Danvers

The Sisters of the Dying Branch

Caleb Bishop

Name: Caleb Bishop
Gender / Preferred Pronouns: Male/He
Age: 18
Birthday: June 21st
Sexuality: Pansexual

Appearance:

Standing just under 6ft, Caleb is just reaching above average height. Not exactly scrawny but nor particularly well-built, he is at least gifted with a body that can seemingly consume enough food to fill a football stadium, without gaining weight. His hair is a mess of dark brown curls that even when he attempts to style it, still ends up looking like he's just rolled out of bed. Despite his best attempts, he so far has been unable to grow a beard or moustache of any substance, which is of a constant disappointment to the teen. His most pronounced feature is probably his lips, which are usually turned up in either a cocky smile or opened in gestures of laughter. He has a small and now pretty faint scar running horizontal across the bridge of his nose, which he received during a particularly rough bout of play fighting with one of his brothers. Caleb has dark brown eyes, which are incredibly expressive and which consequently are a window to a lot of what he is thinking/feeling.

Caleb has two bands tattooed across the forearm of his left arm, which he has had for around a year now. He also used to have a small nose stud but he took this out just before joining the coven. His style isn't particularly outstanding and is pretty akin to most teenage guys his age. He will however, attempt to wear shorts in almost every weather, even if this is also whilst he's donning a hoody, gloves and scarf. When he is particularly tired, or on the rare occasion that he is in a bad mood, he will usually take to wearing sunglasses...even if he is indoors.

Personality:

Growing up around more family members than you can count on two hands does not lend well to those of a quiet or faint of heart nature. Luckily, Caleb was neither of these. Enthusiastic, bold and boisterous, Caleb is a true extrovert. He hates spending time alone and will forever be looking for someone to hang out with. He has no qualms with walking up to complete strangers and striking up a conversation, and has always found a natural ease in making friends. Rarely one to take things seriously, he's usually cracking a joke or laughing at times when he should probably be being serious, a habit which often landed him in trouble at school. Though of reasonable intelligence, Caleb found school boring and would often play truant, and has such developed a particular knack for being to escape a room without anyone else noticing.

Caleb can be extremely loyal and protective to those who cares about, particularly his younger siblings. He is not one to be afraid of showing warmth and care towards others. Though he doesn't seem to acknowledge this himself, he has always had a gift of making others feel at ease and knowing just what to say to offer someone comfort (even if this often involves making a stupid joke). Caleb hates seeing other people upset and will go out of the way to at least try make them feel better. Although he tries his hardest to get along with even the most unlikable of people, he is by no means a pushover and will stand up for himself when the time calls for it.

Caleb is the definition of a night owl. He can be extremely difficult to wake in the mornings and will always stubbornly try get that extra 5 or 10 minutes of sleep. He loves being up at night and can often be found awake when everyone else has gone to sleep.

Biography:

The Bishop family originally hailed from Salem itself, and suffered greatly during the witch trials. Seeking refuge from those who would seek to harm them, Calebs ancestors moved to Ferndale, California at the beginning of 1693. Ferndale was barely a town at this time and the Bishops were largely instrumental in helping the Shaw brothers to build it up. They have been there ever since and are a well-known and well-liked family in the region. Since the early 1800s the Bishop family have also been skilled vampire hunters and are renowned for their abilities throughout the covens on the west coast. Although initially it was the males of the family who generally took on the mantle of vampire hunter, as the world modernised and views became less archaic, the females of the family also begun to get involved too. It is as consequence of this that most of the Bishop family prefer to focus on the more physically based magics, rather than say healing or illusions.

Born on the summer solstice, Caleb grew up as part of a large and loud family. His parents were high school sweethearts, with his mother first becoming pregnant with their eldest, Tucker, at the young age of 18. As the middle child, the witchling grew up surrounded by six siblings; the three eldest are Tucker (22), Mason (20) and Lucy (19), whilst the three youngest are Sam (14), Jenny (11) and Regan (11). Although not particularly poor, raising so many children in a house built for four at the most, meant that things were always just that little bit cramped, with Caleb having to share a room with his two older brothers. Their home, which has affectionately been known as 'Doris' for centuries now, is one that has been passed down through the Bishop family line and one that appears to be held together largely through sheer willpower (and a hefty sprinkle of magic here and there).

Growing up in a small town, surrounded by plenty of family and friends has provided Caleb with a rather sheltered upbringing, and he has known little loss or suffering. Never one for school he, much to the frustration of his parents, began to grow increasingly truant during his teenager years. Luckily this didn't extend to his practice of magic and he would often be found playing around with it when he should be in class. His mother even tried to homeschool him for a couple of months when he was fourteen but that only resulted in him playing truant from his own home too.

All was going smoothly for Caleb, and he was expecting to be joining the same coven as his older siblings, when his youngest sister Jenny became extremely sick. The family tried everything to heal her but even the strongest of magics did not seem to work, and they were eventually forced to turn to modern medicine. Requiring a highly specialist involvement, his family eventually had to move to New York approximately one year ago. Moving to a huge city and having to leave behind their beloved Doris was a huge shock to the whole family and they have only just begun to adjust. Caleb was sad to leave his friends behind, both humans and witchlings alike, it instead being decided that he would complete his initiation with the Dying Branch Coven.

Notable Rumors: That Caleb gained the scar on his nose from wrestling a werewolf (Caleb would say that his brother is pretty damn close to a werewolf anyway).

Greatest Fear: Caleb is terrified of needles and will do almost anything to avoid getting his blood taken/having a shot.

Magic:
Strengths
Telekinetic magic
Put simply, Caleb is most proficient at the branch of magic pertaining to the control and manipulating of physical matter through the mind. This magic requires high levels of energy & subsequently large sacrifices, therefore his skills at present are generally limited to the manipulation of objects (e.g. pushing/pulling them, levitating them). It generally works better on stationary objects, although he has ben known to levitate his familiar, Bast, on occasion. Caleb has also been using it to work on a rudimentary form of a force-field, which could be used to repel attacks and weapons. Theoretically this branch of magic could be used to simulate flight but he has not really focused much on practicing this, aside from being able to levitate a few inches off the ground.

Neutral
Elemental magic
By no means a weakness, Caleb has a basic proficiency with the four basic elements and can be relied on to use these if required. He is by no means an expert in them though and they are not necessarily his go to.

Weaknesses
Any magic that requires a slow and methodical approach is one that could be classed as Calebs weakness, including both potions and charms.

Other:
Caleb has this tattooed on his left arm.
His familiar is a Savannah cat named Bast.
He once won a local hotdog eating competition when he was only 15 years old. He still enjoys hotdogs to this day.
Calebs hobbies include surfing, skateboarding and drawing (although the latter one he keeps to himself and he never shows anyone his drawings).

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

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SKÖLL

_{THE BALL (EVENTUALLY)}

MOOD: WHOOPS...

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Noise was what emitted from the narrow apartment block in downtown Seattle and what it was known for by the locals. Whether it be the cry of a newborn baby, the deep vibrating rhythm of bass cranked up too loud, or a screaming match between two neighbours. It was a constant for the inhabitants and one that most grew to at the very least tolerate, though it was certainly not a place for those who were apt to sleeping lightly. Luckily, Mr. Jenkins had a hearing aid he could handily turn down and he did so as he slid past the two figures stood in the hallway, muttering a half-hearted hello to the pair. The redhead who turned to wave back was as dumb as a sack of bricks but he was a strong pair of hands, and was always more than happy to help him carry his groceries up those damned stairs. So, despite his insistence in ignoring the rest of them, Mr Jenkins would always mumble some sort of greeting to the firefighter.

"Hi Mr. Jenkins! And thanks for this Cherry!" The wolf in question beamed as he stood outside his front door, watching eagerly whilst his landlady rifled through her amusingly large set of keys, searching impatiently for the right one. Shaking her head when she located it, she unlocked the door, before folding her arms against the brightly coloured shawl wrapped around her chest. "Sammy, I love you but you really need to stop losing your keys!" Her teeth moved to press against her tongue, letting out a disapproving tut. At this a small frown knitted Skölls eyebrows together, the wolf trying and failing to remember where he'd left them. Things were just so hard to keep track of...he really wasn't sure how anyone else did it.

"Well, I remember I had them at work but then Gary told this really funny joke and I put them down, and then we had a call-out, and then I—"

"Alright, I get it. I get it." The middle-aged woman sighed, handing him a spare key that she always had ready for precisely these scenarios. "Just try not to lose this one. I have better things to do than chase round after you y'know." Though her words were stern, she still offered him a warm smile, a motherly air radiating off her in spite of her best attempts to do otherwise. Sköll had lived in this apartment for the last four years and Cherry was the only landlady who would put up with his absentmindedness. Usually they grew fed up after he kept losing his keys...or broke something...or left the water running all day. She even brought him round food sometimes, which was great because he always came out of the grocery store with several packets of gummy worms and little else. Cherry had once pointed out the irony (whatever that word meant) of him being a firefighter, since he'd nearly set fire to the place at least half a dozen times.

"I promise! I definitely won't lo—" The wolfish grin dropped from his face as he looked down, only to see that his dirt-stained hands were empty once again. "Where'd it go?!" His eyebrows furrowed together in confusion as he spun round, looking up and down as if some mysterious figure had just played a magic trick on him.

"You dropped it." Cherry was unable to help the roll of her eyes as she picked it up, this time placing it firmly in his hand and closing his fingers about the cold metal. "I'm not letting you in again this evening. You'll have to sleep in the hallway if you get locked out." She chastised, jingling her set of keys to emphasis her point. The Seattle native would keep to her promise too, she'd done it once before when he'd returned home drunk at 2 in the morning. Sköll had lost a lot that night, including both the pair of jeans and t-shirt he had been wearing...he vaguely remembered something about a bet with Mani.

