[CHAR] 𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 ⌜ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ⌟

[pandapolio]

Dionysus, The God of Theater

God of Intoxication
_{Διονύσιος
Διονύσιος}

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	Johnny Depp | #7A3DBF ████████████████████████ 𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊   𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 ⌜ 𝐄 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 ⌟ Son of Semele Prince of Olympus Tyrant of Naxos ⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ⌟ Wine & Festivities ⌜ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Greek Δ

𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 Δ 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒
_{^{wine and women and wonderful vices, welcome to the cult of dionysus}}

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 Intoxicating Presence
Intoxicating Presence

^{Dionysus is first and foremost the god of intoxication, and he has no control over that. There is a constant aura surrounding Dio that lowers the inhibitions of those around him. He has no control over this power and often forgets that it even exists. This power starts off very small, such as making them listen to harmless suggestions more likely. The longer one is close to Dionysus, the more pronounced the effects become.}

𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 Δ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅
_{^{you can do what you want too much is never enough}}

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𝐋 𝐈 𝐅 𝐄 ♤ 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘
_{^{we got no time for pain when it's just you and me in ecstacy}}

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[Krusader]

Heimdall Watchmen of the gods

Watchman of the Aesir
_{Heimdallr 
Heimdallr}

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	Jordan Patrick Smith | #007236 ████████████████████████ 𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊   𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 ⌜ 𝐄 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 ⌟ Watchman of the gods, keeper of the bifrost, Guardian of the World tree, Heimdallr ⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ⌟ The Bifrost ⌜ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Norse 🐏

𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 🐏 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒
_{^{Far from the fjords and the Ice Cold Currents}}

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 The Watchman
The Watchman

^{As the Watchman of the gods Heimdall was renowned for his eyesight and his great perception abilities even when compared to other gods. This ability of perception has carried over to his life as a mortal to a less extent. While he can no longer look across the nine realms with clarity, he is able to take in everything before him. In practice this allows Heimdall not only the ability to read his opponents movements, but also able to see even the smallest of details in a crime scene.}

𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 🐏 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅
_{^{Songs and Sagas of a fate determined}}

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𝐋 𝐈 𝐅 𝐄 🐏 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘
_{^{Valhalla Calling Me}}

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[Akayaofthemoon]

Pasithea, Goddess of Relaxation

Goddess of Relaxation
_{Πασιθέα
Πασιθέα}

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	Christina Nadin | #8f99fb ████████████████████████ 𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊   𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 ⌜ 𝐄 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 ⌟ Pasithea, Goddess of Relaxation, Youngest Charities, Lilywhite ⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ⌟ Altered Consciousness, Hallucination, Meditation, Relaxation, Rest ⌜ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Greek ✾

𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 ✾ 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒
_{^{Light glimmers in a flower}}

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^{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.}

𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 ✾ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅
_{^{Like jewels in a dream}}

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𝐋 𝐈 𝐅 𝐄 ✾ 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘
_{^{The sky breathes life, love to everything}}

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▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲   𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲 ⌜ 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 𝕷 𝖎 𝖋 𝖊 ⌟ ✾ 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. ██████████████████████ 𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲   𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲 ⌜ м σ я т α ℓ ℓ ι f є ⌟ ✾ 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. ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬   𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬 ⌜ α м в ι т ι σ и ѕ ⌟ ✾ 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. ⌜ f є α я ѕ ⌟ ✾ 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.

[Danvers]

Hebe, Goddess of Youth & Immortality

b l o o m o͏ f͏ y o u t h

<sub>H e b e. 

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	Olivia Holt | #7BDCB5 ████████████████████████ 𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊   𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 ⌜ 𝐄 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 ⌟ Princess of Olympus ⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ⌟ Youth, Immortality & Forgiveness ⌜ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Greek ∞

𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 ∞ 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒

_{^{𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓵𝓲𝓬 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓶𝓮?}}

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F O U N T A I N O F Y O U T H

^{The lifespan of any mortal who has spent time around Hebe will lengthen, although this will be imperceptible to them. Gods and mortals alike will also feel the vigor and enthusiasm of youth when in her presence. Once the serving of ambrosia would've been her province, though now the World Tree is on earth, she is bound to go there alongside her brethren's and no longer has any claim on its revered gifts.}

𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 ∞ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅

_{^{𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓷 𝓫𝔂 𝓶𝔂 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓽𝓲𝓹𝓼}}

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Hebe was always told that she bore one of the greatest gifts, the Fountain of Youth, yet as the years wore on, she found this was not enough for her. But by chance, she found that not one, but two sources of happiness came from lands not atop her mountain home. The goddess knew the visitors would be frowned upon by her mother but she could not help being drawn to them, her heart being led to flutter more than she would ever let on. Her eyes were opened to what else the worlds could offer, and unbeknownst to Hera, she would take any opportunity to sneak off to the mortal realm and dance & sing with those who worshipped them. Sometimes she went alone, sometimes she did not. But it always brought her the truest of joy to see the real vigour of life. ██████████████████████ 𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲   𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲 ⌜ м σ я т α ℓ ℓ ι f є ⌟ ∞ First came fear, overwhelming, all consuming fear. Hebe would hate to admit it but this fear nearly consumed her. In those first moments there was nothing but that, like the fiercest storm that she could not escape, turbulent and painful, stripping her of her breath, her thoughts. She stayed inside during this time, not once glimpsing what this new life had to offer her. It would have been easy to give up but as those initial months drew on, something else sparked within her. Relief. This was what she had always yearned for, a world at her feet and a whole breadth of life to explore. There was no doubting that it was formidable but she had seen true courage before & she felt she could try at least to follow in the shadow of one much bolder than herself. So with that in her mind, she dared to venture out into the mortal realm. Of course, it was not as easy as jumping in feet first and often she found that she was scared to leave her mothers side, only venturing out for days...then weeks...then months. Over time she found that her presence seemed to spark something joyful in mortals, where even the most stoic, aged of them, would spring to life in her presence. It reminded her of how happy the Olympians would be when they drank nectar from her cup. It was when the modern world first took its first steps that Hebe also truly began to break free. Though she felt guilt for straying from her mother and father, it was something she truly felt she needed to do. For the last century, Hebe has rarely been seen by the other gods, aside from their annual meet ups at the World Tree. With the advent of women's rights, came a new and improved goddess. She had changed; a far call from the girl who was once content with simply being the cupbearer for the greek pantheon. The following decades (apart from those with the wars...Hebe hated those) were great...the roaring twenties, the free-loving sixties, the eclectic eighties. She loved it all. As the personification of youth, Hebe liked to partake in anything that encouraged this. Whether it be attending a fun party, dragging her friends on some impromptu adventure, breaking rules just for the sake of it... Hebe enjoyed exploring all that being young had to offer and she encouraged mortals to do the same. It was all going perfectly for the goddess, until she decided to fall for a mortal. Even later, she would not be able to pinpoint what drew her to him, but drawn she was. The two had what some would call a whirlwind romance (and what others would call absolute foolishness) and in a mere six months, Hebe found herself living with him. A blink of an eye even to mortals. She had always been guided by her mother, so this was something she was completely and utterly naive in. Taking advantage of her kindness and unwillingness to hurt others, the mortal bore down on her. At first it was only jabs and taunts, but eventually his strikes became physical. It took her longer than she'd like to admit to leave, and only dared do it when he was away on a work trip. With only a little bit of hesitation, she packed her bags and fled. She daren't seek the help of any of the greeks. It would be unimaginably humiliating. Yet, by maybe chance, or maybe fate, she wandered by the Jade Jaguar. Though she did not know Hathor all that well, she remembered that the goddess had always been kind and welcoming to her. Unable to hold back, the tears began flowing and Hebe told the goddess all, and she was more than willing to take her in. Though her time there was only short, Hebe will be forever grateful for the care & consideration she was shown, and has sworn to always be there if Hathor ever needs help. Hebe then returned to her mother, tail between her legs, hoping she would take her back. Of course she brought gifts - an amphorae of the finest wine and a cutting of the rare ghost orchid. Ridiculous presents to be sure but she had a sneaking suspicion that Hera would accept no less, and thankfully she welcomed her back into the fold. Under her mothers wing again, the rebellious side of Hebe that had relished over the last century, drew back into itself, wary once more of what the mortal realm held. Reeling from her foolishness but still desiring some type of purpose, Hebe decided to take a different path in life, going back to her roots. She began working a personal assistant, a job that felt familiar and safe. As she hopped from job to job over the years, she eventually found herself coming into the path of the Allfather. He was more than willing to offer her a job and so she has been his assistant for the last two years. ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬   𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬 ⌜ α м в ι т ι σ и ѕ ⌟ ∞ Hebe wishes to find something or someone that will help her truly feel free and unbidden to always be at the servitude of others. ⌜ f є α я ѕ ⌟ ∞ She fears that she will be left alone. That all of the other gods will tire of this life and submit to old age. Hebe wishes she had the courage to do so but she has found she does not, for after all, immortality is all she has ever known.

[Danvers]

Phobos, god of fear

g o d o͏ f͏ f e a r
_{p h o b o s. 
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	Aaron Taylor Johnson | #9E1B31 ████████████████████████ 𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊   𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 ⌜ 𝐄 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 ⌟ Phobos, Φόβος ⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ⌟ Fear, Panic & Rout ⌜ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Greek 🖤

𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 🖤 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒
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^{Phobos can sense fear around him. He can tap into ones darkest, deepest fears and make it a near reality. To mortals this can feel like a heavy pressure surrounding them and can leave them paralysed by the sheer terror.}

𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 🖤 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅
_{^{𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓯𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓷, 𝓫𝓾𝓽, 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓷, 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭}}

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	████████████████████████ т н є м σ я т α ℓ   т н є м σ я т α ℓ ⌜ 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐀 𝐒 ⌟ Caleb Hayes ⌜ 𝐑 𝐄 𝐂 𝐎 𝐑 𝐃 𝐄 𝐃 𝐀 𝐆 𝐄 ⌟ 25 ⌜ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐗 𝐔 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐓 𝐘 & 𝐆 𝐄 𝐍 𝐃 𝐄 𝐑 ⌟ Bisexual, he/him ⌜ 𝐎 𝐂 𝐂 𝐔 𝐏 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Hired hand for Blackwell Oil Bouncer at the Jade Jaguar

𝐋 𝐈 𝐅 𝐄 🖤 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘
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Baldr, god of light and courage

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_{^{i don't know how, but i'm taller}}

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^{Despite the centuries, the promise Freya took from every living thing is still in effect. The Aesir and the Vanir, and the living things of Midgard may not harm Baldr, no matter how they might try. They are bound by ancient magic, magic that even Baldr could not untangle.}

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_{^{must be something in the water}}

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𝐋 𝐈 𝐅 𝐄 ♤ 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘
_{^{everything's growing in our garden, you don't have to know that it's haunted}}

