smarty0114

Project Untamed

_{Location | PARTAAAAAAAY}

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Bradley Barron stood in front of his mirror and dramatically tore another shirt off of his body, throwing it into a pile of fellow rejects. He shook his head and flopped onto his bed, face down. His exasperation was muffled by his pillows, but it was just as cathartic. He’d been trying to get ready for this party for what felt like hours. Nothing he put on felt right, nothing looked good enough. He should just stay in, listen to the thumping of the music through his door, and pretend like it had been the best night of his life.

Except he’d told Wes he’d come, and therein lay his dilemma. You’re being ridiculous. Get over it. Get over it. GET OVER IT Bradley lay still for a few minutes, trapped in a labyrinth of his own creation, until he finally decided to tune out of his ongoing saga of self-loathing. He forced himself to roll over and get up. At least if he went to the party, he could get drunk, and forget all of this. He wasn’t sure alcohol actually worked that way, considering he’d never had the stuff, but hidden deep in his subconscious, a small voice assured him he was correct.

Minutes passed and finally, Bradley settled on a simple outfit, nothing too showy, but something that made him feel like he was putting in some effort. If he listened closely, he could hear the thump of music coming from downstairs, soundwaves slipping out an open window and into his room.

He took a deep breath, and headed out into the hallway, catching the elevator just as a few of his classmates were headed down. Short skirts and way more makeup than usual made it pretty obvious that they were off to the party as well, and he wondered if Erica was prepared for the whole school to show up. He smiled softly to himself at the thought of Erica’s face when she saw the common room filled with strange bodies.

The party wasn’t in full swing quite yet, but people had begun to arrive, and they were helping themselves to alcohol and the dance floor. The music was even louder down here, and coupled with the shouts of party-goers, it was damn near impossible to hear yourself drink. The weight of everyone’s presence seemed to close in around him, and Bradley beelined for the alcohol. He was able to wrap his fingers around a half-empty bottle of vodka, and after examining it for a brief second, he poured some into an empty cup, and chugged.

The vodka tasted like hand sanitizer smelled, and his body fought him as it went down his throat. Nevertheless, he kept it down, grimacing as he looked around for a familiar face. He was out of his element here, surrounded by people he barely knew. He took another shot, just to ease the weight of their stares, and a third just for safety. Each time it got easier, and Brad was beginning to wonder what all the fuss was about. He felt like he’d been drinking for years.

Wes and Griff still weren’t here, but that was beginning to seem like less and less of a problem, as alcohol warmed his body and clouded his senses. The music, egregious a moment ago, was seeping into his muscles, and he found himself tapping his foot to the rhythm while he poured himself a mixed drink. He smiled softly. What could possibly go wrong?

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

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PAN

_{SYRINX HQ → PAN’S MANSION}

casually hating mortals, casually hating gods, dancing like a weirdo, intrigued

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Pan looked down at the city of Seattle from his vantage point on the 60th floor of the Syrinx offices and shook his head. Once, this had been a forest, bountiful and overflowing with life. Now, it was a concrete abomination, granted, still overflowing with life, though it was the lowest form. Mortals, running amok, going about their days with a destructive sense of entitlement. They took and took and took, never thinking past the instant gratification of their basest desires.

“Mr. Oakley?,”

Perfect. There was one now.

“Mr… Salvius’ called and asked to reschedule your meeting for one thirty, at Altura. You didn’t have anything on your schedule, so I penciled him in.” The words belonged to Kelly Jackson, the new secretary. She was an unimpressive creature, petit and plain, another face that would wither away in the blink of an eye.

Peter Oakley spun around, a grin on his face. “Thank you, Kelly, that sounds wonderful. Are you having a good morning?” Kelly grinned, and then nodded. “That’s fucking perfect, Kelly!” Peter was effortlessly cool, comfortable in any situation. Eccentric, in a way that was entrancing. He had none of Pan’s misanthropy, and all of his confidence, a walk that said he was the most important person in any room. It was obvious from the way Kelly stood that she was unnerved by his duality, the way he could go from a tranquil river to a rushing rapid in no time at all. “Do me a favor and call downstairs, let Billy know to pull the car around.” Kelly nodded and slipped out of the office.

There was nothing particularly wrong with the girl, in fact, she was really quite sweet. They all were quite sweet, for a time. Some lasted longer than others, but at their core, humans did not create; they manipulated things, changed them, but true creation was beyond their inferior souls. They weaponized everything they’d been granted and that included their very beings. Could they be blamed though? Their role models hadn’t exactly been perfect.

Maybe that's why he’d skipped the Conclave. Of course, Peter Oakley had actual business to attend to, but that could always be moved around. Pan had made a very conscious choice to be absent today. A part of him blamed the others for their current predicament. If Zeus and Poseidon and Hera had kept their pride in check and their anger manageable, they might still be sipping nectar on Mount Olympus, and his forests might never have felt the anguish that now engulfs them.

If Pan had learned anything though, it was that blame could be passed along endlessly, never moving anything forward. Action is what drove the world forward, and years of inaction had led him to this precarious position. His meeting with Marcus Salvius was born from that desire for progress and change. If he kept going at it like a Greek, then he would be no better off than they were now.

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Pan’s home was an impressive combination of the natural and industrial worlds. Most of the concrete exterior was covered by ivy and shrubbery, towering redwoods lined the edge of the land, and loomed over the home. Fine, sanded wood accented the mansion, little insertions of life to break up the rigidness of the concrete. The god of nature basked in the cold, Seattle air for a moment, inhaling the scent of the forest that surrounded his home, before stepping through the front door.

The interior was as eclectic as it’s owner, filled with art of various styles and cultures, a variety of small trees and plants lining the halls. The outside world had flooded in, nature’s energy pulsing throughout the house. Windows sat open, and the occasional bird flew in and out, sometimes perching on the sill and chirping a tune. The home was welcoming, but orderly and clean, almost like it was ready for an open house. In truth, Pan rarely lounged around his house. He came here to sleep, and shower, to eat. He didn’t allot time for leisure anymore, but if he did, he would have spent it outside, roaming.

Pan’s bedroom was the only spot in the house that showed signs of a resident. The bed was a mess of dark sheets, and the closet was slightly ajar, granting a peek at the many outfits that hung within. The far wall was filled with photos and sketches of his fellow gods, those he’d been able to find at least. Some of the photos were clearly older, developed in the time of dark rooms, and a few of the sketches had yellowed and torn with age. His fellow Greeks were all portrayed, in some form or another, as were a few deities from their rival pantheons.

The wall of faces served little purpose, other than to keep the faces of the gods fresh in his memory. Even in the days when he’d lacked his newfound focus, he’d found it prudent to stay aware of the gods and their whereabouts. You never know when one could be used for a helping hand, after all.

Smooth as still water, Pan clapped his hands together, and music began to pour out through the walls. Alone in his room, Pan began to change out of his suit, dancing while he did so. Music was still a luxury that he treasured, and dancing would always be the purest way to experience it. His movements weren’t especially flashy, but there was an energy of freedom that he exuded, a sense that this was his truest self.

By the time the song had finished, Pan was wearing a new outfit, one he felt was more fitting for a lunchtime meeting. The suits were more for Peter Oakley’s benefit than Pan’s. They lended him an air of formality that came in handy when dealing with arrogant men. He knew enough about Mars to understand that he was not prone to undue arrogance. His reaching out was proof enough that Pan had something that he wanted, and thus he had the upper hand. The real question was, what exactly did Mars want?

