pandapolio

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

Ok, I get the issues. As for his position within the college, it is more of an "outside the normal structure" kind of thing. If you don't want the college being fleshed out yet I could go with the second idea for after the cave collapse. Instead of what really happened his master died in the cave collapse and after Chrollo's escape he didn't return to the college. I could probably think of a reason he would be helping the rose knights.

Instead of that, I could merely lower the rank of his master to something of a "head of a department". That would lower them both down in importance, and avoid touching the main NPC's of the college. Also in regard to the "power-hungry and outright violent", I wouldn't consider Chrollo to be the first descriptor. He has no real need to climb the social or political ladder, and most times couldn't care about rank. And for the outright violence, he is leaning towards a lack of inhibition. He doesn't seek violence or instigate much of it, but you will probably not find him actually monologuing on the merits of pacifism. If in his personality it came off as either of those I can change it up. When I was thinking of his personality I took considerable inspiration from Pariston in HunterxHunter if that gives any good context. I can change the very end of the history if it was giving off that impression.

Ok time to tackle the big thing: Gravity magic. Ok, so I'm just gonna kinda say most of what's in my head about this and hope it makes decent sense. So when you spoke of more small-scale and single-target spells, that is 95% of gravity spells. They can range from changing the weights of objects to manipulating the momentum of a swing. The only traditional attack spell it has is condensing air with gravity and launching that at people. All that is the stuff that would be considered low to low-high tier. Of course, manipulating larger or living creatures take exponentially more mana and concentration.

Beyond that is the range of AOE gravity spells, aka the hard ones. Using them is balancing multiple very fine lines. Of course the larger the area the harder it becomes. (while already being extremely difficult) Another boundary to watch out for is as you said allies. The nature of Gravity is very impartial, and its magic is no different. Both the caster are affected in the area just as much as the intended targets. This makes it a very technical study of magic that has potentially incredible abilities, but a just as dangerous potential for a devastating crack back. The most powerful users of it (which Chrollo is currently nowhere near) can make multiple areas of effect, thus avoiding themselves and allies. The ability Chrollo has is to be unaffected by his own gravity magic (and maybe others idk) thus allowing him to avoid one of the major pitfalls of the dangerous field of magic. An AOE use of gravity magic of 5x5 feet would probably leave a normal person exhausted for a week after using it. An average mage could probably hold that for 10 min before exhausting. Chrollo can probably hold the 5x5 for around twenty min. One of the most powerful mages can probably manage about 10 of those separate areas for the same amount of time. Any large AOEs attempted by Chrollo would probably only last around 10 seconds depending on the size. Anything army-sized probably is out of reach of all but the top 2/3 mages in all the world.

As for his normal attacking magic he mostly uses fire and earth magics around intermediate levels. He could probably manage a high-level fire spell like a fire tornado or something. These are the spells he would have learned naturally studying at the college.

Thx for working with me on this! I know this character is pretty out there, so I appreciate this. Also, I'm sorry I'm filling up a whole OOC page with my explanations lol.
@Raineh Daze

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

I'll number the points to make this a bit easier.
1. Sure thing, we can change it to that other reason. It would probably make sense that after dealing with so many magically empowered enemies the knights might decide they need a mage's assistance. Up to you guys though, I was just thinking of this from a different way.

2. All cool, the mana glow really makes no difference in regards to this.

3. I guess my wording was a bit weird with this one. For most mages, gravity magic is quite dangerous, because you are susceptible to the effects of your own spell. AOE gravity spells are incredibly effective for subjugating groups of enemies, but there is always a chance you get caught in it and end up hurting yourself. Chrollo has a form of resistance to his own gravity spells, and thus can utilize gravity magic with more "broad strokes". At least that is what I was thinking.

4. As for his actual power I am somewhat unsure because I am not completely sure of the strength of mages in this world. I am completely fine with you guys making that decision if you want to, but I would guess somewhere in the upper half of mages. While he still is inexperienced and has plenty of room to grow, he is currently working right under the Headmaster of the college. I would probably put him on the level of a college battlemage, but with less experience. He has the advantage of wider use of gravity magic but lacks experience in combat, as well as proficiency in much outside attack magic.

