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𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

Cu Chulainn, Hero of Ireland

Cu Chulainn , Hero of Ireland
Cu Chulainn , Hero of Ireland

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx HUMAN 𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗦 Conor McQuillan 𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 25 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗥 Police Officer/MMA Trainer	𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 Honorable Hardworking Protective Loyal 𝑩𝑨𝑫 Cocky Hot-Headed Blunt 𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 Cu Chulainn’s main ambition is to see the green shores of his home once more. To achieve this however he doesn't entirely care whether he is still a mortal or returned to his god status. Rather he just wishes to simply be able to watch over his people like he once did. 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 Given his previous life as a mortal Cu Chulainn mostly fears breaking his gessa’s once again. While such things may not affect him anymore he is not in the mood to test such a theory. Moreover, as a warrior, Cu Chulainn fears being forgotten with his fame and reputation being thrown to the wayside. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx	xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx DEITY 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗬 Cu Chulainn 𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 god of Heros and Battle 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗢𝗡 Celtic

𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬

Cu Chulainn or Sentante as he was once called was an impressive individual and famous for his many feats even in his youth. The most notable of these early achievements was the slaying of the beast of Chulainn. Having arrived late to dinner of which he had been invited to, hosted by the esteemed smith of king Conchobar, Sentante was attacked by the massive guard dog. Mistaking the hound for a wild Beast Sentante wrestled the great creature to the ground killing it in the process. Feeling sorry for the death of the smith's guard dog Sentante swore servitude to both the smith and king until a replacement could be found earning him the name Cu Chulainn, The Hound of Chulainn.

As a gift for Chulainn's bravery and service, the smith offered Cu Chulainn his choice of any weapon in the kingdom that could withstand his great power. After great searching and testing only one weapon proved up to the task of being wielded by Cu Chualinn. A beautiful spear crafted long before his or the king's time known as Gáe Bulg. hastily Cu Chulainn grabbed the weapon and left insearch of glory and battle before he could hear of the curse bestowed onto the weapon, That any Man or Woman capable of wielding the weapon would live on in glory but would suffer an early grave.

While his fame and reputation grew and spread far and wide nothing was close to his final days as a mortal on earth. While traveling to the border of Ulster CuChulainn was created by three beautiful women who had offered to shelter and feed him for the night before he continued his journey. Under obligation to accept Cu Chulainn joined them for dinner before continuing on his travels. It was here that Cu Chulainn could see his fate before him. Standing in the river he was meant to cross was a beautiful woman washing something in the river. Upon closer inspection, Cu Chulainn realized the clothing in question looked exactly like his armor. Knowing this was punishment for breaking his sacred Gessa, Cu Chulainn accepted his imbedding doom and charged headfirst into battle.

Just as the omen had foretold, Cu Chulainn was mortally wounded the next day in combat against the invaders of his country. Still possessing the strength of a thousand men nonetheless, Cu Chulainn held off the army forcing them to retreat before clasping against a stone looking over his beloved country. As his final command, Cu Chulainn ordered his men to tie him standing up to the stone so that he may die on his feet a warrior should and so that he may look over his land even in death. As he took his final breaths nether side of the battle, daring to move for fear that the great Cu Chulainn may still draw breath, it wasn't until a single crow rested on his shoulder that it was clear of his passing.

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬

Life after the colossus was an interesting one for Cu Chulainn. Unlike most other gods Cu Chulainn himself had once lived as a mortal and so took it slightly better than most. However, this small advantage did not stop him from being consumed by a blinding rage at his current situation. He had little anger for the fact of once again being a mortal but what he did feel anger for was the fact he was no longer able to watch over his beloved land or fill the hearts of warriors with the courage needed for battle.

For many years Cu Chulainn was unsure of what to do with his time on the earth. For the most part, he simply wondered as far as he could before the colossus began to drain his strength away, hoping to find answers. Unfortunately unlike most of the gods, Cu Chulainn found nothing but more unanswerable questions.

