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𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

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ℂ 𝕆 𝕄 𝕌 𝕊

_{ʜᴏᴍᴇ... ғᴏʀ ɴᴏᴡ}

ᴀɢᴇɴᴛ ᴏғ ᴄʜᴀᴏs

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The sounds of static popping and cracking of a record spinning idly on the platter as the stylus skips along the surface smoothly filled in the small space of the otherwise calm apartment. Chaos enveloped the small, modern contemporary kitchen as dishes, caked in batter, sat soaking in the skin. Flour dusted the counter tops, clearly spilled from the mixing bowls and forgotten about. Syrup that missed the plates, or fell from the edges of the picture perfect breakfast, sat in multiple tiny pools upon the surface as well. The static of the white noise is drowned out only by the soft lull of ivory keys making way for the drop of a concealed bass and snare. Almost like a music box in it's tinkling. Thumping in time with an invisible metronome, and it's in this sort of stillness that the chaotic energy is subdued. For a time. For a moment.

With sunlight streaming in through the open window, sheer cream curtains drawn back, Comus finds herself sitting atop the counters of her freshly destroyed scullery, flour decorating the apples of her cheeks and forehead. "This looks good enough to eat~" she sings aloud, clapping her bands together and kicking out her feet in a happy little dance before opening up her phone to snap a picture worthy of social media.

Once it's posted with a cute little caption of _{"Pollo isn't the only chef in the squad ✌"} she is digging in, scrolling through her feed and messages, eyes snagging on the last few texts from Hebe talking about a brunch with Ares for that morning. Unfortunately, she had to cancel on her bestest best friend and a brunch with her favorite cousin; even if Ares was rooting the bill, all due to a fitting, and now a photo shoot taking place at 10. Which prompted her to shift her gaze to the time at the top of her phone screen only to help in surprise and nearly drop the handheld. "Oh shit! I'm gonna be late! Fuck!"

For the next ten minutes Coco spent it scrambling down from her position in the kitchen and rushed about trying to look somewhat presentable for when she arrived at the photo shoot with Aphrodite. She knew there was no way in Hades that she was going to get there in time so she sent off a quick text to the Goddess of Love informing her, hoping that she could keep the fashion coordinators off her ass when did finally stroll into the studio.

To: aphro love 🌺💗
im running late! again 😫 please dont kill me. keep the coordinator busy while i sneak in? 🤧 ill get you your fav drink! 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 thank you love youuuu

Pleased enough with the quick text, she took one last final look around her cozy apartment, frowning quite a bit at the mess still sitting in her sink, but brushed the wrinkles away with the back of her wrist. "I'll deal with it later..." she grumbles as she closes and locks the door, rushing to the steps; Coco did not have time to wait on that shitty lift. As soon as Comus stepped out of the threshold of her complex she was greeted with a pleasant breeze picking up around her, carrying her loose strands of hair to whip about her; effectively hitting her in the face more than once. It had been some time since the Conclave and her catch up date with Hebe; making a note to have her come over and have another movie night - sans the rom-coms. Maybe. There is a lot of shit Coco puts up with for the sake of Hebe's happiness. If rom-coms are the deciding factor, than, well, Coco was just gonna have to suck it up.

The trek to the studio was tedious at best, boring at the worst. However, today seemed to be looking up for her as she spotted her dear grandfather strutting his stuff down the sidewalk. His tailored suits doing wonders for his figure and she had to wonder, to whom his he trying to impress? Steely greys pierced the crowds around the god among men taking notice of how he slipped into the tea shop, a local favorite of both mortals and godly beings. Hades plopped right down into the seat across from Hathor, the beauty that works at the Jade. Which reminded her to stop by and visit more often. A sly smirk "Granddad, you devil you..."

After swinging by the nearest coffee shop along the way towards the studio she passed by a line of stores, selling a myriad of different items; jewelry, boutique like fabrics and clothes, bags and books. One store in particular caught the goddesses chaotic eye, a pleasant smile tugging the corners of her lips up. She was already late, what's the harm in a few more minutes? A few minutes spent inside granted Coco a reprieve from the hassle of rushing to the shoot and just took her time, perusing the isles. The store was practically empty, morning sun light coming in through the large double pane, floor to ceiling windows, bathing the shop in warmth. The materials bowed beneath her fingertips as she scanned the shelves. _{'It needs to be perfect... which one, which one...'} Each one seemed duller than the last and she was just about to give up when the last shelf, up at the very top and towards the back caught her eye. Comus didn't need to feel the fabric used to know that it was perfect. Without hesitation she snatched it up - utilizing the staff's help of course, a cute mortal male who gave her an award winning smile - and proceeded to pay. A smile on her lips, a new item in her bag on her hips and a number slipped into her front pocket; the morning was starting to look up.

Until she arrived into the studio. Immediately she was bombarded by the assistant coordinator; who might as well have been just as bad. Always talking to someone whether it was the person in her ear or the other models, no one was really sure. Spouting off how everyone, a pointed look at Coco informed her that this was directed to her, should be grateful to be selected to showcase the Aeon brand. This was Leona Faustus after all. Coco wondered if it was possible to go blind with how hard she rolled her eyes. As the models were dismissed to head off to the makeup bench and changing racks she caught sight of some familiar faces. "Helen!" Before heading back towards the therapist and model combo, she set her possessions down on the bench and taking a long, sweet look at the item poking out of her bag. She pat the top of it, fingers carding through the shag like fabric, "Oh, can't wait! Heebs is gonna love you~" With a swift turn she headed towards Aphrodite, her promised drink in hand.

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_{mentions: @baraquiel @Danvers @Icy Hot}

Faire & Folly [Renaissance Faire SoL] [c a n c e l e d]

@BleedingLoveryou can post them here that would be perfect ✌🏻🙃

Faire & Folly [Renaissance Faire SoL] [c a n c e l e d]

@BleedingLover Yes we are!

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

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ɪ ғ ᴏ ᴜ ɴ ᴅ

_{ᴊᴀᴅᴇ ᴊᴀɢᴜᴀʀ}

ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇ

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So much time had passed since she had seen him. Heard from him. And the last thing she did hear from his kissed bruised lips was “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!” That can’t bode well. An ominous sign indeed. A heavy sigh escaped her lips as Tlazōlteōtl sat there at the bar, head in her hand, the other lazily stirring her whiskey. The condensation racing down the sides of the glass towards the cocktail napkin just beneath it. _{’What did that even mean. Was it a misunderstanding? He wasn't too drunk, was he? No. That wasn't it. It would take much, much more for mortal's liquor to affect even the youngest of the gods. Then what?} It baffled her to no end. It wasn't her powers. She would never use them on Ares as such. She knew that much at least. A terrible thought cracked across the forefront of her mind, _{’was it all a nasty trick?}

That alone soured her mood and it seeped from her in droves. She hopped from her spot, downing her drink, and proceeded to walk around the floor between the number of women that had taken up residency at the bar. The Jaguar was packed once more, it was Ladies Night after all, and the throng of veteran and new guests alike were crowding the bar in search of refills and placing new drink orders before the next dancer arrived on the main stage. Quite a few bachelorettes with their bridal party and friends this evening, _{’Expect large tips tonight boys…’}

As they swarmed the bar, Tlazōlteōtl lightly gave them a pat on the shoulder or hand, asking how it was they were enjoying themselves, listening to their idle chit chat, work her magic and then move on to the next one. However, a voice stopped her in her tracks. It wasn't familiar by any means, but it wasn't unfamiliar either. Something about it gnawed at the back of her mind. _{’Where did she know it from?’} A few seats down from where the goddess stood was a beautiful woman with hair like flaxen gold curled and tousled over her shoulders, her tone seemed anxious but her voice was feathery and light indicative to a warm natured soul. But it wasn’t just the sound of the mysterious woman’s voice that caused her bead to swivel, it was her words calling out for Alex to call her back.

It could have been because Ares was taking up all the available real estate in her mind, but there was something just tugging her to get closer. To determine if this was intertwined together or, like it would most likely be, a complete coincidence. A cruel joke by the fates, surely, but a coincidence nonetheless.

