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Name: ArtemisNickname: Aremtis
Gender: Female
Age (13-19): 16
Birthday: Doesnt remember
God of: The Hunt/Moon/Verginity
Appearance: http://moviecarpet.com/wp-content/upl...
- Height: 5' 11"
- Weight: 140
- Hair: Auburn
- Eyes: Silver
- Style of dress: Leather/Primal
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Personality: She dosnt like guys flirting with her. She enjoys walking in the woods at night and hunting. Shooting arrows clears her head.
Weapons: Bow and arrow
Significant Objects: Bow
Crush:
Other:Not finished
Name: Hades Nickname:
Gender: M
Age (13-19): 19
Birthday:
God of: The Underworld
Appearance:
- Height: 6'3"
- Weight: 175lbs
- Hair: dark brown
- Eyes: black
- Style of dress: simple, though always clean-cut and slightly aristocratic. Wears mostly black, with occasional silver accents.
Personality: Withdrawn and introspective, he tends to melt into the background. Prefers quiet revenge over heated aggression. Is still a deadly warrior, but knows how to pick his fights well. Stays calm in sticky situations when he knows that people are depending on him. Worries very little about the difference between right and wrong; he believes that the end always justifies the means. Despite these dark inclinations, he tries to follow his instincts wherever they lead him.
Weapons: (view spoiler)
Significant Objects: A three-headed puppy named Xiathro (view spoiler)
(Think this in adorable puppy form!) Crush:
Other:
My memories may have failed me, but I will still push past the others
Name: Thana (view spoiler) (or Thanatos, it is the literal translation for Death in Greek)
Nickname: Mors, Letus, Death
Gender: Feminine
Age: 17
Birthday:
God of: Death
Appearance:
- Height: 5'7"
- Weight: 118 lbs.
- Hair: "Death" has dark brown, light brown, and golden colored tresses that pass her shoulders, and end at about shoulder-blade length. It is slightly curly, but more of a wavy form in truth.
- Eyes: Her oculars are a deep cerulean, though at times can become an icy color, like the last frozen breath of a body.
- Style of dress: As of late, "Death"'s been more in street-style clothing, as she finds it much more comfortable. She usually wears a navy blue hoodie, a gray tank-top underneath, dark (but slightly faded) skinny jeans, and she wears two belts that cross over each other, one with a pocket to hold... items, and the other to attach her scythe to. However, she has her more god-like garments. For instance, a dark cloak with a hood that can shadow most of her face, a black tunic with gold edges, and an ankle-length skirt (that actually looks good, mind you).
Personality: Thana is a rather quick-witted figure, with a clever remark to most everything and is more than fluent in the language of sarcasm. She is not one to fool around or have fun, and has more of the dead-serious, you're-an-idiot kind of charisma. Thana is most often seen watching everyone else, observing and constantly taking note. She can get easily irritated with you if you give her a horrible first-impression, though is usually open-minded about such things.
Weapons: Ah, yes, the cliche Death scythe (view spoiler). Thana calls it Obsidian, and is able to summon it when it is not in her grasp. Though the scythe may seem simple, if you look closely you can see darkness swirling around in the blade. The silver accent where the blade meets the handle portrays a skull, and engraved in that is "θάνατος", Death in Greek.
Significant Objects: Other than the To Die list, nothing to be noted.
Crush: None Acquired
Other:
Even Death has it's own wishes
Name: Ate Nickname: He likes to go by the name Cyrano, Samantha once called him that when she met him; she said he was a true solider.
Gender: Masculine
Age: Seventeen ( 17 )
Birthday: January Fourth
God of: Evil and Misfortune (view spoiler)
Appearance:
- Height: Six foot
- Weight: One hundred and sixty seven pounds
- Hair: Jet black
- Eyes: Obsidian black; though they tend to change color depending on his mood.
- Style of dress: Cyrano has a tough boy look, he likes to wear fashion-type clothing. He keeps his lucky-sunglasses with him at all times. Cyrano has bright white teeth, and dark green eyes when he's not changing oculars. Cyrano likes to stand tall and proud, but then again he sometimes looks lazy. He gives off a cocky, dangerous, vicious vibe. He keeps a guitar pic and a couple of charms as his necklace, to be honest he takes no time into how he looks- he's just a natural handsome boy.(view spoiler)
Personality: Cyrano is over-confident and likes to think of himself as a strong, invincible, challenging man; that he can overthrow anyone and rule all.
Cyrano deep down has sympathy for the ones who deserve it and will stand for those who win his heart. Anyone against him deserves hell; that's the way he sees it. Cyrano is a cold-hearted jerk who kills only for his amusement, you could beg and beg but he'd never give you his mercy. Impressing Cyrano is harder than it looks.
Weapons: Cyrano doesn't like to carry weapons on him so he has a spell that if he runs into trouble with a snap of his fingers a weapon of his voice of the five will be summoned. Though only one at a time every four hours and it consumes energy extremely. (view spoiler)
Significant Objects: Other than his charm of his looks that is supposed to attract any woman, none.
Crush: None as far as he knows.
Other:
We were all humans once too, we weren't born gods.
Cyrano as a human was one of the smartest, sweetest, and funniest guys you'd ever meet. He attracted girls and not only by his looks, though he had his heart set for one girl; Samantha. Samantha came by his house everyday enlightening his mood, she was his inspiration, his whole. She loved photography more than anything and always took pictures and videos of Cyrano goofing off around downtown. The ones who found the tapes never did see Samantha, they say she disappeared into the video tapes, but then again that could just be another myth: but aren't we all myths?