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Týr, of Justice & War

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	Jensen Ackles | #396279 ████████████████████████ 𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊   𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 ⌜ 𝐄 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 ⌟ Týr ⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ⌟ War, Swords, Justice, Law ⌜ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Norse ☚

𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 ☚ 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒
_{^{For now I smell the rain, and with it pain, and it's headed my way}}

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^{With a simple touch of his hand the Lawgiver of the gods gains insight into the person and whether or not they are truthful in their intentions. Like a supernatural sense of sight, Týr can detect the internal, true, condition of a person and therefore judging them accordingly. A sixth sense atop his already godly retained abilities.}

𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 ☚ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅
_{^{Ah, sometimes I grow so tired}}

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	████████████████████████ т н є м σ я т α ℓ   т н є м σ я т α ℓ ⌜ 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐀 𝐒 ⌟ Tipp Næss ⌜ 𝐑 𝐄 𝐂 𝐎 𝐑 𝐃 𝐄 𝐃 𝐀 𝐆 𝐄 ⌟ 40s ⌜ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐗 𝐔 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐓 𝐘 & 𝐆 𝐄 𝐍 𝐃 𝐄 𝐑 ⌟ Heterosexual | Male | He/Him ⌜ 𝐎 𝐂 𝐂 𝐔 𝐏 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Fmr. Special Forces, Reserves Lawyer at Dyeus Legal Works closely alongside Odin at Saga Antiquities

𝐋 𝐈 𝐅 𝐄 ☚ 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘
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Jömundandr was thrown into the sea where he soon grew so large that he completely encircled Midgard. As for the great wolf, Fenrir, however the gods had hoped to avert Ragnarök by raising him to be their ally. It was here that Týr attempted to train the pup, even as he grew larger and larger. And it seemed to work, for a time. Týr was the only one brave enough to approach the rapidly growing wolf. Each day he would bring Fenrir meat and attempt to earn his friendship. However, the Asgardians became more and more frightened, concerned that the prophecy would still come to light, even though the proof of an ally made was presented to them. Despite this, Fenrir was to be bound and appealed to the wolf's pride and claimed that they wanted him to try it on as a test of his strength. Fenrir allowed the chains to be placed on him as a challenge. Every time he was bound and chained the wolf broke free easily, until they commissioned a magical binding that could hold any monster. Fenrir grew suscipious and bellowed out that he would allow the bindings so long as it wasn't a trick but to be offered a hand to be laid in his mouth. No one would offer themselves except for Týr who suffered greatly in the end. ██████████████████████ 𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲   𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲 ⌜ м σ я т α ℓ ℓ ι f є ⌟ ☚ It was a struggle at first. Traversing the world with one less hand. Being separated from his pantheon was no easy feat though it wasn't for long. They all believed the Fall was Ragnarok, that the end of days had finally taken place. And yet, here they were. A little worse for wear but ultimately alive. It brewed in him a concern for the state of the world, their world of immortality and of gods, of the mortal realm and all that it had to learn - for what could they truly offer a god? Týr took to serving justice in the only ways he knew how. Taking his place among the highest councils of the times, as a war general, a commander, an advisor. Anything to keep himself abreast in these uncertain places. He took to his new titles remarkably well, though he was always looked at as somewhat... immovable in his opinions and rulings. It didn't often bode well for the opposition when they would eventually decide to show up and persuade Týr to change a vote, or look the other way. To throw battle plans and strategies the enemy's way. He was ruler of justice, yes, but it was not his only domain. War always followed soon after. In the coming years he would repeat the cycle, never truly being at peace with the injustice of the world around him. No matter who abiding he was in giving his services to the leaders of the earth, it always seemed to end with the destruction, corruption and collapse of the people. Those innocents who had no part to play in the wars of kings and gods alike. The gods who were just trying to find their place in their new, strange home among the mortals. It physically hurt him. Týr vowed to end the cycle; a change must happen from the inside in order for things to well... change. No longer did he serve in the military, but as a man of the law. Someone who might be able to make that change happen a little faster, on a more balanced level. Anyone with a gun could tip the scales but it takes a certain mind to change things with the law. It was not long before the Sleep came; swift as the north winds, and oh so suddenly. There was a disappointment in himself as he laid there, dreaming of nothing more than to change the world for the better. To stop the injustice of it all. To end it and start over, rebuild. Fresh. War could raze it all and Law would make it whole again. It would take time, that's for sure, and when the first cracks in his chamber sprouted back in the 60s; a fluke on the ill-designed containers, and he emerged well rested and anew, Týr knew he had all the time in the world. ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬   𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬 ⌜ α м в ι т ι σ и ѕ ⌟ ☚ Justice for all those wronged. Past, present, future. ⌜ f є α я ѕ ⌟ ☚ The permanent sleep. Not being able to see the fruits of his labor coming to fruition. It would suck to be so close just for it to all be pulled out from beneath.

[KZOMBI3]

Comus; Revelry & Anarchy

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	marie avgeropoulos | #b2617f ████████████████████████ 𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊   𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 ⌜ 𝐄 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 ⌟ Comus ⌜ Κῶμος ⌟ ⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ⌟ Anarchy, Festivity, Revels, Nocturnal Dalliances ⌜ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Greek ☣

𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 ☣ 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒
_{^{Introduce a little anarchy}}

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^{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.}

𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 ☣ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅
_{^{Upset the established order, and everything becomes chaos}}

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𝐋 𝐈 𝐅 𝐄 ☣ 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘
_{^{I'm an agent of chaos...}}

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A favorite pastime included breaking off into the mortal realm and hosting nocturnal dalliances for those who were lured in by her... charismatic nature. 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... ██████████████████████ 𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲   𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲 ⌜ м σ я т α ℓ ℓ ι f є ⌟ ☣ 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. Murder may or may not have been among them. 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... this. 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. ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬   𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬 ⌜ α м в ι т ι σ и ѕ ⌟ ☣ 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? ⌜ f є α я ѕ ⌟ ☣ To be stuck in a constant state of ... blah. 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 will not be that person.

[Fabricant451]

Tyche, goddess of Luck

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_{Τ ύ χ η. 
Τ ύ χ η.}

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	Melissanthi Mahut | #DDE2E1 ████████████████████████ 𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊   𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 ⌜ 𝐄 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 ⌟ Tyche | Agathe | Fortuna Megale Soteira ⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ⌟ Luck, Fortune, Prosperity ⌜ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Greek ⚄

𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 ⚀ 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒
_{^{black cat done crossed my path no reason to run and hide}}

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F O R T U N E
F O R T U N E

_{/ˈfôrCHən//}

^{A flip of the coin, a roll of the dice, the click of a button, so many things in life are left up to chance. One never quite knows what to expect; sure they could wake up and go about their daily routine as normal, but they could also trip on their way out of the shower and break their neck. Bad luck. Or they could find a crisp twenty dollar bill with no owner. Good luck. So many things are left to chance that it becomes easy to blame it all on luck rather than self; but of course, behind every roll of the dice, every saying of "good luck", Tyche is there. To say that she controls luck would be incorrect. No one can truly control luck anymore than they can control fate. But she can influence it. In times past she could bestow good fortune on some and bad on others, though now it seems all she can do is passively influence, good or bad, the fortunes of those around her. Some people get lucky. Others don't. It doesn't matter to her, it's far more interesting this way, yes?}

𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 ⚂ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅
_{^{a flip of a coin might make a head turn}}

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_{^{you're a careless con and a crazy liar}}

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Huixtocihuatl, goddess of salt

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	Iman Vellani | #e26161 ████████████████████████ 𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊   𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 ⌜ 𝐄 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 ⌟ Huixtocihuatl | Uixtochihuatl ⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ⌟ salt | dissolute women ⌜ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Aztec 🜔

𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 🜔 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒
_{^{if you see my enemies tell 'em i stand correct}}

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S O D I U M
S O D I U M

_{/ˈsōdēəm/}

^{Despite her domain having nothing to do with the more common, internet use of the word 'salt', some might say her power is being a short fused (emphasis on short, she is not tall) little goblin but that's just a matter of coincidence. Her power comes in two varieties. The primary one is that around her, people tend to be more willing to say things that come to mind - though it only works on women, hence the 'dissolute women' aspect of her domain. The second part of her power, and really the best part of being friends with her, is that she can passively perfectly season food. Because salt. This is why she eats way too many french fries - for her money, the best thing mortals have ever invented. Salt and vinegar chips are a second place.}

𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 🜘 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅
_{^{feeling so candy cane, lollipop, sugary sweet}}

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	████████████████████████ т н є м σ я т α ℓ   т н є м σ я т α ℓ ⌜ 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐀 𝐒 ⌟ Zaniyah "Tochi" Florentine ⌜ 𝐑 𝐄 𝐂 𝐎 𝐑 𝐃 𝐄 𝐃 𝐀 𝐆 𝐄 ⌟ 20 ⌜ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐗 𝐔 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐓 𝐘 & 𝐆 𝐄 𝐍 𝐃 𝐄 𝐑 ⌟ not quite gay but not exactly straight, female, she/her ⌜ 𝐎 𝐂 𝐂 𝐔 𝐏 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ If anyone asks she tells them she is a multimedia entrepreneur which is a nice way of saying she is a content creator for the digital age. Vlogs, skits, reaction videos, but most notably are her video game streams where she is notorious for raging when she loses and raging even more when she wins but isn't at the top of the board. She's been banned from her streaming site of choice multiple times but she brings in enough money that she always comes back. Her community has dubbed her "The Goddess of Salt" a name which she enjoys precisely because they don't know how perfect it is. She will shill your product if you pay her money to do so.