Hope that did a good job answering some questions. I am just struggling a bit to find the power scale for him because while there are a few minor mages in the knights there hasn't been much high-level magic shown. On the other hand in Tyaethe's lesson recently someone stressed that the 2 things you should never fight head-on are a well-fed ancient vampire and an extremely powerful wizard. I obviously don't want to be that strong, so I am trying to find some middle there. Thx.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

@VitaVitaAR Sure thing, I'd be happy to answer. So for the reason he is hanging around the Iron Roses is that he was sent to observe the captain. (or something like that) In the OOC description, you talked about how many of the nobles outside, and inside, the order want the way the captain is chosen to be changed. I'm just spitballing here, but it could be that a faction of nobles finally pressured the king enough that he had to appear to be doing something. An "impartial" judge like the college could have been chosen to observe the operation of the knights, and see how effectively their new commander is running it. I am entirely open to change that reasoning, but that is what I thought of as of this moment.

As for his abilities, I was going for something akin to an elemental mage. He is adept at most of the basic elements, but his specialty is gravity-based magic. With magic, he is able to change the weight and mass of objects. (or something like that) He also has the ability to see mana particles very clearly.

As for how the backstory links back to this, I was really interested in the Witch-Queen of Orodagor in the Locations section. My basic idea is that what happened to him was that a group of cultists who dedicate themselves to the "long-dead queen" were the ones who collapsed the tunnel. They are mostly very low-powered in magic and were able to do that by having multiple people working together. When they realized their luck at capturing a mage Chrollo was trapped and experimented on. The tattoos are mostly a dark language the cultist didn't understand but didn't want to risk cursing themselves with. They managed to write down actual enchantments twice while tattooing his body by pure chance. The first one was his eyes, which gave him the ability to see mana particles, and the second was a strengthening enchantment. This strength enchantment allows him to survive the stress of using gravity magic. After his eyes began to glow they realized they had accomplished something and began to scribble whatever they could find, including the elvish words Chrollo had been studying in his journal. And then in some probably elaborate way, I don't want to waste your time with Chrollo eventually escaped.

The reason I didn't put that part in was that I had begun to get really worried that my CS was getting way too long. Though I guess I ended up writing it all anyway so... If you have any questions or changes pls do not hesitate to state them, I know I can be a bit difficult and tend to ramble so I am sorry. Thx

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

Hey, I asked about a character like this nearly a year ago, but then I became extremely busy. I am now able to have some free time, so here is my cs finally lol. I am open to making changes and/or questions. Thx.

Chrollo

𝒞𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓁𝓁𝑜

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Appearance:


At around 6ft Chrollo has a minor height advantage on most people he meets, which helps give off the impression he looks down on everyone literally and figuratively. While he has a collection of functional robes to choose from day to day, the constant seems to be that they are all quite ornate and well-made. Adding on to the sense of wealth he always has a collection of rings adorning his fingers made out of precious metals and gems. The two constants in his outfit are a pair of earrings with blood-red gems hanging from them, as well as the bandages that cover his body. They start at the top of his neck and reach all the way down to his feet. Chrollo is incredibly secretive about the bandages and his appearance underneath them.

Chrollo is considered quite handsome, though secretly most would consider him more beautiful than handsome in a traditional way. He has long hair that is often left to hang rather than pull it back, only doing so if it gets in the way. The most notable feature of his is his glowing yellow eyes. They appear almost feline in nature and fluctuate in light depending on how much mana he is using. When not using spells they appear almost normal if not for color and shape, but when he is casting high-level spells they can begin to illuminate much like candles in the night.

Personality:
Fitting the feline-like appearance of his eyes Chrollo can most times be described as “mildly amused” or “somewhat interested” in most people around him. He tends to give off a feeling of unease in most people, that they are a toy he is using to temporarily relieve boredom. It is hard to ever tell if he is ever being sincere or merely playing with you. Most questions he asks feel barbed as if he is attempting to provoke instead of understanding.