Name: Athena
Nickname: Athie, Ath
Gender: Female
Age (13-19): 17
Birthday: 29 March
God of: wisdom, courage, battle stratagy, (view spoiler)
Appearance:
- Height: 172cm
- Weight: 65kg
- Hair: long strawberry blond
- Eyes: blue-grey
- Style of dress: Jeans, runners and a blouse
Personality: Athena is smart, often going the logical way in situations. But being smart and wise doesn't make her stuck up, she likes to help people close to her and defend them from others who have bad intentions. If you find her relaxed, she's friendly and bubbily, liking to lighten the mood of an atmosphere.
To impress Athena, you have to not only be smart, but use the smartness to help others and be a nice, kind person. In other words, Athena just has to be in a good mood that day to like you.
If her or her friends are threatened, she get's really annoyed and will fight furiously to protect the ones she are close to. So, don't annoy this goddess unless you want your head rolling on the floor off of your body.
Weapons: Long silver sword
Significant Objects: (view spoiler)
This is all she has from her past life. She doesn't remember why she has it, just the instinct that it is hers.
Crush: Alden (Hypnos)
Other:
Nickname: Athie, Ath
Gender: Female
Age (13-19): 17
Birthday: 29 March
God of: wisdom, courage, battle stratagy, (view spoiler)
Appearance:
- Height: 172cm
- Weight: 65kg
- Hair: long strawberry blond
- Eyes: blue-grey
- Style of dress: Jeans, runners and a blouse
Personality: Athena is smart, often going the logical way in situations. But being smart and wise doesn't make her stuck up, she likes to help people close to her and defend them from others who have bad intentions. If you find her relaxed, she's friendly and bubbily, liking to lighten the mood of an atmosphere.
To impress Athena, you have to not only be smart, but use the smartness to help others and be a nice, kind person. In other words, Athena just has to be in a good mood that day to like you.
If her or her friends are threatened, she get's really annoyed and will fight furiously to protect the ones she are close to. So, don't annoy this goddess unless you want your head rolling on the floor off of your body.
Weapons: Long silver sword
Significant Objects: (view spoiler)
This is all she has from her past life. She doesn't remember why she has it, just the instinct that it is hers.
Crush: Alden (Hypnos)
Other:
Mod
Nickname: Karianna (as in car, not care; ahhhh-na, not an(d)-na. So: Car-ee-ah-na. Hope the phonetic clarification helps...)
Gender: Female
Age (13-19):18
Birthday: March 13th
God of: spring time and Queen of the Underworld.
Includes:
-Control over vegetation, including life cycles. (Note: different from Demeter's control over the harvest and crops.)
-Carrying into effect curses on souls that mortal men have reaped.
Appearance:
With clear, porcelain skin that seems to mutely glow, Karianna is undeniably beautiful. Enough so, that she attracts unwanted attention from strange suitors. In silky, gently interlocked spirals, ink-colored hair spills down the goddess' back. Eyes of a vivid moss green, like crisp grass, are framed by softly feathered lashes. On occasion, the shining ingenuous orbs become haunted, tangled up in shadows. Though often appearing unworldly in demeanor, her body is generously curved. Pale, slender limbs are lightly muscled, enough so that she can defend herself and does not require the assistance of others in performing menial tasks, but to call her strong or athletic is a hyperbole (though she is a good runner).
- Height: 5'4"
- Weight: 124 pounds.
- Hair: Brunette
- Eyes: Green (view spoiler)
- Style of dress: Karianna prefers loose-fitting, baggy clothes, the better to hide her body. It's embarrassing; she hates when people stare at her, so her choices mainly consist of drab colors and horrible cuts. Though on occasion, Karianna is known to pick clothes that are a riot of color, that burst of sunshine on an overcast day.
Personality: Karianna is a girl on the cusp of womanhood. With beguiling eyes, a nurturing nature, and a soft innocence about her, it's easy for others to confide in her. The touch of an empathetic affinity doesn't hurt, either. But when first making Karianna's acquaintance, the girl seems naive, docile even. But beneath the gullibility and fresh faced youth, darkness festers close to the goddess' heart, a clandestine fascination with the occult. Karianna struggles with temptation, perpetually yearning to reach forward and taste the forbidden fruit, but she tries to control herself, act good and pure as is expected of her. But she can't help feeling like a pretty bird trapped in cage, wondering what it would feel like to embrace the sky's velveteen touch, let darkness own her soul.
Karianna was gifted with an agile mind, but any epiphanies the girl has, she's likely to keep to herself, fearing the judgement and ridicule of those around her. An introvert, Karianna typically prefers the soothing company of nature over the cacophony that comes with the presence of others. She's at her peak when she's alone, unobserved, and free to act as she wishes without the claustrophobic constraints of opinionated eyes.
Weapons:
-Her gifts as stated in "God Of"
-We'll have to see what she manages to scrounge up on the island.
Significant Objects: N/a.
Crush: Technically married to Hades, but with the memory wipe, that no longer stands.
Other: N/a
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Nickname: Cruz
Gender: Male
Age (13-19): 19
Birthday: December 25th
Includes:
-the massive strength of a titan
-the shapeshifting abilities of the gods/titans
-ability to, when he chooses, see all that transpires in the three regions that he controls.
