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Nico, Communicator of Hades

[ BASICS ]

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[ NAME ]
Nicodemus Apostolos Dimitriou

[ AGE ]
22

[ GENDER ]
Male

[ COMMUNICATOR OF ]
Hades

[ MYTHOLOGY OF (YOUR GOD) ]
Lord of the Underworld, God of Wealth. Ruler of what lies below, Hades is an important god in Greek Mythology. He ruled their afterlife and it matter not if you were saint or sinner, rich or poor, a great hero or a coward. All were equal in death, and after Thanatos reaped your soul, and Charon delivered it to the gates, you would be judged. They say his palace is lined with the richest of jewels and gemstones, a bright spot in the dark Underworld for the woman he loved above all else, Persephone.

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[ APPEARANCE ]

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[ PHYSIQUE ]
Nico is well built, taking great care to his health and well-being. Despite being tall, he easily escapes notice as he doesn't appear to stand out with any notable features. However below the silken shirts lies a body heavily bejewelled and tatooed. His body is his greatest canvas and his back and chest are covered in ink. His back tattoo is of a large dragon clutching a globe and his front is a yin and yang depiction of two great wyrms, one of flesh and the other in bone. His hair is a dark brown, his eyes piercing steel.

[ HEIGHT / WEIGHT ]
6'2/205

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[ PERSONALITY ]

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[ PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION ]
Nico in public s reserved, elegant and composed. He is full of sarcasm and sharpened wit, prefering to say as little as possible but always with passion. He is an ecellent diplomat, his view fair and just and a firm believering in saying the truth or nothing at all. He despises those who publicly flaunt their wealth, spending his time helping those who need it.

In private, Nico shows off his creative passion, his flair for artistry and design. He does not fully hold to his parent's beliefs, having seen the world and researched a lot on the topics he could. He is active in his community, helping out where he can, to seek justice and promote change. His downside, however, is that he suffers agoraphobia, making being in large crowds very uncomfortable for Nico.

[ LIKES / DISLIKES ]
Likes: Movies, Art, Reading by the fireplace
Dislikes: Crowded spaces, Cities, loud noises, Arrogance

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[ BIOGRAPHY ]

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[ Place of Origin ]
Portofino, Italy

[ BIO ]
Born to a rich family embroiled in politics and statescraft, Nicodemus is the youngest of seven sons. Born almost a midnight, the midwife noted that "there was a dark aura about this boy". And it seemed to be true. Less outspoken than his brothers, he seemed to have inherited his mother's artistic talent and eye for beauty. He was placed in the arts from a young age, but that dark shadow remained. It became known that he could find rare and valuable jewels by just combing the beachside, but the people the child gave them to tended to, pass on soon after.

It became noticeable when he had drawn a picture of his grandfather, one that replaced the elderly man's head with a skull, he had predicted the death that happened only hours after handing it too the man. His father would have called the priest if it hadn't been for Nico's mother Adromeda telling him it would look bad for their image. Instead, he was sent to a private school where he would be out of the public eye.

Nico's predictions only gained accuracy and depth as he grew his artistic talent. Images of the dead and damned were his main medium, a macabre scene as he would predict the deaths of those around him with a unsettling degree of accuracy. No one could explain how it worked, only that Nico's "gift" was unwanted. After predicting the death of one of the more abusive deans of the school, the man took the problem in his own hands and attempted to murder the teen, attempting to drown him in the nearby lake.

This event was foiled by a something he could never forget. As his head was held under the water, he saw a large serpent swimming close by. Passing the boy, it struck the Dean, the massive beast pulling him under the water as Nico was freed. The black scaling was noticable to him as he swore its face had a bony skull pattern. The man perished as another instructor had finally found them, seeing the events taking place and pulling Nico to safety. He had passed out due to shock and was hospitalized for a week, his father threatening to sue the institution for the assualt.

The boy would repress his ability as best as he could, fearing what would happen if something like that happened again, eventually becoming a near recluse. He turned his art inward, drawing on his body before getting tattoos and piercings. His father let him, as his mother was adamant that her baby boy get whatever he wanted, as he didn't cause problems like their other sons. His father let it go, seeing as it got the boy out of the family estate once in a while.

Nico involved himself in the online community, seeing it as a coping mechanism for his fear of the public. It wouldn't be until the next big family funeral that he saw him. The man, whose dark pale skin and blue eyes pierced directly into his soul. No one seemed to notice them as the man motioned for him to follow him. Eager to leave the crowded room that was giving him so much anxiety, the man merely smiled knowingly as he led the young man towards the sea.

"You know who I am, young one?"

Nico nodded. "You're Death. I've... Seen you. Every time..."

The man chuckled, despite his cold exterior the voice was full of loving mirth and encouragement. "No, child. I am not Death. He does work under me, yes. I am Hades. The Lord of the Underworld. And you were born to be my voice, my presence in the world. We call them Communicators." He stopped on the pier. "You have a gift. I see your trepidation, Nicodemus. It is a gift. The Moirai don't give such things lightly. You have a greater purpose. And much will be expected of you." The God placed his helm in the young man's hands. "I will guide you as much as I can, but there rules even I dare not cross. Wait for my call, my child."

