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Current That was the worst three months of my life. Health is close to normal again. Here's to making the insurance company cry!
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"Your copay today is $20,000" How about no.
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Well, the "I am but an ally" to "queer af" pipeline is real.

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I have gone by many names over my life, and the one I go by here is Nori.

I am a non-binary individual who has a love of participating in these stories and creating my own. I am incredibly chronically ill. If my illness flares up too much I may be pulled away.

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Quick bump!
OOC Is up!

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As well, I will have a discord server open for this as well
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Alora Holly:

"Take me on a hike so I know it's real."
~Quote from her Tinder bio




Gender:

Non-Binary

Age:

29

Appearance:

Alora stands at a height of five-foot-ten inches tall. While she is not the lithest person, she has a solid muscle foundation that helps project the intimidating aura she has cultivated over the years. They tend to gravitate towards darker-colored clothes that they accessorize with brightly colored and numerous pieces of jewelry. She is typically seen wearing a t-shirt and ripped black jeans. Sometimes she spices up this look with a jean jacket adorned with small pins from the various museums she has visited.

Alora is currently growing her hair back out. She has worn a shaved side and mullet style for the past decade. While she never felt this har was indeed her style, it was aggressive, which was the energy she liked to carry. As a result, her hair has grown out in varying lengths and is often spiked in a messy design.

Personality:
{Independant}{Depressed}{Cold}

Her friends describe Alora with a cold, unapproachable exterior and a soft, almost vulnerable interior. She likes to keep strangers at arm's length. Her style and outward personality are all a means to this end. To her friends and her chosen family, she tends to gravitate towards being the mom figure of the group. Everyone comes to her when they are struggling or need advice. She does wish she had someone who could return the favor as she has had numerous struggles with her mental health and is currently diagnosed and on a few different medications. She spent the last decade battling a dependency on alcohol, and she has been sober for one year. These factors, combined with traumatic moments from her youth, have caused her to develop into the woman she is today.

History:
{College Graduate}{Authentic life}{disowned}{trauma}

Alora's early life was a chaotic time in her life. She had begun to show signs of her mental health struggles, and instead of seeking help, her parents pushed her into more rigid systems of control. Instead of speaking to a therapist, she was not allowed to use electronics after seven, be in bed by eight, and awake by five in the morning to do a litany of chores and work around the house. Both of her parents were alcoholics who sought the answers to their lives at the bottom of many a bottle.

As she grew older, she began to rebel against her parents' control. Arguments became a constant occurrence. Her friend group grew with similar misfits joining the fold. While her teenage years were not overly sour the undiagnosed disorders and the abuse of her family situation did leave lasting damage. Eventually, she moved out, went to college across the country in California, and finally got her degree in biology.

She stayed in California and worked as a park ranger. While she tried to keep the interactions with her family to a minimum, eventually, another argument turned so heated that her father told her never to return and to never talk to him again. She became disowned and had not had contact with her parents for five years. Alora rose above this, as she has always done, and built herself a self-made family that has helped push her to be the best version of herself.

A month ago, things began to change. At first, it was the odd happenstances of Alora's day. She could feel a slight breeze all around her out in the park, yet the sensation was not one her body experienced. It was as if she was feeling the slight breeze across the field, all at once. While strange, she chalked it up as a side effect of her medication. As the days dragged on, her power became more apparent. The plants inside her apartment seemed to thrive and would move when she would pass them by. What's more, she could still feel the same out-of-body sensation she felt in the field with these house plants.

Alora had powers. What does one do when they realize they have mystical powers? They train. Alora explored the boundaries of her abilities through trial and error. While the trials proved to be valuable, the errors nearly killed her. It took a week, and a vision-esque dream, for her to come to terms with the fact that she was not losing her mind.

A week ago, Alora received a package with a postcard inviting her to a cabin in the woods and a letter explaining why she was invited. With hesitations front of mind, and uncertainty about the way forward, Alora headed off towards her new future.

Equipment:

Medication
iPhone
Charging cables
Two weeks' worth of clothes
Snacks

Magic:

Alora's magic allows her to exert control over plant life. Thus far, she can manipulate her green friends to grow at a faster rate, sway on command, and can magically graft one plant onto another. This ability has grown stronger since she was first gifted her powers. At the start, she could only sense the plant life around her. While she can not see through them nor hear, she can get a glimpse of what they feel around them. What scents are in the air, and what grounds have been stepped on. As the weeks turned into a month, Alora noticed that she was becoming in tune with the plant life. She learned how to sway the plants at a whim and command plants to proliferate.