Approaching the blonde without being spotted was a simple enough task to complete, she seemed completely focused on whatever conversation she was having with the voicemail on the other end. She was setting the phone down by the time Tlazōlteōtl sidled up next to her, ”Trouble in paradise?” an alluring lilt to her voice so as not to come off as completely nosey, as she nodded towards the phone still clutched in the woman’s perfectly manicured hands. Upon closer inspection to the woman she realized that she was unfamiliar to her. Then what was it about her voice that pulled her this way? _{It couldn’t have simply been because of the mention of Alex… how many Alexes were there in the world? Too many that’s for damn sure…’}

Tlazōlteōtl is nearly floored when she catches the home screen of the woman’s phone as she goes to set it down. There, lit up for all the world to see, had anyone decided to just look down for those last fifteen seconds or so, would bear witness to Ares in all his mortal glory. A picture of him like no one had ever seen, or rather not many have seen. A side of him that was so well guarded that it had even taken her, the Goddess of Filth and Purification, quite some time before being graced with seeing him so content and relaxed and just… happy. It would have caused jealousy and rage to brew deep within her belly, at seeing his picture on her phone - this random mortal - if she weren’t so curious and confused.

The girl had just released a worried sigh and lowered her phone when Tlaz – a stranger to her – had approached her. She was a little surprised at first, but then looked at the phone the stranger was pointing at. “Oh no, it’s just… he promised to call me back and he didn’t but it’s fine. It’s fine. It happens.” She dismissed it with casual ease. But her voice betrayed a little worry. Alex hadn’t been home yesterday. Or today. That wasn’t new, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t feeling worried about him. Her sweet Alex. Did something happen to him? Wait… someone was talking to her. She shook herself loose of the worry as she extended her hand. “I’m so sorry, I haven’t introduced myself. I’m Julie!” She said with a bright smile.

_{'A name to a face,’} Tlazōlteōtl was many things, impolite to patrons was not one of them. Well, not unless they demanded it. This young woman didn't deserve it and therefore Tlazōlteōtl was cordial enough with an exotic smile and offering her hand. "A pleasure, Julie, I am Lalli Teotl; owner of the Jade Jaguar. May I be the first to welcome you into my establishment with a refreshment. Yasmin is a mix master, on the house of course." The tawny skinned goddess noticed that her company was going to refuse when she punctuated her statement with an "I insist, that way you can tell me all about this... guy. I've been told I'm an excellent listener," her fingertips barely touched Julie's exposed shoulder, but that's all it took for a brilliant smile to grace her face, a nod and Tlazōlteōtl was ordering towards Hathor with just a glance.

This mortal held connections with Ares. Connections that he had neglected to mention and divulge any time he was in her presence. Granted, there were things that she kept from him but in all fairness, he never inquired about her sex life; not really... but she had questioned him about it before. Many a time in fact. He always managed to dodge the question, or brush off her words with a knowing smirk, a lick to his lips and a gaze that just traveled over her before he derailed the topic. The thought struck her, had he always held a sort of power over her? Without her realizing? All signs pointed to yes, if the other night was any indication. Those were questions for another time. For now, her attention was turned to the mortal beside her, drinks now placed before them, Tlazōlteōtl took her drink in hand sipping lightly a question danced past her lips, "So, tell me Julie, what troubles you? How are you enjoying yourself," and subtle nod back to the now black screen of her phone, "All things considered?"

“Oh nothing is troubling me, really.” She quickly said, as she took the tiniest sip of the drink she could. Only if you looked really closely could have seen the liquid sit lower in the glass now. It wasn’t because she disliked the drink. Quite the opposite, it was delicious! But Julie knew she was a lightweight. What she had said was a lie though. As she kept glancing at her phone, hoping for a message from Alex. “I’m just here with some friends.” She then continued, turning around to point at a table where a bunch of girls were sitting, cheering and laughing with drinks that various guys bought for them in their hands. All of them were models, colleagues (or ex-colleagues technically) of Julie. Though some had brought their boyfriends along. The sight made Julie ache. Alex never went out with her and her friends. They only went on dates alone. All her friends kept bugging her to introduce him but he was adamant about it. He was adamant about many things but they never constrained her. “I just… kind of wished Alex would’ve come out with me.” She muttered. But then turned to face Lalli again. She wasn’t sure why the proprietor of such a big club would talk to little old her. She wasn’t anything special. Half her friends were more beautiful than she was. And she was just a photographer. “The club is really beautiful though! This is the first time I’ve been inside. And the first time I’ve seen someone use teal instead of red!”

Tlazōlteōtl was no stranger to the longing, forlorn look in her eyes, the telltale sign of weariness creeping into her voice as she spoke the words, as if speaking them aloud would miraculously summon him to her side. Or at least ring her phone. All signs that she herself felt towards a certain conniving messenger god. Many thanks were ushered from her as she accepted the compliments from this mortal. She knew her club was unique, but it never hurt to hear more praise. Especially praise as genuine as the ones she was currently receiving.

"Men…" she began, tapping a nail against the thick of her glass, "they need us to grab them by the tie and force their attention back to us. They get so lost in their own little worlds that they tend to neglect their other duties," Tlazōlteōtl smirked as her eyes raked over Julie, a beautiful mortal indeed before taking a long sip of her drink.

The ice settled at the bottom of the glass making the smallest of twinkling sounds. "Let's see 'im," she gestured almost impatiently, "Who is this man who is distracting you from Ladies Night…"

“Oh Alex isn’t like that!” Julie quickly said as she quickly went through her phone to pull the right picture of him. “I mean I know he’s away for long and sometimes just can’t answer his phone. But he always comes back. And he always got flowers and chocolates and…” Her words trailed off, but only because she remembered all the good things he did. All the effort he made. “He’s always with me when I need him.” She found the picture she had taken. One of the few ones she was in, kissing a soaked looking Ares. Julie handed the phone to Lalli as she told the story behind it.

“Molly, my cat, died three years ago. I couldn’t do anything. I just cried the whole day. That night I just sent him a small message. We had just started dating back then. I didn’t want to weigh him down and I knew I was going to be a mess for weeks. It was better to.. you know.. finish it.” Even though she knew that wasn’t the end, even uttering those words made her heart break a little. “An hour later he stood at my door. Drenched from the storm. Just to be with me. He cooked for me. He cleaned the house. He made sure everything around me was taken care of. My grandma always told me: ‘Julie, find you a man who does things for you. That’s how men show affection.’” For a second she stopped to wipe away a tear, one clearly of happiness, away before she continued. “I later learned his car had broken down and that he ran for half an hour through that storm. Two months later he went with me to the animal shelter and we adopted Snowball.” She finished with a laugh.

She would have let her mind wander, and for a brief moment it did. But not willingly or to something pleasant. No, the thoughts that plagued the mind of the goddess were that of… well she couldn't discern. Being around for as long as she had one would have thought the words would be present for her use. Bitterness? Resentment? Contempt? None of them aptly captured her inner turmoil.

Not only was this woman someone who knew Ares, as Alex of course, but someone with whom he shared his softer side. A caring side, completely separate from who he was that she knew. Were they not as close as she once believed? Did he not care for her as he did for this mortal? The events from the previous evening crossing her mind. A kiss that shook her to her core, and him as well, though it seemed for very different reasons. He had someone to go home to. Someone to cherish and embrace. To share those kinds of intimate moments with someone who wasn't of Aztec descent. His words echoed within her, “I… didn’t see who I should’ve seen...” of course! How could she have been so blind. Such an idiot. He didn't see her, why would he? What was she to him but a spur of the moment. He was hot blooded and riled up from the aftermath of the Conclave and then with the fight earlier that night. Unshed tears pricked her eyes and she was skilled enough in love lost to blink them away before being noticed.

Taking one last look at the phone she smiled softly, melancholic even. "He's always been a great guy…" the words uttered under her breath were meant to go unheard, though with the way Julie's posture changed she knew it wasn't the case. Backtracking, Tlazōlteōtl cleared her throat before passing the phone back, "Alex Miknosos right? We've known each other for awhile now," she gave a slight chuckle, "We were colleagues for the longest time, way back when."

Upon passing the phone back to her she took note of the screen lighting up, much like the smile he wore in the photo. She wondered, somberly, did he ever feel that elated in her presence? Did he ever believe there could have been more between them?

Julie furrowed her brow a little as Lalli looked at the picture. For a split second she thought she saw recognition in her eyes. No, not just recognition. Something different. Something darker. No, no that was impossible. Why would anyone dislike Alex? He was such a sweet person. Sure he could look a little intimidating but he wouldn’t dare hurt a fly. But when the woman before her said something about how he had always been a great guy, her expression turned a little lighter. Hopeful. Did she know Alex!? Then the bombshell fell. “Oh my god! You worked for Aegis Capital!?” Julie exclaimed as she took back her phone. Missing the melancholy in Lalli’s smile entirely. She couldn’t believe it. Finally she met someone from his history! “How was he like back then? Like was he always so guarded about things?” She asked as her eyes were practically sparkling. Maybe she’d finally get some more answers about who Alex used to be.

