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seems like a cool idea

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

THis seems rather interesting. I would say I'm interested in Playing something like a Viking or barbarian type people from the north.

Vampire, Werewolves, Witches Roleplay

are you guys still looking for people to join? Cause this does seem rather interesting.

Mainstream Heroes [2 to 5 players wanted]

This still moving along?

Mainstream Heroes [2 to 5 players wanted]

This could be interesting.

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

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Hades And Dio

_{The Ball, SEATTLE}

GOD OF The Dead,

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No matter how many times throughout history he had been forced to wear a suit, Dio could never be comfortable in one. It could be how stuffy and formal it made him feel, or could be deep-seated issues with his identity compared to his father. Both perfectly reasonable reasons, or so thought the god of wine. Fiddling with his collar he sat in the passenger seat of a car that probably cost more than a year's worth of rent for his apartment. The city was mostly a blur to Dio as the vehicle sped downtown towards the charity event. The invite had been very surprising to DIo, but he had soon realized how amazing of an opportunity it was. For starters, it would hopefully let him meet up with some friends of his he had not seen in centuries. Dionysus would also be able to talk to Artemis about her investigation and ask if he could help. Finally, it was going to be so much fun. So many people who hated each other were going to be in an enclosed space with copious amounts of liquor. There probably hadn’t been an event like this since the parties with the French monarchy. Dio could only imagine the chaos that was going to happen.

“This is just funny isn’t it? The Romans hide for years then suddenly reappear and invite everyone to a party. Almost like they got lonely plotting the demise of everyone and missed us.”

Hades continued to look forward as the city passed by him at a fast pace as he pondered his son's statement. “It is indeed.” Hades said in his usual even calculating tone. “I find it odd that they would openly invite everyone like this considering.” Hades stopped for a moment to let it hang in the air. He didn't need to bring up his Nephew, it was clear what he meant. “I am more concerned about my brothers being there and the usual drama that follows our family.” Hades thought for a moment more on the idea of his brothers all being present in a confined area for an entire evening, with Alcohol. They weren't even in the same room for long and the conclave had gone to shit in a heartbeat he couldn't begin to think what an entire evening would bring. “Just watch yourself when we get there. I don't trust the imposters, the rest of our family, and most other gods to not make some scenes tonight.” Hades knew his son could handle himself and definitely didn't need him as a protector anymore, but this whole issue still made him feel uneasy.

“I plan to enjoy the spectacle rather than, be it. I’ll watch myself while I’m there.” Dio knew that his father didn’t like or trust the Romans, or really any of the other gods for that matter. While they were at the ball he would have to make sure to watch his tongue. Couldn’t let any of his father’s enemies know Hades’ plans. “I have a few people to talk to once I’m there, so I probably won’t see you until the end of it. Or maybe a few days from now depends on how drunk I get.”

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There was an easy silence in the car, not uncomfortable but rather nice, an easy calm before the storm that would inevitably hit the ball itself. That brief bit of silence was a nice feeling for Hades who had been so busy since the conclave it felt like the old days when his family once wagged war. That small time of peace, however, was quickly shattered as the car pulled into its place in front of the venue drawing the attention of plenty of photographers. “Well, it was nice while it lasted.” He said as he straightened his bow tie in the mirror. As he exited the car he put on a small smile just enough to please the swarm of mortals clambering for a photo of the wealthy man and his guest. “Always hated this part.” He said under his breath as he began to ascend the steps towards the ball itself doing his best to ignore the mortals and their rather loud and obnoxious questions.

Dio couldn’t help but grin as the cameras began to flash all around them. While he managed to slip through most of the crowd unnoticed, his father was not nearly as stealthy. Being a film student at the local college thankfully let him be inconspicuous amongst the mortals. Dio caught his father's eye from across the crowd of people and gave him a quick wave before entering the venue. Dio took a moment to scan the gleaming room that spread in front of him.

