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Mom is out of the hospital so I might actually have time to rp but we'll see
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'yo sis we need a thot slayer there's too many thots want to join the thot police we're recruiting'
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8 yrs ago
should I return?
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8 yrs ago
If that ain’t a college mood
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“Hullabaloo, and howdy doo! Musty prawns, and Timbucktu! Yeltsy-by, and hibbety-hoo! Kick ’em in the dishpan! Hoo hoo hoo!!”
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@UndineI like nemisis, but I'm disappointed Huitzilopochtli wont have any war gods to hang out with.
The Morrigan is a hella war god.
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|Name|
Nanna
|Aliases|
Johanna Ackerman
|Gender|
Female
|Sexuality|
Demisexual
|Relationship Status|
Widow
|Pantheon/Faith|
Norse
|Occupation|
She's a rare lawyer with a conscious
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|Godly Appearance|
As the goddess of joy and peace, Nanna was most known for her smile. While it wasn't the mos wide, it was a subtle, graceful smile that had a way of making eyes look soulful and empathetic. Her hair was the next more notable; it was a thick nest of flouncing, glossy brown curls that fell to her waist. She usually kept it twisted into a half-updo with stray curls framing her face; long, diamond-encrusted barrettes followed the length and curve of the semi-French braided locks. Nanna was tall and slim, with not much curves to boast for, but a quiet, commanding elegance that brought attention to her whenever she walked in. Her silken skin was an olive tan, with every dip and nook enhanced with prominent shadows, making her face appear gaunt yet refined. Her eyes were a light, sky blue, that seemed to have such a profound depth that one could swim in them. Nanna's makeup was kept simple: a dark red lipstick applied aptly to every curve of her lips, enhancing the thickness; her eyes were shadowed with brown and thick, black eyelashes made her small eyes appear bigger.
Nanna often wore an Empire, layered dress that was floor length and accentuated her graceful, slim body. The sleeves were connected to the dress, as if to appear as a shawl, with a slit from her underarm all the way down; the sleeves fell into the length of the dress. The boat neck emphasized her height and the thinness of her neck. The most impressive aspect of her peach-tan dress was the sown-in diamonds that clustered around the top gradually lessening as they travelled downwards; pure gold lace was embroidered in streaming lines to add depth to the dress. Nanna hated to wear shoes, and instead wore lacy embroidery on her feet, secured with silk ribbons.
Nanna often wore an Empire, layered dress that was floor length and accentuated her graceful, slim body. The sleeves were connected to the dress, as if to appear as a shawl, with a slit from her underarm all the way down; the sleeves fell into the length of the dress. The boat neck emphasized her height and the thinness of her neck. The most impressive aspect of her peach-tan dress was the sown-in diamonds that clustered around the top gradually lessening as they travelled downwards; pure gold lace was embroidered in streaming lines to add depth to the dress. Nanna hated to wear shoes, and instead wore lacy embroidery on her feet, secured with silk ribbons.
|Earthly Appearance|
As a mortal, Nanna's appearance has changed quite drastically. Her hair had thinned and lost part of its curl, as well as her eyes becoming bigger and widers and her lips thinner. She lost the gauntness of her face, and now instead possesses a diamond-shaped face and an average, straight nose that looks slightly Roman. Her skin has become more pink than before, losing the oliveness. She has lost height and is now rather short, standing at 5'4", but now makes up for it in added curves. The color of her hair changed from brown to an unmistakeable blonde; Nanna has attempted to go back to a brunette, as well as a redhead, but neither color seemed to fit her skin tone and so she returned to the blonde color. The most important part of her appearance was the return of youthfulness to her body, making her seem much younger than she actually was, and her appearance finally seemed to echo her youthful personality.
When it comes to her physical appearance, Nanna treats her fashion choices with care and dons only designer brand clothes. She prefers to wear lace and cotton when it comes to her clothes and she has a predilection for dresses. Her personal style could be described as a preppy gaudiness that draws everyone's attention. Anything that sparkles, Nanna loves, but her signature color is pink; anything that pops or draws the eye immediately, Nanna prefers, as well with a dash of sexiness. Nanna often wears expensive necklaces and earrings, but keeps her wrists and fingers bare. Her nails are always perfectly manicured with French tips and her makeup is more natural and light than heavy or gaudy. Nanna's hair is almost always down, with the occasional bun or braid here and there. Nanna always wears heels and will never be caught in anything flat - even her workout shoes have a little height in them.
When it comes to her physical appearance, Nanna treats her fashion choices with care and dons only designer brand clothes. She prefers to wear lace and cotton when it comes to her clothes and she has a predilection for dresses. Her personal style could be described as a preppy gaudiness that draws everyone's attention. Anything that sparkles, Nanna loves, but her signature color is pink; anything that pops or draws the eye immediately, Nanna prefers, as well with a dash of sexiness. Nanna often wears expensive necklaces and earrings, but keeps her wrists and fingers bare. Her nails are always perfectly manicured with French tips and her makeup is more natural and light than heavy or gaudy. Nanna's hair is almost always down, with the occasional bun or braid here and there. Nanna always wears heels and will never be caught in anything flat - even her workout shoes have a little height in them.
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|Personality|
What kind of person is your character? What are their motivations? How do they interact with people around them? Also include things like how they’ve changed ever since they’ve transitioned into mortal life. Have they gotten kinder? Meaner? Etc
Be sure to write in flaws! Absolutely no Mary Sues/Gary Stus
Be sure to write in flaws! Absolutely no Mary Sues/Gary Stus
|Family|
Baldr: Nanna's deceased husband; she really loved Baldr and saw him as the love and light of her life; when he died, she nearly died from grief
Forseti: A small dog that Nanna and Baldr got together; Nanna sees Forseti like a son and treats him as such, almost as if he is human; when they got Forseti, Nanna blessed the dog with immortality
Mistletoe: A munchkin cat that Nanna recently bought to keep her and Forseti company
Forseti: A small dog that Nanna and Baldr got together; Nanna sees Forseti like a son and treats him as such, almost as if he is human; when they got Forseti, Nanna blessed the dog with immortality
Mistletoe: A munchkin cat that Nanna recently bought to keep her and Forseti company
|Strengths|
- Passionate
- Genuine
- Smart
- Kind
- Ambitious
|Weaknesses|
- Vapid
- Naive
- Misses social cues
- Emotional
- Gullible
|Likes|
- Starbucks (especially pumpkin spice lattes)
- Designer clothes
- Fashion
- Shopping
- Sales
- Line dancing (Cha Cha Slide, Wobble, Cupid Shuffle)
- Leggings, yoga pants, and Victoria's Secret
- Social Media
|Dislikes
- At least 5
|History|
Obviously a gloss on what they’ve done in human history since coming into existence. Must include what they were known for, how they reacted to the agreement to give up their powers, and what they have done since as a pseudo-mortal.
|Opinion on Mortals|
What do they think about other mortals, who have no knowledge of the gods? What do they think about being one of them – sort of?
|Theme Song|
[url=link]Song – Artist[/url]
”A few lyrics here, please.”
”A few lyrics here, please.”
|Favorite Myth|
What's your favorite story from any mythology or religion. If you don't have one, any book will do!
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|Mortal Skills/Abilities|
What skills have they picked up that lie outside the realm of their godly abilities? Also, what residual effects do their powers have on mortals? Aphrodite being attractive, Apollo being a great guitar player and so on.
|Immortal Skills/Abilities|
While the deities begin to regain their powers, slowly, what is it that your character will be able to do/how can they influence the world in supernatural ways? Bear in mind these will be weakened forms to begin with. Eg. Zeus can’t reign down thunder and murder entire cities, but he can probably cast it at one person; Hermes can run at incredible speed, but not to the extent he could as a God...
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|Name|
The Morrígan
|Aliases|
Regan Macguire
Phantom Queen
Great Queen
Phantom Queen
Great Queen
|Gender|
Female
|Sexuality|
Bisexual - prefers women
|Relationship Status|
Single
|Pantheon|
Celtic
|Occupation|
Military. She works in the Air Force as a Colonel.
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|Godly Appearance|
Somehow, through time, the Morrígan’s appearance has been convoluted in legends as that of an old hag. Conversely, when the Morrígan was in the prime of her worship, she was noted for her beauty and luminescence. Her curly locks were as black as the darkest time of night with stark pink-white belladonna intertwined with strands. The ebony tresses swing around her breasts, seemingly silky and thick. She possesses no bangs and has a middle part, her hair falls like curtains on either side of her central face. Around her main head is a silver circlet with the chains embedded with tiny rubies that shimmer in the light, in the middle of her forehead is an oval, smooth blood diamond the size of a thumb with curling silver metal stemming away from the ruby. The silver designs are attached to a second chain that hangs down to the start of the bridge of her nose, decorated heavily with small rubies and diamonds. On both sides of the blood diamond are ruby-encrusted silver crows that face away, and are attached to the chain that swoops around her head and meets in the back. To add to her ethereal beauty, the Morrígan has pale skin that seems to shimmer in the moonlight and it stretches over a narrow, oval face with a sharp jaw and flat chin. Her nose is straight and long and her lips are downturned with rich ridges and a pointed cupid’s bow. Her round eyes are black and dull and seem to radiate an apathy that put off others.
However, the weirdest part of her appearance is undoubtedly the two extra heads that are placed to form a triangular form between the three. The head on the left has black feathers of a crow donning her cheeks and forehead as well as completely black eyes and black tinted lips. The head on the right was akin to a dog with large brown eyes and a black tinted nose and lips, as well as elongated canine teeth and a harsh, prominent brow. No jewelry is placed on these two heads and they do not talk, but are noted to see everything.
The Morrígan wears a beautiful black sheath dress that fits closely to the curves of her body, but has a straight skirt with a lack of a waist. The dress is ankle length and a weird, comfortable-appearing fabric, and has a low back that shows the beginning outward curve of her spine. However, the most important part of her dress is the schiffli lace overlay, with embroidered, floppy flowers; the overlay has a high-collar that ends at the top of her neck. It is floor length, with a court train that extends far behind her, and the schiffli lace covers her exposed back as well. Over her dress, the Morrígan wears a black feather shawl that ends at the tops of her shoulders. To secure the mantle, a silver chair clasps each end together over her chest. She carries a spear in her hand usually as well as a small ax.
However, the weirdest part of her appearance is undoubtedly the two extra heads that are placed to form a triangular form between the three. The head on the left has black feathers of a crow donning her cheeks and forehead as well as completely black eyes and black tinted lips. The head on the right was akin to a dog with large brown eyes and a black tinted nose and lips, as well as elongated canine teeth and a harsh, prominent brow. No jewelry is placed on these two heads and they do not talk, but are noted to see everything.
