eclecticwitch

By the gods... (Norse Mythology in modern times rp)

Okay, I was waiting in the hopes that someone would post a CS and I would know what to write. But I guess I need more information on what exactly you are looking for. In what way does the modern era play into this. How would you like this to go? Could you potentially post an example CS so that we can see how you would like this filled out? For like Odin maybe since no one will be playing him?@Dealdric

By the gods... (Norse Mythology in modern times rp)

Well, kiddos to you my friend.

Edit: Oh dear.. I wrote good instead of God. See, proof of point.

Prized Bride (A New Beginning)

Belle my darling, we are thinking of you in chat. I so wish you could join us. I'm sorry discord is such a butt head for you!

By the gods... (Norse Mythology in modern times rp)

You know, I didn't even notice I'd said good instead of goddess. Natural neural autocorrect. Good catch.

By the gods... (Norse Mythology in modern times rp)

Ooooh, you know I would be interested in Freya! Cat chariot ho!

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It was so relaxing and warm to be submerged in the bath. Around her candlelight flickered, giving the darkness a chance to dance. Bronzed fingers moved through the soapy water, ensuring her whole body would be clean. She lifted them, scooping up some of the bubbles and held them up to her lips. She blew causing them to either raise into the air or fall about in frothy disarray.

Breaking her silent requiem the stupid watch thing beeped from a nearby counter. It was calling her to action. Excitement gripped her stomach as she quickly raised herself from the bath. Lifting it up and fiddled with the object. Despite years of using it she still did not have the hang. She pressed a couple of buttons until she found the right one. "I will be right there," she said. Her accent was thick sounding similar to a Spanish accent but her 'S's were elongated and emphasis was put into 'K' and 'CH' sounds. Her vowels were rounded and lyrical.

"Oh... No, that's okay Yatzil." A voice came through the object. "You just.... relax today."

"Relax?" she demanded of the watch. "My help is always needed."

"Well, you see..." There was silence for a moment. "They are fighting robots! Technology. Its okay we understand, just... stay home." She wrinkled her nose and growled softly.

"Fine." Fighting whatever robots were sounded terrible. The only way she knew this was because they said the dreaded word. Technology. She tossed the watch aside and took the time to rinse off the bubbles from her body. Since she had nowhere to be she styled her hair in its usual loose waves and applied some eye make up. She suspected it had something to do with her last mission. It wasn't her fault she had decimated that cute little pharmacy down town. If that blaggard hadn't moved out of the way and let her hit him she would have never hit the building! What was she supposed to do with her time now?

Yatzil decided, even though she had just taken a bath, perhaps she would train. She blew out her candles and exited to the main part of the room. It was simple and surprisingly neat despite her energetic and chaotic nature. There were colours everywhere. In throw rugs of a tribal design, wall hangings and decoration. There were also candles placed about the room. When the hum and buzz of electric light became too much she would light these instead. For now, she used the lights normally. The only other technology in the room was a flat screen television she was supposed to use to watch the news. It had recently been changed out from her old tube television that she had just started getting used to. The flat screen was covered by a blue and green mandala decorated sheet. She had also recently received a new computer. From her old, big fat monitor style from the 80s to this flat, this thing she was terrified she would break. This too she had been hesitant to use and remained on a desk without having been turned on in months.

She threw on a pair of very small black shorts and wife-beater style tank beneath her Tower Grays. From a closet, she grabbed her oversized composite bow. It was nearly as tall as Yatzil. She had decorated it with coloured threads and feathers hung from either end. The arrows she made herself, slim wood and falcon feather. While Yatzil was conservative about new technologies she loved her composite bow. With a large grin on her face, she left her room and entered the gym.

Since the heroes had left, she could have full access to the space. She set up a couple of targets at one end of the gym and she stood at the other. Her first shot was off the mark, just outside of the center. The next hit dead center. Yes. Pulling back her bowstring again, she breathed in, breathed out, and let the arrow fly. It pushed the arrow at the center through the target and shattered it in the process. Beautiful.