Dionysus immediately noticed many of the gods that had spread throughout the room before his arrival. Across the room, a few of the Romans had begun to gather around their “king”, though some still remained scattered amongst other guests. He hadn’t seen many of those faces for centuries, well at least not in person. His father could be described in many many words, but careless would never be one of them. Paranoid? Sure, but never careless. Ever since the fall, Hades has been preparing for war, and information is as valuable as Ambrosia.

Other than the Romans a few other pantheons had decent representation, though none of them were as organized. Of course, his Greek family had scattered like leaves in the wind, off to mingle and get wasted. While locating his Greek brethren he noticed a poor fool who happened to be getting wasted at the bar. After a second Dio recognized that poor fool as being his Uncle Poseidon. Dio was happy the sea god had resurfaced, no matter how unfortunate the timing was. He always preferred Poseidon over Zeus back in the day, especially since Posiedon wasn’t married to someone who had tried to kill Dio.

“I should go say something before the party is over. Doubt there will be much time for a calm discussion after this thing.”

As he passed the threshold, Hades was immediately struck by just how blindingly bright white the room really was. As Hades let his eyes adjust slightly he gazed over the room seeing the usual suspects of an event such as these. Various companies, groups, banks, and especially politicians all mingling, trading stories, and fake compliments. So was the way of mortals he supposed, and gods to be fair, to always use an opportunity to push themselves forward. Glancing up towards the balcony of the main ballroom Hades could see two figures standing across the many attendants with a seemingly angry look on their faces, though it would be overlooked had you not been aware or perspective enough. “Ah so there sits the king,” he said to himself with a heavy amount of sarcasm as he lifted a glass from the serving tray that just passed him. Just as he began to lift the glass to his lips he paused for a moment at the sight of two figures gracing the dance floor. Almost immediately he could recognize the two people dancing carefree on the otherwise empty floor. For all his ability to never show a sign of weakness or a shred of emotion Hades felt a slight smile pull on the edges of his lips. It was almost too nice of sight to look away from until he felt a pain of shame and grief in his chest forcing his eyes to look away from the dance floor.

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

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Cu Chulainn

_Ball

Hero of Ireland

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Connor listened to the purr of the engine as he spread through the streets of Seattle towards the ball that he had so kindly been invited to. Though if he was being honest he had no idea why he got invited in the first place. He wasn't some important figure in the mortal world if he was being honest with himself, just a simple detective and an MMA coach, nothing that would really spark the interest of the "elites" But hey a party was a party, and seeing the gods at each other's throat would always be worth having to were this stupid suit. At the thought, Conor pulled slightly at his own tie trying to give his throat some space allowing himself to breathe. He had to admit that he looked good in a suit but that didn't change the fact that he was never a fan.

He did wonder what gods would be in attendance tonight. He figured the Greeks and the Romans would be there in full force up to their usual nonsense. He knew his cousin was supposed to meet him there but that was as far as he knew about his pantheon. Now that he thought about it he wondered if his new partner was supposed to be there. His mind was pulled to the greek goddess known to the mortals as Agent Steele. "Well, what a better place to make a first impression than at a ball full of ego and alcohol," he thought happily to himself as he pulled to the front of the venue.

As he stepped through the threshold of the ballroom Conor held a mischievous grin on his face as his eyes scanned the room. The room was painfully white, which was a poor choice considering the list of guests that would be attending. As his eyes continued to roam the room his eyes settled on the bar off to the corner with none other than his very own cousin already starting off any good celebration right. Slowly making his way over to the bar he made sure to sidestep the various waiters and individuals already lost in their own stories and drinks to notice the Irishmen. As he reached the bar he threw an arm around his cousin pulling into a side hug as he laughed a bit. “Aye there you are.” Letting go of the man Connor took his seat next to him getting the bartender's attention for a drink. “So what's the plan col ceathrar?” He said with a devilish grin on his face as he brought the drink to his lips for the first of what was probably going to be many a drink for the night.