"Alright..." Sköll nodded sullenly, now doubley hoping that he'd be able to keep track of it. Maybe he should give a copy to Hati or something. Sleeping on the ground was no fun and his muscles were already aching from the 48 hour shift he'd just finished. Plus the chill he could feel wafting against his bare arms would be even worse at midnight. Seeing the downcast expression on his face, Cherry gave his hair a fond ruffle before turning to tromp down the hallway. "You're lucky you're cute!" She shouted over her shoulder, Sköll grinning at this reluctant compliment as he darted through the open door.

Wandering into what could only be described as absolute chaos, Sköll flopped onto the well-worn couch, letting out a satisfied groan. Weariness threatened to overcome him, the temptation to have an extremely long nap pulling at his tired body, when his phone suddenly pinged. "Huh?" Pulling it from his back pocket, Sköll sat up before, after several failed attempts at remembering his pin, he managed to unlock the device. Head cocked to one side at the familiar name that had popped on the screen. _{It was Hati!} Hati had told him to always always always read his messages, so he did, tongue hanging out from the corner of his mouth in an expression of mild concentration. Deep brown eyes slowly widened as he read the message...and then read it again after he was distracted by a bird outside the first time. _{Oh, oh! The ball was today! Awesome!}

Any thoughts of naps were instantly forgotten as he scrambled up, eyes darting around the apartment as he tried to figure out what to do first. His stomach rumbling reminded him that he hadn't eaten for several hours and after bolting down a quick meal of dry cereal and a bag of expired chips (he’d forgotten to go grocery shopping again), he’d hopped into the shower. One of Skölls favourite things in the world was blisteringly hot showers. Heat was not something he’d ever been afraid of, instead it was something he craved, particularly since the move to Seattle. Hard-earned muscles flexed in welcome of the downpour of warmth, hands reaching up to run through his messy mop of hair. He could've spent hours in there, much to the chagrin of Cherry, if not for another ping from his phone. Pouting at this disruption, he hopped out, wrapping a clean towel around his waist. The wolf paid little mind as he trapised water all over his bathroom floor, even shaking his soaking wet hair so that droplets littered nearly every surface.

Humming a made-up tune to himself, Sköll wandered into his equally chaotic bedroom. The fourth-floor apartment was tiny and cramped, even by big city standards, but the disorder that seemed to follow the norse deity around as stubbornly as his shadow had only served to compound it ten-fold. Sitting next to a mountain of clothes that had been haphazardly dumped on the floor, Sköll began to toss them aside until he found his one and only suit. A quick precursory sniff of the black wool confirmed that it was at least clean. The getting dressed part was easy but when he reached the bowtie, the wolf found himself completely and utterly stumped. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get it to do the knot thingy and after several minutes of fumbling around with it, he gave up, letting out a frustrated whine. It was lucky, or maybe unlucky that no-one else was there to see the wolf, who despite his best attempts, looked like he was ending the night, not starting it. His red hair was a tousled mess, he'd missed a smear of dirt on his cheek, and his bowtie was now hanging limply about his collar. None of this seemed to concern the young deity though, who was unceremoniously stuffing a final cookie into his mouth before heading out the door.

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The ball was in full-swing, the outside teaming with reporters to grill those hailed as celebrities and the interior filled to the brim with mortals. Sköll had only gotten himself lost two times before he’d found the venue and in his excitement he had bounded inside, nearly bowling over a waiter who had been precariously balancing a platter full of champagne flutes. After grinning apologetically at him and grabbing himself a drink — Dom, Dom Pe...something fancy — he'd found his enthusiasm trailing away when he noticed the stifled atmosphere. He'd thought it'd be like a party, with dancing and laughter, but everyone was just stood around all boring and stuff. Deep brown eyes darted about the room, a small pout gracing his features when he didn’t spot Hati. _{Where was he?} Wandering over to the bar, he plopped himself down in one of the chairs, before cradling his chin in the palm of one of his hands. After asking the bartender for some more of the tasty champagne, he looked around, hoping he'd be able to spot someone fun to hang out with. Maybe Sunna or Mani or Hel or...

"I recognise your face!"

Sköll sat upright at the sudden arrival of another body in the stool next to his, the mortal in question moving so close that their faces were barely inches apart."My face?" He tilted his head, unperturbed by the sudden invasion of his personal space by this complete stranger. "Really?!" Sköll thought celebrities were super cool but he knew that he definitely wasn't one. Apart from that one old lady who always gave him fruit cake when he rescued her cat and who acted like he was the most famous person in the world.

"Totes! Though I dunno where from..." Hands reach up to clasp his face between them, a look of concentration passing over the woman's face as she stared at his wolfish features. Sköll stared dumbly back, a confused bark of a laugh escaping his lips as he watched the mortal. She was a pretty blonde and from the slight smudging of her makeup it looked like she'd already had more than a few glasses of the champagne. "July! That's it!" She clapped excitedly, nearly toppling off her stool in her sudden burst of excitement. "The calendar! You're a firefighter right? My boyfriend got sooooooo annoyed when I refused to take that thing down." The girl rolled her eyes at this, hands still wrapped firmly against his cheeks.

"Oh! Yep that's me! They always give me July cause of my hair." He grinned pointing to his own messy locks, which he'd somehow managed to tame a little since leaving the house. The calendar was always fun to do but he'd never been recognised because of it before. This was great!

Her blue eyes widened in a gesture of admiration, before moving round to focus on the abysmally empty dancefloor. “So cool..." Despite the classical music that was gently filling the spacious room, a small group of what looked to be influencers were dancing to their own beat, unaware or uncaring to the haughty glances that were ever more frequently being tossed their way. "Wanna dance with us?!” The girl raised her eyebrows, grabbing his hand before he had a chance to refuse. Not that he would. Sköll loved playing with mortals. It reminded him of when he'd been a pup — before the bad times — and he'd run off from his father so that he could go roll around with the small humans. He didn't know why but mortals had always felt at ease with him, so he rarely questioned it when they were so outwardly friendly.

After the pair had bounded over to the dancefloor, the wolf had been exchanging a series of somewhat repetitive greetings with the heavily inebriated mortals, when suddenly he felt something painful dig into one of his shoulders. The wool and linen of his suit provided little in the way of cushioning and he found himself abruptly shoved aside, forced to face the cause of the new pain in his already aching muscle. Dumbfounded, Sköll could only blink in confusion at the giant of a man who was stood in front of him. Even by the lofty standards of the gods he was tall. Ever the one to misjudge a situation, the wolf was about to chirp hello when the the collar of his shirt was twisted in the tight grip of this mortal, Sköll wincing a little as the material dug uncomfortably into his neck.

Oh no...

Mentions: Hati @KZOMBI3

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

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_CATMOSPHERE

HEBE & JULIE

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Two days after the Acropolis party...

“Oh my gosh! He’s soooo cute!” Hebes voice squeaked in excitement as she knelt down in front of the object of her excitement. Wide eyes peered back up at her, a gentle vibration emitting from within his chest. He was beautiful. She wanted to pick him up and take him home right away. Of course, she knew she couldn’t, but it did make her wonder whether Coco would be agreeable to getting a pet...

Reaching a hand towards him, Hebe first allowed him to tentatively sniff her before moving to pet the soft fur atop his head. The ginger ball of fluff gave Hebe a rough lick with his sandpapery tongue. Her lips parted to let out a small laugh, head turning to look at the waiter who was standing patiently behind the pair. ‘Catmosphere’ was a small but cosy cafe nestled into a side street in the centre of downtown Seattle. It was one that you wouldn’t know about unless you heard about it by word of mouth or, like Hebe, had done some rather excitable googling. The goddess of youth, when given the option to choose an outing, would always prefer to pick somewhere different. Sure Starbucks was nice but getting to cuddle cats was so much better! Though she hoped Julie wasn’t allergic...in her eagerness she’d forgotten to ask.

“What’s his name?” Hebes eyes widened eagerly as her attention flitted between the server and the animal in question, scratching gently under the latters chin.

“Rupert. Y’know, you can take him to your table if you’d like...” The waiter looked like he had dealt with far too many teenagers squawking over adorable felines but Hebe seemed not to notice this. Instead she gently scooped the kitten into her arms before scrambling to her feet. “I can?!” She grinned happily. Excitement reeled off the goddess in waves as she clutched the creature to her chest. She’d had no idea that she’d actually be able to hold the cats. This was great!

“Yeah, sure. Whatever.” The ever disinterested waiter muttered, whose name Hebe ascertained was Trevor by his cat-shaped badge, before leading her to a table that was located next to a large set of bay windows. It only afforded a view of the street below, where she could see mortals busily going about their everyday business, but she was happy to watch them whilst she waited for her companion. Taking a seat, she gently placed the kitten into her lap. As Rupert curled up into a comfortable ball, she glanced at her phone, trying to ignore the slight nervousness she felt creeping into her stomach. Gods, she hoped they got along.

“No! No! No!” Julie kept saying as she was literally running past people. How could she be late now!? Every now and then she checked her watch. Angry with herself for every minute she was late. Eventually, after getting the wrong address two times she finally found the little hidden gem in Seattle. It was strange, she had lived here for over seven years now and not once had she heard about something as amazing as Catmosphere.

Bewildered and a little exhausted she pretty much stumbled into the cozy place. The cats, quite to her surprise, didn’t even mind her just barging in. If she had been early, as she had planned, she probably would’ve played with the cats a little bit. “I’m so sorry.” She whispered at the lounging cats as she past them. In truth she really shouldn’t have been here. Cats being one of her weaknesses, she probably would probably end up adopting one right now.

Still, first she wanted to meet the very first family member of Alex! Julie’s phone was in her hand with an Instagram picture of Hailey Cooper as her eyes darted from table to table. Hoping to find the brunette with such a wonderful, bright smile. Eventually she thought she had found her. Well, the girl was looking down at her phone and looking away. Quite sheepishly the blonde approached her. “Hi…I’m sorry but… are you Hailey?” She asked with a slightly worried but also hopeful smile.

Head shot up when Hebe heard her mortal name, face lighting up in excitement as her eyes landed on the woman standing cautiously in front of her. She’d had no idea what Julie looked like but as her eyes passed over her, she couldn’t help but admire how beautiful she was.