While he is no traitor or heretic, Chrollo feels no true loyalty to either the monarchy or church. If anything his attitude towards these institutions could best be summed up in the phrase “not my problem”. Even his loyalty to his fellow mages of the college is doubted by most mages in said college. There is a single figure that commands Chrollo’s respect and loyalty, the head of the mages college in Thaln.

Chrollo is driven by a need to repay the debt he owes to his master for giving him the gift of a new life. That gift is the most valuable and precious thing Chrollo has ever received and causes all other acts of kindness to pale in comparison in the eyes of the young mage. No matter what he suffers he follows any order or request that is given to him by his master no matter the cost.
Detached, Manipulative, Carefree

Brief Backstory:
Chrollo prefers not to think of a time before he met his master for those days have left him with nothing but nightmares. The only remaining trace of that time is a subtle flinch at the sound of a whip cracking. According to Chrollo, his true life began when the first gentle person he had ever met gave him a name. At the age of nine Chrollo was acknowledged as a human and it was a completely alien experience to him. The journey with this kind person wasn’t easy, but it was still an amazing experience for him. It was on this trip he learned how it felt to smile, laugh, and sleep with no fear. The kind stranger would tell him stories every night as the moon rose high. They would speak of wondrous places and magical beings that the boy couldn’t even imagine. Endless water and giant lizards sounded like insanity, but the whole trip felt like a dream so Chrollo instantly believed them all. Eventually, their trip ended at a sea of stars, the city of Aimlenn. As they approached through the darkness of night Chrollo was amazed by the sights around him. Little did the boy know he had just arrived at his new home to begin the next chapter of his life.

As it turned out Chrollo had a naturally large reserve of mana, especially for a child with no training or nourishment. Having seen this the kind stranger recommended him to be taken in by the mages college as a student. The kind man was actually a wizard with the college named Karandor. Chrollo was terrified to be separated from his savior, but after much comfort, he finally relented and went to his first classes. These classes were filled with other orphans adopted by the college, or prodigies from the surrounding area who only stayed for the day. Even though he was remarkably shy the small boy was one of the best students in his class, and it stayed that way until his graduation at the age of fifteen. Chrollo had a reputation as a hard-working and honest student that always tried his best, and ended up graduating as the third-best mage of his class. While the top student immediately goes into service for the kingdom, the others are left to choose their own paths. The second best decision to join a mercenary company along with a few others, while many just became scholars for the college. Many of the lower-ranking students went off on their own to make a name for themselves in some way or another. When it was time for Chrollo to make his choice he didn’t hesitate and became the assistant to the very same wizard who had saved him all those years ago.

At first, Chrollo worked as a simple assistant that helped with paperwork for Karandor. His real job was to grow his magic’s strength until he could accompany his master on his journeys out of the nation. It took him about two years to reach this point, and they set off on their first journey together. They journeyed west to visit the Elves at the Veil of Tears and study Elven magic. The wall of water was an incredible sight to watch, and it never got old trying to understand the enchantments around it. That was merely the first of three expeditions Chrollo and his master went on over the next 5 years. Their third expedition was by far the most dangerous they had embarked on, and it would be the one that ended in disaster. Their objective was to study some reported carvings in a cave in the mountains near Orodagor. The journey there was difficult and the research went no better. They had found the carvings but had little way to understand them, as they were written in an unknown language. During a late-night of studying a mysterious wind picked up around the mouth of the cave, and Chrollo’s master went to investigate. As Karandor walked away Chrollo noticed a lantern with an open lid and moved to close it. As he bent down the flame leaped at him and expanded rapidly.

From the master's point of view, the cave suddenly exploded in flame from where his apprentice was standing. Using his enchanted cloak he shielded himself from the flames, but the force sent him flying. Slowly floating down with the use of magic the master watched with horror as the cave suddenly collapsed sending dust up everywhere. For four days Karandor frantically searched for any signs of life from his apprentice. The most he ever found was a torn piece of singed cloth. Defeated and having lost his student Karandor began the long trek home.