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

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APOLLO

_{SEATTLE UNIVERSITY}

freaked out, kinda turned on and trying not get shot

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The Conclave devolved into chaos faster than a frat party with a severely fucked girls to guys ratio. He had a moment, the briefest of silences, to mull over what this meant. One of their own was dead, murdered if this meeting was anything to go off. The Morrigan wouldn’t call this meeting if she suspected that his fellow Olympian had committed suicide by Colossus. The realization left a pit in his stomach, a fear that had been put to rest by numerous run-ins with death, awoken once again.

Quickly, he turned his head and met Artemis’ gaze. For once, she looked as surprised as him, and the meeting of their eyes was a conversation of its own, a communion between two beings that had always been intertwined. For all her secrets and plans, Artemis was scared, and Apollo recognized the look in her.

Per usual, Hera quickly found a way to make it all about her. He was rolling his eyes at her performance when she launched into her accusations, catching him off guard. He raised his hands in a show of innocence, but before he could open his mouth to defend himself, she’d moved on to Herc, and then to Zeus. A sigh of relief rushed past his lips as Athena stepped in, always the voice of reason. He was pretty sure this couldn’t have gone any worse.

And then Ares pulled out a gun.

“Tartarus’ balls, dude!” Apollo stepped back, graceful even when caught off guard. He looked up and saw Mars, and if he hadn’t been having the most chaotic morning of the last thirty years, he might have been surprised. Between Poseidon’s return however, and Hephaestus’ death, Apollo had started to roll with the punches. Honestly, at this point, how could anything get more confusing?

The Fates saw this challenge, and laughed.

The conference room door opened, and time slowed as Eros walked in. Confusion and desire came to blows inside his head and his breath hitched, trapped inside his chest. Memories flashed before his eyes, lust filled nights and twisted sheets, and as they did, he grinned, granting his face it’s famous radiance. Hephaestus was dead, but Eros was alive and well and winking at him.

He had half a mind to bolt, dragging Eros behind him. They had a century of lost time to make up, a century to catch up on, and if that wink meant anything, Apollo hadn’t been the only one thinking about their nights together. As sweet as that sounded though, he was here now, and he couldn’t exactly run out while his family was on the verge of civil war. Sure, that was just another Tuesday, but still. Responsibilities, and all that jazz Artemis liked to drone on about. He’d waited a hundred years, and as much as it pained him, he could wait just a little more.

Pushing visions of tangled forms and passionate whispers from his thoughts, Apollo met Eros’ wink with a smirk and a slight nod, before joining him in his attempt to defuse Ares. “Ares, come on. All that gun is gonna do is put us all in an uncomfortable position. You wanna kill Shango, the alleys he sleeps in are usually empty,” Apollo said. His words possessed a certain calmness, a lullaby almost. He glanced back at Artemis, silently requesting her assistance, but she remained seated, offering him only an uncaring shrug. Typical.

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_{Mentions: @Legion02 @Icy Hot}

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

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HERA

_{SEATTLE UNIVERSITY}

righteously pissed off, spiraling fast

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“Hephaestus is dead and I don’t know who killed him.”

The Morrigan’s words were met with a stunned silence, a silence that was broken by an unearthly wail, a cry of unholy pain. Hera’s mouth gaped and she clutched her chest, gasping for air as the sentence echoed through her mind.

She heard the words, but couldn’t comprehend them. Her baby? Dead? The boy who’d risen to all her challenges, the boy who’d proved her wrong? He had survived a fall from Mount Olympus, he’d survived the Colossus, how could this be true? And what about her? What would she do? What was a mother who couldn’t protect her children?

She could feel their eyes on her, watching her every move, taunting her. One of them did this, but the others relished in her pain. Their laughs were silent but they still rang out clear in her ears, spurring her towards anger. She would not be laughed at while her son lay dead, she would not let some cowardly murderer embarrass her.

“Which one of you?! Which one of you did this?!” Hera stood up, knocking her chair back as she did. In mere seconds she had become a raging storm, thundering with an anger that only a mother knows. Her eyes landed on Apollo, and accusations began to fly. “Was it you? You and that bitch sister? Do you think I don’t remember Niobe?”

Apollo stood, silent, a mask of shock on his face. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Hercules, hiding behind the Egyptian whores. Her fury shifted targets. She pointed at him, and continued her verbal onslaught. “Or you? Did you help him? I know you’re not smart enough to do it on your own!”

Hera was certain that nothing would quench the fire that had begun to consume her. Her child was dead, a child she’d born herself. She’d failed him. She’d failed him all his life, and now, she’d failed him for a final time. These flames were the price she’d pay.

“You’re awfully quiet husband,” Hera said, spinning on her heel to look at Zeus, still stinking of Poseidon’s vomit. The poise that she’d exhibited upon her entrance had fully gone. She was unhinged, jetting from target to target, running down a long list of potential foes. Each time a prime suspect entered her thoughts, another jumped to take his place. “Maybe you put them up to it? They’ve always been your favorite sons, haven’t they? My son is dead, one of your own is dead and you’re sitting there wiping vomit off your shoes. Stand up, mighty king, and explain your cowardice to the audience,” she spat her words, disdain dripping from every syllable. Grief weaved a nonsensical web of conspiracy in her mind, contorting every face into a jeering mask. If Zeus wanted to take her up on her offer, Hera’s moment of insanity prevented him.

“Stand up and claim your crime, murderer. I promise, I’ll treat you with the mercy you showed my son.”

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

Hera, Queen of the Gods

H E R A , G O D D E S S O F M A R R I A G E
H E R A , G O D D E S S O F M A R R I A G E

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx HUMAN 𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗦 Karen Bailey 𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 51 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗥 OB-GYN	𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 Nurturing Loyal Cool Under Pressure 𝑩𝑨𝑫 Petty and Spiteful Manipulative Envious 𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 Having had centuries to mull over the many slights to her honor, Hera dreams of regaining her powers, only to leave those who've wronged her living their dreadfully boring lives as mortals. Zeus and his bastards have no right to the power they once wielded. 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 Ares is one of her only children with Zeus, and has always been her favorite. She's watched his ups and downs from afar, and she fears the day that he is lost forever, and what would become of her if she were to lose him. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx	xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx DEITY 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗬 Hera 𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 Goddess Marriage, Family, and Childbirth 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗢𝗡 Greek

𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬

As a goddess, Hera embodied the best and worst aspects of motherhood. Loyal to her family, compassionate and nurturing with her children, and a protector of those who worshipped her properly. Those who crossed her were treated to the wrath of a woman scorned. It was in these times that she became the worst of mothers, unleashing a vengeance that was oftentimes unwarranted. Even when her children were safe and sound, she responded to enemies like they held a dagger to her baby's throat.

Hera is likely known best for the many curses she bestowed, both on her husband's lovers, and his illegitimate children. Most famous are the Twelve Labours, twelve tasks renowned for their difficulty, which Hercules conquered. Despite the many demigods and mortals whose lives were ruined by the Queen of the Gods, none knows more of Hera's bitter wrath than Paris. When he gave the golden apple to Aphrodite instead of Hera, Paris thought himself a winner, but later, when he watched Troy burn around him, he knew that Hera had been the true victor.

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬

The first thing Hera did, upon being trapped by the magic of the Colossus, was weep for the life of splendor she had lost. The second thing she did, was leave Zeus. It was a no brainer, really. In his new state, he wasn't fit to provide her anything. With so many enemies, and so few friends, it seemed the role of provider would be hers to fill now, and fill it she did.

For a long while, Hera could be found married to a wealthy and influential man, the stunning beauty that supported him on his way to power. Her many lives were often reminiscent of the luxury she'd enjoyed on Mount Olympus, though truly, no mortal pleasures could compare. These relationships, Hera found, would almost always end with infidelity, and the ones she did truly come to love, she was forced to watch die of old age. Eventually, she tired of her reliance on men.

