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[color=#573136]𝙄𝘿𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙄𝙏𝙔 & 𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙊𝙉𝘼[/color][/h3][/sup][/center]
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[color=#6d879c] 𝗧 𝗛 𝗘   𝗗 𝗜 𝗩 𝗜 𝗡 𝗘[/color][/h3][/sub][/center][/cell][cell][color=2e2c2c]xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx[/color][/cell][cell][center][sub][h3][color=#573136]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[/color]
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[cell][right][color=#573136]𝗘𝗣𝗜𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗧
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[color=2e2c2c]xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx[/color][/cell][cell][sub]King of Gods, God of Sky & Thunder, God of Hospitality, Champion Chooser, Ruler of Olympus, [s]Fuck Boy[/s]
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[quote][sub][color=#6d879c]𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐍[/color] [b][color=#573136]//[/color][/b] [abbr=As long as someone doesn't know Zeus IS Zeus, he has the power to influence them. His words are headed with reverence. He can't command them, but if they were already considering it, they'll fully commit. It'll never go against their self-preservation, but it may go against their self-interests.]Patron of [i]xenia[/i] and guests, & avenger of wrongs done to strangers.[/abbr][/sub][/quote]
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𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗢𝗥𝗗𝗘𝗗 𝗔𝗚𝗘

𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗡𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗦
𝗦𝗘𝗫𝗨𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬

𝗢𝗖𝗖𝗨𝗣𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡[/color][/right]
[color=2e2c2c]xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx[/color][/cell][cell][sub]Aldrich "Rich" Schaeffer
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[abbr=Late Night TV Personality: People can turn their television to see the face of Rich Schaeffer, a man of knowledge, charisma, and boundless assurance that he has your best interest at heart. He's attractive, hilarious, and sagely in one honeyed being. The Karens of the world love him and the internet memes him.][img]https://i.imgur.com/7qbhsTe.jpg[/img][/abbr][/sub]
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[sup]Rich Schaeffer leans back, looking at the sky outside. Clouds bubble at the horizon and lightning flits and dances like two manic lovers. He turns his attention back to you, bringing a glass to his lips with a pale, amber liquor in it. His pale blue eyes narrow underneath dark, blond brows. "Have you ever heard of the King of the Gods, Zeus?" He doesn't allow you enough time to answer. "Lighting, thunder, and all that." He laughs. "But the story is a bit deeper...

"Son of Cronus and Rhea, fated to be devoured like his siblings—as we all are, in the shadows of our patriarchs. Yet, Rhea was tired of watching her children be consumed in a fury of jealousy and fear. You see, Cronus had learned that his son would be the end of him. It makes you wonder, though. Are we a product of fate pre-destined or one we craft for ourselves? Had Cronus not sought to eat his children, would they not have sought retribution? But I'm getting ahead of myself.

"Rhea swapped Zeus out with a rock. Must have been a well-chiseled one for a damn titan to confuse his own son with a stone." Rich laughs, taking another sip. The storm grows closer. "But I digress... Zeus was raised by nymphs under Rhea's protection. Maybe, that had to do with his proclivities. Anyway, when he came of age, he tricked his father into drinking poisoned wine to disgorge his brothers. Which made Zeus now the eldest of his siblings. I don't make the rules, that's just how things worked. Together, with the help of the Cyclopes, they were able to overthrow their father and the other titans. And so, Zeus and his two brothers came into power.

"They drew lots. Zeus got the sky. Poseidon the sea. And Hades the Underworld. But if you ask me, one knew that they looked good in that [I]just wet[/i] look, and the other had a nose that needed the shadows to tone it down." Thunder rumbles in the distance, playing with his laugh. "Zeus married Hera, his seventh wife technically, and from there rule over Olympus began. But, as you can imagine—all that time spent in hiding, fearing for his life, and then leading his brothers to freedom didn't allow for Zeus to see the world. So, much against his wife's wishes, he did." Rich finishes his drink and flags down the waiter with a bright smile on his perfect teeth. They share a curt nod before he continues. "Then without these [I]dalliances[/i] you wouldn't have such wonderful stories about Hercules, Perseus, and the lot...