Whatever Tlazōlteōtl was expecting to happen, this was not it. She was, once again, at a loss for words but managed all the same, "Alex, yeah, guarded is putting it mildly," she smiled, body language becoming more relaxed as she leaned in. Reminiscing on all memories shared between them. Ah, the stories she could tell. "He's always been a hardass. Always making sure that the job was done and done right. To the point where he would do it himself. Alex never believed he was above others and expected that if he can lower himself to do the task at hand so could you."

Memories of moments shared played behind her eyes like a movie, fast forwarding and pausing only slightly on certain instances. One in particular stood out; a night they shared at a seedy bar, smoke clouding the air - thick and heavy - patrons speaking in different languages all hushed as if fearful of whatever they discussed would be overheard and deciphered. Tlazōlteōtl having just lost her only son had been on a bender, far worse than she feared any mortal felt. Ares was there, bumping her shoulders, throwing back drinks with her, allowing her to use him as her own personal punching bag. In hindsight he didn't deserve to be on the receiving end of her grief, but he was there and he allowed it. Offered himself up. Tlazōlteōtl was at rock bottom and he knew it, could sense the sorrow radiating off of her and let her go off, staying with her the entire time. Afterwards he claimed it was because that's what she needed, who was he to stop her from that? And it just made their bond so much more than colleagues...

It was difficult to pull her from the fond memories of the past, but it was done nonetheless, and she was still seated there with Julie. This human that somehow garnered the attention of Ares and managed to keep it all to herself. A person in his life, regardless of who it was, that had been hidden from all aspects of his true nature. But the same could be said of the reverse, none of the gods knew she existed in such a way as to be this intimate with an immortal.

Tlazōlteōtl kept her mouth shut about any of the dealings that have taken place between the two of them for the sake of Hades and his organization. Even the ones that may or may not have been wholly sanctioned, but that wasn't any of her concern. Business was business after all. Probably why she chose to stay so close to this Julie character. Even though she ached from confusion and envy of knowing that Julie was connected to the source of her anguish, she was still a client, a guest, and therefore will be treated as such.

"Alex is many things, Julie, I have known him for quite some time," she went to fiddle with her glass, ice now melted down from the humidity of the bodies dancing around them really wishing she had something else to quench this dry mouth of hers, "but once he sets his mind to something it's nearly impossible to pull him away until it's resolved." There was no ill will towards this woman, why should there be. She wasn't the one who toyed with her emotions. Wasn't the one who kissed her and ignited unrequited feelings to bloom and burst forth between her ribs and take hold like strangle vines of smoke and musk. No. That was reserved for Ares and the next time she saw him. For now, she just offered a slow, firm pat to the top of Julie's hand and as warm of a smile as she could muster with the amount of conflicting emotions surging through her.

The way Lalli spoke of Alex, she definitely knew him. Maybe as deep as Julie thought she knew him. Maybe she knew him even better than she did. For all their years together, he has rarely shared anything about his own past. It was like he was a ghost that just appeared in her life. He met her parents, went to weddings with her, took her out on dates in the most beautiful restaurants. Meanwhile she didn’t even know the name of his mother. Only once did he slip up and basically revealed that he had siblings. But she never met one in her life. Sometimes, during boring family events, she found herself fantasizing about the people that raised the one she loved. What were they like? They must’ve been the best people on the earth to raise someone like Alex. At those family events though Alex seemed to enjoy himself immensely. Maybe he just never met often with his own family.

But still, the way Lalli spoke of Alex… she knew him well. Better than her, maybe. The way this woman spoke as she fiddled with her glass. Did she know him from more than work? Had they been… together? Of course Julie felt envious about that. For a second she kept silent, letting the music fill the quiet void between them. Then, when she had gathered enough courage, she bit down on her lip and asked: “Did you… I mean were you two… more than colleagues once?”

"There was a time," she began, her thoughts drifting to the number of times throughout history where the idea of a more intimate relationship could have sprung forth from their friendship. However at her words she could physically see Julie's posture contort and deflate before she continued, "Where I believed that we could have been." There was something within herself that she was sure even the densest of mortals could sense, something so dismal that swarmed the words that fell from her lips.

So, with a quick switch in gears she added with a subdued sigh and a comical shrug, trying to seem as nonchalant about it all as best as she could. But the words, and just the entire situation of it all. Being here where it happened, talking with her it made it all so surreal. "But it seemed the Fates had different plans for the two of us, he's found you and I've never seen him as lively and elated as he's been these last few years." The corners of her lips were pulled into a slight smile that didn't quite reach her eyes but Tlazōlteōtl had had many a year to perfect the imposter.

Julie blushed and pursed her lips a little when she heard Lalli had never seen Alex so lively and elated. It felt like a compliment that was far too generous. She had to admit, when Lalli said ‘There was a time’ she felt envious. Afraid even! Who was she compared to such a beautiful and confident woman? Someone who worked with Alex. Who knew him much longer than she did. Someone that owned a club as big as this one! But when she continued, her heart eased up. Nothing happened and all was good.

She was about to ask then, with a big smile on her face, about Ares’ family. About everything they did together. About how he was when he was maybe younger. About his siblings. But her barrage of questions was quickly halted by her phone vibrating. She quickly checked the caller ID, hoping not to appear rude. But when she saw the name of the one calling, her entire face lit up. “I’m so sorry I have to take this!” She almost squealed towards Lalli before picking up.

“Hey!” She said, elated, through the phone. “Guess where I am! No. Nope. Alex, I’m with Cynthia! Nope. Not even close.” She winked playfully at Lalli before her. Tlazōlteōtl had already stood from her long seated position, glancing around through the crowds of people culminating within the teal and green walls of the Jaguar. It had become even more busy in the time that she's spent with the mortal. As Julie continued with her call with Ares, Tlazōlteōtl made sure to keep her ears open, straining to hear anything of his from the other side of the phone; especially at the mention of her name. “The Jade Jaguar! And I’ve met someone. Lalli, the owner of the club! She told me a lot about you already! Oh, tomorrow? Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I can’t make it. No, no I have a shoot in the morning. No, no you go! And tell her I’m dying to meet her! Alright. Alright, I’ll do that. Okay and Alex… I love you.” With that she ended the phone call and looked at Lalli again. Tlazōlteōtl believed that with that one innocent look that she was trying, searching, for any signs or tells that the goddess would be affected by those three little words. Tlazōlteōtl had to sing her own praises as she kept a neutral, friendly appearance. Or so she hoped. Though she doubted that there was any malicious bone in this mortal's frame.

“Sorry… I hadn’t heard of him in almost two days. I really wanted to take that.” She apologized, looking both extremely excited and just a little bit sad as well. Tlazōlteōtl only nodded, not really knowing what to say in this sort of situation. Well, she knew what she could say, but that would serve her no purpose other than trouble. So, she stood there, empty glasses in hand as she was about to take her leave letting Julie get back to her evening out with friends just as those words left her mouth, “Oh and you have Alex’s regards.”

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_{collab: @Legion02 mentions: @Akayaofthemoon @Danvers i think hermes is mentioned 🤔}

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

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𝓑𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓡𝓮𝓾𝓷𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼

_{sᴇᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀsɪᴛʏ » ᴀʟᴘʜᴀ ᴅᴇʟᴛᴀ ᴘɪ}

ᴄᴏᴄᴏ's ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ | ʜᴇʙᴇ's ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ

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Comus was anything but surprised to find that Aphrodite had once again turned the situation to center around her. It wasn’t like Coco had any issues with the goddess of love, on the contrary, she adored her - she was fun to work with, good spirited and has helped the chaos wielder in many situations. However, after the stunt she pulled with her mist really put a damper on Comus’ already sour mood. _{'And after the mention of her husband’s murder no less… what was she tryna accomplish...'} the sour thoughts only seemed to increase the more she dwelled on them.

What did surprise her however, was the embrace and words of her grandfather as Hades crouched down to her level. She wholeheartedly believed that he was only there to comfort his son, as Dio had more of a relationship with both Hephaestus and Hades… that did not seem to be the case. At least not in this instance. Speaking words in whispered tones, words of support and threats of violence against any and all those who would seek to do them harm. A grip tight on her shoulder was so foreign but it was warm, despite the cold words falling from Hades’ lips, and she found herself leaning into the touch. Seeking more.