Since she felt suitably warmed up she removed the grays and tossed them to the side. Her practice consisted of rolling, jumping and climbing things while loosing arrows at the targets. Most hit their marks. A couple had embedded themselves in the walls. Oops. Unfortunately her practice was cut short as Dawn called together a group of people for practice. The cat danced and Valor got scared. Typical. The whole thing looked like a zoo. She loved sweet, sweet chaos but this was too much. She sighed setting aside the bow and approached her fellow heroes.

"What is it that be going on here? Looks like party." A feral smile spread across her face as she tilted her head up toward Dawn. She placed her hands on her hips, cocking one toward him. "Want some help?" she inquired in a light, teasing purr.

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Ancient History

Name:

Yatzil

Alias:

Yatzil

Age:

Approximately 680 years old

Gender:

Female

Precautions:

A beautiful gold necklace with a jade cross. It keeps her abilities in check, dampening them.

Personality:

Yatzil is an individual who allows her instincts and feelings to guide her actions. If she wants to do something she will absolutely do it without a second to consider the ramifications. If it gives her pleasure, she sees no reason why not. Loud, opinionated, and fiery she does not care what others may think of her actions. She is quick to smile and laugh - though a lot of things may go over her head. Despite her strong personality she is easy to get along with. The sort of person who will take you by the hand and jump feet first into a situation, dragging you along.

When it comes to conflict or solving a situation she aims to just get the job done. No mulling and no second guessing herself. What she feels is the correct course of action is what she is going to do. She does not take direction well, though if she can be made to see reason she may follow along. She is happy to assist in other's schemes and is not impartial to practical jokes or tricks. Anything that can bring about fun and laughter.

She is not good with technology but is never embarrassed or shy about it. (Or about much of anything) Yatzil is attempting to learn these computer things but in the end prefer the old fashioned way of doing things. She takes things in stride and is not judgmental when it comes to others wants, dreams, or fears. She can be open and caring, almost motherly sometimes. While she will offer hugs and comfort she also takes a bit of the tough love route - occasionally manipulating situations in order to 'help' others learn for themselves.

She loves to drink, dance, and party. If she were allowed to leave the Tower you might often find her at a club or dive bar. She is quick to pick up games and is extremely competitive by nature. If she is going to do something she is going to do it right. No half-assing anything.

Powers/Abilities:

She is ageless due to a quick healing ability. her body is constantly rejuvenating itself, keeping her young and healthy. She has never been sick. While not immune to poisons, her body will pull her through no matter the amount given. She just will be laid up for weeks or months as her body processes. The same goes for wounds. She will not die but can be hurt to a point of needing to excessively repair herself, leaving her out of commission for long periods of time.

Yatzil uses blood to give herself buffs. The range and power of this "blood magic" (as she calls it) is dampened by the necklace. It works best when other's blood (and it must be human) is used but New Horizons generally frowns on that sort of thing so she must use her own. Painting symbols on her body allow different sort of "power-ups" - higher defensive capabilities, better eyesight, faster movement, etc. The time it is at its strongest is when she is menstruating, this giving her heightened defence and making her flesh harder to pierce, it also adds power to the symbols she would draw.

The gods gave her one last blessing and that is a siren's voice. She can lure the weak minded or those in a weakened state to do her bidding (within reason, nothing they might not already do) and a battle cry on the way into the fray may cause terror to rush through the veins of her enemy. She can also use her voice to calm someone who is agitated. It only works on human and other humanoid beings.

She is also skilled in using the bow and arrow as well as her preferred weapon, a Macuahuitl which looks like a cricket bat with obsidian blades placed along the edges.

Appearance:

While she would have been about average size during the time of her people, now she is comically short. She stands at about 4'7". She is lithe and well-muscled with a curvaceous/athletic build. She has long, thick black hair with a slight wave to it. While in battle she keeps it up in a high ponytail. Otherwise she usually wears it down. Her skin is sun kissed bronze with a few scars (from intense wounds) decorating her flesh to show she is battle worn. She also has tribal tattoos over her arms, chest, and back.