"I'm not excusing his actions, but sometimes in the hopes of getting out from under the shadow of our father, we make ourselves outrageous promises to make every day liveable. But there were consequences..." The waiter brings the drink to the table and looks up. The storm is basically upon you, and yet the rain has yet to begin. "Hera did manage to enact her revenge for all his philandering. Tied him up in a rope with a hundred knots. But as you can imagine, he had loyalty both familial and transactional. Calling upon old friends, he was able to get free, and he set about punishing his wife and those that she consorted with to get revenge. No one on Olympus tried that shit again.

"That is far from the end of Zeus's tale, but to get any more particular... you'd be here all night. And I lost the thread of why I started that conversation to begin with. Oh right..." Rich took a long drought and leaned in. "Much like Zeus, I have carved my empire against the nature of my birth, taken care of those that have tried to stop me, and helped any that asked. Yet... unlike Zeus, no one holds me accountable for my fidelity..." The rain begins about the time his fingers find your hand.[/sup][/quote][/indent][/indent][/indent][/cell][cell][indent][indent][indent][quote][center][sup][h3][color=#573136]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[/color]
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[sup]Gone... [I]gone[/i]... gone... was the war between the gods. The doomsday that descended upon them with the roar of a dragon had petered out with a whimper. Zeus had only ever known how to defeat his enemies and overcome his powers with cunning and war. Now he was set upon by an entirely different hurdle to vault over. No need for thunderbolts, not that he could conjure the storms to his hands anymore, it was easier to subjugate with knowledge and understanding than power. They stood amidst a battle that was not there's, with weapons they did not hold. So, Zeus would use his words. He was farm from a trickster god, but he had been known for his mercurial nature. 

Zeus went forward with what he did best, he gathered his family and made plans. Of course, much like on Olympus, not all were happy to listen to him. So, they ventured off to their own horizons. He spent the two years in Italy consuming whatever he could in terms of knowledge. Old habits pushed him into speaking to humans and convincing them of his usefulness. When they moved to Britain, he was more than prepared to let his plans come to fruition. 

In those days, it was the radio that appealed to the masses. So, he started there. His voice was thick as honey and his words were cloying in a time where the world was trying to gain its footing from WW2. Yet, one might have noted that some of his interviews leaned towards collectors and scholars from the British Museum. His radio personality seemed to be equally interested in the state of the world and the Colussus that was at the museum. "An interesting piece of art," he'd say before moving on. Placing those seeds of thoughts in people's minds was what he was hoping to do. Zeus was always about getting out of rough situations no matter what, and that's where he thrived. But, he did miss the comfort of his palace on top of the world. 

When they were moved to DC, Zeus had had many lovers and media careers from the ends of where he could venture. America in the early 00s was more than a bit of a culture shock. Yet, there he was in the heart of American politics, Washington DC. Zeus didn't know how long this would last, so he gathered as much influence and patronage as he could. It was easy to stuff politicians, scientists, and journalists in his pockets when one had his charm and looks. Didn't hurt that his knowledge of foreign policies was surprisingly accurate.

When they ended up in  Seattle, Zeus was more than tired of performing the same old song and dance. The new medium in which he could exert his influence made itself quickly known. No, not the internet even if it was the prominent solution. For a man of his age and clout, he'd have much more luck on television. At the suggestion of a colleague from DC, he spoke with the producers of a local broadcasting company. He started at the bottom, but in the five short years in Seattle, he went from a surprisingly handsome anchor to a full-blown television personality.

[b]Seattle Late Night with Rich Schaeffer[/b] became a success. His face was on billboards, sides of buses, and televisions. All the while, he kept up with the family that would have anything to do with him. More importantly, he kept his fingers in the pies surrounding the Colossus. If he could solve the reason that they were here, trapped in these forms with their limitations, then the other gods would look at him as a hero once again. No longer pulling his brothers from the belly of their father, but pulling the gods from the useless land of the humans. [/sup][/quote][/indent][/indent][/indent][/cell]
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[quote][sub][color=#6d879c]𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒[/color] [b][color=#573136]//[/color][/b] To sit on the throne that he's made himself without contest. Having that sort of power suits him in more ways than one. Yet, returning back to Olympus is the main goal, but he knows he has all the time in the world to complete that task. Why not revel in the lack of machinations from the other gods?
[color=#6d879c]𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒[/color] [b][color=#573136]//[/color][/b] In simple: being powerless. Returning to cowering in a cave far from his kingdom is his biggest fear. He didn't fight and fight and [I]fight[/i] to lose it all again. He will do anything to maintain his status.[/sub][/quote]
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[quote][sub][abbr=Veles has the ability to shift into a bear, large serpent, or willow tree. He can also shift into an amalgamation of the aforementioned creatures (i.e. bear arms, serpent's fangs, and/or bark skin.) His imagination is the limit on this variation. The more he uses this power, the more he ages. Of course, he reverts back to his current age eventually. But the older he gets, the longer it takes. And the more it leaves him vulnerable.][color=#634637]𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆[/color] [b][color=#9d947a]//[/color][/b] He has been imagined as a dragon, which in the belief of the pagan Slavs is a chimeric being, a serpent that devours livestock.[/abbr][/sub][/quote]
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𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗢𝗥𝗗𝗘𝗗 𝗔𝗚𝗘

𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗡𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗦
𝗦𝗘𝗫𝗨𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬

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[abbr=Owner of the Medved Butcher Shoppe: While located in a dodgier part of Seattle, the Medved Butcher Shoppe has all that old-world charm without any of the roaches. It's cramped and filled with wooden walls, rustic carpentry, hanging herbs, and the low hum of refrigerated cases with sharp meat slicing equipment behind it.][img]https://i.imgur.com/v5oq9RL.png[/img][/abbr]

[abbr=Patriarch of a Russian Import and Export Criminal Organization: The front of the butcher shop tends to one set of customers while the back tends to another. Sometimes, they overlap. He was a shepherd and a god of cattle, so ferrying goods and tending to his people is in his nature. It's a small, blue-collar organization.][img]https://i.imgur.com/cCoS9N1.png[/img][/abbr][/sub]
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[sup]You awaken curled into the large root of a tree. The overhang of leaves is thick and the air tastes pure and old. Before you sit a large wooden plate loaded with vegetables, fruits, and dried meats. Next to it is a wooden goblet filled with a dark purple liquid. Standing beyond that is a man that seems to be both old and young, leaning on a long staff with massive horns erupting from his head and a bearskin thrown over his shoulder. He turns as he hears you stir. "Oh good, you awaken." His voice was a deep rumble, not thunder—never thunder—but more like the groan of an ancient tree in a strong wind. "Eat. Drink. And tell me of yourself, my foal." You reach forward and go to ask a question only to find your voice gone. "It'll come back soon. Maybe you could do without talking for while. You, mortals, do love to squawk." Your expression blossoms into surprise. "Fine, I shall go first...

"There was child. He was lost in woods on surface. Blond locks and sweet smile were threatened to be pecked away by crows. I found him. In shape of bear, of course. [i]Jyah. Jyah.[/i] Don't give me that look. What about this entire place seems natural? Anyway. I took him. I brought him here, to Naiwa. I sat him on my golden throne and named him my son. My Jaryło. Of course, he was not my son by blood. Instead, lost infant was Perun's offspring. Cursed god of sky, thunder, and general shit." Veles spit, it is black like ichor. "He loathed me for calling Jaryło my own. Yet, he left that little bastard in forest. Every time I touched surface, he'd rain lightning down upon me. So, I took to form of bear. It was easier to hide from him. Perun couldn't tell his creatures apart. That's what you get for living so far above mortals you love.

"Years passed. As they do. You, mortals, become wrinkly, old, and impotent. But mighty Veles still rules from Nawia. I sewed seeds of chaos for Perun. Laughed at his attempts to smite me down. And when he turned his backs on you mortals, I gave you magic. I returned your cattle. I made rivers flow deep and blue. Anything to make Perun pause. He was supposed to be your mortal's gods. I could take his followers as easily as I could his son." Veles pauses, laying his staff down. "Jaryło grew up. He took wife. He slew winter. He danced in spring and in blood. A good boy. Until he was taken from me.

"Great irony, scholars say. I call bullshit. I went across plains, demanding his return. Those mortals that knew much and spoke nothing, I cursed. Disease ravaged them. I spun chaos across lands. But I got too proud. Too foolish. [I]What?[/i] Gods can admit when they're wrong. Hindsight is for owls with their wicked heads. Perun finally caught me. He sent lightning down upon me and made sure that I'd return to Nawia. Sit on this throne. Be unable to find Jaryło. So, that's why you are here.

