[CHAR] Of Gods and Men - A Deity RP (CLOSED)

[ravenDivinity]

Apollo / Phoebus /

True Name: Apollo (Greek); Phoebus (Roman)

Alias: Adam Pascal

Age: 2874 years old, appears 23

Gender: Male

Pantheon/Faith: Greek

Godly Appearance:

Apollo had sandy, blond hair and dark, amber eyes as a god, and he had skin that was soft, immaculate, and tan. His hair is short and reaches just below his ear while his bangs cover his forehead. As the sculptors of antiquity frequently depicted him, Apollo had no facial hair and a taut, statuesque physique, by all means muscular and tall like his fellow gods. Fittingly, he had all manner of features characteristic of a young, handsome athlete: broad shoulders, sinewy arms, and an appealing and strapping torso. He was the pinnacle of youthful vigor and beauty, for his allure drew the attention of many suitors, especially mortals both male and female, in his heyday. He usually wore a light robe of white silk and gold trim, a bay laurel, and wooden sandals, but he never once wore armor.

The god Apollo was most often associated with music and archery, poetry and art, plague and medicine, sun and light, and oracles and knowledge by the Greeks, and in each pursuit, he was well-equipped. His lyre, on which he played harmonies with ease, was golden, and its edges were engraved with laurels and symbols of sacred fire. His bow, with which he shot the truest of arrows, was an ancient longbow for hunting, and it was made of cypress and strung with a golden string. From his bow, he shot fiery arrows that pierced the wind and crackled like thunder.

Earthly Appearance:

In his current form, Apollo has dark brown hair instead and wears round, gold-framed glasses over his still dark, amber eyes. His hair is the same length as it used to be, except that it is styled in an undercut. His skin is instead fair and white, yet soft as always, but his build in the modern era is much thicker and more toned than it was when he was a god. Male, youthful beauty remains his trademark feature, but his godliness is much more subdued and suited for mortal eyes. His clothes are usually in line with the fashion of the day. Never a prude, he wears button-down shirts and fitting jeans, sometimes T-shirts and cargo shorts, all of his clothing an array of bright pastels and vivid darks, and in his closet he has a few outfits for formal dress, some shirts with sleeves that roll up, some hoodies and sweatpants, and some tank tops. Most of his wardrobe, however, suggests that of a common hipster. He has done away with laurels completely, but if the mood strikes him, he will wear a hyacinth flower crown—of course, not in public.

Apollo has transfigured his lyre into a dark brown, acoustic guitar before mortal eyes, and he has some various other musical equipment. His bow wears the disguise of a simple pistol, still shooting fiery arrows of a different sort. And, instead of healing herbs, Apollo keeps some aspirin and ibuprofen around the house.

Personality:

Apollo, per his patronage, enjoys music, poetry, studying at universities, partying, dancing, and human activities. He likes to perform at local venues as a one-man band, a DJ, or a slam poet, and when he isn't taking classes at the university, he's active in the community and attends various social events, namely college parties and dances. Sometimes he will include his say among opinions at public hearings, and he tends to linger around coffee shops and libraries. He wants for law and society to be just, fair, and tolerant, and he seeks an active and energetic lifestyle with never a dull moment. Apollo himself is known to be competitive, and he plays sports like casual ultimate frisbee and basketball, things that he did not exist until after the Greek gods 'retired.'

He has a strong sense of morality and sees the line between good and evil, right and wrong, if it exists. Apollo, who once gifted people with the power of divination and made oracles of men, has an extensive capacity for wisdom and knowledge and excels in scholarly pursuits. On the negative side of things, he has a taste for attractive youths and nymphs, and he feels drawn to them. His romantic pursuits, though charming, can sometimes land him in trouble if he chooses to get involved over his head. He reacts pensively and wrathfully against insults aimed at his mother or at the mentions of past trauma and tragedy, especially the losses of Hyacinthus, Cyparissus, and Daphne.

Apollo pushes a lot of negative thoughts and emotions to the back of his mind, an unhealthy habit that sometimes blows up, and he takes a positive demeanor to replace most negativity. As such, he is a source of joy and views mankind with a happy disposition, thinking mankind one of the most adorable curiosities of the world and seeing humans as invaluable sources of good vibes. Apollo admires just and fairness in law and society, and as said, he pursues a sociable and wild livelihood with numerous friends and lovers and dislikes intolerance, boredom, and crime.

His usual mood is relaxed, and he is typically bubbly and flirtatious, especially around mortals. Apollo speaks with a silvery voice that lilts, and he makes use of modern slang and speech patterns, dropping old modes of conversation in favor of casual, human ones. He is best summed up as a coolheaded, approachable extrovert, and he fears mankind's end and the loss of mortals dear to him. He is motivated by that desire for order, charity, and love in his deep will to protect mankind, especially the youth. The greatest mystery of a god who knows many things, however, is his constant questioning of his purpose.