These powers come with downsides, as all do. The more Alora tries to exert her control over plants, the more lost she can become in the networks of green life. There is a near-infinite number of plant life in a forest, from the pedals of grass to the massive mycelium colonies buried deep in the ground and all the pollen in the air. If she spends too long in tune with nature, her mind may as well be lost in it. As well, when she first discovered and started to use her power, she over-exerted herself. Her skin began to harden for a brief moment and appeared like bark. Alora would do well to avoid prolonged use of her powers, as one can not see the forest if one is a tree.
The Return of Magic - An intro.




Magical was once as essential to the development of mankind as fire or even the wheel. The witches and warlocks of our past worked hard to uplift their fellow humans and push them forward toward the future. However, as you know, our history books make no mention of our magically adept ancestors. No mention of the great wonders they built or the evil they defeated and banished away. This is by design. Those who could not wield the magic felt jealous, afraid even, by those who could and hunted them to extinction. It has been a thousand years since the last spell was cast, five hundred years since the last authentic trial and one hundred years since those whose bloodline was devoted to the murder of magic sheathed their blades and considered their quest completed.

Yet magic stirs once more in the realm of mortals. A new day dawns on a new generation of witches and warlocks, and only questions remain. Are they ready for the perils that await them? The monsters of the night that have been locked away seek to break the chains that bound them. Most importantly, would they be ready to stand up to the whole of humanity and face the wrath of their fear? These questions will not be answered overnight. As such, an invitation was sent to each of those that the magic returned to, inviting them to a place where they can learn to harness their powers.

They should do well to learn quickly. In the quiet corners of the internet, people have begun to report strange creatures, and people have started to disappear randomly. Could it be a coincidence, or could the return of magic be tied to something much more sinister?

** Howdy **


Hey!

Whale here looking to do this magic-themed RP again. I think the IRL medical issues that sidelined this are under control again and I look forward to advancing through the story/

The basic premise is magic was once a natural part of our world. After years of hunting witches and warlocks to extinction, magic, among other things, disappeared seemingly for good. Now that magic has returned, and with it, the monsters of old, a new era of witches and warlocks much rise to the challenge. I plan to allow players to have some liberty with the magic their character can wield, but remember that you *just* got these powers. You will not be powerful yet.

Let me know if anyone has any questions! I am aiming for 4-6 players and could be happy to start with more or less than that!
















@GN FOREVER@Hyyde322

Glad to have your interest :) I will put up the OOC and my character sheet today.
Everyone who was a part of the first one and had an approved character will be good to go with that character again if desired.
Interested again! <333


I am very glad :)
The Return of Magic - An intro.




Magical was once as essential to the development of mankind as fire or even the wheel. The witches and warlocks of our past worked hard to uplift their fellow humans and push them forward toward the future. However, as you know, our history books make no mention of our magically adept ancestors. No mention of the great wonders they built or the evil they defeated and banished away. This is by design. Those who could not wield the magic felt jealous, afraid even, by those who could and hunted them to extinction. It has been a thousand years since the last spell was cast, five hundred years since the last authentic trial and one hundred years since those whose bloodline was devoted to the murder of magic sheathed their blades and considered their quest completed.

Yet magic stirs once more in the realm of mortals. A new day dawns on a new generation of witches and warlocks, and only questions remain. Are they ready for the perils that await them? The monsters of the night that have been locked away seek to break the chains that bound them. Most importantly, would they be ready to stand up to the whole of humanity and face the wrath of their fear? These questions will not be answered overnight. As such, an invitation was sent to each of those that the magic returned to, inviting them to a place where they can learn to harness their powers.

They should do well to learn quickly. In the quiet corners of the internet, people have begun to report strange creatures, and people have started to disappear randomly. Could it be a coincidence, or could the return of magic be tied to something much more sinister?

** Howdy **


Hey!

Whale here looking to do this magic-themed RP again. I think the IRL medical issues that sidelined this are under control again and I look forward to advancing through the story/

The basic premise is magic was once a natural part of our world. After years of hunting witches and warlocks to extinction, magic, among other things, disappeared seemingly for good. Now that magic has returned, and with it, the monsters of old, a new era of witches and warlocks much rise to the challenge. I plan to allow players to have some liberty with the magic their character can wield, but remember that you *just* got these powers. You will not be powerful yet.

Let me know if anyone has any questions! I am aiming for 4-6 players and could be happy to start with more or less than that!
















