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𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 ⌜ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ⌟

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Dionysus, The God of Theater

God of Intoxication
_{Διονύσιος
Διονύσιος}

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	Johnny Depp | #7A3DBF ████████████████████████ 𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊   𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 ⌜ 𝐄 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 ⌟ Son of Semele Prince of Olympus Tyrant of Naxos ⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ⌟ Wine & Festivities ⌜ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Greek Δ

𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 Δ 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒
_{^{wine and women and wonderful vices, welcome to the cult of dionysus}}

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 Intoxicating Presence
Intoxicating Presence

^{Dionysus is first and foremost the god of intoxication, and he has no control over that. There is a constant aura surrounding Dio that lowers the inhibitions of those around him. He has no control over this power and often forgets that it even exists. This power starts off very small, such as making them listen to harmless suggestions more likely. The longer one is close to Dionysus, the more pronounced the effects become.}

𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 Δ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅
_{^{you can do what you want too much is never enough}}

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𝐋 𝐈 𝐅 𝐄 ♤ 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘
_{^{we got no time for pain when it's just you and me in ecstacy}}

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Descension {A God RP}

Yes, all the yes.

Kingmakers: The Throne Alone (A Medieval Fantasy Succession Crisis)

I am interested in making the Archduke of the Wildlands if that is ok with you.

Kingmakers: The Throne Alone (A Medieval Fantasy Succession Crisis)

Hey this looks really interesting, I'm going to start thinking of character ideas.

The Vanishing Kingdom

The brisk cold air was the first thing Akarui noticed as he woke early in the morning in his room in the reaper fort. Moving throughout the dark apartment Akarui lit various lanterns that would give him light this early in the morning. Akarui moved to the center of his living room and cleared a space for his morning ritual. Deeply breathing the Reaper sat on the hard floor and cleared his mind. He listened to the various noises that could be heard and isolated them. He focused on guards passing by and keyed into small noises that echoed through the fortress. Somewhere in the training grounds, a rookie was trying to get practice in before sunrise to impress their mentor, while in another sector of the compound a group of friends loudly joke over breakfast. After an unmeasured amount of time Akarui slowly moved into another position and held it for a time before switching once again. The final position he held was a plank where his feet were not touching the ground. He held this until he could feel a slight burn in his core and slowly tucked his legs in once again sat down on the ground.

With his routine over Akarui began heating some tea and went to take a bath. He took his time until he could hear the shrill whistle of the pot warning him of his finished drink that he had left. Nursing the tea Akarui combed out his hair then pondered what to do with it for a moment. Eventually, he decided to let a majority of it hang down while braiding a few small parts so that he could tie some jewelry into his hair. Getting dressed Akarui chose simple a simple black shirt along with matching pants. They were simple loungewear that would keep him comfortable as he planned on relaxing and working on his art today.

Akarui pulled out his supplies and a partly finished piece that had seemingly been set to the side behind a few other portraits. It was of a beautiful Sylve woman with white hair, well at least it would have been if the face had been completed. In the center of the portrait, there was simply a hole where the features were yet to be painted. Akarui glanced at the face for a moment with displeasure before turning towards the edges. He began focusing on small specific features, features that would only be noticed by the one that put them there. For a while, Akarui avoided the obvious glaring problem with his art piece, until he couldn’t avoid it any longer. Slowly he raised a brush towards the face and held it there until he set the brush down before making a mark.

This was the portrait of Suzune he had been working on, and he had been stuck on it for a while now. It wasn’t that he couldn't remember her face, but he didn’t know what expression to give her. He didn’t want to paint her sad, but he also wasn’t comfortable painting her happy. The painting featured her sitting in their childhood home, and if she had left obviously Suzune had not been happy there. Unsure of what to do Akarui pondered staring at the portrait for a long time until he was awoken from his focus by a light knocking.