Immortal Abilities:

Apollo, as a god, represented the confluence of numerous elements, and one could argue that his powers intersected in many places with the domains of other gods. He rules over oracles and knowledge, sun and light, plague and healing, music and poetry, and art and archery. His attunement with sun and light sometimes overlaps with Helios's, his prowess with plague and healing he gave to his son Asclepius. Of course, Apollo's powers are not to be diminished, for in many regards he is still an effective commander of these attributes. He could gift mortals with the powers of divination, he could learn just about anything, and he could spin melodies that rivaled those of the muses themselves. And Apollo, though not as good as his sister Artemis, could shoot an arrow like a skilled woodsman.

Mortal Abilities:

Apollo plays mesmerizing tunes on his guitar and his other musical implements. They can sometimes induce human actions and rouse people to their feet, but that reaction is expected when he plays music with such talent and fervor that easily bests any musician. His ability to make oracles of men and women is nearly diminished, and the most he can predict at this point are the lottery numbers and the outcomes of extremely minor events. His skill as a doctor and a healer never truly faded, and he continues to effectively heal some nasty wounds and bad fevers—but that doesn't necessarily mean he knows how to cure cancer or anything to that effect. This skill normally entails his awareness of modern medicine and botany and is the remnant of his ancient power to heal grievous injuries.

He can read through books with great speed, he has a good understanding of things like law and science, and he knows much about history and art. That too is expected from Apollo, who had much time to learn of those things and lived through the eras in which those things occurred. The general consensus is still that he can learn whatever he puts his mind to. He has a little bit of charm in him and can seduce men and women alike—although men must come easier to him than women do, seeing his history of female rejection and wasted pursuit.

Miscellaneous:

N/A.

History:

In the ages after the tri-faced God seated himself as the ruler of all, Apollo integrated into the world of mankind and hid his identity as a god from mortals, less to avoid garnering support and more to avoid incurring rejection and trouble. From century to century, he took on a great multitude of countless identities in each period of history from the days when God first established his reign until the modern era. Each era became more and more exciting than the one before it, and the one which Apollo most comfortably settled in was the one which was furthest in time from the time of his origin. Since the exodus of the Greek and Roman pantheons, Apollo grew closer to mankind and further from the gods, and he spent more and more time isolated from the gods he once shared Olympus with. He only maintained contact with his sister Artemis and his mother Leto, and the rest of the gods he spoke nothing to because of his favor upon mankind.

During the late 20th century, Apollo took two primary identities. First, he lived as a teenager living in post-World War II Germany and used the name Niklas Holtzer. In that time period he witnessed the reunification of Germany, a land he had known since it was the Holy Roman Empire, in 1991, and he saw the rise of modern Germany, a center of economy and industry in the European Union. After reunification, Apollo left for the Philippines and took the name Ulan Locaylocay. He stayed there briefly from 1991 to 1995, when he lived as a college student and worked as a midwife.

The period of time that he spent in the Philippines was an enlightening experience for Apollo, but he disliked the traditional values of Filipino society and made the decision to leave when he finally grew bored of the land. Finally, in 1995, Apollo moved to the United States with the rise of Filipino immigration to other parts of the world, and he and Artemis shared an apartment in New York, where Apollo made a hobby out of music and came to local fame as a DJ and music artist and where Apollo studied at New York University. In the US, Apollo fell in love with the culture of the young, fresh Millennial generation and built what he intended to be a permanent life there in New York that lasted until 2015 when the call to godhood reached him.

[Ozymandeus]

Dionysus/Dynos

Dionysus

True name: Dionysus/Bacchus

Alias's: Dio, Dion, Big D, Mr. Good times, Senor Morado, Le Tigre, etc. Current: Dynos(Pronounced the same as Dennis.) "Denny" Delavigne.

Age: Chronological: At least 3,000 years, Appearance: around 25.

Gender: Male

Pantheon/Faith: Greek/Roman

Godly Appearance: A lithe, impossibly good looking(if somewhat feminine) olive skinned young man with purple eyes and long dark somewhat curly hair, wearing a dark purple toga with a leopard skin draped over the left shoulder. On his head is a wreath of grape vines, with smaller grape vines around his wrists and ankles. He carries a long staff called a Thyrsus topped with a pine cone.

Earthly Appearance: The same physical features described above but toned down. Wears whatever is currently in style wherever he's at, though has a predilection for things with big cat patterns, usually tiger striped or leopard printed. Currently wearing skinny jeans, purple accented shoes, and a tiger striped silk shirt under a leather jacket.

