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[color=black]Z E U S ,   G O D   O F   T H E   S K Y [/color]
[color=ABABAB]Z E U S ,   G O D   O F   T H E   S K Y[/color]
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[hider=HUMAN][sub][color=ABABAB][u] 𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗦 [/u][/color]
[color=gray]Dean Sarandon[/color]
[color=ABABAB][u] 𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 [/u][/color]
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[color=ABABAB][u] 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗥 [/u][/color]
[color=gray]CEO of Psychro Inc.[/color][/sub][/hider][/center][/cell][cell][center][color=ABABAB][u] 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 [/u][/color]
[table][row][/row][row][cell][color=black]𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫
[list][*] Charismatic
[*] Generous
[*] Passionate[/list][/color][/cell][cell][color=black]𝑩𝑨𝑫
[list][*] Domineering
[*] Impulsive
[*] Mercurial[/list][/color][/cell][/row][/table]
[color=ABABAB][u] 𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 [/u][/color][/center]
[color=gray][sup]It’s no secret that Zeus has done some shitty things. Hera knows it, his kids know it — hell, even he knows it. It’s sort of his trademark, you know? The whole egotistical, womanizing asshole shtick, but all this time spent on earth has actually served to mellow him out a bit, opening his eyes to what’s really important. As cheesy as it sounds, what he wants most is to repair his relationship with his very large and very complicated family; and what better way to do it than with everyone stuck in the same city?[/sup][/color]
[center][color=ABABAB][u] 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 [/u][/color][/center]
[color=gray][sup]As the King of the Gods, fear wasn’t something that had ever crossed his mind, but the creation of the Colossus brought about a dramatic shift in balance. No longer was he the all-powerful being he once was, and yeah, maybe that was what finally made him stop and reevaluate his life choices. Zeus often finds himself worrying that the shade of his past mistakes might one day grow large enough to swallow him whole, and that whatever he tries to do now will be all for naught.[/sup][/color]
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[hider=DEITY][sub][color=ABABAB][u] 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗬 [/u][/color]
[color=gray]Zeus[/color]
[color=ABABAB][u] 𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 [/u][/color]
[color=gray]Sky, lightning, thunder, law, order, justice[/color]
[color=ABABAB][u] 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗢𝗡 [/u][/color]
[color=gray]Greek[/color][/sub][/hider][/center][/cell][/row][/table]
[center][color=ABABAB][u] 𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬 [/u][/color][/center]
[indent][indent][quote]Ah, Zeus. Where do we even begin with this one? It’s no secret that throughout his entire existence, Zeus has gotten into his fair share of trouble — burned some bridges, stuck his fingers into pies he had no business disturbing — but what did he care? He’s [i]Zeus[/i], goddammit! Vanquisher of the Titans, King of the Gods… And with a resume like that, there’s no way in Hades he was going to let anyone tell him what he could or could not do.

But how exactly did Zeus come to be?

Long story short, he was born to the Titans Cronus and Rhea, with Gaia foretelling that Cronus would one day be overthrown by his own son, as he had done his father before him. So as soon as his children were born, Cronus devoured them. Zeus, however, was able to escape the fate that befell his siblings when Rhea tricked Cronus by giving him a rock wrapped in swaddling instead.

Many of Zeus’s formative years were spent hidden away in a cave with nothing but a goat named Amalthea for company, which maybe explained some of the, uh… issues he would have later in life, but that’s a story for another time.

Fast forward a couple of years, and Zeus, all grown up, marches up to Cronus in disguise and challenges him to a drinking game. Now Zeus liked to think of himself as a man who could hold his liquor, but there was too much at stake here for him to take the risk of a fair contest.

Luckily, he came prepared.

The Titaness Metis had given him a mixture of mustard and nectar with which to spike Cronus’s drink. It was meant to induce the expulsion of Cronus’s stomach contents, and boy, oh boy, expel they did. One by one, back up the hatch they went — Poseidon, Hades, and the rest of Zeus’s siblings until finally, everyone had been freed from the murderous jaws of their Titan father.