𝐋 𝐈 𝐅 𝐄 🜙 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘
_{^{i'm gonna grow up and be a teenager}}

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But it was because of this counter prank that Huixtocihuatl learned about salt and how it was used in food and, importantly, life. Naturally she got her revenge on her brothers by showing the mortals in her domain the uses of salt in fertility and life and they, in kind, dedicated a ten day festival in her honor. She even howled with laughter when they offered her the heart of a sacrificed woman. Her brothers were disturbed but she always needled back with "At least my worshippers don't sacrifice children, little bro." They had no rebuttal. They never did. ██████████████████████ 𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲   𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲 ⌜ м σ я т α ℓ ℓ ι f є ⌟ 🜙 The first couple centuries after the fall were hard on her. She was in denial that everything they had was gone in an instant - and she didn't even have much in the first place. No more ten day dance festivals. No more hearts in a jar. No more making fun of her siblings - because with the fall came her mortal form and her body was considerably shorter than her siblings. The last laugh was theirs, though they took solace in the fact that they still had each other. At least until they went their separate ways. There wasn't a lot Huixtocihuatl could do. She didn't have many skills other than her knowledge of salt and sea water, but the mortals being a superstitious lot didn't exactly like a woman on their boats or on their fishing expeditions. She spent a few centuries under the radar, cooking, being no different from the mortal women. She showed many a mortal what salt could do to stew or, groundbreakingly, to meats. Salted meats was a game changer for mortals and she could never take credit, but she could certainly reap the benefits. Over time she integrated as best she could, mostly with unmarried women who much preferred being able to live how they like without the rigid rules of mortal society. She liked them. They were sassy. They were catty. Her saltwives. As society adapted, Huixtocihuatl did as well. She reached the acceptance stage eventually, though it took until the invention of fried potatoes for her to finally make the most of her situation. Her biggest regret was her mortal form. Being eternally around the age of 20 sucked, there was no way around it. She was young enough to not be taken seriously in most aspects of mortal society yet she was old enough to be seen as worthy of pursuit. Mortals were weird. With the advent of technology, Huixtocihuatl saw an opportunity. When mortals decided that people on screens making 'content' was worth attention, she was on it quick. By this point she had become Zaniyah Florentine - a name that very few people understood but everyone assumed to be exotic or, worse, Italian. With her online handle of "Tochi", she quickly became a known name in the streaming and content creation sphere and after some collabs with popular influencer Hercules, including her partaking in a 12 Labors event - not to mention the Acropolis parties - she found a solid, consistent viewer base. Her most popular video unrelated to her video gaming streams was a tier list video where she went on a twenty minute rant about why salt and vinegar potato chips are the best chip and deserved their own tier. Half of the rant was her yelling at her chat for being wrong. Highlights of streams frequently show her breaking keyboards and stomping around her room before passing out. It's wildly entertaining! Still, part of her wonders if she's no better than a modern day jester, raging and dancing for the amusement of the mortals who once revered her and her kind. Oh well, at least she's got french fries. As an aisde, do not pick her up without asking. Yes, she is under five feet but that's no excuse. She will throw salt in your eye if you do such a thing. ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬   𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬 ⌜ α м в ι т ι σ и ѕ ⌟ 🜔 she wants to be taken seriously as a woman, not seen as some immature child - something she's been struggling with ever since the fall. but she'd also like to find a way to turn her current job into something more substantial. if she's going to be a jester, she wants to be the queen of the jesters. long live the queen of salt. ⌜ f є α я ѕ ⌟ 🜔 that the bubble of her occupation will burst and she'll be back to square one, as she so often is. ever since the fall she never managed to have anything long lasting and given her body if her bubble bursts then the only thing waiting for her is years of minimum wage drudgery. no one should live like that, least of all someone who, in her mind, brings hilarity to their mortal lives.

Freyja, goddess of witchcraft and beyond

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_{ᚠ ᚱ ᛅ ᚢ ᛁ ᛅ. 
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	Rebecca Ferguson | #23E733 ████████████████████████ 𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊   𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 ⌜ 𝐄 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 ⌟ Freyja | Freya | Freja | Freyia | The Lady ⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ⌟ Love | War | Sex | Magic | Beauty | Gold ⌜ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Norse ᚠ

𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 ᚠ 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒
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C O Q U E T R Y
C O Q U E T R Y

_{/ˈkōkətrē,kōˈketrē/}

^{The whispering voice in the back of your head that says to bring another to the dance floor; no, that sound isn't the saxophones of a certain carless whisper but rather the unspoken shot of confidence to make you approach the unapproachable in a social setting. Freyja had many powers in her time and most have been locked away in the chest of her boudoir, so to speak, but none stung quite so much as losing her handle on the finer points of seiðr. Still, it's not all a loss. She might not be able to conjure illusions but she can still inspire others with her voice and general aura. It's not perfect. Nothing is. But Freyja has a way of inspiring women to go for it with a well placed word and of courting men with a well placed careless whisper. With the right words of divine inspiration she can make her own kind of magic and never be left wanting for whatever she may desire, be it an object or, well, a desire. She doesn't have a one hundred percent success rate, but then who does?}

𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 ᛒ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅
_{^{I am the huntress; I am the queen. I walk in a room, they know my name}}

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𝐋 𝐈 𝐅 𝐄 ᚱ 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘
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Of course, there is much more to her than just a woman confident in her beauty and sexuality - and yet that always seems to be the main focus amongst those who once worshipped her. They talk about sex but forget to mention how loving she was. Freyja cared for women and beings, a kind, generous soul who wished for women to be themselves and to be so confidently, and she inspired women in hearth, in home, and in battle, for with beauty and compassion there must also come strength and resolve and intelligence. Theirs is a history of battle and Freyja was there with them, inspiring and leading the valkyrie under her retinue o'er the fields of the fallen, bringing those who died in honor to the eternal fields of Folkvangr. At least that was the plan. The idea. But so many plans never reach their fruition. Despite her differences with some of her fellow gods, she was always willing to set aside personal differences should they come to her for aid. She did so not expecting favors in return but just out of the graciousness and kindness in her core. She could weather their insults and dish them back in kind, from flyting to pure argument, and she could assist them knowing full well they would offer little thanks. But one need not a word of thanks to render aid - despite her enjoyment of gifts of sweet things, chocolate and honey, and the material goods that make for accessories. Such was her kindness that Freyja never looked down on the mortals that worshipped, but rather envied them in her own way. To live such lives was fascinating. It was that kindness that had her equipped to live among them... ██████████████████████ 𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲   𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲 ⌜ м σ я т α ℓ ℓ ι f є ⌟ ᛒ After the fall there was confusion. There was anger. There were many and more stages felt by her peers but for Freyja there was an almost unusual calm. She was angry, yes, who among them wasn't, but she'd been angry before, she had to be when wars were waged in her name, but this was a different kind of anger. An anger at her fellow gods, who lived in vanity and excess and many who looked down on the mortals now having the bitter taste forever staining their teeth. For a great many centuries after the fall, Freyja lived by herself in a serene meadow surrounded by flowers and animals, though to the mortals on the outside the only thing they saw was a dilapidated old cabin and whispers of a crone. She lived like this until the last of her seiðr magick left her and the illusion was revealed. Try as she might, she could no longer use the magick of eld. She cried when the realization settled. She cried for a month. She cried until there were no more tears in her body. It had been the last time she cried in sorrow. It was the first time since the fall she had cried. It hadn't truly hit her until that point. Freyja integrated into mortal life after her cry, packing her belongings and living a semi-nomadic life, setting up shop as an apothecary here, a midwife there, always seeming to find herself around the great battles of mortal history, sometimes as a participant if she could disguise herself well enough but often as a triage medic, aiding the wounded and injured in her own way, saving lives or taking them with dignity. She became known as something of an angel of the battlefield in more than one war; many veterans share stories of a fair haired, beautiful medic that saved them from hell but none can agree on more specific details. Less a valkyrie and more a guardian angel of sorts, was Freyja. When she wasn't doing her time in the various conflicts of the world, she found it frighteningly easy to fill her more carnal desires. Numerous partners, men, women, former gods, mortals, the list was long enough to fill a library. Never anything serious. Never anything substantial. And yet, Freyja grew utterly bored of the constant carnal cravings and satisfactions and sought fulfillment elsewhere. Sure, she still engaged in a romp when she wanted, but as time grew on she sought it less and less and it became more out of whim and want rather than obligation and need. Her fulfillment came with her newfound passion for counseling troubled couples and women specifically. She always had a way with women, to inspire them to be the best versions of themselves, and that carried over nicely to the mental and physical health side of things. When a hundred years is but a blink of an eye, it's easy to pick up skills. From couples therapy - something she still does - to an OBGYN and fertility specialist who was published in a handful of medical journals, Doctor Karoline Nilsson has become something of a known figure in certain communities and, because of her contributions to women's health in body and mind, she has been listed as one of the more eligible bachelorette's, a title which has had more than one couple wonder what makes her qualified to speak on marital issues. If only they knew. But she continues to not have a significant other. She has her various bedroom antics, as anyone does, but the most stable relationship in her life are her two cats and her pet pig. Yes, she has a pet pig. She's Freyja, she likes boars and cats. Some things never change. ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬   𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬 ⌜ α м в ι т ι σ и ѕ ⌟ ᛊ Part of her wishes to truly become mortal and live out whatever is remaining of a mortal life, but she doesn't know how to breach the subject with her peers, so desperate for their approval she still is. A relationship isn't out of the question but it's not something she feels she needs to worry about. In the immediate future she'd like to open her own fertility clinic where any woman could have a safe environment, free of worry about medical bills. And selfishly she'd like to be able to use seiðr again. ⌜ f є α я ѕ ⌟ ᛊ That her contributions to the mortal world will get underplayed simply based on the fact that she's a single woman. That ever since crying her final tear she might never truly feel things strongly again.

Tsukuyomi, goddess of the moon

g o d d e s s o f t h e m o o n
_{月 読 尊 
月 読 尊}

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	Meisa Kuroki | #79A6BE ████████████████████████ 𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊   𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 ⌜ 𝐄 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 ⌟ Tsukuyomi | Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto ⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ⌟ The Moon and The Night Sky ⌜ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Japanese ⚸

𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 ☽ 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒
_{^{I'm that bad type; make your girlfriend mad type}}

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N O C T U R N A L
N O C T U R N A L

_{/näkˈtərnl/}

^{Under cover of night, anything goes. The secrets come out to play. The restless stir. The night has its fun before the dawn spoils it all away. There was a time when the moon being in the sky meant Tsukuyomi had eyes everywhere, could see the world under moonlight, every nook, every crany, nothing beyond her reach or her vision. Sad that she can't claim as such anymore. She can, however, claim perfect vision when the lights are out, when the moon is high. There is no darkness she can't see through as clear as day; fitting for one whose domain is when the normal are asleep. In contrast to her paramour, Tsukuyomi can also dim and turn off any light - unless a certain bright spot fights her on it. Try as she might to deny it, the sun always rises and with it the light. While not killed by the light like some kind of vampire, she vastly prefers the night to the day. It's no wonder she's so pale.}

𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 ☽ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅
_{^{I'm the only one alive in the dead of night}}

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	████████████████████████ т н є м σ я т α ℓ   т н є м σ я т α ℓ ⌜ 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐀 𝐒 ⌟ Reito Otoko ⌜ 𝐑 𝐄 𝐂 𝐎 𝐑 𝐃 𝐄 𝐃 𝐀 𝐆 𝐄 ⌟ 37 ⌜ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐗 𝐔 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐓 𝐘 & 𝐆 𝐄 𝐍 𝐃 𝐄 𝐑 ⌟ Lesbian, Female, She/Her ⌜ 𝐎 𝐂 𝐂 𝐔 𝐏 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ By day, Reito Otoko is the never-seen CEO of OtoKorp. Tsukuyomi, under the stage name of 'Ruru' is the public 'face' of OtoKorp, being used as a model in many of their adverts including shilling junk food, diet pills, and other things meant to enhance the worst parts of mortals and their excess. By night, 'Tsukino' who looks suspiciously like 'Ruru' finds work as a high quality dominatrix for hire. Despite her sexuality, she takes clients of any gender.