It was then that the mist of Aphrodite encroached upon their little huddled formation. Comus, through bleary eyes, looked around to those in the room still. Aphrodite’s little parlor trick seemed to have been working wonders on those trapped in the room, though she couldn’t discern what exactly that entailed. Comus just saw… them. Those in the room. A far away look in their eyes as they relished in the visions that plagued their minds, or of contempt and sorrow. _{'What exactly is going on…’} The only thing to pull her from her internal deductions was the iron claw like vice that was applying more pressure to her shoulder via Hades.

“Hades… Hades… that hurts,” she tried to get his attention, the pressure building, the fabric of the mess top draping her shoulders now digging into her flesh. When the pain got to be too much, even by her standards, she released a squawk of agony, jolting the perpetrator from his revere. Before she knew it she was ripping his touch from her body and with an abrupt motion she was up on her feet and headed out of the room, slamming the door in the process.

The biting chill of the October wind would have caused Comus to hiss in retaliation, though the coolness of it all was a welcomed reprieve to the hot skin where Hades had bruised. And as luck would have it, as she examined it she noticed the skin there was beginning to change its color. “Great,” a huff passed her lips as she wandered the quad in search of a place to just plop down. The grass beneath her jean clad legs was no longer damp from the early morning dew, instead favoring a chilly, crispness that crunched when she spread out. Leaning over just slightly in order to pull the crumbled pack of smokes from her back pocket, she pulled a spliff out, placing it precariously between her painted lips before shielding it from the soft breeze and lighting it. A trail of mixed smoke dancing from the tip.

_{Hephaestus is gone. Aphrodite has made it about her… somehow. Rome has now entered the playing field after being gone for who the hell knows how long. What in the fuck is even going on anymore?!} Coco pulled another long drag, deep in thought with her fucked up family tree, before exhaling upwards towards the sky. _{’We should have another party tonight… maybe Tlaz will host at the club… don't think Pol and Herc want their ‘rents at the Casa?’}

Lost in her own little world, eyes trained on the clouds passing overhead, the birds chirping annoyingly to the students rushing across campus. There was a tinkling voice that floated through the air and it reminded the anarchic goddess of a certain youthful someone. Of days spent serving the others among the clouds of Olympus, sneaking sips without the other gods knowing. Running through the fields at the base of the mountain in the dead of night, only to cause some trouble for the mortals they found along the way. Comus sighed at the memories. She misses Hebe much too much and was in the process of making a mental note to seek her out when she felt something collide into her lounging frame and topple onto her.

Said something let out a loud squeak, breaking the peaceful to-and-fro of the quad and causing several bemused students to turn their heads, some snickering at the sight in front of them. No-one would be able to miss the tangled mess of limbs, hair and headphones that was Hebe, who had abruptly tripped over the stretched out goddess. One second she had been happily making her way across the grassy lawn and the next, the ground had slipped from underneath her, world tilting sideways as she fell. Of course, any normal person probably would not have closed their eyes whilst running but she’d been so caught up in the soothing flow of the lyrics, soft lips mouthing in time with the foreign words, which she only knew by way of incessant repetition.

After a couple of bemused seconds, Hebe sat up, rubbing at where she had landed, rather roughly, on her arm. Luckily her topple had been cushioned by the relatively soft ground so she didn’t think it would bruise, although she could see the mess of grass & dirt that had been scraped against her skin. It wouldn’t be anything new anyway; she usually had at least a couple of them on her body from where she’d either tripped over her own feet or walked into some unsuspecting object. “Oh my god! I’m so so sor-” Looking immensely apologetic, Hebe turned to see who she had tripped over, letting out her second squeak of the morning as her gaze landed on the one and only Comus.

Large brown eyes widening in excitement, any pain that she may have been in was instantly forgotten. None of that mattered when Coco was here. Scrambling up from her fallen position, Hebe lunged across to her friend, reaching to pull her into an affectionately tight hug. As she wrapped her arms around the goddess, she couldn’t help but cling on just a little too tightly. If there was any moment, any time, in which she needed her bestest friend in all the worlds...it was now.

The ringing in her ears subsided some as Coco was once more embraced this day. _{’How many more times was this going to happen?’} Though this time was more welcomed than all the others. What distant memory she thought was playing tricks on her mind earlier was made flesh and bone in the death grip that found itself around Comus’ neck.

Amber pools starred up into her own as the goddess of youth clung to her. It took her only a split second before it was all clicking into place and she was embracing the smaller girl in her own affection. Face lighting up in the midday sun, or what little had decided to breach through the clouds _{’Apollo’s doing?’} She wondered briefly before all attention was brought back down to the woman in her grasp.

“HEEBS!? I have missed you so~” If they had been in a standing position Comus would have most definitely spun the two of them around. ”It’s been ages since I’ve seen your beautiful face. How have you been? Where have you been?” Coco pulled away slightly only after placing a plethora of quick kisses to Hebe’s hairline and temples, scanning the beauty before her, a giddy laugh on her lips. Spliff all but forgotten on the grass between them, the tumble having knocked it to smoldering, she made sure to grab it. ”Best not to start a campus fire just yet, hm?”

”You’ve done worse.” Nose crinkling as she smiled at her friend, Hebe was unable to contain the childlike giggle that escaped from her lips. For a moment her gaze lingered on the thin tube of rolling paper, tobacco and cannabis. It wasn’t something that she often did of her own volition, but the gentle prod of a friend was usually more than enough to get her to join in almost anything. Yet this moment of temptation was interrupted by the feel of her heart quickening at what should have been an otherwise lighthearted question from an old friend. _{Where has she been?} That was something she wasn't sure if she could answer. At least not completely or truly honestly.

“Oh, well...nowhere really! Just trying to stay out of mothers way y’know…” A hesitant smile lit up her face as she caught her earlier emotions, pushing them down into a place where they wouldn’t threaten to overspill. Instead, she replaced them with an eagerness to share with someone she had once shared everything with. During those initial decades after their fall, when she had been too scared to do anything but dutifully follow her parents around, Coco had been the one giving her a nudge in the right...or wrong, as it may have been, direction. Her fun-loving, chaotic, rebellious attitude was something that Hebe had always looked up to, and which she still admired even to this day. “I’m living on campus now - with Alpha Delta Pi! You should totally come over some time. We can have a-“ Her words had been tripping over one another as they left her mouth, unbridled excitement etched across her face. Yet Hebe, now sat crossed legged on the grassy lawn, took pause. She was close enough to Coco to notice the slight redness around her eyes and the puffiness that came with unchecked tears.

“Coco? Are you okay?” All of the eagerness instantly fell away as she realised that her friend was definitely not her usual self, and she felt her stomach drop in concern. She hated seeing anyone upset but especially her friends...especially Coco. “You look like you’ve been crying...did someone upset you?! Do you want to come back to mine? I have hot coco! Oh, and you can hug Stampy if you want! Or we can go out if you’d rather do that…” Trailing off, Hebe leaned back towards her friend, hands reaching to clasp one between her own. “You can tell me anything you know...”

As the words left Hebe's mouth, her eyes searching her face, Comus could swear that her breath audibly hitched and there wasn't much she could do to take it back. Other than play it off as she had done since the beginning of time. "Psht, its nothing Heebs," and as if to drive the notion home she waved the spliff in front of the young woman's eyes. But Hebe didn't seem convinced in the slightest, the lie she spoke didn’t even convince herself, why did she think it would work.

A long, heavy sigh breached her lips as she sat there in the grass, the campus bustling around them, a breeze picking up. Comus, if she allowed her mind to wander long enough, she could trick herself into thinking they were back at the base of Olympus with the sun beating down on them, their linen peplos billowing about them as they chased one another before crashing down in the fields… Coco allowed herself a moment’s beat as her eyes closed, hand running through the tangles of her hair before releasing the breath she didn’t realize she was holding.

”It’s, uh,” she was able to steal a glance towards her dearest friend, who looked at her with concern, clutching one of her hands within her own. Hebe has always been too good of a soul. More than what Comus ever deserved. With another shaky breath she pushed through, she was an agent of chaos for crying out loud! She can open up and be vulnerable for Hebe. At the very least. ”I’ve missed you so much, Heebs… and, and it’s been a wild ride. I’m talking with dad and Hades more... and the lot of them really, but it’s not like the past is gonna be erased with just a few drinks and conversations, ya know? And then the stupid fucking conclave with everyone shoved into this small ass room where the Morrigan, ughh, she thinks she speaks on behalf of everyone and drops the bombshell that is Hephaestus. Oh, don’t get me started on the appearance of fucking Rome 2.0, though he did bring his cute pupper - not the point -,” the amount of air within Comus lungs could rival that of Aeolus himself as she spouted off all that had been weighing on her as of late. She refused to dig any deeper than the last 24 hours.

