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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Sept 4, 2019 0:17:28 GMT -5
Omnium rerum principia parva sunt . . .In the beginning, there were a small handful of gods, each one worshiped and realized by mortals, and as time went on, more gods came to be. However, what happens when a god loses that recognition? When suddenly, no one remembers them? What happens to the gods that lose the people that believed in them? They fall. Fall to the earth bound to live the rest of their immortal existence among the very humans that had forgotten them and caused their downfall. What happens to the gods born of an age when people didn’t believe in them to begin with? What happens when a god rises with nothing to stand on? They remain on earth, tied to the world they grew in without ever getting the recognition they deserve. Gods without their title, immortal and powerful yet capable of hurt, capable of pain, and capable of suffering. For they are gods of the earth, and to the earth they are bound. - Welcome to Fallen World! This roleplay is about a group of Earth Gods (more information further down the page) as they struggle through life on earth as immortals, however when the gods above decide the earth is no longer needed and seek to destroy it, the earth gods must unite together to defend their home before it crumbles into dust and becomes a Fallen World.
We also have a discord that you can find the link to below, as we do most of our chatting there, I strongly recommend you try it out! Link: discord.gg/FJBmTZE . . . The beginning of all things are small- - - - - - - - - - RULES Cessanta ratione legis cessat ipsa lex . . .Activity: There's no real activity requirement, we all have lives outside the forums, but do try to get on as much as you can. Having active members makes for a fun dynamic and keeps the role-play alive. Role-play Ability: While I don't necessarily want to see constant one-liners, there's no need to write paragraph upon paragraph in each post. Write as much or as little as you want. Power-playing: Okay, so, this is a role-play about immortals, but that still doesn't mean you can go around and be the most powerful and control everything and everyone. There are still limits in place, and if you ever have a question about something, feel free to ask! Gender Ratio: Genders are to stay relatively even. Since there is a character limit, you must have one male and one female. Perfection: No character is perfect, it's as simple as that. LGBTQA+: Characters falling within this spectrum are more than allowed, no exceptions.. . . When the reason for the law ceases, the law itself ceases- - - - - - - - - - JOINING FORM
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Sept 4, 2019 0:19:43 GMT -5
PLOT
Ad astra per aspera . . .When the gods above find a way to keep their godly titles without the support of humans to remember them, humanity and the earth become obsolete; so they plan on destroying it all, starting over somewhere else, somewhere they can have complete and utter reign the way they want.
When Lottie, a 20 year old earth god, finds out about their plot to destroy the world, she sets out to unite all the other earth gods together in hopes of stopping the gods above and save their home before it’s too late and the world falls too.
But in the end, what can a ragtag group of fallen and new gods do against the ones that still hold all the power?
The first portion of this roleplay will focus on getting all 21 of the earth gods together and convincing them to save the world, after that we’ll focus more on their actual attempts to do that, as well as flashbacks through history. It should also be noted that the roleplay is set in the year 2020. . . . Through adversity to the stars- - - - - - - - - - EARTH GODS Ab aeterno . . .Earth Gods: Earth gods are the collective combination of Fallen Gods, New Gods, and the newest addition: the Nomad God, they’re immortal and have at least one power or ability that links them to the place and time of their “birth”, no power can ever be duplicated while the earth god is still alive, causing a great diversity in what they can do. While immortal, earth gods were either stripped of, or never received their official title as a god, which has left them capable of feeling pain, getting hurt, falling ill, or any of the physical downsides that mortals might also deal with, such as breaking a bone, having a migraine, getting drunk and hungover, throwing up, and other such things. They are made sturdier than mortals though, which makes it harder for them to get hurt or fall sick, though it is still plenty within the realm of plausibility for them. Along with their powers and abilities that they have, some gods have also received the ability to communicate with more than just humans, however this is rare for earth gods that don’t have a power that coincides with animals or something else to begin with. Along with this, perhaps the biggest and largest differences between an earth god and an “official” god is that they are bound to the earth, meaning that no matter what, they can’t return to the realm of gods, they have to stay on the earth, and they can also, in a way: die. Dying for an earth god is extremely rare, and the only way that it can happen is if two earth gods decide to battle against each other, deep within the fiery pits of the underworld, each one wielding a weapon made from the blood of their enemies and forged in the fires of the underworld. With this weapon, they can potentially kill each other in combat. It is the only way for an earth god to die, and though the battle to the death is a rare occurrence, it has been the cause of the decrease in earth gods for centuries now. Fallen Gods: Fallen gods are the oldest of the earth gods, they were once official gods like the ones above, walking among them as equals, however as they lost their following on earth, and as they were forgotten to time and history, not even stories and fables remaining for humanity to remember them by, they fell from their godly titles and were bound to the earth to live out the rest of their days. Typically, all fallen gods are at least over 1000 years old and fell a great time ago. To them, falling from their title of godhood felt akin to dying and being reborn on the earth, it was painful and antagonizing for them, each one suffering in a way unique to their fall. They are forbidden from returning to the realm of the gods, and unless the gods above choose to speak to them, they are blocked from communicating with the gods entirely. Currently, there are only 10 fallen gods remaining, all spread about in different places of the world. New Gods: New gods are the youngest of the earth gods, they were born of either godly parents or created into existence during a time when no one was willing to believe in them, they went by unknown, unnoticed, and never recognized as a god by mortal men. Due to this, they never gained the official godhood title, and those that were born of godly parents were likely abandoned on earth once their parents tired of them. Typically new gods are 1000 years old or younger, depending on when they were born or created, they are typically a bit more connected to the mortals and their ideas than the fallen gods are, as they’ve never known anything else and it’s allowed for them to really grow up in a mortal world. They have never been to the realm of the gods and likely never will, they have never communicated with a god from above unless said god chose to speak with them, and though they were born gods just like the others, it’s not uncommon for them to feel a disconnect from their godhood that the fallen gods just don’t quite understand. Currently, there are only 10 new gods remaining, covering all different parts of the world. Nomad God: Sometimes referred to as the Millennium God, or the Barely God, the Nomad God is a new conundrum that only recently surfaced 20 years ago. The child of a fallen god and a new god, it’s often up to debate on if the nomad god should really be considered a god to begin with, despite meeting the exact same standards that earth gods are held up to. The nomad god is something that had never happened before, and due to this, the gods above actually took a small amount of interest in them, just enough to allow them to visit the godly realm on very rare occasions, simply to see the progress of this new type of god and see whether or not they should be counted to begin with. The nomad god received the name “nomad” due to the fact that they are not tied to a specific continent or location in general like the other earth gods are, they are something new, something completely unheard of before, and something that has left the other gods in the realm of uncertainty. Currently there is only one nomad god. There are 21 Earth Gods and they will be the main focus on the roleplay, there are ten of each and as such you are welcome to make two (one fallen and one new), however please take in mind that each god is tied to a specific continent and although they can travel all across the world, that specific continent is likely what they will call home and where they originated from, so please take a look at the list below to find out which spots are open:
Europe: 4 - taken by Headphone Actor - taken by arexasaurus - taken by Feathertalon - taken by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧
North America: 4 - taken by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 - taken by Headphone Actor - taken by . - taken by Feathertalon
South & Central America: 3 - taken by CreamCrow - taken by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ - taken by dietmountaindew
Asia: 3 - taken by arexasaurus - taken by . - taken by dietmountaindew
Australia/Oceania: 3 - taken by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 - taken by alfred - open
Africa: 3 - taken by CreamCrow - taken by alfred - open
Nomad: 1 - taken by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 . . . From the eternal- - - - - - - - - - HISTORY
Acta deos numquam mortalia fallunt . . .Long ago, back before any of the known gods were born, there was a small handful of ancient, old gods that roamed the earth. They were the rulers of the world, keeping the earth in perfect balance for centuries.