𝐋 𝐈 𝐅 𝐄 ☾ 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘
_{^{if i seem too serene, torture me}}

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What is true is the married couple Amaterasu and Tsukuyomi were at a feast held in Amaterasu's honor. Tsukuyomi did so hate the stuffy affairs though understood their necessity and how they needed to be done. For her wife, for her love, everything needed to be perfect. Everything needed to be orderly. They loved order. Their caterer made a delicious feast, but she did so in a disgusting fashion. How could her wife eat something prepared in so uncouth a manner? Tsukuyomi sought only to punish Uke Mochi. She went too far. One star was snuffed out in the night sky. Tsukuyomi did what she did for love. Amaterasu didn't see that. Stare too much at the light and you go blind. Amaterasu was furious. Years of pent up feelings came out in a violent exchange. Tsukuyomi saw no fault in her actions, she did it for love. Amaterasu saw Tsukuyomi for what she truly was in that moment. She cast their marriage aside and fled. Tsukuyomi had never known such betrayal, had never figured the love, the light of her life, could be so cold. She told her brother-in-law, Susanoo, about the betrayal and Susanoo's rage was second only to Tsukuyomi's resentment of the 'divorce'. The denial. Tsukuyomi would have her love back. When Amaterasu fled to a cave, Tsukuyomi spread her own dark influences, letting the night exist without word of the approaching dawn. It did not lest. Their peers knew Tsukuyomi's night would only harm the world. But what did the world matter when Tsukuyomi's light was gone? When Amaterasu returned light to the world, Tsukuyomi continued her pursuit. Whenever the Moon got too close, the Sun would simply move, and on and on the Moon's quest continued. No matter what, she would be with her Sun again. No matter how long it took. Even if she had to burn out the sun and wrap it in her nightly embrace. ██████████████████████ 𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲   𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲 ⌜ м σ я т α ℓ ℓ ι f є ⌟ ⚸ The fall seemed like the perfect opportunity. Tsukuyomi tried to take the vulnerable Amaterasu back under her command. Back to their blissful married life. It didn't take, and in her anger, Tsukuyomi did the unthinkable. She took her aggression out on a mortal. And then another. And then she fled, giving the Sun time to grieve on her own. As the Imperial Family of Japan rose up, claiming divine lineage, it became clear that the various atrocities of those in power who claimed divine right were not done truly in the name of the Sun. A certain whisper to the right ears was all it took. Tsukuyomi had known how emotional her wife had been, how in tune to the prayers and praise of the mortals, that to have terrible deeds justified in her name had to have stung. If Tsukuyomi couldn't have Amaterasu at her strongest, then she would simply weaken her love and pick up the pieces, putting them back together in the way she wanted. Tsukuyomi involved herself in various conflicts over the years, sometimes as a willing participant, other times as little more than a puppet master, always with the goal of bringing Amaterasu low. When that didn't work and Amaterasu turned instead to being a shrine maiden, Tsukuyomi spent countless hours, days, years simply vandalizing shrines to Amaterasu. There were not many shrines to Tsukuyomi. How could there be. Who wished to revere a cold, uncaring murderer? Even the one Amaterasu watched over never had as much attention. Every year when it came time to have the fruit, Tsukuyomi attempted to get her wife back. Every year she went home denied. But never deterred. Over the many, many years, Tsukuyomi grew to understand the way the mortals thought. How they were fickle. How they were liars. How they were hopeless. How given enough time they would wipe each other out. How there was no point in ruling over them when they could just ruin themselves. How many atrocities had been done in the name of their beliefs? Even after the fall they still found ways to maim and abuse and murder. They were kindred spirits in a way, except the mortals hid their true nature from one another while Tsukuyomi embraced it. As the the world grew more advanced, Reito Otoko established OtoKorp and used the power of suggestion to make herself rich and the mortals fat, lazy, stupid, and dead. Through pointed advertising over the years, Reito Otoko became wealthy and the products pushed by OtoKorp included drinks that sped up heart disease, pills that didn't work but were easy to cause addiction, food that was made cheaply and sold in bulk to encourage obesity, devices for lonely sorts to simply spend their days finding new ways to pleasure themselves to obscurity. Soon enough OtoKorp was selling those products in movies. Television. Books. Magazines. Anywhere. Everywhere. And it was all legal. Slap a pretty girl or a handsome man and people will buy anything. OtoKorp deliberately set up its corporate headquarters incredibly close to Amaterasu's company - and OtoKorp made sure their building was taller, just so Amaterasu would always know the shadow of Tsukuyomi was always around. Even still, after all this time, Tsukuyomi is convinced that she and Amaterasu will be together again. Not a month goes by where Tskuyomi isn't sending Amaterasu messages, visits, whatever she can get just to let Amaterasu know that they will be together. Where one goes, the other will follow. One seeks to lift humanity up. The other will continue to contribute to its inevitable decline. If the ashes of the mortal world are what it takes for the Sun and the Moon to be together again, then let it all burn. ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬   𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬 ⌜ α м в ι т ι σ и ѕ ⌟ 月 Her goal is, as it has always been, rekindling the marriage she once had. She is also engaged in a bit of a longstanding debate on the nature of mortals and she believes proving her statements correct will aid her pursuit of her Sun. Tsukuyomi has little love for mortals, seeing them as little more than burdens she can use for her own ends. ⌜ f є α я ѕ ⌟ 月 That in spite of everything, she will never know the loving warmth of her Sun. The only thing more worrisome than that is her Sun choosing not to eat the fruit. She won't let that happen. They have to be together. Forever. No matter what.

Cerridwen, goddess of grain

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_{C E R R I D W E N
C E R R I D W E N}

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	Katy Townsend | #EEDE47 ████████████████████████ 𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊   𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 ⌜ 𝐄 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 ⌟ Cerridwen | Keeper of the Cauldron | The White Witch ⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ⌟ Inspiration | Rebirth | Herbology | Grain | ⌜ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Celtic 🌿

𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 ⚗️ 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒
_{^{must be the season of the witch}}

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 A L C H E M Y
A L C H E M Y

_/ˈalkəmē/

^{What do you get when you mix powdered root of asphodel and an infusion of wormwood? Well, beyond ten points to or from your house of choice, the answer is no one really knows. Alchemy is a fine art. A fine art of dashed and dabs, of mixtures and stirring, of trial and error. Cerridwen has an almost encyclopedic knowledge of remedies and tonics and, importantly, herbs, and how they work together. It's almost like she can talk to the earth and its riches in order to help her own salves and potions. In a different life she could've been a doctor. Her knowledge of what plants and herbs and grains are remains, and she can say what they are upon sight, but she no longer hears their voices, and more and more of her crops have come out lacking in later years. Concerning. For her customers, anyway.}

𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 🚬 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅
_{^{you introduced me to my mind; left me wanting you and your kind}}

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	████████████████████████ т н є м σ я т α ℓ   т н є м σ я т α ℓ ⌜ 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐀 𝐒 ⌟ Paisley Sinclair ⌜ 𝐑 𝐄 𝐂 𝐎 𝐑 𝐃 𝐄 𝐃 𝐀 𝐆 𝐄 ⌟ 29 ⌜ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐗 𝐔 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐓 𝐘 & 𝐆 𝐄 𝐍 𝐃 𝐄 𝐑 ⌟ pansexual, female, she/her ⌜ 𝐎 𝐂 𝐂 𝐔 𝐏 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Owner of The Emerald Kelpie

𝐋 𝐈 𝐅 𝐄 🍃 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘
_{^{when the stress burns my brain just like acid raindrops}}

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This fabled witch, whose talents extended also to that of shapeshifting - her favorite form being that of a beautifully white sow - like many a woman found love and with that love came marriage and with that marriage came children - in exactly that order, no more, no less, no deviation, no mess. Two children, a girl as beautiful as the sunrise, and a boy as foul and repugnant as the dark. The witch loved her children equally, but knew her son would struggle, vanity was such an important part of life, and so she sought to use her talents to aid him. To make him beautiful. Her potions would help. They always would. For one long year she had to prepare, to gather ingredients, to add them, mix them, stir them just right, carefully measuring each and every bit. For one long year everything was going perfect. She requested the aid of two locals as she gathered more ingredients. One to stir the cauldron, one to tend the fire. She warned the lads that in the potion's current state, three drops would grant the knowledge and beauty she sought, but anymore would be fatal. The stirrer accidentally spilled three drops, hot as the sun, onto his thumb and in instinct he stuck his thumb in his mouth to cool off the burn. His mistake made and cursed with the knowledge of what the Witch would do to him, he fled. And so the Witch pursued him. He became a rabbit, she a dog to hunt him. He became a bird, she became a hawk to prey upon him. He became a fish, she became an otter to catch him. He became a single grain of corn, she became a hen and ate him. He did not die and instead found himself reborn. The witch, with murderous intent, gave birth to a child she meant to kill for ruining her plans with her first son, but this baby was so radiant that she could not bring herself to go through with the horrific deed, sending him instead downriver for him to forge his own path. How much is true? Who can say. Maybe all of it. Maybe none of it. What is known is only that there existed a woman so tied to nature and concoctions that she was said to be both enchantress and goddess all rolled into one. When, you ask? When did she walk this earth, gathering herbs and grains for her potions and tonics? Why, once upon a time. ██████████████████████ 𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲   𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲 ⌜ м σ я т α ℓ ℓ ι f є ⌟ ⚗️ Cerridwen was almost unaffected by the fall at first, having decided to live amongst the mortals during the height of divinity anyway - her time as the White Witch was rife with visitors calling upon her aid, praying to her for love or wealth or beauty or pregnancy or whatever they could hope to find in a potion. She certainly felt different after the fact, it was as if she had been hearing all her life and then woke up unable to hear even her own heartbeat. Fear swept through her. Panic. Anger. The gamut of emotions. She almost burned down her home in the woods of Gwynedd, but in so doing a calming smell wafted through her nose. An herb she had never thought to burn before. Its smell was calming. She had never known such calm. And with it such hunger. She sought to understand this herb and so began to grow it. It was so much more difficult without being able to hear the call of the earth. She failed to replicate that first waft, that life changing feeling. But it was okay. She had time on her side. During her experimenting on replicating the herb, she still managed to integrate with the mortals. She was no longer the fabled Witch of the White but her experience with remedies and herbs, though stifled somewhat after the fall, allowed her to find work with doctors and charlatans alike, allowed her to sell tinctures, tonics, and medical miracles that worked about as often as they didn't. It was never her intention to swindle, but when balding sorts requested a tonic to make their hair grow, sometimes the best course was just to bend the truth and hope for the best. As she grew on, she turned her pursuits more towards the mystery of the herb. While never quite replicating that first strain, she did settle upon a consistent one. She found that it helped calm people, helped inspire others, and in some it helped their illness. She might have lost her connection with the natural world but she could still do what she could to help, to inspire, to provide a vital service. As the world turned towards the modern, she found an entire culture had risen up around herbs, a culture she took part in rather directly. Once the strange hang up on 'legality' became less of an issue, Paisely Sinclair opened a dispensary, after having her own grow-op which she contributed to local dealers. A supplier of fine quality as she provided was in high demand, and being able to go into business for herself was a game changer. It was just like having her house in the woods, except it was located within walking distance of about four places with products far more addictive and habit forming than what she sold. It's not much, but it's a vital service. ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬   𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬 ⌜ α м в ι т ι σ и ѕ ⌟ 🚬 To help the mortal hang-up over what is a harmless plant. She'd also like to find the secret to that first initial herb, but it seems more and more unlikely after so long. Though the stories of her, specifically in regards to her children, might well be made up or exaggerated, she would like to maybe try to find romance - but for some reason mortals say they want a 'gothy, stoner, pixie haired gf' but then when one comes knocking they just leave her hanging. Weird. She'd also like to try her hand at poetry again, it's been so long. ⌜ f є α я ѕ ⌟ 🚬 That despite all her studies and knowledge over the years, all she'll ever be seen as is no different than the clowns in 'stoner movies'. She has a longstanding lack of confidence in self that only gets exacerbated as time goes on. That for all her obsession with her herbs that her more artistic desires have suffered, namely her poetry.