Over the next few centuries, Hera traded in powerful marriages for positions of power. She lived as an advisor to Queen Mary, and later to Catherine the Great. She planned parties for Marie Antoinette, and was in the room at both Treaties of Versailles. She was rarely in the spotlight, but trading in whispers was hardly a foreign language. Some might've thought that time amongst mortals, trapped living many mundane lives, might've humbled the Queen of Olympus. They would be wrong. If anything, Hera only became more proud, and determined to regain a respect she felt had been lost.

In Seattle, Hera is known as Dr. Karen Bailey, an OB-GYN who transferred to Seattle from Washington D.C. It's a busy life, but Hera enjoys looking after expecting mothers, guiding them on their journey. She's been keeping tabs on Zeus, well aware of his mission to civilize himself. It hasn't changed her opinion on him, and despite all that she's learned on Earth, she has not forgotten the slights she suffered on Mount Olympus.

Hera's Relations

HERA'S RELATIONSHIPS
HERA'S RELATIONSHIPS

★ 𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 • ✿ 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 • ❤ 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 • ✖ 𝚎𝚗𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚢

^{_______________________________________} 𝙶 𝚁 𝙴 𝙴 𝙺 𝙿 𝙰 𝙽 𝚃 𝙷 𝙴 𝙾 𝙽 ^{_______________________________________}

APOLLO
 APOLLO

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{Apollo may very well be the bastard of Zeus that Hera despises the most, second perhaps, only to Heracles. Dionysus may be a threat to her rule, and Heracles offends her every time he speaks his name, but Apollo has been showered in gold and gifts since his birth. How could she not send a giant snake after him? Ares, her and Zeus' first born son, hardly received such splendor. He's a constant thorn in her side, one of many permanent monuments to Zeus' infidelity. Anytime they see each other, she leaves wishing Python had finished the fucking job.}

ARES
 ARES

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ • ✘✘✘✘✘✘✘

_{Her baby boy, the light of her life, the true heir to Zeus' throne, need I go on? Hera has never been shy about who her favorite Olympian is, and as a result, Hera and Ares are exceptionally close. She's the only one aside from Aphrodite who knows about Julie, and while she doesn't hold a very high opinion of mortals these days, she keeps her opinions to herself. For now. A mother knows when to hold her tongue.}

HERACLES
 HERACLES

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{Heracles. The name is bitter on her tongue, salt in a fresh wound, one of Zeus' greatest offenses. Her only regret here is that she didn't keep slapping labors on until the fool fell into Hades' grip. Heracles isn't one of her top priorities at the moment, but you better believe any future where she's happy doesn't involve him.}

HERA
 HERA

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ • ✘✘✘✘✘✘✘

_{Perfect. Flawless. Mesmerizing. Queen.}

DIONYSUS
 DIONYSUS

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ • ✘✘✘✘✘✘✘

_{Dionysus, the spawn of Hades and Persephone, and one of many possible usurpers that threaten her son's throne. When Hera learned of Dionysus' birth, she cast him into Tartarus, where she was sure he would die. Hades however, saved him, and soon she was forced to accept Dionysus at Mount Olympus. His constant revelry disgusted her, and she was never able to see him as anything but a threat to her son's already precarious position in Zeus' heart shaped hole.}

ATHENA
 ATHENA

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ • ✘✘✘✘✘✘✘

_{Athena has always been a loathsome creature in Hera's eyes. Smarter than her (though she won't admit it), more favored by Zeus (she definitely won't admit that), and constantly disrespecting her son with her vile mouth. There is no denying that Hera is jealous of Athena in many ways. However, Athena was by her side at Troy, and for that, Hera will always harbor a certain gratitude.}

ZEUS
 ZEUS

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ • ✘✘✘✘✘✘✘

_{Some people say, "You never forget your first." For Hera, this is especially true. No matter how many lovers she takes, no matter how many marriages come and go, Hera can never seem to fully cleanse Zeus from her mind. A part of her longs to make their marriage right, to succeed where she has always failed. Another part resents him for the pain he caused her all too willingly. One thing is certain though. If you want to throw Hera off her game, Zeus is the perfect distraction.}

HERMES
 HERMES

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ • ✘✘✘✘✘✘✘

_{A wretched trickster, Hera views Hermes with same contempt she gives the rest of Zeus' children. While he was useful in his time as a god, now days he serves no purpose other than to antagonize her. What are the odds he finally falls out of the sky?}

PERSEPHONE
 PERSEPHONE

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ • ✘✘✘✘✘✘✘

_{Once, Hera had a soft spot for Demeter's daughter, viewing her as a maiden in need of protection. Her scandalous marriage to Hades enraged Hera for a time, but eventually her wrath subsided, directed at more deserving targets. That is, until Dionysus was born. Trying to kill somebody's son, shockingly, isn't great for the relationship. Especially not when you're paranoid that he's going to steal your husband's throne.}

POSEIDON
 POSEIDON

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ • ✘✘✘✘✘✘✘

_{Poseidon and Hera have developed a unique sort of bond. Their time as mortal-adjacent beings has led to a variety of entanglements with various mortals, and their hearts have both been broken a multitude of times. Hera is a better person around Poseidon, most of the time, and she enjoys his company.}

HYPNOS
 HYPNOS

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{Hypnos has been an ally to Hera before, and the Queen of Gods doesn't quickly forget her friends. Hera has no issues with Hypnos, aside from his decision to try and keep his powers to himself. She hopes he'll give up this pathetic attempt at playing Switzerland and be an ally once more, should she come calling.}

EROS
 EROS

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

<sub>Who saw this one coming? Not Hera, that's for sure. It all started sometime in the 20's, when Hera was married to a wealthy mortal. Their marriage, like all her previous ones, were falling apart, and in a last ditch attempt to save the dying, Hera tried something new; relationship therapy. It was a new field, taking the upper class by storm, much to the chagrin of many unfaithful husbands. Imagine Hera's surprise when she opened the door for their first session and found Eros staring back at her.

At first, the two were cordial, nothing more. However, as it became clearer and clearer that this marriage was over, the two feel into a deeper connection. When her husband finally left her, she ran to Eros for comfort, and thus began a short-lived and passionate romance. Like all her great loves, this one too was ill fated. She found him with another, and unleashed a righteous fury, not seen in centuries. She's very much hoping his absence at the last Conclave was a sign that he'd joined Psyche in the afterlife.</sub>

HADES
 HADES

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{Hera's relationship with Hades has been a rather tumultuous one. Once upon a time, she'd considered her a friend, even if their friendship had blossomed out of an attempt to anger her husband. His marriage to Persephone strained their relationship, and what she did to Dionysus only worsened that strain. Hera was always jealous of Hades' marriage, his faithfulness to his wife, and this has certainly driven some of her actions against the two. While their more recent interactions have been few and far between, there's still a fair amount of animosity between the two.}

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Pan, God Of Nature

P A N , G O D O F N A T U R E
P A N , G O D O F N A T U R E

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx HUMAN 𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗦 Peter Oakley 𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 Early 20's, Late Teens 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗥 CEO of Syrinx, a Seattle based green energy company	𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 Wise Humorous Free-Spirited 𝑩𝑨𝑫 Tempestuous Fickle Indulgent 𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 Pan is greatly limited in his current state, and if he wishes to truly restore the power of nature to the world, he will need to be free of the Colossus. 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 Fear has become almost a foreign concept. Once he feared the monster, Typhon, but if the Colossus sealed the creature in a mortal body, Pan has yet to meet him. He supposes a part of him fears death, otherwise he might've given up to the Colossus centuries ago. Truly, what he fears most is that he will be trapped like this forever, forced to oversee the slow, but certain, destruction of his once great domain. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx	xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx DEITY 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗬 Pan 𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 God of Nature, Fertility, and Shepherds 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗢𝗡 Greek

𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬

Legends differ in regards to Pan's birth. Understandable, as the God of Nature was a god with many a trick up his sleeve. He delighted in keeping his origins a secret, much to the chagrin of the Olympians. Some myths call Hermes his father, other's, Dionysus. In truth, Pan existed long before either, a primordial being bound to the world as an ageless deity. When Zeus declared his war on the Titans, Pan fought alongside the Olympians, his fearsome cries sending enemies running for the hills.

