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Faire & Folly [Renaissance Faire SoL] [c a n c e l e d]

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Faire & Folly [Renaissance Faire SoL] [c a n c e l e d]

henlo

Faire & Folly [Renaissance Faire SoL] [c a n c e l e d]

⤞ This is a SoL RP and, as such, I ask for real face claims.
⤞ There is no age restrictions for characters except like... don't make a baby or something weird like that. 18+ please.

⤞ AVAILABLE POSITIONS:

✦ Owner 𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓷
✦ Prince / Princess
✦ White Knight
✦ Black Knight 𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓷
✦ Herald
✦ Jester
✦ Lead Actor
✦ Supporting Actor
✦ Archer
✦ Blacksmith
✦ King
✦ Queen 𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓷
✦ Guests [5 total for the RP]

I don't care the kind of CS you want to use just please make sure that it has ALL OF THE FOLLOWING information outlined below!
Please make sure you have a picture of the FC you wish to use. A good tool for cropping, and adding borders if you want them, is Lunapic.

NEEDED INFORMATION:

-- GENERAL INFO --
⤞ NAME:
⤞ NICKNAME(S):
⤞ AGE:

-- A BIT MORE --
⤞ STRENGTHS:
⤞ WEAKNESSES:
⤞ QUIRKS/HABITS:
⤞ PERSONALITY: can be bullet points or written out
⤞ BIO:
⤞ FC: with a picture please

-- APPLICATION --
(questions to be answered in character. your character be a new hire or a seasoned vet, either is fine.)
⤞ ROLE DESIRED: from list provided
⤞ TOP THREE: other than your top choice
⤞ YEARS EMPLOYEED:
⤞ WHY DO YOU WANT TO WORK HERE?
⤞ WHAT DO YOU LOVE MOST ABOUT THE PARK:
⤞ NON-REQUIRED EXTRAS: likes, dislikes, story, moodboard, social media, playlist, etc.

Faire & Folly [Renaissance Faire SoL] [c a n c e l e d]

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F A I R E & F O L L Y

_{ғᴀɪʀᴇʜᴀᴠᴇɴ ʀᴇɴᴀɪssᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴋ, ᴡᴀsʜɪɴɢᴛᴏɴ}

ʜᴇᴀʀ ʏᴇ, ʜᴇᴀʀ ʏᴇ

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_{ᴀᴇsᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄs | ᴅɪsᴄᴏʀᴅ}

here an encounter with an enchanted fairy, pirate or mythical creature is expected as you explore any of the 77 acres of land Fairehaven has to offer. Keep your wits about you as you interact with our merry cast of jesters, kings, knights and the ever exotic band of gypsies; for you never know if you'll end up the subject of their teasing or not. Be sure to catch one of our many shows playing at any one of our 19 stages, they're sure to please even the most cantankerous of patrons. Or if action is more your speed, come to the stadium where you can choose you team for the jousting competition and cheer them on as they fight to the death (sort of). Authentic cuisine is as important to the experience as is our garb, m'lord. So come, do stop by one of our taverns where there is an abundance of wenches and ale alike; fancy a mug or two? How about our ever flavorful giant turkey leg? Shopping more to your liking? Not a problem! Shops of all commodities line the streets of Fairehaven. Take your pick. Modern convenience such as cell phones and flash cameras are encouraged, we understand your need to share your experience with those who couldn't make it.

e hope you enjoy your adventures here at the Fairehaven and we hope ye fare well.
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This is something that's been jumping around in my head for well over a year now, only recently did I have the guts to pitch it to some friends. A slice of life idea centered around the people that work at Renaissance festivals and parks and such. Especially since I'm really needing to go this year - it's been hell. 2020 can suck it. I don't know how big of a turn-out I will have in interest; ideally this will be a medium sized group. If not, I am willing to roleplay with a small group of at least five. There will be a small, background plot that can be utilized by the cast members but does not have to be. For the most part, this is character-driven and so players are to be expected to come up with their own plots. I will be setting up events for characters to react to, so players won't be totally stranded without direction.