But then, arguments sprouted between the gods, fights breaking out among them, and from their own hatred, it leaked into the mortal realm. War, famine, pestilence, and even death spread like wildfire among the very people they had sworn to look after.
A council was made to settle the fights between the gods and eventually, an agreement was made; the council would ensure peace throughout the realm of the gods and in return, everyone would oversee the survival of humanity.
However, not everyone was pleased with this arrangement.
An ancient god long lost to humankind didn’t want peace.
He wanted revenge, he wanted pain, he wanted suffering.
He wanted war.
So, going against the wishes of the council, he snuck down to earth and with the power of a god he wiped out the oldest civilization on earth, leaving no one behind and nothing left to even hint at their existence.
This proved to have consequences of their own.
The goddess that had looked over the civilization for as long as anyone could remember, felt the suffering of her people dying and with the last breath leaving the last human that remembered her, she fell.
Without humanity to remember her, her existence as a god became meaningless.
She crippled to the ground and for the first time in any god’s lives, she felt pain, and with this pain came what felt like death.
Due to the loss of her civilization, the goddess had died and fallen to earth.
Just like that, the first ever fallen god was born.
Falling had never happened to a god before, no one quite knew what it could mean for the rest of them, however one thing was certain: they must protect humanity at all costs, lest they fall as well.
However, the god that caused the first fall was not satisfied.
He saw this as an opportunity to be the one and only god, and so he continued his conquest, setting out to destroy the rest of civilization until finally the rest of the gods caught on to his plan and destroyed those that believed in him before he could continue on.
He was the second to fall.
Fueled by his anger, he continued on, causing more harm and destruction on earth until finally he was stopped at the hands of the goddess that fell before him, smiting him in battle.
With knowledge that she could potentially kill the gods, the gods above stopped all communication with her, banishing her and any other gods like her from ever entering the realm of gods again, a rule made in fear for their own lives that they never thought they could lose.
It was centuries after that before another god fell.
Over time, more and more fell as well, some sought power and strife, some simply wanted a peaceful life, however no real trouble happened until a new god was born.
A god that never gained a following, that never had the belief of humanity on his side. Born of godly parents yet never given enough recognition to gain the title of an official god.
He was new, and he was almost exactly like the gods that had fallen.
He brought in a new era of earth gods, and with him, he brought destruction.
Furious that humanity refused to acknowledge him, he sought out their destruction.
Eventually, he was stopped, slain in battle by the same goddess that had killed the second fallen god.
Since then, there have been other conflicts.
Conflict between gods, humans, and gods interfering with humans, and while the earth gods became more and more involved in the world, the gods above were planning something of their own.
A way to continue on with their titles without relying on humanity to keep them.
. . . Mortal actions never deceive the gods
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Sept 4, 2019 0:26:20 GMT -5
CHARACTERS
Permitta divis cetera . . .Fallen Gods:
Yamquzzuhalamma "Halo" Alalla Darayavahush Unknown / 77,525 years since she fell (75,505 BC) - Female - Australia Plant Manipulation, Empathy, & Communication - the ability to create, control, manipulate, and communicate with plants and feel what they fell
Morriganne Rhiannon Ó Doibhilin 65,000 (62,980 BC) - Female - Europe (Scotland) Granting Bad Luck - the ability to cause misfortune onto others
Bébinn Andraste Ó Doibhilin 65,000 (62,980 BC) - Female - Europe (Scotland) Granting Good Luck - the ability to give good fortune to others
Aqsaktu “Aqua” Adlartok 45,222 (43,202 BC, fell 36 years ago) - Female - North America (Alaska/Canada) Aurora Manipulation - the ability to make and control auroras
Athumani 43,800 years (41,780 BC) - Male - Africa Emotional Manipulation - the ability to consume someone’s emotions, intensify them, and reflect the worst back at them
Nour "Mirage" Olabisi 7,934 years (5,914 BC) - Female - Africa (Egypt) Illusions - creates images not focused in reality, often affecting the mind in terms of how they see the world
Brigit Alastríona Tréanlámagh 4020 (2000 BC) - Female - Europe (Northern England) Enhanced Combat Abilities & Fire Manipulation - the ability to manipulate fire and have enhanced combat skills
Arevik 3,220 years (1200 BC) - Female - Asia (Cilicia) Water Control - the control of water
Koschei 833 years since fall (1187 BC) - Male - Asia (Siberia) Necromancy - can reanimate and summon the dead (just their bodies, cannot summon ghosts/souls)
New Gods:
Patli 695 (1325 AC) - Male - Mexica (Central America) Healing - has the ability to heal whom he chooses, affects cuts, internal wounds, illnesses, etc
Aldeulf Schattenmund 386 (1634 AC) - Male - Europe (Austria) Lycanthropy - ability to shift into a wolf form, can turn mortals into werewolves with a bite, and communicate with wolves
Calhoun Huckleberry Pistol 175 (1845 AC) - Male - North America (Wyoming) Spirit Physiology & Ghost Vision/Communication - the ability to see and communicate with ghosts/spirits and use the abilities of a spirit
Aleixo Juan Oliveira de Silva 120 (1900 AD) - Male - South America (Brazil) Natural Enhances - enhanced reflexes, speed, instincts, and intuition.