When the war ended, Pan kept to his forests, rarely joining in the other gods' trivial conflicts. He preferred to roam the woods with his satyrs, playing the reeds and luring travelers off the beaten path for legendary festivals in the woods. A trickster at heart, Pan would sometimes enchant the lost mortals with his music, forcing them to join his parties until the end of their days. Like his domain, Pan was tempestuous, his good-nature quickly souring upon any perceived sign of disrespect.

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬

Pan awoke in Istanbul as a man, which was quite strange, considering he'd been half-goat the last time he checked. That was hardly his biggest adjustment though. Navigating his newly mortal life proved difficult. He was hanged as a pagan more than once. Don't ask about what happened when the townspeople saw him wake up, just know that he doesn't recommend death by fire, at all.

After more deaths than he'd have liked, Pan started to get a hang of mortal life. In the beginning, he found himself working as a shepherd or a farm hand, often presenting himself to a couple in need of a son to help them scrape by. He rarely stayed in one place for very long, his eternal youth proving to be a hinderance more often than he'd have liked. Some lives he'd lead entirely in the forest, living amongst traders and nomads. The world however, was not wholly resistant to the passage of time.

Soon, Pan was faced with a choice; adapt or die. The simple life of a wanderer was not enough any more. The mortals erected factories to spew smoke into the sky and declared war on his forests, and he was powerless to stop any of it. Industrialization took it's toll on Pan's already questionable sanity. What had once been harmless tricks became more malicious. Wherever Pan stayed long, the humans learned to fear the haunting sound of his reeds.

Modernity arrived swiftly, and Pan was forcefully dragged along with it once again. This time however, it seemed there might be a place for him. His lands were dying, but now, there were people who cared. Few albeit, but some. As the years dragged on, environmentalism took hold. A young man with a fierce devotion to the natural world became an urban legend, a tale that activists spread amongst each other.

The move to Seattle provided Pan some new opportunities. Following the lead of some of his fellow deities, Pan founded Syrinx, a green energy company committed to restoring the natural splendor of the world. In the last five years, Syrinx has made a name for itself in the Seattle area, beating out some bigger, older energy companies for a number of important contracts. Peter Oakley became the face of the company, one of the youngest CEOs in business, and a fucking ruthless one at that. He's done his best to stay out of godly affairs, avoiding the Conclaves, though his newly public persona has made it harder to hide.

Pan's Relations

PAN'S RELATIONSHIPS
PAN'S RELATIONSHIPS

★ 𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 • ✿ 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 • ❤ 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 • ✖ 𝚎𝚗𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚢

^{_______________________________________} 𝙶 𝚁 𝙴 𝙴 𝙺 𝙿 𝙰 𝙽 𝚃 𝙷 𝙴 𝙾 𝙽 ^{_______________________________________}

ARTEMIS
 ARTEMIS

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{Pan sees a fair bit of himself in the huntress, and because of that, he's always approached her with a wary sort of respect. In Artemis' youth, she sought Pan out and he granted her the pair of hunting dogs that would be with her until they all fell from Mount Olympus, and the two even spent some time traveling together, post Colossus. Pan's eventual reluctance to see the other gods led to the inevitable rift between them, and while Pan has a soft spot for Artemis, he's come to believe that trusting her would be as foolish as trusting himself.}

APOLLO
 Apollo

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{Apollo owes his power of prophecy to Pan and his teaching, and this was once a bond that cemented their friendship. Pan spent many years in the company of Apollo and his merry band of reveling gods, but as his forest died, Apollo's indifference drove a wedge between them. Pan wasn't content to spend his days wallowing in drink, and so he left the sun god behind. In their time apart, Pan has come to view Apollo as a child, playing in a game he can hardly comprehend. One day the sun might open his eyes, but Pan isn't counting on it.}

^{_______________________________________} 𝙽 𝙾 𝚁 𝚂 𝙴 𝙿 𝙰 𝙽 𝚃 𝙷 𝙴 𝙾 𝙽 ^{_______________________________________}

ODIN
 ODIN

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{Two nomads traveling a foreign world were bound to run into each other eventually. A curious soul at heart, Pan took an interest in Odin, being the first god of a foreign pantheon he'd ever been able to speak with. The pair traded stories as they traveled together, and Pan came to respect Odin's quick wit and knowledge. He often envied the trickster that Odin spoke of in his stories, who'd taught Odin to be wary of those like Pan. It was a respectable position, and while the two haven't been in frequent contact, Pan sees Odin as a possible ally in the dark times to come.}

JORMUNGANDR
 JORMUNGANDR

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{The Great And Mighty World Serpent. Or should he say, Former Great And Mighty World Serpent? Whatever the hell his proper title is now, Jormungandr offers up a much needed relief from the stresses of his new life. Pan tries to keep his self-indulgence to a minimum, but he can't pretend he doesn't appreciate the extra attention from the owner.}

^{_______________________________________} 𝚁 𝙾 𝙼 𝙰 𝙽 𝙿 𝙰 𝙽 𝚃 𝙷 𝙴 𝙾 𝙽 ^{_______________________________________}

MARS
 MARS

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{First, he was a rival. When the industrial age hit, Mars led the charge, caring not for the resources he wasted. His company ate up the world around it, and watching it disgusted Pan. When Syrinx began taking off, Mars' previous mistreatment of the environment made it easier on his conscience when Pan snatched up one of his allied companies. Now, after a certain lunch meeting, things have gotten more... complicated.}

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Baldr the Brave

B A L D R T H E B R A V E
B A L D R T H E B R A V E

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx HUMAN 𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗦 Brian Andersen 𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 28-33 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗥 Founder and President of the Seattle Redistribution Foundation	𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 Loyal and Dutiful Kindhearted and Brave Empathetic and Chivalrous 𝑩𝑨𝑫 Naive and Gullible Headstrong and Willful Controlling and Overly Protective 𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 Make the most out of this second chance at life with his family, before Ragnarok comes and snatches it all away. He's not very confident in his ability to stop Ragnarok, and even if he was, it wouldn't be his place. So until that day comes, he'll do what he can with his extra time. 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 Confined spaces, and mistletoe. Please, don't ask. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx	xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx DEITY 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗬 Baldr 𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 God of Light, Joy, and Purity 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗢𝗡 Nordic

𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬

Baldr, despite his many virtues, is best known for his death. It started with the dreams, heralding his sudden and unexpected demise. Fearing for his life, he went to Freya and confided in her about his visions. His mother went to every living thing, and made them swear never to harm the best loved god. And so, Baldr became invincible, protected against all things. Or so he believed.