Zeus doesn’t like thinking about it, really. It was a pretty gnarly sight. Nearly threw up himself.

And then with the help of Poseidon and Hades, Zeus banished Cronus to the deepest, darkest pits of Tartarus. The three brothers then split the world between themselves. Poseidon got the sea, Hades got the earth, and Zeus the sky.

Pretty sweet deal, huh? Or at least it would be if the story ended here. A lot happened in the ensuing years — he cheated on Hera… [i]a lot[/i], pissed Gaia off to the point where she sent her monster-children after him, and we can’t forget about that one time he convinced Poseidon to raise a flood to wipe out all of humanity.

So, yeah. Zeus is kind of a mess, and he’s [i]definitely[/i] got some demons he needs to work through, but who doesn’t? Nobody’s perfect.[/quote][/indent][/indent]

[center][color=ABABAB][u] 𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬 [/u][/color][/center]
[indent][indent][quote]Zeus was not a happy camper when the Colossus was first constructed. Who would be, in his situation? Ripped from his throne atop Mount Olympus, he was left to wander the earth without a purpose, and dealt with it the only way he knew how — dispensing swift, bloody vengeance upon his enemies, and seeking out the company of beautiful people.

So everything was fine and dandy at the start. Years, decades, [i]centuries[/i] sailed right by as he frittered his days away doing the same things he always did, and for a long while, he was satisfied, though perhaps satisfied was too strong a word. He did those things more out of habit than necessity, like ordering dessert at a restaurant when you’re already full. And he’s not sure exactly when it happened, but slowly, he started getting… [i]antsy[/i].

It started out as an itch. A tiny, annoying tingle at the back of his mind. Then, somewhat alarmingly, it began to grow. It didn’t matter how he tried to distract himself — whether it be through copious amounts of drink or nighttime dalliances with strangers — the feeling simply would not go away. Until one day, he had no choice but to acknowledge it for what it truly was.

His [i]conscience[/i].

Yeah, I know. [i]Zeus?[/i] Caring about someone other than himself?

It’s crazy to think about.

But yes, as hard as it is to believe, it did happen. The seed of basic decency that’d lain dormant within Zeus for all these years had finally germinated, and he was fucking [i]terrified[/i]. Terrified because he had spent so much of his life caring only about himself, and now, the consequences of everything he’d done was finally coming back to bite him in the ass.

He was estranged from his family. What friends he had were all sycophantic hangers-on who’d ditch him at the first sign of trouble. And to top it all off, he couldn’t even shoot lightning bolts from his fingertips anymore.

If it were possible for a god to have a midlife crisis, this would’ve been it.

And as he laid there in a tangle of sheets and warm bodies, he decided he would try and make amends with everyone he’d screwed over in the past, starting with his family.

Problem was, nobody really wanted to see or talk to him. Not that you could [i]blame[/i] them. Zeus tried to be supportive, but he was also as subtle as a sledgehammer in his efforts, and he took their rejections as well as you’d expect him to — which is to say not well at all. After that trainwreck, it took him a few more decades before he got his shit together long enough to try again.

Somewhere along the line, he managed to build himself an empire worthy of a king. Not literally, of course. Monarchy had gone out of fashion sometime in the 20th century, and money was slowly becoming the only thing that mattered.

But for all his flaws, he has always prided himself on being an effective, if not exactly virtuous leader. And as it just so happens, those exact qualities were what made a good CEO. Who knew moral bankruptcy was part of the job description?

Now, Zeus is known instead as Dean Sarandon, founder and CEO of Psychro Inc., an energy conglomerate based in Baltimore. Since relocating to Seattle, however, he has taken a step back from dealing with company affairs, leaving most of his responsibilities in his staff’s capable hands.

It’s not a terrible life, really. He gets to enjoy his semi-retirement with day drinking and the occasional round of golf at a local country club; although he has been thinking about giving the whole [i]“making amends with his family”[/i] thing another shot.

He is, after all, a changed man. And he’s willing to do whatever it takes to prove it.

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[i]Okay[/i], maybe that sounded a little ominous, but you get the picture.[/quote][/indent][/indent][/hider]