[ REASON FOR CHOICE ]

Death is the great equalizer, but even he has some preference. Hades chose Nico because of his ability and sense of judgement. He firmly believe that the boy can live up to his expectation and become greater than he is now. All one needs is a small push in the right direction. Hades is the Great Judge, and Nico refuses to see an injustice pass him by.

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[ POWERS ]

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[ RELICS / FAMILIARS ]

Helm of Darkness: The Helm of darkness was crafted by the Hekatónkheires, the Hundred Handed Ones, as payment for freeing them from the Pit of Tartaros. It allows it's wielder to be completely invisible and undetectable by all, even the Gods. With a secondary ability to change it's shape, Nico wears it as a necklace, it's ability allowing him an excellent escape from any situation or combat. It's secondary ability allows him to instill absolute terror upon his targets, causing the weak-willed to outright perish from Fear.

Skotadi: Skotadi is a black hellhound, currently a year old pup that protects and guards Nico. He is the equivilent of a guard and therapy dog, helping him out when needed. Skotadi(Greek for Shadow), has the ability to Shadow-walk, and he can sense the dead. Like most hounds he is an excellent tracker, being able to find escaped souls and living beings alike.

Hades' Bident A bident made of Celestial Bronze(Oricalcum), this weapon has the ability to conjure Greek Fire, a green flame that can burn nearly anything, even underwater. It is reportedly unbreakable. Nico can freely summon the weapon from his shadow.

[ POWERS ]

From Dust to Dust: All things come from the earth, and will one day return. Being the Lord of Death and What Lies Below, Tunnels and the riches of the Earth are easy to find, and he will never get lost underground, always being able to find or create a path to the surface. What lies int he tunnels he does not yet have the ability to sense outside of riches or artifacts of power.

All that Glitters: Wealth is one of Hades' aspect, showing itself in Nico's ability to summon gems from the ground beneath him. These objects are heavily magical, and impact those that take them through their flaws. The pure, however, see only fortune come to them through the gems, often coming upon a great luck for a short period. The jewels act as a form of judgement test, revealing the hearts of the holder.

Lord of the Grave and Damned: Nico has the ability to perceive Death, giving him visions of those close to passing on. Upon determining that they are close to the grave, Nico can see into the soul of the person, bearing witness to their full extent of life lived, and whether their soul leans towards the Dark or Light. Additionally, he also has the ability to call to the deceased by giving an offering of food and drink, Nico can summon the spirits of the dead and commune with them, seeking their aid. Whether they help or not is up to them.

[ INVOCATION ]



The Invocation would open a portal directly to the throne of the Lord of the Underworld. Skeletal hands would erupt from the ground all around Nico as his skin begins to pale and flake off as Hades takes control. Blue soulfire would erupt from his eyes, as the bones would form his armor. Standing taller than three men, his might would shake the very earth as the dead would begin to rise. His faithful hound, Cerberus, would be unleashed upon the unfortunate souls who dared cross him. At his left, Thanatos, and his right would stand Dread Persephone.

[ OTHER INTERESTS/SKILLS ]

Artist: Nico is a passionate artist, loving to draw and partake in photography of nature. His interest, due to his innate abilities, are of the macabre, but they always seem hopeful outside his prophetic visions.

Statescraft: Even with his agoraphobia, he is an excellent debater, able to persuade with his reason and will.

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[ MISC. ]

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[ BIRTHDAY / SIGN ]
February 29th/Pisces

[ SEXUAL PREFERENCE ]
Pansexual

[ MUSIC/MOVIE/BOOK/GAME TYPE ]
Favorite genre of music is Film Scores, favorite everything else is Fantasy.

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Mazorn was positively giddy. "I'm half Canadian. He did meet me in our ancestral home, while I was hiking. As for why he chose me, he mentioned something about 'repairing past mistakes' of which I have theories on but until I see him and kick his behind, I won't have figured out." He moved closer, motioning the other man to continue through the cave. "I'm as real as they come, I'm afraid." He patted the other man's shoulder. "Ysmir's beard you're nearly frozen... Hmm.."

He slammed Gungnir into the ground, the spear brightening slightly as it stood as he let go of the shaft. Reaching up to the tip, mazorn grimaced as he drew a bit of blood from his hand and motioned for Torbjørn's arm. "Uruz Raidho Gebo. I give you a measure of my strength for the road ahead. That should keep you." He picked up his spear again before continuing forward.

Himinn leapt off his shoulder and aligted on a rock nearby. The bird scanned the area, as if seeing something the others couldn't. Use to it by now Mazorn kept walking. If the raven had something to say, he would let them know. "So, what part of the homeland are you from, friend? Or is it son. Gods this whole thing is weird. Odin barely explained it and just told me that I would be hunted and needed to ready myself. Did Lord Baldr let you know of anything? My sight of the palace is being blocked since it's got some sort of barrier on it, but I think I saw the Bifrost."

