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[color=424141][i]d e i t y   o͏ f͏   a n a r c h y[/i][/color]
[sub][color=000000]Κ ῶ μ ο ς [/color]
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[color=#2c363b]𝕿 𝖍 𝖊   𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊  [/color]
[color=#61b294]𝕿 𝖍 𝖊   𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊[/color][/h3][/sup]

[color=#61b294][color=#b2617f]⌜ 𝐄 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 ⌟[/color]
[sub]Comus [sub]⌜ Κῶμος ⌟[/sub][/sub]

[color=#b2617f]⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ⌟[/color]
[sub]Anarchy, Festivity, Revels, Nocturnal Dalliances[/sub]

[color=#b2617f]⌜ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟[/color]
[sub]Greek[/sub]
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[color=#b2617f]𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 ☣ 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒[/color] 
[color=#61b294][sub][sub][sup]Introduce a little anarchy[/sup][/sub][/sub][/color] 
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[indent][color=#2c363b] S A T I E T Y[/color]
[color=#61b294]S A T I E T Y[/color][/indent][/h3][/sup][indent][indent][sub][color=#61b294] \ sə-ˈtī-ə-tē[/color][/sub][/indent][/indent]
[quote][sup][color=#61b294]Comus can generate alcohol and alcoholic beverages, including beers, wines, and spirits, whether by drawing them from already existing sources. It makes for a great party trick to the already shitfaced mortals. Even better? No need to get up for refills.[/color][/sup][/quote][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]
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[color=#b2617f]𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 ☣ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅[/color] 
[color=#61b294][sub][sub][sup]Upset the established order, and everything becomes chaos[/sup][/sub][/sub][/color] 
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[color=#2c363b]𝐕 𝐢 𝐫 𝐭 𝐮 𝐞 𝐬  [/color]
[color=#61b294]𝐕 𝐢 𝐫 𝐭 𝐮 𝐞 𝐬[/color][/h3][/sup]
[color=#61b294][color=#b2617f]⌜[/color] Magnetic [color=#b2617f]&[/color] Gregarious   

Boisterous [color=#b2617f]&[/color] Revelrous 

Charismatic [color=#b2617f]&[/color] Confident [color=#b2617f]⌟[/color][/color]

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[color=#2c363b]𝐕 𝐢 𝐜 𝐞 𝐬  [/color]
[color=#61b294]𝐕 𝐢 𝐜 𝐞 𝐬[/color][/h3][/sup]
[center][color=#61b294][color=#b2617f]⌜[/color] Chaotic [color=#b2617f]&[/color] Capricious  

Voracious [color=#b2617f]&[/color] Indulgent  

Rebellious [color=#b2617f]&[/color] Disorganized [color=#b2617f]⌟[/color][/color][/center]

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[color=#61b294][color=#b2617f]⌜ 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐀 𝐒 ⌟[/color]
[sub]Coley [sub]⌜ Coco ⌟[/sub] Merkouri [/sub]

[color=#b2617f]⌜ 𝐑 𝐄 𝐂 𝐎 𝐑 𝐃 𝐄 𝐃   𝐀 𝐆 𝐄 ⌟[/color]
[sub]22 - 26[/sub]

[color=#b2617f]⌜ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐗 𝐔 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐓 𝐘   &   𝐆 𝐄 𝐍 𝐃 𝐄 𝐑 ⌟[/color]
[sub]Pansexual | Female | She/Her[/sub]

[color=#b2617f]⌜ 𝐎 𝐂 𝐂 𝐔 𝐏 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟[/color]
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Perpetual Partier[/sub]
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[color=#b2617f]𝐋 𝐈 𝐅 𝐄 ☣ 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘[/color] 
[color=#61b294][sub][sub][sup]I'm an agent of chaos...[/sup][/sub][/sub][/color] 
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[color=#61b294][color=#b2617f]⌜[/color] 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊   𝕷 𝖎 𝖋 𝖊 [color=#b2617f]⌟[/color][/color]
[hider=☣][indent][color=#61b294][sup]Comus | Κῶμος doesn't remember much of her childhood. Just that it must have happened. Coming into existence for the sole purpose of bearing a cup; [b][i]THE[/i][/b] cup, to her father, Dionyusus. A life of luxury. Or so most mortals, and even demi-gods, would believe. Though, as the decades spanned into centuries and so on and so forth, the task of holding the drink of the drunk guy at the party was not something that Comus reveled in any longer. Bringing about anarchy and chaos when she found herself bored or slighted. Stemming from the insanity of her old man. Like father like daughter, she s'pposes.