As Coco’s words spilled out, Hebe listened in quiet consternation, eyes blinking slowly as she tried to comprehend what her friend was saying. She could sense the worry… the doubt...the frustration that Comus was feeling. Reaching up a hand, she lightly dabbed at a tear that had slid down the goddess’ cheek, wishing she could somehow make her feel better.

“I’ve missed you too. I’m so sorry I haven’t been around! It’s just-” Hebe suddenly paused at mention of the conclave, teeth moving to nervously bite at her bottom lip. She remembered getting the text but she hadn’t attended any conclaves in a long time. The idea of there being so many gods…so many of her family in one room, was too much. Especially now. And none of these reasons had mattered anyway, for when she had woken up this morning, she had been far too preoccupied by that overwhelming and all consuming panic. All thoughts of the meeting had left her in that moment, and if she were honest, she had totally forgotten about it until now.

Shaking herself out of her reverie, Hebe realized that she had been squeezing Cocos hands tightly. Letting go, she instead brought them back to herself, a palm reaching to idly rub at where the dirt had been smeared haphazardly across her arm.

“Wait...Hephaestus?” Her soft voice broke the momentary silence that had landed between them, confusion etched across her features. “Did he do something? Is he okay?” Hebe couldn’t help but feel a pit of guilt sink into her stomach. It had been a long time since she had talked to her older brother. Months…years maybe, she couldn’t really remember. At one point in time they had been close. He had always been a stable rock, someone you could rely on to at least be there…even if he simply sat and let you speak. But that had been a long time ago and she realized sadly that she couldn’t remember the last time she had spoken to him.

Comus steely greys misted over once more. The tight grip Hebe once had on her hands she returned with vigor as she gripped onto the youthful beauty before her. "Hebe, he's gone." Coco wondered quickly if she should even spare her the finer detail that he was not just gone but murdered no less. Hebe was intelligent; she would either figure it out on her own or she would press Coco for the truth. She opted just to rip the bandage off and dive head first into the turmoil, "He was murdered. That's what the meeting was about… mostly. No one knows who or why. Heebs, love, I am so sorry…" It still felt insincere, those words spilling forth from her. She hoped that the warmth and physical touch she offered her was enough to convey her sorrowful sympathy. There wasn't anything else for her to offer. Not at this time at least. Not unless Hebe asked for chaos to rain down upon the perpetrators, which she would of course gladly partake in.

Without another moment’s thought she pulled the girl into her arms, cradling her to her chest and placing well deserved and shaky kisses to her temple. They were silent for a moment as Comus tried to think of what else she could do to help. Something. Anything. But there weren't a lot of helpful things that Coco prided herself in. She was excellent at causing mayhem and chaos and just overall revelries! Not consoling and comfort. Comus was the worst person to seek those from. Yet, she needed to try for Hebe’s sake.

“...Oh.” The word slipped quietly from her mouth, a mere whisper of a sound. Hebe tried to say something else but instead her mind just went into shutdown, trying and failing to process all that Coco had said. Her lovely, strong, diligent brother was gone. Dead. Hebe, even more than most, shuddered at the thought of that word. It, in many ways, was the opposite of who she was. Her whole purpose, her whole life, had always been dedicated to immortality, to the everlasting, and the idea that someone could just simply exist to be was almost incomprehensible. _{She’d never see Hephaestus again.}

As the words sunk in, Hebe suddenly realized that she had started crying. Silent tears flowed uninterrupted down her cheeks, the odd one falling softly onto the exposed skin of her legs. She could feel her heart begin to race again, her vision beginning to blur, but this time she wasn’t alone. This time Comus was here and she clung onto the girl as she was pulled into her embrace. They were both wearing far too little clothing for the weather and she could feel the cold on their bodies, but that didn’t matter. She was just glad she was here.

"Are...are you okay?" After what seemed like an eternity, Hebe’s voice returned to her, the sound coming out as a dry croak. "The conclave must've been horrible...is mother..." She glanced up at the nearest building, wondering where the meeting was taking place. Was it over already? Or were they all still on campus? Part of her wanted to run and find her mother, to try and comfort her. They may have had their differences over the last few centuries but she still knew how much Hera would be aching. She couldn't though. Like always, it was just too much. Instead, she used both palms of her hands to wipe at the tears, thankful that she wasn’t wearing any makeup, for it would've been smeared spectacularly across her face.

"Um, can we go do something...anything?" Looking earnestly up at Comus, Hebe kept brushing away the tears as she tried her hardest to be brave. Her instinct was to run home, to hole up until this was all over. But she knew that wouldn't help and she knew that Coco needed her as well. They needed each other.

A crooked smile broke across her face, albeit wobbly. A distraction. Yes. That is exactly what they needed. Comus stood up slowly, the new position allowing for regular blood flow to pick up again, her legs prickly from their sleep. She gracefully, as best she could, helped the other girl up to her own feet, brushing off the little bits of grass and dirt that clung to either of them. The soreness of her shoulder throbbing slightly but was still not worth the space in the forefront of her mind. Instead she turned her gaze towards the smaller frame beside her, made even shorter with the heels Coco wore.

In a last ditch attempt to be as comforting as she could, she lightly wiped the last of a stray tear from Hebe’s cheek before booping her nose, goofy smile still in place, “So,” an arm slung over Hebe’s shoulder, hoping that she would take lead, she had no idea where she was going. She didn’t really care, being in Hebe’s presence like she was, was among the few things that could calm the chaos within her, “How do you feel about clubbing?”

Smiling gently at Comus as she tidied the pair of them up, a small strained laugh escaped from her throat. Just seeing Coco perk up made her feel better...even if a small part of her did know that they were both acting the part. It was the best they could do in the moment and she appreciated it nonetheless. “Clubbing?” Hebe paused at the suggestion, tilting her head as she considered it. She’d need to change before they headed out...unless workout attire had suddenly become fashionable among night owls and heavy drinkers. But she knew how much Coco loved any form of partying, and if that’s what she wanted to do, then so be it. “Sure, why not. It’ll be fun!”

Grabbing a hold of her friends hand, she began to pull Coco in the direction of her sorority house. “But let’s go back to mine first.” Hebe tried her best to remain chirpy, although the lingering thought of _{'Hephaestus is gone'} remained persistently in the back of her mind. “We can pick out some cute outfits…I think Sally might have some things you’d like if you wanna get changed. Though I love what you’re already wearing!” She couldn’t help but tease the goddess lightly, sticking her tongue out at her before continuing to haul the pair across the quad.

The trek towards Alpha Delta Pi, where Hebe lived, wasn’t too terrible. Every now and again the sun would break through the clouds before dipping back behind. Almost coy like. As if they were being controlled by someone’s emotions. Comus laughed heartily at the notion and couldn’t not divulge the thought to her traveling companion as well. When they had entered into the abode it screamed with the essence of Hebe. It was painfully obvious that the prime of life was a staple in the aesthetics around the place. Upon walking into Hebe's room she immediately headed for the closet and began throwing out articles of clothing.

"We're going to need to dress the part for Topan~” she cheered, trying her hardest to move past the, well past, and enjoy the reunion of her best friend. If not for her sake than for Hebe. Time flew out the window as they sat and goofed off in her dorm like room. Hours wasted lounging on her bed, her floor, the plush chair in the corner; gossiping about everything and nothing. A pillow fight may have ensued at one point resulting in the both of them tumbling atop her bed and staring at the ceiling. Time wasters indeed. When the sun began to set it was deemed appropriate to head out, Comus thought more and more about it. Opting instead to order take out and bundle together in that mess of room. Thanks to her chaotic nature, no doubt. “Heeb c’mon, we gotta watch something other than ‘When Harry Met Sally’,” a common argument throughout the night. The somber moments of earlier were easily replaced with merriment and laughter, secrets told like they were young girls once again with hushed whispers as if Hera were going to come around the corner any moment to reprimand them.

