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I'll post after work tonight, and hopefully work on Thor as well. Been busy of late. I'm going to be having Hermes visit the entire Pantheon, so any Greco-Roman Gods/Demi-gods, be ready for that. After a discourse with Hades, of course.
The wind rushed through his hair, whipping his short golden tangle about wildly. He held his helmet crooked under one arm, enjoying the feeling of the wind on his face, in his hair, in his eyes. He was running, faster than fast, through the clouds over Rome, toward the lower provinces. He was too high up to be seen, at least by mortal eyes. Hermes, though he had never been a lover of 'the rules', knew that revealing himself too openly to mortals would, at best, cause a panic. The thought made him chuckle through swift breaths. It was tempting, as he reached the Nile, to head down and run along the water. He wanted to feel the spray of the river he had conquered in his duel with it's patron god, Sobek, years before. And yet, he had prior engagements. All speed was necessary, and if he ran this fast anywhere near mortals, they would likely perish, fragile as they were.
As the sky grew hotter, evaporating the clouds around him, the land below him gradually gave way to barren desert. Soon, there was not a mortal soul as far as his eyes could see. Celerity, his great hawk flew beside him, and screeched loudly as Hermes came to a sudden stop above the sandy desert.
"Sorry, friend, but you don't want to be where I'm going. Return to Olympus. I'll bring you a gift." He reached out to poke the bird in it's chest affectionately, which earned him a warning caw and a nip from the bird before it flew off.
"Right then," Hermes took a deep breath and donned his helm. "Time to pay the creepy uncle a visit."
On visit, Hermes started forward again, building speed until he was running as fast as his godly legs would take him. When he reached a speed that strained his body to the point of pain, he abruptly angled his run straight down toward the mortal world, toward the desert below. As he shot out of the sky, a streak of fire, the sands below began to shift and twist, until Hermes was running at top speed into what appeared to be a whirlpool of Desert sand. In the very Center of the whirlpool, there was a hazy, purple circle, ringed in black fire. Hermes, as a god who prided himself on being able to break any boundary, found it relatively easy to break into the Underworld. Even so, it was never an enjoyable experience. Hermes' clothes caught fire as he descended toward the portal, and would have burned up, had they not been of Olympian make. The desert sands had become a raging storm as the god bent nature to allow himself passage into the realm of Hades. Red fiery streak met purple portal in the ground, and suddenly, as suddenly as it had begun, the strange, mystical desert storm ended.
Hades, The Underworld
Hermes shot out of the portal he had created, and crash-landed hard into a rocky outcropping he hadn't anticipated. The pain of the landing was jarring, but the overwhelming sensation he felt was cold. He was freezing. Only this place ever made him feel this way. He rose to his feet, steam billowing off of him from the sudden shift in temperature. As he rose, he looked around, taking in his grim surroundings, but looking specifically for Hades' palace. Not that he needed to actually find his uncle. If he knew Hades at all, the other God already knew he was here, and exactly where to find him. So, Hermes stretched his aching muscles, and then plopped down where he was,sprawling himself out comfortably, and removing his helmet.
'Morning! I never did start Thor last night, though I did begin research. Zonked out earlier than anticipated. For now, I'm gonna' do a post for Hermes.
They own about half of bavaria and everything to the Rhine. Hoerver nearly a century ago, Rome had invaded and occupied nearly 3/4s of Germany rather than just 1/4th of it as they do now. They got forced back to the Rhine after the Battle of Teutoburg forest which saw a lot of Roman legions dead, and essentially kept the Roman border with Germany static for centuries afterwards. (It was one of the largest and most horrible defeats in Roman history relative to Rome's geopolitical situation at the time, and really hurt the Empire badly. The reason the Empire didn't own Germany and maybe bits of Eastern Europe is because of this, possibly.)
You could relate that huge defeat with your pantheon. It'd make sense if Thor and the Norse/Germanic pantheon intervened to save Germany from Roman Rule, and basically crushed the Greek pantheon in a decisive battle, forcing them nearly completely out of Germany in the process. When it comes to battles, Thor would be at the forefront, so it could certainly relate to your character.
Sounds absolutely perfect. Thanks for the lesson, my history is rusty.
LadyRunic, just to clarify, if I make Thor, then I can essentially proxy Odin through him if the need arises. Example: Thor recieves Orders from Odin, and thus Odin's intentions are known without my having to actually play him. Would that suffice?
Nickname Patron of Theives, The Athlete, The Messenger, Mercury
Age As the second youngest in his Pantheon, Hermes appears to be in his early twenties, with a boyish face.
Gender Male
Race God (Olympian)
Pantheon Greek/Roman
Paraphernalia
The Caduceus is a scepter, forged by Hephaestus and gifted to Hermes. The staff is winged at the tip. Coiled around the staff are two serpents of living Olympian Steel. The serpents can lash out at Hermes' mental command, stretching to double their usual length. In this way, the staff can be used as a whip or grapple. The serpents are venomous, their venom paralyzes mortals, and may make immortals queezy or nauseous.