APATE


Hermes’ first stop and delivery was not too far from Olympus proper. Moments after teleporting away from the scene of Zeus’ death and turning off all the unnecessary flare that normally accompanied the action, Hermes anticlimactically bled into view in a storage room to retrieve a small handheld device from his cloak. It was an old throwback device similar in nature to a pager. By pressing the only button available on its surface, he triggered the diminutive LED light on its partner, which likewise possessed a similar button linked to his own.

It was the compromise he and the Goddess of Deceit had reached for signaling each other whenever they needed to meet. She was simply far too caught up in her own divine role to have any of her preferences and options for IRIS enabled - meaning she was one of the few deities Hermes could not effortlessly pinpoint at every hour of the day. Likewise, Hermes had similarly rendered himself difficult to locate using IRIS just in case the former Zeus ever decided to try and use the Kerykeion - the real Kerykeion, not the glorified prop that Hermes carried with him - to locate him.

The arrangement between the two deities was simple. After pressing the button, Hermes then waited for the led on his device to blink twice rapidly, pause, and then blink three times rapidly. That was the signal indicating that the Goddess of Deceit had noticed and was available to meet at the predetermined location.

The site in question was the atrium of a waypoint temple on the road leading up to Mt. Olympus. The shrine was barely maintained, with no interior camera coverage. Eschewing any fanfare, Hermes promptly teleported directly there, his form bleeding out of existence upon Olympus and bleeding into the largely abandoned, ran-down atrium like water seeping into sand, with no dramatic sounds or lights accompanying the transition.

Apate was in her temple when she noticed the beeping of the crude device. She had held it in her hand for a few minutes, expecting the inevitable call that would come. A sigh escaped her lips as she slid the device into one of her pockets, away from view. She knew what this meeting was for, as did everyone in her inner circle. That did not stop reality from slamming into her all the same. Zeus was dead, and no one was any the wiser as to who murdered him. Apate had a feeling that much of the blame for his death would fall on her shoulders for failing to spot the threat ahead of time, and not spotting the assailant as they were in the act or fleeing. Apate knew she could not dwell on that and instead she and her acolytes would need to focus and find any clue that could point the High Pantheon in the direction of their enemy. Her role in that search would have to wait, Apate knew, and she set off out the temple doors after signaling to Hermes she was on her way.

Apate walked through the alleys, back roads, and even through a tunnel or two, as she made her way to the atrium temple. The path she walked, as she always did, was one that would keep her from the sight of both mortals and gods alike. She was a blight on the otherwise perfect appeal of most who resided in Olympus. Her dark black, halter-top dress flowed down to her ankles and stood in stark contrast to her pale skin and the holy glow of the capital city. She knew this, but still, she wore what she normally would help mask any knowledge she may have of what may have happened. Eventually, she found her way to the Waypoint Temple and stopped just short of entering the door. With a deep breath, she mustered her wit and walked in.

“I really hate what you’ve done with the place. Really, they say a man’s temple is a reflection of who they really are, and this,” Apate motioned around to the destroyed pillars, and the rubble-covered floors, “Actually, this really does fit you forget I said anything. Pray to tell, Hermes, what prompted you to call for me this time?”

“I designed and tidied the place with you in mind.” Hermes quipped as he nonchalantly tossed the Kerykeion to the side to clatter against the ground. Both he and Apate knew it to be a mere prop rather than the true article - keeping up appearances here was pointless. “Though I must say, I would have had more time to make it truly miserable had you been the one to contact me. How long have you known Zeus was dead? You should have signaled me the moment you learned rather than waiting for the reverse.”

“Mere moments,” Apate responded as she moved to the side, “if you had only waited a minute or so long you would have got my message.” Apate paused her step and stared into her counterpart’s faceted visor for a brief moment before she tore them away and continued her steps. She once again gazed at the room around her, letting her eyes linger for a moment too long on the stone and dust that adorned the place. “You have outdone yourself, this place is a stunning rendition of myself.” Apate paused as her eyes darted around the room. “Cold, dark, and with more spiders than either of us care to admit.” She shifted her focus back onto the visor once more. “I ask again. What prompted you to call for me?”

“Oh, Zeus’ first official order as King of the Gods was to instruct me to deliver these invitations along with verbal notice that all of the High Pantheon and their scions are to attend him upon Mt. Olympus at the stated place and time.” Hermes rattled off, flicking his wrist and producing a black letter with gold filigree from thin air. With a flourish, he sent it drifting through the air like a leaf on the unseen wind towards Apate. “It is strange - despite his vow that the perpetrator of Zeus murder shall be found, he has yet to even think of contacting you. I suppose he has other more pressing concerns and people on his mind.”

