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[color=424141][i]g o d e s s  o f  t h e  h u n t[/i][/color]
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[color=#2c363b]𝕿 𝖍 𝖊   𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊  [/color]
[color=#F5EEF8]𝕿 𝖍 𝖊   𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊[/color][/h3][/sup]

[color=#F5EEF8][color=5e74ee]⌜ 𝐄 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 ⌟[/color]
[sub]Lady of the Hunt
Mistress of the Wood
Diana[/sub]

[color=5e74ee]⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ⌟[/color]
[sub]the hunt, wilderness, the moon, chastity[/sub]

[color=5e74ee]⌜ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟[/color]
[sub]Greek[/sub]
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[color=#5e74ee]𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 ♤ 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒[/color] 
[color=#F5EEF8][sub][sub][sup]easy they come, easy they go, i jump from the train, i ride off alone[/sup][/sub][/sub][/color] 
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[indent][color=#2c363b] T H E  C A L L  O F  T H E  W I L D[/color]
[color=#F5EEF8]T H E  C A L L  O F  T H E  W I L D[/color][/indent][/h3][/sup]
[quote][sup][color=#F5EEF8]There was a time when Artemis was a storm of divine power. The trees bowed for her, the animals of the forest loved her kind hands and feared her swift arrows, and she had mastered the moon and all its silver light. Once upon a time, she was a terror to those who'd scorned her, but now, Artemis is little more than a dog whisperer. While she retained a stunning control over wild animals, the rest of her divine gifts seem to have faded.[/color][/sup][/quote][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]
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[color=#5e74ee]𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 ♤ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅[/color] 
[color=#F5EEF8][sub][sub][sup]i never grew up, it's getting so old, help me hold onto you[/sup][/sub][/sub][/color] 
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[color=#2c363b]𝐕 𝐢 𝐫 𝐭 𝐮 𝐞 𝐬  [/color]
[color=#F5EEF8]𝐕 𝐢 𝐫 𝐭 𝐮 𝐞 𝐬[/color][/h3][/sup]
[color=#F5EEF8][color=5e74ee]⌜[/color] Diligent [color=#F5EEF8]&[/color] Reliable   

Honorable [color=#F5EEF8]&[/color] Brave 

Wise  [color=#F5EEF8]&[/color] Responsible[color=#F5EEF8]⌟[/color][/color]

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[color=#2c363b]𝐕 𝐢 𝐜 𝐞 𝐬  [/color]
[color=#F5EEF8]𝐕 𝐢 𝐜 𝐞 𝐬[/color][/h3][/sup]
[center][color=#F5EEF8][color=5e74ee]⌜[/color] Vengeful [color=5e74ee]&[/color] Petty 

Hypocritical [color=5e74ee]&[/color] Manipulative 

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[color=#F5EEF8][color=5e74ee]⌜ 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐀 𝐒 ⌟[/color]
[sub]Selena O'Ryan[/sub]

[color=5e74ee]⌜ 𝐑 𝐄 𝐂 𝐎 𝐑 𝐃 𝐄 𝐃   𝐀 𝐆 𝐄 ⌟[/color]
[sub]twenty four[/sub]

[color=5e74ee]⌜ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐗 𝐔 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐓 𝐘   &   𝐆 𝐄 𝐍 𝐃 𝐄 𝐑 ⌟[/color]
[sub]lesbian (except for that one time), female, she/her[/sub]

[color=5e74ee]⌜ 𝐎 𝐂 𝐂 𝐔 𝐏 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟[/color]
[sub]Owner and operator of [i]Moon River Retreat[/i][/sub]
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[color=#5e74ee]𝐋 𝐈 𝐅 𝐄 ♤ 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘[/color] 
[color=#F5EEF8][sub][sub][sup]i've been the archer, i've been the prey. who could ever leave me, darling? but who could stay?[/sup][/sub][/sub][/color] 
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[color=#F5EEF8]𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲[/color][/h3][/sup]
[color=#F5EEF8][color=5e74ee]⌜[/color] 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊   𝕷 𝖎 𝖋 𝖊 [color=5e74ee]⌟[/color][/color]
[hider=♤][indent][color=#F5EEF8][sup]Perhaps Artemis' nature is not surprising, given the nature of her beginning. Conceived out of a tryst between Zeus and Leto, Artemis and her brother were forced to face Hera's wrath while still in the womb. No place was safe for her mother, not with Hera's serpent following her every move. When Leto finally found refuge on Delos, the twins were nearly there. Artemis came into the world, stoic from the moment she opened her eyes. Her infancy was short lived, as moments later, she helped deliver her brother.

While her brother sought immediate vengeance on Hera's beast, Artemis, always the more calculated of the twins, was far more willing to bide her time. While her brother gallivanted across the earth, inspiring mortals and finding pleasure wherever a lyre was plucked, Artemis spent her time traipsing through the forest, hunting the creatures of the earth and exploring the unknown wilds. She did share her brother's interest in mortals though, at least certain ones. Artemis was known to collect young maidens like they were coins, often saving them from the terrors of the forest. Always young, always virginal, always beautiful. These were the benefits of being a Huntress.