Appearance:
With a proud nose, narrowed eyes, and cruelly curved lips, it is undoubted that Cruz has the face of a man more than willing to castrate his father and devour his children. Though given a second chance, some things never change and the harshly planed lines of the titan's face that hint at power and the willingness to abuse it, is one of them. Frosty gray eyes pry and analyze, in one glance appearing to have torn you to shreds then patched you back together, uninterested in the dissection of everything that makes you inherently you. A small scar tugs at the titan's upper lip, adding to the illusion of brutality, only aided by the starkly toned, muscled body. Olive skin does well to compliment his raven locks. All in all, Cruz seems to look much older than his nineteen years, repressed power lurking just under the surface.
- Height: 6'2".
- Weight: 194 pounds
- Hair: Brunette
- Eyes: Gray
- Style of dress: Anything practical; can't have garments hindering the king of titans.
Personality: Cruz is not a man one would want to run into in a deserted alley at night. Or even in broad daylight, in a clearing, surrounded by others. Frankly, running into Cruz isn't a good idea at all. So try to avoid it. Vicious and ambitious, Cruz will demolish anyone who gets in his way. Like a bulldozer, destruction always follows in the titan's wake, and he, the only one who benefits from it. Cruz has this presence about him, this gravity, that silently pleads for all in his company not to take their eyes off the bastard, that if for one second, his actions go unwatched, the results will be deadly; that if you blink, Cruz will suddenly be surrounded in a pool of mutilated bodies, that reticent gaze now fixed on you. Really, it's just the body's natural instinct to sense danger when in his presence.
Cruz is prone to long, taciturn moments of thought, perpetually evaluating until that moment when he explodes into a fury of action. Meticulously planned, of course, as Cruz does no deed without careful consideration and all possible outcomes weighed. While greedy and cruel, the attributes do not show in a sleazy, glib way. No, Cruz is much too urbane for that, too calculated to be likened to the burnouts with similar desires. Simply put, Cruz takes what he wants, no backhanded conning involved.
Though abusive and domineering, to call Cruz malicious isn't quite right. The way he acts is almost too...natural to be malicious. Call him any other negative word and it's likely to be accurate, but malicious doesn't quite fit the bill. Perhaps because of the spiteful connotation. Cruz is vengeful, yes, but not spiteful. There's something too...inevitable about the titan to be malicious.
Weapons:
-Titanly talents previously stated.
-Cruz does have a certain fondness for sickles, and will fashion one on the island.
(view spoiler)
Significant Objects:
-His sickle.
Crush: N/a
Other:
-Cruz holds great respect for the earth.
-When positive his time will pass unpestered, Cruz likes to meditate.
Name: ArachneNickname: Kismet
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Birthday: November 16
Goddess of: Spiders and Weaver of Fate
Allows her to…
-Control spiders.
-See, weave, and manipulate the strings of Fate. This permits her to tilt luck in her favor or against others and have an immediate impact on one’s mortality.
-Be really freaking good at weaving. Without a loom.
- Can talk to spiders.
Appearance:
Kismet has an extremely pale, and flawless complexion presenting the allusion that she’s constructed entirely of porcelain. The only thing that marrs her skin is a long pale scar on the back of her neck, concealed by her hair. Aristocratic features decorate her delicate face, jawline prominent. Her lips are full, often just so parted and flushed in that just-been-kissed fashion. The voice that passes through doesn’t disappoint either; sensual, well-enunciated, and husky, one might hardly notice some of the intelligent things she says. Eyebrows elegantly arched over hooded brown eyes with dark lashes look down toward a slim nose. Kismet’s expression typically appears subtly bored, chin raised with condescension, but if one looks closely enough, a tiny spark of amusement may be found in her eyes. Her limbs are long and graceful, as are her nimble, slightly calloused fingers. Long brunette tresses fall over her shoulders and back in fine strands. With narrow shoulders and a seemingly fragile silhouette, she paints the image of a Grecian princess well—were one to never witness her surprising strength. The benefit of being a goddess, I suppose.
- Height: : 5’7”
- Weight: : 117 lbs.
- Hair: : Long, well maintained, and brown.
- Eyes: : A dark shade of—what do you know?—brown.
- Style of dress: While Kismet does have a taste for priceless, extravagant pieces of jewelry, she wears them sparingly and tastefully as royalty often does. Since she prefers to do her weaving out of doors, she can often be found in woven sandals, floral print shorts, jeans, sundresses, and chiffon blouses. However, given the opportunity, she loves the opulence of gowns, lacey and embroidered.
Personality: Kismet reigns with the powerful intuition of a woman, using everything she has to survive. A low cut blouse, seemingly undressing one with her eyes—if she can manage it, the persuasive woman will do anything to ensure she comes out on top. And she’ll do it with grace and sophistication. She’s subject to passion and emotion and if she feels slighted, Kismet will resent you with bitterness. You won’t forget it anytime soon. And neither will she. She’s very obstinate. Sometimes her opinion seems to be the only one that matters and she has a very difficult time admitting to being wrong, but nevertheless people are attracted to her. She won’t hesitate to challenge anyone who thinks her inferior and she refuses to back down even at the risk of her own death. Kismet is prideful in a way that is borderline self-destructive. One should not take advantage of her.