Wiping a tear from her eye, Coco was able to wheeze out a laugh, ”I missed this…” and without asking she searched for Hebe’s phone and snatched it up in one fluid motion. Tapping it open she then began typing, “Here! Now you have no reason not to bug me. Next time you’re free, you should swing by the Acropolis. Got some hunky hunks there who would be dying to see you~”

At mention of hunky hunks, Hebes head peeped out from where she was snugly wrapped in an overly fluffy blanket, only her face visible amidst the soft pile of fabric. “The Acropolis?” She may have known a little about the abode — social media being what it was — but she didn’t want to admit to Coco that she’d been paying attention. With her mind still preoccupied by thoughts of this, the goddess took her phone in her hands again, making sure to add some extra hearts and other cute emojis next to Comus’ name.

After she’d triple checked it had saved, Hebe reached over to where they had acquired an assortment of snacks, grabbing a marshmallow and popping it into her mouth. “Ilumushmallo…” Trying to speak with the sticky treat in her mouth clearly didn’t work, her words being instantly inaudible. “I mean, I love marshmallows!” She laughed when she was finally able to pipe up again, shuffling closer to her friend and opening up the blanket to invite her into what she definitely deemed a mini blanket fort…even if the structural integrity of the fort relied solely on her head. “So…” She paused for a moment, unsure how to ask what she really wanted to ask. “How is everyone…the guys…the other people that you know…the guy people…” Hebe frowned at herself as she realised that she sounded like an absolute idiot, sinking deeper into her not quite blanket fort.

A full belly laugh escaped the model as she watched her friend stuff marshmallows into her mouth, the epitome of a chubby bunny face. A face she couldn’t pass up on snapping a picture of and quickly sending it to the squad’s snapchat group. Oh, Comus knew exactly what Hebe was trying to hint at, it was obvious, and she refused to look at her with anything other than a shit eating grin, “Hmm~?” she feigned ignorance for the sake of making her little Heebs sweat it out. “The guy people… mmm, no. I have no idea who it is you’re talking about!” Regardless she climbed into the blanket fort, basking in the warmth it provided. The movie still played in the background, reaching the point where they’ve decided to visit the museum and Billy Crystal decided to adopt some wacked out European accent and no matter how much she was opposed to watching the movie once again, Coco found herself mimicking along with the actors on screen.

After settling beside the brunette, aptly stealing a few marshmallows herself, she conceded. One look from those innocent doe eyes and she was putty. “Ugh, yeah, yeah. They’re all good. ‘Pollo is the residential chef since the rest of us burn water… Hermes, well, he’s technically got his own place but dude is so whipped for Kore,” she paused just long enough to finish the puff in her mouth, “Oh, that guy is so fucking clueless to just about everything. Someone in particular, but that’s a different story. Herc is, well… here, see for yourself.” Instead of just showing Hebe the Snapchat history and stories updating every few minutes, Coco added her to the group list.

With a shrug she simply replied, “What?” Though a knowing grin was etched into her face. “Oh, c’mon, like you don’t already follow him. If you waaaant, we can swing by the Acropolis later this week and ya know. Hang out with him. I mean them…”

At Coco’s suggestion —as well as the rather embarrassing picture of her with a mouthful of mallows — Hebes hands reached up to cover her cheeks, where the faint beginnings of a blush had begun to appear. “I-, I dunno…” Hebe couldn’t help but feel a tinge of sadness as her gaze passed over the words and photos that made up the groups Snapchat story. Coco fit in so well with them and she could see that they were practically a family unit…a drunkenly adorable one, but one nonetheless. She was virtually an outsider now and she found that her heart had begun to race, for more than one reason, at the idea of seeing them…him, again. The mere thought of it sent her into a flustery panic.

Yet as she looked up at her friend, she was unable to deny the eager look on her face. Hebe desperately wanted to keep Coco close to her this time, even if that meant doing something that sent butterflies racing around her stomach. “Well, I guess...maybe. But only as long as you’re there!” She finally concluded, hands idly picking at the edge of the blanket. Gaze trailing back to the movie, her expression softened at the two fictional lovebirds. She may have watched them fall in love dozens of times but Hebe would never get fed up of it. And as one particularly cute scene finished, she turned back to her friend, nudging her shoulder lightly against hers. “Thanks for this Coco. Did I tell you how much I’ve missed you?”

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_{collab: @Danvers mentions: @metanoia @smarty0114 @pandapolio @sly13 @Icy Hot @Mao Mao if you squint really hard}

Faire & Folly [Renaissance Faire SoL] [c a n c e l e d]

Oh boss, the Blacksmith role is taken yeah? It's not crossed out on the list.

@Polaris North

Its an NPC but if you wanna play 'em then by all means fill him out! I will take down the blacksmith CS from the character tab ✌️

Faire & Folly [Renaissance Faire SoL] [c a n c e l e d]

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F A I R E & F O L L Y

_{ғᴀɪʀᴇʜᴀᴠᴇɴ ʀᴇɴᴀɪssᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴋ, ᴡᴀsʜɪɴɢᴛᴏɴ}

ʜᴇᴀʀ ʏᴇ, ʜᴇᴀʀ ʏᴇ

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𝓞𝔀𝓷𝓮𝓻

_{𝓞𝔀𝓷𝓮𝓻}

_______________________________________________ Cal Holgersen | Straight | 116489 ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ Forty | Male | 6'3" | 231 lbs ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ + Fun | Hardworking | Enthusiastic - Cunning | Too Nice | Stubborn ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵

s k í l l s & w є α k n є s s є s ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽➽ Cal is the now owner of Fairehaven Park ever since his father passed not too long ago. It's been in the family as long as he can remember. Something that he's always enjoyed and obsessed over. He used to work for another themed park but quit in order to help run Fairehaven by the time he was 24. Has a shit ton of Renaissance manger experience. ➽➽➽➽ So super helpful and kind and caring. Not just to the visitors and guests, but the cast and crew especially. Is the fun, kooky uncle everyone loves to hang around and see, but cares after everyone like a doting mother hen. ➽➽➽➽ Cal gets into character. He isn't one to play a lead role, he would much rather sit back and enjoy everything else from a position that allows him the freedom to do so. He's also kinda busy with running the whole place too. ➽➽➽➽ Too caring and nice. Sometimes it's a crutch and a lot of the newer cast members have taken advantage of that. He isn't a complete pushover but he does let a lot of things slide. ➽➽➽➽ Gets swept up in the nostalgia of it all, and can sometimes shirk his ownership duties. Though, it isn't like he's going to let the place fail. ➽➽➽➽ He has a bum knee from when he jousted ages ago. He tried to be a knight for Fairehaven... it didn't end well. So, he isn't as spry as he likes to pretend he is. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ♡ Likes ☒ Dislikes ♡ Barbarian Invasion themed weekends are his favorite ♡ Mead! ♡ Tweaking his costume ☒ Falling off horses ☒ His last job ☒ Bills t r í v í α ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽➽ Used to work for a different themed park coughcough Disknee coughcough ➽➽➽➽ Always snacking on something, usually sunflower seeds, while walking around the park - always in character, ofc ➽➽➽➽ Every year on the last day of opening weekend, he asks the cast and crew to stay back and have a few drinks and food to celebrate the new season! в í σ g r α p h ч ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ 𝓞𝔀𝓷𝓮𝓻 Cal Holgersen - obsessed with Medieval times. Used to work a different them park //cough cough the one with the mouse// and grew up going to Ren faires with his dad so he thought to combine the two. Is always there for you if you need some time off or shoulder to cry on. Literally the nicest human on earth. (gustaf skarsgard)

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𝓕𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓾𝓷𝓮 𝓣𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓻 - NPC

_{𝓕𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓾𝓷𝓮 𝓣𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓻}