Some think Artemis' vow of chastity is as old as time itself, entwine with her essence. While it's true that she took chastity as a sign of devotion in her Huntresses, Artemis did not take her own vow until later. Not until Orion.

He had been a demigod, a child of Poseidon and a princess of Crete. Their meeting was fortuitous, and Artemis, whose eyes were rarely drawn to anything other than adventure, found herself enthralled by the young hunter. She began to spend her days with him, the first man to hold her bow, and those days turned into weeks, and then months. At night, they lay beneath the moon and watched the stars. It was perfect... until it wasn't. Mortals don't live forever, she knew that, but she had not expected him to be taken so suddenly. The scorpion moved faster, even faster than her, and she'd turned her back to him, and... when she turned to face him again, he was dead. She asked her father to bury him amongst the stars, and swore off love and anything that might lead to it.

Artemis was always colder than her brother, more prone to offense, but after Orion she seemed to grow even closer to the wilds that she loved so much. Her vengeance became legendary in the wake of her grief. The likes of Actaeon and Niobe learned that the hard way. Artemis' wrath was terrifying, and lasting. When Apollo came to her, fuming over Hyacinth's death and seeking revenge on Boreas' blood, she was all too happy to help. She'd always thought it silly to entrust Titans with the Sun and Moon. The only trustworthy one was her mother.

She took the responsibility of her chariot much more seriously than her brother. In part, she enjoyed the solitude, and the respect the mortals heaped upon her as she drew the silver light across the sky. Truly though, what she loved the most, was the proximity to Orion. Every night, she got to visit his resting place, where he watched over her with shining, bright eyes. She would've traded anything, to stay there amongst the stars with him. Alas, the Fates had other plans.
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[color=#F5EEF8]𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲[/color][/h3][/sup]
[color=#F5EEF8][color=5e74ee]⌜[/color] м σ я т α ℓ   ℓ ι f є [color=5e74ee]⌟[/color][/color]
[hider=♤][indent][color=#F5EEF8][sup]At first, there was darkness. Never ending shadows, impenetrable, unescapable. Soon though, the darkness faded, and dreams swept her away. Orion was there, guiding her through the labyrinth of her mind, until, with a crash, he was taken away again. As she and the other gods began to stir, the dream faded away, and when she awoke, she was not alone. Perhaps it was a good thing that Artemis was one of the last to awake. Had she had it her way, there would've been a massacre, but cooler heads prevailed. She stuck around long enough to learn that nobody knew anything truly useful, before slipping off to explore this new world. 

When she wasn't checking in on the immortal leech that was her brother, she was hunting in the woods. She never lost her love of followers, and wherever she tread, young women seemed to trail close behind. Some were girls she'd rescued from danger, others had simply heard tales of a band of women traveling through the wilderness, and sought to join. Artemis offered them a rare form of adventure, not easily found for girls of the town. All she asked for in return, was devotion. In the early years, she did not hide what she was from them. She saw no reason to. But mortals were cruel, and soon, word of her travels reached the wrong ears.

After centuries on Earth, many of Artemis' memories have blended together or faded completely, but she never forgot the night the Christians came. The sound of hooves beating the ground raw woke her, and she opened her tent to see them bearing down on her camp, bringing fire and steel. Her and her girls fought back, valiantly. She called on the forest for aid, but she was not the goddess she once was. So she was forced to watch as men ripped her life to shreds. They killed her, and left her for dead, and while her consciousness swam in a formless haze, she plotted. Revenge, not on the men who'd wronged her, for they were numerous and masked. She'd have to settle for those they protected, those they fought for.

When she rose again, she set out on her bloody path. In between Festivals, she tore swathes across the countrysides, a pale spirit of vengeance haunting from the shadows, all those mortals who turned to that false god. She was not such a great warrior that she was free from defeat. But each time they cut her down, she rose, made stronger by rage. A boogeyman to haunt the Dark Ages.

The years fell away however, and Artemis' crusade did little in the grand scheme of things. She watched as the monuments to her family were torn down, as the remnants of her people were scattered to the winds, or forced under the yoke of the Nazarene. Few know why Artemis ceased her bloody vengeance. She has always kept her pain close to her. Apollo though, and a handful of other Olympians, know that it was love that stayed the Moon's blade, just as it had set it into motion.

Her name was Esther, and she was everything. Courageous, compassionate, willful. When Artemis came for her village, it was Esther who stayed the moon goddess' hand, froze the notched arrow. In Esther, Artemis was reminded of the virtues that mortals possessed, and so she agreed to spare the town, so long as Esther traveled with her. Initially, Esther resented the arrangement, but this only made her more unique in Artemis' eyes. In the woods, they grew close. Esther was wise, and Artemis enjoyed that wisdom. She had grown so tired of nights without conversation, nights without love. Esther unearthed a kindness in her that Artemis had thought lost amidst the stars. Under the light of the moon, a bond grew, deeper than the one she'd shared with Orion, or anyone before. 