The Morrígan wears a beautiful black sheath dress that fits closely to the curves of her body, but has a straight skirt with a lack of a waist. The dress is ankle length and a weird, comfortable-appearing fabric, and has a low back that shows the beginning outward curve of her spine. However, the most important part of her dress is the schiffli lace overlay, with embroidered, floppy flowers; the overlay has a high-collar that ends at the top of her neck. It is floor length, with a court train that extends far behind her, and the schiffli lace covers her exposed back as well. Over her dress, the Morrígan wears a black feather shawl that ends at the tops of her shoulders. To secure the mantle, a silver chair clasps each end together over her chest. She carries a spear in her hand usually as well as a small ax.
|Earthly Appearance|
As a 5’6” human, the Morrígan had her hair parted to the right and the left side to her ear was shaved (not a complete full shave, though), with only a little bit of stubble left. However, she tends to hide it sometimes by combing her hair to that side. Instead of the silken and sleekness of her godly tresses, the Morrígan’s hair is seen as unkempt with a slight amount of grease and tangles. Long side-swept bangs have been added, curving around her temple and rejoining her hair and what was once ebony is now a blonde color. She has a diamond-shaped head with a strong jaw and a slightly-pointed chin. Her eyes are small and a light blue color and a dabble of brown by the pupil. They are almond shaped and shrewd-looking, giving her a sly appearance like a fox or a snake. Her nose is pert and pointed, but her nostrils are rather wide, making her nose look slightly disproportionate to the rest of her face. The Morrígan has thin, twisted lips, with the right side higher up than the left, and her cupid’s bow is narrow and undefined. While she is still pale compared to others, she is certainly more tan than she was before with a light pink-peach coloration that makes her look awkward when wearing yellow or other light colors. Her skin has been inked with tattoos, as well: on her left arm is an electric eel twisting around until the head ends at her shoulder, snarling; on her right shoulder is a rabid dog, frothing at the mouth; on her right thigh is a crow perched on a branch and a skull clasped in its talons; a large willow tree starts at the bottom of her back and leans towards the left, following the outline of the edge of her back, before the trunk stops at the top of her back and the branches begin to expand towards the right of her body; a bed of belladonna, skulls, and rubies start at the top of her hip on her side and extend down to the outside of her left thigh. When in military uniform, the Morrígan makes sure to conceal her tattoos as per protocol with long sleeves or her uniform.
The Morrígan prefers a boho-grunge look, liking to wear jean shorts with leggings or tights with heeled boots. She likes her shirts baggy and her jackets baggier. Sometimes she will wear a beanie, but not always. However, when alone, she will often walk around in her undergarments with a baggy shirt. The Morrígan hates wearing too much clothes and as such will wear as little as she can get away with. She doesn’t like to wear too much jewelry or makeup, preferring only eye makeup and a bracelet or ring here and there. Despite her lack of jewelry, she loves hats of all sorts and has a collection of them in her closet.
The Morrígan prefers a boho-grunge look, liking to wear jean shorts with leggings or tights with heeled boots. She likes her shirts baggy and her jackets baggier. Sometimes she will wear a beanie, but not always. However, when alone, she will often walk around in her undergarments with a baggy shirt. The Morrígan hates wearing too much clothes and as such will wear as little as she can get away with. She doesn’t like to wear too much jewelry or makeup, preferring only eye makeup and a bracelet or ring here and there. Despite her lack of jewelry, she loves hats of all sorts and has a collection of them in her closet.
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|Personality|
When she was a goddess, the Morrígan was often seen as a dark deity and someone to avoid. However, she showed prowess and loyalty on the battlefield as well as a harbinger for those she took pity on and warned them of their deaths. She was graceful and cold, like marble, but protective of her people, like a mother. The brunette had a strong maternal instinct and a hot-temper, but she was impulsive and quick to jump in front of the line of fire for even the lowliest human. Despite them not having the utmost faith in her, the Morrígan always placed her confidence in humanity. The Morrígan was a bit of a martyr as well, seeing sacrifice - especially her sacrifice - necessary for the greater good.
As a human, the Morrígan is a stark contrast to her goddess counterpart. Without the ability to protect those she cared for, the Morrígan became powerless and weak much like the humans she tried to shield. Not only that, but the carnage she experienced as a goddess carried over, but now she didn't have the psyche of a war deity to protect herself against the memories. As such, the Morrígan suffers from PTSD and can have flash backs when seeing violence; despite her being mentally unfit to serve, the Morrígan still insists in being in the military as it is all she knows. In order to cope with the violent things she had done and seen, the Morrígan became hedonistic and lost her self-control when it came to denying herself pleasure to drown out the bad. The Morrígan has especially taken to alcohol, accumulating quite the addiction, and an unhealthy obsession with nature noises when going to sleep. Her experience as being weak as a human has left her cynical and callous, no longer caring about the affairs of humans or the deaths of others - the only reason she still protects people is because she wants to cling to the last bit of normalcy from her last life. The Morrígan has adopted a nihilistic view on life, though she doesn't actively participate in the beliefs, she agrees that morals and such are just man-made lies, unnecessary to dwell on. She has come to believe that violence and inherit evilness is a part of human nature. When talking to others, she's crass and sarcastic, wielding words of acid, and thus comes off as uncharismatic and uncouth. She is also noted to be selfish and uncaring of others' problems. The Morrígan is able to turn on the manipulation when she needs to, and displays a cunning nature that allows her to lie and control through her teeth in order to meet her ends. In the face of hard times, the Morrígan is able to retain an objective point of view and stop emotions from clouding her judgement; however, she rarely even attempts to be objective or even attempt to fix problems.
The Morrígan is not without her good points. Despite her acerbic personality, she is rather playful and possesses a humor. She's self-indulgent and hates being serious, rather laughing and playing video games than try to stop the big bad guy. There is little that the Morrígan fears and she will face anything valiantly if needs be; in her life, she is loyal to those who are loyal to her and have earned her trust.
As a human, the Morrígan is a stark contrast to her goddess counterpart. Without the ability to protect those she cared for, the Morrígan became powerless and weak much like the humans she tried to shield. Not only that, but the carnage she experienced as a goddess carried over, but now she didn't have the psyche of a war deity to protect herself against the memories. As such, the Morrígan suffers from PTSD and can have flash backs when seeing violence; despite her being mentally unfit to serve, the Morrígan still insists in being in the military as it is all she knows. In order to cope with the violent things she had done and seen, the Morrígan became hedonistic and lost her self-control when it came to denying herself pleasure to drown out the bad. The Morrígan has especially taken to alcohol, accumulating quite the addiction, and an unhealthy obsession with nature noises when going to sleep. Her experience as being weak as a human has left her cynical and callous, no longer caring about the affairs of humans or the deaths of others - the only reason she still protects people is because she wants to cling to the last bit of normalcy from her last life. The Morrígan has adopted a nihilistic view on life, though she doesn't actively participate in the beliefs, she agrees that morals and such are just man-made lies, unnecessary to dwell on. She has come to believe that violence and inherit evilness is a part of human nature. When talking to others, she's crass and sarcastic, wielding words of acid, and thus comes off as uncharismatic and uncouth. She is also noted to be selfish and uncaring of others' problems. The Morrígan is able to turn on the manipulation when she needs to, and displays a cunning nature that allows her to lie and control through her teeth in order to meet her ends. In the face of hard times, the Morrígan is able to retain an objective point of view and stop emotions from clouding her judgement; however, she rarely even attempts to be objective or even attempt to fix problems.
The Morrígan is not without her good points. Despite her acerbic personality, she is rather playful and possesses a humor. She's self-indulgent and hates being serious, rather laughing and playing video games than try to stop the big bad guy. There is little that the Morrígan fears and she will face anything valiantly if needs be; in her life, she is loyal to those who are loyal to her and have earned her trust.
|Family|
Nemain: The Morrígan's older sister who loves the frenzy of war; they were close when they were deities, but after the Morrígan fell off the wagon, Nemain and her have been on bad terms
Macha: The Morrígan's younger sister who disappeared after the pantheon fell.
Badb Catha: The Morrígan's pet crow; Badb Catha is very intelligent and can even speak a few words herself; she is used partly as a delivery system as well; The Morrígan is very attached to Badb Catha and would probably kill someone if they harmed a feather on her
Macha: The Morrígan's younger sister who disappeared after the pantheon fell.
Badb Catha: The Morrígan's pet crow; Badb Catha is very intelligent and can even speak a few words herself; she is used partly as a delivery system as well; The Morrígan is very attached to Badb Catha and would probably kill someone if they harmed a feather on her
|Strengths|
- Cunning
- Brave
- Loyal
- Playful
- Objective
|Weaknesses|
- Callousness
- Hedonism
- Cynicism
- Selfish
- Alcoholism
|Likes|
- Camping
- Milk
- Crows
- Alcohol (Whiskey and Poitín in particular)
- Apples
- Shepherd's Pie
- Barmbrack
- Irish coffee
- Colors: Silver and red
- Sound of nature
- Hammocks
|Dislikes
- Sobriety
- Darkness
- Bears
- Sweet food
- Orange juice
- Strong smells
- Loud noises
- Sight of blood
|History|
War was the only thing the Morrígan knew, as a goddess and a human. During her golden years, if she perceived the slightest threat on her worshipers or her people, she would rush head first into battle, forcing the enemy’s hand. This gathered her a bad reputation among her people as a warmonger and an evil deity – they had even fashioned an evil sorceress named Morgan Le Fey after her. It hurt her to know that they hated her, but the Morrígan believed it was her duty to her people to accept the burden of their hatred in order to protect them.
During these years of hers, the Morrígan had committed atrocious acts as well as witness them; but as a goddess, she was able to rationalize and store the information as simple bad memories – not dealing with it eventually led to her having lasting PTSD as a human. Even though the Morrígan understood the horrible things she did and didn’t want to do them anymore, she initially refused to give up her godly powers as she saw them her only purpose in life. However, her sister, Nemain, eventually convinced her to give it up.
Now a human and dealing with PTSD, the Morrígan turned to alcoholism and the military in order to cope with her new life. Several times she had been to rehab in the past years – and she remembers hitting someone with her car once and then driving away, but the memory is hazy – as well as therapy because of her emotional outbursts. But instead of dealing with it, the Morrígan forced herself to lock her memories in an emotionless part of her and numb her mind with more booze.
The Morrígan, now under the name Regan, lived a small, unassuming life – first in Ireland and then relocated to the United States where she ended up being a Colonel in the Air Force. She didn’t bother with romance, though she did engage in one night stands here and there, and she made a couple of friends at work, though they weren’t particularly close or anything. Mostly her life has been sleeping in her apartment in her underwear with a beer case next to her.
During these years of hers, the Morrígan had committed atrocious acts as well as witness them; but as a goddess, she was able to rationalize and store the information as simple bad memories – not dealing with it eventually led to her having lasting PTSD as a human. Even though the Morrígan understood the horrible things she did and didn’t want to do them anymore, she initially refused to give up her godly powers as she saw them her only purpose in life. However, her sister, Nemain, eventually convinced her to give it up.