_______________________________________________ Sabina Zarushk | ??? | 7D61FF ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ??? | Female | 5'8" | 137 lbs ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ + Interesting | Creative | Intuitive - Peculiar | Awkward | Eccentric ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵

s k í l l s & w є α k n є s s є s ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽➽ Madame Z is the residential witch Fortune Teller. She has been for the last... well, no one really knows how long. She's just kinda always been there. Z is a welcomed sight and blends seemlessly into the theme that is Fairehaven Renaissance Park. No one really knows her true name or what she does the rest of the year. Such a mystery, that Madame Z. ➽➽➽➽ Z reads fortunes in all shapes and sizes. Tarot, tea, crystal ball and rocks. There isn't anything mystical she can't do. ➽➽➽➽ All fortunes, as well as the items she uses, are sold at her little kiosk next to her shoppe. She hordes all the good shit in the back. You gotta know what to ask. ➽➽➽➽ Will tell someone they will die, at least five times throughout the course of the day. It's just in her nature. Which is... wacky to say the least. ➽➽➽➽ She puts off this witchy vibe that makes something in you unsettled. But she's not really a witch. It's just a persona for the faire. Right. Right? ➽➽➽➽ Z likes to randomly disappear and pop in and out of places around the park. It's creepy if you aren't expecting it. However, she will continue to read fortunes, even away from her shoppe. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ♡ Likes ☒ Dislikes ♡ Knick Knacks aka clutter ♡ Herbal Teas ♡ Incense ☒ Balloons popping ☒ Sunburns - she's ALWAYS fully covered ☒ Drinking t r í v í α ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽➽ Very soft hands ➽➽➽➽ Has a very smoker-esque voice; quite soothing really ➽➽➽➽ Hands are always decorated with jewelry and other paints and accessories в í σ g r α p h ч ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ✥ Madame Z - known as 'Madame Zany' among the other employees, she's a bit of a character. tells at least one customer a day that they're going to die and has gone missing for hours at a time. due to the large amount of makeup she wears and the dark lighting of her 'office' nobody really knows just what she looks like, or how old she is, which has started the rumor that she's a real with and over a hundred years old. (Lady Gaga)

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𝓑𝓪𝓻 𝓦𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓱 - NPC

_{𝓑𝓪𝓻 𝓦𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓱}

_______________________________________________ Ashley Marie Stanton | Bisexual | 85EF56 ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ Thirty | Female | 5'6" | 121 lbs ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ + Intelligent | Attentive | Charismatic - Gossip | "Ditzy" | Authoritative ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵

s k í l l s & w є α k n є s s є s ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽➽ Clem is THE bar wench of the Faire. She heads the other wenches in the other bars around the park, but can mostly be found weaving among the patrons at The King's Table, where there is a stage towards the back where some tropes perform while patrons eat. Has worked there for the last 10 years, moving on up into her "manager" like position she has now. ➽➽➽➽ Serving others and taking no shit while she does it! This woman is a machine! A well tuned and well oiled machine. However, there are many occasions where she enjoys playing the ditzy bar wench. ➽➽➽➽ Clem is extremely smart. She's trying to finish her law degree after all. Not to mention, she's a mother figure not just to the patrons and the rest of the cast and crew at the Faire. She is a literal mother to her two kids. Sometimes they come and hang out at the park all dressed up. The cast treats 'em like family. ➽➽➽➽ She has a temper problem. But only if it gets to her breaking point. Which is a lot higher than most. Probably because she's a mom and future lawyer? ➽➽➽➽ She LOVES the gossip that makes its way into her bars across the park. There isn't anything she DOESN'T know. You can bet that she will hold it over you, or spread it around. Should she need to ofc. ➽➽➽➽ ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ♡ Likes ☒ Dislikes ♡ Corsets ♡ Gossip ♡ Mead ☒ Corsets ☒ Boob sweat ☒ Littering t r í v í α ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽➽ Accents are always on point ➽➽➽➽ Balance is perfection - but she plays on being a ditz for more tips ➽➽➽➽ Exudes MOM attitude. But like a bad mom kinda fun в í σ g r α p h ч ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ✥ Clementine - real name is Ashley, but that's not very exciting. knows all the secrets. spends her days in the 'tavern' feeding hungry customers and putting out fights. the cast usually hangs out there during their down time and she has gotten to know each and every one. when she's not at the Faire she's busy raising her two kids and taking online classes to get her law degree. (Tamal Kari)

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𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓚𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽

_{𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓚𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽}

_______________________________________________ Lennox Kade | Bisexual | C18694 ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ Twenty Eight | Female | 5'7" | 152 lbs ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ + Adventurous | Charismatic | Skilled | Easy Going - Fierce | Vain | Impulsive | Ambitious ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ q υ ι я к s •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• ʙɪᴛᴇꜱ ɴᴀɪʟꜱ | ʙɪᴛᴇꜱ ʟɪᴘ | ꜱᴍᴏᴋᴇꜱ | ʙʀᴇᴀᴋꜱ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴀɴɢʀʏ | ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜᴇꜱ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟᴋꜱ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇᴍ | ʜᴜᴍꜱ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀꜱᴇʟꜰ | ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛʏ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴏɴᴄᴇ •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵

s k í l l s & w є α k n є s s є s ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽➽ Nox is dedicated to perfecting her craft and performance and she is a badass knight at Fairehaven. She puts in 120% every time. ➽➽➽➽ She possesses the ability to learn quickly and on the fly and does best when doing, not just talking or watching. She is a woman of action dammit! ➽➽➽➽ When she focuses, she is on fucking point. But when she doesn't focus or something doesn't hold that attention than her mind in wandering a mile a minute! But when she's on, she's on! ➽➽➽➽ Doesn't take criticism well. Like, she'll listen to you, but she ain't gonna be happy about it. She is the best of the best. Just ask her! ➽➽➽➽ Rough. Not just like, around the edges. No, you put her at the end of a weapon or anything really, she will come at you with everything she has. The woman is brutal. ➽➽➽➽ She is a complete klutz and therefore has many a battle scars because of it. A lot of them self inflicted cause she's an idiot and reckless. However you wouldn't know it seeing her perform. ♡ Likes ☒ Dislikes ♡ Smell of iron ♡ Intellectual conversations that last well into the morning ♡ Learning new things ♡ Drinks with friends ☒ People who smack their food ☒ Strings attached ☒ Being content ☒ Mushy, deep in your feeling kinda talks t r í v í α ➽➽➽➽ Nox has a BA in psychology ➽➽➽➽ When she isn't working the Faire she works as a stunt woman for films, shows and other acts (7+ years) ➽➽➽➽ Game of Thrones, and ASOIAF, are guilty pleasures and she bases her Black Knight persona off of the Hound - her bae α ρ ρ ℓ ι c α т ι σ η ➽➽➽ ROLE DESIRED: Black Knight ➽➽➽ YEARS EMPLOYED: 8 years ➽➽➽ WHY DO YOU WANT TO WORK HERE?: ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴀɴ ᴇꜱᴄᴀᴘᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜʟʟꜱʜɪᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ. ᴀ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟꜱᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ. ɪᴛ'ꜱ ʜᴏᴍᴇ. ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ᴀ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴇʟʟ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜱɪᴛ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴏ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴ ᴛᴏ 'ᴇᴍ. ➽➽➽ WHAT DO YOU LOVE MOST ABOUT THE PARK: ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ. ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ɴᴇᴡ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴡᴏʀᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴋ, ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ɪꜱ ʜᴇʟᴘꜰᴜʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ - ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴘᴀʀᴛ. ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴀ ɢɪᴀɴᴛ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴜᴘꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʀɢᴜᴇᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ, ᴏʀ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ, ᴡᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴀᴜɢʜ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰꜰ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ. ɪꜰ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴛʜʀᴏᴡ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴀᴠᴇ 'ᴇᴍ в í σ g r α p h ч Lennox Kade has been with Fairehaven since she was 19. Freshly moved over from Birmingham, London, she had the drive and passion and experience that came from someone with a renaissance fair background. Her family took part in the Arthurian Faire in London and therefore exposed her to the wonderful world that it is. Nox is a fast leaner and enjoy performing for others, playing any of the parts that needed filling. And always attacking the role with an abundance of character. Though she really hit her stride when she tried out for the Black Knight - something about being an anti-hero villain spoke to her, and she took to it like fish to water. Ever since that fateful day, she has honed and owned that role. Challenging any and all who seek to claim her position. She isn't going down without a fight. Or at all for that matter. She gets along well with the other cast and crew members, even though she's vain in her own skills, she's fun to be around - in and out of character.