In the end, it was Artemis' own hubris that cost Esther her life. After a year together, Artemis brought the young woman with her, to the next Festival of Life. There, in secret, Artemis fed her share of ambrosia to her lover, in the hopes that divinity might reach out its hand and grant her eternal life. Instead, it strangled her. Esther screamed, and writhed, and within a moment, was burned away by the fruit of the gods, her mortal soul scorched by the light of the divine. Artemis held the corpse in her arms, and swore an oath;  no more innocents would fall before her.

And so, after decades of rage, Artemis finally calmed herself, for Esther. She was an arbiter of justice no longer. As castles rose and with them, new empires, Artemis positioned herself in places of power, a wise woman on the shoulder of kings. She did what she could to honor Esther, to hold true to her vow. She preached moderation in times of excess, restraint in times of war. Her folly was not in her words, but in her belief that deep down, every mortal was as good and innocent as the woman she'd loved. The truth was that few were. Every day without Esther reminded her of the sins of man, and made it harder and harder to keep her oath. Artemis kept her oath though, until the world demanded more of her. She did not give in to the rage she'd felt once before. She approached the world with her old calculated certainty, an arrow in the dark. Subterfuge and politicking became her arrows, whispers her bow. Violence was no longer her way.

Of course, words can be just as violent as a blade. With a new group of girls to serve as eyes and ears, Artemis built influence and wealth across her many identities, enough so that she could live luxuriously, while tipping decisions in favor of the downtrodden whenever she could. Was she a champion of the people? That's likely too generous. However, in the faces of beggars, she saw Esther staring back at her, challenging her to do better, to be better. She helped where she could, while she secured herself a position in the world of man. 

She carried her influence over to America, and now, in Seattle, she continues her games. Selena O'Ryan is an enigma in the city's high society. Little is known about her prior to her arrival on the coast, but it's clear that she is ambitious. Officially, she runs a meditative retreat on the edge of the city, dedicated to women's health. Unofficially, she is the woman with an ear in every office, a girl in every room. She is the Moon, and the Moon is always watching.
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[color=#F5EEF8]𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬[/color][/h3][/sup]
[color=#F5EEF8][color=5e74ee]⌜[/color] α м в ι т ι σ и ѕ [color=5e74ee]⌟[/color][/color]
[hider=♤][indent][color=#F5EEF8][sup]Artemis is swayed by little. While her family is always a priority of sorts, she long ago learned to leave them to their mistakes. She will defend them if need be, but she despises their petty drama, and does her best to rise above it. That is of course, until she finds herself offended. Primarily, Artemis desires the safety of her girls, by whatever means necessary.
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[hider=♤][indent][color=#F5EEF8][sub]The day the mortals find them. She does not need her brother's gifts of prophecy to know that they will come again, just as they did all those centuries ago. The world is advancing, and she worries about the day when humans tire of Prometheus' Flame, and fill their greedy hearts with the desire for more.[/sub][/color][/indent][/hider][/center]
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[color=#facade]A N T E R O S[/color][/sub]
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[color=#2c363b]𝕿 𝖍 𝖊   𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊  [/color]
[color=#d8eeff]𝕿 𝖍 𝖊   𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊[/color][/h3][/sup]

[color=#d8eeff][color=#facade]⌜ 𝐄 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 ⌟[/color]
[sub]Erote[/sub]

[color=#facade]⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ⌟[/color]
[sub]requited love and lovers [/sub]

[color=#facade]⌜ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟[/color]
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[color=#d8eeff][sub][sub][sup]i am your sweetheart psychopathic crush, drink up your movements, still i can't get enough[/sup][/sub][/sub][/color] 
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[indent][color=#2c363b] L O V E ' S  T O U C H[/color]
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[quote][sup][color=#d8eeff]What was once a piece of a larger group of powers that could bring Greece to its knees, is now just a sliver of divinity. Anteros once reigned over those sweethearts so happily in love, second only to his mother in that domain. Today, he is still tapped into the power we call love, though his grasp on it is tenuous at best. Once though, he could send mortals swooning after one another, proclaiming their eternal love, and it would be [i]real.[/i] Now, he has only the most minor of influences over the minds of mortals and gods. He has no power to place love where it has never been, but where there is a mutual love, he can sense it and nudge the participants together.[/color][/sup][/quote][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]
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[color=#facade]𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 ♤ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅[/color] 
[color=#d8eeff][sub][sub][sup]I overthink your punctuation use, not my fault, just a thing that my mind do[/sup][/sub][/sub][/color] 
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[color=#2c363b]𝐕 𝐢 𝐫 𝐭 𝐮 𝐞 𝐬  [/color]
[color=#d8eeff]𝐕 𝐢 𝐫 𝐭 𝐮 𝐞 𝐬[/color][/h3][/sup]
[color=#d8eeff][color=facade]⌜[/color] Compassionate [color=facade]&[/color] Clever   

Loyal [color=facade]&[/color] Patient 

Trusting  [color=facade]&[/color] Sincere[color=facade]⌟[/color][/color]