Faire and Folly is a Slice of Life roleplay that follows the adventures of the employees and park goers of the largest Renaissance Park in North America. The day in the life of a park employee, actors as they're referred to, as they deal with orders, unruly patrons, and trying to make it to their next show while dodging and weaving the growing crowds. All while staying in character. Or maybe you're a visitor, first time at a Renaissance Park and you happen to come on their busiest day. Will you be able to witness all that the park has to offer? There's always next weekend. New and veteran employees alike coming together the morning of opening day.


⤞ This is a SoL RP and, as such, I ask for real face claims.
⤞ There is no age restrictions for characters except like... don't make a baby or something weird like that. 18+ please.

⤞ AVAILABLE POSITIONS:

✦ Owner 𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓷
✦ Prince / Princess
✦ White Knight
✦ Black Knight 𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓷
✦ Herald
✦ Jester
✦ Lead Actor
✦ Supporting Actor
✦ Archer
✦ King
✦ Queen 𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓷
✦ Guests [5 total for the RP]

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

𝐓 𝐋 𝐀 𝐙 𝐎 𝐋 𝐓 𝐄 𝐎 𝐓 𝐋

_{ꜱᴇᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱɪᴛʏ}

ғʀᴀɢɪʟᴇ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ sᴏ ᴄᴜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅʀʏ

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Tlazōlteōtl couldn't get a word in edge wise once Hermes opened his mouth and words spewed forth. All of which were done so without a thought beforehand. But when had that ever happened outside of a con? _{'Hardly ever, if at all...'} she remembers thinking in that split moment she had to process his words. It was an offhanded comment, ironic to the highest caliber, but without thought all the same, "Woah, why's everyone so serious? Did someone die or something?" Tlazōlteōtl flinched regardless.

"Hermes..." she tried to get her words to reach him, but all his jesting and oblivious statements were overpowering her attempts and she wasn't mentally prepared to receiving his level of attention and teasing that he had been showering her with. It was unnerving, but it was pleasant and familiar all the same. Something she has missed and been desiring. Though, now that she's here in the moment, granted what she has wanted for so long, she is little more than pleased. Happy, yes. But, there isn't the same emotions that were there not but a few moments before is awaken state. _{'What had changed?'}

She wasn't able to dwell too much longer as to what the issue was, or it's cause, when Aphrodite spoke up above the bickering and noises of disgust and woe. And in an instant everyone was experiencing a moment of silence and utter confusion. As Tlazōlteōtl glanced around at the room her eyes traveled over to Ares and his stature comforting his mother, how his outburst was now reigned in and the gears working to focus that power into... something else, to Hermes who was trying to joke his way out of the uncomfortable situation he woke up into, all the way to the love goddess herself. Golden topaz eyes wide in realization as the slight transparent smoke billowed off the Grecian woman in waves, dispersing itself around the room. _{'Trickery...'}

That damnable pink mist, circling through the air, dancing between bodies as it pleases, infecting the gods among the room with it's poison... gripping tight and dragging Tlazōlteōtl down into the depths of a place she knows all too well. There was nothing she could do in order to prevent the visions that danced before her eyes. A dream, a memory, of days long past. Humid heat, sweltering bodies, rushing past in fields of maize and wheat, ripe for harvesting, what little breeze being squashed before it could even be enjoyed. The sounds of laughter - though they had distorted so much over time... the sounds of wicker baskets being handled play like a soft melody to her ears. Hot air and sour dust, the sun cooking the dying grass beneath her bare, decorated feet. Cicadas scream their songs of life and death. And then all goes silent. There was no more rustling in the maze field of corn. The once cloudless blue of the sky filled with smoke, a silent storm raging. Sweat. And Heat. The only two constants that swallowed her senses. Stealing the breath from her lungs, constricting even the movement of her limbs that it was no surprise when she was able to break from the haze of Aphrodite's meddling she was graced with deep crescents embedded into her forearms where she had held herself through the visions.