Using the light from his spear's evoked rune, Mazorn checked the corners they passed by. He had gone spelunking a few times before, but it wasn't something he did regularly.

@tokkiya

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It was supposed to be just a short hike through the mountains, he said. It would be easy, he said. But the dumb god failed to mention that there would be monsters. He wasn't afraid of them, no. It was just... How many of these were out an about?

"It's part of the job to make sure they don't become too much of a problem." The gods voice spoke smoothly from the mouth of the raven that alighted on his shoulder. "You have a ways yet. And as you cannot yet tame Slepnir, you are stuck walking."

"The bloody spider legged horse nearly threw me into the sea!" Mazorn grunted. "I'm fine with the cold. I'm from the North as it is." He reached the spot where he had thrown his spear. "Ugh... Gross." He shook his head as he pulled it free from the draugr. "These old zombies smell worse than a high school boy's locker room and their blood is literally rotten. That makes sixteen. A lot of people must die here... Or worse... Someone's raising them."

"Well then, you'll have to... Get a closer look." The gods voice rumbled.

"Why don't you just come over here yourself? You did it before. When you..." Mazorn paused his walking. "Wait... I've seen this." He focused his eyesight further up the mountain. He pulled out his runes, the smoothed stones glittering softly as he awoke his power. He sought wisdom on the road ahead, to see what dangers might lie before him. "Ansuz Raidho Thurisaz." The runes in question rose up, their symbols forming int he air above them as they swirled together. "Show me the Path."

The snow seemed to freeze int he air as the power of the Wyrd was called upon. He willingly gave up a bit of his energy as the world opened around him. He could see Draugr, bears and harpies, but he was focused on something else. There was people. He could see one group facing off against harpies, and another around a large snake. "I think they have this under control but... There is a harpy hiding in wait."

Lifting Gungnir, the silvery gold spear shifted itself to fit perfectly balanced in his hand. He took aim, mentally targeting the harpy before letting loose, throwing the spear as hard as he could. He wasn't worried about intercept or theft. Gungnir was inordinately heavy and refused to work for anyone it didn't consider it's wielder. He watched the spear sway in the air, as if swimming, before it picked up speed and launched itself into the prey's head, pinning it in place before the spear returned to him just as swiftly, the man cursing and dodging the pointed end. "Rasshøl!" He picked himself up off the snow, shaking himself off.

He could practically feel Odin's mirth. "Perhaps you should instruct Gungnir to safely return to your hand, next time."

"When I get up there I'm challenging you to a Holmgang." He made it to the cave, noting the figure that had just entered. His vision tinged the man with a red-orange glow, like the beginning of sunrise. He could see how cold the man was and instantly evoked the rune for fire. While it burned within him already, keeping his own chills far away, it now quickly warmed the area around them.

"Hils, venn!" He called to the man, Gungnir glowing softly with the evoked rune, Kenaz, shimmering on it's point. The spear was as tall as Mazorn, the silvery wood shining with a golden tone. The shaft appeared both straight and wavy, the exact state imperceptible to the eye. The man holding it, however, seemed quite odd; as he was dressed in light winter gear, a gleeful expression on his face. "You seemed a bit cold. What brings you on this perilous journey, friend?" He quickly head over to the Torbjørn. "Oh don't give me that look, you have the Wyrd about you as well."

The raven on his shoulder ruffled it's feathers. "The son." It piercing gaze was directed at the other man, it's words clear and sonorous. The raven had a soft silvery glow in the darkness of the cave. "The Sun."

Tilting his head, Mazorn raised an eyebrow. "The Son... The-OH!" He clapped his hands together. "Baldur! That explains the glow!" The large man cackled with delight. The first one he'd met belonged to Odin's son! "Don't mind Himinn. He's an oddball. And as for my lack of winter attire, wolves don't need jackets. I'm Mazorn, Odin's Communicator."

@tokkiya

/ / H A L C Y O N / /

Mazorn, Communicator of Odin

The image appears to be bigger than I expected

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𝕸𝖆𝖟𝖔𝖗𝖓 𝕹𝖆𝖛𝖆𝖗𝖎

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[ BASICS ]

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[ NAME ]

Mazorn Ravari

[ AGE ]

26

[ GENDER ]

Male

[ COMMUNICATOR OF ]

Odin

[ MYTHOLOGY OF (YOUR GOD) ]

Odin, the Alfather is the Chief god of the Aesir in Norse Mythology. Famously known for having sacrificed his Eye for a drink of Mirmir's Well(rumored to have been the Well of Ur), he is the god of wisdom, healing, death, royalty, the gallows, knowledge, war, battle, victory, sorcery, poetry, frenzy, and the runic alphabet. He is known as a Trickster War God, and the father of several of the Aesir including Thor and Baldr.