Now a human and dealing with PTSD, the Morrígan turned to alcoholism and the military in order to cope with her new life. Several times she had been to rehab in the past years – and she remembers hitting someone with her car once and then driving away, but the memory is hazy – as well as therapy because of her emotional outbursts. But instead of dealing with it, the Morrígan forced herself to lock her memories in an emotionless part of her and numb her mind with more booze.
The Morrígan, now under the name Regan, lived a small, unassuming life – first in Ireland and then relocated to the United States where she ended up being a Colonel in the Air Force. She didn’t bother with romance, though she did engage in one night stands here and there, and she made a couple of friends at work, though they weren’t particularly close or anything. Mostly her life has been sleeping in her apartment in her underwear with a beer case next to her.
|Opinion on Mortals|
As a goddess, the Morrígan saw humans as something precious to protect, a purpose for the wars in which she created, a purpose for her.
As a human, her value of humans has dropped drastically. She sees them as inherently evil creatures that were born to kill and destroy. Though, she doesn't think highly of herself, either. She believes it is in human nature to take and destroy.
As a human, her value of humans has dropped drastically. She sees them as inherently evil creatures that were born to kill and destroy. Though, she doesn't think highly of herself, either. She believes it is in human nature to take and destroy.
|Theme Song|
This is War – Thirty Seconds to Mars
"A warning to the people, the good and the evil
This is war
To the soldier, the civilian, the martyr, the victim
This is war
It's the moment of truth and the moment to lie
And the moment to live and the moment to die
The moment to fight, the moment to fight,
To fight, to fight, to fight”
"A warning to the people, the good and the evil
This is war
To the soldier, the civilian, the martyr, the victim
This is war
It's the moment of truth and the moment to lie
And the moment to live and the moment to die
The moment to fight, the moment to fight,
To fight, to fight, to fight”
|Favorite Myth|
Thor and Utgarda-Loki
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|Mortal Skills/Abilities|
As a human, the Morrígan still retains knowledge on militant strategy and prowess in combat. However, she has since learned how to use a gun and several martial arts. But, most importantly, the Morrígan has picked up several calming hobbies: bonsai tree cutting, art collecting, calligraphy, chess, and flower arranging. She's also quite good at mixing drinks.
|Immortal Skills/Abilities|
As a goddess of war, the Morrígan was able to instill people with fear or bravery when she saw fit, and this ability has begun to return to her.
However, abilities that she has no regained is her ability to shape shift nor her ability to see the future, control others' dreams, or act as a harbinger of death.
However, abilities that she has no regained is her ability to shape shift nor her ability to see the future, control others' dreams, or act as a harbinger of death.
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"Hm. Sounds like a you problem, not a we problem."
D I S C L A I M E R: The Morrigan may or may not have been intoxicated whilst talking about her fellow deities. As such, she cannot be held liable for anything she has said
Janus → James Alfero
"What you character will say out loud about this person here"
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Hades → Hadrian Pryde
"He's my beoir deartháir - my beer brother. My best drinking buddy - wish I had stayed near him, but America has angry drunks and I love angry drunks."
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Benzaiten → Amane Mikami
"Benzaiten? That ending part sounds like satan...coincidence? I think not. But no, I do not know anybody by the name Menaiton...what? Oh, Benzaiten."
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Aphrodite → Ellen Dove
"What you character will say out loud about this person here"
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Huitzilopochtli → Hewitt Danford
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Anubis → Andrew Jackley
"What you character will say out loud about this person here"
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Jormungand → Jordan Natter
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Maximón → Sebastian Morales
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Persephone → Kora Black
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Bastet → Sable Amasi
*uncontrollable laughter* "She's that-that" *hysterical sniggering* "that cat-lady goddess right? Oh God, I love her. Please, please, please, please, please - what was I gonna say? - oh, please, tell me that she's" *hiccuping* "all alone living with, like, four hundred cats with weird ass names like Mrs. Mewler or Captain Pancake - what the fuck does a pancake have to do with a cat?" *more laughing*
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Nemesis → June Fallon
"Anemanemansis! I fuggin' love her! She's like Christmas, but the opposite! Great taste in booze, too! Like this one time, this one time, sh-she brought me this alcohol-y thing and we, like, drank it and -" *reminiscent inebriated chuckles* "She's like Santa! But instead of presents, she brings alcohol!"
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Máni → Emmanuel Welch
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Nike → Nicole Harrow
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Jack Mercer
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Loki → Lawrence Lafferty
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Quetzalcoatl → Querido Castillo
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Sleipnir → Stephen Lord
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Fenrir → Wolfgang Reinhardt
"Ha, he goes by Wolfgang now, does'e? Mm, Fenrir was a fun time. Like my own personal free whore. So I guess that just makes him a helluva booty-call."
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Hel → Helena Hansen
"A big pain in the ass. Never met anyone so anal about everything. Some alcohol could do her good, really."
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Baron Samedi → Jean-François Salomon
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|Name|
Fenrir Lokison
|Alias(es)|
Wolfgang Reinhardt
Fenrisúlfr
Hróðvitnir
Vánagandr
Fenrisúlfr
Hróðvitnir
Vánagandr
|Gender|
Male
|Sexuality|
Bisexual
|Relationship Status|
Single
|Pantheon/Faith|
Norse
|Occupation|
High Class Dog Trainer...or at least that's what he does publicly; he's secretly a mule, smuggling contraband across borders (mostly weapons and drugs)
|Godly Appearance|
The demon wolf stands thousands of feet tall, his massive paws able to destroy trees with a swat and a single tooth longer than a man. Fenrir possesses coarse, shaggy brown and black hair that is tangled and mussed every which way. His jaw stretches to impossible lengths, his long elongated teeth connected with thick, frothy saliva. A long, squirming prehensile tongue lolls from his mouth, slobbering with a blood lust echoing in his beedy amber eyes. Miscellaneous organsims have begun to grow on his body, moss greening his teeth at the gums and mold began growing in the corners of his eyes. A huge halberd is pressed into his mouth, the point of the sword digging into a yellow, infected wound where insects and maggots crawl. The hilt of the sword is shoved into the softness of the roof of his mouth, surrounding by a black, painful bruising. Large, thick cobwebs have formed in his ears, with hundreds and thousands of spiders crawling around in their new, permanent home. Pure white bone barely peeks out from his fur, glimpses only seen through his rippling hair and seemingly bulky muscles. Spit and blood mix together, gathering in his mouth until it spills to the floor and his claws are jagged and rotting, holes eating away at the once sharp weapons. A thin stark red ribbon is wrapped tightly around his legs, tying them together, where he is forced to lay until free. The circulation has nearly been cut off by gleipnir, his ribbon-entrapment, and if anyone were to peer at the skin clinging to bone and exposed muscle beneath his fur, they would see a blue-grey hueness that rivals the dead half of Hel.
|Earthly Appearance|
Fenrir forsaked his monstrous wolf form for a more human one in order to fit into human society. He is most known for his curly hair that ends at the nape of his neck and is usually pushed back from his forehead - it tends to appear oily, no matter how much he washes it, and the grease tends to drive him crazy. He's considered handsome by most that he comes across, especially with his apathetic piercing eyes, sharp chin features with respectable cheekbones, and the perfect set of lips which are not too thick and not too thin. When amused, he has a tendency to smirk and furrow his eyebrows, causing a crease in his forehead, but adds to his enigmatic and dangerous allure. It is not so rare for him to fully laugh, and when he does, it reveals prominent two front teeth with a miniscule gap in between and a villianous-esque shape of his grin. He's of average height, standing at six feet, with a lean yet muscled body. He does have a bit of body hair on his chest and he tends to have stubble over his chin, remnants of his wolfish coat. Another example of evidence left after his fall from the Demon Wolf, is a scar on his tongue as well as slightly cracked nails. He has a tattoo on his shoulder, featuring a wolf staring at the viewer through the tears in his bicep flesh; one half of the wolves is white, and the other is black - the two wolves represent his two sons, Skoll and Hati, for which he is extremely loyal to.
When it comes to his clothes, Fenrir tends towards the badboy, "I couldn't care less" line. He enjoys wearing hoodies and leather jackets with t-shirts, sometimes with lower necklines, or plaid shirts, with simple jeans and boots. He does, however, wear his favorite brown fingerless gloves and several silver rings on his fingers. Due to having spent most of his human life in Ireland, Fenrir has an Irish accent that he is quite proud of and believes makes his prospective lovers swoon on their feet. He hates wearing heavy cologne, but will spritz a bit on here and there when he sees fit. It is often hard to tell what Fenrir is thinking, though his face isn't passive and expresses his emotions, it often appears rapidly and is hard to analyze as one emotion or the other.
When it comes to his clothes, Fenrir tends towards the badboy, "I couldn't care less" line. He enjoys wearing hoodies and leather jackets with t-shirts, sometimes with lower necklines, or plaid shirts, with simple jeans and boots. He does, however, wear his favorite brown fingerless gloves and several silver rings on his fingers. Due to having spent most of his human life in Ireland, Fenrir has an Irish accent that he is quite proud of and believes makes his prospective lovers swoon on their feet. He hates wearing heavy cologne, but will spritz a bit on here and there when he sees fit. It is often hard to tell what Fenrir is thinking, though his face isn't passive and expresses his emotions, it often appears rapidly and is hard to analyze as one emotion or the other.
|Personality|
Fenrir is incredibly hot-headed and has a tendency to destroy things when mad. His ire is easily evoked and he tends to hold a mean grudge. He especially holds a grudge towards the Nordic gods due to them locking him up – and biting off a guy’s hand isn’t enough retribution for him. He isn’t the type that goes seeking for revenge, but if an opportunity appears, he would take it in a heartbeat, no matter the cost. His years of loneliness have left him bitter and perpetually angry inside, though he often hides it with a laidback attitude and snarky comments. Because of his harsh treatment, Fenrir can often be apathetically cruel and ruthless – he will do anything in order to get what he wants, being rather determined, and he is exceptionally petty. From his outermost layer to his innermost core, Fenrir is a criminal – if there’s a law about it, he most likely committed it (excluding bestiality and incest; though he has tried cannibalism, but it wasn’t quite his thing) – and rather lacks any morals. Not only is he a criminal, he is a heartbreaker as well; Fenrir has problems with commitment, whether it’s his fear of being betrayed once again, or his preference to not being tied down figuratively like he was once physically, is unknown. Though he does quite like sex and happens to have one-night stands habitually and constantly. His flirtatiousness and bad boy charm makes it relatively easy for him, too. Guys and girls just can’t resist him, it seems. Despite his rather strained relationship with his father, Fenrir is family-oriented and tries his best to protect them to the best of his ability, even if it means staying away as to not involve them in his criminal activity. However, though he’s extremely loyal to them, Fenrir does value himself overall and might use them here and there if he sees no other way around it. He doesn’t believe in heroics, but he does believe in sacrifice in order to protect your children, and Fenrir would do anything for his two sons, even if it means standing idly by as they live their immortal lives as common mutts.
