[hider=Pasithea, Goddess of Relaxation][center] [sup][h1] [color=424141][i]Goddess of Relaxation[/i][/color] [sub][color=000000] Πασιθέα[/color] [color=8f99fb]Πασιθέα[/color][/sub] [/h1][/sup] [/center] [table][row] [sup][h3][b] [color=2e2c2c]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ [right]▅▅▅▅▅▅[/right][/color] [/b][/h3][/sup] [/row][row][cell][center][img] https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/558670401048412183/965644180170870794/IMG_4700.jpg[/img][/center][/cell][cell][sup][center][color=fff79a]Christina Nadin[/color] | [color=8f99fb]#8f99fb[/color][/center][/sup][center][sup][h3][color=8f99fb]████████████████████████[/color] [color=#2c363b]𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊  [/color] [color=fff79a]𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊[/color][/h3][/sup] [color=fff79a][color=8f99fb]⌜ 𝐄 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 ⌟[/color] [sub]Pasithea, Goddess of Relaxation, Youngest Charities, Lilywhite[/sub] [color=8f99fb]⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ⌟[/color] [sub]Altered Consciousness, Hallucination, Meditation, Relaxation, Rest[/sub] [color=8f99fb]⌜ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟[/color] [sub]Greek[/sub] [/color] [h1][color=8f99fb]✾[/color][/h1][/center][/cell][cell][center][img]pic 2 (same size as pic 1)[/img][/center][/cell][/row][/table][center] [sup][h1] [color=#8f99fb]𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 ✾ 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒[/color] [color=fff79a][sub][sub][sup]Light glimmers in a flower[/sup][/sub][/sub][/color] [/h1][/sup] [/center] [indent][indent][indent][indent][sup][h3][color=8f99fb]████████████[/color] [indent][color=#2c363b] P O W E R[/color] [color=fff79a]P O W E R[/color][/indent][/h3][/sup] [quote][sup][color=fff79a]She can create pheromone/mist around her that causes those nearby into a relaxed state that appears as if they are sleepy, hallucinations for her targets being an unfortunate side effect to this relaxed state. She has no control of what they will see, good or bad as her powers are weakened now.[/color][/sup][/quote][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent] [center] [sup][h1] [color=#8f99fb]𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 ✾ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅[/color] [color=fff79a][sub][sub][sup]Like jewels in a dream[/sup][/sub][/sub][/color] [/h1][/sup] [/center][table][row] [sup][h3][b] [color=2e2c2c]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ [right]▅▅▅▅▅▅[/right][/color] [/b][/h3][/sup] [/row][row][cell][color=2e2c2c]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[/color] [center][sup][h3][color=8f99fb]███████████████[/color] [color=#2c363b]𝐕 𝐢 𝐫 𝐭 𝐮 𝐞 𝐬  [/color] [color=fff79a]𝐕 𝐢 𝐫 𝐭 𝐮 𝐞 𝐬[/color][/h3][/sup] [color=fff79a][color=8f99fb]⌜[/color] Calm [color=8f99fb]&[/color] Kind Observant [color=8f99fb]&[/color] Carefree Charitable [color=8f99fb]&[/color] Gentle [color=8f99fb]⌟[/color][/color] [/center][/cell][cell][center][img] https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/558670401048412183/965644185392808036/IMG_4699.jpg[/img][/center][color=2e2c2c]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ [/color][/cell][cell][color=2e2c2c]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[/color] [center][sup][h3][color=8f99fb]███████████████[/color] [color=#2c363b]𝐕 𝐢 𝐜 𝐞 𝐬  [/color] [color=fff79a]𝐕 𝐢 𝐜 𝐞 𝐬[/color][/h3][/sup] [center][color=fff79a][color=8f99fb]⌜[/color] Clumsy [color=8f99fb]&[/color] Oblivious Childish [color=8f99fb]&[/color] Vulnerable Timid [color=8f99fb]&[/color] Lazy [color=8f99fb]⌟[/color][/color][/center] [/center][/cell][/row][/table] [table][row] [sup][h3][b] [color=2e2c2c]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ [right]▅▅▅▅▅▅[/right][/color] [/b][/h3][/sup] [/row][row][cell][center][img] https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/558670401048412183/965644192611172452/IMG_4698.jpg[/img][/center][/cell][cell][center][sup][h3][color=8f99fb]████████████████████████[/color] [color=#2c363b]т н є м σ я т α ℓ  [/color] [color=fff79a]т н є м σ я т α ℓ[/color][/h3][/sup] [color=fff79a][color=8f99fb]⌜ 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐀 𝐒 ⌟[/color] [sub]Thea Chalaróste[/sub] [color=8f99fb]⌜ 𝐑 𝐄 𝐂 𝐎 𝐑 𝐃 𝐄 𝐃 𝐀 𝐆 𝐄 ⌟[/color] [sub]21[/sub] [color=8f99fb]⌜ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐗 𝐔 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐓 𝐘 & 𝐆 𝐄 𝐍 𝐃 𝐄 𝐑 ⌟[/color] [sub]Bisexual, Female, She/Her[/sub] [color=8f99fb]⌜ 𝐎 𝐂 𝐂 𝐔 𝐏 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟[/color] [sub] Owner of ‘Floating Dreams’ (Sensory Depravation & Massage Parlor)[/sub] [/color][/center][/cell][cell][center][img]pic 5 (same size as pic 4)[/img][/center][/cell][/row][/table] [center] [sup][h1] [color=#8f99fb]𝐋 𝐈 𝐅 𝐄 ✾ 