Personality: Dionysus is one of the kinder Olympians. He has a generally laid back attitude and typically "goes with the flow" wherever it takes him. His outlook on humanity is that they never dropped the torch he passed them. Humans still drink all kinds of alcohol and are continually inventing and refining new drugs and things that expand the consciousness and lower inhibitions. In short, he hasn't minded as much that humans have mostly forgotten him because they haven't forgotten what he gavethem: A love of the party.

That being said, there are a few things that can incite his anger. He hates conservative ideology and prudes, basically anything or anyone that would stop people from partying and having sex with whoever they want to. He especially hates to see woman treated badly and forced to conform to society's rules because woman made up a large percentage of his former worshipers. Unkindness to strangers is another thing that gets on his nerves.

Mortal Skills: He's kept up with human ingenuity and and as a result he knows how to brew, vint, and distill virtually any kind of alcohol. Given the right materials he's also able to whip up most kinds of drugs as well, so it's safe to say he has a working knowledge of both chemistry, and agriculture. He's also not a pushover, he's been in countless bar fights and thus knows well enough how to defend himself.

In his current state he has very few powers, but he's still retained a bit of his godliness. He's functionally immune to hangovers, alcohol poisoning, overdose, addiction, and STDs. Further more, whenever he's somewhere with a party atmosphere, be it a bar, or a club, or a rave, etc. He exudes a kind of Aura on those around him. People in this area of effect find that their drinks taste better and are more potent, that music sounds better, and generally feel a somewhat decreased inhibition to forgetting their worries and enjoying the party.

Immortal Abilities: Invulnerability to mortal weapons. As a Wine god, Dionysus has a specific connection to his sacred plant, thus when he is at full power he's able to summon grape vines from virtually any surface to encircle, restrain, and strangle whatever he wishes. He also has a habit of turning people who displease him into animals, typically big cats or dolphins. Finally, in his godly form, the "Aura" he gives off is turned up to 11. Simply being around him is enough to cause mortals to break out into crazed revels and spontaneous orgies, and when he focuses it, he's able to inspire humans into frenzied rages where they literally tear his targets, or just each other, apart.

History: Dionysus's origins are subject to some speculation, even in myth. However most agree that he was born the son of Zeus and a mortal Princess. After finding out about her husband's indiscretion, Hera sowed the seeds of doubt in the princess's mind that the man she was seeing was actually Zeus. Thus She demanded that Zeus prove his godhood by appearing to him in his true form. Though reluctant, Zeus conceded to her wish, but the splendor of Zeus's godly form was too great and she was killed. Zeus then took the unborn Dionysus and sewed him to his thigh, so that he would survive till birth some months later. It is because of this that Dionysus carries the epithet "Twice Born".

Even with his mother's death Hera was not sated. After growing up and discovering grapes and wine, he was struck with madness by Hera and forced to wander the earth until he was cured by the Titaness Rhea, where upon he continued his wanderings, dwelling for some time in India, before returning to Greece introduce wine and found his sacred cults.

When the great age of the Greeks and Romans was drawing to an end, Dionysus, caught up in his revels, was one of the last to notice. As the power of the Roman Empire waned, their Emperors took solace in more and more decadence. the blessing of which Dionysus, now called Bacchus, was happy to oblige. When Dionysus finally did notice that his powers were nearly depleted he was only momentarily disheartened. Despite the rise of the more conservative Christianity being on the rise, Dionysus, having traveled in his youth, knew that the world was a large place, and that there was always a celebration happening somewhere.

So it went for a millennium after his fall, Dionysus traveled the world, lingering wherever there was a party to be found, and moving on when the culture changed to make it less fun. Now in the modern age he can still be found doing the same. Drawn to America in the 1960s by the socially and sexually liberated hippies, in the 21st century he travels the country appearing at the best parties, brewing his own popular beer and wine, and still having a good time.

[Krauxis]

Enki/Ea/Edgar K Irving

True Name: Enki/Ea

Aliases: (During biblical times) Ephraim of Assyria, (Modern/Current) Edgar K. Irving

Age: Over 5000 years old, appears in his late 50s

Gender: Male

Pantheon/Faith: Sumerian/Babylonian

Godly Appearance: An old man even in divine form, though strong of figure. Although his long salt-and-pepper beard is his most distinguishing feature, Enki also bears the wide shoulders of a craftsman, and the kind eyes of a father. Put simply, he looks like nothing short of everybody's Dad. He is muscular and fit, as he must be, and often shirtless, though he would wear scarves or other trailing scraps of cloth from his shoulders. These representated two rivers, the Tigris and the Euphrates, which give life to his people much like the Nile in Egypt. Aside from this, he often wore garments made of shimmering fish scales or the like to represent his status as lord of the waters. He carries no weapons, as he much prefers to deal with problems diplomatically, though he is rarely without fishing nets at his side, and is ofted depicted with a crown and the image of a double-helix snake, which would come to be oddly similar to human DNA.