[Akayaofthemoon]

Aphrodite, Goddess of Love & Beauty

Goddess of Love & Beauty
_{Ἀφροδίτη
Ἀφροδίτη}

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	Scarlett Johansson | #FF69B4 ████████████████████████ 𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊   𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 ⌜ 𝐄 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 ⌟ Aphrodite, Goddess of Love & Beauty, Lady of Cythera, Lady of Cyprus ⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ⌟ Love, Beauty, Pleasure, Procreation ⌜ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Greek ♡

𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 ♡ 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒
_{^{Love recognizes no barriers}}

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 P O W E R
P O W E R

^{Produces an aphrodisiac that causes the target to envision Aphrodite however is most pleasing. Beauty truly is in the eye of the beholder after all.}

𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 ♡ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅
_{^{Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold}}

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𝐋 𝐈 𝐅 𝐄 ♡ 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘
_{^{The way the world is right now, we need more love}}

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▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲   𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲 ⌜ 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 𝕷 𝖎 𝖋 𝖊 ⌟ ♡ Aphrodite was born when Cronos castrated his father Ouronos with a sickle and cast the genitalia into the sea and from there she emerged from the sea foam. Her beauty was said to cause such a stir within the Greek Pantheon that Zeus worried a war amongst the gods would break out and thus declared that she should be married so no arguments could occur. However, at the same time, Hephaestus sent an ornate golden throne to his mother. As soon as Hera sat on it, she became bound to the seat with fetters that none of the gods could break. The Olympians that had been gathered to decide which of them should marry Aphrodite, since Zeus had decided that it was time for her to be wed. Seeing a solution for both of his problems, Zeus declared that whichever god could free Hera would earn the right to marry Aphrodite. To win Aphrodite’s hand, Hephaestus would have to be brought back to Mount Olympus and compelled to release his mother. Aphrodite was certain that Ares, the god of war, was the only one strong enough to drag Hephaestus to Mount Olympus. She offered no resistance to the plan since she had hoped to marry Ares anyway. Ares, who was known for his battlelust far more than his strategic thinking, burst into the smith’s forge without a plan of attack. This proved to be a mistake, since the heat of the forge and the strength Hephaestus had built as a metalworker quickly drove Ares from Lemnos. Dionysus next approached the forge, but he had a much different plan than Ares’s reliance on a swift attack. He came with an offer of friendship. The two sat and talked, enjoying several cups of Dionysus’s finest wines. Eventually, Dionysus suggested that there was a loophole in Zeus’s decree. The next day, Hephaestus returned to Mount Olympus and freed Hera without any commands or threats. He then stood before the king of the gods and demanded his prize. Because he had come of his own accord and acted without anyone else forcing him to, Hephaestus himself had fulfilled the requirements of Zeus’s decree. As the god of law, Zeus was forced to agree that, because of the way he had worded his challenge, Hephaestus had won the right to marry Aphrodite. The marriage of Hephaestus and Aphrodite proved to be an unhappy one, which lead to many adulterous and unfaithful acts with the one Aphrodite truly loved, Ares the God of War. Eventually the sun god Helios, who saw everything from his position in the sky, learned that Aphrodite and Ares were meeting in secret. He told Hephaestus that Aphrodite had continued her relationship with the god of war, and the smith began to plan his revenge. As soon as Aphrodite and Ares were in bed with one another, Hephaestus put his latest trap in motion. A net of thin but unbreakable chains fell down on the lovers, trapping them in a very compromising position. Hephaestus did more than catch Aphrodite being unfaithful, however. He got revenge by humiliating his wife and her lover, inviting the other gods to come in and see how ridiculous they looked under his net. The only Olympian who did not laugh at Aphrodite and Ares was Poseidon. He vowed to make sure that Ares would be held accountable for his actions so that Hephaestus would agree to release them. Ares fled to Thrace and most sources, as Hephaestus had predicted, said little of what consequences he faced. In appreciation for Posesidon's kindness, Aphrodite showed her gratitude and formed a new bond with the God of the Sea. The marriage between Hephaestus and Aphrodite ultimately ended as a result of her infidelity. Taking time away from the chaos, she sought peace with the Charities and was lavished under their care. The most comforting and loyal being Pasithea. She became one of her closest friends and viewed her much like a daughter, bending to her will and any tears that appeared on the girls youthful face. That is why, when tears fell and the girl pleaded to help the one who had given Hephaestus the loophole in Zeus's plan for her marriage...instead of turning the girl away, Aphrodite helped Dionysus by sending Eros to make the leaders fall in love and stop the war with Dio's followers while Dio fell into his insanity. During her time away from Olympus, the goddess had many mortal lovers and had moments with other gods but mostly she kept to her duties and relaxed or took vengeance from her place in the Charities. She was a bit of a helicopter mother, trying to protect her children but all and all, it was an easy and laid back affair for her. The fall that was to come wouldn't be too much of a rough event, enjoying the mortal plane before and now just accepting what it would be to walk among them and be admired. ██████████████████████ 𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲   𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲 ⌜ м σ я т α ℓ ℓ ι f є ⌟ ♡ Unlike some, Aphrodite didn’t have much time to react to the fall itself or even come to terms that she was in the mortal realm. She had a brief moment of panic at the amount of power whisked away from her and then a split second to think of her loved ones before sleep laid claim to her. She was stuck in an endless dream and while most of the time it was pleasant, dreaming of all her desires for-filled without strife, dreaming of what could have been and dreaming of her children’s beautiful faces…but there were times it was an endless nightmare. The past actions coming back to haunt her, the dark parts of her life being rubbed deeper, worshipers forgetting her, and loved ones turning their back on her. It was either bliss or torture that flipped and flopped on a dime. At times she was aware it was a dream, cursing Hypnos and wondering what she had done to deserve this. Other times, she was so lost that it seemed all too real so when she awoke, it was jarring. Aphro couldn’t help but feel relieved, invigorated, and happy though to be present once more. ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬   𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬 ⌜ α м в ι т ι σ и ѕ ⌟ ♡ She wants to be one of the greats, memorable in the mortal realm for her skills and beauty. A real Hollywood starlight. Secretly, even with her non-committal nature, she wishes to find someone solely devoted to her and one that gives her the same feeling that Ares once gave her. One that will not abandon her when things get rough and someone that will not humiliate her or try to use bribery for her affection. ⌜ f є α я ѕ ⌟ ♡ She fears for the safety and happiness of her children. She also has a fear of jealous wrath being directed at her since she has had a few horrible incidents with such things and does not wish for more. This newest and probably greatest fear however is to fall back into the endless slumber.

[Akayaofthemoon]

Jörmungandr, The Great Beast

World Serpent
_{Jörmungandr
Jörmungandr}

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	Zoey Deutch | #BDE8D4 ████████████████████████ 𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊   𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 ⌜ 𝐄 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 ⌟ World Serpent, Miðgarðsormr, Ouroboros, Harbinger of Ragnarök ⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ⌟ Just Huge Sea Serpent ⌜ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Norse 𓆙

𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 𓆙 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒
_{^{Life is like a snake's coils}}

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^{Jorm can hold her breath an ungodly amount of time to the point some might think she can breath under water (which she cannot). She also moves effortlessly through water though this is more practice than power.}

𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 𓆙 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅
_{^{No matter how many turns it makes}}

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	████████████████████████ т н є м σ я т α ℓ   т н є м σ я т α ℓ ⌜ 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐀 𝐒 ⌟ Jorunn Strand ⌜ 𝐑 𝐄 𝐂 𝐎 𝐑 𝐃 𝐄 𝐃 𝐀 𝐆 𝐄 ⌟ 27 ⌜ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐗 𝐔 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐓 𝐘 & 𝐆 𝐄 𝐍 𝐃 𝐄 𝐑 ⌟ Bisexual, Female They/Them/Their | She/Her ⌜ 𝐎 𝐂 𝐂 𝐔 𝐏 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Aquarium Worker

𝐋 𝐈 𝐅 𝐄 𓆙 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘
_{^{You'll end up back where you belong}}