It wasn't the love goddesses fault for bringing forth these feelings and memories. She didn't pick and choose what the others felt and saw. That was on them. She had to have thought of the consequences though. Many of the immortals present have all lost their loves and those once happy memories eons ago. What purpose did it serve to throw those back into everyone's face? Tlazōlteōtl shook her head of those thoughts, though she was not above shooting the model a not so subtle seething glance, pulling her arms apart, hands shaking with adrenaline out of fear or excitement she wasn't quite sure anymore. The last of her visions perplexing the filth goddess, _{obviously having something to do with Centeotl and her loss of him... but visions such as those were never so cut and dry...} The scent of field corn and harvest heat, of breezes that could be, of wicker baskets and sour dust and dirt, slowly blending among the frenzied musk of a brewing storm and the smoke of a war to come, the muffled sounds of silence before the world opening up; eventually replacing them altogether.

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_{Mentions: @Legion02 @Danvers @baraquiel}

Faire & Folly [Renaissance Faire SoL]

Thank you all for showing interest into this lil brain child o' mine! imma leave this up for possibly another week just to see if anyone shows interest over the weekend amd from there i will post up the OOC and more info about the group! Thank you all again!

Faire & Folly [Renaissance Faire SoL]

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F A I R E & F O L L Y

_{ғᴀɪʀᴇʜᴀᴠᴇɴ ʀᴇɴᴀɪssᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴋ, ᴡᴀsʜɪɴɢᴛᴏɴ}

ʜᴇᴀʀ ʏᴇ, ʜᴇᴀʀ ʏᴇ

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here an encounter with an enchanted fairy, pirate or mythical creature is expected as you explore any of the 77 acres of land Fairehaven has to offer. Keep your wits about you as you interact with our merry cast of jesters, kings, knights and the ever exotic band of gypsies; for you never know if you'll end up the subject of their teasing or not. Be sure to catch one of our many shows playing at any one of our 19 stages, they're sure to please even the most cantankerous of patrons. Or if action is more your speed, come to the stadium where you can choose you team for the jousting competition and cheer them on as they fight to the death (sort of). Authentic cuisine is as important to the experience as is our garb, m'lord. So come, do stop by one of our taverns where there is an abundance of wenches and ale alike; fancy a mug or two? How about our ever flavorful giant turkey leg? Shopping more to your liking? Not a problem! Shops of all commodities line the streets of Fairehaven. Take your pick. Modern convenience such as cell phones and flash cameras are encouraged, we understand your need to share your experience with those who couldn't make it.

e hope you enjoy your adventures here at the Fairehaven and we hope ye fare well.
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Hey everyone! Thank you for your interest. This RP will focus on the employees (actors) and the visitors / guests, during its 50th anniversary; starting with opening weekend. I will be accepting up to 5 visitor / guest characters to stay in the campgrounds (depending on interest levels), as well as characters who perform at the park (there are roles available to choose from). If you have any questions, comments, or suggestions, feel free to shoot them my way and I'll help out if I can!

Once I gauge some interest, I'll throw up the OOC with the character sheet and some additional information about the Park itself!

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

𝐓 𝐋 𝐀 𝐙 𝐎 𝐋 𝐓 𝐄 𝐎 𝐓 𝐋

_{ꜱᴇᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱɪᴛʏ}

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴜᴄᴋ ᴀʀᴇ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢs ʏᴏ

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Upon witnessing her eldest brother stroll in and dodge the putrid fish guts literally painting the floor - _{an upgrade, dare she say it?} - Tlazōlteōtl let out a small squeal of excitement. Completely disregarding her current company for the sake of more pleasing, familial vibes, Tlazōlteōtl popped up from her seat and began making strides towards her dear brothers. Besides, she hardly gets to visit the both of them like this and gods she was going to utilize the opportunity. Xōchipilli had been off to himself, nose buried in his phone; it's no wonder he didn't look up when either his siblings waltzed in, not to her knowledge at least. To be fair, she was a little more preoccupied with trying to catch the attention of a, now, sleeping Greek god... Regardless, she was going to pester him in the meantime.