“Yep that’s me! Oh, are you Julie?!” She blurted out, enthusiasm quickly etching itself across her features. When Julie had contacted her she’d been more than excited to meet with her big brother's girlfriend…even if it was kind of disappointing that he hadn’t mentioned her before now. But she figured that Ares must’ve had a good reason to keep it secret. “I’m so glad you managed to find your way here! I was a bit worried because it’s kind of hidden…” She added as she took one last glance at her phone before placing it face down on the table.

Normally she would have shot up to give her a hug but with the kitten fast asleep in her lap, she simply stayed put, basking in the warmth that his small form radiated. “This is Rupert by the way!” Hebe smiled, nodding her head at the curled up kitten. Clearly used to the hustle and bustle of humans, he seemed completely unperturbed by her excited outburst, remaining fast asleep throughout.

“Yep!” The mortal said in response to Hailey’s blurted out question. Julie took the seat in front of Hailey but then looked over to see Rupert on her lap. “Awww!” She exclaimed, wanting to reach over to pet the kitty. But seeing it so fast asleep on the girl’s lap stopped her. She really didn’t want to annoy him with her own attention. Which was frankly limitless when it came to cats. “He looks really cute on your lap!” The mortal said as instead she outstretched her hand towards Hailey. “So yeah, it’s a real pleasure to meet you Hailey. I’m so sorry I couldn’t make it for breakfast yesterday. Work just suddenly bombarded me with a photoshoot but it’s really nice to finally meet someone from Alex’s family!” The pure, unbridled excitement was quite evident on the girl’s face.

Taking Julie's hand in-between hers, Hebe gently shook it before bringing her hands back to absentmindedly scratch at the nape of Rupert's neck. He began to emit a small purr, which she couldn’t help but smile at. “That’s alright! It’d been a while since I’d seen Alex so it was nice to catch up…” Despite the wholly unexpected news, which she was still desperately trying to push to the back of her mind, it had been fun to catch up with him. Ares was always so busy that she couldn’t help but worry about him a little, but it was nice to know he had someone to look after him.

“A photoshoot? Oh wow, are you a model?!” Briefly distracted by thoughts of her brother, Hebe's attention flitted back to Julie when she mentioned the shoot, eyes widening. Leaning forwards in her chair, her eyes flitted over the woman more carefully, trying to remember if she had seen her in any magazines or on any billboards. “What kind of work do you do? My best friend does some modelling too actually!”

“Oh yeah, I know how that feels.” Julie said in response to Hebe telling her how she hadn’t seen Alex for a while now. She hadn’t either. In the past it felt strange how he often just seemed to disappear. These days though, she got a little used to it. She still missed him every day when she wakes up alone. A small smile crept on her lips though when a thought slipped in her mind. She would see him again tonight. That was his promise. Hebe’s sudden questions about the photoshoot and modelling pulled Julie back into the present. “Oh no, no. I’m not – I mean I used to be a model.” Julie explained. “It was just some small scale stuff. You know some lingerie.” Her cheeks turned a bit flustered. “But these days I’m the photographer. I’ve been lucky enough to do some gigs for Aeon!” But then she heard that Hailey had a friend who modelled as well and instantly the blonde’s face lit up even more. “Really!? What’s her name?” She asked as excitedly as Hailey was.

“Aeon? Oh wow, I’ve seen some of their stuff! Their clothes are beautiful…though a bit too expensive for me unfortunately.” Pulling the menu towards herself, Hebe began to flick through it as she spoke, letting out a small laugh as she considered the dire state of her bank account. The goddess failed to omit that she did indeed know the owner of Aeon, feeling it would come across as strange for her to have any association with Venus. Or at least it would to a mortal. “I bet you were a great model! I could never be brave enough.” She continued with a smile, her expression filled with genuine curiosity. Hebe hadn’t met any of Ares’ previous girlfriends but she for sure was liking Julie already.

“Oh my friend? She’s called Coco. She’s so pretty! I’ve seen a bit of her work though I’d love to see her on a shoot!…Ooh, pancakes—” Hebe gushed, briefly getting distracted as she spotted one of her favourite breakfast foods on the menu. They were shaped like cats too! And came with strawberries!

“Yeah… they’re very expensive.” There was a slightly cheeky smile forming upon Julie’s lips which she quickly hid behind another menu cart. Those dresses were expensive, too expensive for Julie. Not for Alex, who had surprised her with one only a few months back. “Leona’s so talented. I really wish I could meet her someday.” So far the blonde had only seen the world famous artistic designer from a distance, surrounded by people there were always vastly more important than a simple photographer. Maybe someday she’d get her five seconds. For now though, she was putting down the menu again to look at Hailey right when she name-dropped Coco.

“Wait...Coley ‘Coco’?” She asked. “Coley ‘Coco’ Merkouri?”

“Yep that’s her!” Hebe nodded, the excitement that was splashed across her face now tinged with a hint of surprise. Forever struggling to remember their mortal names, it took her a moment to recall that Coco's chosen last name was indeed Merkouri. “Wait, do you know her too? Oh! Have you worked with her or something?” She briefly wondered if Ares knew about their common connection. It would seem strange if he did, especially because he had never even mentioned Julie to her before now. “That’s so funny! Isn’t she great though?!”

“She really is!” Julie exclaimed, almost jumping in her seat. “I’ve known her for five years already! She is one of my best friends!” What were the odds that they both were so close to the same person? Well, she certainly had to tell Coco about all of this, but only after Julie hit her friend on the arm for not telling her about Hailey.

Right then though, one of the waitresses came up to take their order. “Oh I’ll just take some pancakes with maple syrup.” The blonde said before she turned towards Hailey. “You can take whatever you want.” She assured the student before quickly flashing the black credit card she had in her palm and giving her a rather brazen face. Alex could afford some expensive milkshake and whatnot Hailey really wanted to eat. If he even noticed the charge.

Hebe listened happily as Julie spoke about Comus. She couldn’t wait to let her know about this and she found herself having to resist the temptation to pick up her phone and text her straight away.

“Aw thanks but you don’t have to! I can pay for myself. I’ve got enough…I think.” She trailed off awkwardly before turning to the waiter. Trevor still looked equally as disgruntled but amusingly had somehow now adopted a pair of adorable cat ears (work mandated she assumed). “Can I have the pancakes too but with the strawberries and whipped cream! And…um, I guess the rainbow smoothie as well please.” Hebe reeled off what she wanted before handing her menu to Trevor, who had scribbled down their orders with only the odd grunt of recognition. He must be a dog person or something.

Julie didn’t mind. And in a second the card vanished out of her hand again. “Sooo…” She said, verbally dragging her feet. In all honesty, she didn’t know how Alex would react if he knew she would be asking this question. He had always been so mysterious about his family. Julie didn’t even know the names of his parents! “What’s your family like? Like how are Alex’s parents? His aunts? Coco always tells me about her crazy family it… kind of makes me envious that Alex never talks about his.”

“Well…” Hebe paused, unsure how to answer. Julie was under the impression that they were simply cousins when in-fact they shared the same parents. “Our family is kinda complicated. It’s hard to explain…but he loves his mother.” She smiled gently, picking at the edge of a pink napkin stamped with cat paws. Although her own relationship with Hera hadn’t been great recently (which she knew was kind of her fault), Ares had always been extremely close with their mother. It made her happy to know that at least one of them still had a good bond with her, especially now that Hephaestus was gone.

“And his father is—” The colour suddenly drained from Hebes face as she stopped mid-sentence, words disappearing in a strangled choke. A hand closed to clutch tightly around the napkin as her gaze strayed past Julie to the entrance of the cafe. _{No. Please no...} At first all she’d noticed was a shock of blonde hair but this had been enough to send a heavy weight into her stomach, heart beating so hard that waves of panic began to rush throughout her body, skin crawling in protest. He was turned away, looking at the several felines that were perched on a rather tall cat tree, but she didn’t need to see his face to be able to tell who it was. Hebe knew that figure well enough to recognise it in an instant. _{It-it couldn’t be…}

The once soothing noises of the cafe — the gentle meows of cats & kittens, and the quiet chatter of mortals — faded into the background as Hebe suddenly shot up from her seat. Rupert let out a mewl of surprise as he jumped off her lap, scattering away to some other patrons. “I-Can we, I-…” Hebe began to stutter, her eyes flitting anxiously between Julie and the cruelly recognisable form. Every breath, every moment here was one too long and she once more had an intense desire to run away. “P-please can we go?” She whispered quietly, a well of fear rising up at the chance that he might recognise her voice. Without waiting for a reply, Hebe's shaking hand had tightly grabbed Julies, the goddess pulling the mortal up from her seat.

Seeing the colour drain from Hailey when she mentioned Alex’ father made her anticipate the worst at first. Maybe he and Alex’ mother were divorced and it was a sore subject in the family? But only a moment later Julie realized that the girl wasn’t reacting to the family exposition. Her eyes trailed past the blonde at first. When she shot up from her seat, almost launching poor Rupert, Julie tried to as subtly as she could turn around to see who she was looking at. It took a moment, but then she noticed the figure standing by the cat tree. The way Hailey was reacting, especially now that she grabbed Jules’ hand to get her up made the mortal assume the worst. She shot up as well.

Julie’s own heart began to beat faster as she stood in between Hailey and the figure, almost hiding her. The man was much too close to the exit. “The back.” She immediately said as she nodded towards the kitchen doors that just opened with the waitress bringing two plates of pancakes, one with strawberries and whip cream and the other with just maple syrup. Julie hadn’t made a suggestion though. She was actively pushing the girl towards the door, keeping herself between the guy at the door who seemed to have triggered Hailey. As she passed the waitress she quickly whispered: “I’m sorry I’ll be back to pay.” Before ushering Hailey on through the door.