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[color=#2c363b]𝐕 𝐢 𝐜 𝐞 𝐬  [/color]
[color=#d8eeff]𝐕 𝐢 𝐜 𝐞 𝐬[/color][/h3][/sup]
[center][color=#d8eeff][color=facade]⌜[/color] Gullible [color=facade]&[/color] Vengeful 

Controlling [color=facade]&[/color]  Emotional

Shortsighted [color=facade]&[/color] Self-hating [color=facade]⌟[/color][/color][/center]

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[color=#2c363b]т н є   м σ я т α ℓ  [/color]
[color=#d8eeff]т н є   м σ я т α ℓ[/color][/h3][/sup]

[color=#d8eeff][color=facade]⌜ 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐀 𝐒 ⌟[/color]
[sub]Jacek Philon[/sub]

[color=facade]⌜ 𝐑 𝐄 𝐂 𝐎 𝐑 𝐃 𝐄 𝐃   𝐀 𝐆 𝐄 ⌟[/color]
[sub]twenty one[/sub]

[color=facade]⌜ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐗 𝐔 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐓 𝐘   &   𝐆 𝐄 𝐍 𝐃 𝐄 𝐑 ⌟[/color]
[sub]pansexual, male, he/him[/sub]

[color=facade]⌜ 𝐎 𝐂 𝐂 𝐔 𝐏 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟[/color]
[sub]College Student[/sub]
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[color=#facade]𝐋 𝐈 𝐅 𝐄 ♤ 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘[/color] 
[color=#d8eeff][sub][sub][sup]our thing progresses, i call and you come through, blow all my friendships, to sit in hell with you
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[color=#2c363b]𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲  [/color]
[color=#d8eeff]𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲[/color][/h3][/sup]
[color=#d8eeff][color=facade]⌜[/color] 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊   𝕷 𝖎 𝖋 𝖊 [color=facade]⌟[/color][/color]
[hider=♤][indent][color=#d8eeff][sup]Before Pothos, there was Eros, the winged god of love found through lust. Atop Olympus though, Eros was one of few children, and so, as gods are wont to do, Ares and Aphrodite conceived a playmate for Eros, a brother. For love must not be alone, to flourish. So it was that Anteros sprang into being, a boy with a pleasing disposition and the wings of a butterfly. He was born to keep Eros company, to keep him happy, and so he did.

The brothers spent those years as a duo. Eros, with his bow, drove the humans into the throes of passion, and Anteros decided which pairings were meant to be, tying people together with his own arrows. He grew fond of his position, content to follow Eros, so long as none interfered in his pairings. Of course, interference was inevitable. Soon, two became three, and with the birth of Pothos, Anteros became part of the Erotes.

Pothos and her lead arrows brought complications, wrenches thrown into the delicate gears of the relationships he so loved to cultivate. He took to stealing away from his siblings, hiding those couples he valued most from their prying eyes. He found Apollo and Hyacinthus on one of these days, and watched as their love turned to ashes pressed against the sun god's chest. He watched as Theseus deposited Ariadne on a desert island, scorning the love that Anteros had so carefully cultivated. He saw Patroclus fall, and Achilles driven into madness by fate. In these stories and many others, he learned something. It was not Pothos who brought pain to relationships. Her meddling was not required most times. To love was to lose, to hurt. 

This revelation brought him to his knees, forced him into mourning. For what was he if not a bringer of pain? Was he any different than Phobos and Deimos, the twins of terror? Perhaps it was his siblings who were merciful, for all he did was ensure the pain of a broken heart. If he was intent on finding an answer to this eternal problem, it was of no use. As Anteros struggled with his place, the World Tree was shriveling, dying, poisoned at the root. With a terrible roar, Olympus fell from the sky, and Anteros fell with it.
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[color=#2c363b]𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲  [/color]
[color=#d8eeff]𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲[/color][/h3][/sup]
[color=#d8eeff][color=facade]⌜[/color] м σ я т α ℓ   ℓ ι f є [color=facade]⌟[/color][/color]
[hider=♤][indent][color=#d8eeff][sup]Mortaldom was, surprisingly, the perfect antidote to his melancholy. Anteros became known amongst the fallen gods for his fast and fleeting romances. He was prone to falling headfirst into passionate, whirlwind romances that left him reeling. He entered a cycle, finding a new lover, exhausting them, wallowing in the pain of the breakup, celebrating his new freedom to love and be loved, and starting the whole thing over again.

Throughout the years on Earth, Anteros was never one to stray from his family. His earlier gripes had been washed away by their new situation, and without the weight of their responsibilities, Anteros found his siblings more tolerable than he had in the days of Olympus.

Modernity ushered the world into ever changing eras, and as wandering became less viable, Anteros surrounded himself with mortal youths. He enrolled in college, too many times to count, less for the education and moreso to be around the myriad of young adults searching for love between classes. As his own human dalliances bored him more and more, he once again took pleasure in pushing people together and playing matchmaker. No longer was he forced to watch people fall apart. He could watch the good part, and pretend it all worked out like the fairy tales.