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

Cu Chulainn, Hero of Ireland

Cu Chulainn , Hero of Ireland
Cu Chulainn , Hero of Ireland

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx HUMAN 𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗦 Conor McQuillan 𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 25 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗥 Police Officer/MMA Trainer	𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 Honorable Hardworking Protective Loyal 𝑩𝑨𝑫 Cocky Hot-Headed Blunt 𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 Cu Chulainn’s main ambition is to see the green shores of his home once more. To achieve this however he doesn't entirely care whether he is still a mortal or returned to his god status. Rather he just wishes to simply be able to watch over his people like he once did. 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 Given his previous life as a mortal Cu Chulainn mostly fears breaking his gessa’s once again. While such things may not affect him anymore he is not in the mood to test such a theory. Moreover, as a warrior, Cu Chulainn fears being forgotten with his fame and reputation being thrown to the wayside. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx	xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx DEITY 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗬 Cu Chulainn 𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 god of Heros and Battle 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗢𝗡 Celtic

𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬

Cu Chulainn or Sentante as he was once called was an impressive individual and famous for his many feats even in his youth. The most notable of these early achievements was the slaying of the beast of Chulainn. Having arrived late to dinner of which he had been invited to, hosted by the esteemed smith of king Conchobar, Sentante was attacked by the massive guard dog. Mistaking the hound for a wild Beast Sentante wrestled the great creature to the ground killing it in the process. Feeling sorry for the death of the smith's guard dog Sentante swore servitude to both the smith and king until a replacement could be found earning him the name Cu Chulainn, The Hound of Chulainn.

As a gift for Chulainn's bravery and service, the smith offered Cu Chulainn his choice of any weapon in the kingdom that could withstand his great power. After great searching and testing only one weapon proved up to the task of being wielded by Cu Chualinn. A beautiful spear crafted long before his or the king's time known as Gáe Bulg. hastily Cu Chulainn grabbed the weapon and left insearch of glory and battle before he could hear of the curse bestowed onto the weapon, That any Man or Woman capable of wielding the weapon would live on in glory but would suffer an early grave.

While his fame and reputation grew and spread far and wide nothing was close to his final days as a mortal on earth. While traveling to the border of Ulster CuChulainn was created by three beautiful women who had offered to shelter and feed him for the night before he continued his journey. Under obligation to accept Cu Chulainn joined them for dinner before continuing on his travels. It was here that Cu Chulainn could see his fate before him. Standing in the river he was meant to cross was a beautiful woman washing something in the river. Upon closer inspection, Cu Chulainn realized the clothing in question looked exactly like his armor. Knowing this was punishment for breaking his sacred Gessa, Cu Chulainn accepted his imbedding doom and charged headfirst into battle.

Just as the omen had foretold, Cu Chulainn was mortally wounded the next day in combat against the invaders of his country. Still possessing the strength of a thousand men nonetheless, Cu Chulainn held off the army forcing them to retreat before clasping against a stone looking over his beloved country. As his final command, Cu Chulainn ordered his men to tie him standing up to the stone so that he may die on his feet a warrior should and so that he may look over his land even in death. As he took his final breaths nether side of the battle, daring to move for fear that the great Cu Chulainn may still draw breath, it wasn't until a single crow rested on his shoulder that it was clear of his passing.

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬

Life after the colossus was an interesting one for Cu Chulainn. Unlike most other gods Cu Chulainn himself had once lived as a mortal and so took it slightly better than most. However, this small advantage did not stop him from being consumed by a blinding rage at his current situation. He had little anger for the fact of once again being a mortal but what he did feel anger for was the fact he was no longer able to watch over his beloved land or fill the hearts of warriors with the courage needed for battle.

For many years Cu Chulainn was unsure of what to do with his time on the earth. For the most part, he simply wondered as far as he could before the colossus began to drain his strength away, hoping to find answers. Unfortunately unlike most of the gods, Cu Chulainn found nothing but more unanswerable questions.