Earthly Appearance: Still quite old, 'Edgar' has made many changes to adapt to the times (and due to the strains of his extraordinarily long life.) His greying beard is shaved short, though he still grows it in full and well-kept, and his eyes have lost some of their strength with age, lined as they are with kindly crow's-feet. He is still quite well-built and still looks fit and healthy, though he hunches over and complains about age-related health problems a lot. His hair is slicked back over a receding hairline and he often covers it with a flat cap since it has come back into style. He wears fashionable clothes, though he knows that what is fashionable for older and younger people is vastly different. In all weather he can be seen in a thick tweed jacket, longer than usual, reaching down to his knees, over top of a neutral button-up shirt and vest. He often pairs this ensemble with dark blue jeans in varying states of wear, as well as brown leather mocassins for a smart yet casual look. He walks with a wooden cane, though he doesn't expressly need one, and tends to wear glasses outdoors, though he doesn't really need those either.

Personality: Doting to those close to him, kindly and inviting to those who aren't, and quick to dispense this or that piece of advice to whoever will stick around to listen. As was his godly drive, he absolutely loves to dispense knowledge to anybody willing to learn, and above all else he respects young people with a passion for learning. Most people see him as a rambling old man who is stuck in the past, or a meddler who sticks his nose in everybody's business, and they might not be wrong to say so. He does have a tendency to be a control freak, and a meddler, and he can't stand people who willfully remain ignorant or refuse to fix their problems. As a god, he freely gave knowledge to humans, but he was also responsible for dividing the one tongue into many different languages.

While he generally loves people and desires to help them wherever he can, he has a strong belief that those who don't pursue knowledge and work hard get what they deserve in life. He is smug about this and likely to lecture people who he perceives as lazy (though he will end up splicing some advice into this lecture in the end anyway.) He also believes that humans should overcome hardship to prove their worth, because every obstacle is a challenge, and every challenge is a lesson. Because of this, he tends to keep his lessons cryptic and hidden, only to be revealed later (probably when it's too late to do any real good.) Aside from his role as a teacher, he is also an avid craftsman and artist, though less so than a dedicated artist deity. His artistry is less a talent and more a passion, pursuing art as an ideal, even if he isn't the best at it.

He tends to play the 'old man' card in any scenario that isn't comfortable for him for whatever reason, and often simply for humour. It's true that he has been around to see the rise and fall of basically everyone, but his health and mental acuity are actually still as good as could be expected, so to those that know him well, his complaints fall mostly on deaf ears (making him complain more.)

Mortal Skills/Abilities: Edgar has picked up a knack for quite a few trade skills over the years, learning everything from carpentry to painting to electrical work to vegetable farming. If it's an art, craft, or labour, he's dabbled in it. He's no expert at anything, however, as once he gets competent in something he tends to leave it behind for something newer and more exciting. If anything has carried over from his time as a deity, it's only his passion for helping others, his pride as a teacher. That is why he amasses skills under his belt, so that he can pass them down to others. Everything he has to his name has been acquired through mortal means - there is nobody left who remembers an old man like him.

Immortal Skills/powers/abilities: As a deity, Enki's powers were varied, as well as somewhat vague. Most strongly connected with the element of water (and thus life) he was responsible for bringing the water of life to his people. Because of this root connection to 'giving life' he was also associated with fertility, knowledge, craftsmanship, all sorts of things. For many, he was the deity who represented masculinity and fatherhood. He was the creator and ruler of all knowledge as well as language, able to bring understanding or chaos to individuals or whole tribes. He is able to pull water from the earth itself, or bring rain to a scorching farm in need. He has no particular abilities that might help him in combat, but his skill at diplomacy is legendary. Of course, all of these powers are lost to him.

History: As old as written history, Enki has witnessed the rise and fall of countless civilizations, including his own people. By the time the Greek pantheon rose to power, he was already walking the earth as Ephraim of Assyria, mostly devoid of his former powers, but still trying to enact his role just the same as he did when he was a primary deity. For an immense span of time, he wandered the Mediterranean and Asia, learning the new languages and cultures he came across, and making a living as a farmer, craftsman or fisherman, as necessity dictated. As the Greeks and Romans rose to power and philosophy became prominent, he moved to the empire and began a philosophical career, spreading knowledge where he could, and leaving little trace of himself behind when he moved on to a different area. He has held conversations with Socrates, Plato, Archimedes, and more, revelling in the deep insight he was able to gain from these free thinkers. He stayed in Rome for much of the life of Jesus Christ, hearing what this man had to say, and watching as the people around him were changed by his words and deeds. Though this interested him greatly, it wasn't his place to get swept up in every new religion that came along, and he would continue to question anybody he came across. However, it soon came to be a heated time in the empire, and there was little tolerance for a free thinker like him to stay around in this time of religious chaos. He resumed his wandering, spending much of his time throughout Asia where philosophy was still strongly valued.