In Seattle, Anteros has found himself at school once more, enjoying his endless days. Mortal life has only grown infinitely more interesting to him in the centuries since the Fall, and he is not likely to give it up anytime soon. He's come to enjoy the quirks of this life, and the ease with which he moves through it. 

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[color=#2c363b]𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬  [/color]
[color=#d8eeff]𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬[/color][/h3][/sup]
[color=#d8eeff][color=facade]⌜[/color] α м в ι т ι σ и ѕ [color=facade]⌟[/color][/color]
[hider=♤][indent][color=#d8eeff][sup]Anteros is driven by two things: his own whims, and those of his family. He does what he wants, most of the time, and what he wants is hardly of importance to the likes of Zeus and Ra. However, when his mother or siblings come calling, he is a loyal servant, born to follow them wherever they might lead him. He wants what they want, even if it kills him sometimes.
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[color=#d8eeff][color=facade]⌜[/color] f є α я ѕ [color=facade]⌟[/color][/color]
[hider=♤][indent][color=#d8eeff][sub]Love, hate, sadness and pain. These are emotions that Anteros knows well. Fear though, is unfamiliar to him. He felt it first, as Olympus fell. Later, he felt the gnawings of it at his stomach, when Eros skipped a Conclave. The centuries have given him time to mull on that which makes him afraid, and he's concluded that it is the idea of losing his family. Not necessarily because of the pain (though he imagines there would be quite a bit of that) but because he is unsure who he is without them. He is an Erote, even as a mortal. All his running from them would never change the fact that he was born to keep Eros company. Without the others, he is nothing.[/sub][/color][/indent][/hider][/center]
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[hider=Apollo, god of music and oracles][center]
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[color=424141][i]g o d  o f  m u s i c[/i][/color]
[sub][color=000000]A P O L L O [/color]
[color=eed873]A P O L L O[/color][/sub]
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[color=#2c363b]𝕿 𝖍 𝖊   𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊  [/color]
[color=5499C7]𝕿 𝖍 𝖊   𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊[/color][/h3][/sup]

[color=5499C7][color=eed873]⌜ 𝐄 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 ⌟[/color]
[sub]The Bright One[/sub]

[color=eed873]⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ⌟[/color]
[sub]oracles, the sun, music, healing and poetry[/sub]

[color=eed873]⌜ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟[/color]
[sub]Greek[/sub]
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[color=#eed873]𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 ♤ 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒[/color] 
[color=5499C7][sub][sub][sup][i]so many tears I've cried, so much pain inside[/i][/sup][/sub][/sub][/color] 
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[indent][color=#2c363b] P R O P H E C Y[/color]
[color=5499C7]P R O P H E C Y[/color][/indent][/h3][/sup]
[quote][sup][color=5499C7]Many people, including Apollo himself, have forgotten his role as the patron of oracles. The universe, it seems, did not. Apollo's songs, enchanting as they are, are ever so often tinged with words of prophetic wisdom. He knows precious little about what the future holds, only that sometimes, his lyrics light the way.[/color][/sup][/quote][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]
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[color=#eed873]𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 ♤ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅[/color] 
[color=5499C7][sub][sub][sup][i]but baby, it ain't over till it's over[/i][/sup][/sub][/sub][/color] 
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[color=#2c363b]𝐕 𝐢 𝐫 𝐭 𝐮 𝐞 𝐬  [/color]
[color=5499C7]𝐕 𝐢 𝐫 𝐭 𝐮 𝐞 𝐬[/color][/h3][/sup]
[color=5499C7][color=eed873]⌜[/color] Optimistic [color=eed873]&[/color] Creative   

Passionate [color=eed873]&[/color] Empathetic 

Loyal  [color=eed873]&[/color] Brave[color=eed873]⌟[/color][/color]

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[color=#2c363b]𝐕 𝐢 𝐜 𝐞 𝐬  [/color]
[color=5499C7]𝐕 𝐢 𝐜 𝐞 𝐬[/color][/h3][/sup]
[center][color=5499C7][color=eed873]⌜[/color] Hedonistic [color=eed873]&[/color] Impulsive 

Vengeful [color=eed873]&[/color] Manipulative 

Juvenile [color=eed873]&[/color] Vain [color=eed873]⌟[/color][/color][/center]

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[color=5499C7][color=eed873]⌜ 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐀 𝐒 ⌟[/color]
[sub]Alexander Calimeris[/sub]

[color=eed873]⌜ 𝐑 𝐄 𝐂 𝐎 𝐑 𝐃 𝐄 𝐃   𝐀 𝐆 𝐄 ⌟[/color]
[sub]twenty four[/sub]

[color=eed873]⌜ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐗 𝐔 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐓 𝐘   &   𝐆 𝐄 𝐍 𝐃 𝐄 𝐑 ⌟[/color]
[sub]bicon, male, he/him[/sub]