Ambrose Sherman Jackson 100 (1920 AD) - Male - North America (East Coast) Persuasion - the ability to persuade others to do what he wants
Ricky “Bobcat” Santiago 70 (1950 AD) - Male - North America Cyberlingualism - can communicate with technology
Ewalani Leatutufu 66 (1965 AD) - Female - Oceania (Hawaii) Ink Control - ability to control, create, and manipulate ink as well as have living ink creations
Maffi Madichon Dieudonne 22 (1998 AD) - Female - South/Central America (Haiti) Premonition/Prophecy - can see immediate possible futures and vague premonitions of distant, large scale events
Denki 20 (2000 AD) - Male - Asia (Japan) Electrical Manipulation - the ability to create, shape and manipulate electricity, including technological devices
Nomad God:
Khaerlotteh “Lottie” Scrunchy Devlin 20 (2000 AC) - Female - Nowhere Music Manipulation - the ability to control and manipulate sounds and music
Humans:
Natasha Corsetti/Zhang Fen 25 - Female - Human - Australia (wanders)
Recognized Gods:
An “Anu” Anunnaki 5520 (3500 BC) - Male - Mesopotamia - Universe Manipulation - the ability to control and summon the cosmos
Zeus Jupiter Olympios 3721 (1701 BC) - Male - Greece & Rome - Sky Control & Shape Shifting & Power Control - the ability to control the sky and all that is included in it (day/night, storms, lightning bolts, etc), the ability to change his shape into anything he deserves, and the ability to take and give powers to the gods
Euterpe 3470 (1450 BC) - Female - Greece - Inspiration & Transfiguration & Musical Emotion - the ability to grant inspiration and motivation onto others, the ability to transform things into other things, and the ability to manipulate one’s emotions using music
. . . Leave all else to the gods
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Sept 4, 2019 0:29:36 GMT -5
RELATIONSHIPS
Amor et melle et felle est fecundissimus . . .Bébinn and Morriganne are twin sisters Bébinn and Bobcat are the parents of Lottie Aqua and Halo are the unofficial adopted parents of Cal Ambrose is the adoptive father of Bobcat Halo is the acting adoptive mother of Robin Patli is the uncle of CalNobo and Athumani are brothers. . . Love is rich with both honey and venom- - - - - - - - - - MEMBER TRACKER Ex unitate vires . . .𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 : Yamquzzuhalamma "Halo" Darayavahush, Calhoun Pistol, Khaerlotteh "Lottie" Devlin, An “Anu” Anunnaki, Zeus Olympius, Euterpe CreamCrow : Nour "Mirage" Olabisi, Patli, Coyote, Pele, ??? arexasaurus : Morriganne Ó Doibhilin, Denki, Natasha Corsetti Headphone Actor : Bébinn Ó Doibhilin, Ambrose Jackson, Raijin, Bastet, Quetzalcoatl . : Ricky “Bobcat” Santiago, Arevik, Apollo, Loki, Thoth Feathertalon : Aldeulf Schattenmund, Aqsaktu, Chupacabra, Bull of Heaven, Pegasus ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ : Brigit Tréanlámagh, Aleixo Silva, Artemis, Heimdall Nanuk alfred : Athumani, Ewalani Leatutufu, Gaia, ???, ??? dietmountaindew : Koschei, Maffi Dieudonne. . . Unity is strength- - - - - - - - - - CREDIT
Finis coronat opus . . .All art found on this page belongs to 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖, the amazing layout is made by Feathertalon . Quick shout out to Headphone Actor , CreamCrow , arexasaurus, Feathertalon , and . for being a part of this role-play's creation and helping see it all through! Without you guys this role-play wouldn't have made it this far.
. . . The end crowns the work
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Sept 4, 2019 0:29:51 GMT -5
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Sept 4, 2019 0:30:08 GMT -5
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Sept 4, 2019 0:30:34 GMT -5
Yamquzzuhalamma Alalla Darayvahush
Alternative Names: Halo, Hailey Olsen, Hallelujah, Mother Nature, Mother Earth
Gender: Female
Age: unknown (77,525 since she fell)
Birthplace: Daintree rainforest, Australia
Family: none
Power: Plant manipulation, empathy, & communication
Height/Weight: 5’5, 120lbs
Standing at an average height, Halo has a dark skin color, with even darker, wavy hair that curls down her back, her face is heart shaped with dark brown eyes that in the right light, appear as pools of melted chocolate with starlight hidden inside them. Though her looks are rather normal, there’s something about her that appears unearthly, even godly in many ways. Perhaps it’s the look in her eyes that with glimmer with a tiredness only someone ancient would have, or her natural beauty that simply doesn’t seem fully human. Whatever it is, something about Halo makes her feel old in the company of others, especially when you get a serious conversation out of her, which isn’t something easily done.
Despite her age, Halo acts as carefree as a happy dog off leash, she strives to surround herself with people and adventure, keeping busy with social interactions and parties, with adventures and job after job, she is always there for the fun and enjoys simply kicking back and having fun, she resists being alone or leaving herself to silence as she has never quite enjoyed her thoughts. Getting a serious conversation out of her is rare, but when you do, she might reveal a little more than wanted, she can snap from being a carefree, happy go lucky girl to serious and even deadly within seconds. Halo is not someone to cross, or to run her patience thin. She strives to be caring and considerate, seeing the best in everyone she can, however once that seemingly endless patience gets worn out, she can be a lethal enemy. Halo has lived longer than anyone she knows, she has seen things she would never talk about, and done things she isn't proud of, turning her against you is a mistake no one makes twice. However despite this, Halo goes out of her way to welcome any new earth gods and bond with them, knowing how hard it can be and how alone it feels to b an earth god. She knows every single earth god that has ever walked the earth and tries to keep a connection with all of them as well.
