The Muse

Quest for Gaia's Heart (Greek Mythology RP)

@Kaesus Sure, I'll put it on reserve for you.

Quest for Gaia's Heart (Greek Mythology RP)

@Avanhelsing Lol Can't wait to see them!

Quest for Gaia's Heart (Greek Mythology RP)

@Saarebas Wonderful! Go ahead and put it up :]

Quest for Gaia's Heart (Greek Mythology RP)

@The Muse Yo, so are we working with pretty much the same prejudices and such of medieval times? In other words I want to do a POC, would it be normal for her to experience prejudice for her skin colour or is that not a part of this reality?

@SouffleGirl123

Yes, it'll be pretty much the same so she would definitely come across prejudice for her skin as well as her gender. Maybe not quite as extreme as the real thing but... for a good back story/character development why not haha

Quest for Gaia's Heart (Greek Mythology RP)

@Gisk I love it! Go ahead and post it up in the Character tab :]

Quest for Gaia's Heart (Greek Mythology RP)

Woo hoo! I just put up my first characters bio, and I'll work on my second (Hermes' champion) in a bit :]

Quest for Gaia's Heart (Greek Mythology RP)

Two questions.

Can I request a variation in the power for Hades’ champion. I don’t think of Hades as a particularly dark god, so much as maybe a little grim. I was thinking instead of shadow control, maybe the champion can slip back and forth between the material plane and the underworld. As they become more powerful, they could delve deeper, and stay there longer.

The second thing is: are we only using Greek gods? The time period and cultures won’t be inspired by Ancient Greece?

@Gisk

That sounds like a great ability! I'll put that up there instead. :]

I'd prefer using only Greek Gods, they are what inspired the RP for me and the ones I know the most about. Plus the story arch I have in mind is fully centered around them haha The world will be pretty loosely inspired by Ancient Greece. The culture of believing in the Gods, like priests/priestesses specifically designated for each God, rituals, and other similar things will be there but the rest of the world is pretty much just a free for all and completely imagined.

Quest for Gaia's Heart (Greek Mythology RP)

I just put up the official RP! :]

roleplayerguild.com/topics/171243-que…

Feel free to start sending over your character sheets any time.

Quest for Gaia's Heart (Greek Mythology RP)

The Handmaiden

Ariella "Ari" Lindholm

Appearancce: Ariella stands a whopping 5'3 with a very slim build, nearly devoid of muscle. Her eyes are an icy blue, her skin rather pale and she has long ebony hair.
Age: 19
Kingdom: Adlan
Goddess: Persephone
Occupation: Handmaiden to the Princess of Adlan
Short Bio: Ariella grew up as an only child in the kingdom of Adlan, with a loving mother and a father whom she adored. Ariella had been blessed with her family, especially considering she was one of the few well off people in the kingdom (which isn't saying much in comparison to other kingdoms, but Ariella didn't know the difference back then). Her father was Adlan's most skilled blacksmith and often received contract orders from people all across the globe which supported their family. Her father worked tirelessly while her mother took care of everything at home. Life had been wonderful until the year Ariella turned 7.

Her father had finished a large order for a merchant in Vespora and had left on a fairly long journey to deliver the goods. They payout was supposed to be incredible, which is what made the travel worth it, but then two months went by without any contact from her father. Normally during these journeys he would write to them, but they had not received a single letter. Another two months passed by and the town started talking - Petrich Lindholm was either dead or he had abandoned his family for his riches in Vespora. Ariella and her mother couldn't bare to believe that he would have abandoned them, so they had to come to terms that he must have been ambushed and overtaken on the journey. It was devastating.

Her mother had been with Petrich since she was 16 years old and had no work experience. As they ran out of reserves their father had left them, Ariella learned what it meant to be truly poor. They survived for some years with her mother working her fingers to the bone as a seamstress and Ariella doing what she could as an assistant to a shopkeeper, but it was never enough. The money could barely keep a roof above their heads and food was scarcely available. Ariella's mother, the nurturer that she was, always gave Ariella more than her fair share of food. Ultimately it killed her. The year Ariella turned 12, she found her mother dead in her makeshift bed. She had gone to sleep that night and never woken up. The poor thing had been skin and bones by then and Ariella supposed her body had finally given up.

With no where to go and not enough money to pay for the house, Ariella became homeless for nearly a year until the royal family of Adlan took pity on her. Luckily for her, the eldest Princess was about the same age as Ariella and was in need of a handmaiden. Thus, the King assigned Ariella to his eldest daughter and let her take refuge in the servants quarters so long as she did her job.

The Prince of Eredel

Damon Eredel

Appearance: Damon has dirty blonde hair, steely grey eyes and stands at 6'1 with a fairly slim but muscular build.
Age: 23
Kingdom: Eredel
God:Hermes
Occupation: Prince of Eredel, heir to the throne
Short Bio: Life has always been easy for Damon, Eredel's golden boy. He's had a fantastic education, the money to buy anything his heart could have possibly dreamed of, the social status to get away with murder and the good looks that has made him lucky with the ladies (though that could have been his social status too). Truly, the Prince as never worked a hard day in his life.

Being born with a silver spoon in his mouth, it is difficult for Damon to imagine the poor circumstances of others, especially seeing as how most of his kingdom is very well off. Though he tries to be as polite as he can to people he does not know, he can sometimes unintentionally come off as stuck up or ignorant to the emotions and feelings of others.