[color=eed873]⌜ 𝐎 𝐂 𝐂 𝐔 𝐏 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟[/color]
[sub]Host of popular radio show, [i]Rise and Whine[/i].[/sub]
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[color=#eed873]𝐋 𝐈 𝐅 𝐄 ♤ 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘[/color] 
[color=5499C7][sub][sub][sup][i]so many years we've tried to keep our love alive[/i][/sup][/sub][/sub][/color] 
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[color=#2c363b]𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲  [/color]
[color=5499C7]𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲[/color][/h3][/sup]
[color=5499C7][color=eed873]⌜[/color] 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊   𝕷 𝖎 𝖋 𝖊 [color=eed873]⌟[/color][/color]
[hider=♤][indent][color=5499C7][sup]Zeus had never been known for his fidelity, of that, everyone can agree. Leto was just another woman in a long line of affairs, hardly even the first to get pregnant. Nevertheless, Hera came at her with all the rage she usually mustered, and sent the serpent Python slithering after the pregnant Leto. Tired and alone, with the serpent closing in, Leto found refuge on Delos, the ever moving island. Unbound, Delos floated across the many seas, keeping Leto safe from Python. It was on Delos where the twins were born, first Artemis, and then her brother, golden Apollo.

Suckling on nectar and nibbling on ambrosia, Apollo grew faster than any mortal. He was fully grown within days, and hungry for vengeance on the beast that had hunted his mother. A babe in man's clothes, he slung his bow across his back and set off to slay a monster. He found the serpent at Delphi, guarding the resting place of his mother, Gaia. Their battle raged for three days, and three nights, but as the sun rose on the fourth morning, Apollo loosed his final arrow, and the great Python fell to the ground, dead. 

Apollo took Delphi as his sacred site after the battle, and in the years to come, he'd be known as the patron of Oracles. As a young Olympian, Apollo flaunted his divinity every chance he got, leading him into a myriad of troubling situations. Everyone knows the story of him, Daphne, and Eros' accursed arrows. For a long time, Apollo was a sort of proof that gods were just as unchanging as the mortals they lorded over. That is, until Hyacinth.

Brash and braggadocios, Apollo was known for falling fast, and leaving faster. What drew him so closely to Hyacinth, none can say for certain. Perhaps it was his beauty, supposedly unmatched, or perhaps it was the fact that Hyacinth chose Apollo over all his other suitors? Whatever the reason, their love, like everything Apollo was apart of, was bright and splendid. Of course, like anything involving a mortal, it was also fleeting. Hyacinth's choice had angered Boreas, the North Wind, and he was not known for his forgiveness. One day, while Apollo and Hyacinth were throwing a discus, Boreas swooped down, and sent the disc crashing into Hyacinth's skull. He was dead before he hit the ground. Apollo held him until the sun went down, and on the earth, where divine tears and mortal blood mingled, a flower grew. Apollo named the flower for his dead lover, and buried him at the foot of his temple. Then he swore his revenge.

Zeus had forbade him from taking revenge on the winds, but he had said nothing about the other Titans, those who'd sided with the gods and been allowed to keep their domains in return for their loyalty. Boreas' uncle, the titan Helios, held the sun, and his aunt Selene, the moon. With his sister at his side, Apollo challenged Helios to an archery contest, demanding that he answer for his nephew's crime. Artemis demanded the same challenge of Selene. The stakes? The coveted chariots of the Sun and Moon, one a shining star of gold, the other a shimmering silver. The titans lost that day, and with their chariots went any hope of a return. The Olympians had taken what remained of their regality, and they had nothing left but immortality.

Gilded as he already was, the sun was little more than a trinket for Apollo. The awesome responsibility of the chariot was often lost on him, a child in the body of a man, who would rather pluck at a lyre than do any real work. Apollo, more than anything, loved to be worshipped. The sun was ultimately, just another source of mortal prayers to feed his immortal ego.
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[hider=♤][indent][color=5499C7][sup]The lead up to The Fall is still a dark spot in the sun god's memories. A fuzzy period, within which he can find no solid ground. Those early days though, after The Fall? He remembers those well. The chaos the gods found themselves in, the despair they all shared. Apollo had despised his mortality, had raged against these new chains. In the months following his new status, he drowned himself in the physical pleasures of the earth, base as they may be. No mortal music sounded quite the same as the melodies that he had commanded on Olympus, and no mortal lips were as sweet as those of Hyacinth.

It was Artemis who pulled him from melancholy, with news of the Tree. Not the World Tree, that had upheld their mighty realms, but a sapling, one that might maintain their immortality, preserve their godhood until the day it might be saved. So it was, that Apollo found himself at the first Conclave, eating the fruit of this new Tree.

As months became years, and years decades, Apollo began to adapt to his new situation. He was petulant, certainly, but there is only so long that one can be resist the workings of fate. He knew this better than most. Mortals were entertaining, at the very least, and with the passage of time halted by his yearly ambrosia, he had eternity to spend amongst them. He traveled far and wide, to Babylon and Constantinople. He watched as empires rose and fell, as mortals discovered new ways to inspire him.