Being the first god to fall, Halo has been around for a long time, and much of her history is shrouded in mystery and nothing from the time she was a god remains on the earth, making it impossible to figure anything out without specifically asking her, all she lets people know is that she was born from an ancient, long destroyed tree and fell after the extinction of her people. Beyond that, it’s impossible to get anything out of her. :
Calhoun Huckleberry Pistol
Alternative Names: Cal, Callie (only specific people), Lone Rider, Outlaw, Bandit, Cal “Unlucky” Gunner, Lone Star, Hound Dog, Caleigh Oakley (secret writer name), Carter Cassidy (actor name) Yeehaw Daddy (strapper name)
Gender: Male
Age: 175 (1845 AC)
Birthplace: unknown (settled in Miner’s Delight, Wyoming when he was 20)
Family: unknown mother and father
Power: Spirit Physiology & Ghost Vision/Communication
Height/Weight: 6’0 & 172 lbs
Calhoun likes to consider himself tall, dark, and handsome. However, he is really only maybe one of those things depending on who you ask. With a sturdy build and enough strength to lift an ox, Calhoun looks pretty average for your standard rancher, he has some muscle to him, but it’s not quite as finely tuned as you might see in a cowboy romance novel, though everyone knows those aren’t realistic anyways and he tries his best not to get self conscious that despite being strong, he does not in fact, have an eight pack like the guy on the cover of the recent cowboy romance novel he found in the bookstore. His skin is pale and he doesn’t seem to have much luck tanning, despite being outside a majority of his life, he doesn’t freckle or burn either actually, he’s practically immune to the heat in that way. His hair is a dark chocolate-y brown color and really thick, it sticks up on his head with no plan on flattening, the only time you can’t see his thick, healthy locks of hair is when he’s wearing his cowboy hat, which is easily the only thing capable of taming his messy hair somewhat. His eyes are a bright, sky blue in color that darken the closer to the pupil they get.
There’s no real easy way to describe Calhoun, he’s a hardworking individual that can be considered a bit of a dreamer, or more accurately: a pessimistic optimist. Things just don’t quite work out for Cal, and they never have to begin with - if you ask him, he’ll tell you that he’s cursed with such surety you might just believe him - he’s been an unlucky fellow since day one, and though he tries to stay optimistic, you can only end up homeless so many times within a 175 year lifespan before that optimism starts to thin. Calhoun is the kind of guy that’ll dream up something big and imagine all the ways it could be possible before he brings himself back to reality and realizes nothing he does is likely to ever work out, given his history of well...things not working out, however that doesn’t stop him from trying his best and continuing on with a smile on his face...until things don’t work out, then it’s time to grab some liquor and sing his troubles away...He may have developed a slight drinking problem from all this, but he’d never admit that out loud. Calhoun also finds himself at the butt of most jokes when he’s around others and needless to say, it’s left him rather...sensitive to being made fun of and doesn’t take it well, he has a bit of a temper but most likely the only thing he’ll ever do when mad is storm off dramatically to go cry somewhere no one can see him so he can keep up his very manly and rugged appearance that he totally has going on for him. Along with all this, and because of his rotten luck in general with with people, Calhoun prefers the company of ghosts and animals, since ghosts just get him and animals are innocent in his eyes, in fact he’s probably gone through more heartbreak from losing his pets over the years than he has when a human dies. It’s not that he hates humans or anything, he just finds their company much more enjoyable after they’ve passed away and get a good humility kick in the face.
Calhoun doesn’t know who either of his parents are, all he knows is that he was found as a baby by a pioneer and grew up in an orphanage, believing himself to be mortal until he moved to Miner’s Delight and got into a fight with the local sheriff, which resulted in him getting shot in the head, something that should’ve killed him. However it didn’t, it was thought to be some kind of miracle for awhile, getting told all over the news, until one day Halo showed up, having read about it on the paper and informed him of what he truly was: a god. Calhoun probably would’ve died of shock right then and there if he could die. Since then, he’s tried to use his godhood in good ways, even though it’s very tempting to tell someone off because he is immortal and powerful and they should listen to him. He started up a ranch at some point, however he ended up getting kicked out of his ranch when someone bought it out from under him, so he tried to get hired on as a cowhand for a couple other ranches as well, however he never made it far before he got fired. So now Calhoun has given up on actually doing something with his life, he can’t die so what does it matter if he freezes, or falls ill, or starves, it won’t kill him, why try to survive in a world he can’t die in? :
Khaerlotteh Scrunchy Devlin
Alternative Names: Lottie
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Birthplace: Beja, Portugal
Family: Bébinn is her mother, Bobcat is her father, Morriganne is her aunt, Ambrose is her adopted grandfather
Power: Music Manipulation
Height/Weight: 5’1 & 100lbs
Lottie is small, standing only at 5’1 and only weighing about a hundred pounds, everything about her screams “small” and she really is, she’s tiny and petite, with a round, heart shaped face and a button nose, she has small features and a narrow smile with dimples, her skin is pale with a tendency to freckle occasionally, and her hair is a soft, bouncy, thick wave of ginger with natural dark and light highlights woven in, it’s longer than shoulders but not by much and is often too thick for her to really do anything with it. Her eyes are a color that can’t quite seem to be defined by only one hue, sometimes her eyes appear to be a silvery green, while other times a grayish brown, and sometimes simple silver in the right light, due to this no one is really sure what her eye color is, but who knows, she is a god, maybe it changes.
Lottie is very inquisitive and smart, she picks up on things easily and seems to have a natural born luck about her, at least when she’s playing games, she’s been accused of cheating more than once...not that she ever has, of course. Lottie tries her best to develop plenty of skills and abilities, even overworking herself on them, this is due to a rather unneeded insecurity about not being able to match the other gods. Almost all the other earth gods are older than she is, and she is constantly surrounded by people that have been around a really long time, long enough to master plenty of abilities, more than she could do in a lifetime...even an immortal one. Being around all these old, powerful gods has left Lottie with a strong desire to constantly prove herself, going so deep within her subconscious that she isn’t even aware that she’s doing this. She may act rather tired and done with the other gods hijinks, but in reality she simply wishes to gain their approval and prove that she is worthy of it. Over all, Lottie might be a little too easily stressed, and despite trying to live a normal life, she has let her need to prove herself overcome her desire to socialize, leaving her a little...out of practice when it comes to dealing with people.