As time furthered however Cu Chulainn grew to accept the fact that he was trapped for the time being and focused on doing what he could for those around him. Turning to the one thing Cu Chulainn had always known, He found his home in fighting. Lucky for him the one thing humans were good at no matter the region or people, it was fighting. Dedicating himself to whatever was that form of combat, Cu Chulainn made an effort to perfect every style he came across meeting many great fighters he would have easily called his friends and mentors.

Outside of that, however, Cu Chulainn did find one more aspect that filled his life with purpose. Since his first time in the grand country of America, Cu Chulainn had found a love of law enforcement like many of his Irish brothers. Cu Chulainn found joy in being able to defend people even if it wasn't those from his own land.

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

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Hades

_{Unknown Location, SEATTLE}

GOD OF The Dead

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The sound grunts and pain bounced off the walls of the old cellar never being able to escape to the outside. A man bruised and bloodied from all angles sat by himself tied to an old wood chair doing his best to regain his composure during this brief moment in between beatings. As the man let out labored breaths another much younger man squatted down in front of his face gripping tight to a baseball bat. “Just admit to it Bobby and all this can end.” not receiving an answer the younger man stood from his squatted position and began pacing around the room resting the bat on his shoulder as he continued to speak. “You know from what I hear the boss ain't happy in the slightest to hear about this. But I mean who could blame him.” As he finished the statement the bat suddenly left its resting place but quickly found a new one against the Bobbys arms currently stuck behind the chair. “We can do this all fucking night,” he said trying his best to be louder than the man's screams of pain. “We got nowhere else to be and ain't no one coming to save you.”

As he finished this exclamation the metal door slowly slid open revealing a rather well dressed old man who looked as though they didn't belong in such a place. As soon as the man stepped foot into the old cellar everything seemed to stop. “Mr. Giovanni. What are you doing here?” someone finally spoke up not sure as to why such a high ranking member would show his face at a time like this, especially considering they hadn’t broken the old bastard yet.

“Clean him up for me will you,” Giovanni said continuing to look upon the poor man who had no idea what he had brought onto himself. His words were direct, never letting a chance for a question not that anyone would dare question the man anyway. After all to disobey an underboss like Giovanni was a death sentence. “And once you're done with that please step outside. He would like to see our guest personally.” the way Giovanni emphasized He, there was no doubt in anyone's mind who that meant.

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As Hades stepped into the door he was greeted by only two people. Giovanni who was currently leaning on a few crates before he stood up as a form of respect. And Bobby who was currently less bloody having been washed but still nowhere near presentable for the public. Giving Giovanni a nod, Hades stepped closer but waited to talk until the door behind him was closed once again. “I'm very disappointed in you Mr. young.” Hades finally spoke as he began to pace around the room. “May I ask why you found it fit to try and betray your brothers?”

“I.. I.. I don't know what you're talking about.”

“Come now Mr. Young please don't take me for an idiot.” by this point Hades had made it halfway around the man and was now out of sight continuing to look at the poor bastard who was practically shivering with fear. “If I didn't already know about what you did, the fear itself would be a dead give away. All I want to know is. Why? That's it.” as Hades finished his statement he rested a hand on the man's shoulder feeling him tense up out of fear. “Did I not pay enough, is that it? Greed to fill your own pockets while you sent your only family to their doom.”

“Look I didn't know”

After hearing the blatant lie Hades let go of the man's shoulder as he made his way around to the front so he could look at the man. Once he had made his way around and taken a seat in a chair just in front of Mr. Young Hades let his gaze settle. “Would you care to repeat that?” he asked in a dark tone. “And before you speak I highly suggest you not lie to me again.”

“Look I.. I.. I didn't know what else to do ok. They said they had dirt and this was my only way out.” The man said as he hung his head in defeat seemingly finally been broken. “Please, I'm sorry. I never wanted to hurt the family.”

“See was that so hard? Admitting to your own sins makes things so much easier doesn't it?” as Hades said this he began to walk around the back of the man's chair. Pulling out a knife Hades cut the rope that was currently holding Young's arms on the back of the chair. As the man stood up from the chair he had just spent the night getting beaten, Hades reached into his suit jacket pulling out a single photograph tossing it to the ground clearly visible to both of them. Once young looked at the picture his body immensely stiffened once again at the realization of what it meant. The picture showed him meeting with an agent he had agreed to work with and receiving some form of payment. Before he was even able to fully turn around Hades already had him pinned to the wall and had begun to slowly lift him by the collar.