It was two years later that a miracle would happen at the mages college. In the middle of the day, a man in rags stumbled through the front door and shouted that he must speak with Karandor. As the old man reached the lobby to see what the fuss was about he immediately recognized the mana of the man standing before him. Karandor rushed forward and embraced Chrollo and silently wept while holding him close. As he pulled back he could see drastic things had happened to his apprentice. The once child-like blue eyes were now a bright yellow, with alien iris’. Chrollo’s hair had grown much longer, and he was a good bit taller. The most significant thing by far was tattoos that covered the vast majority of his body. They were clearly visible through the rags that barely covered Chrollo, and they were utterly confusing. They appeared to be just lines and lines of words in various languages. While there were human and elvish languages scattered around the arms and legs, the vast majority were the undecipherable language from the caves in Orodagor. Karandor brushed off his confusion for the time being and quickly ushered his student upstairs just happy to see him again.

Over time Chrollo began to mingle with his fellow mages once again, but this time he was drastically different from his old self. He was so changed that many of the mages began to wonder if this was an imposter or not, but none could voice their opinions in public. Those who did would receive the wrath of Karandor, who had risen to the rank of Grandmaster of the College. Soon after Chrollo’s return Karandor officially adopted his student and began to utilize his new son as his right hand. Chrollo was a brutally effective agent for Karador whether it was testing other mages, or dealing with “roadblocks” for the college. It quickly became clear Chrollo’s magic had also risen to another level in both mana production and creativity. This along with his undying loyalty to Karandor has given him the epithet “The Hound of Karandor”, or better known as “The Hound”.

Equipment:

• Earrings with mana reserves in the crystals
• Golden half-staff with a crystal on its head
• A magic ring that allows for simple levitation
• A large collection of ornate jewelry he often wears
• An enchanted cloak that prevents a majority of attacks from breaking through

Skills:

• Powerful mage
  
  
  • High-level spells
  • Creative uses
  • Quick Casting
• Decent scholar
• Brutally cunning

@pandapolio

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

Hey, I asked about a character like this nearly a year ago, but then I became extremely busy. I am now able to have some free time, so here is my cs finally lol.

Chrollo

𝒞𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓁𝓁𝑜

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Appearance:


At around 6ft Chrollo has a minor height advantage on most people he meets, which helps give off the impression he looks down on everyone literally and figuratively. While he has a collection of functional robes to choose from day to day, the constant seems to be that they are all quite ornate and well-made. Adding on to the sense of wealth he always has a collection of rings adorning his fingers made out of precious metals and gems. The two constants in his outfit are a pair of earrings with blood-red gems hanging from them, as well as the bandages that cover his body. They start at the top of his neck and reach all the way down to his feet. Chrollo is incredibly secretive about the bandages and his appearance underneath them.

Chrollo is considered quite handsome, though secretly most would consider him more beautiful than handsome in a traditional way. He has long hair that is often left to hang rather than pull it back, only doing so if it gets in the way. The most notable feature of his is his glowing yellow eyes. They appear almost feline in nature and fluctuate in light depending on how much mana he is using. When not using spells they appear almost normal if not for color and shape, but when he is casting high-level spells they can begin to illuminate much like candles in the night.

Personality:
Fitting the feline-like appearance of his eyes Chrollo can most times be described as “mildly amused” or “somewhat interested” in most people around him. He tends to give off a feeling of unease in most people, that they are a toy he is using to temporarily relieve boredom. It is hard to ever tell if he is ever being sincere or merely playing with you. Most questions he asks feel barbed as if he is attempting to provoke instead of understanding.

While he is no traitor or heretic, Chrollo feels no true loyalty to either the monarchy or church. If anything his attitude towards these institutions could best be summed up in the phrase “not my problem”. Even his loyalty to his fellow mages of the college is doubted by most mages in said college. There is a single figure that commands Chrollo’s respect and loyalty, the head of the mages college in Thaln.