He would wander between Asia and Europe for ages, never staying in one place for long (as his lifespan would become suspicious if he did.) As civilization became more and more refined and culture boomed and grew with the rise of monotheism, and Christianity spread through many of the lands he frequented, he changed his name to Edgar K Irving, officially hailing from Britain (or Britannia, depending on how far back you go.) When the Renaissance came, Edgar was overjoyed. This was a huge cultural boom, a time for artistry and free thought not seen in the west since ancient times. He travelled throughout Europe during this era, observing the growth of art, philosophy, religion, as well as new science and technology. There was never a more fascinating time in his life than this period, as though he had hit a second youth. Until the rise of the modern era, Edgar pursued artists and craftsmen like Leonardo da Vinci, spending as much time as possible picking their brains to see how these interesting people viewed the world.

Then, in the indolent modern era, with technology rising as it did, Edgar found a calling that he never had before, not since ancient times. He found a fascinating woman and fell in love. Everyone was becoming so much smarter so much faster with the rise of the internet, and she was a sly, driven woman. Her name was Marianne, and she had also spent much of her life seeking knowledge. By age 40 she had founded her own archaeological company, and achieved a Master's degree in archaeology, ancient history, philosophy, law, and sociology. "In this age where everybody's getting smarter and the spread of information is free, perhaps it is time to plant roots," thought Edgar, and that is exactly what he did. He got together with Marianne and they bought a house in London, adopting one daughter, named Dawn. For twenty years Edgar focused much of his time to raising his daughter while Marianne went to work or school. Neither of them lacked for money, so living in London was no problem, even if Edgar stayed home and tended the house and family. Now Marianne is 60 and retired, and Dawn is off in college studying graphic design. It should be a happy, peaceful life, but the guilt gnaws at Edgar's soul. He has watched his wife grow old, and his daughter grow into an adult, but he has not changed in twenty years. His family accepts it as a blessing from his genetics, but in another twenty years, what then? What is there to even say? What happens when his family is in the ground, and he is still alive? Can he just continue his lifestyle as a vagrant in times like these?

Filled with mixed feelings of guilt and fulfillment, Edgar feels the pull, the call to go to Athens. It is not strong, but it is constant. Will something happen there? Are those where his answers lie? It is too late to reclaim his lost power, and he's not interested in doing so at this point, but if that is where the so-called 'meaning of life' lies, if that is where his answers can be found, then he must go, no matter the cost. After telling his family he is going on a short vacation (he was known to them as a sort of impulsive and quirky old man, after all,) Edgar packed up his travelling gear and bought a plane ticket to Athens. If what takes place there is not his story, then fine. But surely something can be learned there, even so. He would have a role to play, and he would find his answers, even if he had to squeeze blood from a stone to do so.

Miscellaneous: His family is still very active in various communities. They are his rock, and what currently anchors him to this world. They may be helpful to him in the future for various reasons, but he cares about them almost too deeply. They are his stability, but also the root of his unstable thoughts. It is unclear what role they might play in this journey, but it is clear that whatever Edgar does, he does it with them in mind.

[Sloth]

Hephaestus/Vulcan/Harry Smith

True Name: Hephaestus, otherwise known as Vulcan

Alias: Harold 'Harry' Smith

Age: Circa 3000, appears roughly 34

Gender: Male

Pantheon: The Twelve Olympians (Greco-Roman)

Godly Appearance:

In the old days of classical Greece, Hephaestus was the epitome of a man who was forged by the hammer and anvil; gray eyes that seemed to flicker like the embers of a fire, arms the size of small tree trunks, a barrel-chested torso and skin that seemed to be eternally covered in a coat of ash, but never burned. Truly a beast of a man as far as his upper body was concerned. Hephaestus retained a full head of brown hair kept at medium length to accompany a similarly cropped beard. In stark contrast to the rest of his burly physique, Hephaestus was born with a lame and limp left foot, and because of this was often ridiculed by his fellow Olympians as deformed and imperfect. Though he crafted masterwork jewelry for his fellows, Hephaestus garbed himself in a simple tunic, befitting his nature as a simple smith at heart.

As the blacksmith of the Gods and lord of the Forge, Hephaestus was never seen without his omnipresent hammer, with which he crafted innumerable artifacts of Greco-Roman legend. From the divine palaces and thrones of Olympus, to massive mechanical automatons, to the armor and weapons of some of the greatest heroes of mythology and the chains that bond Prometheus. Truly, it was said that if it could be imagined, Hephaestus could create it, no matter how impossible.