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[ APPEARANCE ]

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[ PHYSIQUE ]

Standing at a modest 6'4", Mazorn is typically described as regal and imposing. He visibly tattooed, with the run Ansuz directly over his left eye. He is vell built, and keeps his beard and hair trimmed ad neat. His typical outfit is a shirt, a zipper hoodie and combat pants with black boots. When off in combat, he wears black leather fingerless gloves.

[ HEIGHT / WEIGHT ]
6'4/249

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[ PERSONALITY ]

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[ PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION ]

Mazorn is confident, studious and perceptive. He values instinct and reason, using his mind to solve his problems before using his brawn. He is a shrewd tactician, and stern. To his friends and family he is kind and caring, full of mirth and joy, and would do anything in his power to protect them. To him, family is everything and he doesn't take well to those threatening them.

As a Communicator of one of the Chief Gods, Mazorn is a bit unsure of his role. Odin leaves big shoes to fill and Mazorn had never imagined the world he was thrust into. He is dedicated to learning what his Gods can teach him. And while reverent, will give them a piece of his mind. Gods aren't perfect, and he knows it.

[ LIKES / DISLIKES ]

Likes: A good drink and company, knowledge, ravens, the wilderness and music
Dislikes: Debauchery, braggarts, those who harm others on purpose, failure

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[ BIOGRAPHY ]

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[ Place of Origin ]

Hometown: Toronto, Canada/Oslo, Norway(Dual Citizenry)
Place of Residence: Oxford University, England

[ BIO ]
Mazorn's birth was one of great conflict. His mother unfortunately perished in the birthing, and his father, a career military man, traveled often, so he had to stay with his grandparents. Fortunately he was well off, Mazorn's family both hailing from the Lower Upper class(Mother) and Upper Middle Class(Father). He split his time between the two families, his father visiting when he could.

Young Mazorn grew quickly, being one of the biggest kids in class. He sought out all forms of information, using his wit and guile to get him there, maintaining decent grades while using his family's affluence to find what he sought. His father made sure he could learn how to fight at a young age, alongside teaching him his family's practices as pagans.

Mazorn took to them well, becoming stout in their beliefs. He grew into a man, following the footsteps of his father as he enrolled himself in university. He chose to study at Oxford, to major in Philosophy and Mythology. He continued his practice, diving deeper into the lore of his gods, while learning about the great men and women of old. His teachers were pleased with his works, and after gaining his bachelor's he continued to study for his Master's.

It was at that time, Odin made himself known fully to Mazorn. Coming to him while he went backpacking on The Padjelanta Trail. He had taken the trip alone, seeking a short refuge from the busy life of his studies and to reconnect to nature. Odin visited him in both dreams, and in person, as an old hiker he met who kept him company for a night. When he fully revealed his intent, the young man was shocked, questioning the god about everything. Mazorn spent the whole night there, his eyes opening to that which was around him.

[ REASON FOR CHOICE ]
Odin explained to Mazorn that he had chosen him based on both his beliefs and Mazorn's thirst for knowledge and guile matched his own. He would have a strong Communicator in him, one who would readily dedicate his life to the endeavor. Odin appreciates those who use their wit and strength in the pursuit of that which is hidden, and he is equally amused in a Communicator who will clash his will against him. Knowledge, after all, is useless without application.

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[ POWERS ]

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[ RELICS / FAMILIARS ]
Mazorn was given Gungnir and Himinn. Gungnir, which means the Swaying One, never misses it's target and will always return to it's wielder. It's secondary property is to channel the god's divine powers, often utilizing the elements in his attacks. Himinn, translated to mean heaven, sees into the hearts of men and beast. His bond with Mazorn increases his abilities over time.

[ POWERS ]

Runes: Gaining the true strength of the Runic Alphabet, Mazorn can currently use the First Aett. The runes have various abilities, and using those from the Second and Third Aettir is vastly more difficult to control with any frequency.

A Glimpse into the Web: Utilizing the power of Odin's sacrifice, Mazorn can gain insight into the true state of the world around him for one hour. The Secondary ability of this ability gives him an advantage on spotting hidden things, and discerning glamours. It passively gives him dreams of the future when he drinks special mead.

Mask of a Thousand Voices: Mazorn is slowly learning Odin's ability to shapeshift and manipulate. Due to some of the conflicting nature within him, and the relative newness, he has only been able to shift into a large grey wolf, and a raven. His vocal ability, however, is only able to persuade half-truths to mortals. It is entirely ineffective against those with ties to greater beings currently outside of inducing Battle-Frenzy for a short period.

[ INVOCATION ]

The Glory of the Alfather

The Chief of the Aesir and head of the Norse Pantheon, Odin is a powerful being capable of utilizing Runes to the fullest extent. Lightning and Thunder are his to command and as the god of Berserkers, his strength is far greater than most. Few who find themselves on the sharp end of Gungnir live to tell the tale as he rides the steed Slepnir into battle alongside his wolves and ravens.

[ OTHER INTERESTS/SKILLS ]
Philosophy- Mazorn's major, and one of his main interest, he will gladly talk a anyone who listen's ear off on the subject.