Chrollo is driven by a need to repay the debt he owes to his master for giving him the gift of a new life. That gift is the most valuable and precious thing Chrollo has ever received and causes all other acts of kindness to pale in comparison in the eyes of the young mage. No matter what he suffers he follows any order or request that is given to him by his master no matter the cost.
Detached, Manipulative, Carefree

Brief Backstory:
Chrollo prefers not to think of a time before he met his master for those days have left him with nothing but nightmares. The only remaining trace of that time is a subtle flinch at the sound of a whip cracking. According to Chrollo, his true life began when the first gentle person he had ever met gave him a name. At the age of nine Chrollo was acknowledged as a human and it was a completely alien experience to him. The journey with this kind person wasn’t easy, but it was still an amazing experience for him. It was on this trip he learned how it felt to smile, laugh, and sleep with no fear. The kind stranger would tell him stories every night as the moon rose high. They would speak of wondrous places and magical beings that the boy couldn’t even imagine. Endless water and giant lizards sounded like insanity, but the whole trip felt like a dream so Chrollo instantly believed them all. Eventually, their trip ended at a sea of stars, the city of Aimlenn. As they approached through the darkness of night Chrollo was amazed by the sights around him. Little did the boy know he had just arrived at his new home to begin the next chapter of his life.

As it turned out Chrollo had a naturally large reserve of mana, especially for a child with no training or nourishment. Having seen this the kind stranger recommended him to be taken in by the mages college as a student. The kind man was actually a wizard with the college named Karandor. Chrollo was terrified to be separated from his savior, but after much comfort, he finally relented and went to his first classes. These classes were filled with other orphans adopted by the college, or prodigies from the surrounding area who only stayed for the day. Even though he was remarkably shy the small boy was one of the best students in his class, and it stayed that way until his graduation at the age of fifteen. Chrollo had a reputation as a hard-working and honest student that always tried his best, and ended up graduating as the third-best mage of his class. While the top student immediately goes into service for the kingdom, the others are left to choose their own paths. The second best decision to join a mercenary company along with a few others, while many just became scholars for the college. Many of the lower-ranking students went off on their own to make a name for themselves in some way or another. When it was time for Chrollo to make his choice he didn’t hesitate and became the assistant to the very same wizard who had saved him all those years ago.

At first, Chrollo worked as a simple assistant that helped with paperwork for Karandor. His real job was to grow his magic’s strength until he could accompany his master on his journeys out of the nation. It took him about two years to reach this point, and they set off on their first journey together. They journeyed west to visit the Elves at the Veil of Tears and study Elven magic. The wall of water was an incredible sight to watch, and it never got old trying to understand the enchantments around it. That was merely the first of three expeditions Chrollo and his master went on over the next 5 years. Their third expedition was by far the most dangerous they had embarked on, and it would be the one that ended in disaster. Their objective was to study some reported carvings in a cave in the mountains near Orodagor. The journey there was difficult and the research went no better. They had found the carvings but had little way to understand them, as they were written in an unknown language. During a late-night of studying a mysterious wind picked up around the mouth of the cave, and Chrollo’s master went to investigate. As Karandor walked away Chrollo noticed a lantern with an open lid and moved to close it. As he bent down the flame leaped at him and expanded rapidly.

From the master's point of view, the cave suddenly exploded in flame from where his apprentice was standing. Using his enchanted cloak he shielded himself from the flames, but the force sent him flying. Slowly floating down with the use of magic the master watched with horror as the cave suddenly collapsed sending dust up everywhere. For four days Karandor frantically searched for any signs of life from his apprentice. The most he ever found was a torn piece of singed cloth. Defeated and having lost his student Karandor began the long trek home.

It was two years later that a miracle would happen at the mages college. In the middle of the day, a man in rags stumbled through the front door and shouted that he must speak with Karandor. As the old man reached the lobby to see what the fuss was about he immediately recognized the mana of the man standing before him. Karandor rushed forward and embraced Chrollo and silently wept while holding him close. As he pulled back he could see drastic things had happened to his apprentice. The once child-like blue eyes were now a bright yellow, with alien iris’. Chrollo’s hair had grown much longer, and he was a good bit taller. The most significant thing by far was tattoos that covered the vast majority of his body. They were clearly visible through the rags that barely covered Chrollo, and they were utterly confusing. They appeared to be just lines and lines of words in various languages. While there were human and elvish languages scattered around the arms and legs, the vast majority were the undecipherable language from the caves in Orodagor. Karandor brushed off his confusion for the time being and quickly ushered his student upstairs just happy to see him again.