Lest some very unpleasant spiders make their way into your bed…
Often poisonous words spew from her pretty little mouth. Don’t demean her, don’t flatter her unnecessarily, and whatever you do: don’t double cross her. Be truthful.
Weapons: Her enameled bo-staff. If it’s not within her possession, she can easily fashion a new one.
Significant Objects: The jeweled wristlet/ring that wraps around her left hand.
Crush: Duh, not yet.
Fun Facts:
-Her skin is hot—she’s a veritable space heater.
-For some reason, Athena's face really pisses her off...
Name: CalypsoNickname: Vito
Gender: Male.
Age: Nineteen.
Birthday: April 20
God of: Ogygia
Which allows him to…
-Enchant women to stay with his lonely self on the Island of Ogygia
-Maintain minor control over the sea
-Hypnotize by song
Appearance:
Vito’s skin is tanned and freckled from excessive sun exposure, though slightly scraped and scarred in some places. He is of a solid build with broad shoulders, muscle contouring his entire, lean body. His cheekbones are prominent, aligning with a masculine jawline and strong bone structure. Luxuriously full lips tempt even the most virtuous of virgins, though Vito can’t say that he minds too much. His nose is slightly button-like, an unusually childish feature on such a sensual man. Exotic, almond-shaped eyes are fringed by feminine lashes—While Vito’s features are not necessarily manly, they are seductive. He’s just brooding enough to pull it off. His voice is soft, deep, and smooth, a steady timbre that pulls one in without any sort of effort.
- Height: 6’3”
- Weight: 170 lbs.
- Hair: Dark, slightly longer strands pushed out of his face.
- Eyes: An enigmatic shade of black.
- Style of dress: Usually a simplistic cotton shirt and jeans. Sometimes he’ll just wander around in sweatpants. Whatever.
Personality: As soon as Vito enters a room, the space seems to tingle with sexual charge. He is enthusiastic in everything, and confidant sometimes to the point of swaggering, but he inspires the same confidence in others with his honesty and quick wit. Although he may taste a bit too strong at first, Vito really does have a soft and sensitive heart. As such, when he feels abandoned or unloved, he can get kind of mopey.
He isn’t shy in the least about going after what he wants, aggressive to the point of tyrannical, at worst. He bounces back relatively fast, recovering if only to follow his heart’s desire with dauntless determination. Gifted with innate courage, tenacity, and intelligence, it’s hard to believe his lovers don’t stick around.
Exploratory and affectionate by nature, Vito is not afraid of challenges and seems to glow with energy. He’s very generous and self-dependent, though outspoken at times. Everyone has their flaws though—Vito is no exception. He can get quite impatient or restless and harbors deep resentment towards those who wound him. Typically, he’s more concerned about himself than anyone else, but will always fight for a good cause. He can be a bit too much of a daredevil.
Weapons: An enchanted dagger that he can summon at will.
Significant Objects: A golden coin on a thin, matching chain and a set of dog tags.
Crush: Nada por ahora.
Fun Facts:
- His vocal range is extremely wide.
- He has a preference for Italian ballads.
- His body temperature is comfortably warm—like a teddy bear.
Mod
Nickname: Samantha "Sam"
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Birthday: August 17th
God of: Fire, the forge, crafting
Includes:
- Controlling fire (Plus being fireproof)
- Being able to make anything out of anything
Appearance:
Sam is tall and more striking than straight-on beautiful, more of a head turner and jaw-dropper than someone you'd think is gorgeous. She tends to stand out in a crowd (well duh, she's a goddess), mostly because of how she doesn't care how she dresses yet still pulls off good looks. She has quite a bold look to her, from her determined face to her flawless skin, and her muscled build. Having spent most of her immortal life (not that she remembers any of it of course) using heavy weapons and slaving over hot metal, she has quite an athletic structure, thick muscle holed up in her arms and back. She practically radiates her confidence, the way she lifts her chin and stares defiantly back at anyone who dare shoot her a dirty look.
- Height: 6'0
- Weight: 150 lbs
- Hair: Sam's hair is a deep brown color with lighter streaks from small exposures to sunlight, cascading in loose waves down her back. Reaching the base of her spine, the ends curl slightly, giving it an uneven layered look that is always slightly chaotic. Organized chaos is what she likes to refer to it as. It is most often found in a messy bun on top of her head, or held back by a red bandanna that serves as a headband. She couldn't care less how it looks, but somehow it always manages to look stylishly messy.
- Eyes: Surrounded by a forest of black lashes, her eyes are a deep brown color, the pigment of dark chocolate. Hidden in smaller streaks are dots of red, those of which seem to glow like hot embers when she is angry. Her eyes are quite beautiful, but they are the type that you have to take the time to look more closely at to realize they're intensity.
- Style of dress: Sam can be found in almost anything comfortable. She tends to wear faded and well-worn jeans, holes ranging from small tears to big gaps peaking from the folds of the fabric. Small sections of burnt denim can be found upon closer inspection. She tends to wear tank-tops that show off her arm muscles, filling her with a sense of pride for her hard work. Wearing them also serves to cool her down when she is working in the forges or summoning flame to surround her. You know, the usual. When her bandanna isn't in her hair, it is folded into a line and wrapped around her left bicep. She wears steel-toed boots, just in case one of her heavy tools or projects happens to fall on her toes while she works.