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘[/color] [color=fff79a][sub][sub][sup]The sky breathes life, love to everything[/sup][/sub][/sub][/color] [/h1][/sup] [/center][table][row] [sup][h3][b] [color=2e2c2c]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ [right]▅▅▅▅▅▅[/right][/color] [/b][/h3][/sup] [/row][row][cell][center][img] https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/558670401048412183/965644167889944667/IMG_4702.jpg[/img][/center][color=2e2c2c]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ [right]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[/right] [/color][/cell][cell][color=2e2c2c]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[/color] [center][sup][h3][color=8f99fb]██████████████████████[/color] [color=#2c363b]𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲  [/color] [color=fff79a]𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲[/color][/h3][/sup] [color=fff79a][color=8f99fb]⌜[/color] 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 𝕷 𝖎 𝖋 𝖊 [color=8f99fb]⌟[/color][/color] [hider=✾][indent][color=fff79a][sup] Pasithea is the daughter of Dionysus and Hera, unlike all of her other sisters within the Charities which were born from the union of Zeus and Eurynome. The youngest of the Charities but a minor goddess all the same, one who supported Aphrodite as she was captivated by her beauty and stood by her side long enough to have the honor to call her by Lady. Her life is not one that is extremely noteworthy, that is until the war. During the war of Dionysos against the Indians, the god was driven mad by Hera and his army routed. Pasithea was gathering the shoots of the fragrant reeds in the Erythraian garden, in order to mix the flowing juice of Assyrian oil with Indian flowers in the steaming cauldrons of Paphos, to make ointment for her Lady [Aphrodite]. While she plucked all manner of dew-wet plants her gaze was pulled to the forest and there, not far off she saw the madness of her father, Dionysus. She wept in sorrow and tender affection, and tore her cheeks with her nails in mourning. She saw the Satyrs scurrying from battle and saw Bassarides lying dead. She pitied Chalcomede fleeing with swift feet from the blade of furious Morrheus [an Indian prince]--and indeed she was shaken with jealousy of the rosy-cheek maiden, for fear she might win the day with radiant Aphrodite. Sorrowing, she returned to Olympus, but she hid her grief for Dionysos in mournful silence. Scratches bloomed on her rounded cheeks and dimmed the bright radiance of her face. Aphrodite saw her downcast and understood the grief heralded by her silent face; then she addressed to her these comforting words, “Dear girl, what trouble has changed your looks? Maiden, what has made you lose your ruddy looks? Who has quenched the gleams of springtime from your face? The silvery sheen shines no longer upon your skin, your eyes no longer laugh as before. Come now, tell me your anxieties. Are you plagued by my son, Eros, perhaps? Are you in love with some herdsman, among the mountains, struck with desire, like Selene? Has Eros perhaps flicked you also with the cestus, like Eos once before? Ah, I know why your cheeks are pale…shadowy Hypnos, the vagabond woos you as a bridegroom woos a maid! I will not compel you if you are unwilling; I will not join Hypnos the blackskin to Pasithea the lilywhite!” When Aphrodite had said this, Pasithea broke, weeping and replied, “Mother of the Loves! Sower of life in the everlasting universe! No herdsman troubles me, no bold desire of Hypnos. I am not lovesick Eos or Selene. No, I am tormented by the afflictions for Dionysos, my father, driven about in terror by the Furies. He is your brother, please protect Dionysos if you can!” Then she recounted all her father's afflictions to her mistress, and the countless ranks of Bassarides that Morrheus the Indian Prince had killed, and all the fugitive host of Satyrs, even Dionysos lashed with the Erinys' whip, and wailing Gigarto gasping on the ground, and Codone gone before her season. With shame, she described the sorrows and beauty of Chalcomede. Sweetsmiling Aphrodite put off the wanted laugh from her radiant rosy face and told her messenger Aglaia, one of Pasithea’s older sisters to call Eros. She commanded Eros to make the Indian Prince Morrheus fall in love with one of the Bakkantes which distracted him from his war against the leaderless troops of Dionysos. —— It seems only war can bring with it stories of Pasithea’s life and how it is thrown into chaos. This time it was around the Trojan war. Hera wanted to help the Danaans win the war. At the time, she loathed Zeus and came up with a cunning plan. She donned herself in aromatic oils and the scent of ambrosia in an attempt to seduce Zeus. Then, she fooled Aphrodite into giving her a charm that would ensure success in getting Zeus to fall for her. The final