Tlazōlteōtl plops herself down behind her younger brother, "What's with the face..." though her words seemed to fall on deaf ears as their older brother settles into his own uncomfrtable chair. He acknowledged the both of them in greeting, "Always so formal, achtli," she teased lightly, her own Nahuatl slipping easily from her mouth like water in a free flowing stream. Xolotl questioned them on what the situation had been like up until his arrival, to be honest, she tuned him out for just a brief moment as she allowed her gaze to drift across the room towards the triplets that had fallen asleep atop the tables. If they were any closer they'd be entangled with the other's limbs. Tlazōlteōtl couldn't help but scoff and turn back to face her siblings.

Upon hearing Xōchipilli question her about her pride and joy, the elation that had been slowly dying out _{'Stupid Heremes... stupid Kore... fucking ridiculous ughhh!'} was now completely snuffed and now suspicion and annoyance danced beneath her skin as she narrowed her eyes in his direction. There were many reasons why Xōchipilli would throw out questions about her business, and none of them involved genuine concern "Business has never been better. I should really thank you for your patrons' for their attendance," she felt as if the two of them were in some kind of cheesy scene in a movie; slitted eyes glaring across the empty space to one another, her arms resting atop her bare knees, body leaning forward into Xōchipilli's personal space. Well, as much as she could regarding these atrocious seats. A look etched across her face that dared him to speak out against her, though she doubted he would. Xōchipilli had always succumbed to his siblings and their whims more times than she could count.

Nothing was able to take place, for the Morrigan, now fed up with the lot of them all, screeched out into the vastness of the room the true reason they were all summoned...

“Hephaestus is dead and I don’t know who killed him.”
  “Hephaestus is dead and I don’t know who killed him.”

To say that Tlazōlteōtl was taken aback would be an understatement and not entirely accurate. Sure, she was a little shaken by the idea that one of them was dead, murdered no less. However, she was more indifferent and curious than anything else. It wasn't her pantheon, her family. Why does this concern them? Why does it concern her? If the Morrigan had no idea who committed the crime than she had no way of offering protection to the lot of them, so what was the point?

It seemed that similar thoughts were running through Xōchipilli's mind for he seemed to want to remove himself from ground zero entirely. Get up and walk out of there. Xōchipilli turned to whisper to them in their native tongue, "I'm going now before the Greek gets us in trouble. Come if you want to," before standing to leave and heading back towards the door. She wasn't going to stop him. In fact it seemed like a good idea, wouldn't want to be caught in the cross-hairs, metaphorical or otherwise. Though, just the mere thought of all the delicious scandals and sin and secrets that were bound to come tumbling out of the wrong person's mouth enticed her to keep her position. And between the banshee wailing from Hera, Ares pulling a weapon _{- and putting it away -} and the Romans making an appearance, it was beginning to look like a very interesting and eventful day indeed.

Tlazōlteōtl looked back towards the three mortal immortals still slumbering away. _{'With Hypnos at the controls, nothing is going to rouse them...'} though she would have just let them miss everything completely if she were back to her usual self. However, she hadn't been her usual self in a very long time. She pointedly glared at Hermes as if he was going to understand that it was his fault. The male was oblivious... she really shouldn't fault him for that. But she was still going to. It was her right. Nothing he does will effect her the way it did back in the 20s... never again. That's what she tells herself at least. A heavy lie, with an even heavier set of consequences.