Quickly the Reaper moved his supplies to the side and covered the piece with a sheet of linen. While heading towards the door Akarui couldn’t help but notice his sword, Dākuejji, leaning on the door frame. Akarui reached forward and slid open his door to find his “student” Tsukihana waiting for him with her arms crossed. Looking at her for just a moment Akarui could guess the reason for her visit by the fact she was wearing her gear. Akarui leaving his door open stepped back inside to slide on a pair of sandals and made his way out the door. Once he closed the door Akarui turned towards his companion and nodded a greeting to her before making his way down the hallway.

“I assume he expects us to report before him immediately for our briefing?”

The Vanishing Kingdom

The Red Messenger

Name: Akarui Yasumura

Age: 43

Race: Sylve

Appearance:
Akarui is astonishingly beautiful with many feminine facial features that give the illusion of defenselessness. He has a lean, muscled frame that contains surprising strength and stands slightly taller than most other Sylve. Dark brown eyes stare unflinchingly back at any challenger, and can often make most warriors hesitate. Akarui’s most recognizable feature is his striking dyed hair that hangs down to his waist. He styles it often into braids or adorns it with jewelry for official occasions in order to make it stand out even more. Golden jewels are a favorite of Akarui and he often wears a few around his wrist or on his ears. When on a mission Akarui prefers to travel light wearing no armor and only dark clothing. He has a favored black cloak that covers his body down to his ankles as well as provides minor magical resistances. In order to not make noise Akarui wears soft leather boots that make no unnecessary sounds.

Personality: Akarui is no longer the joyful kid his sister had known him as, but he also wasn’t the empty shell that rose through the ranks of the Reapers to serve at his brother’s side. The Red Messenger no longer finds joy in the death he brings, but also doesn’t hesitate to eliminate a target. It is simply his job, and as such he tries to stay away from death when he is not on a mission. Once again Akarui has filled his life with music and art, and he enjoys sharing these gifts with others. The only problem is at this point most commoners and nobles see him as being on par with the reaper himself. Thus Akarui is forced to stay within the ranks of the reapers for company. This has caused the Red Messenger to preemptively distance himself from others even though he would likely enjoy their company. His two closest companions are Seiryu and Tsukihana, meaning they are the only two who see Akarui at his most vulnerable. They often get the “privilege” of hearing his original music and often receive gifts from the aspiring artist. They get to experience the person closest to what Akarui was like before Suzune left the Scar.

Bio: Akarui never knew his parents as they died before his first birthday, but he never felt like he was missing something growing up. His older brother Seiryu acted as the de facto father figure of the now orphaned trio. Seiryu was nearly as strict with his younger brother as he was with the Reapers he commanded. Even though this strictness made a young Akarui feel confined by Seiryu sometimes, he always understood the intention behind it. Of course, anytime Seiryu was too mean to him he had a shelter to fall back to… Suzune. His sister was only a few years older than Akarui, but she was basically a mother for her baby brother. She was the counterforce to Seiryu’s overbearing demeanor that Akarui relied on to lessen the impact of a vicious scolding. Akarui spent his childhood following his older siblings around being the best pest he could be.