Freya had thought that mistletoe was too unimportant to ask, and neglected to collect their oath. Loki, knowing this, tricked Baldr's twin brother, Hodr, into striking the god of purity with a mistletoe dart. The dart pierced his heart, and Baldr was slain, cursed to remain in Helheim until Ragnarok came and went. Odin begged Hel to grant Baldr a new life, but she refused, on account of a single giantess who would not weep for his passing. Some whisper that this was only Loki in disguise, but whether or not this holds any truth, Baldr stayed, his only company the icy conversation of the goddess of the dead.

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬

The fall caught Baldr by surprise. He had given up hope of ever walking Midgard again, but suddenly, there he was. It was strange at first, but a welcome surprise nonetheless. Even as a mortal, he retained the love of the people, and a certain resistance to injury and death. In many lives he was a king, or a lord of some sort, always renowned for his generosity and good nature. In others, he was simply a man of faith, dedicated to providing services to those who needed them.

He did his best not to interfere with lives of the other gods. He was always happy to spend time with his family, those he'd once thought were forever lost to him, but he would not entertain talk of any schemes. If Ragnarok were to come, who was he to stand in it's way? For a time, his former jailer pursued him, but even she grew to accept his implausible return.

Baldr found himself happiest when he was helping, and the mortals were always in need of aid, no matter where he was. Other gods were often fluid in their lives among the mortals, but Baldr stuck to what he did best; providing hope. As the world shunned nobility, Baldr turned his talents to politics, and later, community organization and charity work. Founding the Seattle Redistribution Foundation was second nature to him, a charity that focused on raising money and pumping it back into low income communities, in the form of youth programs, job opportunities and food drives.

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Timor, God of Fear

T I M O R , G O D O F F E A R
T I M O R , G O D O F F E A R

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx HUMAN 𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗦 Luca Augustus Salvius 𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 22 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗥 Assistant to Marcus Salvius at Triarii Corp	𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 Loyal Empathetic Clever 𝑩𝑨𝑫 Arrogant Deceitful Vindictive 𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 Timor has never thought past the whims and desires of his family. The desires of Mars and Venus are his own, for that is what loyalty means to him. Once he followed his father into bloody, vicious battles, and now he'll stand by him and his mother as Rome prepares for war once again. 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 Timor is the personification of fear and as such, nothing has ever been reported to crack his armor. Timor is unflinching in the face of danger, stone-faced at the utterance of threats. Fear is for weaker beings, those who must be reminded of that which is dangerous to them. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx	xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx DEITY 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗬 Timor 𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 God of Fear 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗢𝗡 Roman

𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬

The union of Mars and Venus brought forth plenty of children, but none more awe inspiring than the twins Timor and Metus. Metus, the elder, brought dread to the hearts of enemy soldiers, those who fought and died by the sword, and Timor fought behind enemy lines, bringing the fear of war to those toiling in the fields. His job was by his father's side, and so it was there he stayed, obedient to Rome until the end. In peace, Timor was there to alleviate the fears of his people, an ear to hold the whispers that plagued his subjects. Confidant to some, demon to others, where Timor walked, mortals trembled.

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬

Before the rise of civilization, a god of fear had a whole lot places he could go for fun. His new state of existence might've scrubbed some of the better features of godhood but he still loved the taste of fear. It wasn't hard, in a time without laws, to get his usual fix. Shit, walking down the streets of Istanbul, everyone was afraid of something. Fear wafted off of the mortals like they were trapped animals. He trotted along happily, reveling in the debauchery that his subjects had loved. At times he was a mercenary, or a warlord, raiding villages that had once stood against Rome, often times by his brother's side.

The world progressed, and with it came new protections. His unrefined appetite would not survive forever, not in a world that was slowly being reigned in by law and order. Timor grew tired of the life of crime his brother enjoyed so much. As mortals developed a taste for culture, Timor was forced to become a purveyor of fear himself, a master of the macabre. In some lives he was a novelist, known for harrowing tales that left readers pulling their hair out. Others saw him as collector of occult oddities and fascinations, those curious objects that humans love to buy, in the perverted, secret hope that they might be the subject of a fantastic, horrific adventure.

In Seattle, Timor has become Luca Salvius, a recently graduated college student and the son of Marcus Salvius. He's taken a job at his father's business at his request. Wheels are beginning to turn, and he'll be by his family's side as Rome rises anew.

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

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APOLLO

_{CASA DE ACROPOLIS → SEATTLE UNIVERSITY}

GOD OF THE SUN

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Once the house had emptied and the leftover breakfast had been stowed in the fridge, Apollo piled the dirty dishes in the sink and returned to his room, in need of a shower and some clothes. Still fighting off a hangover, he stepped out of last night’s boxers and shut his door behind him. In his bathroom, he waited while the shower heated up, admiring his reflection in the mirror. Sure, he looked way better two centuries ago, but who didn’t? Herc dragging him to the gym did have it’s perks he supposed.

The sunrays that he’d summoned had disappeared behind the clouds once more by the time he’d stepped back into his room, drying himself off with a towel that had long ago surrendered to the pains of a machine wash. His room was a mess, though, he had to ask, when wasn’t it? White sheets and a down comforter were strewn across his bed, the aftermath of his night with Britney? Wait, that wasn’t right. Bethany? Bella? Eh, whatever, the mortals he slept with were hardly ever important.

It didn’t take long for Apollo to get dressed, and head out to the garage, where his car was waiting. The red, two door beauty had been a gift from Zeus, a replacement for the car he’d wrecked last year. That had been an unpleasant time for sure. He didn’t envy the mortals and the time it took them to heal.

The car was only one of many gifts he’d received since Zeus’ apology tour had started, but easily a favorite. Of course, nothing could compare to his original ride, the “Chariot of The Motherfucking Sun” as he’d taken to calling it. Alas, nothing short of a miracle was bringing his baby back to him, so good ol’ Sgt. Pepper would have to do.

He might’ve waited for CoCo, or made sure Dio and Ben weren't passed out somewhere upstairs, awaiting a wake up call, but today, just for this morning, he’d like to be somewhat selfish. If he drove alone, he’d have a free seat coming back, and his dream had reminded him of somebody who he desperately hoped would make an appearance; somebody who wasn’t dead, just missing. Just missing.

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Seattle University wasn’t a foreign location to Apollo. He’d graduated as Alexander Calimeris last year, with a degree in music theory, and he regularly attended frat parties here with the rest of the squad. His fifteenth music degree so far by the way, but who’s counting?

Once he parked, he took a detour, putting off the Conclave and any potential disappointment off for a few moments longer. The drive hadn’t cleared his thoughts. If anything, it had muddied them. He strolled across the quad, his eyes focused on his shoes as they charted an ambling course towards a dwindling patch of sunlight. He snapped his fingers and watched as it began to grow. Could he see that? Does he know I’m here now? Would he care?

He kicked at the grass, once, twice, a third time. Self-pity and longing, now those were some friends he hadn’t spoken with in a while. He and happiness had been doing quite alright, with some occasional parties with jealousy and rage every now and again. These two were unwelcome intruders in the sanctuary of his thoughts. All hot and bothered over a few nights, a century ago. When did I turn into Hera?

Everything had been fine, until he heard about the Conclave. The Morrigan’s summons had brought memories of the last godly reunion rushing back, and with them, a face that seemed determined to hang around his subconscious,

Apollo sighed, and did what he could to recenter himself. Closing his eyes, he began to count backwards from five, a trick Ben had taught him, inhaling and exhaling as he did, continuing past the end of his countdown, until he was back to his usual, more chill, less obsessive, state of mind. Sunbeams… lyres strumming… calm breezeeeee, okay we are good

Confident in his ability to keep his head on straight, Apollo set off towards the Conclave, each step bringing him back to his usual self. He held the door for a couple of sorority girls, and flashed them an impeccable smile, earning him a look that he recognized all too well. He grinned, now certain that he was bringing his A game to this meeting.