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If Odin had just left Jorm be, they might not have become as powerful or been able to grow large enough to start the the ultimate downfall. There were very few times that Jorm was able to remove themselves from the grasp around the world or out of the watery depths itself without the fear of punishment. Only two even come to mind and both involved the one they were destined to kill. The first had been before the grasping of their tail, their father coming to them with an opportunity to humiliate their destined rival. They would be disguised as a giant cat and Loki would bet Thor with the task to lift them off the ground. They felt a swell of pride when no matter how much force and strength he put into his hold, he was unable to lift them fully off the ground and their paws remained firm to the ground. A new spark of fire was added to the boiling cauldron that day, the need to be top of the competition strong. If them being born on different sides wasn’t enough, this helped tip the scales. The second time, Jorm had just begun to grasp at their tail and finally large enough to do so. It would be a bit longer before it was fully grasped, the timer on the clock to begin ticking in a sense. It had been just another peaceful day when something deliciously tasty plopped into the depths as if just for them. The temptation too great, the snake took its bite only to start being hauled up to the surface above. There, their eyes met with one of determination and one of complete terror upon view. Thor had reeled them in, possibly by accident but either way they spat poison at the pair who dared to disturb them. As Thor went to grab his hammer to kill the serpent, Hymir took no chances and cut the line, leaving the serpent to sink beneath the waves and return to its original position encircling the earth. That would be the last time Jorm saw the world above or anyone else until the day of Ragnarök was upon them. ██████████████████████ 𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲   𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲 ⌜ м σ я т α ℓ ℓ ι f є ⌟ 𓆙 Ragnarök ended up being a pleasant surprise and practically a miracle as far as Jorm was concerned. They had waited for the day their brother Fenrir would break free, their sister Hel to call forth her army of the dead, and finally they would release their own tail to join them, leaving venom in their wake and killing Thor before meeting their own end. They had accepted long ago that this was the reason for living and the reason to die. So when they felt the pull to release their own tail, it was a shock to find themselves not on a killing rampage, to not have their siblings in the midst of devastation, but to be mortal and femininely so. She dazzled over her new form, in awe at the changes before suddenly realizing that everything she had waited for, everything she believed in... had all been wrong. She was free to make choices, free to speak, and free to experience the wonders of life. It made her curious and debate if maybe she was wrong in some of her views of previous events but that remained to be seen. Odin had still tossed her the ocean to be rid of her but it had made her strong and resilient. They had slaughtered and hated Giant kind but seeing as she had been under the sea for what seemed like eternity, had it continued to stay that way? Maybe her father had managed to change things but not their fate? Or was this it being changed? It made her conflicted to think about but she couldn't just strip away timeless hatred that had boiled and festered even though she was open to change. Heck, she had to be open and flexible to change with a new body and actually having a gender for once, instead of just snake. It didn’t mean it would be easy or even happen overnight if it was possible at all. In the meantime, while trying to reunite with her family since they would not be able recognize the new form, she experienced as much as she could and tried to be the first at every new event and got a thrill of living dangerously. Sure, it caused some wounds but it was worth it for the exhilaration and freedom. She was sometimes frowned upon and got into an immense amount of trouble for her efforts but she didn't give two rats asses about what they thought. If she wanted to do something then she would do it, if she had to trick or sneak to do so than by the depths of the sea, she would do just that. No one was going to stop her or force her to do anything that she hadn't decided herself. Finding her siblings had settled her down a bit, happy to be near them and getting to speak with them when she had been alone for so long but it didn’t completely tame her. Jorm still did dangerous stunts, joined wars, explored depths, encountered wildlife, and joined competitions but slowly she started to miss her relaxed life. It was why after years of non stop wild fun, she decided that joining a job at the aquarium would be a nice change. A reminder of the home she had for way too long, where all she would do was lay and clutch her tail. She wouldn’t want to go back to how it was but there was a comfort in the familiar and a beauty still in the life that had spun around her while she was stuck, alive but not living. Now, she was able to have her cake and eat it too. Live wild when she wanted and be in a place that also gave her peace without feeling trapped. ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬   𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬 ⌜ α м в ι т ι σ и ѕ ⌟ 𓆙 She wants to try anything and everything, good or bad. They were stuck in an endless cycle of waiting. Now she has a chance to experience life and all it has to offer. ⌜ f є α я ѕ ⌟ 𓆙 Fears being alone once more, parted from her family, without a voice...trapped with only their thoughts and to once more gasp their own tail.

[Danvers]

Deimos, goddess of terror

g o d d e s s o͏ f͏ t e r r o r
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	Danielle Rose Russell | #40004D ████████████████████████ 𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊   𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 ⌜ 𝐄 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 ⌟ Deimos; Δεῖμος Formido Metus ⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ⌟ Terror & Dread ⌜ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Greek 🗡

𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 🗡 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒
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M A L A D Y
M A L A D Y

^{Once Deimos could sweep over battlefields, spreading terror and strife. Making formerly brave men run before the first swords had clashed, fuelling victory for whichever side her father had deemed worthy. After the fall her powers were drained and no longer could she cause such widespread chaos. Now, when she inflicts pain upon a person, their dread begins to amplify. The more pain she causes, the more they will begin to be paralysed by the feeling of terror, until they are left in a catatonic state. Causing the pain itself is sublime to the goddess but what is more sweet is the dread that lingers, the fear of suffering once again. It is this that Deimos feeds upon and which is the true source of her power. It creates an aura of terror around her which render anyone within frozen with fear.}

𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 🗡 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅
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𝐋 𝐈 𝐅 𝐄 🗡 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘
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[Danvers]

Sif, goddess of earth and fertility

g o d d e s s o͏ f͏ t h e e a r t h
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𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 🌱 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒
_{^{𝒾𝓂 𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒, 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜𝓍𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓉𝑒𝒹, 𝒻𝓁𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝒾𝑔𝒽}}

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^{Sifs hair was at first, just hair. Beautiful, golden and long for sure, but still...just hair. However after Loki rudely shore it all off and it was replaced by magically imbued locks, (wrought by the dwarves themselves) it became something more. Her golden tresses were able to change with her emotions, giving a glimpse into her inner self, of which she had never shown before. At first it was mortifying and embarrassing to be so naked but eventually she became able to control it. And this was fine until the fall. Now her control has lapsed once more and when her emotions become overwhelming, it can change. When she feels calm again it will go back to its normal state, and if she tries super hard, she can sometimes force an emotion (and consequently the colour & length of her hair). Usually though, it's more of a hassle than anything else.}

𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 🌱 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅
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𝐋 𝐈 𝐅 𝐄 🌱 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘
_{^{𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝓃 𝒹𝑜𝑒𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒶𝒷𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈}}

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[Hey Im Jordan]

Amaterasu, goddess of the sun & heavens

g o d d e s s o f t h e s u n & h e a v e n s
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	Maki Goto | #f9d71c ████████████████████████ 𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊   𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 ⌜ 𝐄 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 ⌟ Amaterasu ⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ⌟ The Sun and the Heavens ⌜ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Japanese ♤

𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 ♤ 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒
_{^{You said if you could fly}}

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^{Amaterasu was once the source of the sun’s light itself. These days, however, she’s capable of controlling a light source. Turning it on, brightening it… she can’t shut them off or dim them though. That was never her domain.}

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_{^{You would fly far, far into the sky}}

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𝐋 𝐈 𝐅 𝐄 ♤ 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘
_{^{So all you’d ever know is that blue, blue sky up above}}

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Believing her wife would be satisfied with what she’d done, Tsukiyomi returned home to proudly tell her tale. Amaterasu’s reaction could not have been further from what Tsukiyomi had expected. Amaterasu banished the moon, and moved to another place in the sky. Their marriage had ended, and Tsukiyomi was doomed to forever chase after that which she could not have - and thus the moon began its eternal cycle of chasing after the sun. The treachery of Tsukiyomi did not end there. Shortly after the divorce, Tsukiyomi turned Amaterasu’s younger brother against her, and Susanoo’s anger at his sister’s supposed betrayal led him to destroy the rice fields of Amaterasu's lands, kill her livestock, and wreak havoc in every way possible. After this outburst, it took all of the sizable self-control the Sun goddess had to not destroy her brother. Not wanting her people to see her in such an emotional state, she locked herself in a cave, and magically sealed the door. The world was plunged into darkness without its sun, and for better or worse, Tsukiyomi seemed to have 'won.' This darkness lasted only a short amount of time, before the clever goddess Ame no Uzume hatched a clever ploy to bring the light of the sun back to the world. She simply threw a party outside the cave for the other gods, and Amaterasu - somewhat self-centered - could not begin to understand why they could be so joyous and happy without her, the sun. For only a moment, she poked her head out of the cave and found herself face-to- face with a new god. Was this the reason they were so happy? She wondered, and she stepped out to get a better look. Before she realized what had happened, the cave was closed behind her and Amaterasuwas back where she belonged: with her peers. And then, she realized what had happened: the clever Uzume had played a prank on her, holding up a mirror in front of the cave. The goddess that Amaterasu had thought was new was simply her own reflection. Since that day, it is said that Amaterasu and her precious Uzume-chan have been inseparable. ██████████████████████ 𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲   𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲 ⌜ м σ я т α ℓ ℓ ι f є ⌟ ♤ Immediately after the fall, Amaterasu was filled with more than a few different emotions. Though she’s never admitted it to anyone - not even Uzume-chan - the strongest emotion she felt was sadness. It wasn’t sadness at her lost divinity, but instead sadness at the loss of the mortal’s worship. This feeling did not last long. It was only shortly after the fall that the Imperial family of Japan rose to power, claiming that their lineage could be traced back to the Goddess herself. Whether or not that was true was irrelevant; Amaterasu watched her name and her legacy be dragged through the dirt for years, then decades, then centuries. It was foul, and all she could do was watch in disgust. If she had told them the truth, would they have believed her? For sometime, Amaterasu - now known as Kyōko Kurosawa served as a shrine maiden; the shrine she was the caretaker of for some time was a shrine to both herself and Tsukiyomi, a bittersweet iron that was not lost on the once all powerful goddess. As interest in the shrine dwindled, she found other things to do with her time, though it was never allowed to deteriorate or decline. To her, the shrine served a mighty purpose. A reminder of what she once was, and would one day hopefully be again. And Kyōko used her time, forever endless so long as she ate the fruit once a year, well. Like any self-respecting person with infinite time, she had built up quite a surplus of funds by the time the 40s had come. It was at the end of that decade, with the end of World War 2, that Kyōko decided she had watched from the sidelines long enough. Using her immense fortune, she purchased a not insignificant chunk of real estate in Tokyo, which she turned into a central hub for what she hoped would be at the forefront of the future of humanity. Vain as it was, she had been convinced that without her, humanity would be doomed to repeat what she’d seen happen time and time again. The business she built over the next 80 or so years focuses on technological advancements for mankind; anything from medical science, to communications. Ran by the Kurosawa family, no one has ever thought to ask how the matriarch always looks the same. Once a year, every year, Kyōko takes a vacation to go and eat the fruit. Every year, she tells herself that this year, she’ll help them find peace - and this will be the last time she eats the fruit. She’s tired. ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬   𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬 ⌜ α м в ι т ι σ и ѕ ⌟ ♤ Amaterasu wants to push mankind forward, toward a peaceful and unified future. She uses her vast resources and the company she’s built to try and do this. ⌜ f є α я ѕ ⌟ ♤ That Tsukiyomi is right, and humans will never find peace in their time.