So, in true Tlazōlteōtl guilted fashion - _{'guilted by a silent persona, no less'} - gracefully excused herself from her remaining brother and sauntered towards the group of dozing individuals. Their soft breathes intermixing with one another, the soft puffs of air only slightly disturbing the little hairs that dangled precariously in front of them. If she were he usual self the sight of them all snuggled together in such a way would incite a fury that would burn for centuries, she would demand a sacrifice in order to appease her. And even that wasn't a guarantee. She felt it, of course she did, decades of hurt and pining and unrequited love sat upon her chest like rocks determined to crush the remaining breath from her chest. With one glance down onto his sleeping face, however, rendered her disdain a little watered down. Instead of kicking out the chair beneath the stacked sleeping gods, she opted to just smacking the back of Hermes golden locks instead.

A well placed smirk curls her lips as she stares at the scene before her, a taunting lit to her voice as she informs them to, "You're going to want to pay attention." There is still enough of her usual self clawing to the surface.

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_{interactions: @Mao Mao @beetlemoth @Danvers | mentions @Icy Hot @Gothelk if you squint really hard}

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

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ℂ 𝕆 𝕄 𝕌 𝕊

_{sᴇᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀsɪᴛʏ​}

sᴛᴏᴄᴋ sᴛɪʟʟ, ᴡɪʟᴅ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs

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“Hephaestus is dead and I don’t know who killed him.”
  “Hephaestus is dead and I don’t know who killed him.”

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The words were not lost on her as she sat in the back, amidst the acrid smells and seething remarks. Before the Morrigan had snapped the string of sanity within her, Comus was about to be on her merry way to mingle with great uncle Zeus and the rest of the party squad. Dare she say she was even a little envious of the attention Ben was showering her professor in. _{'She's not even her professor!'} she wanted to scream it aloud for all the room to hear and be just as annoyed with her as she was with witnessing the blatant flirting. _'However,' the though crosses between her ears as she thought back to last nights endeavors between the sheets at Casa de Acropolis and a wicked smirk pulled at her full lips.

That is, until those ten little words were spoken into existence and then played on repeat. Hephaestus was dead. Gone. One of them, one of the GODS. Dead. How? Who? When? The voices within her ranted and raged. Even with the howling whispers filling the space within her, time seemed to slow as Comus caught sight of her father slipping through the door. Out of breath and ragged, most likely from a run across campus - he did have a test today - tousled hair and wrinkled clothes, Dionysus had finally decided to grace the rest of them with his presence even if no one else seemed to notice.

Ares had already flipped a table and held a drawn gun towards Shango's face, something that she would have found a lot of glee in bearing witness to _{'Another time'} a small voice chimes in somewhere under all the screams within her head. While the rest of her family was either throwing out accusations, taking a nap, or just standing there looking like idiots they all failed to notice the young woman nothing new slip out of her seat; albeit not gracefully, but she never claimed to be, and slide into the space next to the god of parties slumped against the wall.

There wasn't anything within her arsenal of talents that could prepare her for comforting her father of all people. The person in her life that is supposed to be the one she goes to when shit like this happens. Instead she just sat there next to him. Eyes staring straight ahead, field of vision consisting of a lot of legs - both of the godly and chair variety. A few beats passed, and it looked like he was about to put away his flask of liqueur, letting his head hang. Comus quickly released him of the burden of his drink, taking a large, long swig - pleasantly surprised to find that he had indeed switched it up and replaced the whiskey for some Ouzo - and let out a long sigh. Tears of her own threatening to break her lash line.

This was so out of her wheelhouse, but she managed to push the tears back, the voices were clamped down on and she muscled through it, a small smile on her face that she hoped translated into her words as well, "You're supposed to be merry and jolly," her voice was on the edge of cracking, even with the low pitch she produced. "Ya know? Partying it up with the co-eds, snorting cocaine off of Diamond's tits in the VIP rooms at Tlaz's place? Skatá... going to fuckin' class? You fuckin' nerd," her chuckle was shallow, like it was caught in her throat, and although she meant the words she still nudged his shoulder a tad, just to jostle him from his pity party of one. With her free hand she ran her lithe fingers through her tresses, coming in contact with more than a few tangles and knots in the process.