Her style of clothing she prefers is light and flowy. When outside of the Tower she tends to wear something warm as she is not accustomed to the climate. She keeps her room absurdly warm but can tolerate the general temperature of the Tower. She also likes to wear jewelry and feathers. Yatzil has discovered the ease with which she can apply modern make-up and will occasionally wear this as well. She enjoys decorating her body.

History:

When exactly she was born she does not quite remember. Her first memories were at the temple where her nearly decimated body was brought back to life by the grace of the gods after a particularly horrendous battle with a neighboring tribe. She figures she was likely born toward the beginning of the decline of the Mayan Empire. The priests brought her back as a weapon against their enemies, the gods giving her the strength and ability to defeat all who would oppose her. Her people both revered and feared her. She was something unnatural but kept them safe. (Likely the ceremony was coincidental to the awakening of a mutant ability)

Unfortunately, this only lasted so long until the Conquistadors came. There had been whispers that they were coming. They had wild beasts which could run as fast as a jaguar which they rode, stomping hooves and long manes. They carried weapons of fire and metal and wore plates to protect their bodies. Her village prepared for battle, setting up defenses. It was not enough. She watched in horror as the warriors she fought alongside were felled by the bullets. She fought wildly but in the end the barrage of bullets brought her down.

The Spaniards, unable to kill her, tortured her for weeks until. After two months of this constant physical torture and rape the Spaniards made an ally with a rival tribe. It was they who crafted the jade cross necklace for her and helped the Spaniards trap her in a sarcophagus, sealing it with a curse so that none may open it. She was buried in a temple deep within the jungle and forgotten. It wasn't until the 1930's that the sarcophagus was found. It was opened by an unfortunate hired hand who melted on the spot.

She saw the first rays of sunshine in what seemed an eternity. However, it was white man who freed her. She went into a rage, unable to understand their language. She attacked but this time her body was riddled by new, better bullets which once again put her down. Yatzil was carted off to the original instance of New Horizons where she learned English and what had transpired since her entombment. In learning she agreed to work for them for 200 years as thanks for freeing her. But once this time was up they would remove her necklace and allow her back into the world. She had no way of knowing that they intended to go back on this deal once the 200 years would be up.

Other:
She is one of the original members of New Horizon, but has never been given a leadership position due to her recklessness.
She still has a strong accent.
She has a lot of trouble using technology and tends to avoid it.
Prefers spicy to sweet foods.
She views all beings with supernatural powers as being "God-Kissed"

Theme Song

Relationship Chart

Wraith

I suppose it could be easy to describe him as a 'good boy'. Quiet. Polite. BORING. He doesn't say much and seems to prefer time to himself. This can be a dangerous habit, time alone. I worry he might become addicted to it. As the strange sort of family we are we all have to stick together and care for each other. I hope he doesn't drift away.

Onyx

Possibly our most adorable team member! I just want to scratch behind his ears and under his chin. You know, I wonder if he'll play with a laser pointer.

Shrike

A careful, sensitive soul. He has no patience for chaos. It just makes me want to tease him.... I was the one who kept moving the books. Don't tell though, otherwise anytime something goes wrong I might be to blame. I mean, I'm probably the one who did it but he doesn't need to know. We are on amicable terms.

Sleeper

Poor thing just needs a nap. We haven't had much contact so I can't say I have too formed an opinion of him. Seems like a sweet young man though. Probably more fun to do things with than Shrike. Not sure if I want to tease him or enlist him. We'll have to see.

Dawn

I think I get along well with this man. He is full of fervour and life. The justice thing is kinda strange but I suppose everyone has their own thing. If you want a fun and crazy time this is the kid to see. I enjoy his chaotic and reckless nature. He is caring too though, knowing when he steps on toes.

