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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]
[sub]Greek[/sub]
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[color=#facade]𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 ♤ 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒[/color] 
[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]
[color=#d8eeff]L O V E ' S  T O U C H[/color][/indent][/h3][/sup]
[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]
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[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=#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]
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[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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