 Impatient Self Indulgent Unapologetic 𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 To be loved. Actually, truly loved. Never having to worry of being used and tossed aside as she has been for the last so many years. Love for the sake of love and not for anything else. 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 Trapped in an endless cycle of loneliness. She fears that the ones she is closest too are using her for her talents and gifts and therefore keeps everyone at arms length. Never truly trusting anyone and their intentions. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx	xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx DEITY 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗬 Tlazōlteōtl 𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 Goddess of Filth 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗢𝗡 Huaxtec - Aztec

𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬

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

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬

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

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

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

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

should we post the CS here once completed?

Descension (A God SoL RP)

id like to reserve Zhenya Katava for Tlazolteotl if she isn't taken already

Descension (A God SoL RP)

Interested. Would I be able to reserve Tlazoltéotl?

The Worst Writing Advice

Evaluation and critic is one thing, but I don't think they when someone submits a post or work of art they're expecting someone to go in and re-word and re-write their stuff. They might seek help in the sense of grammatical errors or syntax, but to go in and just change it up because that's what you want to see. That's just fucking rude. Just saying.

Neon Rainbow: Kings & Queens of Miami (Quirky gang satire set in a Neon-aesthetic Miami)

very very VERRRRY interested~!

Sentaku

Mention: @DClassified | @BlueTommy | new player

"A good warrior sharpens his sword. A greater warrior sharpens his mind." Asami muttered like a mantra as she continued through the forest, pouncing gracefully from one branch to the other with such balance and agility that she seemed to have barely come in contact with the bark before she was bounding on to the next. Kuroo maintained pace with her, always just a half step behind. Though that couldn't be said for her traveling squad counterparts. Hirameki, ever the one to get distracted by something of little importance - at least to the Nekomata girl - and Yosuke, taking his time regardless of a given situation. Asami rolled her eyes though she had to applaud the young swordsman; his sluggishness was in no way attributed to laziness or inexperience but more so in the way of assessing his surroundings. A more strategic approach to the environment. A honed skill that Asami prided herself with picking up. 'Meki, she feared, didn't.

They were battered and bruised, and would have come out of their skirmish with fewer hits however, 'Meki's initial plan of distraction went poorly and they were made. A quick dispatch of the squad from the Land of Water; Kirigakure. A swift defeat for the opposing team... one of the few Squad 7 has ever had to deliver. One of them, their life force ended. It had to be done. 'It was either them or us. Yeah... exactly...' It still didn't sit right within the group. But they were in it together. They needed to keep it together; not just for themselves or as a team as a whole, but for the village. This is why they were partaking in these exams right? To prove that they deserve the title of shinobi. To assure the other villages that the Hidden Leaf isn't to be fucked with? Right?

'At what cost? Our humanity?' Such thoughts would fall on deaf ears, so she keeps them to herself. Persuading that line of thinking to the furthest recesses of her mind. Steeling herself away from the emotions of it all. It's a job. It had to be done. They would have done the same to us if they had the chance. Anything and everything to keep pressing forward. Asami assured her own conscious that it was necessary, for all of them. What good does it do them to show weakness and doubt now?

It wasn't long before the rust pigment of the forest tower was breaching through the lush greens that engulfed her and her team. It was six floors or more, based alone on the appearance of the building, with it's slatted, curved roofing and odd rooms jutting from all different angles it was a wonder how it was even able to stand - from an architectural perspective. A large balcony situated at the top of the tower, a faded green from being exposed to excessive sunlight, day in and day out, beckoned Asami and sub-sequentially Kuroo too. A perfect spot to lounge under the sun's rays and recharge.

However all thoughts of just relaxing as they wait for the next portion of the exams were thrown to the wind. Because as they approached the base of the tower they soon came to realize that they weren't the first to arrive. There before them stood three teams, two of them belonging to the Leaf and the other seemed to have hailed from Otogakure; Sound. Odd that they would have made it so far when they showed little to no impressive feats earlier on within the exams. Something about the cheerful demeanor of one of the members, a female with golden eyes; trained on Asami like a bird of prey, made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. Kuroo must have felt it as well for her stood in front of her, back arched, teeth bared in a hiss meant to intimidate and protect.

_{"Ohh~! What a precious, cute kitty~! Can I pet 'im?!"} The woman, clearly unfazed that Kuroo was in attack mode, bounded towards the young girl and her pet. Completely ignoring the protests from the other members of both their teams.

"I don't think it would be wise..." Asami assured the woman, whom she noticed now that she was closer, was a bit older than the rest of the shinobi from the Leaf that were participating in the exams. Another tick to her list of uneasy things about this team. A quick smirk graced the woman's features as she hoisted herself back up into a straighter position. The feathers and bells adorning her person swayed with the movement and in the slight breeze that filtered through the area, providing the relatively quiet space with the sounds of jingles. It would have been relaxing and a welcomed sound had Asami been spread out under the sun's rays and beneath the tinkling of the chimes at her home. But, she was not there in her safe space and thus, everything within her screamed to be on guard.

The bluenette's smirk was quickly replaced with a pout before anyone could take notice. Well, anyone not skilled in people watching such as the Nekomata kunoichi. _{In the end it didn't matter, not really, if anyone were to catch her... she wasn't truly hiding. Just... biding her time until she was called upon. Something within her bubbled with excitement and as she turned on her heel and bounced away she made sure to throw a casual, friendly comment back behind her to her competition.}

To say that Asami was baffled would be the understatement of the year. She was completely thrown off, however she didn't have much time to dwell on the conflicted feelings as a commotion dragged her attention towards the scene unfolding there at the tower's entrance. Satoru and Jiren were at it again, having begun to taunt the other, fixating themselves into their respective fighting stances, spitting threats and curses in each other's directions. Asami scoffed at the scene, nearly forgetting the Sound Ninjas entirely. Almost. It was a tad bit difficult when her furry companion would monitor and glare at the nin from wherever he was, though as far as Asami was concerned she would just take them on when the time came. If she thought about the uneasy feeling that settled into her bones, she could just write it off as the same feelings she got when she encountered any of the other "enemies" that surrounded her. And that even included the teams from her own village. 'It's probably nothing. Just post jitters from the previous encounter with an unfamiliar squad from a different village. Nothing to fixate on... ' She paused in her inner debate, heading towards the fence line, a few branches from fallen trees scattered about, basking in the warm glow of the sun. Asami hoisted herself up and savoring the warmth it provided.

She would do well to heed the apprehensive twisting in her gut, urging her to not take such a laissez faire approach to all of this. But, at the moment, absorbing the glow in an attempt to relieve the tension in her crimson spattered muscles, she couldn't be the furthest from bothered. She could clearly recall the wise words of her teammate, playing on repeat as if on a broken record, "Some battles aren't worth fighting."