Weaponry- A collector of weapons and their fighting styles, Mazorn has studied many and owns several. Combat and warfare is his family's history and one of the tenets of his gods.

Sailing/Fishing- The sea is a second home to the Aesir, and Mazorn has always been drawn to the water. Whether it is boating or swimming, he's all for it. He loves to fish with his grandfathers and his dad.

Studying- Knowledge is Mazorn's path to power. Whether it be through learning various forms of martial arts or reading the works of the great philosophers and mathematicians; he collects as much as he can get his hands on. His current studies are in statescraft, as Odin wishes him to learn it.

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[ MISC. ]

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[ BIRTHDAY / SIGN ]
December 21st, Saggitarius

[ FAVORITES / LEAST FAVORITES ]
Favors: Ravens, Storms, the Sea, Drinking, Sparring
Disfavors: Guns, Hidden things, Secrets targeted at him

[ SEXUAL PREFERENCE ]
Homosexual

Nico, Communicator of Hades

[ BASICS ]

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[ NAME ]
Nicodemus Apostolos Dimitriou

[ AGE ]
22

[ GENDER ]
Male

[ COMMUNICATOR OF ]
Hades

[ MYTHOLOGY OF (YOUR GOD) ]
Lord of the Underworld, God of Wealth. Ruler of what lies below, Hades is an important god in Greek Mythology. He ruled their afterlife and it matter not if you were saint or sinner, rich or poor, a great hero or a coward. All were equal in death, and after Thanatos reaped your soul, and Charon delivered it to the gates, you would be judged. They say his palace is lined with the richest of jewels and gemstones, a bright spot in the dark Underworld for the woman he loved above all else, Persephone.

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[ APPEARANCE ]

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[ PHYSIQUE ]
Nico is well built, taking great care to his health and well-being. Despite being tall, he easily escapes notice as he doesn't appear to stand out with any notable features. However below the silken shirts lies a body heavily bejewelled and tatooed. His body is his greatest canvas and his back and chest are covered in ink. His back tattoo is of a large dragon clutching a globe and his front is a yin and yang depiction of two great wyrms, one of flesh and the other in bone. His hair is a dark brown, his eyes piercing steel.

[ HEIGHT / WEIGHT ]
6'2/205

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[ PERSONALITY ]

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[ PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION ]
Nico in public s reserved, elegant and composed. He is full of sarcasm and sharpened wit, prefering to say as little as possible but always with passion. He is an ecellent diplomat, his view fair and just and a firm believering in saying the truth or nothing at all. He despises those who publicly flaunt their wealth, spending his time helping those who need it.

In private, Nico shows off his creative passion, his flair for artistry and design. He does not fully hold to his parent's beliefs, having seen the world and researched a lot on the topics he could. He is active in his community, helping out where he can, to seek justice and promote change. His downside, however, is that he suffers agoraphobia, making being in large crowds very uncomfortable for Nico.

[ LIKES / DISLIKES ]
Likes: Movies, Art, Reading by the fireplace
Dislikes: Crowded spaces, Cities, loud noises, Arrogance

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[ BIOGRAPHY ]

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[ Place of Origin ]
Portofino, Italy

[ BIO ]
Born to a rich family embroiled in politics and statescraft, Nicodemus is the youngest of seven sons. Born almost a midnight, the midwife noted that "there was a dark aura about this boy". And it seemed to be true. Less outspoken than his brothers, he seemed to have inherited his mother's artistic talent and eye for beauty. He was placed in the arts from a young age, but that dark shadow remained. It became known that he could find rare and valuable jewels by just combing the beachside, but the people the child gave them to tended to, pass on soon after.

It became noticeable when he had drawn a picture of his grandfather, one that replaced the elderly man's head with a skull, he had predicted the death that happened only hours after handing it too the man. His father would have called the priest if it hadn't been for Nico's mother Adromeda telling him it would look bad for their image. Instead, he was sent to a private school where he would be out of the public eye.

Nico's predictions only gained accuracy and depth as he grew his artistic talent. Images of the dead and damned were his main medium, a macabre scene as he would predict the deaths of those around him with a unsettling degree of accuracy. No one could explain how it worked, only that Nico's "gift" was unwanted. After predicting the death of one of the more abusive deans of the school, the man took the problem in his own hands and attempted to murder the teen, attempting to drown him in the nearby lake.

This event was foiled by a something he could never forget. As his head was held under the water, he saw a large serpent swimming close by. Passing the boy, it struck the Dean, the massive beast pulling him under the water as Nico was freed. The black scaling was noticable to him as he swore its face had a bony skull pattern. The man perished as another instructor had finally found them, seeing the events taking place and pulling Nico to safety. He had passed out due to shock and was hospitalized for a week, his father threatening to sue the institution for the assualt.

The boy would repress his ability as best as he could, fearing what would happen if something like that happened again, eventually becoming a near recluse. He turned his art inward, drawing on his body before getting tattoos and piercings. His father let him, as his mother was adamant that her baby boy get whatever he wanted, as he didn't cause problems like their other sons. His father let it go, seeing as it got the boy out of the family estate once in a while.