As he entered his teenage years he began to clash with Seiryu more and more. They would constantly fight even about the tiniest things that neither of them truly cared about. The core of this argument was that Akarui didn’t want to follow their family tradition and join the Reapers. The strictness of his childhood had pushed the boy away from military service, and Seiryu wasn’t having any of it. Akarui had already shown a natural aptitude for wind magic and the Reaper in Seiryu couldn’t let an asset like this waste their talent somewhere else. At one point Akarui even threatened to leave the Scar and that was just too much for his older brother to handle. When Suzune returned that night she found their home to be a mess with the two brothers screaming in the middle of the entrance. Seiryu was blocking the front door while Akarui was busy throwing the family’s collection of shoes at the now stationary target. Suzune broke up the fight and sat the brothers down to have a “group therapy” session. Akarui let out all the frustration he had been feeling and while Seiryu had not been nearly as forthcoming he got some important points out. Suzune was the one who came up with the compromise that was settled on. Akarui got to do what he wanted until he was twenty, but he could not leave the Scar. At twenty if Akarui had managed to make a living he was happy with he would get his wish, but if he was lost and struggling he would have to join Seiryu for a time. Even if Seiryu was not happy with this compromise Akarui was overjoyed. He spent the next few years jumping from hobby to hobby, from musician to artist to fisherman. He loved the freedom he had and made the most out of this time he had. On his nineteenth birthday, he played a song for all his friends and gifted Suzune with a portrait of herself that he had made. He knew she was going on an important mission soon and wanted to give her a gift so she wouldn’t forget her “favorite” brother. For the first week, she was gone he spent his time planning a small concert for her return, and he spent the second week secretly worrying about her. By the third week she was gone Akarui was constantly hounding Seiryu for information. It was sometime during the fourth week gone that a battered reaper squad returned from the surface bearing a message for their commander. That night Akarui learned of his sister’s decision, and he felt like he had been stabbed in the back. It wasn’t that she had left the Scar or the Reapers, it was the fact she left him. He had no final words he could think of because he thought he would have plenty more words to hear from his sister. Instead, all he had was the official resignation she wrote to Seiryu. A few nights later Akarui was planning to leave the Scar and find Suzune. While he was finishing his packing he could hear his door open and knew he had been discovered. After a tense stand-off between the two brothers, Akarui broke down and cried in front of Seiryu. He cried that he missed, hated, and loved Suzune all at once. That he needed to ask her why she left them, but never wanted to see her again. He couldn’t help but feel she was running away from him as much as she was running from the Scar. It was everything he was feeling, and Seiryu stood there and listened. Fortunately, that was all Akarui needed as he poured his heart out to the man Akarui considered to be his father. At some point later that night silence filled their home as a shattered Akarui finally couldn’t cry anymore.

Akarui spent the remainder of the year a shell of himself, merely doing the bare minimum to survive. He stopped playing music and didn’t even glance at his paintbrush. On his twentieth birthday, Akarui went with Seiryu to the reaper headquarters to begin his training. Once his training began one thing became apparent, Seiryu had been right about his brother’s potential. Using wind magic to manipulate his movement was almost second nature to Akarui, and the fighting style he used utilized this to the extreme. Opting to focus nearly everything on attack Akarui used quick and wild blows to try and quickly finish his opponents. He relied on his magically enhanced agility to dodge any blows if his enemies somehow survived his lightning-quick first strikes. Seiryu quickly saw a good use for his younger brother in their organization and began sending him out on his early missions.

The young Reaper was tasked with hunting down rebellious elements in the Scar that threatened the reign of the Shogun. Akarui’s effectiveness and brutality were apparent and many stories began to spread of a reaper massacring anyone who spoke out against the Shogun or the state. For years Akarui stomped plots and foiled assassinations with severe brutality, and he enjoyed his job. He enjoyed the praise he got from his brother and he enjoyed the sense of accomplishment he achieved from completing a kill order. Even though he was incredibly successful, Seiryu had never given him a mission that lead him outside the Scar. Akarui hunted in the depths of the scar for many years before being recalled for a new task.

With nearly every noble house having access to a group of elite assassins, it was important to navigate politics carefully. For this, the Shogun used certain Reapers to be his “messengers” to the nobility. These messages could range from a marriage proposal to execution orders, and these Reapers were tasked with delivering and executing these orders. Discretion was of the highest order and being caught meant severe repercussions for both the Reaper and their family. Akarui was nominated for the role of a messenger by Seiryu, and these jobs would be an extreme challenge. These challenges would force Akarui to mature and finally take control of his emotions. For the first time, Akarui nearly died and decided he could no longer hold what Suzune did against her. She found something out there that called to her, and Akrui regretted not having done the same. The second time he nearly died Akarui decided he wanted to go outside the Scar before he died. He needed true freedom before he spent eternity buried in his homeland. The third time he had a brush with death Akarui wished he could experience life outside of the Reapers. He wanted to pick up his instruments and paintbrush and forget his worries. The fourth time Akarui dodged his doom he realized he was getting really tired of almost dying, and he could probably be doing his job a bit better.