“You're going to pay for your sins, Mr. Young.” Hades' voice became much darker much like the room whose lights had begun to dim. Already confused by what was Happening Young looked into the face of pure fear as Hades' eyes glowed a deep red only able to let out a scream of pain.

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As He stepped out of the cellar and into the crisp night air Hades took in a deep breath. Adjusting his suit slightly he made his way to the car awaiting him. Entering the rather nice vehicle Hades was greeted with Giovanni seated across from him. “I assume it went well.”

“Of course. But always sad when you get betrayed by one of your own.” Hades paused for a second before reaching for the photo once again and handing it to Giovanni. “Dump the body but make sure this is on it. I want to send a message to them that this will not be tolerated. And tell Alexander to meet me as soon as possible.”

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

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Hades

_{Seattle University, SEATTLE}

GOD OF The Dead

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Hades sat quietly seemingly unfazed by the news of his nephew's death. He showed no signs of remorse or even sadness, simply an indifferent stare as cold as death. Truth be told however Hades did feel something for the death of one of his fellow greeks. He felt a mix of sadness and anger but never showed it. If the Morrigan didn't know the cause of death then that meant the Colossus wasn't responsible and more than likely his blood one was on that of another god's hands. Of course, he had his suspicions of who was to blame but this was neither the time nor the place for that conversation, especially with tensions running as high as they were. The acts of Ares and Hera only served to prove his point. The latter of which irritated him the most of the two. “Some nerve to act as though you care about a child you abandoned.” he thought to himself as he glanced in the direction of the screaming banshee herself. Unlike some gods present room, Hades could see through the lie that was Hera. She had never carried about Hephestus when they were gods and strongly doubted that changed when they lost that. Additionally, not that he thought she was responsible this time, Hades found it ironic that of all people to be the accuser of murdering another god it would be Hera. The very women that threw Hephestus off Olympus simply based on looks, attempted multiple times to kill Hercules to get back at his brother, and even tried and partially succeeded in murdering his son based on a fortune. This also wasn't even including the countless mortal lives Hera had ruined.

From his position looking towards Hera, as if on cue, Hades could see Dio and Comus sitting next to each other on the verge of tears from the news. Almost immediately Hades felt a pain in his chest that replaced his anger for Hera with sadness for his two precious children. He knew how close Dio and the now-deceased god were back in the old times. Surprising the god of parties made for the best peacemaker whenever Hepestus became angry. Cursing under his breath Hades Ignored everything else happening in the room for the time being, as he made his way over to the two looking down at them with as warm a face he could muster. Seeing tears either slowly falling or threatening to break loose, Hades let out a sigh as he slowly slid down next to his beloved Granddaughter. Placing his arm around the curled up form of Comus Hades did his best to comfort her. “You were always better at this than I was.” he thought to himself as he continued to look at the gods slowly being calmed down. “Shhh shhh. It's ok,” he said in whispers as to not interrupt the other squabbling gods. “I know it hurts. But don't worry I will find out who or what did this.”

Hades paused for a moment looking between the two of them. There was never a time where Hades wouldn't have done anything for his children. As far as he was concerned he would face down the entire pantheon without fear if it meant keeping them safe. But things like this were never truly his strong suit if he was being honest. At least the verbal part never was. All he could hope was that they understood that he genuinely did feel their pain and wanted to help. Holding on a little tighter to Comus' shoulder and looking towards Dio Hades held a face that was both deathly serious and full of love “And I promise I will never let this happen to either of you.”