Throwing open the door to the conference room, Apollo made an entrance typical of the sun god. “Ladies and gentlemen, the moment you’ve all been waiting for, me!” Apollo committed to his act with a fittingly melodramatic bow. As he brought his torso back up, he blew a kiss to his sister, who only rolled her eyes. “Arty, always the critic,” he said, shaking his head.

Eyes landing on Zeus and his danishes, Apollo snatched one up and took a bite, one graceful, fluid motion. “Ooooh, thanks Pops,” he said through a mouthful of pastry. Spinning on his heel, Apollo surveyed the room, realizing very quickly that the one person he’d so desperately wanted to see today, was absent. The disappointment stayed inside, his smile still as bright as his old domain.

Crossing the room, he nodded to Ares and saluted him with his free hand, before taking a seat. His sister might ignore the seating charts, but Apollo found a certain pleasure in gracing his older brother with his audacity. “So, uh, we gettin’ this little party started or what? Who the hell are we waiting for?” Apollo called out, very much aware of who the hell he was waiting for.

“Well, me, I’d hope.”

Fuck. Me

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HERA

_{CASA DE ACROPOLIS → SEATTLE UNIVERSITY}

QUEEN OF THE GODS

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The first cries of a baby girl rang out, echoing off the walls of the OR. Dr. Karen Bailey smiled, though it was hidden behind her surgical mask, and cradled the just-cleaned newborn in her arms. Cooing softly, she carried her over to the mother, who reached out a hand to touch her child. Dr. Bailey leaned forward, allowing them to meet for just a moment, before handing the child off to a nurse. “Alright Emily, Dr. Han is going to finish up here, and get you ready to go hold your baby girl, okay?”

“Okay,” Emily said, her voice tired and raspy, and Karen Bailey exited the OR, scrubbing out and washing her hands before heading out into the halls of the hospital.

Emily Baker had been her last surgery of the shift, an emergency C-section at the last minute. She’d been up all night, slicing and sutchering, filling out paperwork, but the little Baker girl was the only baby she’d delivered today. Her years on earth had done little to dim the light that began to warm her everytime she aided a mother in meeting her child. It was divine, the first cries of a child as it’s soul adjusted to the cruel plane of mortals. Beautiful, the way a mother’s eyes lit up when they landed on her newborn. Of course, the warm never lasted long. It was a mercurial high, fleeting yet oh so enchanting.

Once inside her office, Dr. Bailey slipped off her lab coat, and she was Hera once more. Her short, platinum hair was disheveled, no longer the sharp, severe cut it had been when she arrived last night. The overnight shifts were unpleasant, and Hera shuddered to think about how they’d make her feel if she was truly mortal. She pushed through the exhaustion that was beginning to creep its way up her legs.

As Hera strutted out of her office, and down the hall towards the exit, her colleagues smiled and waved. Some offered kudos for some complex surgeries that had been completed since they last spoke. Dr. Bailey was a well respected OBGYN, and one of a handful who specialized in maternal-fetal surgeries. Of course her colleagues loved her, and she loved their love.

Outside, a cab pulled over for the Queen of the Gods, and saved her from the Seattle breeze tugging at her coat. “80th and Burke,” she instructed the driver, checking her watch to confirm that she wouldn’t be late to this Conclave.

Conclaves, gods, those had been something. They’d grown fewer and farther between as the years turned to decades, and the decades turned to centuries. As much as she despised most of those attending, this was an invaluable chance to get her own eyes on her fellow deities. The information that could be gathered here could prove useful, and she still needed to talk to Hephaestus about some funding for the hospital. His mortal alias was the newest mayor of Seattle, and he’d promised her more money from the budget would be directed to the hospital. Figures, once she actually needs his help, he turns off his phone.

No matter. She’d certainly see her youngest son in a little less than an hour, and she already knew Ares was attending. In an effort to keep her sanity in check, Hera made a very pointed effort to avoid any and all thoughts of who else might be there. Ares (and Hephaestus) held the most important place in her heart, and that was why she was going today. To be a good mother. Or at least, that’s what she told herself.

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Forty-five minutes later, Hera sat in the back of a different taxi, heading for Seattle University. Of course The Morrigan couldn’t have splurged for somewhere a little less… dingy. Maybe she should start arranging these meetings? Hera had always had an eye for party planning after all.

The pantsuit she’d put on at her apartment hugged her frame tightly but, not uncomfortably so. There was no way she would have shown up right after her shift, clad in sneakers and scrubs. Hera insisted on making an entrance, especially at big gatherings like this, and everyone knew the first step to a killer entrance was a gorgeous outfit.

Casually ignoring a No Smoking sign that was plastered on the window, Hera pulled out a cigarette and set it alight, rolling down her window and exhaling the nicotine laced smoke out into the city. The taxi driver glared at her in the rearview mirror, but he didn’t say much else. The aura of authority that she exuded was evident to mortals as well as gods. This was not a woman to be trifled with.

By the time she’d burned the cigarette down to it’s filter, she’d paid her driver and was standing outside, leaning against a stone pillar. Mortals who passed her gave her curious looks. Who was this woman, dressed in pink, a lost member of the royal family choking down a cheap cigarette? The smoking was a guilty pleasure, truly. Most everything she owned was absurdly expensive, the highest quality items for the highest quality goddess. When it came to cigarettes though, she’d developed a taste for the cheaper ones, thanks to her last husband.

Flicking the remains to the ground, Hera brought the toe of her shoe down, smothering the embers between her foot and the concrete. Show time.

Now, Hera had found that, while a gorgeous outfit can really make for a killer entrance, a perfect setup makes a more memorable one, and Apollo really did tee her up perfectly, though she was sure he didn’t mean to.

“So, uh, we gettin’ this little party started or what? Who the hell are we waiting for?”

“Well, me, I’d hope,” Hera replied, her voice haughty and full of a self-importance that put most gods to shame. Heads turned as she made her presence known, mostly staring daggers at her. She smiled, as if the hatred of others fueled her. In some ways, it did. “I know everyone was just dying to see me after all, sorry I’m a little late. I had the busiest night, and ugh! Surgery is hard fucking work.” Hera let out an exasperated groan, reveling in the uncomfortable silence she’d created. She waved at Ares, beaming at her baby boy, but didn’t get up to get closer to him. Antagonizing Apollo was more fun if it was a slow burn. As she scanned the room her eyes caught Zeus’ and they narrowed and she glanced away, the first genuine reaction she’d had since arriving. She found a table on her own, and took a seat, hopeful that her former husband had learned his place.

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

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ARTEMIS

_{MOON RIVER RETREAT → CASA DE ACROPOLIS → SEATTLE UNIVERSITY}

GODDESS OF THE MOON

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At Moon River, everyone rose with the sun, and Artemis had never exempted herself from this rule. Today, like most days, as the dim, golden haze of a Seattle sunrise creeped over the horizon, Artemis was exiting the large, two-story, bracket shaped compound that housed her and her followers. The Main House, as it was officially known, also provided a workspace to make the crafts and charms that served as one of many sources of income. It was a humble building, mostly made of wood and glass. Through the large, floor to ceiling windows, she could just barely see her Maidens, draped in flowing white gowns passing by.

The Maidens were the lifeforce of Moon River, the followers that Artemis had deemed trustworthy and useful enough to stay at Moon River year round. They kept the retreat afloat with their work, and a lucky few were even made personal assistants to Artemis. Those girls knew the truth of her identity, and had been sworn to keep it a secret. Those who didn’t, learned a great deal about why Artemis had been so feared, once upon a time.