Comus was the offspring of a literal man-child. It was ... an interesting time, to say the least. She learned many a thing from her father; whom she's almost positive has no idea that she is his own seed made flesh. Tips and tricks on how to host festivities, to hold one's wine. A favorite pastime included breaking off into the mortal realm and hosting nocturnal dalliances for those who were lured in by her... [i]charismatic nature[/i]. Those she had cultivated into her own perish of devotees. Coco was always a generous hostess, partaking in the revelries every chance given. Never one to pass up a good time. No matter the situation, consequences or cost...
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[color=#2c363b]𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲  [/color]
[color=#61b294]𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲[/color][/h3][/sup]
[color=#61b294][color=#b2617f]⌜[/color] м σ я т α ℓ   ℓ ι f є [color=#b2617f]⌟[/color][/color]
[hider=☣][indent][color=#61b294][sup]Chaos and Revelry go hand in hand. So long as it's Comus' hands. Which is what she was partaking in when they were stumbled upon and woken from a deep sleep - one that she has no recollection of partaking in. Taking off to the different parts of the mortal realm, going with the flow, basking in the afterglow of the merriment, dalliances and other debaucherous acts she loved to cause amongst the humans. Normalcy was never something that appealed to the goddess, and so while being banished from whatever home she had once had, she began a very nomadic lifestyle. Always seeking the next bigger and better thing. Anything to keep up her spirits. Or, if she was feeling too bored, something that required her undivided, chaotic attention. And Comus thrives in the chaos she descends upon the world.

She flitted through the changing seasons, adapting to the times. Festivities were still going strong, even during the lowest points earth and it's inhabitants experienced. She thrived among the party-goers and midnight rendezvous, posing for many an artist; bringing life to the goddesses they so cherished, even this far east from her homeland. After some time, she realized that all forms of mediums would require a subject matter and so she offered herself up to those who needed a muse. For a price. Until she got bored and moved on. Comus has never had an issue fitting in among the masses. Always sparking the initial life of the party, before passing the torch to someone in need of the limelight and going off to enjoy the excess for herself. But while she's been ... "in the moment" of bacchanus occasions, she's caused more chaos than sometimes even she likes to admit. Resulting in having a wrap sheet of somewhat petty offenses; some not so petty. [s][i]Murder may or may not have been among them.[/i][/s] But it's not like she's wholly to blame for those. Anarchy comes with a price. Some were not willing to pay ... Though time and time again she's found himself growing closer, in distance, to her old man. They seem to always find one another, even without meaning too. She doubts he even remembers Comus and her role in his previous life. Not that she cares. Why would he? She's done just fine with only his tutelage to refer back on.

Comus remembers, or doesn't rather, a wild party sometime within the first hundred years or so of the Fall, living it up, enjoying what this new life had to offer her; what she could offer it. And then... never waking. It was a lonely, solitary sleep. Dreams flitted through her mind, stationary and not at all what her life was like before all of... [i]this[/i]. It made her sick, but there was nothing she could do. It was in this time, asleep, motionless, without anything to take center stage in her life and mind, that the voices came and with them whispers of destruction, chaos, anarchy. Of life and death. Mostly death. Her death. The deth of others. Not unheard of in her life, she always had demons to deal with, her father knew of the voices all too well; she did too growing up, but they had been pushed aside once she had something else to focus on. Yet there they were. Back in full swing, and there she was with no place to go.

Until the hissing of a sealed door opened, and she was greeted with light for the first time in ages. Coco was awake. A little late to the party, but fashionably late is still there. She's here for a good time... Might as well make the most of it.

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[color=#2c363b]𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬  [/color]
[color=#61b294]𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬[/color][/h3][/sup]
[color=#61b294][color=#b2617f]⌜[/color] α м в ι т ι σ и ѕ [color=#b2617f]⌟[/color][/color]
[hider=☣][indent][color=#61b294][sup]Live life to its fullest. Take all the chances this existence brings about, instill some chaos into the mortal realm. Wreck havoc and bask in it's glow. Just enjoy being a lil party lovin', vice consuming anarchist. Is that so much to ask for?
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[color=#61b294][color=#b2617f]⌜[/color] f є α я ѕ [color=#b2617f]⌟[/color][/color]
[hider=☣][indent][color=#61b294][sub]To be stuck in a constant state of ... [b][color=#b2617f]blah[/color][/b]. To being content with being a sheep among the masses. Living a humdrum day to day life as a ... mortal. Anything and everything is better than being content with basics, with the bare minimum. Comus [i][color=#b2617f]will not[/color][/i] be that person. [/sub][/color][/indent][/hider][/center]
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