Personality: Sam is fierce and independent. Her courage is practically overflowing from her, unmarred by others. Rarely frightened by anything, she will merely smirk at any who attempt to scare her through intimidation. She will not back down from a challenge, and I suppose that could be good or bad depending on how you look at it. Her confidence may be high and she may be cocky, but she know where her limits lie and does her best not to make stupid life decisions.
Sam is stubborn and tough. She tends not to listen to any instructions given to her, unless they are in her best interest. She doesn't take orders from anyone, thinking of herself as her own boss. She is also tough as nails, able to scare a grown bear back into hibernation with one glare (not really, but how cool would that be?). Don't get me wrong, she's a lovable person, kind most of the time. It would just be in your best interest to stay on her good side.
She can have small anger issues at times, which is why she keeps something to tinker with at all times. Making stuff helps her inner flame die down faster, and it is her goal to try and control her temper outbursts.
Weapons: Anything that she makes on the island she can tailor to herself. Whatever she has available she will use.
Significant Objects: Her red bandanna.
- She'll probably make a tool belt with tools on the island.
Crush: You know the drill.
Other:
- She has a strange fear of heights (something about being through off of a mountain when she was littler)
Name: Pandora Cyrus BlaireNickname: Cye (Pronounced: Cry)
Gender: Feminine
Age: She is seventeen years of age.
Birthday: 01/06
God of:
Natural balance- The ability to regulate the balance of natural forces according to the natural state of existence
Fate- The knowledge of fate for each object composed in reality.
Reap- The knowledge of which beings are no longer worthy of existence and the ability to separate their existence and create another new being from the remains.
Appearance:
Pandora has a unique appearence to her that sets her apart among most crowds. She has a unique taste for face paints that easily draw attention of people. Her inspiration for such things is assumed to be derived from her traumatic past though she has given little insight on an origin.
Height: She reaches a height of 6'0.
Weight: She weighs 140 pounds
Hair: Her hair is inconsistent regarding length. It most often varies by levels of convenience at times. Her hair is a deep crimson the most closely resembles human blood. Through a lens or mirrored surface her hair appears a shade of darkness with no other comparison. Her hair is most often left to the natural length to the point where it wisps past her waistline. Her hair reaches its full beauty when submerged in utter darkness or direct light but can never be anything more then plain otherwise.
Eyes: Her eyes match the chaos from which she was born of, a icy grey blue. As her anger rises her eyes have been known to reach a point of inner hysteria, described as a storm within her iris. Her oculars retain a light blue glow when submerged into darkness and allow her the ability of sight in the low hours.
Skin: Her skin keeps a plain pale color that can at times resemble that of stone. Her skin has never had the privilege of retaining a single ounce of color that might suggest life to her being. Her skin shifts slightly over the expanse of her body, changing from the pale of her face and neck to the white marble shade across her limbs and torso. Because of this coloring it gives her the appearance of a living statue.
Facial Structure: Her facial structure is composed of several components. Her high set cheekbones give her the look of fierce nature. Her strong set jaw give her the look of authority. The small contours of skin between facial bones adds to the lithe appearance she has.
Body Structure: Her body structure closely resembles that of her face. Her lean, muscular body allows for speed as well as stealth and endurance but cannot compare much to that of pure strength. She is taller by nature and this allows for a look of power without words.
Style of dress: Her style of dress is of a practical nature. Her most common dress style consists of heavy cotton t-shirt and cargo pants overlapped by a leather jacket. Her footwear consists of a single pair of combat boots in a darker shade of black.
Personality: Pandora is a complicated being to understand, though she finds her means of thought quite simple. Several different aspects work to make up her personality.
Independent/Isolated: Pandora knows how to function better on her own than she does around others and has often had issues with trust. In her mind if a person is able to rely solely on them self in the time of their existence they might better avoid betrayal. In some aspects she was correct on this matter though at times there exist feats that cannot be done by a single being. In her time she has stuck with these ways and survived many trials because of it.
Daring: she is quite daring for a person who is supposedly traumatized by her past. Some might describe her as without fear but she would not, knowing only a foolish person would live without fear. She believes that taking risk is the only option is she is ever expected to thrive in life. In many situations this nature might be foolish, bordering on downright dangerous but she has a well adapted understanding of this and having known the ways of death for so long she seems to know of something many others do not.
Precise/Interpretive: She is very precise in her actions, knowing if she has not thought out every action than failure is her own to claim no matter the situation. She well understands the concept of blame and has forever sworn it off, making it seem as if she takes the fall for every situation she partakes in. This can at times be a weakness.
Insightful/Analytic: She has well adapted her ability to read people. She enjoys knowledge, gained without words. This is one of her few true pleasures in life and allows her to better associate with others when she is allowed to indulge in these activities. She close to never uses the information of a person against them unless provoked.
Fierce/Loyal: When engaged in battle or severely provoked she is a force to be reckoned with, easily losing her calm demeanor for a one of violent murderous intent. She is loyal to those who have gained her allegiance but most often judges and chooses her side by their standpoint rather than relationships with a particular party. She vows only to fight for just causes and kill only those who deserve death.
Obligation: She has a sense of obligation toward her sole duty that is bringing death to those who have been proved unworthy of life. Because of this she might be described as a reaper, though she is something of a mixed breed among the Greeks.