To the right of the compound, two identical, circular buildings stood, similar in design to the main building, though the windows were smaller and less numerous. These were where the guests stayed, cozied up in bunks. Away from modern material needs, they spent two weeks here learning to reconnect with nature, and themselves. At least, that’s what Selena O’Ryan told them. In truth, Artemis had come to believe that most mortals weren’t cut out for that way of life, and nothing she could do would solve the problems they were facing.

That didn’t stop her from taking their money though, and doing what she could. Mortals were foolish, fickle creatures, often hell bent on self sabotage, but she’d also seen the compassion they were capable of. They were flawed, but they were getting better, slowly, but surely. She watched as Thalia, one of her Maidens, gathered the women who’d come to stay, and led them towards the river, and out of sight.

Across from the guest quarters, to the left of the Main House was a large greenhouse. Here, the staff that remained year round as well as the guests, grew and harvested the food that kept Moon River fed. Another greenhouse could be spied, if you knew just where to look, off through the trees. There, cannabis was being harvested and packaged, to be sent to dispensaries in the city. Once, her people had used the plant for medicine, and it seemed that the mortals were finally coming around to it’s uses again. That particular greenhouse had been kept under much harsher security, since Apollo had spirited away with more than enough to keep one of his dumb parties soaring.

Artemis took a deep breath, smiling softly as the early morning air filled her with a pleasant sense of energy. Out here, in the forests, she was home. The cities that men had built were loathsome to her. She would be in the thick of Seattle today, for the Conclave, a sickening thought. She might need to make a stop at Tessie’s afterwards.

The Conclave was not her priority right now, however. She had her Maidens to check in on, guests to speak with, a life to lead, and hopefully later, a little bird to check in with. Selena O’Ryan began her day, unbothered by the cold air that pricked her skin.

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Many hours later, Artemis sat in the back of a white Lexus, her face hidden behind tinted windows. She’d exchanged the simple, white drapings of Moon River for an outfit more fitting for the Conclave. In her hands was a worn copy of The Awakening by Kate Chopin. In the front seat, one of the Moon River girls sat behind the wheel, dressed in a suit befitting Artemis’ personal driver. Artemis closed the book as the back driver side door opened, and a slender, blonde woman folded herself into the car. Her face was smudged with makeup, and her hair tousled, as if she’d just been in bed. Zoe Holliday.

Zoe was a Maiden, a girl from Seattle that had started up with Moon River shortly after it opened. In her time as a lower level staff member, she’d proven herself resourceful, self-reliant, and above all else, devoted. Once she was brought into the fold, she quickly made herself an invaluable asset for Artemis’ off-site jobs.

“Tell me, I didn’t just waste my time,” Artemis said, slowly and methodically opening a leather purse that rested at her feet, and stowing her book inside.

“I came late, like you said to, and wore that flower you gave me. Worked like a charm. He came over, asked me to dance, and when things started winding down, I asked him to show me his room, and he did, and then after, we had a few more drinks, I asked him why he looked so familiar-”

Artemis rolled her eyes and cut in. “Zoe, you’ll write a full report for me once you’re back at Moon River. Right now, I’m going to the Conclave, and I’d like to know something about what I’m walking into,” she said, her voice terse.

“If you’d let me finish, you’d know that he knows nothing. Just like I told you he would. Thalia did this same thing last year when you thought he might’ve found the Colossus, but his ‘big discovery’ was just a stash of drugs that he’d lost. Your brother is an idiot, and if anyone knows something, it’s certainly not him.” Zoe’s tone matched Artemis’ in coolness.

Artemis sat silently for a moment. Zoe was right of course, and she’d voiced these same opinions last night, though more politely. It was Artemis who hadn’t listened, and that was the only reason why she wasn’t making plans to bury another body in the forest. Finally, she nodded. “As always Zoe, your work is appreciated, even if your tone isn’t. I guess I’ll just have to find out with everyone else.” She sighed, but did not let the annoyance with her failure overwhelm her precious calm. Her plan had been a long shot anyways. She tapped the back of her driver’s shoulder, and the Lexus began pulling away.

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As her car pulled up to a curb at the edge of Seattle University’s campus, Artemis met her driver’s eyes in the rearview mirror. “Take her home, and then see what you can do there. I’ll call you if I need anything,” she instructed, before stepping out of the car, leaving Zoe to catch up on lost sleep in the backseat.

As she walked across campus, many students turned their heads, and a brave few stopped her for pictures. Artemis was annoyed by the interruption, already perturbed by the hustle and bustle of the city, but Selena O’Ryan could not afford to be annoyed. Her brand was built on her image as a kind, motherly soul. She smiled, and took the pictures.

After escaping the clutches of another fan, Artemis entered one of the main university buildings, and found their meeting place. A dingy conference room. Nice.

She eyed the current faces in the room. She gave a wave to Kore and Hypnos, but upon seeing that she was seated next to Ares, again, she quickly turned to Parvati, and headed to her table. The Morrigan really needed to stop making seating charts if she was gonna keep inviting the Greeks. Taking a seat she gave her friend a smile. “You’d think she’d have figured out by now that I don’t sit next to Ares.”

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𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

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APOLLO

_{CASA DE ACROPOLIS, SEATTLE}

GOD OF THE SUN

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He opens his eyes to the sound of a young man’s laugh. Golden light cascading across sun-kissed skin, an ornate goblet filled to the brim with red wine. They’re alone, him and this man, in a bed of clouds, laughing and drinking in the sight of one another. A lyre plays it’s tune softly, and for a moment, he is at peace, until the young man drapes himself across his bare chest, and whispers in his ear, “Wake up…”

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Apollo sat up in bed, breathing heavily. Outside, clouds reigned supreme in the sky, another overcast day in Seattle. He lifted a hand, but before he could snap his fingers, a voice reached his ears. “Finally, you sleep like the dead.” The once great god spun around, half-expecting the voice to belong to the man in his dream. When his eyes fell on a blonde woman, naked save for his bedsheets, he reminded himself that Hyacinth was long dead.

Waking up next to someone beautiful wasn’t uncommon for Apollo. Waking up to multiple beautiful people wasn’t even uncommon anymore. Most mornings, this would be a pleasant surprise, followed by rounds four and five, and homemade breakfast with some fallen gods. On mornings like this, when Hyacinth came to visit him in his dreams, the men and women who found themselves in Apollo’s bed were in for much less fun.

“Sorry, what’s your name again?” he asked, running a hand through his dirty blonde hair and rubbing the sleep from his tired face. That line usually worked, as long as he coupled it with just the right amount of confusion and exasperation. Given that his memory of the night before certainly didn’t include this girl, it was a fairly easy sell.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” The blonde threw the sheets from her body, revealing a sight that made Apollo reconsider his decision. She put on her clothes like a girl who was used to storming out the next morning, silently but with a certain anger that could be felt without words. By the time he had his boxers on, she was grabbing her wallet, and flipping him off. “It’s Brenda, asshole!” The sound of her heels clicking on the floor and the front door slamming told him she was gone.

Apollo sighed, and got out of bed, stepping in front of the mirror for a moment. Even though he’d looked more or less the same for the past two centuries, it still hurt to remember what he’d once looked like. Golden hair had faded to this dishwater color, and his once luminous skin was just like any other mortals. Eyes that had shone like the sun were now deep pools of brown sludge. He was painfully mortal.

Painfully mortal or not, the Conclave was still ahead of them, and his head was pounding. One thing he missed about nectar: no hangovers. His bare feet padded against the cold tile of the apartment he shared with Herc, stepping over clothes that he was certain weren’t either of theirs.