Fenrir is unbelievably curious and believes in trying everything once. As such, he is rather adventurous and has an exhilarating, living-on-the-edge lifestyle that often attracts others to him – though not for a very long time, as if he stays with them, they typically leave him after a couple of weeks due to the recklessness that comes along with it. When with his current special someone, Fenrir has the ability to make them feel special, like precious diamonds, and like no other person in the world. Whether it’s from his carefully chosen compliments or his abandonment of his common bed-rule, people flock to him if only to have that above-the-world feeling. Though he sleeps around a lot, he would never treat his lover wrong, and is quite the gentleman and romantic; he always treats week-longs with nice, expensive dinners and one-nights with sweet candles and rose petals.
Fenrir is unbelievably curious and believes in trying everything once. As such, he is rather adventurous and has an exhilarating, living-on-the-edge lifestyle that often attracts others to him – though not for a very long time, as if he stays with them, they typically leave him after a couple of weeks due to the recklessness that comes along with it. When with his current special someone, Fenrir has the ability to make them feel special, like precious diamonds, and like no other person in the world. Whether it’s from his carefully chosen compliments or his abandonment of his common bed-rule, people flock to him if only to have that above-the-world feeling. Though he sleeps around a lot, he would never treat his lover wrong, and is quite the gentleman and romantic; he always treats week-longs with nice, expensive dinners and one-nights with sweet candles and rose petals.
|Family|
Hati - Fenrir's eldest son. He chased after the moon god, Mani, for most of his life; whenever he almost caught him, the Shinto moon god cut off his left hand. When it was time to give up their powers, Hati chose to remain as a wolf and Fenrir now takes care of him as his wolfdog. Because he is a regular dog rather than a god, he doesn't remember his life as a god or he doesn't possess the high order thinking that he had before.
Skoll - Skoll is Fenrir's second son. He used to chase Sol until Fenrir supposedly ate her; when it was time to give up their godly abilities, Skoll chose to remain as a canine to be with his brother and protect him now that he was missing a limb. Because he is a wolfdog now, Fenrir takes care of him at his house and pretends that he is his pet when mortal are around. Due to his lack of high order thinking, he doesn't remember his life as a dog which, in turn, has a horrible effect on Fenrir, who is distraught at seeing his sons like common mutts.
Loki - Fenrir's father. Fenrir is angry with his father and claims to hate him passionately because he never did anything to save him whenever he was tied up. However, he doesn't want to confront his father in fear of disrupting and breaking the family, and so he tends to avoid Loki and, when he does meet him, keep the interaction brief.
Sleipnir - Fenrir's older brother. Fenrir and him have a slightly tense, neutral relationship due to Sleipnir being the personal pet of Odin. Fenrir believes that it was degrading and is disgusting that Sleipnir subjected himself to such things. However, Fenrir doesn't typically voice this opinion unless he is incredibly mad at or frustrated with Sleipnir. Not only this, but his allegiance - whether it be reluctant or not - to Odin enrages Fenrir because of Odin's destruction of the family.
Hel - Fenrir's older sister. They do not typically talk as Fenrir's afraid of getting her and her family involved in his criminal activities. However, his worries typically don't stop him from coming to visit her whenever he needs something (working at a funeral home makes it convenient for her to hide bodies for him) and her loyalty to the family usually resolves in her reluctantly doing it.
Jormungand - Fenrir's older brother. They're on fine terms, visiting each other here and then - he's an underwater photographer now. Jormungand sort of knows that Fenrir is up to something, as Fenrir isn't exactly trying to hide it, but he rather his brother not know the specifics
Skoll - Skoll is Fenrir's second son. He used to chase Sol until Fenrir supposedly ate her; when it was time to give up their godly abilities, Skoll chose to remain as a canine to be with his brother and protect him now that he was missing a limb. Because he is a wolfdog now, Fenrir takes care of him at his house and pretends that he is his pet when mortal are around. Due to his lack of high order thinking, he doesn't remember his life as a dog which, in turn, has a horrible effect on Fenrir, who is distraught at seeing his sons like common mutts.
Loki - Fenrir's father. Fenrir is angry with his father and claims to hate him passionately because he never did anything to save him whenever he was tied up. However, he doesn't want to confront his father in fear of disrupting and breaking the family, and so he tends to avoid Loki and, when he does meet him, keep the interaction brief.
Sleipnir - Fenrir's older brother. Fenrir and him have a slightly tense, neutral relationship due to Sleipnir being the personal pet of Odin. Fenrir believes that it was degrading and is disgusting that Sleipnir subjected himself to such things. However, Fenrir doesn't typically voice this opinion unless he is incredibly mad at or frustrated with Sleipnir. Not only this, but his allegiance - whether it be reluctant or not - to Odin enrages Fenrir because of Odin's destruction of the family.
Hel - Fenrir's older sister. They do not typically talk as Fenrir's afraid of getting her and her family involved in his criminal activities. However, his worries typically don't stop him from coming to visit her whenever he needs something (working at a funeral home makes it convenient for her to hide bodies for him) and her loyalty to the family usually resolves in her reluctantly doing it.
Jormungand - Fenrir's older brother. They're on fine terms, visiting each other here and then - he's an underwater photographer now. Jormungand sort of knows that Fenrir is up to something, as Fenrir isn't exactly trying to hide it, but he rather his brother not know the specifics
|Strengths|
- Sensuality and romanticism
- Adventurous
- Loyal
- Charming
- Family-oriented
|Weaknesses|
- Immoral
- Hot-headed
- Reckless
- Commitment issues
- Cruel
|Likes|
- Dogs
- Peanut Butter
- Boxing and martial arts
- Traveling
- Southern Sweet Tea
|Dislikes
- Cats
- Strong smells
- Coffee
- Dark Chocolate
- Staying still
|History|
Fenrir was born to Loki and the giantess Angrboda. However, when he was just a boy, Odin received a prophecy that Fenrir would kill him in Ragnarok. Not wanting to die, Odin confined Fenrir into a cell in Asgard, where he was kept from the light of day. The only person willing to feed him was Tyr, who pitied the wolf, and during the time, Fenrir even began to trust Tyr. However, Fenrir was growing too fast too quickly and Odin decided that he could no longer keep him in Asgard. They brought him to the forest in which they tested out many chains in order to hold him – Tyr lied to Fenrir, telling him it was a testament of his strength, and because he was his friend, Fenrir believed him. Every chain they brought to him, Fenrir broke, until Odin called to the dwarfs and asked them to make him a chain strong enough to hold Fenrir. The dwarfs made a small ribbon out of impossible ingredients (the sound of a cat’s footsteps, the beard of a woman, the roots of stones, the breath of a fish, the spittle of a bird) and thus would be impossible to break. Fenrir became suspicious when Tyr presented him with the small, light Gleipnir, as it has been named, and suspected that Tyr was betraying him. So, he declared that the only way that he would place Gleipnir on his wrists was if one of the gods placed his hand in Fenrir’s mouth as a sign of good faith. No one agreed, knowing that they would lose their hands, until Tyr finally volunteered his hand. He placed it between the jaws of Fenrir (who was only the size of a horse at that moment) as they bound Fenrir’s legs together, making it nearly impossible for him to stand. Fenrir tried with all his might to break Gleipnir, but he couldn’t, and when he ordered Tyr to release him and he refused, Fenrir ripped Tyr’s hand off, swallowing the hand so it could never be reattached. Tyr was rushed away and to the goddess of healing, and he never returned to see Fenrir again. Out of anger, the gods placed a sword in his mouth, forcing his jaw to stretch impossibly and his tongue to forever be cut. And then they left him to rot.
Fenrir lived centuries alone in the forest, and only received food when the gods were feeling particularly giving (and when they were they were feeling even more so charitable, they came to bring a bigger and sharper sword to place in his mouth). Lonely, Fenrir became bitter with the gods – and especially his father, who he had expected to come save him. To make matters worse, Fenrir was still growing – soon, Gleipnir began to cut off his circulation, and mold and moss began to grow on him. The open cut on his tongue became infested and infected and the roof of his mouth horribly bruised, perhaps even with some internal bleeding. He was in pain constantly, and many times he wished he could have killed himself, but there was no possible way that he could have. He felt betrayed by everybody he loved – no one was coming to save him. Why weren’t they coming to save him? - and anger possessed his being, boiling inside of him.
When he was finally able to break Gleipnir, Fenrir was in a delirious state. He killed everything he saw – carnage of animals appeared left and right – and, unfortunately, his eyes laid on Sol. He attacked her in a feverish rampage and almost even attacked his son, though he was finally able to snap out of it. When he did snap out, Sol was gone – maybe she fell. He couldn’t remember any of the events that had transpired, but when his son told him that he had killed the Sun goddess, he couldn’t find himself to particularly care. Instead, he left, going searching for Odin. However, when he arrived, he found himself out matched. Before Odin dealt the killing blow, Sleipnir stepped in and stopped Odin. Fenrir has been angry at Sleipnir for stopping Odin, wishing that Odin would have just killed him right then and there, believing that there could only be Odin or Fenrir.
When it came time to give up his powers, Fenrir was reluctant to give away his powers, but ultimately decided to do so in order to start anew. When his sons decided to remain as sons, Fenrir was heartbroken and distraught at having to see his sons as mindless beasts, but he ultimately promised them he would take care of them with the best of his abilities. Living as a mortal came naturally to him – he started out as a hunter, and even had jobs such as being a boxer and a martial artist, but throughout his life on earth, he had always been a criminal. He lived mostly in Ireland, but he hated settling in one place, and would often move to a bunch of other places; he is currently residing in Ireland again and is a dog trainer on the side of his criminal business.
Fenrir lived centuries alone in the forest, and only received food when the gods were feeling particularly giving (and when they were they were feeling even more so charitable, they came to bring a bigger and sharper sword to place in his mouth). Lonely, Fenrir became bitter with the gods – and especially his father, who he had expected to come save him. To make matters worse, Fenrir was still growing – soon, Gleipnir began to cut off his circulation, and mold and moss began to grow on him. The open cut on his tongue became infested and infected and the roof of his mouth horribly bruised, perhaps even with some internal bleeding. He was in pain constantly, and many times he wished he could have killed himself, but there was no possible way that he could have. He felt betrayed by everybody he loved – no one was coming to save him. Why weren’t they coming to save him? - and anger possessed his being, boiling inside of him.
When he was finally able to break Gleipnir, Fenrir was in a delirious state. He killed everything he saw – carnage of animals appeared left and right – and, unfortunately, his eyes laid on Sol. He attacked her in a feverish rampage and almost even attacked his son, though he was finally able to snap out of it. When he did snap out, Sol was gone – maybe she fell. He couldn’t remember any of the events that had transpired, but when his son told him that he had killed the Sun goddess, he couldn’t find himself to particularly care. Instead, he left, going searching for Odin. However, when he arrived, he found himself out matched. Before Odin dealt the killing blow, Sleipnir stepped in and stopped Odin. Fenrir has been angry at Sleipnir for stopping Odin, wishing that Odin would have just killed him right then and there, believing that there could only be Odin or Fenrir.
