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[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]
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[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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[color=#2c363b]𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲  [/color]
[color=5499C7]𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲[/color][/h3][/sup]
[color=5499C7][color=eed873]⌜[/color] м σ я т α ℓ   ℓ ι f є [color=eed873]⌟[/color][/color]
[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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[color=#2c363b]𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬  [/color]
[color=5499C7]𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬[/color][/h3][/sup]
[color=5499C7][color=eed873]⌜[/color] α м в ι т ι σ и ѕ [color=eed873]⌟[/color][/color]
[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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[color=5499C7][color=eed873]⌜[/color] f є α я ѕ [color=eed873]⌟[/color][/color]
[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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