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Post by Headphone Actor on Sept 4, 2019 0:44:33 GMT -5
Bébinn Andraste Ó Doibhilin
Alternative Names: Bébinn Devlin (modern), Ottilie Bennett (England), Felice Rossi (Italy), Otka Fuchs (Germany/Austria), Maimouna Abreo (France), Nikita Zolotov (Russia), Ahovira Botello (Spain), Vitoria Castro (Portugal), Lady Luck (goddess), Bébinn (goddess/original name), Bé (nickname; Morriganne, Halo and Bobcat), Lady of the Lake (Arthurian Mythology) Gender: Female Age: 25,000 years old [appearance usually in mid-20s, early 30s] {Fallen} Birthplace: Prehistoric Scotland (though she's fond of Blarney Castle) Family: Morriganne Ó Doibhilin (twin sister), Khaerlotteh "Lottie" Devlin (daughter), Ricky "Bobcat" Santiago (boyfriend) Power: Granting good luck Height/Weight: 5'9" (175.26 cm), 120 lbs. (54.43 kg, 8.6 stone)
At 5'9", Bébinn is tall, sure, but her slender build tends to keep her from actually cutting an imposing figure. She doesn't have a lot of muscle mass, on top of that. The old goddess tends to have a stiff, tense posture, and deceptively quick movements for someone who spends her time doing...apparently, nothing hugely important. Her skin is ghostly pale, as if she never sees much sunlight, and burns incredibly easily, a result of her flame-red hair. Bébinn's eyes are a dark kelly green, usually watching others with a sharp sort of attention. Usually maintains a careful, neutral accent that could blend in most places she stays, but crossing her temper could easily lead to angry Scottish. (Faceclaim is Daisy Clementine Smith.)
Bébinn is sort of...capricious, to put it nicely. She's easily entertained, easily distracted, and a little fickle at times. The lucky goddess will change her name, move across her territory at the drop of a hat once she grows bored or needs to escape a problem, and do other things that seem a little poorly thought out for someone who's been alive for as long as she is. That being said, about the only things she's consistently loyal to are other gods -- specifically, Morriganne, her sister, Halo, a longtime friend, and then Bobcat and Lottie, her family. Bébinn is also a fan of nice things: wine, nice clothes, shiny things, romance. She's well-educated, obviously, not like she has anything else to do with her time, and stresses the same standard for her daughter. She isn't an airhead, so watch that, and has a nasty temper when something like that is implied. There's a bit of a tough, prideful streak there that turns her mood sour if it's injured.
Once reigning as a goddess along with her twin sister, who dealt with matters of bad luck, in an old tribe located in what is now Scotland, Bébinn has been around for a while. While she was once known by these people as the Fair Lady of Misfortune, those times have long since passed, and the tribe has been completely wiped from humanity's face for a reason that's not particularly spoken of by either of the twins. With the death of their people, she and Morriganne were cast onto the Earth, still powerful but no longer revered. This led the pair to get wrapped up in plenty of situations across Europe (just ask them about it sometime, they'll gladly share). Bébinn was still rather attached to humanity, and missed the attention and adoration that had come as a goddess, and therefore spends most of her life close to powerful people -- dignitaries, royalty, world leaders. She's built up a dragon's hoard of riches in her time on Earth, mostly sort of vanishing every now and then when people start asking too many questions. In the 1970's, she came across another immortal, one from America: Bobcat Santiago. Those two have been in an on and off relationship over the years, eventually having a daughter in the year 2000, Lottie. Ambrose Sherman Jackson Alternative Names: Gender: Male Age: 100 years old [appearance currently in early 20s] (c. 1920s) Birthplace: Manhattan (Harlem), New York Family: unknown godly father and mother, Ricky "Bobcat" Santiago (adoptive son) Power: Persuasion Height/Weight: 5'11" (180.34 cm), 195 lbs. (88.45 kg, 13.93 stone)
Ambrose is on the taller range for men, at least from the era he grew up in, at 5'11". This, combined with his bulkier, muscular build tends to make him look a little more intimidating than he actually is. A ready smile and warm brown eyes sort of take away from the effect, but it's still very notable. For a man who works as a police officer, Ambrose's posture is loose and relaxed, maybe a hint towards the fact he never really has anything to fear from his profession. His skin is a dark sepia brown, and he keeps his curly black hair short, with a carefully groomed beard and mustache. His voice is rather soft and low, without much of a traceable accent. (Faceclaim is Broderick Hunter.)
Fairly grounded and calm, Ambrose can be counted on to give what he feels is the best advice in a tense situation. He doesn't lose his head in a crisis, and while he's more than physically capable of taking care of himself, he prefers to solve his problem with his actual strength -- his words. The young god has an empathetic, gentle demeanor that usually ends up with him trying to teach or protect whoever he speaks to. While this could come off as snarky and condescending, especially if he's speaking to an elder god, it's given with the best of intentions, and sometimes he's simply not aware of how it's read in a conversation. Despite his general down to Earth and simple nature, the undiscovered god does find himself attracted to finer things and luxuries, such as good drinks and food. He has a very up-front, honest nature, and doesn't enjoy taking advantage of others, to the point where even white lies will make him severely uncomfortable.
For someone who has officially reached the "century" mark on his calendar, Ambrose doesn't know much about his own origins. He was born, he assumes, to two godly parents in the Roaring 20s, in the neighborhood of Harlem. Not that they stuck around to actually raise him or anything. His first memories are of an orphanage in Manhattan, crowded along in a mob of other abandoned or orphaned children. So he did what he could, stealing or working odd jobs as a young boy to make money where he could, and subsequently realizing he was immortal when someone stabbed him in a robbery. Fast forward a decade or so, and he'd turned himself around somewhat, trying to make an honest living as a jazz musician. He never made it big or famous during this period, but his frequent travels introduced him to another young immortal in the coastal region of South Carolina, Bobcat Santiago, who was about ten years old when he was forty, himself. The older god took the younger one under his wing, keeping an eye out on the kid and establishing a bond that's lasted even to this day. About seventy years into his life, he faked his death and has returned with the same first name and a different last name, and now works as a police officer in Manhattan, using his ability to save lives and end tense confrontations easily. He will still pick up kids and help them out if he sees them hungry or unsafe and in a tough spot. He's been there, he gets that.