The Talaria are a pair of winged sandals, forged by Hephaestus. They allow Hermes to fly as swiftly as he could run, which is saying quite a bit. The use of the Talaria is second nature o him, and he hovers and flies more than walking or running.
Hermes' helmet was forged by Hephaestus. Aside from superior and extremely stylish head protection, the helmet allows him a certain degree of control and dominion over animals. As a Patron God of Herding, his powers effect domesticated animals more easily than wild ones.
Appearance Hermes is lean and youthful, but well-toned. He has the physique of a sprinter in top condition. He has short-cropped, messy blonde hair, and bright blue eyes. He prefers clothing that allows for a good deal of movement, and as such, wears very little.
Art is NOT mine. Credit goes to isikol. Check them out on Deviantart, they did a whole project on Greek Deities.
Likes Freedom, killing time, light mischief, wit
Dislikes Boundaries, Cruelty, oppression, strict adherence to rules, boredom
Weaknesses Hermes is... Mercurial, for lack of a better word. He is flighty, and aside from his role as Messenger of the Greek/Roman pantheon, he doesn't take much seriously, and rarely allies himself to causes for long.
Quirks Hermes is obsessive over his charged messages, despite his capricious nature. He doesn't appreciate being held-up when "on a run." Also of note, he is jittery and frequently hyperactive, owning several 'tics' such as tapping his foot repeatedly, and scratching his head. These manifest when he is, for some reason or another, unable to move freely.
Fears Losing his freedom, losing a race
Ambition To prove he is the fastest God in any pantheon, to steal the valued artifacts of other gods
Personality Hermes is casual, amorous, and swift to shift his attentions. He is witty and fun-loving, sometimes to a fault. His charm and love of witty oratory and lighthearted mischief have given him a reputation as either an enjoyable visitor, or an annoying pest, depending on the other God's dispositions.
Pets Celerity, a hawk whom Hermes has gifted with speed to rival his own. Celerity is his only constant companion.
History In his youth, Hermes began to display signs of his incredible speed and athleticism. Early on, he used his powers for mischievous ends, toying with his brothers, stealing from kings, and so on. On one such occasion, Hermes stole his brother Apollo's flock of sheep as they grazed in an Olympian pasture. He took the sheep to a secluded cave, and sheered them, twining their hair to create the first, and most beautiful lyre. Apollo, furious at the loss of his flock, began searching far and wide. However, as a God of Prophecy, Apollo was not lost for long.
After his vision, Apollo found Hermes in the cave, playing his Lyre and singing to Apollo's flock. Apollo had initially intended to murder his brother for his mischief, however, his wrath was lessened somewhat upon hearing the instrument his brother had created. Still, Apollo thought that Hermes should not go unpunished. Apollo attacked Hermes before he noticed him, so that the younger brother could not escape, and he knocked him unconscious. After tying his legs together, Apollo hoisted Hermes into his chariot, and flew straight to Zeus, who he knew would judge his child brother justly.
During the trial, Hermes at first denied his charges. He eventually gave in to Zeus, however, and told the truth. Zeus, who was secretly quite amused with Hermes for both his swiftness and wit, let Hermes go free after a long (and rather stern) talking-to, so long as the Child-God returned his older brother Apollo's flock. In his post-admonishment guilt, Hermes gave his brother his newly created Lyre as an apologetic gift. Apollo, so moved by the beauty of the gift, forgave his brother his transgression, and had the Caduceus scepter forged for Hermes. Since then, the two brothers have been fast friends.
After the debacle, Zeus realized that he needed to give Hermes some sort of channel for his energy and talent, lest the youngling god get himself into more trouble. It was in this way that Hermes was appointed Messenger of the Gods of Olympus, and given his helm and sandals to help him in his mission. He has had many adventures since, having slayed the great Hundred-Eyed Giant Argus Panoptes, founded the martial arts of wrestling and boxing, as well as several sports for competition among gods and mortals, such as racing. His speed and physical prowess have been exceptionally useful in the war with the Gods of Egypt, in which he wrestled and threw down Sobek, the Egyptian God of The Nile, allowing the Roman mortals to utilize the river without being harried by the Egyptian crocodile-god. Currently, he resumes his role as The Messenger, and works tirelessly to help keep the fragile balance of Roman power in check.
Powers: his exact power list is far and beyond lengthy, But powers that never change is the Power over storms, deserts and mirages, other wise for what all powers he truly has is myriad and hard to confirm, as some even attribute to Set the power over shadows, and the darkness in men's hearts.
I don't mean to speak for the GM here, but this makes me nervous. All gods from all pantheons can and would have had vague powers, but the Characters so far have been made with precise powers and limitations. The potential for power-playing seems high.
Been on-and-off of the site for a long time. Male, late-twenties. My interests are varied, but steer towards western fantasy and sci-fi. I'm picky with my weeb media.
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