Victory

The calm voice of reason. She is the most adult person here and that includes me. I like her well enough, it's nice to have a more mature person around to chat with. Not everything has to be crazy all the time. It can just be mimosas and girl talk after all.

Witness

I haven't really decided yet. She seems to mostly keep to herself but I have seen her throw some sass around. What can I say, a girl who speaks her mind is a worthwhile person to know.

Jane

Aaaaah~ Beautiful and lovely Jane. Her energy and excitement are simply adorable. If I could do so without giving offence or getting sticky I would hug her. The most adorable until cat boy came along.

Draig

It must be an alien trait to be stand-offish and alone. I don't think he likes me much. Is it the way I dress? The crass nature I behave? But, I'll keep trying. Maybe one day soon we can be good buddies. Or perhaps always distant aquiantances.

Foo Dog

You mean like those lion dog statue things from China? Yeah, I've read a book. So what?

Elliot

She confuses me. One minute she will be all shy and boring and I just want to take her clubbing. And the next she is a purely sexual being. Not good for clubbing with friends. She has no inbetween. Poor thing needs to find balance.

Shift

*sighs* I don't even know to be honest. She seems like a sweet and lovely girl. Neurotic but lovely. I have two words for her - Exposure Therapy. One of these days I'll take her to the zoo and throw her in a lion pit. Maybe then she will get some guts.

Blizz

Wonderful friend. Great to enlist for trick playing. He is cold though. I hate the cold. But I like him better than I hate being cold so we are 'cool'.

Willow

When one has an intimate relationship with death, how is it they can be so... spineless. He is a sweet kid though, just needs a self-confidence boost I should think. My diagnosis... clubbing. Brings out the beast in us. All in all he is someone I should be glad to have on my side though.

Your Friendly Neighborhood Government Sanctioned Superheroes

I'm totes down with that. But if you want her to be part of a specific team I'm chill with that too. Feel free to throw her wherever you want!

Your Friendly Neighborhood Government Sanctioned Superheroes

Both! Since everything is so even right now and with her age I think it makes sense that she would go back and forth as needed?

Your Friendly Neighborhood Government Sanctioned Superheroes

Ancient History

Name:

Yatzil

Alias:

Yatzil

Age:

Approximately 680 years old

Gender:

Female

Precautions:

A beautiful gold necklace with a jade cross. It keeps her abilities in check, dampening them.

Personality:

Yatzil is an individual who allows her instincts and feelings to guide her actions. If she wants to do something she will absolutely do it without a second to consider the ramifications. If it gives her pleasure, she sees no reason why not. Loud, opinionated, and fiery she does not care what others may think of her actions. She is quick to smile and laugh - though a lot of things may go over her head. Despite her strong personality she is easy to get along with. The sort of person who will take you by the hand and jump feet first into a situation, dragging you along.

When it comes to conflict or solving a situation she aims to just get the job done. No mulling and no second guessing herself. What she feels is the correct course of action is what she is going to do. She does not take direction well, though if she can be made to see reason she may follow along. She is happy to assist in other's schemes and is not impartial to practical jokes or tricks. Anything that can bring about fun and laughter.

She is not good with technology but is never embarrassed or shy about it. (Or about much of anything) Yatzil is attempting to learn these computer things but in the end prefer the old fashioned way of doing things. She takes things in stride and is not judgmental when it comes to others wants, dreams, or fears. She can be open and caring, almost motherly sometimes. While she will offer hugs and comfort she also takes a bit of the tough love route - occasionally manipulating situations in order to 'help' others learn for themselves.

She loves to drink, dance, and party. If she were allowed to leave the Tower you might often find her at a club or dive bar. She is quick to pick up games and is extremely competitive by nature. If she is going to do something she is going to do it right. No half-assing anything.

Powers/Abilities:

She is ageless due to a quick healing ability. her body is constantly rejuvenating itself, keeping her young and healthy. She has never been sick. While not immune to poisons, her body will pull her through no matter the amount given. She just will be laid up for weeks or months as her body processes. The same goes for wounds. She will not die but can be hurt to a point of needing to excessively repair herself, leaving her out of commission for long periods of time.