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𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

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Hades

_{Hades Mansion, SEATTLE}

GOD OF The Dead

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Hades let out a low sigh as he looked up from his book towards the clock that hung overhead. “I suppose I really can't put it off anymore can I?” he said in a slightly saddened tone while looking over to his left at his faithful companion as if looking for an answer. When the dog merely tilted his head Hades responded “The conclave is today. And I better leave now or I'll be late.” At the reference to the conclave the dog began growling in a low tone. “I know Spot, but I have to go. Keep up appearances and all.” moving to his large walk-in closet Hades began looking through his various suits contemplating which one he wanted for the conclave. Even out of sight of Spot, Hades still continued his conversation with the dog without missing a beat. “I can't imagine what we are meeting for this time. There hasn't been anything large enough to warrant us all having to gather.”

Stepping out of the closet hades had basically stuck with the same outfit as before simply opting to wear a vest instead of a full suit. “What do you think? No need to go all out anyway right?” receiving a reassuring bark bark from the Rottweiler Hades nodded satisfied with himself. “That's why I always ask you.” making his way to his garage Hades turned back towards his dog who appeared to be under the impression he would also be attending. “No sorry bud you're not going this year. No, don't give me those eyes you know full well what will happen if I bring you.” he finished giving Spot a knowing look. “Besides you need to stay and guard the house ok. Good boy.” and with that Hades walked out the front door of the house.

It had taken a minute to find the specified room for the conclave. The drive there had been rather uneventful apart from his constant wondering of how this gathering would go. Titans knew the greek pantheon had enough drama on their own, throw in the others and things were bound to go bad. He just hoped he would be able to be there and promptly be able to leave with little hassle. His main concern was his brother Zeus and whatever antics he had instore for today. Or worse would be if today would be the day the Romans finally showed themselves at one of these damn things.

Having finally found the room Hades immediately regretted arriving at the time he did. Of all the gods to be arriving at the same time was Zeus and Hera, and by the looks of it, Athena had arrived not long before them. “Well this should go swell.” he thought to himself as he braced for the storm before moving to enter the room. Once Hades entered the room however he was meat with a hilarious, at least to him, but disgusting seen. It may have been wrong but a part of him could help but find joy in the mighty Zeus the victim of some strange man's vomit. “Well that is dreadful isn't it,” he said looking down at the now ruined shoes of Zeus before continuing to the chairs. Finding a chair with no one sitting around it Hades took a seat with the oddest nagging feeling. He couldn't place it but something about the man at the door seemed off.

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

Hades god of the Dead

Hades , god of the dead
Hades , god of the dead

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx HUMAN 𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗦 John Blackwell 𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 38 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗥 Mob Boss	𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 Calm Calculated Dutiful Stoic 𝑩𝑨𝑫 Cold Uncompromising Ruthless 𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 Hades wishes for nothing more than to return to his domain with his wife Persephone. However as that seems to be impossible at least for the time being, he has resided himself to building his own form of an empire on the mortal world which he intends to grow while he is forced to live on the earth. 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 Hades is more used to striking fear into the hearts of man then himself being the one to fear things. However time on the earth has brought about 2 fears that dwell deep with him. First is the fact that he may never return to his realm and once again sit atop his throne. The other and easily his biggest is he may never be able to retrieve his wife's memories. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx	xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx DEITY 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗬 Hades 𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 god of the dead, lord of the Underworld, god of wealth 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗢𝗡 Greek

𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬

Where there is a place for the living there must also be a place for the dead to rest. This is the domain in which Hades Resides over. While his brother Zeus and Posiden were placed in charge of the Sky and Ocean respectively, Hades was left with the all-important task of overseeing the souls of the dead find their final resting place. Not to be confused with what many may think, Hades was not angry with his job, in fact, he quite enjoyed it. He was away from the other gods for a start, but ruling over the underworld was also an extremely important task that Hades took pride in.

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬

Few things could be done or said that could cause Hades to lose his normally stoic features and calculated look in favor of wrath that easily rivaled that of Zeus. The only things that could cause such a switch in him to flip was reserved for the threatening of his realm or his beloved wife. Both of these occurred the day the Colossus was created trapping not just himself but the other gods on earth stripping them of their status as gods. Worst of all was the fact that his once beloved wife had lost all memory of him and the underworld she once shared with him. With no memory and a mother who already despised him Hades knew his time with Persephone was over, at least for the time.