Nico involved himself in the online community, seeing it as a coping mechanism for his fear of the public. It wouldn't be until the next big family funeral that he saw him. The man, whose dark pale skin and blue eyes pierced directly into his soul. No one seemed to notice them as the man motioned for him to follow him. Eager to leave the crowded room that was giving him so much anxiety, the man merely smiled knowingly as he led the young man towards the sea.

"You know who I am, young one?"

Nico nodded. "You're Death. I've... Seen you. Every time..."

The man chuckled, despite his cold exterior the voice was full of loving mirth and encouragement. "No, child. I am not Death. He does work under me, yes. I am Hades. The Lord of the Underworld. And you were born to be my voice, my presence in the world. We call them Communicators." He stopped on the pier. "You have a gift. I see your trepidation, Nicodemus. It is a gift. The Moirai don't give such things lightly. You have a greater purpose. And much will be expected of you." The God placed his helm in the young man's hands. "I will guide you as much as I can, but there rules even I dare not cross. Wait for my call, my child."

[ REASON FOR CHOICE ]

Death is the great equalizer, but even he has some preference. Hades chose Nico because of his ability and sense of judgement. He firmly believe that the boy can live up to his expectation and become greater than he is now. All one needs is a small push in the right direction. Hades is the Great Judge, and Nico refuses to see an injustice pass him by.

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[ POWERS ]

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[ RELICS / FAMILIARS ]

Helm of Darkness: The Helm of darkness was crafted by the Hekatónkheires, the Hundred Handed Ones, as payment for freeing them from the Pit of Tartaros. It allows it's wielder to be completely invisible and undetectable by all, even the Gods. With a secondary ability to change it's shape, Nico wears it as a necklace, it's ability allowing him an excellent escape from any situation or combat. It's secondary ability allows him to instill absolute terror upon his targets, causing the weak-willed to outright perish from Fear.

Skotadi: Skotadi is a black hellhound, currently a year old pup that protects and guards Nico. He is the equivilent of a guard and therapy dog, helping him out when needed. Skotadi(Greek for Shadow), has the ability to Shadow-walk, and he can sense the dead. Like most hounds he is an excellent tracker, being able to find escaped souls and living beings alike.

Hades' Bident A bident made of Celestial Bronze(Oricalcum), this weapon has the ability to conjure Greek Fire, a green flame that can burn nearly anything, even underwater. It is reportedly unbreakable. Nico can freely summon the weapon from his shadow.

[ POWERS ]

From Dust to Dust: All things come from the earth, and will one day return. Being the Lord of Death and What Lies Below, Tunnels and the riches of the Earth are easy to find, and he will never get lost underground, always being able to find or create a path to the surface. What lies int he tunnels he does not yet have the ability to sense outside of riches or artifacts of power.

All that Glitters: Wealth is one of Hades' aspect, showing itself in Nico's ability to summon gems from the ground beneath him. These objects are heavily magical, and impact those that take them through their flaws. The pure, however, see only fortune come to them through the gems, often coming upon a great luck for a short period. The jewels act as a form of judgement test, revealing the hearts of the holder.

Lord of the Grave and Damned: Nico has the ability to perceive Death, giving him visions of those close to passing on. Upon determining that they are close to the grave, Nico can see into the soul of the person, bearing witness to their full extent of life lived, and whether their soul leans towards the Dark or Light. Additionally, he also has the ability to call to the deceased by giving an offering of food and drink, Nico can summon the spirits of the dead and commune with them, seeking their aid. Whether they help or not is up to them.

[ INVOCATION ]



The Invocation would open a portal directly to the throne of the Lord of the Underworld. Skeletal hands would erupt from the ground all around Nico as his skin begins to pale and flake off as Hades takes control. Blue soulfire would erupt from his eyes, as the bones would form his armor. Standing taller than three men, his might would shake the very earth as the dead would begin to rise. His faithful hound, Cerberus, would be unleashed upon the unfortunate souls who dared cross him. At his left, Thanatos, and his right would stand Dread Persephone.

[ OTHER INTERESTS/SKILLS ]

Artist: Nico is a passionate artist, loving to draw and partake in photography of nature. His interest, due to his innate abilities, are of the macabre, but they always seem hopeful outside his prophetic visions.

Statescraft: Even with his agoraphobia, he is an excellent debater, able to persuade with his reason and will.

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[ MISC. ]

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[ BIRTHDAY / SIGN ]
February 29th/Pisces

[ SEXUAL PREFERENCE ]
Pansexual

[ MUSIC/MOVIE/BOOK/GAME TYPE ]
Favorite genre of music is Film Scores, favorite everything else is Fantasy.