When it came time to give up his powers, Fenrir was reluctant to give away his powers, but ultimately decided to do so in order to start anew. When his sons decided to remain as sons, Fenrir was heartbroken and distraught at having to see his sons as mindless beasts, but he ultimately promised them he would take care of them with the best of his abilities. Living as a mortal came naturally to him – he started out as a hunter, and even had jobs such as being a boxer and a martial artist, but throughout his life on earth, he had always been a criminal. He lived mostly in Ireland, but he hated settling in one place, and would often move to a bunch of other places; he is currently residing in Ireland again and is a dog trainer on the side of his criminal business.
|Opinion on Mortals|
Fenrir adores mortals - he finds them refreshing and honest, hardworking, good people. He loves their presence, especially over the gods, and finds living the life of a mortal as exhilarating. He believes in the capabilities of mortals and of the mortal world and supports their endeavors. However, he would never sacrifice his life for them.
|Theme Song|
Novocaine – Fall Out Boy
"This is a black, black ski mask song
So put all of your anger on
In the truly gruesome do we trust
I will always land on you like a sucker punch
Singing I am your worst, I am your worst nightmare
I am your worst, I am your worst nightmare
If you knew, knew what the bluebirds sang at you,
You would never sing along
Cast them out cause this is our culture
These new flocks are nothing but vultures
Because they took our love and they filled it up
Filled it up with Novocaine and now I’m just numb
Now I’m just numb
And don't mind me, I’m just a son of a gun
So don’t stop, don’t stop until your heart goes numb
Now I’m just numb
I don’t feel a thing for you”
"This is a black, black ski mask song
So put all of your anger on
In the truly gruesome do we trust
I will always land on you like a sucker punch
Singing I am your worst, I am your worst nightmare
I am your worst, I am your worst nightmare
If you knew, knew what the bluebirds sang at you,
You would never sing along
Cast them out cause this is our culture
These new flocks are nothing but vultures
Because they took our love and they filled it up
Filled it up with Novocaine and now I’m just numb
Now I’m just numb
And don't mind me, I’m just a son of a gun
So don’t stop, don’t stop until your heart goes numb
Now I’m just numb
I don’t feel a thing for you”
|Favorite Myth|
Thor crossdressing to get Mjolnir back
|Mortal Skills/Abilities|
Now living as a mortal, Fenrir only has a residue of his heightened senses left and a little bit of tracking knowledge. Even now, though, his senses can't even rival that of a dog and his hunting might even be worst than normal human hunters. Despite this, though, he has become an amazing liar and can track down any human through technological means as well as an expert gunman and collector, with an added bartering skill. He can cook a mean meal, too.
|Immortal Skills/Abilities|
As an oversized wolf, Fenrir had ungodly strength, able to crush bones with a simple press of his nail, and destroy mountains with a simple pounce. The only thing that could hold him down was Gleipnir, a ribbon fashioned by the dwarfs out of six nearly impossible ingredients. His senses were heightened to the point in which he could see smells and taste scents; every person that he came across, he would instantly memorize their smell forever and could find them, no matter where they went. He was an excellent tracker and hunter and loved the thrill of the hunt. His speed was hilariously fast for such an ginormous thing - though he was nowhere as fast as other gods, he could give normal, or even abnormal wolves, a run for their money.
|Name|
Hel Lokisdottir
|Alias(es)|
Helena Hansen
|Gender|
Female
|Sexuality|
Demisexual
|Relationship Status|
Married, in the process of divorcing
|Pantheon/Faith|
Norse
|Occupation|
Owner of Hansen's Funeral Home as well as head funeral director there
|Godly Appearance|
As the goddess of the underworld, Hel was most known for her coldness. Not a cold personality, but a cold appearance of gaunt beauty withering away. The only thing that softened her weary appearance was her attractive smile. While it wasn't the most wide, it was a subtle, graceful smile that had a way of making eyes look soulful and empathetic. Her hair was the next more notable; it was a thick nest of flouncing, glossy brown curls that fell to her waist. She usually kept it twisted into a half-updo with stray curls framing her face; long, diamond-encrusted barrettes followed the length and curve of the semi-French braided locks. Hel was tall and slim, with not much curves to boast for, but a quiet, commanding elegance that brought attention to her whenever she walked in. Her skin was a sickly white, with every dip and nook enhanced with prominent shadows, making her face appear gaunt and deprived. Her eyes were a light, sky blue, that seemed to have such a profound depth that one could swim in them. Hel's makeup was kept simple: a dark red lipstick applied aptly to every curve of her lips, enhancing the thickness; her eyes were shadowed with brown and thick, black eyelashes made her small eyes appear bigger. However, this wasn't what disgusted her patrons or fellow gods and made her a pariah to be avoided. Half of her body was composed of dying, stretching skin with thick, post-mortem wrinkles. The lid of her eye was missing and the full, glassy white orb could be seen portruding from the round eye socket. Her arm was skeletal and skinny, mere flesh clinging to bone with no muscle in between and blue veins pulsed visibly up and down her arm.
To distract from her ugly half, Hel often wore an Empire, layered dress that was floor length and accentuated her graceful, slim body. The sleeves were connected to the dress, as if to appear as a shawl, with a slit from her underarm all the way down; the sleeves fell into the length of the dress. The boat neck emphasized her height and the thinness of her neck. The most impressive aspect of her peach-tan dress was the sown-in diamonds that clustered around the top gradually lessening as they travelled downwards; pure gold lace was embroidered in streaming lines to add depth to the dress. Hel hated to wear shoes, and instead wore lacy embroidery on her feet, secured with silk ribbons.
To distract from her ugly half, Hel often wore an Empire, layered dress that was floor length and accentuated her graceful, slim body. The sleeves were connected to the dress, as if to appear as a shawl, with a slit from her underarm all the way down; the sleeves fell into the length of the dress. The boat neck emphasized her height and the thinness of her neck. The most impressive aspect of her peach-tan dress was the sown-in diamonds that clustered around the top gradually lessening as they travelled downwards; pure gold lace was embroidered in streaming lines to add depth to the dress. Hel hated to wear shoes, and instead wore lacy embroidery on her feet, secured with silk ribbons.
|Earthly Appearance|
Living as a goddess, Hel was known for her ugliness which has left her very insecure. Now, as a mortal, the dead half of her body had been removed in order for her to blend more into the world. But that wasn’t enough for her – Hel has gone under much plastic surgery in order to appear as beautiful as she is now. She has gotten surgery on her eyes, to make them appear wider, as well as a nose job to look more refined. Her lips have mostly been untouched, though she has gotten a chin implant to make her face look more feminine that it was previously. She has received liposuction multiple times and has work done on her breasts – though she will never admit it – to make them appear more full (not so much big, but round). She had plans to get rid of the bags that appear under her eyes a lot, but unfortunately had to cancel in order to finish some business with Fenrir. She cut her once long hair and uses a lot of hair products in order to keep it flouncy and alive rather than flat and she gets a perm every now and then due to it not maintaining the beautiful curls it had when she was a goddess. She typically spends hundreds of dollars at the spa every Sunday while her kids are at the babysitter’s.
Hel takes careful attendance to her makeup, usually placing a lot on her skin, but has become such an expert at making it appear completely natural on her body. Every morning and night she performs a skin regiment in order to make her skin silky and perfect rather than the dead and wrinkled skin she is terrified of possessing again. She wears fake eyelashes all the time and will never be caught without being made up entirely. Her choice of style can be called as sophisticated and elegant, choosing to wear clothes that seem professional and modest, but flattering and attractive. Hel only wears clothes and makeup healthy for the skin and always takes care of her body. She habitually works out in order to keep her body toned and she is on a strict diet – she only allows herself to eat chocolate every now and then. She does not drink at all because of the damage it does to liver and because she doesn’t want to look prematurely aged. She avoids medication as much as she can, too, because she doesn’t want any bad side effects to take place physically – though she does take vitamins. Hel has a hard time sleeping which would show in bags under her eyes, if she did not hide it.
Hel takes careful attendance to her makeup, usually placing a lot on her skin, but has become such an expert at making it appear completely natural on her body. Every morning and night she performs a skin regiment in order to make her skin silky and perfect rather than the dead and wrinkled skin she is terrified of possessing again. She wears fake eyelashes all the time and will never be caught without being made up entirely. Her choice of style can be called as sophisticated and elegant, choosing to wear clothes that seem professional and modest, but flattering and attractive. Hel only wears clothes and makeup healthy for the skin and always takes care of her body. She habitually works out in order to keep her body toned and she is on a strict diet – she only allows herself to eat chocolate every now and then. She does not drink at all because of the damage it does to liver and because she doesn’t want to look prematurely aged. She avoids medication as much as she can, too, because she doesn’t want any bad side effects to take place physically – though she does take vitamins. Hel has a hard time sleeping which would show in bags under her eyes, if she did not hide it.
|Personality|
Living as one of the, if not the, ugliest deity in the Nordic pantheon, Hel has developed a severe insecurity of her appearance and a fear of becoming old and getting wrinkles (despite being immortal). It has gone so far that she has developed an addiction to plastic surgery and is obsessed with her physical image. However, her physical appearance is not her only obsession, as Hel gets obsessed easily – whether it be with a man or a song – and tends to focus on that one thing for years at a time. Currently, Hel is obsessed with the idea of a family, leading to her adopting an excessive amount of children (three) in the span of six months. Her maternal personality may also add to this obsession of hers because of her kind heart when it comes to the young and frail. But when it comes to wrongdoers and douchebags, Hel can be extremely ruthless and callous when dealing with their fate. Outwardly, Hel appears calm and collected and can be eloquent and clear-headed. She seems like the perfect ruler of the underworld, objective and fair to those who cross her threshold. She believes in justice, but her idea of justice is quite skewed – she believes in the idea of an eye for an eye, a hand for a hand, a life for a life. Though she can be hypocritical considering her and her family’s misdeeds. As such, Hel can be pretentious, believing herself above the law because of her importance as a goddess and a handler of death. She can come off as aloof and detached, even when she is very much attached to the subject at hand, and she has a strict, businesslike personality.
Hel can be quite protective of her loved ones, even bordering on possessive, and gets jealous easily. She is often paranoid of her lovers, believing them to be cheating on her because of her insecurity (though she was not wrong in her husband’s case). However, her fatal flaw is her envy of other women’s things, such as riches or love, but most especially their beauty. When she is like this, or having to deal with something carefully, Hel can be manipulative and uses her cleverness to succeed (an apt example would be her deal with Frigga in order to resurrect Baldr). Nevertheless, Hel does have a sense of humor – albeit morbid and inappropriate – and can is exceptionally responsible. Hel is remarkably observant when it comes to people’s intentions, though she can be tricked when it comes to love because of her already inset paranoia, and is faithful to whoever she is currently committed to.