Earthly Appearance:

Hephaestus has been a humble man since his birth on Mount Olympus, and this has translated to his time amongst humanity, taking the appearance of a man roughly in his 30s. Though he still has to walk with the aid of a cane, Hephaestus still retains the physical features where one might confuse him with a bear if it weren't for his leg. As far as "fashion" is concerned, Hephaestus dresses like one might suspect a lumberjack would, with thick flannel shirts and jeans covered in soot to go with a simple pair of workman's boots. While he hasn't bothered to change anything cosmetic such as hair color and the like, Hephaestus' eyes have taken on a more soot like coloration. While considered rather plain by his fellow immortals, Hephaestus has sort of a gruff attractiveness when it comes to humanity, despite his not actively seeking out mortal consorts.

Most noticeably, Hephaestus' only extravagant adornment in his mortal form is his cane. This is more than likely due to its true nature as the smith God's hammer. Fastened with ornate black leather, the handle of Hephaestus' cane takes the form of, what else would you expect, a hammer. As for the rest of his artifacts, the automatons of his former abode seem to have been replaced by custom built automobiles and marvelously crafted computer rigs.

Personality:
Hephaestus is one of the less remarkable of the Gods in terms of pure, raw force of personality. He's loyal to his fellows, a faithful husband, and generally does whatever is asked of him. He is known as something of the introvert amongst larger than life personas on Mount Olympus, with simple machinations and desires. It would not be inaccurate to say Hephaestus simply wishes to be left alone with his hammer and anvil to create wonders unimaginable, but that is not to say he is without wroth, even if he has only shown his rage an extremely few amount of times and at the expense of a very specific trio of the Olympian brood.

As far as the mortal realm is concerned, Hephaestus always considered it a great curiosity that piqued his interest a number of times, and was one of the most active Olympians on Earth not only during the age of heroes, but after their fall from power. Hephaestus has great pride in humanity's ingenuity and creative spirit and has often sought out some of mankind's greatest minds for acquaintance; from Daedalus to da Vinci and Carnegie.

Godly Abilities:
As the patron god of blacksmiths and artisans it can be expected that Hephaestus was considered the greatest smith in existence during the Greeks' time at the top of the food chain, and taught humanity, along with Athena, the finer arts of civilization. From Hermes' Helmet and Helios' chariot to the armor of Achilles and staff of Agamemnon, Hephaestus has personally crafted a large number of the greatest artifacts in Greek legend. Outside of his limitless divine artifacts and smithing skill, Hephaestus is also associated with the element of fire, especially when in conjunction with the raw force of nature known as volcanoes, which happen to be named after him.

Mortal Abilities:
In his ageless mortal form, Hephaestus has probably suffered the least amount of power withdrawal of the Olympians. While he can no longer craft hulking automatons or forcibly erupt dormant volcanoes, Hephaestus is still one of the brightest and technologically ingenious minds on Earth, capable of conversing on the complexities of computer code just as easily as the building of automobiles. Though incapable of producing fire, Hephaestus is practically immune to its negative effects, and can capably work a forge without the need of gloves or safety equipment.

Miscellaneous:

• Hephaestus has the rare distinction as being one of few Olympians not born out of wedlock, seeing as he's one of few children born directly to Zeus and Hera. The most notable of his fellows of course being his brother, Ares.
• Hilariously enough, out of the Olympian deities, Hephaestus is by far one of the least adulterous, with only one notable bastard known as Ericthonius. Other than this instance, Hephaestus has been surprisingly faithful to his cuckolding wife.

History:
After the fall of the Greco-Roman pantheon to the monotheistic religions of the Jews, Christians and Muslims, Hephaestus found it incredibly easy to integrate himself into human society, though he has maintained contact with whatever members of his extended family have sought him out, and perhaps due to his own naivety, he has sent a few gestures of good will to his divine wife over the centuries.

Humanity was always in need of innovators, and unlike the Olympians, they wouldn't ridicule one for a simple limp in his left leg. Hephaestus moved from one role to the next with no difficulty, whether it be as an Italian inventor during the Renaissance to a number of English Industrialists in his personal favorite era of humanity, the Industrial Revolution. Many designs were perfected by Hephaestus during this time. Steam Engines, the Bessemer Converter, the Telegraph, even early cameras and cars. Odds are if you know what it is even to this day, Hephaestus had a hand in it.

While one would expect Hephaestus to amass quite the fortune during the explosion of mankind's technology and industry, he always seemed to be a genius behind the curtain. His joy came from the creation of machines, not from the gathering of wealth. Seeing as the industrial seat of power was rapidly shifting towards the United States, Hephaestus immigrated there midway through the 19th century, and swiftly ingrained himself in a circle that included the likes of Andrew Carnegie, John D. Rockefeller, and Cornelius Vanderbilt. He has remained there ever since, taking up residence under a number of aliases anywhere from Pittsburgh, to Detroit, to the Big Apple itself.