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Mazorn, Communicator of Odin

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𝕸𝖆𝖟𝖔𝖗𝖓 𝕹𝖆𝖛𝖆𝖗𝖎

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[ BASICS ]

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[ NAME ]

Mazorn Ravari

[ AGE ]

26

[ GENDER ]

Male

[ COMMUNICATOR OF ]

Odin

[ MYTHOLOGY OF (YOUR GOD) ]

Odin, the Alfather is the Chief god of the Aesir in Norse Mythology. Famously known for having sacrificed his Eye for a drink of Mirmir's Well(rumored to have been the Well of Ur), he is the god of wisdom, healing, death, royalty, the gallows, knowledge, war, battle, victory, sorcery, poetry, frenzy, and the runic alphabet. He is known as a Trickster War God, and the father of several of the Aesir including Thor and Baldr.

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[ APPEARANCE ]

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[ PHYSIQUE ]

Standing at a modest 6'4", Mazorn is typically described as regal and imposing. He visibly tattooed, with the run Ansuz directly over his left eye. He is vell built, and keeps his beard and hair trimmed ad neat. His typical outfit is a shirt, a zipper hoodie and combat pants with black boots. When off in combat, he wears black leather fingerless gloves.

[ HEIGHT / WEIGHT ]
6'4/249

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[ PERSONALITY ]

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[ PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION ]

Mazorn is confident, studious and perceptive. He values instinct and reason, using his mind to solve his problems before using his brawn. He is a shrewd tactician, and stern. To his friends and family he is kind and caring, full of mirth and joy, and would do anything in his power to protect them. To him, family is everything and he doesn't take well to those threatening them.

As a Communicator of one of the Chief Gods, Mazorn is a bit unsure of his role. Odin leaves big shoes to fill and Mazorn had never imagined the world he was thrust into. He is dedicated to learning what his Gods can teach him. And while reverent, will give them a piece of his mind. Gods aren't perfect, and he knows it.

[ LIKES / DISLIKES ]

Likes: A good drink and company, knowledge, ravens, the wilderness and music
Dislikes: Debauchery, braggarts, those who harm others on purpose, failure

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[ BIOGRAPHY ]

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[ Place of Origin ]

Hometown: Toronto, Canada/Oslo, Norway(Dual Citizenry)
Place of Residence: Oxford University, England

[ BIO ]
Mazorn's birth was one of great conflict. His mother unfortunately perished in the birthing, and his father, a career military man, traveled often, so he had to stay with his grandparents. Fortunately he was well off, Mazorn's family both hailing from the Lower Upper class(Mother) and Upper Middle Class(Father). He split his time between the two families, his father visiting when he could.

Young Mazorn grew quickly, being one of the biggest kids in class. He sought out all forms of information, using his wit and guile to get him there, maintaining decent grades while using his family's affluence to find what he sought. His father made sure he could learn how to fight at a young age, alongside teaching him his family's practices as pagans.

Mazorn took to them well, becoming stout in their beliefs. He grew into a man, following the footsteps of his father as he enrolled himself in university. He chose to study at Oxford, to major in Philosophy and Mythology. He continued his practice, diving deeper into the lore of his gods, while learning about the great men and women of old. His teachers were pleased with his works, and after gaining his bachelor's he continued to study for his Master's.

It was at that time, Odin made himself known fully to Mazorn. Coming to him while he went backpacking on The Padjelanta Trail. He had taken the trip alone, seeking a short refuge from the busy life of his studies and to reconnect to nature. Odin visited him in both dreams, and in person, as an old hiker he met who kept him company for a night. When he fully revealed his intent, the young man was shocked, questioning the god about everything. Mazorn spent the whole night there, his eyes opening to that which was around him.

[ REASON FOR CHOICE ]
Odin explained to Mazorn that he had chosen him based on both his beliefs and Mazorn's thirst for knowledge and guile matched his own. He would have a strong Communicator in him, one who would readily dedicate his life to the endeavor. Odin appreciates those who use their wit and strength in the pursuit of that which is hidden, and he is equally amused in a Communicator who will clash his will against him. Knowledge, after all, is useless without application.

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[ POWERS ]

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[ RELICS / FAMILIARS ]
Mazorn was given Gungnir and Himinn. Gungnir, which means the Swaying One, never misses it's target and will always return to it's wielder. It's secondary property is to channel the god's divine powers, often utilizing the elements in his attacks. Himinn, translated to mean heaven, sees into the hearts of men and beast. His bond with Mazorn increases his abilities over time.

[ POWERS ]

Runes: Gaining the true strength of the Runic Alphabet, Mazorn can currently use the First Aett. The runes have various abilities, and using those from the Second and Third Aettir is vastly more difficult to control with any frequency.

A Glimpse into the Web: Utilizing the power of Odin's sacrifice, Mazorn can gain insight into the true state of the world around him for one hour. The Secondary ability of this ability gives him an advantage on spotting hidden things, and discerning glamours. It passively gives him dreams of the future when he drinks special mead.

Mask of a Thousand Voices: Mazorn is slowly learning Odin's ability to shapeshift and manipulate. Due to some of the conflicting nature within him, and the relative newness, he has only been able to shift into a large grey wolf, and a raven. His vocal ability, however, is only able to persuade half-truths to mortals. It is entirely ineffective against those with ties to greater beings currently outside of inducing Battle-Frenzy for a short period.