A curse or two passed under her breath as time seemed to pass around them. She can't even be sure as to what was going on in the room anymore, just that there were still beings present, their proximity hadn't changed all that much. But the voices, the noises internally... they were starting to settle. Comus liked to think it was because of the booze, but that would be foolish... She turned back to the male besides her, "I know. Me too..." she tapped the flask to her temple, reassuring him that he wasn't the only one suffering, that she was there too, before releasing another sigh and taking another long sip and holding it out for him to take.

Movement and shuffling caught the goddess' eye as a pair of legs, swathed in charcoal grey threaded with deep eggplant sauntered up to the two of them. Comus, who had been sitting with her legs pulled up to her chest, one hand tangled in her hair, the other arm lounging atop her knee, peered up into the face of the man that decided to check up on the two of them. The light behind his head of dark hair made it seem as if he obtained a halo of sorts. An internal snort sounded through her mind at the thought. Hades stood there above the both of them, gazing down at the both of them... no correction, towards Dionysus with such sympathy and concern. The look a father should have when coming to console his child. With warm words and an even warmer embrace. Calming auras and helpful hands. A telltale sign that she had no idea how to be there for someone in a dark time. But, she was affected too... _{'the cost of having to grow up too soon?'}

^{And in that moment, Coco felt very much an outsider.}

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_{interactions: @pandapolio, @sly13 if you squint really hard}

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

Odin, the Allfather

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx HUMAN 𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗦 Arik Börson 𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 49 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗥 'Retired' Business Magnate	𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 Courageous Voracious Adroit 𝑩𝑨𝑫 Stoic Tenacious Ruthless 𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 To seek out all the knowledge the world has to offer. To obtain to unobtainable. To be able to prevent such a disaster as the erection of the Colossus from ever taking root within the Nine Realms and lording it over the different pantheons and the immortals that reside within them. To destroy the Colossus. 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 The end of days. Ragnarök. It's not so much a fear as it was when he first learned of the inevitability. However, a millennia or so has passed and though it isn't as prevalent within the forefront of Odin's mind, it is still there. He fears that, upon looking at his fellow counterparts of the opposite pantheons, he will, or rather has, become a lot like them in their relationships with their children. The absentee, the neglectful, the bane of their existence. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx	xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx DEITY 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗬 Odin 𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 ⋗ Allfather 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗢𝗡 Norse

𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬

In most texts, Odin was depicted as a long-bearded, one-eyed man wearing a broad hat and a cloak, wielding his spear, Gungnir. Something that never failed to make the Allfather smile in mirth upon listening as he sat among the midgardians. However, if he ever did make his face appear to the mortals, and wanted them to knowit was him, Odin made sure to appear as they thought he looked. In his never ending quest to obtain wisdom and knowledge, he sought out Mimir, an extremely wise god in his own right. Mimir possessed the well Mímisbrunnrl; beneath one of three roots of Yggdrasil, said that the waters contained substantial wisdom and knowledge, and if someone drank from the well they would also gain wisdom. Though, Mimir required that whosoever shall drink from the well sacrifice one of their eyes. Odin agreed. A small price to pay for the pursuit of understanding.

Not too terribly long after was Mimir giving counsel to another Aesir god; cheating out the Vanir, was seized and beheaded and then his head sent to Asgard. Upon receiving, Odin took the head, embalmed it with herbs so that it would not rot, and spoke charms over it, which gave it the power to speak to him and reveal to him secrets. He planned on keeping his counsel wherever he went. Anything to have a leg up on information on the other worlds.