In the kitchen, he set to work with his usual morning routine, doing his best to push through the lethargy that still gripped him tight. “Don’t yack in the blender Pollo, please,” he mumbled to himself as he filled the blender in question with ginger, orange juice, some ice, and three, five hundred milligram pills of Ibuprofen. The blender turned on, an obnoxious noise that could be heard throughout the condo, and while it ran, Apollo set to work preparing breakfast for whoever the hell had spent the night at his house. If the blender didn’t get them up, then the clanging of metal pans surely would. He snapped his fingers, and the sun slowly began peeking out from behind the clouds, until the kitchen was bathed in light pouring through the windows. If he was going to this family reunion, the least it could be is sunny.

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

Hera, Queen of the Gods

H E R A , G O D D E S S O F M A R R I A G E
H E R A , G O D D E S S O F M A R R I A G E

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx HUMAN 𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗦 Karen Bailey 𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 51 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗥 OB-GYN	𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 Nurturing Loyal Cool Under Pressure 𝑩𝑨𝑫 Petty and Spiteful Manipulative Envious 𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 Having had centuries to mull over the many slights to her honor, Hera dreams of regaining her powers, only to leave those who've wronged her living their dreadfully boring lives as mortals. Zeus and his bastards have no right to the power they once wielded. 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 Ares is one of her only children with Zeus, and has always been her favorite. She's watched his ups and downs from afar, and she fears the day that he is lost forever, and what would become of her if she were to lose him. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx	xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx DEITY 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗬 Hera 𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 Goddess Marriage, Family, and Childbirth 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗢𝗡 Greek

𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬

As a goddess, Hera embodied the best and worst aspects of motherhood. Loyal to her family, compassionate and nurturing with her children, and a protector of those who worshipped her properly. Those who crossed her were treated to the wrath of a woman scorned. It was in these times that she became the worst of mothers, unleashing a vengeance that was oftentimes unwarranted. Even when her children were safe and sound, she responded to enemies like they held a dagger to her baby's throat.

Hera is likely known best for the many curses she bestowed, both on her husband's lovers, and his illegitimate children. Most famous are the Twelve Labours, twelve tasks renowned for their difficulty, which Hercules conquered. Despite the many demigods and mortals whose lives were ruined by the Queen of the Gods, none knows more of Hera's bitter wrath than Paris. When he gave the golden apple to Aphrodite instead of Hera, Paris thought himself a winner, but later, when he watched Troy burn around him, he knew that Hera had been the true victor.

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬

The first thing Hera did, upon being trapped by the magic of the Colossus, was weep for the life of splendor she had lost. The second thing she did, was leave Zeus. It was a no brainer, really. In his new state, he wasn't fit to provide her anything. With so many enemies, and so few friends, it seemed the role of provider would be hers to fill now, and fill it she did.

For a long while, Hera could be found married to a wealthy and influential man, the stunning beauty that supported him on his way to power. Her many lives were often reminiscent of the luxury she'd enjoyed on Mount Olympus, though truly, no mortal pleasures could compare. These relationships, Hera found, would almost always end with infidelity, and the ones she did truly come to love, she was forced to watch die of old age. Eventually, she tired of her reliance on men.

Over the next few centuries, Hera traded in powerful marriages for positions of power. She lived as an advisor to Queen Mary, and later to Catherine the Great. She planned parties for Marie Antoinette, and was in the room at both Treaties of Versailles. She was rarely in the spotlight, but trading in whispers was hardly a foreign language. Some might've thought that time amongst mortals, trapped living many mundane lives, might've humbled the Queen of Olympus. They would be wrong. If anything, Hera only became more proud, and determined to regain a respect she felt had been lost.

In Seattle, Hera is known as Dr. Karen Bailey, an OB-GYN who transferred to Seattle from Washington D.C. It's a busy life, but Hera enjoys looking after expecting mothers, guiding them on their journey. She's been keeping tabs on Zeus, well aware of his mission to civilize himself. It hasn't changed her opinion on him, and despite all that she's learned on Earth, she has not forgotten the slights she suffered on Mount Olympus.

Project Untamed

_{Featuring: Dr. Helena Larkin
Location: Library}

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The library was usually a sparsely populated area of San Agustin, and today was no different. Erica was seated at a round, wood table, a stack of books resting in front of her as she dragged a neon yellow highlighter across her notes. Her hair was still damp from her recent shower, and she’d traded her athleisure wear from this morning for a t-shirt and leggings, perfect studying attire. The scavenger hunt didn’t mean she had any less studying to do. If anything, she had more.

The doors to the library swung open, but Erica didn’t look up until she heard one of the chairs at her table slide out. Her eyes landed on Dr. Larkin, the chemistry teacher whom Erica thought could be making a lot more money working in a lab. Dr. Larkin, clad in her usual business casual clothes, offered up a warm smile as Erica closed her notebook. “Can I help you, Dr. Larkin?”

“That depends. Can you answer a couple questions for me?” Dr. Larkin replied, opening her own notebook and clicking a pen into a ready position.

Erica glanced at the watch around her wrist, where the seconds ticked away. “I have another hour left before I can go to dinner, and I need to have all this stuff down for my quiz tomorrow. You’ve got ten minutes.”

“Well, thanks for penciling me in,” Larkin said, grinning despite Erica’s icy demeanor. She admired the girl, to a certain extent. She was determined, and resilient, hacking away at textbooks while her peers were doing anything other than homework. Much like herself at that age. “First question, how did you like the scavenger hunt?”

Erica scoffed. “I would’ve rather been in class. I got egg all over my favorite running shoes, and we didn’t even win,” she said, crossing her arms as if to fully exhibit her discontent.

“So I take it you’d feel better about the entire event if you would’ve won?”

“I’m just saying, it would’ve made working with Billie, worth it.”

Dr. Larkin scribbled something in her notebook, before glancing back up at Erica, an inquisitive glint in her eye. Erica thought that she looked almost like a cat, watching it’s prey. The mental comparison made her uneasy, and she fidgeted ever so slightly under Dr. Larkin’s watchful eyes.

“Would you say you’re adjusting well here at San Agustin?” Dr. Larkin pressed on with her questioning. “You’re exceeding expectations in all your classes, but what about your social life?”

“Why is it important to know if I have friends?” Erica asked, cocking an eyebrow in a quiet sort of defiance.

“Well, this can be a difficult adjustment period for some students. Being away from home for the first time, it’s important that you have a support system.” Dr. Larkin smiled, and Erica relaxed. She didn’t know why she’d gotten so defensive.

“Well, I’m doing fine in the friends department. As long as they don’t kill each other over some stupid boy,” Erica said, rolling her eyes at the thought of the cold war that had begun on Monday. “I mean, honestly, don’t we all have more important things to worry about boys?”

“I’m guessing that means you don’t have anyone you’ve been keeping an eye on?”

Erica’s thoughts went to Dwayne and then to Sam, but when she opened her mouth, she made no mention of them. “Are there any boys here who happen to be on the Harvard admissions board?”

“No, not that I know of.”

“Then no, there’s no one who’s caught my eye.” Erica grinned, and Dr. Larkin laughed.

“You’re a smart girl, Erica.” Just not smart enough.

“Well, I try,” Erica said, gesturing to the stack of books next to her. She glanced down at her watch and then back at Dr. Larkin. “Time’s up.”

Larkin grinned and closed her notebook, standing up as she did. “Thank you for humoring me. I’ll see you in class,” she said, before turning and walking out of the building, her white lab coat trailing behind her.