Ever the crafty one however Hades set out to build himself an empire to serve as his for the time he was forced to stay on earth. Of course, he intended to do things far differently than his brother Zeus had done. Having dealt with the souls of every mortal good and bad, Hades knew full well the secrets of man and the ways to quickly get what one needed. This truly boomed when the gods were forced to move a large new country by the name of America that seemed to be the breeding ground of lost people simply lacking guidance.

Hades Relations

Hades Relations
Hades Relations

★ 𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 • ✿ 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 • ❤ 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 • ✖ 𝚎𝚗𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚢

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Persephone
 Persephone

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • _✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{Hades wants nothing more to return to the days of old where he and Persephone were happily married as rulers of the underworld. Prior to the colossus and Persephone losing her memories Hades never carried what the others thought of their marriage or how it came about. However, once he saw her happy as her old self surrounded by her old family and close friends Hades began to think back on his decisions. Of course, Hades would be lying if he said he regretted his past actions considering the joy it brought both of them but it has left him with feelings of what would have happened had he not forced fate in his favor.}

Dionysus
 Dionysus

_ ★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • _ ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • _✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

Comus
 Comus

_ ★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • _ ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • _✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{Hades can still remember the day that Comus boldly walked into office and proclaimed that she was actually his granddaughter. To say that Hades was thrown off would be an understatement. Though if he was being honest with himself then he probably should have connected the dots a lot sooner. Since then however Hades has done his best to make up for lost time however, which may also come in the form of spoiling her to no end and trying to impart some of his wisdom.}

Hera
 Hera

_★★★★★★★ • _✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • _ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{You could say Hades once felt pity for Hera queen of the gods for the marriage she held with his brother. That pity however was quickly pushed aside when she attempted and partially succeeded in murdering his only son. It took all the composure and control in Hades to not storm Mt. Olympus himself and drag Hera to the underworld right where she belonged. For now however Hades will have to be content with the fact being married to his brother is punishment enough for now.}

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HEL
 HEL

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

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Cu Chulainn, Hero of Ireland

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx HUMAN 𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗦 Conor McQuillan 𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 25 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗥 Police Officer/MMA Trainer	𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 Honorable Hardworking Protective Loyal 𝑩𝑨𝑫 Cocky Hot-Headed Blunt 𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 Cu Chulainn’s main ambition is to see the green shores of his home once more. To achieve this however he doesn't entirely care whether he is still a mortal or returned to his god status. Rather he just wishes to simply be able to watch over his people like he once did. 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 Given his previous life as a mortal Cu Chulainn mostly fears breaking his gessa’s once again. While such things may not affect him anymore he is not in the mood to test such a theory. Moreover, as a warrior, Cu Chulainn fears being forgotten with his fame and reputation being thrown to the wayside. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx	xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx DEITY 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗬 Cu Chulainn 𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 god of Heros and Battle 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗢𝗡 Celtic

𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬

Cu Chulainn or Sentante as he was once called was an impressive individual and famous for his many feats even in his youth. The most notable of these early achievements was the slaying of the beast of Chulainn. Having arrived late to dinner of which he had been invited to, hosted by the esteemed smith of king Conchobar, Sentante was attacked by the massive guard dog. Mistaking the hound for a wild Beast Sentante wrestled the great creature to the ground killing it in the process. Feeling sorry for the death of the smith's guard dog Sentante swore servitude to both the smith and king until a replacement could be found earning him the name Cu Chulainn, The Hound of Chulainn.

As a gift for Chulainn's bravery and service, the smith offered Cu Chulainn his choice of any weapon in the kingdom that could withstand his great power. After great searching and testing only one weapon proved up to the task of being wielded by Cu Chualinn. A beautiful spear crafted long before his or the king's time known as Gáe Bulg. hastily Cu Chulainn grabbed the weapon and left insearch of glory and battle before he could hear of the curse bestowed onto the weapon, That any Man or Woman capable of wielding the weapon would live on in glory but would suffer an early grave.