Hel can be quite protective of her loved ones, even bordering on possessive, and gets jealous easily. She is often paranoid of her lovers, believing them to be cheating on her because of her insecurity (though she was not wrong in her husband’s case). However, her fatal flaw is her envy of other women’s things, such as riches or love, but most especially their beauty. When she is like this, or having to deal with something carefully, Hel can be manipulative and uses her cleverness to succeed (an apt example would be her deal with Frigga in order to resurrect Baldr). Nevertheless, Hel does have a sense of humor – albeit morbid and inappropriate – and can is exceptionally responsible. Hel is remarkably observant when it comes to people’s intentions, though she can be tricked when it comes to love because of her already inset paranoia, and is faithful to whoever she is currently committed to.
|Family|
Mistletoe - Hel's loyal pet owl. He is addicted to nesquik and likes to steal sponges from the neighbors.
Loki - Hel's father. She emulates her father and idolizes him because of his loyalty to the family and his mischief towards the other gods. However, she is able to admit that her father has made mistakes in his lifetime, some irreversible.
Sleipnir - Hel's older half-brother. Despite him only being her half-brother, Hel treats him just as well as she treats her other brothers. She pitied him as the mount of Odin and makes it a point of keeping Fenrir in line if there is ever a fight. Hel hasn't talked to Sleipnir in a while, having been preoccupied with her own problems.
Jormungand - Jormungand - Hel's younger brother. While she is not particularly close to him, she is extremely protective of him. She sees him as the weakest link among the family and thinks it is her duty as his older sister to protect him. Of course, in recent years, she's been rather lacking and hasn't spent too much time with him.
Fenrir - Hel's youngest brother. Hel is closest to Fenrir, though it isn't by choice. His criminal activity worries her and she has warned him to not involve her in any of it, though every now and then he'll convince her to let him hide a body in her cemetery. They have become close because of his visits every now and then.
Kent Hansen - Hel's husband. They are currently in the process of divorcing after she discovered he was cheating on her with his secretary, Miranda (a twenty-one year old blonde who flunked out of college and had a failing modelling career). Hel has been assured that she will be receiving everything because of the evidence of his adultery and she plans to rob him of everything he has, even his visiting rights of the children, if she can.
Lacy - Lacy is Hel's biological nine year old daughter, whose father is Kent Hansen. She has an obsession with origami and owls. She is very close to her mother, but not very close to her father, and her mother affectionately calls her Birdie.
Eden - Eden is Hel's adopted four month old baby girl. Ezra is her younger twin brother. Hel started the adoption process when Eden was just a couple of weeks old; however, it looked as if she wouldn't receive Eden and so she sought out a pregnant woman whose recent surrogacy plan fell through.
Ezra - Ezra is Hel's adopted four month old baby boy. He is the younger twin brother of Eden. Hel started the adoption process when Ezra was just a couple of weeks old; however, it looked as if she wouldn't receive Ezra and so she sought out a pregnant woman whose recent surrogacy plan fell through.
Oakley - Oakley is Hel's adopted month old son. When Hel was afraid that she would not be able to have Eden, Hel found Oakley's mother who was a surrogate that fell through after the couple got a divorce and she was left with the baby.
Loki - Hel's father. She emulates her father and idolizes him because of his loyalty to the family and his mischief towards the other gods. However, she is able to admit that her father has made mistakes in his lifetime, some irreversible.
Sleipnir - Hel's older half-brother. Despite him only being her half-brother, Hel treats him just as well as she treats her other brothers. She pitied him as the mount of Odin and makes it a point of keeping Fenrir in line if there is ever a fight. Hel hasn't talked to Sleipnir in a while, having been preoccupied with her own problems.
Jormungand - Jormungand - Hel's younger brother. While she is not particularly close to him, she is extremely protective of him. She sees him as the weakest link among the family and thinks it is her duty as his older sister to protect him. Of course, in recent years, she's been rather lacking and hasn't spent too much time with him.
Fenrir - Hel's youngest brother. Hel is closest to Fenrir, though it isn't by choice. His criminal activity worries her and she has warned him to not involve her in any of it, though every now and then he'll convince her to let him hide a body in her cemetery. They have become close because of his visits every now and then.
Kent Hansen - Hel's husband. They are currently in the process of divorcing after she discovered he was cheating on her with his secretary, Miranda (a twenty-one year old blonde who flunked out of college and had a failing modelling career). Hel has been assured that she will be receiving everything because of the evidence of his adultery and she plans to rob him of everything he has, even his visiting rights of the children, if she can.
Lacy - Lacy is Hel's biological nine year old daughter, whose father is Kent Hansen. She has an obsession with origami and owls. She is very close to her mother, but not very close to her father, and her mother affectionately calls her Birdie.
Eden - Eden is Hel's adopted four month old baby girl. Ezra is her younger twin brother. Hel started the adoption process when Eden was just a couple of weeks old; however, it looked as if she wouldn't receive Eden and so she sought out a pregnant woman whose recent surrogacy plan fell through.
Ezra - Ezra is Hel's adopted four month old baby boy. He is the younger twin brother of Eden. Hel started the adoption process when Ezra was just a couple of weeks old; however, it looked as if she wouldn't receive Ezra and so she sought out a pregnant woman whose recent surrogacy plan fell through.
Oakley - Oakley is Hel's adopted month old son. When Hel was afraid that she would not be able to have Eden, Hel found Oakley's mother who was a surrogate that fell through after the couple got a divorce and she was left with the baby.
|Strengths|
- Cleverness
- Eloquence
- Maternal instinct
- Observant
- Clear-headed
|Weaknesses|
- Paranoid
- Possesive
- Obsessive
- Jealous/Envious
- Insecure
- Inappropriately morbid humor
|Likes|
- Dark chocolate
- Clocks (she collects them)
- Coffee
- Family
- Plastic surgery
- Art
|Dislikes
- Ugliness
- Musicals
- Alcohol
- Smokers
- Wrinkles
|History|
Not much can be said about Hel’s life. As a goddess, she was incredibly ugly, dejected, and lonely. She spent most of her time in the cold Helheim with no one to keep her company except for the souls of the dead. However, she did get her kicks every now and then when a god came to beg her to bring someone or other back to live – one of her favorite times is when Frigga came to visit for Baldr and Hel had her laugh over making a nearly impossible and ridiculous deal (she even named her owl after the whole affair). She yearned to see her family often, but she really only got visits from her father, Loki, every now and then as her brothers were pretty occupied in their own exiled life. Hel gladly gave up her life as a goddess in hopes of starting anew, with a fresh, beautiful face.
She had her first plastic surgery in 2006 and has been addicted to plastic surgery ever since; but she has pretty good doctors, and so she doesn’t worry about coming out looking like one of those failed surgery-women. She settled in France where she became a lowly mortician assistant to a man named Hector Hansen. During a Christmas Party, though, she met his multi-millionaire son who made his money off of a big company, and fell in love. They married a year or two after dating and started a life together. They even had a daughter, named Lacy, and had an adoption going through. However, their marital journey was cut short when Hel walked in on his secretary on her knees in his office. Hel could stand much, but adultery was not one of them, and so she drew up divorced papers and hired the best divorce lawyer money could buy – she plans to rob him and get full custody of her new three babies and Lacy.
She had her first plastic surgery in 2006 and has been addicted to plastic surgery ever since; but she has pretty good doctors, and so she doesn’t worry about coming out looking like one of those failed surgery-women. She settled in France where she became a lowly mortician assistant to a man named Hector Hansen. During a Christmas Party, though, she met his multi-millionaire son who made his money off of a big company, and fell in love. They married a year or two after dating and started a life together. They even had a daughter, named Lacy, and had an adoption going through. However, their marital journey was cut short when Hel walked in on his secretary on her knees in his office. Hel could stand much, but adultery was not one of them, and so she drew up divorced papers and hired the best divorce lawyer money could buy – she plans to rob him and get full custody of her new three babies and Lacy.
|Opinion on Mortals|
She's neutral to them. She owes no allegiance to her fellow gods or to the humans. She believes that, like the deities, humans have the capability to do good and to do evil and believes that wrong is wrong, no matter if you are a god or a human. (Ironically, considering the family she comes from and the secret murdered bodies in her cemetery.)
|Theme Song|
Young and Beautiful – Lana Del Rey
"I've seen the world
Done it all
Had my cake now
Diamonds, brilliant
And Bel Air now
Hot summer nights, mid July
When you and I were forever wild
The crazy days, city lights
The way you'd play with me like a child
Will you still love me
When I'm no longer young and beautiful?
Will you still love me
When I got nothing but my aching soul?
I know you will, I know you will
I know that you will
Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful?”
"I've seen the world
Done it all
Had my cake now
Diamonds, brilliant
And Bel Air now
Hot summer nights, mid July
When you and I were forever wild
The crazy days, city lights
The way you'd play with me like a child
Will you still love me
When I'm no longer young and beautiful?
Will you still love me
When I got nothing but my aching soul?
I know you will, I know you will
I know that you will
Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful?”
|Favorite Myth|
Baldr and the Mistletoe
|Mortal Skills/Abilities|
The only skill that has been carried over to her everyday life is her intimate knowledge of the human anatomy. Nowadays, she makes her living putting makeup on dead people - quite well, mind you - and selling coffins to fragile-minded people. She's a rather good saleswoman, too. Though she has become an excellent fashionista as well as an art-collector and has apt knowledge in the history of art and fashion throughout the ages (especially because she lived through some of it).
|Immortal Skills/Abilities|
Hel will regain her ability to know how someone is going to die, though it is always subject to change depending on how they change their path in life, and she will never know when or the circumstances surrounding it.
As a death goddess, Hel always instinctively knew when someone has died and their identity. She had the ability to bring dead gods back to life, but not mortals because of their fragile bodies and psyche.
As a death goddess, Hel always instinctively knew when someone has died and their identity. She had the ability to bring dead gods back to life, but not mortals because of their fragile bodies and psyche.
@Apokalipse
I can imagine Aphrodite will probably pursue her because, hey, attractive lady who isn't just into guys would be fun to play around with. Depending on Morrigan'a reaction to that, however, they can either be good friends or the worst of enemies.
As for Ryujin, well, if you respect the sea (and her little sister) and like relaxing and drinking tea then anyone can be her friend.