Nine years later Akarui is the longest-serving messenger in Reaper history and has become a myth amongst the inhabitants of the Scar. A red messenger that can appear anywhere at any time. The sight of the messenger is the sight of death itself to any enemy of the Shogun, and nobles no longer feel safe in their homes. The job that truly sparked these myths was an execution of a plotting noble. When the servant arrived to wake up their master, all they could find was a handwritten will on his bedside table. There was no sign of a struggle or a body, and no one had seen a thing. All that was found was a single long red hair laying on the floor.

In his personal life, Akarui has once again taken up the old hobbies that once filled him with joy. While he is rusty he still remembers the basics and even has begun a new portrait piece. It is a painting of Suzune, but all he has as a reference are 25-year-old memories. Akarui also has recently had an audience assigned to him for his songs, even though she keeps telling him his job is to teach her things while they are on missions. Akarui had spent the last two and half decades letting himself live in darkness and it had consumed him for a time. Now all he wants to do was find happiness again and enjoy life as he once had. Life as a messenger amongst the Reapers is too short to waste, and Akarui doesn’t want to waste any more of his.

Equipment:
Dākuejji: An incredibly thin single-edge sword that Akarui uses as his primary tool for assassinations. The black blade has some sort of magic forged into it in order to prevent breaking on impact. There is nearly no weight since the blade is so thin, so Akarui can use it incredibly fast as well as accurately. While his strikes won’t bear much force behind them, little force is needed to slice a throat.

Kaiteki: A long black cloak that has minor magical resistance woven into it. After finding the cloak in a hideout of a dissident group Akarui took the cloak as his own. There are no noticeable markings on the cloak and it doesn’t even seem to be made of fine materials.

Reaper Scythe: While the scythe is an afterthought for Akarui there are times he finds a decent use for it. A favorite tactic of his is to summon the weapon while in the middle of a strike with his sword. This allows him to make a surprise attack in the hope to finish off his opponent in an instant.

Abilities:
Wind Gift: Akarui is a natural at using his gift to manipulate and enhance his movements in a fight. To opponents, it can even feel like gravity doesn’t apply the same rules to the Reaper as it applies to everyone else.

Master Swordsman/Assassin: While these may seem different skills in other hands, they are one and the same for Akarui. Every fight is a race to deal a fatal blow in the quickest way possible, and every other factor is secondary. A master of striking vital points with blinding speed Akarui hopes to finish most fights before his target has had a chance to draw their weapon. Blocking is a waste of a possible killing strike, so Akarui relies on his wind magic and blinding speed to dodge any strikes that hinder his attack. Stealth is also a tool that Akarui uses for he does not care about honor, only completing the job alive.

The Vanishing Kingdom

Yo, this looks awesome, so even though you guys are full I just wanna say if there is ever room you already have one person eager to join. Good luck and have fun with the RP.

Star Wars: Shattered Galaxy

Looks cool, mark me as interested. For now I'm thinking a force user who is trying to figure out what is wrong with the force. To do this he is wandering the galaxy looking for holocrons or ruins that could explain it what is going on. These artifacts are also the only teachers he has to master his blossoming powers.

Descension {A Modern God RP}

Dionysus || God of Intoxication

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𝙄𝘿𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙄𝙏𝙔 & 𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙊𝙉𝘼