Over time Chrollo began to mingle with his fellow mages once again, but this time he was drastically different from his old self. He was so changed that many of the mages began to wonder if this was an imposter or not, but none could voice their opinions in public. Those who did would receive the wrath of Karandor, who had risen to the rank of Grandmaster of the College. Soon after Chrollo’s return Karandor officially adopted his student and began to utilize his new son as his right hand. Chrollo was a brutally effective agent for Karador whether it was testing other mages, or dealing with “roadblocks” for the college. It quickly became clear Chrollo’s magic had also risen to another level in both mana production and creativity. This along with his undying loyalty to Karandor has given him the epithet “The Hound of Karandor”, or better known as “The Hound”.

Equipment:

• Earrings with mana reserves in the crystals
• Golden half-staff with a crystal on its head
• A magic ring that allows for simple levitation
• A large collection of ornate jewelry he often wears
• An enchanted cloak that prevents a majority of attacks from breaking through

Skills:

• Powerful mage
  
  
  • High-level spells
  • Creative uses
  • Quick Casting
• Decent scholar
• Brutally cunning

The Black Prophecy (Dead now; requiescat in pace!)

Hey, I've been reading through and this looks incredibly interesting. I would love to join if there are still some slots open for people to join. I also have a question or two to ask that would influence my character's creation. Thank you very much.

Kingdom's Fall: Fantasy RP where the Dark Lord has won

This looks really interesting!! Hope to be a part of it.

Empire of the Dead

Hey this looks really interesting, and I wonder if you are still accepting. I'm thinking of a general or minor king who was betrayed in life before he could make his stand against the undead(possibly by callidus idk). In death he has kept his discipline and pride because in his mind he never lost to the necromancer. He requires all of his "soldiers" to look presentable just like in life. This now includes polishing bones and such like that. For appearance wise him and his I'll would look something like the ossiarch bonereapers from AoS. Such as they all appear mostly uniform and still wear armor, but it is now made from bone. That is all I have so far.

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

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Dionysus

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God of Hangovers

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Constantinople was a city that never stopped moving for any occasion. The world could be ending and sure enough, there would be a vendor trying to sell you some trinket. The large market that filled the westernmost plaza of the city was no exception to this habit, even a few hours after the sun had set. Covered lanterns lit up the large area that would have been an open field if were not for the hundreds of tents that cluttered the plaza. People shuffled through the small corridors that naturally opened up between ramshackle shops. Citizens of the metropolis, rich and poor alike, came to purchase many of the items they needed in their day to day lives. At one vendor a wealthy patrician could be seen purchasing some form of roasted meat, while only a few steps away a small peasant woman was haggling over a rough piece of sheep’s wool.

Between the thousands of people gathered in the orange light of the lanterns, the god Dionysus was attempting to purchase some herbs from a small eastern woman who might just have lived as many years as the ageless diety. “Trust me, this wine is worth more than any gem or ore anyone could try and trade you. Just take a sip and you’ll understand what I mean.” Dio used his best smile while he said this, the same smile that could sway any mortal being only a few decades ago. “As if I would drink something a strange boy tries to force-feed me. You don’t get my age just trusting any honeyed words that come your way.” The old trader showed a near toothless grin as she pushed the skin of wine away from her.

“You also apparently didn’t live that long by being generous.”, Dio spat back at her. He was growing increasingly frustrated with this imp of a woman who dared defy him. Mortality was still something that Dionysus was adapting to daily, even though he had previously spent centuries roaming the planet. Back then he had been something “beyond” human, a being who merely existed near humans. Never did he have to pretend to be one of them.