"I hear war is brewing up there, but not pitiful mortal one. One between gods. I'm curious. Friends could be made. Bargains struck. Jaryło could be found. But I need to do this not seen." He approaches you, kneeling in front you. The food and drink before you knocked aside, you having eaten and drank your fill. He places his massive hands on your cheeks and pulls your gaze up to him. His eyes are dark, eternal, and terrifying. "You're dead, anyway. You shouldn't mind me having stroll in your flesh?"[/sup][/quote][/indent][/indent][/indent][/cell][cell][indent][indent][indent][quote][center][sup][h3][color=#9d947a]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[/color]
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[sup]"I woke up covered in ash because they thought they could defeat me by burning forest I was hiding in! I laugh. But I remember black. Soot. It covered me. My large hands, smaller. My mighty horns, gone. Something wasn't right. I now was now like mortal. There were gods that never seen ground. Hah! I walked in mortal's homes and taught them magic. I fed them. I walked them into Naiwa. [i]Jyah. Jyah.[/i] Stop looking at me like that. We're both drunk..."

Veles's turn to mortality was a mixed one. He'd spent a lot of time among the mortals, during the good times and the bad—even if he was what created the bad. Yet, when he was no longer wanted, or if his battles became too hard he could turn into a bear and slip back to Nawia—the underworld. Now he was trapped in the flesh of his own doings and mistakes. He didn't care for the steam that rose from the blood of the battlefield. His plan had always been to find a way to outsmart Perun and retrieve Jaryło. Now, both were a moot point.

When the first god died, trying to escape their invisible cage, Veles watched with interest. And his lips twisted as he couldn't see their ghostly visage rise from death. He called out to Nawia, but he heard silence. He tried to shift into a bear, only to find his flimsy flesh unchanged. A god of chaos that had no hand in his own downfall, wasn't a happy one. He cursed the other gods and ventured from them as far as he could. All his plans were on the wind, and he was power and purpose were fleeting. Yet, Veles wasn't purely made of pride and idiocy. As it was said of him:

[i]"Like the bear, he is powerful and wise, but he also has the fangs and trickery of the snake. Duality is his nature and survival is his promise."[/i]

So, he carved an existence in the form of a small shop in London. He found other immigrants from Slavic bloodlines, and he told stories from the homeland. Many a [i]бабушка[/i] saught him out when there was disease or death upon their house. They referred to him as a shepherd, not knowing why. He tended to his flock while amassing a small following that became criminal in nature. When he was unfortunately upended and moved to America, he found the fruit of his endeavors actually held up. He could contact his growing connections in London. It was enough to get established in DC before finding himself on the West Coast.

The transient nature of their constant upheaval and relocation wasn't something that was hard for Veles to get used to. He was the shepherd to the Underworld, after all. In the shady part of Seattle, he started a butcher shop, importing delicacies from London. He made a name for himself, and the [i]бабушка[/i]s quickly took a liking to him, along with hipsters talking about how "authentic" his sausages were. Slowly, he was building up his blue-collar criminal connections again. If he couldn't seed into the earth with his mighty Underworld, he'd use the figurative one of mortals.

The Medved Butcher Shoppe moved more than cuts of meat, and its old-world criminal influence could easily be seen. He could move things in and out of Seattle with a smile and a shot of vodka. Still, Veles takes kindly to the other gods that wish to stop by and share a drink or two with him. His dalliances are no secret.[/sup][/quote][/indent][/indent][/indent][/cell]
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[right][color=#634637]𝗩𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗨𝗘𝗦
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[abbr=The King of the Underworld isn't Easily Fooled]Cunning[/abbr]
[abbr=A Favor Given is a Favor Owed]Giver[/abbr]

[abbr=Bear Dad Bod]Gluttonous[/abbr]
[abbr=Death Doesn't Need Manners]Blunt & Crass[/abbr]
[abbr=Chaos Makes Demand]Shit Starter[/abbr][/sub]

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[quote][sub][color=#634637]𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒[/color] [b][color=#9d947a]//[/color][/b] Veles wants to maintain the power he has gained and to grow and nurture it. He hopes to keep his family close, and his enemies closer. [i]Maybe[/i] he wishes for a return to godhood, but he isn't so single-minded as others.

[color=#634637]𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒[/color] [b][color=#9d947a]//[/color][/b] Losing the people he has grown close to, just like he lost his son all those many many centuries ago. He doesn't wish to call enough attention to himself to be beaten or outsmarted. Veles fears his cozy little underworld being ripped away.
Also, not a fan of storms. Perun managed to instill that into him.[/sub][/quote]
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