Johnny Depp | #7A3DBF

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GOD OF INTOXICATION

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𝙈𝙔𝙏𝙃𝙊𝙇𝙊𝙂𝙔 & 𝘽𝙄𝙊𝙂𝙍𝘼𝙋𝙃𝙔

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▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ 𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬 𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬 Dionysus is excess given godly form and unleashed upon the mortal realm to wreak havoc. When possessed by Dionysus you cannot simply drink, you must drink until reality itself bends to your visions. Eating until you are full was never an option. You must devour all before you, whether it be living or dead, human or animal. It is not enough to simply enjoy the company of someone close to you, you must partake in every delight imaginable. And finally, those possessed by the eater of man, the mad god, can never wield enough power. It is your right to claim all lands in your path, enslave all peoples who kneel, and strike down any who would challenge your right to rule. For it is not the place of a starving mouth to question the food before it, a parched throat to deny relief, and a decrepit monarch to refuse tribute. Just like these simple facts of life, it is not the place of Dionysus to deny his own true nature. Dionysus was born more god than man, but he was man nonetheless. A very weak and killable man that had already had a brush with the fields of the dead. Due to the plotting of jealous Hera, Dionysus’ mother fell victim to a sudden case of vaporization by thunder god. These incidents followed Dio for most of his childhood, each one getting closer than the last at ending his short life. At the age of ten, Hera had finally succeeded using the classic, “release my mortal enemies from prison and bribe them to kill a harmless child” maneuver she had perfected not long ago against the son of Hades. The small boy was eaten alive by the vicious titans and his bones were used as a nice healthy broth. Upon discovering this Zeus in his rage bombarded the area with lightning, killing the assassins. Believing himself to be too late the king of the gods silently wept for his fallen son. In the moment of Hera’s triumph, Athena found the somehow untouched heart of the dead demi-god. In a moment of shock, the goddess of wisdom realized that the boy’s soul still lingered nearby. Using a body sculpted from clay Athena managed to bring Dionysus back in this new form. Upon waking, all the child could do was scream, for he could still feel the ripping of his flesh by titans’ hands. All his eyes could see was the leering faces of his murderers. All he could hear was the laughter of monsters. The titan Rheia eventually realized what was happening and fashioned a pendant that would chain the visions. Thus the now uneaten Dionysus had to continue living his life and pretend he didn’t know what it felt like to be eaten. Dionysus lived a peaceful life for a good time until Hera decided she wasn’t happy with just mostly killing him. Snatching away his pendant the voices once again engulfed the son of Zeus, and all he could do was run. Over valleys and through mountains, across rivers and through nations he continued. Dio knew not how long had passed, only that he was still being pursued. Finally, at the end of the world looking over an endless expanse of water, he was trapped. With nowhere to run Dionysus decided it was better to die than be devoured again, and thus he dove. Sinking lower and lower Dionysus merely waited for his end to come, but it was taking an annoyingly long amount of time. So long in fact Dionysus had time to think and think he did. Dionysus has never revealed to anyone what revelation he came upon that day, but he emerged a changed being. The demons in his waking nightmare were not here to harm him, they were here to guide him. All Dionysus had to do was listen. Dionysus listened when they guided him back to Greece, he listened when they told him to gather an army. Cities burned, nations crumbled, and people died in untold numbers because Dionysus listened. Dionysus listened to the one word repeated over and over in his head, “MORE”. Never was it enough. It was not enough when he inflicted the city of Argos with insanity, causing the women of the city to slaughter their children. It was not enough when Dionysus made all Athenians who refused to acknowledge his godhood impotent until they paid respect. It was not enough when he massacred ships full of pirates for merely suggesting that they would touch him. Stranded on a desert island all he could hear was the word more. “MORE MORE MORE MORE mOre MorE more m…..” And then it stopped. All of it. The voices, the visions, the pain. All Dionysus could hear was the crashing of waves and the distant crying of a human. It was here where Dionysus met Ariadne, and he would never be without her for the rest of his days.

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THE INNER SELF

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𝙑𝙄𝙍𝙏𝙐𝙀𝙎 & 𝙑𝙄𝘾𝙀𝙎

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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx	xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx 𝗩𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗨𝗘𝗦 x x x 𝗩𝗜𝗖𝗘𝗦 x x x 𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 & 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦	xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Loyal Clever Outgoing Unstable Concieted Prideful x Dionysus’ one wish is to be reunited with his wife, but he is afraid that might never be possible. Would her soul still be in the underworld with no warden to govern it? Would she even want to return to Olympus with him after he abandoned her? Would he relapse into madness before he could find her? Dionysus is so terrified of these questions that he has resigned himself to wasting his days away on earth.

Hunter X Hunter: Heavens Children

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