Legends circulated of a man, a wanderer who brought only instruments and revelry. Some whispered that if you pleased him, he might even leave a prophecy behind, as a thank you. He misses those days, when stories were just stories, and he and the others had the freedom to exist as they pleased. Of course, the mortals had to go and muck that up too. Apollo might've given them music and culture, but Hephaestus had given them industry and innovation. With that spark, they created even more weapons to defend their great works, and they destroyed any who threatened them. By the time the gods and their tree finally left Europe, he was glad to be free of the continent; the taste of the air had soured there.

In America, Apollo found a new home. He'd been before, to sample the liquor of Prohibition, but the country waiting for him two decades later was much different. He was particularly partial to the 60's, when free love reigned and a party was never hard to find. Recent years saw him following the Tree, still beholden to it for his immortality, and immortality he has no intention of ever losing. Mortaldom might be a punishment, but it is nothing compared to the darkness of death that plagues his dreams.

In Seattle, Apollo has become Alexander Calimeris, a minor local celebrity thanks to his radio show, Rise and Whine, where, in between carefully curated song selection, Apollo complains about a new thing everyday. In truth, Apollo isn't doing anything differently. He's partying, and inspiring mortals, all with his usual casual attitude.

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[hider=♤][indent][color=5499C7][sup]Apollo gave up on goals a long time ago. He's enjoying immortality as much as he can, uninterested in the greater machinations of his family. He will fight for them if the time comes, but it's been a long time away from Olympus, and any threats have yet to show themselves. He's beginning to think they never will.
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[hider=♤][indent][color=5499C7][sub]Death. The permanent one. He knows what awaits gods when they die, or at least, he knows it's not Elysium.[/sub][/color][/indent][/hider][/center]
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[color=#2c363b]𝕿 𝖍 𝖊   𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊  [/color]
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[color=#eaa9d3][color=#7845b8]⌜ 𝐄 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 ⌟[/color]
[sub]Queen of the Gods[/sub]

[color=#7845b8]⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ⌟[/color]
[sub]marriage, women, and childbirth[/sub]

[color=#7845b8]⌜ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟[/color]
[sub]Greek[/sub]
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[color=#eaa9d3][sub][sub][sup]'Cause I hear he's got his arm 'round a brand-new girl[/sup][/sub][/sub][/color] 
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[quote][sup][color=#eaa9d3]As the goddess of childbirth, Hera oversaw the birth of most children, mortal and divine. In her mortal form, Hera is still very much a fertility goddess, able to sense the pregnancies of nearby mortals and gods alike. She has no control over the fate of the child, but she is something better than an ultrasound. Her gift allows her to determine sex, parentage, even health.[/color][/sup][/quote][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]
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[color=#eaa9d3][sub][sub][sup]I've been pickin' up my heart, he's been pickin' up her[/sup][/sub][/sub][/color] 
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[color=#eaa9d3][color=#7845b8]⌜[/color] Empathetic [color=#7845b8]&[/color] Shrewd  

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[center][color=#eaa9d3][color=#7845b8]⌜[/color] Envious [color=#7845b8]&[/color] Vindictive 

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[color=#eaa9d3][color=#7845b8]⌜ 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐀 𝐒 ⌟[/color]
[sub]Marilyn Montgomery[/sub]

[color=#7845b8]⌜ 𝐑 𝐄 𝐂 𝐎 𝐑 𝐃 𝐄 𝐃   𝐀 𝐆 𝐄 ⌟[/color]
[sub]forty three[/sub]

[color=#7845b8]⌜ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐗 𝐔 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐓 𝐘   &   𝐆 𝐄 𝐍 𝐃 𝐄 𝐑 ⌟[/color]
[sub]heterosexual, female, she/her[/sub]

[color=#7845b8]⌜ 𝐎 𝐂 𝐂 𝐔 𝐏 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟[/color]
[sub]Divorce attorney[/sub]
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[color=#7845b8]𝐋 𝐈 𝐅 𝐄 ♤ 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘[/color] 
[color=#eaa9d3][sub][sub][sup]And I never got past what you put me through, but it's wonderful to see that it never phased you[/sup][/sub][/sub][/color] 
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[color=#eaa9d3][color=#7845b8]⌜[/color] 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊   𝕷 𝖎 𝖋 𝖊 [color=#7845b8]⌟[/color][/color]
[hider=♤][indent][color=#eaa9d3][sup]Hera's life before the fall is a famously tragic tale. Swallowed by her father only moments after birth, she grew up in darkness, with the earliest of Olympians. She remembers little about that time, save the blinding light that came to save them from imprisonment. That, she will never forget, not even when her skin and bones have crumbled into ashes and rejoined the silt of creation.

When Zeus freed his siblings from his father's stomach, he enlisted them in his war against the Titans. He took Hera as his queen, a marriage before a war. By his side, Hera slew countless foes. The war raged on, the land torn asunder, and still she fought. She fought for her new husband, and the children he would grant her. She fought for the splendor he would lay at her feet and the throne that he had promised her. Hera's prowess in battle was oft forgotten by the likes of Homer, but it was prevalent nonetheless. She was an Olympian, after all. 