Her fingers had clutched tightly, perhaps too much so, around Julie's arm and she daren’t let go even as the woman led her into the kitchen. It was this minimal of contact that kept Hebe from breaking down right there, although she could feel the panic pushing at her already fragile limits. Through the heavy veil of fear she couldn’t help but feel a warm bloom of gratitude towards this woman who was barely more than a stranger, but who had not needed to ask one question before rushing to help her. “I-I’m so sorry…” Hebes voice was a mere hush, barely perceptible above the whir of chaos that was the kitchen. She moved her body to slide past cooks and waiters alike, cringing back at the contact when she accidentally brushed against their shoulders or arms. They looked at her with confusion or pity, some opening their mouths to question the pair, but she noticed none of it, only craving escape and distance.

The quick head shake of Julie was often enough to shut anyone up who would’ve piped up. She could see the cringe reaction from just touching someone. What had this guy done to her!? The anger towards that stranger quickly faded again as Julie got her to the other end of the kitchen and the both of them went through the back door. Ending up in a rather deserted alleyway, though the both of them could still hear the bustle of cars and foot traffic not too far away. At least Julie hoped Hailey would feel safe here. Luckily the cooks of the café were exactly like the cooks anywhere else. Which meant there were about three chairs in the back and a small table, upon which there was an ashtray with a literal mount of ash in it. “We can sit here, if you want. I doubt that guy saw us and even if he did, that kitchen won’t let him through.” Especially as she threw one of the cooks with a ‘Semper Fi’ tattoo a look her brother had taught her.

As Hebe did as she was advised and sat on one of the chairs - the cheap plastic of which was still wet from the eternal Seattle drizzle - the tears that had welled in her eyes began to spill over. Palms came up to brush them away but despite her best efforts, they kept on coming. “Y-you definitely think he didn’t see us?” She mumbled, her voice weary as she gave up on trying to stop her silent tears, head coming to rest between her hands. Hebe gripped at the roots of her long brunette hair, trying to will her shaking hands to stop. She opened her mouth to say something more but her mind was blank, hazy fear and panic lingering behind her line of vision, the sight of him still imprinted even now upon her gaze. He had been mere feet away from her, in a place he never would have gone to, and the goddess felt a deep pit of concern for why he had even been there in the first place.

“He definitely didn’t see us.” Julie said slowly but firmly. Yet it was a lie. She couldn’t really know if he had seen them or not, she had her back to him. But she wasn’t about to tell the panicking girl that. So Julie just feigned certainty, though she hated having to lie. Still, the promise didn’t seem to calm the girl down. In fact it looked like she was crumbling where she sat. Slowly Julie put a hand on her shoulder first, to see if she would flinch from the touch.

“Okay...” Hebe let out a deep sigh, one that would’ve threatened to turn into a sob if she hadn’t swallowed it down. At the feeling of a gentle touch on her shoulder, she looked up, before suddenly wrapping her arms around the woman. “Thank you.” She mumbled, still clinging onto Julie tightly, their close proximity causing her tears to wet the mortals dress. “Y-you must think I’m really weird...” The goddess let out a forced laugh, shaking her head at herself. Once her episodes of panic had been often and overwhelming but time had soothed her, terror mainly striking her at night and in her dreams, pulling her to a waking state. But now they had become frequent again and she felt a deep tinge of embarrassment for how weak she was being.

“I don’t think you’re weird.” Julie said as she firmly embraced the girl. Holding one arm on her back while with the other hand she gently brushed Hailey’s hair. She did think something terrible had happened. Few things could set a person off like that and none of them could be rationalized in Julie’s mind. “I just think you’re afraid of someone. It’s okay. It’s all okay.” She kept quiet as she held Hailey, letting the hug comfort her for just as long as she wanted. For a second she opened her mouth to say something, but still decided against it. Alex never told her about Hailey’s panic attacks but he would’ve if he knew. If she were being honest, she didn’t want to keep that secret. She wanted to get on the phone to Alex right now and explain everything. He often looked like a softy, but he could get things done. He could help. Still, as Julie held Hailey she knew she couldn’t breach the girl’s trust and she didn’t want to pressure the girl right now.

Even Hebe, who loved the familiar embrace of others, knew it was strange that she was clinging to this woman so fiercely. But having someone…anyone around was more than she’d had in the last five years. Not that her friends wouldn’t want to offer her comfort but she daren’t let her emotions spill out in front of them, for fear that they would ask one too many questions. The goddess had always figured it was better to try ignore it. She was immortal after all...the pain had to go away eventually. Right?

Eyes, through the hazy screen of tears glanced back towards the kitchen, heart lurching into her throat as the door suddenly swung open, banging loudly against the dirty brick wall. The smell of baked goods wafted through the air, only adding to the lingering nausea that she felt in her stomach, and she fought back the urge to throw up when a figure stepped into the narrow alleyway. Trying, and failing somewhat to hide behind Julie, Hebes pounding heart only ceased a little when she saw that it was just a kitchen porter lugging a bag of garbage next to the already overflowing cans. Staring at him warily, tears still flowing down her cheeks, her grip tightened around Julie's jacket. He barely seemed to notice them, grumbling something about not getting paid enough before storming back into the cafe.

After several moments, she looked up at the woman. “Could- could we walk somewhere else?” She breathed quietly, looking around the alleyway as if he would just pop up behind them at any moment. “If you have to go though that’s fine. I-I can get a taxi home…” Hebe desperately hoped she didn’t have to, or want to leave, the contact of another being the only thing that was stopping her from crumbling completely, but she also didn’t want to make her feel like she had to stay.

When the door flung open Julie cursed internally. Did the cook fail her? Her hand instinctively went into her handbag as she looked back. Only to see someone throw a bag of garbage in the bin. Muttering something Julie couldn’t care for. But it had a clear effect on Hailey. She wasn’t improving. “Yes, yes we can go anywhere you want.” Julie said as she wrapped her arm back around the girl, walking away from the backdoor and keeping an eye out along the street as they walked. Making sure that guy, whoever he was, wasn’t around. At first Julie just walked a few blocks with Hailey, hoping it would calm her down. Her phone was exploding in her pocket though. Probably irate calls of her manager demanding why she cancelled a photoshoot meeting on such short notice. That didn’t matter right now. “And just so you know.” Julie suddenly said. “I’m not going to tell Alex.” Not unless Hailey wanted her to.

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

Sköll, Bringer of Day

S K Ō L L , O N E T H A T C H A S E S T H E S U N
S K Ō L L , O N E T H A T C H A S E S T H E S U N

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx HUMAN 𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗦 Samuel 'Sammy' Wolff 𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 23-25 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗥 Firefighter	𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 Happy-go-lucky & carefree Courageous & selfless Caring & dependable 𝑩𝑨𝑫 Careless & gullible Messy & disorganised Absentminded & forgetful 𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 Sköll lives each day as it comes, preferring not to think too far in the future. This is not to say that he has no dreams, but rather these are simple ones such as a desire to one day eat a whole chocolate cake in ten minutes, or to save twenty cats from trees that year. 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 Sköll fears once again being in his wolf-form. Not because he did not like it but because of being forced to do a duty he would rather not. He also really doesn't want to have to eat the sun...even if it does look kind of tasty sometimes. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx	xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx DEITY 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗬 Sköll 𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 One that chases the sun 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗢𝗡 Norse

𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬

Sköll and his brother Hati were born as the twin pups of the great wolf Fenrir. Sköll's name means "treachery" in Old Norse, while Hati's name means "Hater". When Fenris was chained, Hati and Sköll were the only ones who came to defend him. Loki and Angrboda themselves did not interfere, knowing the necessity of the binding, but his young sons tumbled forth in a vain attempt to free their father. Instead, they were captured by the Aesir, and Odin put them to use, bespelling them as he had bespelled the Great Snake. Sunna and Mani had often been known to dawdle or change their course, which meant that the days and nights were not always dependable and on time. There had been complaints about this from many mouths, and so Odin put the two wolves into the sky as a way to make the chariots run on time, as it were. Sköll was bespelled to chase Sunna's chariot as a dog herds sheep, keeping it to its path, and Hati was similarly charged with herding Mani's dog-cart. While they do not spend all of their time in the sky - when the Sun and Moon are on time and stick to their schedules, the wolves can run free on the earth below - if either sky-etin is late, they are lifted into the sky to do their job.

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬

All Sköll had ever known was being a wolf, so when the fall happened and he was turned into a human, the god found himself utterly confused. There was so little hair and they expected him to walk on two legs! But eventually, he learnt to adapt to this new form. When he hadn't been chasing after Sunna's chariot, Sköll had always enjoyed prancing around the earth, playing with mortals and just having fun, and he was happy to discover that this was even more enjoyable in his new human form. Sköll wouldn't be able to exactly explain what he's done over the last couple of millennia (it's all an excitable blur) but it mostly involved partaking in general merrymaking and doing odd jobs to keep himself afloat.

Sköll had always been confused by his 'job' chasing Sunna. Sometimes he forgot that it was a role that had been forced upon him, and at other times he thought that he was chasing the chariot because he was in love with her. Of course Hati was always there to remind him of how mean Odin had been to them, and he would remember that he was just meant to be trying to eat the sun. Yet when he became earthbound, Sköll found himself missing the familiar heat of the sun. Craving such intensity again, he eventually stumbled into applying for a job as a firefighter, and he instantly loved it. He got to run around, save people, and be near that fiery blaze that he so missed. Sköll has happily continued his work as a firefighter for the last few decades, although he has several other hobbies too...not limited to surfing (which he has tried and failed to do in the Elliot Bay), singing & playing guitar (he plays a couple of gigs a week at a local bar), and baseball (he just likes running).

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

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Sweet Reconciliations

_{Casa De Acropolis, Seattle}

Herc & Hebe (ft. Coco)

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_{a @Danvers & @metanoia collab, ft @KZOMBI3}

He raised a visible eyebrow at Comus. Heracles tried to figure out what her plan was and more specifically, how she thought he was going to believe that she didn’t mean to tip over the table. Whether or not this was a play to prevent from losing and, in the process, sabotaging the deal they made, mattered the least to Heracles right now. Even he, someone so dense like him, could pick up on the not-so-subtle changes Hebe was showing. Granted, it did take a bit longer for him to notice, but once he did, he walked with her to a slightly less noisy part of the loft, which took the form by the sink in the second kitchen out of the main party stage.