While his fame and reputation grew and spread far and wide nothing was close to his final days as a mortal on earth. While traveling to the border of Ulster CuChulainn was created by three beautiful women who had offered to shelter and feed him for the night before he continued his journey. Under obligation to accept Cu Chulainn joined them for dinner before continuing on his travels. It was here that Cu Chulainn could see his fate before him. Standing in the river he was meant to cross was a beautiful woman washing something in the river. Upon closer inspection, Cu Chulainn realized the clothing in question looked exactly like his armor. Knowing this was punishment for breaking his sacred Gessa, Cu Chulainn accepted his imbedding doom and charged headfirst into battle.

Just as the omen had foretold, Cu Chulainn was mortally wounded the next day in combat against the invaders of his country. Still possessing the strength of a thousand men nonetheless, Cu Chulainn held off the army forcing them to retreat before clasping against a stone looking over his beloved country. As his final command, Cu Chulainn ordered his men to tie him standing up to the stone so that he may die on his feet a warrior should and so that he may look over his land even in death. As he took his final breaths nether side of the battle, daring to move for fear that the great Cu Chulainn may still draw breath, it wasn't until a single crow rested on his shoulder that it was clear of his passing.

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬

Life after the colossus was an interesting one for Cu Chulainn. Unlike most other gods Cu Chulainn himself had once lived as a mortal and so took it slightly better than most. However, this small advantage did not stop him from being consumed by a blinding rage at his current situation. He had little anger for the fact of once again being a mortal but what he did feel anger for was the fact he was no longer able to watch over his beloved land or fill the hearts of warriors with the courage needed for battle.

For many years Cu Chulainn was unsure of what to do with his time on the earth. For the most part, he simply wondered as far as he could before the colossus began to drain his strength away, hoping to find answers. Unfortunately unlike most of the gods, Cu Chulainn found nothing but more unanswerable questions.

As time furthered however Cu Chulainn grew to accept the fact that he was trapped for the time being and focused on doing what he could for those around him. Turning to the one thing Cu Chulainn had always known, He found his home in fighting. Lucky for him the one thing humans were good at no matter the region or people, it was fighting. Dedicating himself to whatever was that form of combat, Cu Chulainn made an effort to perfect every style he came across meeting many great fighters he would have easily called his friends and mentors.

Outside of that, however, Cu Chulainn did find one more aspect that filled his life with purpose. Since his first time in the grand country of America, Cu Chulainn had found a love of law enforcement like many of his Irish brothers. Cu Chulainn found joy in being able to defend people even if it wasn't those from his own land.

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

Hades god of the Dead

Hades , god of the dead
Hades , god of the dead

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx HUMAN 𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗦 John Blackwell 𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 38 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗥 Mob Boss	𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 Calm Calculated Dutiful Stoic 𝑩𝑨𝑫 Cold Uncompromising Ruthless 𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 Hades wishes for nothing more than to return to his domain with his wife Persephone. However as that seems to be impossible at least for the time being, he has resided himself to building his own form of an empire on the mortal world which he intends to grow while he is forced to live on the earth. 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 Hades is more used to striking fear into the hearts of man then himself being the one to fear things. However time on the earth has brought about 2 fears that dwell deep with him. First is the fact that he may never return to his realm and once again sit atop his throne. The other and easily his biggest is he may never be able to retrieve his wife's memories. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx	xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx DEITY 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗬 Hades 𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 god of the dead, lord of the Underworld 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗢𝗡 Greek

𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬

Where there is a place for the living there must also be a place for the dead to rest. This is the domain in which Hades Resides over. While his brother Zeus and Posiden were placed in charge of the Sky and Ocean respectively, Hades was left with the all-important task of overseeing the souls of the dead find their final resting place. Not to be confused with what many may think, Hades was not angry with his job, in fact, he quite enjoyed it. He was away from the other gods for a start, but ruling over the underworld was also an extremely important task that Hades took pride in.

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬

Few things could be done or said that could cause Hades to lose his normally stoic features and calculated look in favor of wrath that easily rivaled that of Zeus. The only things that could cause such a switch in him to flip was reserved for the threatening of his realm or his beloved wife. Both of these occurred the day the Colossus was created trapping not just himself but the other gods on earth stripping them of their status as gods. Worst of all was the fact that his once beloved wife had lost all memory of him and the underworld she once shared with him. With no memory and a mother who already despised him Hades knew his time with Persephone was over, at least for the time.