Yatzil uses blood to give herself buffs. The range and power of this "blood magic" (as she calls it) is dampened by the necklace. It works best when other's blood (and it must be human) is used but New Horizons generally frowns on that sort of thing so she must use her own. Painting symbols on her body allow different sort of "power-ups" - higher defensive capabilities, better eyesight, faster movement, etc. The time it is at its strongest is when she is menstruating, this giving her heightened defence and making her flesh harder to pierce, it also adds power to the symbols she would draw.

The gods gave her one last blessing and that is a siren's voice. She can lure the weak minded or those in a weakened state to do her bidding (within reason, nothing they might not already do) and a battle cry on the way into the fray may cause terror to rush through the veins of her enemy. She can also use her voice to calm someone who is agitated. It only works on human and other humanoid beings.

She is also skilled in using the bow and arrow as well as her preferred weapon, a Macuahuitl which looks like a cricket bat with obsidian blades placed along the edges.

Appearance:

While she would have been about average size during the time of her people, now she is comically short. She stands at about 4'7". She is lithe and well-muscled with a curvaceous/athletic build. She has long, thick black hair with a slight wave to it. While in battle she keeps it up in a high ponytail. Otherwise she usually wears it down. Her skin is sun kissed bronze with a few scars (from intense wounds) decorating her flesh to show she is battle worn. She also has tribal tattoos over her arms, chest, and back.

Her style of clothing she prefers is light and flowy. When outside of the Tower she tends to wear something warm as she is not accustomed to the climate. She keeps her room absurdly warm but can tolerate the general temperature of the Tower. She also likes to wear jewelry and feathers. Yatzil has discovered the ease with which she can apply modern make-up and will occasionally wear this as well. She enjoys decorating her body.

History:

When exactly she was born she does not quite remember. Her first memories were at the temple where her nearly decimated body was brought back to life by the grace of the gods after a particularly horrendous battle with a neighboring tribe. She figures she was likely born toward the beginning of the decline of the Mayan Empire. The priests brought her back as a weapon against their enemies, the gods giving her the strength and ability to defeat all who would oppose her. Her people both revered and feared her. She was something unnatural but kept them safe. (Likely the ceremony was coincidental to the awakening of a mutant ability)

Unfortunately, this only lasted so long until the Conquistadors came. There had been whispers that they were coming. They had wild beasts which could run as fast as a jaguar which they rode, stomping hooves and long manes. They carried weapons of fire and metal and wore plates to protect their bodies. Her village prepared for battle, setting up defenses. It was not enough. She watched in horror as the warriors she fought alongside were felled by the bullets. She fought wildly but in the end the barrage of bullets brought her down.

The Spaniards, unable to kill her, tortured her for weeks until. After two months of this constant physical torture and rape the Spaniards made an ally with a rival tribe. It was they who crafted the jade cross necklace for her and helped the Spaniards trap her in a sarcophagus, sealing it with a curse so that none may open it. She was buried in a temple deep within the jungle and forgotten. It wasn't until the 1930's that the sarcophagus was found. It was opened by an unfortunate hired hand who melted on the spot.

She saw the first rays of sunshine in what seemed an eternity. However, it was white man who freed her. She went into a rage, unable to understand their language. She attacked but this time her body was riddled by new, better bullets which once again put her down. Yatzil was carted off to the original instance of New Horizons where she learned English and what had transpired since her entombment. In learning she agreed to work for them for 200 years as thanks for freeing her. But once this time was up they would remove her necklace and allow her back into the world. She had no way of knowing that they intended to go back on this deal once the 200 years would be up.

Other:
She is one of the original members of New Horizon, but has never been given a leadership position due to her recklessness.
She still has a strong accent.
She has a lot of trouble using technology and tends to avoid it.
Prefers spicy to sweet foods.
She views all beings with supernatural powers as being "God-Kissed"

Theme Song

I am happy to change anything! :)