Weapons: Pandora has a particular fondness of unique and combined weaponry. She has a tendency to choose melee weapons rather than firing weapons. Her opinion on blunt force weaponry varies between particular weapons, the same is to be said with her opinion of explosives. Her weapons of choice include sword, throwing knives, bow and arrows, dagger and machete. She tends to lean towards weapons with agility, speed and swift killing. She is able to operate nearly any type of weapon and is able to fight competently with all.
Significant Objects: She has very few possessions and even fewer that she holds dear to her. Among those few are the lock and key that opened the box of her past. These items are a constant reminder of her past and each is worn around her neck to forever hold her to her past. Neither can be removed by her own hand and if she were to be parted from either she would slowly wither away back to the sacred place of her past that is unknown to all but her.
Lock: (view spoiler)
Key: (view spoiler)
Crush: None at present.
Other: This character many be modified any time in the near future.
Name: Hypnos
Nickname: Alden (meaning old friend). He prefers this name.
Gender: boy
Age (13-19): 17
Birthday: December 21…
God of: sleep, slumber, (you get the idea…)
Appearance:
- He is about height: 6”5, and his weight: 175 pounds. His body is relatively lean and thin, like a long distance runner and he has long, slender fingers for a boy. His face his smooth and has no definite features but his bright eyes. He can also fit, reach or hide in some surprising places.
- Hair: blackish hair that shines (ultra) violet/blue when the night stars shine on his head and only when he’s asleep.
- Eyes: his eyes are like liquid mercury in the night and white-grey in the sunlight (you guys know when someone’s eyes are a light colour it looks dark in the dark…).
- Style of dress: he has a plain grey vest jacket (as seen in picture) that he never wants to take off— he claims its comfortable and he doesn’t want to lose it— he wears an aged black pair of jeans, it starts to get tattered and worn from the shin down and it drapes over most of his white trainers. His under shirt is dark grey with long sleeves that goes up to his wrists and a V-neck collar. The under shirt is thick in material and has a hoodie. He also has a watch on his left hand. His shoes which have an (ultra) violet accent.
Personality: Alden is very straight forward when speaking, when you get him to wake that is… He is good at reading people’s faces and knows when to keep well away from people. Usually he does stuff to anger people but sacrifices his peace for the good of others (silently he “suffers”), though it doesn’t bother him too much; he smiles slightly with tired eyes and enjoys the variaty of the intense emotions being displayed. Shouting at him dosn't do much. Make no mistake, though Alden is quick to forgive—mostly because he hates conflict as it “goes on forever” and it takes too much time and energy for his liking— he does not accept fool-heartedness, especially when an easier route could be found. He is not one to curse.
Alden will listen even though he looks asleep and often plans pranks during his naps. Although he won't initiate the plan until he sees the oppurtune moment. Otherwise he loves animals (fluffy ones), no matter the size, and is a warm hearted loving softy when you get to know him. He’s lazy sometimes and plays along with other peoples plans, seeing it as an oppurtunity to learn from them. Although he has a sad aura that he can’t seem to shake. He knows he wants to actually try this time, he might be mischievous, but he knows what is right. So why can’t he get up from his dreams can do something cool in reality?
Weapons:
Alden has no weapons really, but his mouth. He can be very persuasive, but if all else fails he has a knife in his jacket that he does not want to use. It is a black, onyx looking metal knife that when struck against something makes a low hum, and it’s the length of his arm (elbow to wrist). The knife’s edge gets a lighter shade as it thins and has wide teeth.
Significant Objects:
He has a card made of a light bronzy metal. But it is carved out to have a whimsical look… There is a gemstone entwined in the card. It reminds him of someone, but of course he can’t remember. It makes him smile so he keeps it, even though people who he shows it to thinks it looks stupid.
Crush: None.
Other: his famous argument-
“Are you cranky? Take a nap.”
“What?”
“Take. A. Nap. It always helps, at least for me it does.”
“Wait, wait, you expect me to believe that you get angry… unbelievable! And no, it does not always work.”
“Well, you never know if you don’t try, right? And besides… it’s not good to add an agitated person to a group.”
“Oh really. Why is that?”
“Anger is like fire, and it needs to be fed, right… with oxygen?”
“Right…”
“That group is its oxygen. And if I know anger, it’s a greedy son of a pathice. It will devour them, consume their consciences and tear their senses to shreds. I don’t think either one of us wants that. So, what do you do? You take a nap; I’ll stand guard if you’re scared, or something.”
“…”
Nickname: Alden (meaning old friend). He prefers this name.
Gender: boy
Age (13-19): 17
Birthday: December 21…
God of: sleep, slumber, (you get the idea…)
Appearance:
- He is about height: 6”5, and his weight: 175 pounds. His body is relatively lean and thin, like a long distance runner and he has long, slender fingers for a boy. His face his smooth and has no definite features but his bright eyes. He can also fit, reach or hide in some surprising places.
- Hair: blackish hair that shines (ultra) violet/blue when the night stars shine on his head and only when he’s asleep.
- Eyes: his eyes are like liquid mercury in the night and white-grey in the sunlight (you guys know when someone’s eyes are a light colour it looks dark in the dark…).
- Style of dress: he has a plain grey vest jacket (as seen in picture) that he never wants to take off— he claims its comfortable and he doesn’t want to lose it— he wears an aged black pair of jeans, it starts to get tattered and worn from the shin down and it drapes over most of his white trainers. His under shirt is dark grey with long sleeves that goes up to his wrists and a V-neck collar. The under shirt is thick in material and has a hoodie. He also has a watch on his left hand. His shoes which have an (ultra) violet accent.