Bébinn Ó Doibhilin Lady Luck
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Post by arexasaurus on Sept 4, 2019 0:44:33 GMT -5
Morriganne Rhiannon Ó Doibhilin Alternative Names: Mo (Bébinn, Lottie, Halo), Auntie Momo (Lottie), Mórríghan (Ancient Celts), Morgana Le Fay (5th-6th Century), Anne Devlin (Modern), Queen of Chaos (Goddess) Gender: Female Age: 25,000 years old [appearance usually in early 20s] {Fallen} Birthplace: Prehistoric Scotland Family: Bébinn Ó Doibhilin (twin sister), Khaerlotteh "Lottie" Devlin (niece) Power: Granting Bad Luck Height/Weight: 5'9" (175.26 cm), 125 lbs (56.7 kg, 8.93 stone)
Hailing from the great country of Alba, better known today as Scotland, Morriganne fits the profile well. She stands tall, and stays relatively thin. Even during her escapades as a pirate, she was barely able to gain much muscle mass. As a figure, though, she's still quiet intimidating. Maybe it's in her near-perfect posture, the way she carries herself or just her general figurative aura. As she's fond of tombs and stormy places, Morriganne rarely sees the sun. Her skin is so pale that she might looked sickly if not for the pinkish undertone. She only has a very faint speckle of freckles across her face, and one dark one on the edge of her jawline that she despises. Morriganne has bright red hair, it looks like flames when she does venture into the light. She keeps it long, rarely cutting it. Her hair is naturally straight, but she will braid it and curl it when she wants to put the effort in. Within her eyes are the only real difference between her and her sister. People don't usually notice the difference, since it is barely noticeable, but it's the only way to tell the twins apart. Where her sister as pure green eyes, she has a ring of blue along the outside of her iris. In style, it is rare to see her out of a dress in dark colors. She will venture to wear pants when called for, but after centuries of dresses, it's what she's used to.
Morriganne is the personification of disaster. She tries her best to be good, she does, but she has a burning temper and a lack of self-control. When she gets too angry, too upset, too drunk, she reverts back into her Scottish roots, her accent bubbling back to the surface. If it gets too bad, she will go full Gaelic. The death of the Gaelic language deeply pains her, but like her sister, she is highly educated and speaks more languages than one could imagine. This does not mean that she is good with technology, however. Sometimes she forgets how to do basic multiplication. Morriganne doesn't have a good handle over her powers, but it has calmed down considerably. Just before she fell, it was the genocide of her religion's population. A little over two thousand years ago, she cause volcanic eruptions that massacred cities. Four hundred years ago, mass hysteria throughout Europe. Her only outburst last year caused a fire. Minor really, not a big deal. She was the reason the Notre Dame burned. Most of the curses she provides don't work in the way she wants them to. Morriganne does her best not to hurt any innocents, but that's usually a failure. Her definition of innocent may be her opinion (read: life long wish of cursing Bobcat Santiago, a good god), but it is still held in high regard.
It is hard for Morriganne to get close to people. She has only romantically loved one person in her life, Isabella I of Castile. When she died, Morriganne disappeared for a century and refused to interact with anyone. As a shameless flirt, the goddess is rather affectionate so it was a very hard time for her. With the exception of her sister's boyfriend, she has flirted with every god she has ever met. She doesn't necessarily care about them, however. She will barely lift a finger if they're hurt. Her favorite uses of her power is when she causes drama in someone's life. It's why she masqueraded as Morgana Le Fay for awhile, she got too bored and decided to amuse herself by tormenting mortals. The 6th century had been too quiet, she needed some fun. When she cares about someone, though, it's deep and long lasting. She would never cause harm to her sister, or anyone she considers a friend. They are few and far between, but this includes places as well. She was devastated by the pain she caused in Paris, which she considers her second home. She spends most of her time there, or in Scotland. Mo is not one for travel, save for visiting Halo or Vik. She rarely leaves her continent. She did go on an adventure to Russia, where she found the best vodka in the world. She "fights" with the Asian gods about who owns the country, really. It's more of a joke than anything, but she does want their alcohol. Also, for the record, she despises hedgehogs. The hedgehog population in Scotland decreased so quickly because she cursed them. Morriganne Ó Doibhilin Fallen God
Hi so we're going to do this fake text thing to see how it works and how it looks of me writing out paragraphs for Mo, and I'm going to talk about some very weird things like, for example, how cranberries are grown. Did you know that cranberries are grown in a actual goddamn bog. That's right folks, a bog. Cranberries are grown on water like some weird hybrid plant and I for, one, hate it with every fiber of my being.
"They are made in in a bog. What even is a bog. I don't understand, I just googled it so here's a whole ass paragraph about how they're grown, please find it informative." Cranberries are a unique fruit. They can grow and survive only under a very special combination of factors. These factors include acid peat soil, an adequate fresh water supply, and a growing season that extends from April to November. Cranberries grow on low-lying vines in beds layered with sand, peat, gravel and clay. These beds are commonly known as bogs or marshes and were originally created by glacial deposits. Commercial bogs use a system of wetlands, uplands, ditches, flumes, ponds and other water bodies that provide a natural habitat for a variety of plant and animal life.
Natasha Corsetti Alternative Names: Zhang Fen (Chinese name) Gender: Female Age: 24 Birthplace: Australia Family: Deceased Power: None Height/Weight: 5'4" (162.56 cm), 112 lbs (50.8 kg, 8 stone)
Anything relevant here: Appearance, Personality, History. Natasha Corsetti Human Adult
Hi so we're going to do this fake text thing to see how it works and how it looks of me writing out paragraphs for Tasha, and I'm going to talk about some very weird things like, for example, how cranberries are grown. Did you know that cranberries are grown in a actual goddamn bog. That's right folks, a bog. Cranberries are grown on water like some weird hybrid plant and I for, one, hate it with every fiber of my being.
"They are made in in a bog. What even is a bog. I don't understand, I just googled it so here's a whole ass paragraph about how they're grown, please find it informative." Cranberries are a unique fruit. They can grow and survive only under a very special combination of factors. These factors include acid peat soil, an adequate fresh water supply, and a growing season that extends from April to November. Cranberries grow on low-lying vines in beds layered with sand, peat, gravel and clay. These beds are commonly known as bogs or marshes and were originally created by glacial deposits. Commercial bogs use a system of wetlands, uplands, ditches, flumes, ponds and other water bodies that provide a natural habitat for a variety of plant and animal life.