As time furthered however Cu Chulainn grew to accept the fact that he was trapped for the time being and focused on doing what he could for those around him. Turning to the one thing Cu Chulainn had always known, He found his home in fighting. Lucky for him the one thing humans were good at no matter the region or people, it was fighting. Dedicating himself to whatever was that form of combat, Cu Chulainn made an effort to perfect every style he came across meeting many great fighters he would have easily called his friends and mentors.

Outside of that, however, Cu Chulainn did find one more aspect that filled his life with purpose. Since his first time in the grand country of America, Cu Chulainn had found a love of law enforcement like many of his Irish brothers. Cu Chulainn found joy in being able to defend people even if it wasn't those from his own land.

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

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Hades

_{Unknown Location, SEATTLE}

GOD OF The Dead

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The sound grunts and pain bounced off the walls of the old cellar never being able to escape to the outside. A man bruised and bloodied from all angles sat by himself tied to an old wood chair doing his best to regain his composure during this brief moment in between beatings. As the man let out labored breaths another much younger man squatted down in front of his face gripping tight to a baseball bat. “Just admit to it Bobby and all this can end.” not receiving an answer the younger man stood from his squatted position and began pacing around the room resting the bat on his shoulder as he continued to speak. “You know from what I hear the boss ain't happy in the slightest to hear about this. But I mean who could blame him.” As he finished the statement the bat suddenly left its resting place but quickly found a new one against the Bobbys arms currently stuck behind the chair. “We can do this all fucking night,” he said trying his best to be louder than the man's screams of pain. “We got nowhere else to be and ain't no one coming to save you.”

As he finished this exclamation the metal door slowly slid open revealing a rather well dressed old man who looked as though they didn't belong in such a place. As soon as the man stepped foot into the old cellar everything seemed to stop. “Mr. Giovanni. What are you doing here?” someone finally spoke up not sure as to why such a high ranking member would show his face at a time like this, especially considering they hadn’t broken the old bastard yet.

“Clean him up for me will you,” Giovanni said continuing to look upon the poor man who had no idea what he had brought onto himself. His words were direct, never letting a chance for a question not that anyone would dare question the man anyway. After all to disobey an underboss like Giovanni was a death sentence. “And once you're done with that please step outside. He would like to see our guest personally.” the way Giovanni emphasized He, there was no doubt in anyone's mind who that meant.

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As Hades stepped into the door he was greeted by only two people. Giovanni who was currently leaning on a few crates before he stood up as a form of respect. And Bobby who was currently less bloody having been washed but still nowhere near presentable for the public. Giving Giovanni a nod, Hades stepped closer but waited to talk until the door behind him was closed once again. “I'm very disappointed in you Mr. young.” Hades finally spoke as he began to pace around the room. “May I ask why you found it fit to try and betray your brothers?”

“I.. I.. I don't know what you're talking about.”

“Come now Mr. Young please don't take me for an idiot.” by this point Hades had made it halfway around the man and was now out of sight continuing to look at the poor bastard who was practically shivering with fear. “If I didn't already know about what you did, the fear itself would be a dead give away. All I want to know is. Why? That's it.” as Hades finished his statement he rested a hand on the man's shoulder feeling him tense up out of fear. “Did I not pay enough, is that it? Greed to fill your own pockets while you sent your only family to their doom.”

“Look I didn't know”

After hearing the blatant lie Hades let go of the man's shoulder as he made his way around to the front so he could look at the man. Once he had made his way around and taken a seat in a chair just in front of Mr. Young Hades let his gaze settle. “Would you care to repeat that?” he asked in a dark tone. “And before you speak I highly suggest you not lie to me again.”

“Look I.. I.. I didn't know what else to do ok. They said they had dirt and this was my only way out.” The man said as he hung his head in defeat seemingly finally been broken. “Please, I'm sorry. I never wanted to hurt the family.”