Personality: Alden is very straight forward when speaking, when you get him to wake that is… He is good at reading people’s faces and knows when to keep well away from people. Usually he does stuff to anger people but sacrifices his peace for the good of others (silently he “suffers”), though it doesn’t bother him too much; he smiles slightly with tired eyes and enjoys the variaty of the intense emotions being displayed. Shouting at him dosn't do much. Make no mistake, though Alden is quick to forgive—mostly because he hates conflict as it “goes on forever” and it takes too much time and energy for his liking— he does not accept fool-heartedness, especially when an easier route could be found. He is not one to curse.
Alden will listen even though he looks asleep and often plans pranks during his naps. Although he won't initiate the plan until he sees the oppurtune moment. Otherwise he loves animals (fluffy ones), no matter the size, and is a warm hearted loving softy when you get to know him. He’s lazy sometimes and plays along with other peoples plans, seeing it as an oppurtunity to learn from them. Although he has a sad aura that he can’t seem to shake. He knows he wants to actually try this time, he might be mischievous, but he knows what is right. So why can’t he get up from his dreams can do something cool in reality?
Weapons:
Alden has no weapons really, but his mouth. He can be very persuasive, but if all else fails he has a knife in his jacket that he does not want to use. It is a black, onyx looking metal knife that when struck against something makes a low hum, and it’s the length of his arm (elbow to wrist). The knife’s edge gets a lighter shade as it thins and has wide teeth.
Significant Objects:
He has a card made of a light bronzy metal. But it is carved out to have a whimsical look… There is a gemstone entwined in the card. It reminds him of someone, but of course he can’t remember. It makes him smile so he keeps it, even though people who he shows it to thinks it looks stupid.
Crush: None.
Other: his famous argument-
“Are you cranky? Take a nap.”
“What?”
“Take. A. Nap. It always helps, at least for me it does.”
“Wait, wait, you expect me to believe that you get angry… unbelievable! And no, it does not always work.”
“Well, you never know if you don’t try, right? And besides… it’s not good to add an agitated person to a group.”
“Oh really. Why is that?”
“Anger is like fire, and it needs to be fed, right… with oxygen?”
“Right…”
“That group is its oxygen. And if I know anger, it’s a greedy son of a pathice. It will devour them, consume their consciences and tear their senses to shreds. I don’t think either one of us wants that. So, what do you do? You take a nap; I’ll stand guard if you’re scared, or something.”
“…”
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Dani wrote: "Approved if you take out the bit about god of peace and can find a picture that's not anime. Please remove your comments until such time as one of the mods have approved your charrie."
Okidoki... sorry bout that (and yeah, the peace thing, made a mistake. Definitely the God of sleep X<)
Okidoki... sorry bout that (and yeah, the peace thing, made a mistake. Definitely the God of sleep X<)
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Dani wrote: "And sorry, if this seems a bit nitpicky, but his height and weight. Combined, I'm not sure it's physically plausible."They ARE gods, ya know, how they appear isnt how they truly look.
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Dani wrote: "Are you implying glamours? If so, I consent that it's true they can manifest such, but with their current lack of insight upon their true selves, they would be appearing as typical humans, their on..."BUt they could appear in the last form they used before Chaos took their memories....
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Dani wrote: "Not necessarily. Chaos reverted all their ages, forcing upon them the appearance of teenage years."TEENAGE? Realy? I think I may need to edit Artemis
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Dani wrote: "And sorry, if this seems a bit nitpicky, but his height and weight. Combined, I'm not sure it's physically plausible."
Oh, it's possible alright. However, I see what you mean though... I might change his weight, seeing that I'm re-reading it for errors of any sort.
Oh, it's possible alright. However, I see what you mean though... I might change his weight, seeing that I'm re-reading it for errors of any sort.
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Nickname: Theodore the Transcendent. No, wait--Theodore the Titillating. Turgid Theo. Theo. Dory. T. Theo adores nicknames and is perpetually shuffling through a list of titles for himself, as is necessary for every man of his flamboyant caliber. And he'll cherish you forever if you give him a nickname; the more unique, the more brownie points.
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Birthday: August 17th
God of: Meows? No? Okay. (Rawrs?--Okay. Shutting up now. Right.)
Well, to call our boy here a god is a stretch, one that he considers incredibly flattering. No, instead he's usually characterized in a Venn Diagram of groups: beast, Monster, terrorizer, carnivore...You get the point. But to get to the very tip of the point? Nemean Lion. No, not the Nemean lion (he's highly offended that everyone always thinks of his great aunt, and not his fabulous self), but a Nemean lion. A relative of the one Hercules strangled.
Which brings us to....Includes:
-Shapeshifting
-Impenetrable fur
-Claws that can cut through anything
-An excuse to sniff stranger's asses
-Heightened senses
-Great back muscles
-Increased speed/agility/stamina
-The ability to converse in both forms (though not very well).