Hephaestus hit something of a lull after World War II and his part in the Manhattan Project. He lived something of a normal life as a local handyman until he saw another technological revolution underway, this time in the form of a shift from analog and mechanical technology to the digital format. In no time, Hephaestus found himself being a project lead at Microsoft during the production of the Windows Operating System and a programmer of the Apple II. Since then Hephaestus has become a renowned university professor and part time mechanic. With the urge to return to Greece overwhelming him, Hephaestus has made his way to the Olympians' ancestral homeland, though he can't say he's looking forward to the family reunion.

[Undine]

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[Apokalipse]

Hekate/Katherine

True Name:

Hekate

Alias:

Katherine Endicott

Detests being called by diminutive names such as Kat or Kathy

Age:

Around 3,000|Appears 24

Gender:

Female

Pantheon/Faith:

Greek

Godly Appearance:

Somehow, through time, Hekate’s appearance has been convoluted in legends as that of an old hag. Conversely, when Hekate was in the prime of her worship, she was noted for her beauty and luminescence. Her straight locks were as black as the darkest time of night with stark crimson poppies intertwined with strands. The ebony tresses swing around her hips, seemingly silky and thick. She possesses no bangs and has a middle part, her hair falls like curtains on either side of her central face. Around her main head is a silver circlet with the chains embedded with tiny rubies that shimmer in the light, in the middle of her forehead is an oval, smooth blood diamond the size of a thumb with curling silver metal stemming away from the ruby. The silver designs are attached to a second chain that hangs down to the start of the bridge of her nose, decorated heavily with small rubies and diamonds. On both sides of the blood diamond are ruby-encrusted silver moons that face away, and are attached to the chain that swoops around her head and meets in the back. To add to her ethereal beauty, Hekate has pale skin that seems to shimmer in the moonlight and it stretches over a narrow, oval face with a sharp jaw and flat chin. Her nose is straight and long, the typical Greek statue nose, and her lips are downturned with rich ridges and a pointed cupid’s bow. Her round eyes are black and dull and seem to radiate an apathy that put off others.

However, the weirdest part of her appearance is undoubtedly the two extra heads that are placed to form a triangular form between the three. The head on the left had the white scales of a snake donning her cheeks and forehead as well as slitted eyes and a forked tongue. The head on the right was akin to a dog with large brown eyes and a black tinted nose and lips, as well as elongated canine teeth and a harsh, prominent brow. No jewelry is placed on these two heads and do not talk, but are noted to see everything.

Hekate typically wears a short white chiton with a peplos and himation placed over it paired with simple hunting boots. Hekate does not possess any notable weapons except for a willow staff with the head of a dog carved onto the top; she usually keeps it strapped to her back. She is often seen carrying around a lit torch with her, even during the daylight.

Earthly Appearance:

As a human, Hekate had her hair parted to the right and the left side completely shaved off, with only a little bit of stubble left. Instead of the silken and sleekness of her godly tresses, Hekate’s hair is seen as unkempt with a slight amount of grease and tangles. Long side-swept bangs have been added, curving around her temple and rejoining her hair and what was once ebony is now a deep died maroon color. She has a diamond-shaped head with a strong jaw and a slightly-pointed chin. Her eyes are small and a light blue color and a dabble of brown by the pupil. They are almond shaped and shrewd-looking, giving her a sly appearance like a snake. Her nose is pert and pointed, but her nostrils are rather wide, making her nose look slightly disproportionate to the rest of her face. Hekate has thin, twisted lips, with the right side higher up than the left, and her cupid’s bow is narrow and undefined. While she is still pale compared to others, she is certainly more tan than she was before with a light pink-peach coloration that makes her look awkward when wearing yellow or other light colors. Her skin has been inked with tattoos, as well: on her left arm is a viper twisting around until the head ends at her shoulder, rearing back to bite; on her right shoulder is a rabid dog, frothing at the mouth; on her right thigh is a horned owl perched on a branch and a simple key hanging from its talons; a large willow tree starts at the bottom of her back and leans towards the left, following the outline of the edge of her back, before the trunk stops at the top of her back and the branches begin to expand towards the right of her body; a bed of poppies, keys, and black stars start at the top of her hip on her side and extend down to the outside of her left thigh.

Hekate is prone to wearing ripped jeans, boots and heels, ripped shirts, and leather jackets. She tends toward the “punk” side of clothing and usually dons smoky eye makeup with nude lipstick. Both ears are studded with three silver earrings, her bellybutton is pierced, and she has a nose stud.