As he ran a kitchen towel under some water, he handed it to Hebe, offering her a smile in hopes she would be more receptive to it than how she was to how out of control he became. “Here, this should help.”

“Thanks.” Smiling back, Hebe took the towel, beginning to dab at the spots of beer that had splashed spectacularly across her outfit. “And I thought I was the clumsy one…” Shaking her head, a small laugh escaped her lips, the gentle sound tinkling across the space between them. Being alone with him brought the nerves rushing back and Hebe found herself gripping onto the towel, eyes focusing anywhere but directly on his face. Inwardly she cursed herself, wishing she were more like...well more like Coco. _{For gods sake Hebe. It’s not like he’s a stranger…}

It seemed obvious to her that Heracles would prefer to be in the throng of the party, rather than stand idle in the kitchen with her. The buzz of drunken excitement though quieter, was still audible from over here, music and raucous laughter echoing throughout the large loft. “You should go back to the party! You are the host after all.” She blurted out after a moment's silence, gaze moving over to where she could see a mortal drunkenly trying to do a handstand…or maybe it was a cartwheel. It really was difficult to tell amidst the inebriated tangle of limbs. “I’m okay. I’ll just wait for this to dry…” Hebe pulled a face as she looked down at the oversized t-shirt. She was going to stink of beer for the rest of the night. Maybe Hel would have some perfume in her bag or something…she seemed like she would be organised like that.

He brushed off her suggestion for him to go back to the party. “I’m sure they’ll survive without me.”

Truth be told, Heracles didn’t want to go anywhere. Maybe it was the guilt he suddenly felt for possibly triggering something for her, which he still didn’t understand but Heracles had enough awareness to know that much. Besides, if he was earnest with himself, having some time with her away from the chaos of the party was a reward in its own right.

Looking down at her shirt, he tried not to stare but Heracles had wandering eyes and the silhouette the beer made on her chest was a point of interest for those eyes of his; though he quickly brought them up to hers, finding the selectively absent control he rarely had. “I’m sorry, your shirt is ruined.” He frowned for a moment until a lightbulb of an idea went off and he began undoing the buttons of his shirt, unpromptedly taking it off and handing it to her. “Here, you can wear this until your shirt dries. I mean, obviously not here, but you can use the bathroom down the hall if you want.” He offered her a comforting smile, hoping the gesture meant something.

Chestnut eyes widened as Herc suddenly pulled off his shirt, heart racing at the sight before her. She had not expected him to do that. “What-Herc you don’t have to-I’ll be, I-…okay.” Hebe stammered, a blush flaring uninvited upon her cheeks. Despite herself, she was unable to stop her gaze from roving over his bare chest, eyes lingering for a moment too long on those well-earned muscles. Somehow she’d forgotten just how well..hot, he was. “I-I’ll just be a minute.” Not wanting him to see how easily embarrassed she had become, Hebe quickly grabbed the shirt from his hands before rushing off to the bathroom.

They had been gone for quite some time and Coco was getting restless catering to the whims of the mortals that surrounded her. It was intoxicating for a time, being the centre of attention, but it was only because of her 'drunken performance' and she was done playing actress. Pushing herself up from her seated position, one that was forced upon her by someone or another, she went off in search of her cousin and party brethren. Coming around the corner to the kitchen she could hear the two of them conversing lowly with each other. A warm smile spread across her face as their conversation ebbed and flowed as easily as drink from the very cups she poured for her father.

_{’Where is the old man… haven’t seen him since the meeting…} the imprint on her shoulder from the grip of Hades was still throbbing if she dwelled on it for too long, luckily the bruise was covered by her shirt dress. With her father on her mind, as well as the previous knowledge of the conclave coming back to bring down her spirits, Coco took off in search of Dionysus in hopes of preoccupying her demons; just for the night.

A couple of minutes later the goddess of youth returned, looking utterly out of her comfort zone. As she wandered into the kitchen, she placed her own crumpled up t-shirt on the side before leaning awkwardly against the counter. It felt strange to be wearing a piece of his clothing, although she couldn’t help but enjoy the woody scent of cologne and pine that drifted up from it. “So er...how does it look? Totally instagram worthy right?” Hebe nervously joked as she pulled at the bottom of the shirt. It was a little bit shorter than she’d like, only just stopping her from completely exposing herself, but it was at least still better than smelling like an alcoholic.

“Damn!” His voice trailed into an extended, low whistle. “You wear that better than I could ever.” And that was the honest truth of the matter. Hebe had always been a cutie. Dating all the way back to their Mount Olympus days, she was quite literally the shining gem of the Gods. Nobody held a candle to her unrivaled beauty, not Aphrodite nor any other love god. Fast forward several centuries later and all of those feelings he could have sworn were lost found themselves at the forefront of his mind once again. “Well, since you mentioned it, we should totally take a selfie!” He pulled his phone out of his back pants pocket and placed his left arm around her neck, holding the camera up. “Smileeeee!”

Hebes cheeks had once again become tinged with pink at his sweet compliment; though she didn’t have time to dwell on this for long as she found herself suddenly drawn close to him. Her body involuntarily flinched at the sudden contact, instinct willing her to pull away. And she nearly did but for the infectious energy that always surrounded the god of heroes. It instantly put her at ease and she reminded herself that it was fine. It was just Herc…no-one else. Pushing back any undesirable thoughts, a genuine smile lit up her features as he took the picture.

“Oh no, I look like such a dork there!” She found herself laughing as the photo popped up, pulling a face at the result. Without thinking her fingers came up to tap on the screen, swiping through a couple of options until a filter came up which gave them both adorable pink bunny ears. “Everything’s better with bunny ears…” She added happily, before suddenly realising that Herc probably wouldn’t enjoy such a thing. Or at least that’s what she’d been told many years ago. “Sorry…that’s stupid.”

Normally, he wouldn’t but seeing how her pure, innocent, absolutely intoxicating smile flashed as soon as the bunny ear filter came on the screen, Heracles went along with it. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt so free. Parties were one thing. They allowed him to let loose when he needed to, but whenever he was with Hebe, her mother and everyone else be damned, he was able to let go of preconceptions about himself. And, honestly, seeing her so happy and giddy and embrace that adorkable nature she’s always emoted had never made him happier.

“No, no it’s not stupid. I think it’s cute,” he said, offering her an assuring smile. “You’re cute.” He snuck a quick peck on the cheek while he was at it, not even realizing what he had done until he felt a warm, goosebump-like sensation crawl up his arms.

Her heart fluttered madly, unstoppably at his words, and it took her a moment to acknowledge the kiss. A hand reached up to her face, fingertips running softly over where his lips had been only moments ago. She knew the mere thought of such a thing would’ve once pushed her into a downwards spiral but now the action itself only sent butterflies into her stomach. It felt like a wave of fresh air, one that she hadn’t known she needed but one that enveloped her whole body. Part of her still wanted to sink into herself as she had been so prone to do recently, but another stronger part lit up at Hercs enthusiasm, happily following along.

“Mm, well you look pretty adorable yourself Heracles…” She teased, placing an emphasis on her use of his full name as she pointed to the selfie. “I wonder what your followers would make of this?” Slipping the phone from his hands, Hebe pretended to swipe onto his social media so she could upload the precious cargo.

“Yeah, same here,” he commented absentmindedly. It was only a few seconds later did he register what she meant. “Oh..oh.” Insert overused joke about Heracles being an idiot here. “I mean, I doubt they’ll be looking at me when you’re the real eye candy of this selfie.” He would note, bumping into her shoulder as gently as he could. Given her smaller frame, he didn’t want to hurt Hebe.

A giggle escaped her lips at his slip up, head tilting as she looked up at him. “You’re just being nice.” She said with a shake of her head. Hebe hadn’t been planning to actually upload it but seeing that he didn’t seem too concerned by the idea, she found herself shrugging her shoulders. A playful smile lit up her face when she had added the photo to his stories, shifting her body to lightly nudge him back. “There.” She said with an air of finality before passing the phone back to him.

After a brief series of moments spent looking at Hebe and how incredibly beautiful she was -- a thought Heracles entertained longer than originally intended -- he then thought about that text message just about everyone in the Pantheon he talked to on a regular basis received and how he was certain she did as well. And some ten seconds later, his thoughts focused on them and immediately blurted out, “so this might be out of the blue, but you know that ball that’s happening a couple of weeks? The ones the Romans are hosting?” The transition wasn’t something anyone would call subtle, but he ran with it. “Anyway, I usually avoid their events because they aren’t my cup of tea and I’d rather host another epic party like this one than get all dressed up.” _{Get to the point, Herc.} “Anyway, would you wanna be my date?”

Hebe, who had been distracted by the body heat radiating off the god — which was both intoxicating and comforting at once — found herself staring at Herc blankly when the question finally slipped from his lips. She'd been leaning into the warmth but as confusion spread over her, she took a step back. Maybe she'd just misheard him or something. Surely he didn't want to go with her?

“Me? Are…are you sure?” She stammered nervously. The dizzying sensation of butterflies had crept back into her stomach once more and the goddess busied herself with looking at the pastel pink colour she’d painted onto her nails, not daring to look up at his face. “I mean- I, well there must be loads of influencers and stuff who’d love to go with you…” Her voice trailed off, disappearing into nothing. What she really wanted to do was just say yes but somehow she found the word getting stuck in her throat. <sub>Dammit Hebe.

She’s not making this easy for me. Damn it.</sub> The thought came to him as he took her hands into his, partially so that she would know he was sure and so she could have a chance to take a breather. He maintained a fixated gaze on her, smiling to ease the worry that was clearly present on her face. “Yes I am absolutely sure. Listen,” he paused, taking a moment to find the words he needed. When he did, he continued, “spending the short time with you--” _{even if Comus was there, too} “--has made some stuff in the past come back up and I just wanna re-get to know you, Hebe.” He admitted with a delayed laugh. “And maybe I just want an excuse to see you again.” He shot her a wink.

Looking down at his hands, Hebe found herself focusing on them as he spoke, carefully taking in his words. After a few moments she willed herself to look back up at him, eyes moving over his face before returning his gaze. She could see the authenticity etched across his features. It was something she’d always admired about Herc. So many of the other gods would lie and trick but he had always been honest with her…at least as far as she knew.