Apate chuckled as she caught the letter and opened it. She read the instructions briefly before she put them back together. “You’re right. He has you hand delivering these messages and yet I have yet to hear from our father. If I was a weaker goddess I may just weep at the thought of being left out.” She paused as she feigned a feint by throwing one hand up high and leaning back. “Zeus does have more pressing concerns and people on his mind, and yet not one of them is me. It is almost as if he is not concerned with me nor my ability to deliver for him.”

“Not concerned, or not convinced?” Hermes shot back with a lazy tone as he sidled over to a nearby pillar to lean against it irreverently. “Or, if we are being honest for a moment here, something I think we both know he is not interested in.”

“And yet he keeps you around and you keep yourself around him. Are you hoping that one day he may forget who and what you are? That he would get careless with his grip around your precious Key?” Apate paused as she leaned her back against a pillar. “If we’re being honest, I don’t know if I should be flattered or offended that this mail dog found his bite.”

“I knew I should not have used the word honest, it always triggers you so.” Hermes tutted. “Read my lips:” He gestured to his completely inscrutable, faceted visor with both hands. “What I meant to imply is that I do not think we should expect a culprit to be identified anytime soon.”

“Neither do I,” Apate spoke honestly once again, “whoever killed Zeus did so with no warning and did so without being seen by any guards, servants, or by any of my spiders.” Apate pulled herself from the pillar and began pacing the room. “Not many can manage that feat and then they had the power to take down our father. They are either incredibly strong or incredibly connected.” She paused as she let out a deep breath and locked eyes with the visor once more. “I wonder which option scares you more, more powerful than Zeus or more connected than Apate?”

“Do I sound scared to you?” Hermes actually laughed then, an echoing titter that echoed throughout the atrium. “If this hypothetical assailant was either, they would have no need for duplicity.”

“So be it,” Apate sighed. Speaking to Hermes always tested her patience and this time was no different. “I will return to my temple and prepare myself for tomorrow's journey to Mt. Olympus. Thank you for the timely delivery of this message and for your conversational skills, wit, and” she paused as she jestered across the dilapidated room “this stunning rendition of me.”

“As decrepit and hoary as it was the last time we met here.” Hermes quipped. He then stared expectantly at Apate for several long moments, a heavy silence filling the air between them. Eventually, he stooped low and retrieved the Kerykeion replica, and teleported away once more without any accompanying fanfare - simply seeming to seep out of existence like water dribbling away in sand.

It was but a moment later that Apate realized the letter Hermes had given to her - which she had never read - was missing.

“Awww Hermes, is my presence not enough of a gift for your services,” Apate asked the sky with a sly grin. She had known that Zeus instructed Hermes to deliver these messages to each member of the high pantheon instructing them to arrive the following afternoon to swear their fealty to the newly crowned father of all. Apate wondered what Hermes would do with the invitation with her name on it. Regardless, Apate had work to do and she would begin her search at once for the culprit behind the murder. She would also begin her work molding the new Zeus to better serve her station. She set off towards home. Apate had work to do. When she arrived back she was first greeted by Eris.

“What news did Hermes bring?”

“Nothing we did not already know,” Apate paused, “I am requested to attend the coronation of our new lord tomorrow. I want to have something, anything, that I can deliver.”

“Nemesis and Moros are running down leads as we speak. Nemesis is combing through the web of information from the mortal empires and Moros is doing the same through the godly ones.”

“And S.I.H.T?”

“Obscured.”

Apate walked over to a console attached to a large holo-table and typed in a command. After a few flickers, the table projected out a reconstruction of the terrace and showed Zeus. A moment later an unnatural fog had descended over and obscured the view. After it dissipated, Zeus was seen on the ground rapidly decaying as the nanites dissolved his flesh and bone. A few moments later the servant girl entered the scene, screamed, and ran to alert the guards.

“I see two possibilities, both equally hard to prove. Either another god, with the knowledge to hack into the city's weather control systems, killed Zeus and used the weather to hide it and their involvement from sight or the old man killed himself and his final act was to rob us of the pleasure of ever witnessing his suffering.” Apate paused as she rubbed her chin. “Keep trying to locate any possible witness, pay close attention to the interrogators and what their captives say, and tell Nemesis and Moros to double their efforts.”

“Yes, Goddess.”

“Have the servants prepare my wardrobe, I wish to make a statement at the coronation tomorrow.”

Apate, Goddess of Deceit

The Web Layer

Apate is a very secretive woman who hides behind her identity as the Goddess of Deceit. She was born and raised as a Goddess among mortals and thus, was never given a mortal name. Through her subterfuge, she has taken on many a moniker when it suited her.

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