Ever the crafty one however Hades set out to build himself an empire to serve as his for the time he was forced to stay on earth. Of course, he intended to do things far differently than his brother Zeus had done. Having dealt with the souls of every mortal good and bad, Hades knew full well the secrets of man and the ways to quickly get what one needed. This truly boomed when the gods were forced to move a large new country by the name of America that seemed to be the breeding ground of lost people simply lacking guidance.

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

If this is still open I’d love to join. Have some ideas for characters I’ll work through.

Sentaku

Tetsu stood over the now collapsed Iza. he had initially gone to grab her as she fell but whether it was from fear of another genjutsu or from something else he couldn't tell. For some reason it still pained him to see Iza like this but he had no choice at the moment and could let himself become distracted from his team's objective any longer. Taking one last glance at Iza Tetsu moved to take a step over her presumably unconscious form as his sand moved down to retrieve his team's scroll from her belt. “Iza if you can hear me I would suggest you leave while we're busy.” This was his final warning before his full attention was placed on the masked figure across the field from him.
As Tetsu stood with arms crossed over his chest his face seemed to be as emotionless as ever there was a hidden anger deep within his eyes as his gaze settled on his opponent. This look of murderous intent only amplified by the new black rings that had appeared around Tetsu's eyes once his sand began to hover around his own body ready to strike his foe and form a barrier from any attack.

Koji’s voice was deep, with sound loud enough that even those far out of sight could hear it. He laughed, one of those performative, trying-too-hard laughs rather than anything genuine. “Ha, I see you have a concern over that girl, what a foolish and quotidian thought to occupy one’s mind with, such can only be expected from basic and unenlightened. If you are such a tellurian creature then defeating you will not be worthy of discussing alongside my other esteemed accomplishments, for it will be over in the merest flash, as quick and inconsequential as a single grain of sand falling in the great hourglass of history”

For all the mans boasting, Tetsu seemed to be unfazed as he kept his same emotionless expression staring straight through Koji. underneath his gaze however Tetsu was slowly losing his temper with his opponent. Maybe if he believed for a second that Koji could back up the talk then Tetsu may have been exceeded to test his power against a worthy opponent. As it stood however Tetsu could tell the man was bluffing perhaps trying to gain a psychological advantage over his opponent to make up for his lack of skills. “You talk too much. For your sake I really hope you can back up that bravado.” As soon as the last word escaped his lips the Iron sand that was once hovering next to Tetsu lashed out in lightning speed headed straight for Koji.

What went on inside Koji’s head was anyone’s guess. It was hard to tell if he was a bluffer, trying to play a psychological game or if he was just an idiot. Whatever the case, he spent a lot more time talking about fighting than fighting. He came out with less bruises from talking than when he tried to fight. He said “Oh insolent one do not doubt that I possess -” and then his words stopped as iron sand flew into his face. That was when he learned that tough talk could lead to outcomes far worse than just a punch in the face.

Tetsu looked across the field as he saw Koji’s form go flying as a result of the sand. As the sand returned to its original position near his person tetsu looked on with annoyance starting to crack through his face. Never moving from his starting position Tetsu silently and motinesly commands the sand to move towards the now prone Koji slowly wrapping around the boy's body. Lifting the body into the air leaving only the face of the boy revealed. “Iron Coffin.” Tetsu called out as the sand solidified in its position. [color=black]“You should have spent more time training rather than wasting my time. Now where's your scroll.” Tetsu asked slightly, closing his fist which was now outstretched towards Koji causing the sand to constrict ever so slightly. “And I suggest you don't waste any more of my time.”

The hit made Koji go delirious. He woke up again as the sand began to crush, causing a bit of panic. He started speaking, slurring his words and it sounding muffled from the iron sand seeping into his mask “Mit….Mitsuhide….our…..concealed….the myriad….scrolls…..only he knows…..must search them all...our stroke of genius….” Only some of the words were intelligible. Koji then tried to laugh but all he could manage was a gasping, hacking sound, coughing up sand and trying to breathe.