I imagine Morrigan wouldn't take Aphrodite's advances seriously, but instead play it off as friendly flirting and might flirt back with no intention of actually starting anything with Aphrodite
With Ryujin, the Morrigan would probably humor Ryujin with drinking tea and relaxing, but end up falling asleep or getting bored and hyperactive
@Apokalipse
Thank you very much! I think I can manage that, so without further ado, here's my WIP character!"Look at the moon and the stars, shining so brightly in the night sky. That's this world; there's darkness, but there's so much light too." - Madam Rehemea LightfeatherGeneral Information
Name:Rehemea Lightfeather
Age:67 years old (22 alive, 45 dead)
Gender:Female
Title:Madam
Species:Ghost (formerly Elf)
Alliance:DragoniaRelationship Information
Relationship Status:Single
Sexuality:Asexual
Partner:None
Siblings:Xolan Lightfeather
Others:Santerino EvanisBiographical Information
Personality:Rehemea is a carefree, cheerful person. As a ghost, she's literally incapable of dying again, so she takes a much more relaxed attitude towards her own existence. She's also very patient, because she knows that she has all the time in the world to wait. In her travels, she's met people of every species, alliance, and belief system. She saw a lot of suffering and misfortune, but also hope, joy, and love. These experiences have made her quite accepting of others' differences, and although she's aware that there's misery in the world, Rehemea remains an optimistic person at heart. She laughs easily and often, and happiness is her default state. However, part of her happiness stems from her inability to empathize with others' misfortunes. She has never experienced, and can never experience, the troubles that they've been through, so she doesn't understand their grief. This may cause her to come off as insensitive and dismissive, especially towards those who are suffering. Rehemea is fairly passive most of the time - she likes to listen and watch without getting involved. However, she will interfere if a situation is not to her liking. Twenty-two is quite young for an elf, and in many ways, she hasn't matured far beyond the child she was when she died.
Skills:Rehemea can speak, read, and write nearly every commonly used language in the world as a result of her wanderings. Under Santerino's tutelage, she's learned some mathematics, history, natural philosophy, and politics, but her education was scattered at best. She also has all the abilities that come with being a ghost, including flight, passing through solid objects, invisibility, and briefly becoming solid.
Biography:Rehemea was born in a small elven village long before the war, when the dragons were still hidden and the land was at peace. She lived a simple, content life, hunting in the forest alongside her mother and assisting her father with his carpentry. However, even seemingly idyllic lives have flaws. She and her older brother Xolan often feuded with each other, usually over trivial matters like whose turn it was to chop the firewood. Due to their violent elven nature, their feuds often came to physical blows that left them both bruised and aching. Their village was located an hour's walk from the ocean. Rehemea loved to visit the seaside cliffs where she could feel the salt breeze on her skin, or to climb down to the beach and take a swim.
One evening, while she was at the cliffs with her brother, a sudden storm blew in and rain began to pour. Naturally, Rehemea and Xolan each blamed the other for getting them trapped in a downpour far away from home. She slapped him, and in his anger, Xolan shoved Rehemea as hard as he could. Neither of them had expected the wind, combined with his push, to throw her off the edge of the cliff. Rehemea fell to the jagged rocks below, and died.
The people of their village erected a small stone cairn at the cliffside. Consumed by guilt, Xolan visited her grave every day. Perhaps it was due to his guilt, perhaps it was because she died angry at him, but Rehemea reappeared at the cairn as a ghost a week after her death. She returned to her family for a while, but found that her presence was only a painful reminder of the whole, elven daughter that her parents had lost, to be replaced by an incorporeal being whom they couldn't touch or see in the daytime. Her brother actively avoided her, unable to face the sister he'd killed even though she claimed that she didn't blame him. She realized that it would be best for everyone if she left, so she did.
Rehemea departed her hometown and traveled the world. She found an odd sort of freedom in being a ghost - she didn't need to eat, drink, or sleep, and she could gain access almost anywhere by turning herself invisible. For decades, she traveled the world, observing different peoples and different ways of life. She chatted with those who were friendly to her and left if the residents of a place made it clear that she wasn't welcome. Although she rarely stayed in any one place for long, Rehemea did strike up a friendship with Santerino Evanis, a vampire who worked the night shift at a university library. Whenever she visited, he lent her books and taught her things like history and natural philosophy that she couldn't learn through simple observation, and in return she recounted to him all the stories of her travels.Dragon Information
Dragon Color:Dark Blue (Water Dragon)
Dragon Name:Lukane
Description of Your Future Adult Dragon:Lukane is a mid-sized water dragon. He has a long, sinous body that can twist like an eel's in order to gain speed in the water. There are several small, streamlined spikes protruding from the back of his head, and many more larger ones all across his chest, limbs, and back. His eyes are light blue, and may sometimes appear as a solid orb because the iris and the sclera are so similar in color. He has large, jagged wings that can fly, even when wet, and fold into his body when he's swimming.
Specific Dragon Powers:
- Hydrokinesis- Lukane can move bodies of water, creating powerful waves and even flooding areas.
- Water Serpent- Lukane can breathe underwater using specialized gills and swim as fast as a shark.
Other
Other:
- Rehemea has forgotten what the sun is like, because she can only come out at night.
- She hasn't returned to her village since she left. Rehemea avoids thinking about it, and she'd never admit it, but she still resents her brother a tiny bit for what he did to her. She feels betrayed that her parents were dismayed instead of relieved when she returned from the dead, but her emotions on the subject have dulled with time.
Theme Song:
Edit: Whew, I think I'm done! Is this ok?
I haven't looked at it yet, but I will later today.
@Apokalipse@fourtimesnine
And anyone else doing stuff today... I am getting my wisdom teeth out, so I will be loopy and unaware today. I trust Apokalipse's judgement and I will try to come back in the next day or so to move stuff over.
Heh. That's gonna be fuuuunny.
@Apokalipse
Hades & The Morrigan – Dark deity drinking buddies with alcohol problems? Possibly?
There is a god. Because that is a drinking-buddy-match made in heaven. I say they get shitfaced together!
@Apokalipse
Yaaaaas God bless you for making such a pretty goddess. Loving her!
Thanks, I have not slept at all in order to make her and then I laid down and I thought "damn, I forgot to put down her pet crow" so I'm probably gonna get up in a minute and tweak it again ^_^'
Speaking of character relationships though, anyone want to brainstorm with me? She's not completely friendless, I swear.
RP: On the Horizon
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|Name|
The Morrígan
|Aliases|
Regan Macguire
Phantom Queen
Great Queen
Phantom Queen
Great Queen
|Gender|
Female
|Sexuality|
Bisexual - prefers women
|Relationship Status|
Single
|Pantheon|
Celtic
|Occupation|
Military. She works in the Air Force as a Colonel.
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|Godly Appearance|
Somehow, through time, the Morrígan’s appearance has been convoluted in legends as that of an old hag. Conversely, when the Morrígan was in the prime of her worship, she was noted for her beauty and luminescence. Her curly locks were as black as the darkest time of night with stark pink-white belladonna intertwined with strands. The ebony tresses swing around her breasts, seemingly silky and thick. She possesses no bangs and has a middle part, her hair falls like curtains on either side of her central face. Around her main head is a silver circlet with the chains embedded with tiny rubies that shimmer in the light, in the middle of her forehead is an oval, smooth blood diamond the size of a thumb with curling silver metal stemming away from the ruby. The silver designs are attached to a second chain that hangs down to the start of the bridge of her nose, decorated heavily with small rubies and diamonds. On both sides of the blood diamond are ruby-encrusted silver crows that face away, and are attached to the chain that swoops around her head and meets in the back. To add to her ethereal beauty, the Morrígan has pale skin that seems to shimmer in the moonlight and it stretches over a narrow, oval face with a sharp jaw and flat chin. Her nose is straight and long and her lips are downturned with rich ridges and a pointed cupid’s bow. Her round eyes are black and dull and seem to radiate an apathy that put off others.
However, the weirdest part of her appearance is undoubtedly the two extra heads that are placed to form a triangular form between the three. The head on the left has black feathers of a crow donning her cheeks and forehead as well as completely black eyes and black tinted lips. The head on the right was akin to a dog with large brown eyes and a black tinted nose and lips, as well as elongated canine teeth and a harsh, prominent brow. No jewelry is placed on these two heads and they do not talk, but are noted to see everything.
The Morrígan wears a beautiful black sheath dress that fits closely to the curves of her body, but has a straight skirt with a lack of a waist. The dress is ankle length and a weird, comfortable-appearing fabric, and has a low back that shows the beginning outward curve of her spine. However, the most important part of her dress is the schiffli lace overlay, with embroidered, floppy flowers; the overlay has a high-collar that ends at the top of her neck. It is floor length, with a court train that extends far behind her, and the schiffli lace covers her exposed back as well. Over her dress, the Morrígan wears a black feather shawl that ends at the tops of her shoulders. To secure the mantle, a silver chair clasps each end together over her chest. She carries a spear in her hand usually as well as a small axe.
However, the weirdest part of her appearance is undoubtedly the two extra heads that are placed to form a triangular form between the three. The head on the left has black feathers of a crow donning her cheeks and forehead as well as completely black eyes and black tinted lips. The head on the right was akin to a dog with large brown eyes and a black tinted nose and lips, as well as elongated canine teeth and a harsh, prominent brow. No jewelry is placed on these two heads and they do not talk, but are noted to see everything.
The Morrígan wears a beautiful black sheath dress that fits closely to the curves of her body, but has a straight skirt with a lack of a waist. The dress is ankle length and a weird, comfortable-appearing fabric, and has a low back that shows the beginning outward curve of her spine. However, the most important part of her dress is the schiffli lace overlay, with embroidered, floppy flowers; the overlay has a high-collar that ends at the top of her neck. It is floor length, with a court train that extends far behind her, and the schiffli lace covers her exposed back as well. Over her dress, the Morrígan wears a black feather shawl that ends at the tops of her shoulders. To secure the mantle, a silver chair clasps each end together over her chest. She carries a spear in her hand usually as well as a small axe.
|Earthly Appearance|
As a 5’6” human, the Morrígan had her hair parted to the right and the left side to her ear was shaved (not a complete full shave, though), with only a little bit of stubble left. However, she tends to hide it sometimes by combing her hair to that side. Instead of the silken and sleekness of her godly tresses, the Morrígan’s hair is seen as unkempt with a slight amount of grease and tangles. Long side-swept bangs have been added, curving around her temple and rejoining her hair and what was once ebony is now a blonde color. She has a diamond-shaped head with a strong jaw and a slightly-pointed chin. Her eyes are small and a light blue color and a dabble of brown by the pupil. They are almond shaped and shrewd-looking, giving her a sly appearance like a fox or a snake. Her nose is pert and pointed, but her nostrils are rather wide, making her nose look slightly disproportionate to the rest of her face. The Morrígan has thin, twisted lips, with the right side higher up than the left, and her cupid’s bow is narrow and undefined. While she is still pale compared to others, she is certainly more tan than she was before with a light pink-peach coloration that makes her look awkward when wearing yellow or other light colors. Her skin has been inked with tattoos, as well: on her left arm is an electric eel twisting around until the head ends at her shoulder, snarling; on her right shoulder is a rabid dog, frothing at the mouth; on her right thigh is a crow perched on a branch and a skull clasped in its talons; a large willow tree starts at the bottom of her back and leans towards the left, following the outline of the edge of her back, before the trunk stops at the top of her back and the branches begin to expand towards the right of her body; a bed of belladonnas, skulls, and rubies start at the top of her hip on her side and extend down to the outside of her left thigh. When in military uniform, the Morrígan makes sure to conceal her tattoos as per protocol with long sleeves or her uniform.