“That’d be nice…” She eventually replied, head nodding gently. The idea that he wanted to get to know her again sent a burst of giddy excitement blooming in her chest, causing a smile to pull at the edges of her lips. “I’d love to go with you.” Without really thinking about it, her hands squeezed his gently, having no desire to let go. “I don’t usually go to balls either. But I guess it wouldn’t be too bad if you were there…” For what felt like the umpteenth time that evening, Hebe felt her face heating up again at her own words. It was amazing how easily he could both put her at ease and make her feel impossibly nervous.

“Though you do know you’re meant to dance at balls right?” She added quickly, a light laugh escaping her lips as she tried to ignore her reddening cheeks.

“Oh yeah, of course!” _{Great! Dancing, my single greatest foe behind fried stuff with cheese.} He gave her a light shrug and a smile. On the outside, he put on a brave front. On the outside, Heracles made it seem as though he knew how to dance. He had the confident smile of someone who knew what to expect, but none of that was the truth. Heracles could do a lot of things: pose for an infinite amount of selfies, shoot a table tennis ball into a solo cup while his back was turned. He could fight an army of Hades’ undead army, but what has avoided him like the plagues and flus has always been a simple one-two step art known as dance. He didn’t know why he couldn’t dance because fighting was just a harsher version of dancing, yet the only times he ever found himself doing it was when he was forced to. “But, it’s not like required, is it?” He asked, trying to casually weave in his inquiry while hoping his worst fear wouldn’t be forced upon him.

“You don’t know?” Unable to resist teasing him just a little, Hebe tried to contain the laugh that threatened to spill from her lips. Apart from the few bits and pieces she’d picked up from the sororities, Hebe barely knew how to dance herself, so she didn’t really expect anyone else to know how either. Though she couldn’t deny that it would be fun to see Herc try. The idea of having an excuse to be closer to him also made her want to give it a go, even if she knew that she’d be far from perfect at it. “Yeah it’s totally compulsory.” A grin spread across her face as she looked up. “The romans are really big on the whole dancing thing apparently…” Unable to go any further, a giggle finally slipped out, nose crinkling playfully at him.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine!” He wasn’t sure if that was the truth or not but some part of him needed it to be so. Dancing was a foe he didn’t want to tame unless he had a good reason. Maybe Hebe would be that reason.

The Sisters of the Dying Branch

Looking up from her seat on the rock as Charlie approached, Summer tried to feign disinterest, lifting up her nails to admire them before realising that she could barely see them in the darkness. She could hardly see the outline of her own hand, let alone the pastel coloured pink she had carefully applied to her nails only the night before. So sadly she was forced to focus her attention of him instead, eyebrows narrowing a little at his words. “I’m not sulking. I’m just choosing to distance myself from annoying little witches.” She offered him a sarcastic smile, eyes rolling at the thought.

“Why do you even care anyway? It’s not like we’re friends.” Summers words were blunt as her gaze lifted up to stare at him, eyes unflinchingly looking into his. Her look might be construed as predatory by some, her brash nature radiating off her in waves. “Like I said before, I don’t need anyone’s pity...” Letting out a small sigh, she looked at the bracelet which she still had clutched in her hands. Despite its unclean state she decided to slip it onto her wrist, a small pulse of magic washing over her body like a gentle breeze. Whether it was because of the familial bond or just because she was used to its presence, the bracelet always put her at ease.

Lips pursed at his question, instinct telling her that he was asking it for vindictive reasons. Maybe so he could make fun of her later or something. Eyes narrowed as she looked at him, trying to figure out what his motivation was. The guy had always been surprisingly nice to her. Maybe it was a British thing...she had heard that they were known for being polite. It seemed kind of stupid to her but the thought that he might actually be genuine, drew an answer from her lips.

“My father gave it to me. That’s all.” She said as she stood up, brushing down her bare legs where a few bits of dirt and foliage had clung to the freezing cold skin. Summer wasn’t sure whether Charlie knew about her father, he was relatively new to the coven after all, nor did she feel like going into the details. Not that she’d be able to. All she knew was that one day he had been there...and then the next he had been gone. Telling other people seemed a pointless exercise in self-pity.

“We should head back.” Summer finally admitted after a moment's silence, although her tone made it sound like it had been her idea all along. “I don’t really feel like getting killed by some stupid animal. I’ve heard there’s wolves hanging around here...” She added, walking into the darkness before Charlie could respond.

“Are you coming?” Her voice called out as she strolled into the dense gathering of trees, body soon disappearing amidst the foliage.

@KaijuBaragon

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

Nemesis, Goddess of Divine Retribution

N E M E S I S , G O D D E S S O F R E V E N G E
N E M E S I S , G O D D E S S O F R E V E N G E

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx HUMAN 𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗦 Nicolette 'Nikki' Anderson 𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 22 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗥 Bounty hunter	𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 Confident & self-assured High-spirited & playful Capable & quick-thinking 𝑩𝑨𝑫 Vindictive & wrathful Argumentative & bullheaded Stubborn & tenacious 𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 To balance the scales, and make gods & mortals alike pay for evil deeds and undeserved good fortune. 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 That she will never have a harem. To be completely alone. Despite her outwardly cocky and arrogant appearance, the goddess of revenge most fears being abandoned by all others. To be shunned by friends, family, lovers...that is the one thing she would most abhor. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx	xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx DEITY 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗬 Nemesis (a.k.a Rhamnousia) 'The Inescapable' 𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 Goddess of vengeful fate, rightful retribution and revenge 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗢𝗡 Greek

𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬

Daughter of Nyx & Erebus, Nemesis was a primordial deity & the goddess of vengeful fate, rightful retribution and revenge. She was a remorseless goddess who would show her wrath to any mortals that committed hubris or evil deeds. She was also known as Rhamnousia or Adrasteia, meaning 'one from whom there is no escape'. It was Nemesis who ensured an equal balance of happiness and sadness, as well as good and bad luck; because of this she would often have to deal with the consequences when Tyche, Greek goddess of Good Fortune, was too generous. Her most famous deed is that related to Narcissus. Seeing the handsome hunter Narcissus treat his admirers with contempt, Nemesis lured him to a pool where he saw and fell in love with his own reflection, eventually withering away and dying from being unable to look away from his own beauty.

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬

Whilst other gods wallowed in self-pity or succumbed to the vices of the mortal world, after the fall Nemesis continued as she always had done. Her purpose was to deliver revenge and retribution to both gods & mortals, and she would not let something as trivial as the Colossus stop her. Thankfully mortals still succumbed to as much hubris and sin as ever, and the goddess found herself drawn to wherever there were punishments to be doled out. She went on to have many jobs over the centuries, not limited to torturer, executioner and even a brief stint as a spy master (the fact that she had to disguise herself as a male to undertake these roles is still something that Nemesis begrudges greatly, and which she still complains about to this day).

Unfortunately Nemesis also found that mortals were apt to punish innocent people. Unhappy with such an imbalance, the goddess took it upon herself to turn the tables on those who would give out unjust retribution. Whether it be seeking revenge on witch hunters in Europe, pursuing Nazi collaborators after the World Wars, or joining Catherine de' Medici's infamous Flying Squadron. The latter is still one of her fonder memories...as one of nearly eighty ladies-in-waiting, Nemesis was particularly close with Isabelle de Limeuil, the two often working together to seduce the men at Court. And whilst most of the other ladies used their talents to seek information for political leverage, the goddess specialised in weeding out those amongst the nobility who would look to betray (or had already betrayed) the crown.

However as time moved on, so did the way that mortals viewed punishments, and such practices as torture became less acceptable. Having no desire to submit herself to the hands of the law, Nemesis eventually begun working as a Bounty Hunter. Unsurprisingly, she excelled in this field, eventually being given the nickname 'The Hound' by her fellow hunters due to how single-mindedly she would chase after criminals. In addition to this work, Nemesis has spent the last decade or so dabbling in work as a tattoo artist. Admittedly, some of her earlier work was...sketchy (pun intended) but she has developed her skill over the last few years, even doing some work on some of the other gods. She's most proud of the work she did on the Frat boys...mainly cause most of them were heavily intoxicated at the time and had a lovely surprise the next morning.

Extra: Dave

The Sisters of the Dying Branch

Summer, oblivious to the darkness that weighed heavy about her, charged into the forest, hands angrily brushing at branches that blocked her path. She ignored the feeling of the foliage as it swiped against her legs, leaving small scratches dotted about the skin of her calves. Nothing mattered apart from putting as much distance as possible between herself and the camp. If she saw Dakotas stupid little face again...well, she didn't know what she'd do.

Eventually though, the cold, that was creeping in to rest uncomfortably against her exposed skin, caused her to stop in her tracks, arms coming up to wrap around her chest as she realised how inappropriately she was dressed for her current predicament. Her summer dress had been a pretty choice for the garden party but for a traipse in a forest containing who knows what, it was possibly the worst thing she could be wearing.

“Shit...fuck...I hate this bullshit!” Summer raged as she kicked at a tree trunk in frustration, biting her lip at the pain that shot through her foot. As agitation ran through her body like wildfire, she brushed icy-cold fingers through her hair, trying to release a few of the knots that had tangled there. If her mother could see her in this state...well, she’d probably disown her. If her father could see her like this...well, he’d probably just laugh and tell her to stop being a dumbass. Just the mere thought of her father was enough to improve her mood, or at least to calm her enough that she could think sort of rationally. Smiling lightly at the memory of him, her attention was suddenly brought back to the present by the voice of another shouting out from amidst the darkness.

"I have a bracelet...I have your bracelet.”

Summer paused, her whole body still as she listened to his words. It took her a few moments but eventually she was able to recognise the voice as Jean-Lucs. A small bloom of gratefulness began to gather in her chest. Was he actually being kind to her? It was more than anyone else had done. Or it had been...until he mentioned pity. Who did he think he was? The last thing she wanted was anyone feeling sorry for her. To be hated, despised, envied. All of that would be preferable to pity. “You can take your pity and shove it up your ass!” The teen yelled back as a new wave of frustration overcame her, voice penetrating like a knife through the heavy silence.