“If you're going to take that kind of attitude with me I might as well raise the price to four denarii.”

“Fine, fine take your money, you greedy woman.” Dio tossed the money onto the table next to him and grabbed the herb before she could raise the price another time. Rushing away from the vendor Dio slipped through the crowds back east towards the center of the city. No matter how agile he was he couldn’t help but bump into some people earning himself some indignant shouts and curses. The young god ignored the insults and focused on making it out of the plaza as quickly as possible. Finally reaching an end to the mass of people Dio took a deep breath before continuing his jog into the city. As he headed inwards the smell of the sea receded somewhat and new scents began to overwhelm the senses. Imported spices from India and cured leather from the western edge of the empire dominated his nose as he passed by the shops of the many craftsmen who inhabited the city.

Dio stopped on a dime and ran down an alleyway between two tall buildings. He pulled aside a small curtain on the side of the rightmost building and made his way up the stairs that started at the entrance. Only once he reached a small door at the top did the god slow his ascent. Before entering Dio leaned against the wall and steeled himself against the growing pain he could feel pierce his heart. Dio faked a smile and entered the small room.

The room was cluttered and looked more like a large cupboard than anything. Shelves on the walls held an assortment of plates, cups, and random personal belongings. The floor was covered with colorful Persian rugs that only matched if one happened to be color blind. In the middle of the room, furs were piled to form a makeshift bed that was currently occupied. A slender form was curled up on top of the furs fast asleep oblivious to the world. Dio stood still not wanting to wake the resting woman and merely stood there gazing down at her. He didn’t know how long he stayed like this, Dio just knew he could wait here forever if she could be at peace asleep like this.

Eventually, the sleeping form began to move and raise its head. It was then that Dio could see the eyes of Ariadne, his wife. Even though her brunette hair was disheveled and she was a shade paler than healthy, Dio could feel his heart stop. Ever since he found her crying on the island of Naxos he had felt this way. Before the Colossus had happened he used to tell her she made him feel mortal. When Ariadne had asked what he meant by this he had at first hesitated, before voicing it best he could. “I have never feared death, for why should I? I am something beyond mortals and their limited view on life. I was born in the underworld of all places, dying would be a simple trip home. But when I am with you I truly feel afraid. I feel afraid that I could die at any moment. That I could be ripped away from you. An eternity in the pit of Tartarus can’t even compare to a minute without you.”

The tired eyes of Ariadne panned over the room until she saw her husband standing at the entrance. “How long have you been standing there?” When Dio saw his wife attempt to sit up he rushed to her side and put a hand on her back. Looking into her eyes Dio stopped faking his smile and whispered in her ear, “Not any longer than I would have wanted.” Ariadne giggled at him until a dry cough overtook her and she brought her hands to her mouth. When the coughing finally subsided Ariadne pulled her hands away from her face and let them fall onto her lap. A small amount of blood was visible on her palms and Dio quickly began to lay her back down. Dionysus pulled the herbs he bought out of his pocket and began to crush them into a bowl with the pommel of a small dagger.

“You are such a hopeless romantic. When I’m gone you better find someone to take care of you.” Dio winced when she said that last sentence, not wanting to remember the new mortality of his wife. “Dio, I need you to look at me.” He turned to face his wife and could see her clearly in pain trying to stay awake. “I need you to promise me you won’t cry for eternity when I’m gone. Try to enjoy your time here on earth. You can finally truly interact with humans without hurting them, I know you hated that your curse hurt those around you. Enjoy this freedom and live. Not as a god or a king, but as a human. Trust me, it’s not as bad as you think.”

She grabbed his hand and held it to her lips. She lightly kissed his knuckles before pulling him into a real kiss. Dio embraced her as best as he could without hurting her any more. Letting him go, Ariadne, stared into his eyes. “Hold me for the next few minutes, until I am gone. I want to feel your warmth.” They sat there still for a time with her eyes closed. Dio watched her breath as her breaths became more and more shallow. Tears could no longer be stopped as he waited for the love of his immortal life to die. His vision now clouded Dio couldn’t say if he sat there for seconds or hours, but when he could finally see again her breathing had stopped.