“See was that so hard? Admitting to your own sins makes things so much easier doesn't it?” as Hades said this he began to walk around the back of the man's chair. Pulling out a knife Hades cut the rope that was currently holding Young's arms on the back of the chair. As the man stood up from the chair he had just spent the night getting beaten, Hades reached into his suit jacket pulling out a single photograph tossing it to the ground clearly visible to both of them. Once young looked at the picture his body immensely stiffened once again at the realization of what it meant. The picture showed him meeting with an agent he had agreed to work with and receiving some form of payment. Before he was even able to fully turn around Hades already had him pinned to the wall and had begun to slowly lift him by the collar.

“You're going to pay for your sins, Mr. Young.” Hades' voice became much darker much like the room whose lights had begun to dim. Already confused by what was Happening Young looked into the face of pure fear as Hades' eyes glowed a deep red only able to let out a scream of pain.

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As He stepped out of the cellar and into the crisp night air Hades took in a deep breath. Adjusting his suit slightly he made his way to the car awaiting him. Entering the rather nice vehicle Hades was greeted with Giovanni seated across from him. “I assume it went well.”

“Of course. But always sad when you get betrayed by one of your own.” Hades paused for a second before reaching for the photo once again and handing it to Giovanni. “Dump the body but make sure this is on it. I want to send a message to them that this will not be tolerated. And tell Alexander to meet me as soon as possible.”

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

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Hades

_{Seattle University, SEATTLE}

GOD OF The Dead

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Hades sat quietly seemingly unfazed by the news of his nephew's death. He showed no signs of remorse or even sadness, simply an indifferent stare as cold as death. Truth be told however Hades did feel something for the death of one of his fellow greeks. He felt a mix of sadness and anger but never showed it. If the Morrigan didn't know the cause of death then that meant the Colossus wasn't responsible and more than likely his blood one was on that of another god's hands. Of course, he had his suspicions of who was to blame but this was neither the time nor the place for that conversation, especially with tensions running as high as they were. The acts of Ares and Hera only served to prove his point. The latter of which irritated him the most of the two. “Some nerve to act as though you care about a child you abandoned.” he thought to himself as he glanced in the direction of the screaming banshee herself. Unlike some gods present room, Hades could see through the lie that was Hera. She had never carried about Hephestus when they were gods and strongly doubted that changed when they lost that. Additionally, not that he thought she was responsible this time, Hades found it ironic that of all people to be the accuser of murdering another god it would be Hera. The very women that threw Hephestus off Olympus simply based on looks, attempted multiple times to kill Hercules to get back at his brother, and even tried and partially succeeded in murdering his son based on a fortune. This also wasn't even including the countless mortal lives Hera had ruined.

From his position looking towards Hera, as if on cue, Hades could see Dio and Comus sitting next to each other on the verge of tears from the news. Almost immediately Hades felt a pain in his chest that replaced his anger for Hera with sadness for his two precious children. He knew how close Dio and the now-deceased god were back in the old times. Surprising the god of parties made for the best peacemaker whenever Hepestus became angry. Cursing under his breath Hades Ignored everything else happening in the room for the time being, as he made his way over to the two looking down at them with as warm a face he could muster. Seeing tears either slowly falling or threatening to break loose, Hades let out a sigh as he slowly slid down next to his beloved Granddaughter. Placing his arm around the curled up form of Comus Hades did his best to comfort her. “You were always better at this than I was.” he thought to himself as he continued to look at the gods slowly being calmed down. “Shhh shhh. It's ok,” he said in whispers as to not interrupt the other squabbling gods. “I know it hurts. But don't worry I will find out who or what did this.”

Hades paused for a moment looking between the two of them. There was never a time where Hades wouldn't have done anything for his children. As far as he was concerned he would face down the entire pantheon without fear if it meant keeping them safe. But things like this were never truly his strong suit if he was being honest. At least the verbal part never was. All he could hope was that they understood that he genuinely did feel their pain and wanted to help. Holding on a little tighter to Comus' shoulder and looking towards Dio Hades held a face that was both deathly serious and full of love “And I promise I will never let this happen to either of you.”

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