After a moment of standing there, Summer, despite her words, began to look for her bracelet. She expected it to be on the ground and had been wholly unprepared for it to suddenly land in front of her, as if god himself had tossed it from the heavens. Crouching down to retrieve it, she looked up just in time to see an owl flying past, wings gliding silently through the cool air. “Weird...” She commented as she squinted her eyes to look at the delicate piece of jewellery. She couldn’t see very well in the near pitch-black but it didn’t look too damaged...or at least not so bad that she wouldn’t be able to fix. Clutching it to her chest, Summer released a breath she hadn’t realised she’d been holding. She had it back and she was never letting go of it again.

Still standing there clutching the bracelet, Summer had to bite back a scream as three figures suddenly appeared from amidst the trees, at first being unable to recognise their dimly lit forms. She’d been so caught up in her own thoughts that she hadn’t taken notice of their approaching footsteps. Her eyes glanced over them impassively as they spoke, offering what anyone else would take as words of comfort. Charlie she could understand being there, maybe. But Jeremy she’d only just met and Kate...well, they’d never exactly seen eye-to-eye. It seemed strange to her that they would seek her out, just so they could make sure she was okay. Afterall, that’s not something she would’ve done.

“Fuck off...” Summer muttered halfheartedly, arms moving to fold against her chest. “I don’t need your help, or your pity.” Deep brown eyes rolled at the last word, a small bitter laugh escaping from her throat. “I’m perfectly fine on my own, thank you very much. Now if you don't mind...I’m off to find a tree to sleep in.”

Internally Summer cringed at the idea of having to sleep in a tree. Not only would it be incredibly uncomfortable but it was also likely to ruin her clothes even further. It was still better than returning to the camp though, so she promptly turned on her heel, striding off in the opposite direction to the trio. She didn’t get far though, before she had walked into a very large and very annoying rock. Letting out a yelp of pain, she crouched down to clutch her foot, which was now aching for the second time that night. “Damn it...” Summer muttered as she moved to sit herself down on the offending rock, no longer caring that she was getting both herself and her clothes extremely dirty. "Stupid wilderness..."

@Hitman @Rabidporcupine @sassy1085 @KaijuBaragon

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

Pluto, Giver of Wealth

P L U T O , G O D O F W E A L T H
P L U T O , G O D O F W E A L T H

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx HUMAN 𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗦 Paxton 'Pax' Kingsbury 𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 36 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗥 Being a rich ass bitch (& founder of Aureus)	𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 Passionate Ambitious Charismatic Resolute 𝑩𝑨𝑫 Reckless Unruly Stoic Unyielding 𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 Perhaps Plutos true ambition, like his true fear, remains an enigma to most. However on the surface he craves only wealth, his thirst for money & consequently power, seemingly having no bounds. He would like to lie and say he has no ambition for Rome to once more reach its lofty heights, however this would be untrue. Yet to serve under another, to be cast back to a realm as dreary & lifeless as the underworld, this is something which he will never agree to. 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 Pluto is a man that likes to deny the concept of fear itself. To be trapped, to die, to be destitute. He would refute the idea that any of these bother him. Of course, his true fear is one that he would never share with any other living soul. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx	xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx DEITY 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗬 Pluto (a.k.a Dis Pater) 𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 God of Wealth and The Dead. Unwilling Lord of the Underworld. 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗢𝗡 Roman

𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬

Before he was Pluto, the Roman god was known as Dis Pater ('wealthy father'), a chthonic god of riches, fertile agricultural land, and underground mineral wealth. When he became charged with ruling the underworld he also became known as god of the dead, and took on the name of Pluto. He ruled the underworld beside his wife, Proserpina. When Pluto was in the underworld, only oaths and curses could reach him, and people invoked him by striking the earth with their hands. Black sheep were sacrificed to him, and those who performed the sacrifice averted their faces.

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬

Unlike many of the other gods, Pluto was little perturbed by their fall. Sure, the loss of power was annoying and having to watch the fall of Rome was, well, also annoying. But apart from that, he cared little. His role as Lord of the Underworld was one that had unwillingly been thrust upon him and one that he was happy to be cast away from. It allowed him to instead focus on what he had always felt was his true domain - wealth.

To procure wealth was something that always came naturally to Pluto. It was easy for him to join the ranks of high society and what would eventually become known as 'old money'. Pluto dabbled in whatever seemed the most lucrative at the time - whether it be selling gunpowder during the American Civil War, helping to build the railroads, delving into the shipping industry, or just making well timed investments. He had a knack for spotting which opportunities would make him the most money and as such was never found lacking. But as the world changed, and how money was traded did too, Pluto was required to look into less tactile forms of procuring it. The creation of the term Hedge fund is often attributed to one Alfred W. Jones, however Pluto maintains that he was the one who gave him the grand idea in the first place. Regardless, in the 1950's he set up what would eventually be known simply as Aureus. Renowned for its secretive, yet highly successful nature, Aureus quickly became one of the leading hedge fund management companies, and has retained this status until this day.

Throughout all of this, Pluto had developed a rather volatile relationship with mortals. Living souls were apparently a lot more...demanding, than the dead, and he found that they easily wore on his nerves. Of course it was a necessary evil that he had to work (and play) with them, but there has been several occasions where he has lost his patience and done things that may not be construed favourably by the authorities. None of this was usually any bother though, being rich and a god meant that he was easily able to cover up any discretions. Sometimes he wasn't able to get away scot-free, and found himself spending the odd year or two in jail, but it was nothing that particularly concerned him. Afterall, what is time to an immortal being besides something to watch pass by?

TW violence/murder

Over the centuries Pluto had become close friends with a certain beautiful Norse goddess. The two had their own lives and their own sins to chase after, yet he always found himself being drawn back to her. It was nothing more than friendship (or at least that's what the Roman god would say), yet when he found out that some mortal had dared to stalk her, dared to go near her, he promptly lost his shit. Looking back on it, walking into a crowded restaurant and shooting someone point blank in the head, probably wasn't his finest moment. But it had been done and of course, escaping prison would not be so easy this time.

Due to the handiwork of some very skilled lawyers, Pluto only had to serve a sentence of a trivial sixteen years (though he may have had a couple of years added for bad behaviour). It would be a mere blink of an eye. Prison was never something that bothered the roman god, infact it kind of reminded him of being in the Underworld, except he got to fight play with mortals and eat what was definitely more questionable food. Of course being in prison doesn't lend well to being the head of a major and thriving company so Pluto decided to step down as the CEO, instead maintaining his role solely as the major shareholder. It allowed him to still be earning money even from behind the not so pretty bars of a jail cell.

Generally things were running smoothly until the Colossus was moved to Seattle. Luckily for him, a certain goddess warned him of this, and he was able to look into getting himself moved to a more suitably located prison. Unluckily for him, the court system is slow as balls, and Pluto slipped into a coma for several weeks before he was finally relocated to King Country Correctional Facility. All in all, Pluto thinks he got a rather amusing anecdote out of the whole debacle. Now he's looking forward to the end of his sentence, which is due to finish in 2020...and to the time in which he will be free once more.

Also Pluto's house for a little extra.

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Nemesis, Goddess of Divine Retribution

N E M E S I S , G O D D E S S O F R E V E N G E
N E M E S I S , G O D D E S S O F R E V E N G E

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx HUMAN 𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗦 Nicolette 'Nikki' Anderson 𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 22 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗥 Bounty hunter	𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 Confident & self-assured High-spirited & playful Capable & quick-thinking 𝑩𝑨𝑫 Vindictive & wrathful Argumentative & bullheaded Stubborn & tenacious 𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 To balance the scales, and make gods & mortals alike pay for evil deeds and undeserved good fortune. 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 That she will never have a harem. To be completely alone. Despite her outwardly cocky and arrogant appearance, the goddess of revenge most fears being abandoned by all others. To be shunned by friends, family, lovers...that is the one thing she would most abhor. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx	xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx DEITY 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗬 Nemesis (a.k.a Rhamnousia) 'The Inescapable' 𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 Goddess of vengeful fate, rightful retribution and revenge 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗢𝗡 Greek

𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬

Daughter of Nyx & Erebus, Nemesis was a primordial deity & the goddess of vengeful fate, rightful retribution and revenge. She was a remorseless goddess who would show her wrath to any mortals that committed hubris or evil deeds. She was also known as Rhamnousia or Adrasteia, meaning 'one from whom there is no escape'. It was Nemesis who ensured an equal balance of happiness and sadness, as well as good and bad luck; because of this she would often have to deal with the consequences when Tyche, Greek goddess of Good Fortune, was too generous. Her most famous deed is that related to Narcissus. Seeing the handsome hunter Narcissus treat his admirers with contempt, Nemesis lured him to a pool where he saw and fell in love with his own reflection, eventually withering away and dying from being unable to look away from his own beauty.

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬

Whilst other gods wallowed in self-pity or succumbed to the vices of the mortal world, after the fall Nemesis continued as she always had done. Her purpose was to deliver revenge and retribution to both gods & mortals, and she would not let something as trivial as the Colossus stop her. Thankfully mortals still succumbed to as much hubris and sin as ever, and the goddess found herself drawn to wherever there were punishments to be doled out. She went on to have many jobs over the centuries, not limited to torturer, executioner and even a brief stint as a spy master (the fact that she had to disguise herself as a male to undertake these roles is still something that Nemesis begrudges greatly, and which she still complains about to this day).

Unfortunately Nemesis also found that mortals were apt to punish innocent people. Unhappy with such an imbalance, the goddess took it upon herself to turn the tables on those who would give out unjust retribution. Whether it be seeking revenge on witch hunters in Europe, pursuing Nazi collaborators after the World Wars, or joining Catherine de' Medici's infamous Flying Squadron. The latter is still one of her fonder memories...as one of nearly eighty ladies-in-waiting, Nemesis was particularly close with Isabelle de Limeuil, the two often working together to seduce the men at Court. And whilst most of the other ladies used their talents to seek information for political leverage, the goddess specialised in weeding out those amongst the nobility who would look to betray (or had already betrayed) the crown.