Appearance:
Theo's body stretches into long, languid muscles, every action accented with lazy feline grace. With easy, loping strides, Theo appears to prowl forward, each muscle rolling with supine leisure. To watch the lion-man stretch is to observe a cat waking from a nap, slowly unfurling from his recline, each move perfectly controlled and a beautiful ripple of flesh. The teenager's skin is a lightly freckled, golden-bronze color, a clear indication of his hedonistic worship of the sun. Also a sign of extensive sun exposure, the feline's wavy chestnut locks are threaded with radiant streaks of gold, fiery blonde flirting with lush brown. While Theo's eyes appear a brilliantly flashing emerald most of the time, upon close inspection the glowing orbs are actually an intriguing whirlwind of blues and greens and yellows, all clashing and fighting for dominance. Situated below his straight nose rests the lion's sculpted, pink lips, oftentimes pulled into an egocentric pout or curled into a dauntless grin. Completing Theo's sun-kissed looks are assertively refined cheekbones and a defined jawline to match.
- Height: 6'1"
- Weight: 187 pounds.
- Hair: Light brown/burnt gold
- Eyes: Green, for the most part.
- Style of dress: Clothes aren't really a thing Theo does. He's a cat, dammit; it's just unnatural to put such confines on him. But he doesn't actively strive to make those around him uncomfortable (mostly), so with the right urging, he'll scrounge up something to cover his nudity, but only at the behest of his companions. When he does find articles to drape himself in, he likes faded, hip-hugging jeans, molding sweaters, and colorful scarves for that extra, bombastic flavor.
Also: The necklace seen circling Theo's neck in the picture is in fact a possession of his, a family heirloom so to speak. It marks his ancestry, serves as a reminder of the past. Set within intricate, bronze knots, a lion roars, teeth bared and mane tossed back in defiant ferocity.
The lion:
Your average male lion weighs 400 pounds, is eight feet in length (including the tail) and about three and a half feet in height. Theo? Not so much. At a staggering six hundred pounds, eleven feet (with the tail), and a few inches shy of five feet in height, he dwarfs the rest of his kind, an obvious indication of his unique bloodline.
And rest assured: even if Theo couldn't communicate in guttural speech as a lion, his expressions would more than make up for it.
Personality:
Ever heard the phrase Drama Lion? No? Well it's about to start coming up. A lot. Along with vainglorious monologues. And woe-is-me speeches. And general whining that someone needs to fondle his ears--it's hard to scratch there and doing it in his human form just isn't the same! No one will ever understand Theo. *heavy sigh* Poor Theo: always so misunderstood.
But beyond Theo's self absorbed disposition, our loquacious little lion is all cuddles and general bubbliness. Attention seeking by nature, the monster will do anything to please an audience, unashamed in all matters. With an envious streak as long as his tail, the feline likes to take commonly coined phrases and point them in their proper direction--him. While girls do love to have fun, more importantly, so do lions and Theo is no exception to this rule, always after whatever will entertain him--or put him in the position to entertain others. Really, it's a wonder that the sun bothers to shine on the whole of the earth--Theo would be perfectly content if it was trained solely on him. And our boy's confident (egotistical?) enough to believe that his performances shall suffice for all.
With too much exposure to the lion, those around him often undergo sensory overload, simply overwhelmed. (And yes, Theo derives much pride from this fact). While pompous and ridiculous, befriend this feline and you'll have a
Really, all Theo wants to do is turn all those frowns upside down...And you know, Theo is just queer enough that he may stick them on sideways.
Weapons:
-Claws
-Teeth
-Athleticism that comes with being part cat
-Extensive knowledge of which plants on the island are poisonous.
-His fur serves as an impenetrable shield
-Human weapons hidden in secret spots all over the island (don't touch his spots).
Significant Objects: His necklace, as described in appearance.
Crush:
Other:
Theo's...different. And it's not just his ego talking; his circumstances are legitimately different than those of the other charries created thus far. For you see, before Chaos brought the civilized aspects of Greek mythology (aka gods, titans, etc), he transported the monsters, beasts such as the hellhounds and hydra; beasts like the Nemean lion. Chaos was setting the stage, so to speak, moving the pieces in place before adding the centerpiece, those who woke up in the meadow. So, for three weeks now, Theo's inhabited the island, making due with the twist of events as best he can.
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Lady Poppy wrote: "Dany, can you please increase the weight to 170ish? If he is that tall and that light, he probably has some sort of sickness :/ Once you do that, we'll accept him."
Okidoki.
Okidoki.
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Name: Vulcan
Nickname: Vulcan - nicknames are for children and those who have something to hide or be ashamed of.
Gender: male
Age (13-19): 19
Birthday: 5th march
God of: The Forge and Creator of Lightening
Appearance:
- Height: 6ft 4
- Weight: 180kilos
- Hair: Black and spiked
- Eyes: Sky blue
- Style of dress: Celtic with a hint of leather
http://www.google.co.uk/imgres?q=slai...
Personality: Just as happy to smash a mallet into a head as a sword....likes to say "Kiss my axe!"
Weapons: Lightning and anything close enough to throw.
Significant Objects: His forging hammer, called Painkiller
Nickname: Vulcan - nicknames are for children and those who have something to hide or be ashamed of.
Gender: male
Age (13-19): 19
Birthday: 5th march
God of: The Forge and Creator of Lightening
Appearance:
- Height: 6ft 4
- Weight: 180kilos
- Hair: Black and spiked
- Eyes: Sky blue
- Style of dress: Celtic with a hint of leather
http://www.google.co.uk/imgres?q=slai...
Personality: Just as happy to smash a mallet into a head as a sword....likes to say "Kiss my axe!"
Weapons: Lightning and anything close enough to throw.
Significant Objects: His forging hammer, called Painkiller
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