piece of the puzzle was Hypnos. At first, Hypnos was reluctant. His memories of the first time he tricked Zeus made him reject her initial offers. It wasn’t until she mentioned that she would be indebted to him, bringing up Pasithea as a bargaining chip that Hypnos took interest. Hypnos was already enamored with her and all attempts to woo her thus far had failed, so the promise of marriage made him reconsider. He made Hera swear on the River Styx and in front of the gods of the Underworld that Hypnos would have Pasithea’s hand in marriage if he helped Hera. He followed through with his end of the bargain, Zeus none the wiser to the trickery but a deal was a deal. Pasithea was married to Hypnos thereafter without much of a choice, not planning on going against her mother, let alone as a deal created by the Queen of the Gods. It was lucky for her that Hypnos was a kind and gentle god. She eventually found a deep love with him and created beautiful children together. Her new life a happy one and filled with much joy, She simply wishes she had had a choice in the matter and was not dragged away from all she knew or cared about. She wondered what life could have been like without all her options taken from her. [/sup][/color][/indent][/hider][/center] [center][sup][h3][color=8f99fb]██████████████████████[/color] [color=#2c363b]𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲  [/color] [color=fff79a]𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲[/color][/h3][/sup] [color=fff79a][color=8f99fb]⌜[/color] м σ я т α ℓ ℓ ι f є [color=8f99fb]⌟[/color][/color] [hider=✾][indent][color=fff79a][sup] The fall was more than a little shock to Pasithea, her calm broken in a moment as she found herself on the mortal plane again, questioning if everything before this moment had been an illusion. She found herself in the same location she had left from to join her husband in the underworld. It took her awhile to get her bearings and not feel so conflicted about the separation from the underworld. Everything was different and yet the same from when she last walked among the mortals. Once she found her stride amongst them, always on to go with the flow of any situation, she used the knowledge she had gained from her time assisting Aphrodite to make her way in the world. She made perfumes, ointments, and make up but also she studied herbs and potions to sell for healing. She expanded merchandising to other parts of the world eventually and soon longed to visit those places instead of just giving the product for wealth. It wasn’t long before she started traveling, learning different relaxation methods from other cultures and avoiding any hint of war on the horizon, always choosing the safest and least affected areas. War had always been a problem for her because others had made it that way so why tempt them further. It was pretty ironic, seeing that she should feel the least afraid being half sister to one of the very gods that was the bringer of war itself. Just another reason to avoid direct family as much as possible. She was polite to them and timid, shying away but she didn’t blame the others of her pantheon so she didn’t disappear entirely to only show up once a year but instead staying up to date with safer members. In the last few years, she has worked hard to set up a company in her name. Pasithea took a lot of time, effort, and worked with the right people to make it seem like this place had been gifted to her and that she had grown it into something more. She hated faking appearances but sometimes the world's a stage and the stage is a world of entertainment. It was necessary to pull the wool over their eyes and keep the curtains closed. It brings her immense enjoyment to be able to help people relax and reset so to speak. She feels closer to who she used to be and she tries to help people any way she can with her skills or abilities, what is left of them anyway. [/sup][/color][/indent][/hider][/center] [center][sup][h3][color=8f99fb]██████████████████████[/color] [color=#2c363b]𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬  [/color] [color=fff79a]𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬[/color][/h3][/sup] [color=fff79a][color=8f99fb]⌜[/color] α м в ι т ι σ и ѕ [color=8f99fb]⌟[/color][/color] [hider=✾][indent][color=fff79a][sup]She wants to explore what she was never able to before, try new things. She does want to find out more about the fall and why it happened. For now, she is just taking this as second chance. [/sup][/color][/indent][/hider] [color=fff79a][color=8f99fb]⌜[/color] f є α я ѕ [color=8f99fb]⌟[/color][/color] [hider=✾][indent][color=fff79a][sub]She fears for her family, always worrying for them. She has a fear of war/fighting as everything that has happened in her life seemed to start because of a war or some petty fight.[/sub][/color][/indent][/hider][/center] [/cell][/row][/table][/hider]