However as time moved on, so did the way that mortals viewed punishments, and such practices as torture became less acceptable. Having no desire to submit herself to the hands of the law, Nemesis eventually begun working as a Bounty Hunter. Unsurprisingly, she excelled in this field, eventually being given the nickname 'The Hound' by her fellow hunters due to how single-mindedly she would chase after criminals. In addition to this work, Nemesis has spent the last decade or so dabbling in work as a tattoo artist. Admittedly, some of her earlier work was...sketchy (pun intended) but she has developed her skill over the last few years, even doing some work on some of the other gods. She's most proud of the work she did on the Frat boys...mainly cause most of them were heavily intoxicated at the time and had a lovely surprise the next morning.

Extra: Dave

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Sköll, Bringer of Day

S K Ō L L , O N E T H A T C H A S E S T H E S U N
S K Ō L L , O N E T H A T C H A S E S T H E S U N

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx HUMAN 𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗦 Samuel 'Sammy' Wolff 𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 23-25 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗥 Firefighter	𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 Happy-go-lucky & carefree Courageous & selfless Caring & dependable 𝑩𝑨𝑫 Careless & gullible Messy & disorganised Absentminded & forgetful 𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 Sköll lives each day as it comes, preferring not to think too far in the future. This is not to say that he has no dreams, but rather these are simple ones such as a desire to one day eat a whole chocolate cake in ten minutes, or to save twenty cats from trees that year. 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 Sköll fears once again being in his wolf-form. Not because he did not like it but because of being forced to do a duty he would rather not. He also really doesn't want to have to eat the sun...even if it does look kind of tasty sometimes. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx	xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx DEITY 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗬 Sköll 𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 One that chases the sun 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗢𝗡 Norse

𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬

Sköll and his brother Hati were born as the twin pups of the great wolf Fenrir. Sköll's name means "treachery" in Old Norse, while Hati's name means "Hater". When Fenris was chained, Hati and Sköll were the only ones who came to defend him. Loki and Angrboda themselves did not interfere, knowing the necessity of the binding, but his young sons tumbled forth in a vain attempt to free their father. Instead, they were captured by the Aesir, and Odin put them to use, bespelling them as he had bespelled the Great Snake. Sunna and Mani had often been known to dawdle or change their course, which meant that the days and nights were not always dependable and on time. There had been complaints about this from many mouths, and so Odin put the two wolves into the sky as a way to make the chariots run on time, as it were. Sköll was bespelled to chase Sunna's chariot as a dog herds sheep, keeping it to its path, and Hati was similarly charged with herding Mani's dog-cart. While they do not spend all of their time in the sky - when the Sun and Moon are on time and stick to their schedules, the wolves can run free on the earth below - if either sky-etin is late, they are lifted into the sky to do their job.

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬

All Sköll had ever known was being a wolf, so when the fall happened and he was turned into a human, the god found himself utterly confused. There was so little hair and they expected him to walk on two legs! But eventually, he learnt to adapt to this new form. When he hadn't been chasing after Sunna's chariot, Sköll had always enjoyed prancing around the earth, playing with mortals and just having fun, and he was happy to discover that this was even more enjoyable in his new human form. Sköll wouldn't be able to exactly explain what he's done over the last couple of millennia (it's all an excitable blur) but it mostly involved partaking in general merrymaking and doing odd jobs to keep himself afloat.

Sköll had always been confused by his 'job' chasing Sunna. Sometimes he forgot that it was a role that had been forced upon him, and at other times he thought that he was chasing the chariot because he was in love with her. Of course Hati was always there to remind him of how mean Odin had been to them, and he would remember that he was just meant to be trying to eat the sun. Yet when he became earthbound, Sköll found himself missing the familiar heat of the sun. Craving such intensity again, he eventually stumbled into applying for a job as a firefighter, and he instantly loved it. He got to run around, save people, and be near that fiery blaze that he so missed. Sköll has happily continued his work as a firefighter for the last few decades, although he has several other hobbies too...not limited to surfing (which he has tried and failed to do in the Elliot Bay), singing & playing guitar (he plays a couple of gigs a week at a local bar), and baseball (he just likes running).

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

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HEBE

_{SOMEWHERE IN SEATTLE}

MOOD: NOT AGAIN

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☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆
A twilight breeze. The smell of summer
Familiar ageless lands
Tall grasses keep her safe; if only for a moment
But hiding is not easy
And shadows reach where light cannot
Hands rise up to clasp
to claw
to…

Hebes eyes suddenly blinked open, the cold metal of the elevator reminding her of where she was. She thought she'd only shut them for a second, enough time to try and slow her racing thoughts. Yet an unimpressed figure now stood in front of her, arms crossed rigidly across his chest. It wasn’t clear how long he'd been there but she could tell that he was mere moments away from tossing her to the curb. Opening his mouth as if to chastise her, before he could utter a breath, she had cut him short. "I'm so sorry!" The words escaped her lips in a strangled sob as she lurched to her feet, small frame brushing past the stiff board of a man that was the Maître d’Hôtel of L’Atelier Du Rhöne.

Swerving past a couple of finely dressed diners, who had equal looks of perplexion etched across their faces, she darted out of the building. Ares’ words ran through her mind like bullets, one barely having passed through before the next took its place. _{Why was he here? Why now? What could he possibly want?} He had turned her dreams to nightmares, and now her nightmares to life once more. Life was short for mortals and she had expected that the inevitable passing of years would be enough time to remove her from his mind. All she wanted to do was forget but apparently even that was impossible.

The weary goddess began to walk, mind so clouded with fear and worry that she barely took note of where she was headed. There was no way she could go back to her dorm, so instead she focused on putting one foot in front of the other, each step feeling like a heavy weight. She could only tell she was crying, once more, by the looks of concern that strangers by sent in her direction, unwittingly ignoring the few who reached out to ask if she was okay. How many times had she done so this week? For her brother, for herself, for something else which she wasn't quite certain of. It made her want to shed tears again when she realised how weak, how fragile she must look. It wasn't as if the other gods didn't have their struggles too but only she seemed to be unable to bear her burden. Even mortals could cope in times where she was just apt to drown in her own tears.

Eventually, and without knowing how much time had passed, she reached a secluded park...one that looked like it had seen better days. The grasses grew tall, weeds sprouting up amongst the few isolated flowers, and a children's playground was filled with rusting, half-broken equipment. Ignorant to her grungy surroundings, Hebe took a seat on one of the swings, legs mindlessly swaying beneath her.

"Oh Virtus, I'm so sorry about all of this." Reaching towards her companion, she ran her fingers gently through the fur at the nape of her neck. Hebe couldn't help but feel a bloom of gratitude towards Mars, for asking her to take care of his beloved pet on this day. Of course he could have no idea how much she would need the canines presence, but she was thankful nonetheless. "This is just between you and me okay? It's our little secret." She managed a weary smile, one which only reminded her of her aching head, as she raised a finger to press gently atop Vivis nose. "Boop. Gotcha nose!" Laughing softly at the stupidity of her action, her own nose crinkled in a brief moment of delight as Virtus' tongue reached up to lap at her finger. Animals were so pure and unconditional. It was soothing to be around them and she couldn’t help but be reminded of all the hours she had spent playing with her father's eagles atop the summit of Mount Olympus.

Looking fondly down at Vivi, Hebe moved to pull her phone from her pocket — mind searching for something, anything to distract her as she slowly began to scroll through the wall of notifications. Shaky fingers passed over an image from the Snapchat group she’d been added to, a light giggle escaping her lips at the picture of Hermes' face, which was barely visible behind the two floof balls that were currently sat atop it. _{Always so silly Hermy.} Brushing a stray tear away from her cheek, she swiped until she landed on a familiar conversation. Coco. Part of her wanted to ask for her help and, cautiously, she began to type. 'Something happened...can we talk...i don’t know what to do.' Again and again she tried to will herself to send something but her trembling hands daren’t commit. Coco was also struggling in the aftermath of the conclave and it would be unfair to expect her to help with this too. Deleting her last few words, she wrote a new message, one which she felt much happier sending.

BFF 👩‍❤️‍👩
GL with your shoot! You’ll be awesome! 🥰😘 luv u xxx

It wasn’t a lot but it was better than nothing...

As the message sent, Hebe suddenly became aware of a presence behind her. She'd been too engrossed in her own thoughts to hear the rhythmical beat of footfalls and so, when she turned her head, a scream threatened to slip from her lips. Clasping a hand over her mouth, her heart began to race as she focused on the shock of blonde hair in front of her.

"Are you okay miss?" His voice slurred slightly as he spoke, the overtones of cheap booze evident in his speech patterns. The guy looked like he was probably homeless, one of the down & out struggling in Seattle’s hidden world. Raggedy oversized clothes hung off his body and he clutched a half empty cider bottle in his hand. Thankfully, it was also clear that he was definitely not Kyle, which was what instinct had first threatened to tell her and this was at least soothing enough to allow her to clamber to her feet. Managing a small nod as she began to back away fron the stranger, Hebe kept her eyes fixed on his precariously wobbly form. Despite his intoxicated state, he seemed nice enough, simply enquiring as to her wellbeing...but she was wary nowadays. Her mind would only tell her that if you could be betrayed by someone close to you...then what could a stranger do?

"Are you sure?" His voice was a nearly incoherent mumble as he reached a shaky hand towards her, prompting a small growl from Virtus.

"Yes, t-thank you-" Her own words came out in a stutter as she took off again, not daring to look back until she had turned onto a busy street. The hustle and bustle of everyday people going about their business was comforting and she eventually slowed down to a steady pace. Looking around, she realised she had no idea where she was. Surely it couldn't be any unreasonable distance from the restaurant but still, she felt a sudden desire to rush home, to be away from this place. Well, not home. But at least she could drop Virtus off and then figure things out from there. She hoped so anyway...

_{Mentions: Ares @Legion02, Mars @Gothelk Coco@KZOMBI3}