Personality:

The Distant One. Many don’t see anything good with Hekate; she is morally loose, ruthless, and apathetic. Hekate’s sense of morality is skewered; while she understands what is wrong and what is right, she takes it upon herself to do the wrong thing in order to punish those who did wrong as well. Ruthless in this sense, she has been known to butcher murderers and rapists, sees death as the only justifiable punishment, and is undeniably cruel. She is emotionally distant, never batting an eye at people’s suffering, especially if she believes if they deserve it, and she never seems to be angry or sad or happy or surprised. Just apathetic, stone-faced, ready. This apathy she radiates causes fear amongst people; they see it as a preparedness to do anything to justify her needs. Even when she was worshipped, it was done so through fear as the Greeks were terrified that they would be punished if they did not offer her anything. Despite her punishment of wrongdoers, it has been noted that she has done evil as well. Matter of fact, most see Hekate as a source of evil and encourages it through her witchcraft. Through her time, she has cursed women for no reason and murdered men for pleasure. However, there is more to the infernal goddess that many do not see.

In reality, Hekate is a woman of knowledge. As a witch, she is in tune with the balance of good and evil and understands that it is her duty to keep it balanced. She understands that good and evil must both exist for the world to keep on spinning and so she maintains this balance by instigating evil as well as diminishing it. What most do not understand is that, even though her face is carved of stone, she possesses a soft heart. Hekate is protective of the weak – or perceived weak - and misunderstood as she was once seen as a weak and is still misunderstood. She often stands guard over women at night, in order to protect them from harm, and has a deep maternal instinct that causes her to watch over newborns as well. Her role as a balance has taken its toll and Hekate often finds herself in dark thoughts and wallowing, leading to midnight walks and seclusion.

Hekate is deeply independent and values her solitude, often going to lengths to avoid others. She finds reliance and dependence on others as feeble and never asks for help or advice. When asked, she usually never offers her help unless it is entirely necessary and involves her deep-set loyalty to the world. Because of her preference for solitude, she is not the friendliest person and instead is full of biting remarks and a rough bluntness that puts people off. Hekate owes loyalty to no one except for the greater good of mankind and will sacrifice anyone she has to in order to protect Earth, even herself. Hekate generally favors humans over deities and is much more lenient of their presence than a fellow god. She sees her fellow pantheon as too indulgent and hedonistic.

Mortal Skills/Abilities:

Despite her powers being taken away, she still retains knowledge of several herbs and their uses. She put this to use by pursuing medical knowledge, both human and veterinary. She is an avid gardener and picked up skills in flower arranging, once being a botanist. An art that she has picked up is calligraphy and she has become quite good at it. Even as a mortal, people still seem to find her unnerving and tend to avoid her.

Immortal Skills/powers/abilities:

Hekate is, overall, the goddess of witchcraft and is proficient in making potions and casting spells, though she seems to favor curses. She was also able to turn invisible; when invisible, only dogs could see her. Hekate is able to manipulate another’s dream and many times she would send a human a dream in order to guide them.

Miscellaneous:

Has picked up several calming hobbies:

-Bonsai tree cutting
-Art collecting
-Calligraphy
-Flower Arranging
-Chess

She is also very close to Persephone and Hades
Her dog, Hekabe, was once a queen that Hekate transformed into a dog to prevent her suicide

History:

After the dispersion of the Greek pantheon, Hekate found it easy to settle with mankind, even relieving. At first, she didn’t know what she wanted to do and roamed the world by herself for a decade before she settled. She refused contact from her godly ex-colleagues, even from Persephone and Hades, and instead focused on rebuilding a new life for herself. However, she did keep her she-dog familiar, Hekabe. She embraced a life without the Greek pantheon and forced herself to start a social life amongst humans. Over the years, she met several acquaintances before deciding that the social butterfly life was not for her.

Around World War I, Hekate lived in England under the name of Rina Abney. There, she met a man by the name of Christian Bristow. He was handsome and, though she had her reservations at first, Hekate fell head over heels for him. It was the first time, surprisingly, that Hekate had ever been in love and, perhaps, that is why she never saw the signs. After two years of dating, though there was a bit of a hiatus when Christian went to war, Hekate was prepared to marry him, even though she knew she would outlive him. Despite knowing it was considered weird and untraditional, Hekate had bought a ring and was going to propose to him: she, after all, hated traditions. And yet, she knew she should not have been so optimistic. She should have expected to walk in on him and another woman, she should have noticed that Lily wasn’t “just a friend,” but she had let herself fall. Hekate never felt so enraged before in her many years of life. It was only natural that she would kill the bastard and his whore. After that incident, Hekate made it a point to close out everyone in her life even more than before.

In order to secure her seclusion, Hekate moved next to a graveyard near London. Amongst some of her jobs, she was a stripper, a drug dealer, a mortician, a graveyard keeper, a regular doctor (which only lasted three months), and a nurse (which lasted several years). She started medical school once more, though she had done it multiple times already, and secured a job in the morgue at a police department. She had many jobs over the years, but being a Medical Examiner seemed to stick with her. When the call for her to gather with her fellow gods came, Hekate nearly lost control out of exasperation and she had half a mind to ignore it, but in the end, she didn’t.