Denki Alternative Names: God of YouTube (himself), Millennium God (his followers), Millennium Electric (YouTube Username), 斉藤 電気 Satō Denki (Modern) Gender: Male Age: 20 [born January 3rd, 11:59 pm] {new} Birthplace: Tokyo, Japan Family: Raijin and Amaterasu (parents) Power: Electrical Manipulation Height/Weight: 5'10" (177.8 cm), 163 lbs (73.93 kg, 11.6 stone)
Anything relevant here: Appearance, Personality, History. D e n k i New Immortal
Hi so we're going to do this fake text thing to see how it works and how it looks of me writing out paragraphs for Denki, and I'm going to talk about some very weird things like, for example, how cranberries are grown. Did you know that cranberries are grown in a actual goddamn bog. That's right folks, a bog. Cranberries are grown on water like some weird hybrid plant and I for, one, hate it with every fiber of my being.
"They are made in in a bog. What even is a bog. I don't understand, I just googled it so here's a whole ass paragraph about how they're grown, please find it informative." Cranberries are a unique fruit. They can grow and survive only under a very special combination of factors. These factors include acid peat soil, an adequate fresh water supply, and a growing season that extends from April to November. Cranberries grow on low-lying vines in beds layered with sand, peat, gravel and clay. These beds are commonly known as bogs or marshes and were originally created by glacial deposits. Commercial bogs use a system of wetlands, uplands, ditches, flumes, ponds and other water bodies that provide a natural habitat for a variety of plant and animal life.
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Post by CreamCrow on Sept 4, 2019 0:44:44 GMT -5
here tis a save Name: Nour Olabisi Alternative Names: Mirage (current day)
Gender: Female Age: 7,934 years old, looks around 25-35 years old. Birthplace: 5,914 BC, Egypt, Africa
Family: sibling-like relationship with Nobo
Power: Illusions : Creates images not focused in reality, often affecting the mind in terms of how they see the world.
Height & Weight: 5'3 & 127.6 lbs Anything Extra: 6th oldest earth god & fallen god as of now.
holographic hair. you decide if it's natural, dyed, or merely a constantly kept illusion. amber eyes w/ yellow flecks in them. darker-skinned egyptian. prefers to wear hat & jacket constantly. likes t-shirts & shorts & boots. faceclaim : (up for change tho so don't hold me to this) diamond white
travels around a lot. fluctuates between archeological reasons and a want to travel around to third world countries in an attempt to help them.
aesthetics : sunshine, rainbows, desert, archeology, fennec foxes. quote : "love people use things, the opposite never works" special location : white desert sacred animal : fennec fox goddess of : illusions, mirages, false hopes, trickery... etc. color coding : #ff9b9b, #ffcb9b, #ffef9b, #dbff9b, #ffffff, #9fff9b, #9bffcb, #9bdbff, #9ba3ff, #c79bff, #fb9bff // #f0d16f // #ffffcc
history :: 5914 BC - created anything in between. 2020 AD - current archaeological site in ??.
--- Nour Olabisi Fallen God
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Name: Patli Alternative Names: Caiman (codename), Parking
Gender: Male Age: 695 years old, looks around later teens Birthplace: 1325 AC, Mexica, Central America (Current Day Mexico City, Mexico)
Family: mother, currently unknown. father is the mexica god Patecatl (god of healing & fertility), adopted mom/sister is Arevik, adopted brother/nephew by association is Denki
Power: Healing : Has the ability to heal whom he chooses, affects cuts, internal wounds, illnesses, etc
Height & Weight: 5'6 & 135 lbs. Anything Extra: 10th oldest earth god and oldest new god currently.
dark brown/black hair. messy and only recently cut shorter. used to wear in longer ponytail. reddish eyes with fading flecks of green in them. (fluctuate between green & red depending on how many people have been killed or healed by him) aztecan tanned skin (??) wears red hoodie predominantly. probably wears long sleeved shirts underneath. likes ripped jeans. likeworking shoes. faceclaim : (up for change tho so don't hold me to this) avan jogia
travels around a lot. fluctuates between archeological reasons and a want to travel around to third world countries in an attempt to help them.
aesthetics : skulls, mexica, hearts & bones, passion flower, medicinal herbs.. (passion flower) quote : "may my enemies live long so they can see me progress" special location : ruins of Tenochtitlan sacred animal : speckled caiman representative flower : passion flower god of : healing, injuries, pain... etc color coding : #d3eea2, #ffedc5 // #ffedc5 // #ebf3e2
history :: ('m figuring out some of Patli's past and he visited the Incas in the brief point in time between his civilization's end and theirs unfortunately didn't visit them more in their prime and stuff and he regrets that tho) 1325 AD - born. ??? - Aztec Empire fell. went into depressive state. ??? - Visited and aided the Incas (should be in 51 year time period of aztec empire falling and inca empire falling) ??? - joined Arevik on her ship & became a pirate. ??? - went to america, gain a medical doctorate in ?? at University of California--San Francisco 2020 AD - currently running gang around mexico city.
--- Patli New God
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Name: Rafael Roman Alternative Names: Jackrabbit (codename)
Gender: Male Age: 18 Birthplace: ???, Mexico
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Name: Aphrodite Alternative Names:
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2020 AD - --- Aphrodite New God
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2020 AD - --- Dionysus New God
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2020 AD - --- Coyote New God
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2020 AD - --- Pele New God
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 4, 2019 1:15:06 GMT -5
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Sept 4, 2019 2:51:07 GMT -5
Hi there everyone!