The Morrígan prefers a boho-grunge look, liking to wear jean shorts with leggings or tights with heeled boots. She likes her shirts baggy and her jackets baggier. Sometimes she will wear a beanie, but not always. However, when alone, she will often walk around in her undergarments with a baggy shirt. The Morrígan hates wearing too much clothes and as such will wear as little as she can get away with. She doesn’t like to wear too much jewelry or makeup, preferring only eye makeup and a bracelet or ring here and there. Despite her lack of jewelry, she loves hats of all sorts and has a collection of them in her closet.
The Morrígan prefers a boho-grunge look, liking to wear jean shorts with leggings or tights with heeled boots. She likes her shirts baggy and her jackets baggier. Sometimes she will wear a beanie, but not always. However, when alone, she will often walk around in her undergarments with a baggy shirt. The Morrígan hates wearing too much clothes and as such will wear as little as she can get away with. She doesn’t like to wear too much jewelry or makeup, preferring only eye makeup and a bracelet or ring here and there. Despite her lack of jewelry, she loves hats of all sorts and has a collection of them in her closet.
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|Personality|
When she was a goddess, the Morrigan was often seen as a dark deity and someone to avoid. However, she showed prowess and loyalty on the battlefield as well as a harbinger for those she took pity on and warned them of their deaths. She was graceful and cold, like marble, but protective of her people, like a mother. The brunette had a strong maternal instinct and a hot-temper, but she was impulsive and quick to jump in front of the line of fire for even the lowliest human. Despite them not having the upmost faith in her, the Morrigan always placed her confidence in humanity. The Morrigan was a bit of a martyr as well, seeing sacrifice - especially her sacrifice - necessary for the greater good.
As a human, the Morrigan is a stark contrast to her goddess counterpart. Without the ability to protect those she cared for, the Morrigan became powerless and weak much like the humans she tried to shield. Not only that, but the carnage she experienced as a goddess carried over, but now she didn't have the psyche of a war deity to protect herself against the memories. As such, the Morrigan suffers from PTSD and can have flash backs when seeing violence; despite her being mentally unfit to serve, the Morrigan still insists in being in the military as it is all she knows. In order to cope with the violent things she had done and seen, the Morrigan became hedonistic and lost her self-control when it came to denying herself pleasure to drown out the bad. The Morrigan has especially taken to alcohol, accumulating quite the addiction, and an unhealthy obsession with nature noises when going to sleep. Her experience as being weak as a human has left her cynical and callous, no longer caring about the affairs of humans or the deaths of others - the only reason she still protects people is because she wants to cling to the last bit of normalcy from her last life. The Morrigan has adopted a nihilistic view on life, though she doesn't actively participate in the beliefs, she agrees that morals and such are just man-made lies, unneccessary to dwell on. She has come to believe that violence and inherit evilness is a part of human nature. When talking to others, she's crass and sarcastic, weilding words of acid, and thus comes off as uncharismatic and uncouth. She is also noted to be selfish and uncaring of others' problems. The Morrigan is able to turn on the manipulation when she needs to, and displays a cunning nature that allows her to lie and control through her teeth in order to meet her ends. In the face of hard times, the Morrigan is able to retain an objective point of view and stop emotions from clouding her judgement; however, she rarely even attempts to be objective or even attempt to fix problems.
The Morrigan is not without her good points. Despite her acerbic personality, she is rather playful and possesses a humor. She's self-indulgent and hates being serious, rather laughing and playing video games than try to stop the big bad guy. There is little that the Morrigan fears and she will face anything valiantly if needs be; in her life, she is loyal to those who are loyal to her and have earned her trust.
As a human, the Morrigan is a stark contrast to her goddess counterpart. Without the ability to protect those she cared for, the Morrigan became powerless and weak much like the humans she tried to shield. Not only that, but the carnage she experienced as a goddess carried over, but now she didn't have the psyche of a war deity to protect herself against the memories. As such, the Morrigan suffers from PTSD and can have flash backs when seeing violence; despite her being mentally unfit to serve, the Morrigan still insists in being in the military as it is all she knows. In order to cope with the violent things she had done and seen, the Morrigan became hedonistic and lost her self-control when it came to denying herself pleasure to drown out the bad. The Morrigan has especially taken to alcohol, accumulating quite the addiction, and an unhealthy obsession with nature noises when going to sleep. Her experience as being weak as a human has left her cynical and callous, no longer caring about the affairs of humans or the deaths of others - the only reason she still protects people is because she wants to cling to the last bit of normalcy from her last life. The Morrigan has adopted a nihilistic view on life, though she doesn't actively participate in the beliefs, she agrees that morals and such are just man-made lies, unneccessary to dwell on. She has come to believe that violence and inherit evilness is a part of human nature. When talking to others, she's crass and sarcastic, weilding words of acid, and thus comes off as uncharismatic and uncouth. She is also noted to be selfish and uncaring of others' problems. The Morrigan is able to turn on the manipulation when she needs to, and displays a cunning nature that allows her to lie and control through her teeth in order to meet her ends. In the face of hard times, the Morrigan is able to retain an objective point of view and stop emotions from clouding her judgement; however, she rarely even attempts to be objective or even attempt to fix problems.
The Morrigan is not without her good points. Despite her acerbic personality, she is rather playful and possesses a humor. She's self-indulgent and hates being serious, rather laughing and playing video games than try to stop the big bad guy. There is little that the Morrigan fears and she will face anything valiantly if needs be; in her life, she is loyal to those who are loyal to her and have earned her trust.
|Family|
Nemain: The Morrigan's older sister who loves the frenzy of war; they were close when they were deities, but after the Morrigan fell off the wagon, Nemain and her have been on bad terms
Macha: The Morrigan's younger sister who disappeared after the pantheon fell.
Macha: The Morrigan's younger sister who disappeared after the pantheon fell.
|Strengths|
- Cunning
- Brave
- Loyal
- Playful
- Objective
|Weaknesses|
- Callousness
- Hedonism
- Cynicism
- Selfish
- Alcoholism
|Likes|
- Camping
- Milk
- Crows
- Alcohol (Whiskey and Poitín in particular)
- Apples
- Shepherd's Pie
- Barmbrack
- Irish coffee
- Colors: Silver and red
- Sound of nature
- Hammocks
|Dislikes
- Sobriety
- Darkness
- Bears
- Sweet food
- Orange juice
- Strong smells
- Loud noises
- Sight of blood
|History|
War was the only thing the Morrigan knew, as a goddess and a human. During her golden years, if she perceived the slightest threat on her worshippers or her people, she would rush head first into battle, forcing the enemy’s hand. This gathered her a bad reputation amongst her people as a warmonger and an evil deity – they had even fashioned an evil sorceress named Morgan Le Fey after her. It hurt her to know that they hated her, but the Morrigan believed it was her duty to her people to accept the burden of their hatred in order to protect them.
During these years of hers, the Morrigan had committed atrocious acts as well as witness them; but as a goddess, she was able to rationalize and store the information as simple bad memories – not dealing with it eventually led to her having lasting PTSD as a human. Even though the Morrigan understood the horrible things she did and didn’t want to do them anymore, she initially refused to give up her godly powers as she saw them her only purpose in life. However, her sister, Nemain, eventually convinced her to give it up.
Now a human and dealing with PTSD, the Morrigan turned to alcoholism and the military in order to cope with her new life. Several times she had been to rehab in the past years – and she remembers hitting someone with her car once and then driving away, but the memory is hazy – as well as therapy because of her emotional outbursts. But instead of dealing with it, the Morrigan forced herself to lock her memories in an emotionless part of her and numb her mind with more booze.
The Morrigan, now under the name Regan, lived a small, unassuming life – first in Ireland and then relocated to the United States where she ended up being a Colonel in the Air Force. She didn’t bother with romance, though she did engage in one night stands here and there, and she made a couple of friends at work, though they weren’t particularly close or anything. Mostly her life has been sleeping in her apartment in her underwear with a beer case next to her.
During these years of hers, the Morrigan had committed atrocious acts as well as witness them; but as a goddess, she was able to rationalize and store the information as simple bad memories – not dealing with it eventually led to her having lasting PTSD as a human. Even though the Morrigan understood the horrible things she did and didn’t want to do them anymore, she initially refused to give up her godly powers as she saw them her only purpose in life. However, her sister, Nemain, eventually convinced her to give it up.
Now a human and dealing with PTSD, the Morrigan turned to alcoholism and the military in order to cope with her new life. Several times she had been to rehab in the past years – and she remembers hitting someone with her car once and then driving away, but the memory is hazy – as well as therapy because of her emotional outbursts. But instead of dealing with it, the Morrigan forced herself to lock her memories in an emotionless part of her and numb her mind with more booze.
The Morrigan, now under the name Regan, lived a small, unassuming life – first in Ireland and then relocated to the United States where she ended up being a Colonel in the Air Force. She didn’t bother with romance, though she did engage in one night stands here and there, and she made a couple of friends at work, though they weren’t particularly close or anything. Mostly her life has been sleeping in her apartment in her underwear with a beer case next to her.
|Opinion on Mortals|
As a goddess, the Morrigan saw humans as something precious to protect, a purpose for the wars in which she created, a purpose for her.
As a human, her value of humans has dropped drastically. She sees them as inherently evil creatures that were born to kill and destroy. Though, she doesn't think highly of herself, either. She believes it is in human nature to take and destroy.
As a human, her value of humans has dropped drastically. She sees them as inherently evil creatures that were born to kill and destroy. Though, she doesn't think highly of herself, either. She believes it is in human nature to take and destroy.
|Theme Song|
This is War – Thirty Seconds to Mars
"A warning to the people, the good and the evil
This is war
To the soldier, the civilian, the martyr, the victim
This is war
It's the moment of truth and the moment to lie
And the moment to live and the moment to die
The moment to fight, the moment to fight,
To fight, to fight, to fight”
"A warning to the people, the good and the evil
This is war
To the soldier, the civilian, the martyr, the victim
This is war
It's the moment of truth and the moment to lie
And the moment to live and the moment to die
The moment to fight, the moment to fight,
To fight, to fight, to fight”
|Favorite Myth|
Thor and Utgarda-Loki
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|Mortal Skills/Abilities|
As a human, the Morrigan still retains knowledge on militant strategy and prowess in combat. However, she has since learned how to use a gun and several martial arts. But, most importantly, the Morrigan has picked up several calming hobbies: bonsai tree cutting, art collecting, calligraphy, chess, and flower arranging. She's also quite good at mixing drinks.
|Immortal Skills/Abilities|
As a goddess of war, the Morrigan was able to instill people with fear or bravery when she saw fit, and this ability has begun to return to her.
However, abilities that she has no regained is her ability to shapeshift nor her ability to see the future, control others' dreams, or act as a harbinger of death.
However, abilities that she has no regained is her ability to shapeshift nor her ability to see the future, control others' dreams, or act as a harbinger of death.
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@HalfOfLancelot I'm finished, I believe
Even though it's up there, I know some of you guys are lazy little knuckleheads
Even though it's up there, I know some of you guys are lazy little knuckleheads
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