[Altered Tundra]

Poseidon || Earth-Shaker

𝙴𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑-𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚛
_{𝕻𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖎𝖉𝖔𝖓
𝕻𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖎𝖉𝖔𝖓}

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𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 Ψ 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒
_{^{𝑔𝑜𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝒶}}

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𝔦 𝔫 𝔱 𝔥 𝔢 𝔥 𝔢 𝔞 𝔯 𝔱 𝔬 𝔣 𝔱 𝔥 𝔢 𝔰 𝔢 𝔞
𝔦 𝔫 𝔱 𝔥 𝔢 𝔥 𝔢 𝔞 𝔯 𝔱 𝔬 𝔣 𝔱 𝔥 𝔢 𝔰 𝔢 𝔞

^{In the past when Poseidon ruled the sea and shook the earth, he knew all that traveled within his domain: the sea spoke to him in ways only deities with equal control could fathom. The animals, the organisms -- he knew what they felt and could speak directly to them. From Great Whites to clown fish to the algae to the dead corals in the reefs of Australia, Poseidon could feel all their love and pain. But this is no longer the case and where in fact he cannot hear all the whispers and musings of those that he once held dear to him, Poseidon can still feel the emotions carried through waves. It is not as far reaching, but anytime he is in water, within a three mile radius, he is able to hear and feel the cries and laughter of the sea. Creatures that have murder on their mind whether out of survival or being the alpha of the sea. In turn, this turned a once greedy, vengeful god into a more empathetic one with such a connection to the oceans that it fuels his potency for love, as well.}

𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 Ψ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅
_{^{𝒜 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝒸𝓀 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝑜𝑜𝓇, 𝐼 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑒}}

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	████████████████████████ т н є м σ я т α ℓ   т н є м σ я т α ℓ 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐀 𝐒 Dr. Atlas Leventis 𝐑 𝐄 𝐂 𝐎 𝐑 𝐃 𝐄 𝐃 𝐀 𝐆 𝐄 45-50 𝐒 𝐄 𝐗 𝐔 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐓 𝐘 & 𝐆 𝐄 𝐍 𝐃 𝐄 𝐑 Bisexual || He/Him/His ⌜ 𝐎 𝐂 𝐂 𝐔 𝐏 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Former || Current || Net worth: 500M Poseidon's Waterfront Home || Poseidon's 2020 Deep Blue Tesla Model S || His yacht, the S.S. Atlantis

𝐋 𝐈 𝐅 𝐄 Ψ 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘
_{^{𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝒽𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝒾𝓉 𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓈; 𝒾𝒻 𝒾 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝒾𝓉 𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝓉𝒽𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓀𝓈}}

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Even with Ampradite by his side, their many children, and a one-time affair and eventual budding friendship with Aphrodite afte rhe was the singular god to not make a joke out of her relationship with Ares, the God of War. But even that, as fortunate as he was to have Aphrodite in his bed or even when he took out his boredom and momentary ire for his son, Polyphemus's, injury. A case of Poseidon's petty, vindictive anger. Nothing that came to his attention brought him any fulfillment nor a sense of purpose beyond his domain and his underwater kingdom. At least that was the case until he sat upon his underwater throne, his wife by his side after forgiving him for his transgressions with the Greek Goddess of love, and heard the most omnious, wonderful sound. It was an intriguing voice, something he had not heard in all of his time of existing. Chaotic and distruptive, yet beautiful beyond any words a poet or scholar could produce. It was the voice of something that sounded so lonely, so eager for companionship. Poseidon, the God of the SEa, someone who could understand any and all aquatic lifeforms of any make from any distance, he must admit that it was difficult to understand this voice he heard in his head. It was not only difficult from an understanding perspective, but the language was not something he had studied extensively. But through the power of concentration, he eventually understood. The voice in his head that he heard was Jormungandr, a powerful serpent from the Norse Pantheon. The World-Snake, as it had been dubbed in many texts. And in this realization, Poseidon had finally found a purpose. It was singular and not something that he could properly explain, but perhaps in what felt like that missing piece in his existance, Poseidon enjoyed his conversations with the World-Snake. A creature whom he could call his friend, no matter the barriers that separated them. ██████████████████████ 𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲   𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲 м σ я т α ℓ ℓ ι f є Ψ One-hundred-fifty years ago. Just a century and a half and Poseidon, the great ruler of the sea, former King of Atlantis, second only to his brother, Zeus and one above his other brother, Hades, woke up from a chamber (or was it more like a pod)? Poseidon didn't know and still to the current day, he hasn't made much sense of it. He didn't know how he ended up in that pod. His memory was fuzzy in the beginning. All he knew for certain was that he was asleep for a long time, long enough to find that many other pods within...wherever he was , some have been opened and some remained closed. When he first left, Poseidon knew not what happened to him nor how he came to be in Athens. The irony of that moment was visibly irate that Poseidon grew the more he wondered the very town of Greece that he himself once fought, ruled, and looked after. Fought with Athena for its name sake but ruled in the shadows with her, but he had always held a personal attachment to it. So to see it suffer, to see it be in such a withered state, it angered Poseidon. He felt the rage of his former glory consume him but lacked the divinity to be able to do anyhting about it. What would do? In the past, wen Poseidon was angry, he let his fury out on those who were at sea. When his own son was injured, he took all of his wrath out on Odysseus, keeping him and his men out at sea for years. Yet as Poseidon realized he was no longer of the same power he once held at his fingertips. And it took him years to accept it. For that first decade, he lingered in Athens, lived among the people. Sadness and anger consumed him. Spending those years on the streets, Poseidon let it linger, let the negative thoughts and feelings fester until he started to grow tired of wallowing in this new dispair. Eventually he started to make use of this new normal. Over the next century, Poseidon started to leave a mark little by little on the world, or at least within the Mediterranean. From Greece to Italy to Morroco to even Israel, he tried to live a life. He was a sailor for a bit and a fisherman. His travels led him down the realization that, at some point, the mortals forgot to treasure the seas. CLimate change, something Poseidon was not made aware of for quite some time, had started to become something of a problem. As the Greek God of the Sea, no matter how much time had passed, Poseidon made it his mission to help where he could. In the beginning, he became a politician. Under the name Atlas Leventis, he worked towards environmental efforts, earning capital where he needed it, but politics felt too much like Mount Olympus and a familiar melancholy tok hold of him. About ten years ago, with a wealth that surpassed the hundred millions, Atlas Leventis (to the known world it was the third), he fell into a simpler life. Professor Atlas Leventis. Those who can't do, teach. And that's what he's been doing. All over the world in the best colleges, and universities, and even doing a stint at Nobel Peace Conferences. Poseidon has been doing it all. Some years he had missed the festivals in which all the gods gather to consume the Apple of the Great Tree. This may have cost him some years, but what he's been doing was more important to him. And maybe, somewhere deep inside, he longed to find his old friend, Jormungandr again. Somewhere. For now, he does what he can to raise awareness to climate change. ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬   𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬 α м в ι т ι σ и ѕ Ψ It might seem like a silly thing, but Poseidon just wants to be happy. He wants to be a good brother to Hades and Zeus. Hades, specifically, Poseidon has something of delayed guilt for how Zeus treated him. For how Poseidon treated him. But the most notable thing that Poseidon is ambitious about is to be better than he was before the fall. In whatever way that is possible, he just wants to be less vengeful, less greedy, and less petty than he was before he lost his divinity. f є α я ѕ Ψ Depsite all of the progress that the God of the Sea has made within himself in terms of his anger and selfishness, there's a part of his old self that remains. The part that sent Odysseus on a never-ending journey in the sea because of what he did to his son. The part that hated to lose. Poseidon fears, one day, the Earth-Shaker will return again. Like the sea he once commanded, no matter how calm, there is always a storm brewing somewhere.

[Hey Im Jordan]

Hermes, Herald of the Gods

h e r a l d o f t h e g o d s
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c a l l s i g n : H E R M E S}

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	Glen Powell | #f45c04 ████████████████████████ 𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊   𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 ⌜ 𝐄 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 ⌟ Hermes ⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ⌟ Commerce, thieves, roads, boundaries, and athletes ⌜ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Greek ♤

𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 ♤ 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒
_{^{I guess I should have forgot where I came from}}

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^{Once the fastest man alive, Hermes’s body remembers what it once meant to go that fast. He is capable of withstanding great g-forces, and his stamina and lung capacity are quite impressive. He’s built for speed, and he is eternally grateful that his divinity is still present in a way such as this.}

𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 ♤ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅
_{^{La la la la, wait till I get my money right}}

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	████████████████████████ т н є м σ я т α ℓ   т н є м σ я т α ℓ ⌜ 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐀 𝐒 ⌟ Joseph Park ⌜ 𝐑 𝐄 𝐂 𝐎 𝐑 𝐃 𝐄 𝐃 𝐀 𝐆 𝐄 ⌟ 38 ⌜ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐗 𝐔 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐓 𝐘 & 𝐆 𝐄 𝐍 𝐃 𝐄 𝐑 ⌟ Pansexual, male, he/him ⌜ 𝐎 𝐂 𝐂 𝐔 𝐏 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ U.S. Naval Aviator

𝐋 𝐈 𝐅 𝐄 ♤ 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘
_{^{La la la la then you can’t tell me nothin’}}

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[Legion02]

Ra, god of the Sun

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	Peter Mensah | #fff200 ████████████████████████ 𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊   𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 ⌜ 𝐄 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 ⌟ The King of the Sky, the Land and the Sea ⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ⌟ God of Creation and the Sun ⌜ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Egyptian ♤

𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 ♤ 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒
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^{The Sun sees all. Before Ra could learn all about one simply but using there True Name. Such power is no longer his to wield. However, the sun still watches over all. Once a day Ra can scry where the sun is at its apex. To specify, it can show him a location over which the sun hangs the highest. At midnight in the US he can scry in the middle-east, for example. He does require a solid, bronze disc to peer through though. He can only do this for an hour at most per day.}

𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 ♤ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅
_{^{Lie, Cheat, Steal, Kill, Win}}

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[Hey Im Jordan]

Setekh, god of Disorder

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^{Once able to command the great power of a storm with the flick of his wrist, Setekh is only capable of calling upon lowly tremors now. He can project his voice to be as loud as thunder, and he can create small bursts of lightning around him. It’s quite boring, and not something he does often or is very proud of. It comes in handy occasionally though.}

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_{^{I've changed a lot, plus I've grown to hate every human bein'}}

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𝐋 𝐈 𝐅 𝐄 ♤ 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘
_{^{My mood swings have now turned; My dreams into gruesome scenes}}