Ruling from his throne Hlidskjalf, he was able to observe all that happens in the nine realms. Accompanied by the wolves Freki and Geri, to whom he gives his food for he himself consumes nothing but wine, the ravens Huginn and Muninn, who bring him information from all over Midgard, eyes ablaze like a frozen lake with a fire burning bright beneath it's sheet, Odin ruled over Asgard with an iron fist clad in gold. Though his intentions were noble in all but results. His pursuit of knowledge and wisdom,His intentions were noble, but misguided, and he genuinely wanted what was best for his people and the realms as he sought to prevent Ragnarök (an event that would go on to kill myriads of innocent people including the Aesir and the Vanir) from happening. Centuries of reigning undisputed with unlimited power as well as a lifetime of failed trials however, had gradually hardened him to the point where he was unable, or perhaps, unwilling to accept that his actions and the actions of his fellow Aesir was having a negative effect and was in fact leading them all ironically into causing the very disaster that he was trying so long to avoid.

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With the appearance of the Colossus, Odin and the other pantheons were blindsided, metaphorically. Something the knowledge seeker did not appreciate. All the knowledge and wisdom and understanding and he was caught unprepared. He first feared that it was a path of Ragnarök that he had misinterpreted. That must have been it. It was the only logical explanation for this twisted turn of events. And so, Odin's paranoia grabbed a-hold of him tightly, plaguing his mind and the days turned years spent on Midgard among those who worshiped him. ;

Odin spent a lot of his time on Midgard dodging his children, Fenrir and Hel, even his blood brother Loki, all in the hopes to avoid Ragnarök. It wasn't until a few hundred years ago or so that the irrational fears of the end of days and all those involved slowly dispersed from his mind. During those times in which paranoia was all but fleeting, his primal war like urges surfaced and he found himself amidst the bloodied and tired and torn. There were times that one could look upon a battlefield, among those that believed in everything under the sun and those that believed in nothing at all, simply mad ramblings of a soldier who just wanted to make it home... just one more... and see his bright, burning blue eyes shine; covered in someone else's blood. He often took pity on the souls that fought and died alongside him and granted their wishes as best as he could in this new form. It wasn't easy, as there were no Valkyries to come and whisk them away to Valhalla where they would feast for eternity. Moments like those, his mind was calm but his thoughts screamed volumes.

Knowledge is what drove him around the world, amidst the paranoia driven actions, before the Colossus made it difficult to do even that. He became the moniker the midgardians bestowed upon him all those years ago; a traveler. The Traveler. Traversing the entire realm absorbing the teachings of the great minds and putting them to good use; one way or another. However, it wasn't enough for the God. No, Odin craved the interaction among the others like him; other gods - he cared not for which pantheon they belonged to. He saw it as the ultimate cornucopia of insight. Who better to learn new things from than the gods who resided over their own ilk?

Odin was successful in his endeavors and took his learnings and turned it into an empire with which he could live off of. A kingdom among men. An empire built on the collection of secrets and backroom dealings and pouring himself over tomes, scrolls, textbooks, running this body of his ragged just for the mere taste. It all became worth it, when at the turn of the eighteenth century Odin started up an energy company; one that supplied coal gas and coke as well as a publishing house. From there Odin's empire only grew, over the years he was able to establish and run seven other businesses; effectively making the Börson a name known 'round the globe for having their fingers in a number of different pies.

Now, now you can find Arik Börson living it up in "retirement". Though he uses that term loosely. There is always someone somewhere that insists on pestering the Allfather with trivial matters. All of which he is expected to be responsible for and deal with. He will, cause honestly? He detests idle hands. Odin is still a seeker of knowledge and a lot of the times can be found sitting in the back of university classes, absorbing the lessons spouted by midgardians in less than enthusiastic tones, or dancing around his penthouse flat a la Tom Cruise in 'Risky Business'. What does he care? He's retired... he shouldn't be bothered for 'nothing but a good time.

_{TLDR; Odin = Daddy Warbucks, but with a retired Hawaiian shirt and fruity drinks with lil umbrellas and true seeker of knowledge kinda vibe}