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F A I R E & F O L L Y

_{ғᴀɪʀᴇʜᴀᴠᴇɴ ʀᴇɴᴀɪssᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴋ, ᴡᴀsʜɪɴɢᴛᴏɴ}

ʜᴇᴀʀ ʏᴇ, ʜᴇᴀʀ ʏᴇ

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𝓞𝔀𝓷𝓮𝓻

_{𝓞𝔀𝓷𝓮𝓻}

_______________________________________________ Cal Holgersen | Straight | 116489 ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ Forty | Male | 6'3" | 231 lbs ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ + Fun | Hardworking | Enthusiastic - Cunning | Too Nice | Stubborn ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵

s k í l l s & w є α k n є s s є s ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽➽ Cal is the now owner of Fairehaven Park ever since his father passed not too long ago. It's been in the family as long as he can remember. Something that he's always enjoyed and obsessed over. He used to work for another themed park but quit in order to help run Fairehaven by the time he was 24. Has a shit ton of Renaissance manger experience. ➽➽➽➽ So super helpful and kind and caring. Not just to the visitors and guests, but the cast and crew especially. Is the fun, kooky uncle everyone loves to hang around and see, but cares after everyone like a doting mother hen. ➽➽➽➽ Cal gets into character. He isn't one to play a lead role, he would much rather sit back and enjoy everything else from a position that allows him the freedom to do so. He's also kinda busy with running the whole place too. ➽➽➽➽ Too caring and nice. Sometimes it's a crutch and a lot of the newer cast members have taken advantage of that. He isn't a complete pushover but he does let a lot of things slide. ➽➽➽➽ Gets swept up in the nostalgia of it all, and can sometimes shirk his ownership duties. Though, it isn't like he's going to let the place fail. ➽➽➽➽ He has a bum knee from when he jousted ages ago. He tried to be a knight for Fairehaven... it didn't end well. So, he isn't as spry as he likes to pretend he is. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ♡ Likes ☒ Dislikes ♡ Barbarian Invasion themed weekends are his favorite ♡ Mead! ♡ Tweaking his costume ☒ Falling off horses ☒ His last job ☒ Bills t r í v í α ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽➽ Used to work for a different themed park coughcough Disknee coughcough ➽➽➽➽ Always snacking on something, usually sunflower seeds, while walking around the park - always in character, ofc ➽➽➽➽ Every year on the last day of opening weekend, he asks the cast and crew to stay back and have a few drinks and food to celebrate the new season! в í σ g r α p h ч ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ 𝓞𝔀𝓷𝓮𝓻 Cal Holgersen - obsessed with Medieval times. Used to work a different them park //cough cough the one with the mouse// and grew up going to Ren faires with his dad so he thought to combine the two. Is always there for you if you need some time off or shoulder to cry on. Literally the nicest human on earth. (gustaf skarsgard)

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𝓕𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓾𝓷𝓮 𝓣𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓻

_{𝓕𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓾𝓷𝓮 𝓣𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓻}

_______________________________________________ Sabina Zarushk | ??? | 7D61FF ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ??? | Female | 5'8" | 137 lbs ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ + Interesting | Creative | Intuitive - Peculiar | Awkward | Eccentric ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵

s k í l l s & w є α k n є s s є s ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽➽ Madame Z is the residential witch Fortune Teller. She has been for the last... well, no one really knows how long. She's just kinda always been there. Z is a welcomed sight and blends seemlessly into the theme that is Fairehaven Renaissance Park. No one really knows her true name or what she does the rest of the year. Such a mystery, that Madame Z. ➽➽➽➽ Z reads fortunes in all shapes and sizes. Tarot, tea, crystal ball and rocks. There isn't anything mystical she can't do. ➽➽➽➽ All fortunes, as well as the items she uses, are sold at her little kiosk next to her shoppe. She hordes all the good shit in the back. You gotta know what to ask. ➽➽➽➽ Will tell someone they will die, at least five times throughout the course of the day. It's just in her nature. Which is... wacky to say the least. ➽➽➽➽ She puts off this witchy vibe that makes something in you unsettled. But she's not really a witch. It's just a persona for the faire. Right. Right? ➽➽➽➽ Z likes to randomly disappear and pop in and out of places around the park. It's creepy if you aren't expecting it. However, she will continue to read fortunes, even away from her shoppe. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ♡ Likes ☒ Dislikes ♡ Knick Knacks aka clutter ♡ Herbal Teas ♡ Incense ☒ Balloons popping ☒ Sunburns - she's ALWAYS fully covered ☒ Drinking t r í v í α ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽➽ Very soft hands ➽➽➽➽ Has a very smoker-esque voice; quite soothing really ➽➽➽➽ Hands are always decorated with jewelry and other paints and accessories в í σ g r α p h ч ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ✥ Madame Z - known as 'Madame Zany' among the other employees, she's a bit of a character. tells at least one customer a day that they're going to die and has gone missing for hours at a time. due to the large amount of makeup she wears and the dark lighting of her 'office' nobody really knows just what she looks like, or how old she is, which has started the rumor that she's a real with and over a hundred years old. (Lady Gaga)

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𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴𝓼𝓶𝓲𝓽𝓱

_{HEARTTHROB OF THE PARK}

_______________________________________________ Jonah Kaplan | Bisexual | BF4338 ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ Thirty | Male | 6'1" | 205 lbs ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ + Talented | Creative | Intuitive - Particular | Shameless Flirt | Temperamental ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵

s k í l l s & w є α k n є s s є s ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽➽ Is the Blacksmith at the Fairehaven Renaissance Park. Has worked there for the last 4 years in that position. Throughout the year, when not working the Faire, he has his own metal working shop where he crafts an assortment of items from jewelry to bobbles and other trinkets that he also brings to the Faire to sell. ➽➽➽➽ He works with both glass and metals. ➽➽➽➽ He typically will create and work with smaller, more decorative items. ➽➽➽➽ Cannot and will not work with wood. He tried once. Just once. He doesn't like to talk about that failure that is wood working. ➽➽➽➽ Loves the idea of weapons and weapon making... still not the best with them though. That's something he's working on IRL. Maybe one day he'll bring it to the park? ➽➽➽➽ He's a ladies man by nature, and that can end up being a little distracting to those attending his classes at the park. Especially if those individuals want to learn and the gawkers are preventing it. Hey, it's not entirely his fault. Though... he is a showoff, so maybe a little. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ♡ Likes ☒ Dislikes ♡ Metal Working ♡ Smell after it rains ♡ Early mornings ☒ Heatwaves ☒ Heartburn ☒ Incorrect handling of materials t r í v í α ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽➽ Sweats like crazy ➽➽➽➽ Callouses for days ➽➽➽➽ Extremely delicate touch в í σ g r α p h ч ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ✥ Jonah Kaplan - the heartthrob of the park. has a demo booth where he makes anything from swords to arrowheads to jewelry sold at the gift shop. has workshop classes twice a day where guest to make their own souvenir. popular among the older crowd who just comes to stare at him. too bad ladies, he's kind of taken. it's complicated. (Devran Taskesen)

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𝓑𝓪𝓻 𝓦𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓱

_{𝓑𝓪𝓻 𝓦𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓱}

_______________________________________________ Ashley Marie Stanton | Bisexual | 85EF56 ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ Thirty | Female | 5'6" | 121 lbs ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ + Intelligent | Attentive | Charismatic - Gossip | "Ditzy" | Authoritative ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵

s k í l l s & w є α k n є s s є s ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽➽ Clem is THE bar wench of the Faire. She heads the other wenches in the other bars around the park, but can mostly be found weaving among the patrons at The King's Table, where there is a stage towards the back where some tropes perform while patrons eat. Has worked there for the last 10 years, moving on up into her "manager" like position she has now. ➽➽➽➽ Serving others and taking no shit while she does it! This woman is a machine! A well tuned and well oiled machine. However, there are many occasions where she enjoys playing the ditzy bar wench. ➽➽➽➽ Clem is extremely smart. She's trying to finish her law degree after all. Not to mention, she's a mother figure not just to the patrons and the rest of the cast and crew at the Faire. She is a literal mother to her two kids. Sometimes they come and hang out at the park all dressed up. The cast treats 'em like family. ➽➽➽➽ She has a temper problem. But only if it gets to her breaking point. Which is a lot higher than most. Probably because she's a mom and future lawyer? ➽➽➽➽ She LOVES the gossip that makes its way into her bars across the park. There isn't anything she DOESN'T know. You can bet that she will hold it over you, or spread it around. Should she need to ofc. ➽➽➽➽ ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ♡ Likes ☒ Dislikes ♡ Corsets ♡ Gossip ♡ Mead ☒ Corsets ☒ Boob sweat ☒ Littering t r í v í α ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽➽ Accents are always on point ➽➽➽➽ Balance is perfection - but she plays on being a ditz for more tips ➽➽➽➽ Exudes MOM attitude. But like a bad mom kinda fun в í σ g r α p h ч ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ✥ Clementine - real name is Ashley, but that's not very exciting. knows all the secrets. spends her days in the 'tavern' feeding hungry customers and putting out fights. the cast usually hangs out there during their down time and she has gotten to know each and every one. when she's not at the Faire she's busy raising her two kids and taking online classes to get her law degree. (Tamal Kari)

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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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