To his credit Koji did one thing that few others had managed to do, he had caused a twitch to appear across Tetsu’s face at his answer about the scroll. Unfortunately Koji had no idea that this was never a good sign for the person who caused it. Tetsu closed his fist ever so slightly more leaving the poor boy stuck in the air in what was presumably great pain. As the Iron constricted even more the mask Koji was once wearing shattered under the pressure revealing his face.

A kunai stabbed into the back of the iron coffin. It was a heavy, thudding blow that landed with the full weight of it’s wielder behind it, one Kotetsu Kanehara. He had made jumping stab as the coffin began to form and rise, then held on tight as it lodged into the coffin and he rose off the ground along with it. With his free hand he punched at it, making the sand loosen up and deform. When a gap formed Kotetsu jabbed his hand into it, tensing his muscles and feeling the sand try to compress again as his strength and tenacity broke it’s integrity. He said “Hey, Tetsu, what’s the matter with you? Knock it off, he told us what he knows. This scroll ain’t worth killing nobody over.”

Tetsu blinked for a second when he heard Kotetsu yell from behind the iron coffin. Seemingly snapping him out of his trance, Tetsu relaxed his hand fully, letting Koji hit the ground. Once the sand began to return to its place inside Tetsu’s container his gaze settled on Kotetsu. Slowly beginning to walk towards him Tetsu began to speak once again. “This is the world of shinobi Kotetsu, it’s us vs them.”

When he was on the ground again Kotetsu wiped the sand off of his clothes. He saw Koji on the ground, unconscious, and decided not to look too closely at the damage. Kotetsu said. “Is this what being a Shinobi’s about? If it’s all about acting like everyone who isn’t with you oughta be crushed like a bug you find nibbling on your crops, then being a shinobi ain’t much of anything to be proud of.” He looked at the ground, kicking some of the grains left around. He said “Would anyone want to be a shinobi if we didn’t act like the whole world revolves around them? That’s why they make a good living, why people die trying to be like them. Sometimes I wonder why I’m trying to be one, and the only thing can come up with is that it’d be pretty damn hard for me to find anything else I could do as well as this.”

Tetsu continued to stare at his brother for a moment almost as if he was gauging what was coming out of the boy's mouth. “This is the life we live as Shinobi Kotetsu. Were weapons for our villages, used to ensure its safety and its protection. We are responsible for the safety of our own village and must be ready to carry out that task at any cost.” Tetsu paused looking down at the limp Koji. “The strong of this world survive while the weak are left behind begging for mercy that they are rarely shown. That's why we can't afford to be weak both in power and heart.” Tetsu finished before turning his back and walking off towards Satoru.

Avatar | The New Cycle

could definitely be interested in this.

Star Wars: Legacies (Always Open)

Trycond sat with his eyes close deep in thought as the faint red glow of his Holocron covered both his face and room. Taking slow steady almost unnoticeable breaths as he cleared his mind of distractions delving deeper into the Holocron hovering open before him. He could feel it, change was coming to the galaxy and if he wasn't ready he would part of the old destroyed to make room for the new.

“Show me what I need to do. Show me where I need to go so that I can become more powerful.” He called out in a calm voice that was slowly filled with more emotion. Feeding into his emotions Trycond began to see the rough image of a vision appearing before him. “What is it? tell me.” as he continued to push farther he began to see the image of a long angular ship that seemed as though it was glaring at him. “I need to see more where you are leading me.” as if by command the vision spread out showing him more of the surrounding city. The light suddenly cut off from the Holocron as it fell to the ground with a soft thud. Tryconds eyes shot open with a look of recognition. “Of course. The former empire home. The great city-planet of Coruscant.” rising from his place on the ground Trycond lifted his hand calling the Holocron back to himself as he exited the room.

Reaching the cockpit Trycond took his seat at the helm before turning to his trusted droid. “R5 set course for Coruscant. With any hope, we will be in and out before anyone can pay us any mind.”