Aside from his tight regimen of sword training and war tactic lectures with his father, Damon can typically be found flirting with beautiful women and playing practical jokes on servants or his younger siblings. His stern father often looks at him with pure disappointment in his eyes while his mother brushes everything off with a "boys will be boys" phrase. He's always been the playful type and somehow the strict nature of his upbringing had no effect on his spirit.

Nonetheless, the time to pick a suitable wife and future Queen is quickly approaching. To Damon's chagrin, his parents have forced him to meet a new option nearly every week for the past year. None of them have struck him as particularly interesting, much less as someone he would tolerate for the rest of his life. Disappearing would be particularly appealing to him at the moment.

Quest for Gaia's Heart (Greek Mythology RP)

One Month Previously...

Damon's grey eyes snapped open, his dirty blonde hair stuck to the sweat beading on his forehead and his heart pounding beneath his chest. He let out a small breath of relief, realizing he was free from the nightmare he had been reliving for the past week every night. Sitting up in his plush king sized bed, he ran a hand through his hair and glanced out of the window next to the door leading out onto a balcony that overlooked the entire kingdom of Eredel. Judging by the dim light peaking out over the horizon, he guessed it had to be nearing 6am.

Beside him, a soft groan broke his concentration. "My Lord? Are you alright?"

He looked down at the petite blonde next to him, her naked body sinking into his bed of soft pillows and silk sheets. He smiled faintly, though it was more like a smirk, and pushed a strand of stray hair away from her face. "Shhh..." He whispered, leaning down close and pressing a kiss onto her lips before she had a chance to utter another word. She melted against him, yearning for more as he pulled away.

"My love-"

"Leave me." His voice was devoid of emotion then, the pet name she had just called him sending chills through his spine.

"Sir?" She was confused, clearly.

Damon was at the door in a split second, something he had still been trying to get used to. "Get.Out."

The woman, a commoner who had practically flung herself at him, sat up abruptly and stared at him in awe. It was a spectacle to see a human move so quickly, but he was in no mood for questions. He didn't even have the answers. He only knew that he needed her to leave, and he needed to do something that he had been putting off for nearly two weeks.

"Now." He was talking through his teeth now, trying to keep his voice quiet so as not to wake the entire castle. When she didn't move, Damon had the thought to gather up her clothes, shove them into her hands and push her out the door himself. Before he even finished the thought he had done just that, and the woman was too shocked to do much more than allow herself to be moved around like a doll. This new ability of his was becoming annoyingly impulsive.

"Prince!" He slammed the door on her as soon as she was past the door line.

Sighing, he turned and looked up at the ceiling, imagining the Gods above. "I'm doing it, you bastard." He spoke aloud, hoping that the Gods could hear him. Something about it felt right.

For the past two weeks he had been having sporadic visions of the God Hermes, telling him vague things about a message he was supposed to deliver. It's been perplexing, especially considering he was never one to be truly devoted to the Gods. Almost simultaneously he had become quicker than the average person. Over these two weeks, he had run into closed doors at least a dozen times. Twice, he ended up in a village in the middle of the forest. The latter was a shocking experience, and he couldn't figure out how to get himself back to the castle just as quickly. Those days he was late to all of his training and nearly missed dinner, but he was unable to explain his reason to his teacher and family. His father assumed he had run off with some girl, so Damon allowed them all to believe that. How could he possibly explain that he had been trying to make his way back from the village of Tavaru when it would have normally taken him a day to get there and a day to come back?

When the visions didn't seem to work for Hermes, Damon was afflicted with vivid nightmares. This left him exceptionally tired, which seemed to make his new skill even more unpredictable. The nightmare started off normal; he was sparring with one of this sword-masters, just like any typical day. Until sparring became increasingly aggressive and the sword-master eventually bested him and shoved the blade deep into his abdomen. As Damon gasped for air, the sword-master drove the weapon deeper into his body and leaned in close to whisper, "The letters."

Occasionally the sword-master would give him a name, which the Prince would promptly write down upon waking. No matter what the sword-master said, however, Damon always awoke with a searing pain in his abdomen, as if he had truly been stabbed there. Tonight was the same, but this time Damon had had enough. He could no longer ignore these dreams and waking visions. They were a plague, truly. He'd finally given in, hoping that this one task would end whatever it was that the Gods must have wanted with him.

"I'm going insane." He thought as he grabbed a pile of paper splayed out over a desk in one corner of his room. Most of the pieces of paper had the name of a stranger he had never even heard of on them, aside from a select few. Sitting down, Damon went through each name and began writing the same letter to each one of them, something that came clearly in his mind which he assumed Hermes was feeding to him.

Dear [first name of your character],

You have been chosen. I know that you have been in considerable pain, and probably some measure of shock.

If you wish for answers and for the pain to leave, please meet me at the Silver Crow Tavern in exactly one month; the fifteenth of May. It is near the border of Eredel and Haventis.

You risk your own life should you not arrive.

Damon left the letter anonymous, as he felt compelled to do. He nearly shuddered at the thought of going to the Silver Crow Tavern, located in one of the few poor areas of Eredel, but nonetheless he knew in his heart that he had written the correct location. When he finished writing the letters, he sent each one of them out with a raven to deliver them. By the will of Hermes, each raven would find its way to the correct person.