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The entire world seemed to rock as Dio rocketed awake, jumping up from where he had been sleeping. As the world continued to spin he put a hand on a nearby wall to stabilize himself with. Eventually, the spinning stopped for long enough for him to realize the wall he was leaning on was brick, which happened to not be what his walls were made of in his apartment. Taking a look around himself Dio could make the simple observation that he was in some kind of back alley. As he turned to take in his surroundings a sharp pain pulled his attention towards his abdomen where he could see his shirt was covered in blood. Confused Dio used his free hand to search the pain he was feeling. It was there that he could feel an incision just below his ribcage on his left side. It was then that he saw a small glint of steel towards the exit of the alley. As he got closer he saw it was a small pocket knife covered in blood. Seeing it caused Dio to somewhat remember what had happened before his unplanned nap. A young adult had approached a drunk Dio and attempted to rob him. When the young god had proved uncooperative the youth had tried to scare him off with a knife. This conflict escalated until the thief had stabbed Dio. To the would-be murderer’s surprise, his victim had taken being shanked better than most. Dio took it so well in fact he pulled the knife out and stabbed it into his attacker’s shoulder. It was then that the thief decided Dio’s wallet wasn’t worth the trouble leaving Dio to pass out from either alcohol consumption or bleeding.

Leaving the back alley Dionysus began to make his way towards the general direction he was sure he lived. He checked his phone and noticed it had been several days since he had wandered away from the conclave to get drunk somewhere. Thinking to himself as he walked he came across a genius idea. He stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and clapped his hands together. Dio had finally solved how to be rid of the colossus and return to his wife. “I just have to die, that’s it!” The problem was he wasn’t sure if death by leaving the colossus was the same as a normal death. It was better to be safe and find another way to die. “Now I just need to find someone who can kill me.”

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

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Dionysus

_{Seattle Univerity, Seattle}

God of Puncuality

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Dionysus knew he should have skipped his morning class in favor of arriving on time to the conclave. When he left Casa de Acropolis at dawn while everyone else had been passed out drunk he was sure he would make it on time. All he had to do was leave class a few minutes early and cross the campus. No big deal, right? Of course, today just happened to be an exam day that he hadn’t prepared for. After struggling up till the last question, the young god had no time to spare as he walked across campus. He could have run, but of course, he couldn’t show up even more disheveled than he currently was. Half the gods that attend the Conclave believe they are at Paris fashion week sometimes. As he rounded a corner he saw a large and somewhat familiar man walk inside with his dog and felt a sense of relief.

“Okay, I can’t be too late if others are barely beating me here.”

With a weak smile, Dio jogged the last few steps and caught the door handle before it shut fully. He pulled it open about halfway before he froze at the sight inside. Ares had a gun drawn on one of the Yoruban gods that Dio was sure he had met a few times before. Near the center of the room, Hera was accusing Zeus of murdering her child, and the large man Dio had followed was asking about evidence. It took Dio only a few seconds to figure out what was happening and he let the door shut with a thud. Stepping to the side of the entrance he let himself slump onto the wall and slide onto the ground. Dio pulled his schoolbag in front of him and began to search through it halfheartedly. Eventually, he found what he was looking for and pulled a small flask from inside the bag.

For a minute Dio sat there looking off into the distance with a blank stare as he thought. He thought of the happy times he had shared with Hephaestus, as well as the few rough ones. Silently tears began to stream down his face and he could feel a familiar sensation in the back of his head. At first, a dull throbbing began to form before it evolved into something worse. Words began forming in hushed whispers that soon began to rise in volume. Before the voices could get any louder Dio opened up the flask and took a deep drink out of it. After the third or so swig the voices began to quiet down and once again turned into hushed whispers. Closing the flask Dionysus pulled his legs up into his chest and let his head hang. While he sat there if he listened closely he could still hear what those inside were saying. Out here he wouldn’t have to deal with the noise of the other gods and could mourn his cousin the only way he knew how.