[ INVOCATION ]

The Glory of the Alfather

The Chief of the Aesir and head of the Norse Pantheon, Odin is a powerful being capable of utilizing Runes to the fullest extent. Lightning and Thunder are his to command and as the god of Berserkers, his strength is far greater than most. Few who find themselves on the sharp end of Gungnir live to tell the tale as he rides the steed Slepnir into battle alongside his wolves and ravens.

[ OTHER INTERESTS/SKILLS ]
Philosophy- Mazorn's major, and one of his main interest, he will gladly talk a anyone who listen's ear off on the subject.

Weaponry- A collector of weapons and their fighting styles, Mazorn has studied many and owns several. Combat and warfare is his family's history and one of the tenets of his gods.

Sailing/Fishing- The sea is a second home to the Aesir, and Mazorn has always been drawn to the water. Whether it is boating or swimming, he's all for it. He loves to fish with his grandfathers and his dad.

Studying- Knowledge is Mazorn's path to power. Whether it be through learning various forms of martial arts or reading the works of the great philosophers and mathematicians; he collects as much as he can get his hands on. His current studies are in statescraft, as Odin wishes him to learn it.

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[ MISC. ]

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[ BIRTHDAY / SIGN ]
December 21st, Saggitarius

[ FAVORITES / LEAST FAVORITES ]
Favors: Ravens, Storms, the Sea, Drinking, Sparring
Disfavors: Guns, Hidden things, Secrets targeted at him

[ SEXUAL PREFERENCE ]
Homosexual

Unlikely Team [Sporko+Grizz]

Jivarn nodded. "I have many types of candles. I'm sure I have some." He turned to go look for them, the crystal in his hand being rolled around as it's glow diminished.

Skuggi observed Jay's movements, sending an image of calm to him, flitting over to alight on his headboard as the skullbird related the power spike to it's master. It kept one beady eye on him, ready to intervene if necessary.

Zion tapped a foot on the ground an a shadow golem rose, helping carry Vex. "We'll get the information on the merchant later. For now, sleep. In the morning we will have our meeting and prepare to depart within the next few days. Myr might come back and we wouldn't want that to stop us from defeating whoever is behind the Feral Undead."

The Tower: Bright Dawn

I am still around work has died off from the crazy schedule I've had. I'm working on a masterpost now and feedback from Data. Sorry for the vanishing it's been absolutely insane here. e.e

Unlikely Team [Sporko+Grizz]

Zion grunted. "It is no trouble. We take care of our own. Any idea why she would try to take you away?"

Rex scowled at Jivarn. "I could have handled her."

The elder vampire rolled his eyes. "Probably but I can banish anyone off my lands if I so choose. the People have to recognize that Right. Doubtless we'll see her again especially if you are taking Vex with you as you search for the Lich. Speaking of, yes, the Hunters are using Elderich magic to counter the rest of us." He showed him the crystal. "I will need to personally gather information on who this mage is. If all the Hunters have crystals like these, the entities providing the power will be exceptionally dangerous. I haven't seen anything from the Hidden Cults in the last century other than that coastal town, so it could be a long game by any of the more patient ones."

Rex nodded. "We'll be sure to move quickly then. The Lich might even be expecting us."

Zion grunted at this. "We'll be sure to prepare ourselves for any outcome. Vex, you should probably go rest some. I will go meditate under the Old Oak. The Fae stir up those of us in tune to the Moon and her Light."

Unlikely Team [Sporko+Grizz]

Rex moved swiftly, his own runes lighting up. The area around him in a ten meter radius stilled as the rune Stan, Stone, blinked into existence. It's presence was quickly joined by the runes Perth and Raidho, the former growing as it began to eat at Myr's magic, pulling it into the empty cup.

"It's not your choice. It belongs to Vex." Rex stayed calm, focused on his rune work. "If she doesn't want to leave with you, she won't. Do not make this harder on yourself."

Shadows coalesced into the form of Jivarn, the Elder Vampire looking pissed off. "Get off my lands, Faerie." His black eyes shimmered with malice. "There will be no more violence tonight." In his hand he held a fragment of the crystal pendant, which glowed a corrupted green. "As typical of your kind you disregard any thought that you can't have your way. Begone." He stepped between Rex and Myr. "I haven't had to fight in a century and I don't feel like doing so now."

Unlikely Team [Sporko+Grizz]

Zion scowled at Myr. Anger blazing in his eyes before stomping over to Vex. "We'll get you some rest. We already have a lot to do. Do you require more blood?"

Rex studied Myr, the runes had stopped spawning around him and only floated lazily about. She could sense the deep power of the Seidmann coming from him,for the Forest had once clashed with their kin before. He however held no hostility, only disapproval in his eyes. "Who are you and why have you come here. This and belongs to the Kin, given freely from the Fae centuries ago."