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As the second born son to the god of the Earth and the goddess of the Sky, Setekh was close to the throne - but not there. Despite the world being a paradise for everyone, food in abundance, and an almost complete lack of suffering… Set wanted more. The Pharaoh of Egypt controlled all the world and all the sands, and as the days went on Set found himself more and more willing to do whatever it took to take the throne from his older brother. In the most dramatic way possible, he did. Setekh built a gorgeous casket with his own hands, exactly to his brother Osiris’s measurements. He threw a mighty party, and invited all of the Ennead and their subjects. He revealed the casket to the partygoers, and claimed whoever fit in it could take it home. For hours, he watched as guest after guest attempted to fit into the ornate coffin, and failed. After what felt like an eternity, his older brother lay down in the coffin, laughing and smiling. And he found the coffin slammed closed on him. For years afterward, Set ruled the deserts. Under his rule, things went from serene and peaceful to chaotic and dangerous. He commanded the storms and the droughts, sending them upon his subjects - who he found ungrateful and disloyal. The mortals and even his fellow rulers yearned for the days of old when the benevolent pair of Osiris and Isis ruled the lands. When Set had all but forgotten his older brother and his wife, their son Horus made his presence known. For over eight decades, Setekh and Horus had many epic battles. After all that time passed, Horus finally succeeded in overthrowing his uncle and taking the throne for himself. Set was banished. There, he watched with disgust and rage as the mortals still prayed to him. They prayed to him for protection from the invaders, the storms, the drought… they prayed to Set for protection from Set. And this drove him insane. In his mad rage, invasions of Egypt became frequent, violent, and destructive. Storms raged across the desert, and droughts were common. And Setekh watched this all with a small smile. The filthy mongrels deserved it. ██████████████████████ 𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲   𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲 ⌜ м σ я т α ℓ ℓ ι f є ⌟ ♤ After the Fall, Set had a hard time coming to terms with things. He had grown to hate his fellow divinities, and he had grown to hate mortals. Now put in an odd spot between the two, Set chose to wander the world to find his purpose. He became a well-learned and traveled man. He learned different mortal languages, he learned what they were like, and most importantly he learned that one important detail hadn’t changed from when he was in power: they were so easily manipulated. Nearly thirty years ago, Set formed the Ennead Corporation in America. He knew what he had to do to regain his former glory and power, so that he could return to punishing the world for what he felt were transgressions against him. Put simply, Set no longer wanted to be nice to people who had what he felt belonged to him. He built the company with the idea that he could manipulate people en masse under the guise of ‘self-help,’ and ‘self-actualization.’ He succeeded in his goal, and has changed thousands of people’s lives - the biggest question is whether he’s changed them for better or for worse. Using money he’d made over his long, extensive life, Set’s current identity of Seth Stanford first made a name for himself as an author. After the books he published himself through Ennead began to catch on, he started to do seminars and conferences to push the message. It was only in the last few years that Ennead began to do their festivals on their private campuses - islands, in international waters. Some people aren’t happy about the corporation, but those voices are quiet and ignored by Seth. Quite recently, the last year or so, he’s stepped down from his role as the CEO of Ennead, choosing to remain on the board. Leaving the company in the hands of his most trusted lieutenants, he told the people that he simply wished to be closer to them, and opened a private practice in Seattle where he could pose as a psychologist. The truth is, he just missed how intimate it used to be to manipulate them personally. ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬   𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬 ⌜ α м в ι т ι σ и ѕ ⌟ ♤ If he can’t return to his true divinity, then Set intends to make a cult all his own where people can worship him as a god and he can distribute his divine justice as he pleases. ⌜ f є α я ѕ ⌟ ♤ Set has a deep fear that people will one day realize he does this all for himself, and his falsities of wanting people to better themselves will be washed away.

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Nike, goddess of victory

w i n g s o f v i c t o r y
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	Brie Larson | #D8C205 ████████████████████████ 𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊   𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 ⌜ 𝐄 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 ⌟ Nike | Winged Victory ⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ⌟ Victory ⌜ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Greek ✓

𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 𓏢 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒
_{^{i dont need swagger, i'm just arrogant}}

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I N S P I R A T I O N

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^{Every winner of an award be it athletics, music, entertainment, competition, whatever it may be always tends to thank a similar circle of people. Parents. Friends. God. In the days long gone the 'God' in question was Nike and for very good reason. Nike, once upon a time, could inspire the greatest among us, mortal or god, to do feats thought impossible by mortal standards or impressive even for gods. She also used to be able to soar across the heavens on gilded wings at speeds that would make even Hermes jealous and use those wings as a shield against all manner of physical harm but alas, those wings have been long since clipped. Those who prayed to Nike - or those who fought alongside her in manners of conflict - would find themselves able to push a little more, hit a little harder, run a little faster, and in damn near every instance be able to claim victory thanks to her influence. Like a second wind or a burst of adrenaline, Nike was once able to guide even the lowliest of mortals to that feeling of great, great victory. Now, in ages gone, Nike can't claim to bring about absolute victory in others, though she can still encourage and inspire better than damn near anyone. Those who she inspires, even now, find themselves able to push themselves with a little bit more effort and stamina. Sometimes it's just enough to eke out a victory, other times it's just enough to not be utterly defeated. Nike can be incredibly motivating, to mortal and fellow gods alike. Everyone needs a cheerleader, right?}

𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 𓆩✧𓆪 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅
_{^{my adrenaline rushing through my veins next stop is victory it's rushing like a train}}

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𝐋 𝐈 𝐅 𝐄 𓆩✧𓆪 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘
_{^{burn like a chariot learn how to carry it}}

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While the others had fled in fear of Typhon, Nike stayed with Zeus, covered his front with her wings to block the mighty blows of Typhon and encouraged Zeus to fight. To win. And win he did, defeating the beast and winning the day. Nike sought no glory nor fame for the thrill of victory was enough. Nevertheless Zeus carried her as one did a princess to the peak of Olympus where the Olympians sat and lived and though Nike did not get a seat amongst them, she was allowed to be by Zeus' side, to sit near the mightiest of the Greeks for her loyalty and commitment. It wasn't just Zeus that Nike inspired. For every war that Ares and men fought, Nike was there to inspire victory. She was a dutiful attendant to Athena in times past, aiding her as she did Zeus, as she did Ares, as she did any who desired victory and invoked her name - for she could only grant victory to those who asked for her by name. When she was not aiding her fellow gods, Nike was an avid enthusiast of chariot races and competitions in general, enjoying the sport of mortals and even desiring to participate in however she could. Her love of chariots was such that she often ferried Zeus to battle by driving his chariot across the heavens. Nike was not strictly there to grant victory in matters of war. She also concerned herself with personal victories, matters of art and music and competition in general. She reveled in the spirit of competition, friendly or otherwise, and always sided with the victors - she never switched sides when chosen, her side always seemed to win when it mattered most. Nike never wished for glory or recognition like many of her peers. She merely wished to inspire them to their full potential. And to feel the excitement that comes only with triumph. She may have been forgotten by history and perhaps even by her gods, but Nike never forgot what she did for them all. And she did it all without any need of thanks. ██████████████████████ 𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲   𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲 ⌜ м σ я т α ℓ ℓ ι f є ⌟ ♤ Nike took the fall hard. It had been the first time she had truly experienced loss and it was an experience that hurt her more than anything - hurt her even more than the pain she felt as her great, glorious golden wings were ripped out of her back like her limbs being severed. Even now she sometimes feels a phantom pain for the wings that no longer exist. She, like many, was aimless at first, but given that she wasn't as important a deity in the grand pantheon, she was able to get through the various stages at a relatively decent pace. It helped that despite her losing her place, the spirit of competition never left the mortals. She found herself taken by the games they played. The sports. The board games. The fighting competitions. She especially liked the Olympics, as she always did, but there was something about seeing it in person that was unmatched. Nike found herself playing the games when she could. She found that running on her feet was almost as exhilarating as flying with her wings. It wasn't as fast, no, but it had its own thrills and hazards. She began running regularly, sometimes for fun, others to challenge herself to go a little further or to beat her time. She ran just because she could. She ran because it helped her feel alive. She ran in the Olympics more than once over the many, many years, always under a different name. She still has her medals somewhere. Though Nike found ways to deal with the new lot in life, she knew one who didn't adapt so well. Zeus, her closest ally, had a rough few centuries. Nike, fearing for him, always found a way to run to his aid, checking in on him regularly to make sure that he was still alive. She tried to get him off the alcohol, she even was there multiple times to make sure he didn't choke on his own sick, but no matter what she did, the only thing she ever truly managed to do was be there for him. Even if he didn't respond to her when she visited, it was important that she came. It was important that she showed him that in spite of everything they had gone through, she was still there. That they were still alive. She was able to breathe a lot easier once Zeus got out of his funk and became enamored with mortal pleasures once again. By this point Nike had assumed a mortal identity as a physical therapist, but that job didn't last. When Zeus became an actor in physically demanding roles, Nike acted as his personal trainer, keeping him in fighting shape though he didn't truly need much of her guidance. Still, it reminded her of the old days, though of course the danger was all manufactured now and everything was added in this process called 'post' that Nike didn't quite understand. But it wasn't her area of expertise. Seeing how poorly mortals treat their educators, Nike, under the name of Angela Kazan, decided against becoming a gym teacher and instead decided to aid her fellows in the police department. Nike needed to be needed, needed to help the ones who gave her purpose so long ago. After topping the precinct physical records - especially when it came to running - Angela Kazan was promoted to the organized crime division. She's a rookie, all things told, but she feels a sense of purpose in helping Athena - and others of course - maintain a sense of order. And for the first time in her life she's being thanked for her contributions to solving cases and for helping people. It's an unfamiliar feeling but...she likes it. And despite what it seems, the woman named 'Victoria Delphi' who has done more than one scene with Zeus' OnlyFans content and has a very similar face and hair color and body type as Angela Kazan is most certainly not Angela Kazan. Definitely not. Not at all. She's never heard of OnlyFans nor Clark Rogers. ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬   𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬 ⌜ α м в ι т ι σ и ѕ ⌟ ♤ To be helpful and needed without being seen as a doormat. She also wants to keep her youth team winning, there's something to be said about helping and inspiring the next generation to be the best versions of themselves. In athletics, anyway. After centuries of being forgotten, Nike would finally like to be remembered and seen as her own person, no longer bound to the shadow of her superiors. The problem, though, is that she still seems to follow them around like a loyal puppy. ⌜ f є α я ѕ ⌟ ♤ Her greatest fear is that her own insecurities will constantly hold her back. Part of her remains regretful that she never pushed for more recognition in great battles of eons past and even now she wonders if she will ever be able to rise above the shadows she willingly puts herself behind. She has confidence on the pitch, on the field, in contests and all, but then why does she have such a trouble with forging her own path? And then she also fears that people will judge her for her Victoria Delphi side and take away her coaching position because of it.

[Aewin]

Xōchiquetzal, Goddess of Pleasure, Love, Beauty & Flowers

d e i t y o͏ f͏ p l e a s u r e
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	Camila Queiroz | #87575c ████████████████████████ 𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊   𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 ⌜ 𝐄 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 ⌟ Precious Flower Ichpochtli | The Maiden ⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ⌟ Goddess of Pleasure, Love, Beauty, Flowers, Crafting & Fertility Also associated with the lunar cycle, weaving, luxury and prostitutes ⌜ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Aztec ❃

𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 ❃ 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒
_{^{She gives them butterflies, bats her cartoon eyes}}

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^{As a goddess of pleasure, Xōchiquetzal can take on the form of a person's sexual desire. The lips are more than for talking, and as such Xōchiquetzal just requires one kiss in order to know that a person's desire is. After obtaining this information, her appearance will change for her target and everyone in the room if she wishes, until Xōchiquetzal decides to change back or kiss someone else. Xōchiquetzal can also later freely change into this form knowing that it is her target's strongest sexual desire.}

𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 ❃ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅
_{^{She laughs like God, her mind's like a diamond}}

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𝐋 𝐈 𝐅 𝐄 ❃ 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘
_{^{Buy her tonight, she's still shining like lightning}}

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