When the Titans lay broken at the feet of their usurpers, Hera rejoiced with the others, and cradled the empty womb, sure to bear the Prince of Olympus. Only, Hera's child was not the first to be born. Zeus sired three children, one with Metis, two with Leto, before deigning to lay with the woman he'd married. This was only the first of many slights. Hera was forced to watch as Zeus paraded his dalliances across Olympus. She became known for her rage, and Zeus? He became known for his power. It sickened her. Watching him reap the benefits of her work. It was she who tended the divine court, she who wore the crown of a queen. Yet, her son received scorn, while Zeus' bastards were lauded with accolades and power. Wise Athena, Golden Apollo, Shining Artemis. The ever present thorns in her side.

Of course, it was not enough for Zeus to simply humiliate her. She could live with humiliation, if it meant that Ares would one day get the position he was owed. When she heard of Zagreus, the unnatural spawn of Life and Death, she was appalled. Zeus had promised the boy a marriage, and a throne, a throne that was her son's [i]by right.[/i] This would not stand. She met with Leto, away from the watchful eyes of her brethren, and together, they hatched a plan. United by their hatred of this usurper, the two women led him on a wild goose chase, into the maw of Tartarus. Her only regret was that she needed Leto's help to make it happen.

She had plans for Olympus, for Zeus. With Zagreus gone, only Athena and Apollo seemed to present worthy threats to her son's inheritance. Artemis was unconcerned with the power plays of her family, but Athena would claim it, simply to vex Ares, and Apollo was a glutton for spectacle. He would not easily turn his head at a crown. No matter. These two were simply obstacles to be removed. And they might have been, had the world not suddenly crashed in all around her, crushing any hopes she had of redemption.
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[hider=♤][indent][color=#eaa9d3][sup]What does a queen do without her throne, her crown, or her subjects? Hera had never been forced to ask the question before, but in the wake of Apocalypse, she found herself desperate for an answer. Strong as she was, she had never been...alone. Not once. If she was not accompanied by one of the Olympians, then her handmaids trailed behind her and served at her beck and call. Now, cut off from her power, she had nothing, nothing except her family.

Maybe it was hope, or maybe it was old habits, but she tried and failed to make Zeus an honest man. Mortaldom had not changed him much, it seemed. Failing with her husband, Hera turned to her children, rotating amongst Ares, Hephaestus, Eileithia, and Hebe. Some enjoyed her more than others, though none could say that Hera had nothing to offer. Overbearing as she was, her mortal life gave her more time to devote to their wellbeing, and their ambitions only benefitted from her continued attention. Far from Olympus, she still fancied herself a kingmaker.

The occasional desire for independence surfaced sometime in their third century on Earth, a nagging whisper in her head. She followed it, out into the world, and found that being alone was not quite so frightening as it had been. She did not need Zeus, or her crown, to prove her worth. The mortals saw it, painted across every inch of her. She was regality incarnate, and where she walked, they practically begged to serve her. When Hera wasn't advising one of her children, or meddling in their lives, she found herself hosted in the courts of kings, an enigmatic woman of mysterious origins, paying her way with secrets and whispers. 

She went on like this for centuries it seemed, the picture of the middle class divorcee, centuries before it would be so in vogue. Loathe as she is to admit it, Artemis was the inspiration for the next phase of her mortal life. Her affinity with the savage girls she collected gave the queen an idea. The mortals clearly needed saving, uplifting, and Artemis certainly wasn't doing them any favors. So it was, as the world prepared for a second war Helena Albrecht arrived on the streets of London, a matronly but stern governess, and the headmistress of Albrecht School For Girls. It was a surprisingly apt role for the former queen, and she grew to think of the girls left in her care as her own children. She did not teach them archery or espionage like Artemis. Rather, she taught them etiquette, literature and poetry, with a healthy dose of statecraft, for every woman must know how to rule, even if her kingdom is just four walls.

Then the bombs came. In an instant, the Fall returned for her, and her world was torn asunder. She choked on fire and ash, awash in chaos. When she awoke, she was alone, in the ruins of her school. Her children were gone, and with them, her good will. Hera had been scorned for the last time.

She grew colder, if that was even possible. Her walls became bulwarks, and whatever glimmer of mercy that shone inside died with the girls of the Albrecht School. Hera sharpened her edges in America, as a businesswoman, as a small town politician, even as a crime boss. Seattle has witnessed this queen reborn in the form of Marilyn Montgomery, suave and sophisticated socialite, stunningly effective divorce attorney, and ruthless social climber. Rumor has it that Marilyn has eyes on the mayor's seat, but the truth is, Hera has much bigger plans in mind.
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[color=#2c363b]𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬  [/color]
[color=#eaa9d3]𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬[/color][/h3][/sup]
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[hider=♤][indent][color=#eaa9d3][sup]Hera wants power, plain and simple. She strives for the respect she's entitled to, not just for herself, but for her children as well. 
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