I can totally get rid of this post if it messes anything up for you, but I just saw this and I just wanted to drop in. I’m quite busy so I don’t think I have the time to join this roleplay, or at least it wouldn’t be fair on you guys if I did since I can’t devote my full attention to it
However, I just wanted to say that I think this looks really cool and I want to wish you the best of luck! I love this kind of thing x and as someone who knows Latin it soothes my heart to see Latin phrases written correctly XD you guys have clearly put a lot of effort into this and it looks amazing! Good luck x I’m sure lots of people will be interested)
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Sept 4, 2019 3:03:17 GMT -5
Hi there everyone! I can totally get rid of this post if it messes anything up for you, but I just saw this and I just wanted to drop in. I’m quite busy so I don’t think I have the time to join this roleplay, or at least it wouldn’t be fair on you guys if I did since I can’t devote my full attention to it However, I just wanted to say that I think this looks really cool and I want to wish you the best of luck! I love this kind of thing x and as someone who knows Latin it soothes my heart to see Latin phrases written correctly XD you guys have clearly put a lot of effort into this and it looks amazing! Good luck x I’m sure lots of people will be interested) Thank you! It means a lot to me that someone saw this and thought it looked interesting, this is a roleplay I’ve definitely put a lot of effort into and it’s nice to have it appreciated, and I’m also so glad you noticed the Latin phrases, I was really excited to include all of those tbh! And don’t worry about your post, the rp is technically open by now, I was mostly just waiting until morning to officially open it since I didn’t think too many people were on right now
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Sept 4, 2019 3:07:12 GMT -5
You’re welcome! And who knows, I may still join. I was literally just looking at some of the more obscure deities from the more well known ancient traditions so that could definitely be a lot of fun.
And haha yeah I don’t think many people are on XD I’m just always on at weird times since I’m British)
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Sept 4, 2019 3:12:04 GMT -5
those would be fun If you do decide to join, the roleplay is more than open to you, I’m really excited for this one, I think it’s gonna be fun
XD I always forget time zones are a thing tbh
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Post by Headphone Actor on Sept 4, 2019 3:14:47 GMT -5
[Meanwhile, none of us are British we just never sleep oops.]
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Sept 4, 2019 3:19:28 GMT -5
Okay okay I think I should actually join this looks like too much fun. Is it alright if I take the last Europe spot? I have some plans for an obscure Greek goddess who’s probably pretty bitter about the fact that many of the other Greek gods are very well known. Probably I’ll do either Enyo or Nemesis.
I will make a new god too but I’m not going to worry about claiming a particular continent cos I’ll make it work anywhere)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Sept 4, 2019 3:20:02 GMT -5
[Meanwhile, none of us are British we just never sleep oops.] Honestly just continue being nocturnal it works out great for me XD)
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Sept 4, 2019 3:22:45 GMT -5
Okay okay I think I should actually join this looks like too much fun. Is it alright if I take the last Europe spot? I have some plans for an obscure Greek goddess who’s probably pretty bitter about the fact that many of the other Greek gods are very well known. Either Enyo, Nemesis or Khione I think. I will make a new god too but I’m not going to worry about claiming a particular continent cos I’ll make it work anywhere) You can totally take the last Europe spot, I can mark it down as reserved for you right now And if you want, we also have a discord server where we do most of our talking, if you have a discord, I can send you the link
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Sept 4, 2019 3:23:39 GMT -5
Ooh okay that’s be awesome! Thanks!)
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Sept 4, 2019 3:25:12 GMT -5
Ooh okay that’s be awesome! Thanks!) Here you go, my friend discord.gg/2XnV9s
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Sept 4, 2019 5:23:28 GMT -5
WIP
Brigit Alastríona Tréanlámagh
Alternative Names: Brigantia (original), Brigid (Irish mythology), Victoria (Roman mythology, but she doesn't talk about that), The High One, Caelestis Brigantia, the divine nymph Brigantia, Brigit Armstrong (English/most common modern name), Vittoria Rubini (Italian), Victoire Roux (French), Victoria Rojo (Spanish), Viktoria Roth (German), Βικτόρια Κόκκινος / Victoria Kokinos (Greek), Виктория Зима/ Viktoriya Zima (Russian)
Gender: Female Age: 4,020 years old {FALLEN}. Fell around AD 155 after her tribe was conquered by the Romans. Appearance is generally mid-20s to early-30s Birthplace: 2000 BC (or thereabouts) in Northumbria, England Family: She doesn't have any family, but she does know Bébinn and Moriganne relatively well, since they're practically neighbours geographically. She kind of thinks of them like distant cousins Power: Enhanced strength/swordsmanship/combat abilities and fire manipulation, with a favourite weapon of hers being a sword made of flame Height & Weight: 5'9", 150 lbs
Brigit is tall and lean, and is very capable of cutting an imposing figure if she so desires. She's a war goddess, and as a warrior she is a little more bulky than perhaps her counterparts may be, but she is very much healthy and has a natural curve to her figure. Her intimidation is less about her body, and more about the body language. She stands tall, crosses her arms extremely often, and tends to fix people with a very sharp glare, which is made worse by the fact that her eyes are a deep steely grey. Only when she's in a really good mood do they seem to brighten to a seafoamy blue-green colour. Her skin is very pale, and freckles cover her skin, especially across her shoulders and her face, where they concentrate on her nose and across her cheekbones. Her hair is long and a deep red, which she lets loose normally but when she's fighting she will always braid it out of her face. She's surprisingly loud when she wants to be, especially when she's excited or in a good mood (though to be fair that's not very often). It's if she's talking very calm and quiet that you really need to be concerned - at that point your best bet is just to run. Brigit does have a very clear northern accent, illustrating the fact that she's incredibly tied to her homeland. She did have an accent before, but it wasn't really a northern accent as it is thought of today. But ever since she's fallen, she picked up the changes in the local accents and dialects. In fact, while her accent sounds most like those found in the Tyne and Wear area, one can actually identify a hodgepodge of different Northumberland accents, from Yorkshire accents to those found around the border of Scotland. Her voice is quite low for a young female, and it has a pleasing tone that reminds of rolling hills and dense woodland. When she gets angry, though, her voice reminds of stormy skies and the unforgiving moors. She has many visible scars on her skin, which she often doesn't seem to take any kind of effort to cover up. She's not ashamed of them, after all, as she always says.
In terms of personality, well there's a lot to say about Brigit. First of all, she (as Brigantia) was created in order to protect the lands of the Brigantes in Northern England, and to protect the tribe itself. As a result of this, she has a very protective personality, based entirely on guardianship, and she places special emphasis on brothers-in-arms relationships. She was created to help protect the lands of Northern England, and so she has a very special appreciation for nature and she detests modern technology and lifestyle. She sees no honour in modern war, either, but she does whatever she needs to in order to protect the lands that used to belong to the Brigantes. She also, therefore, feels a special tie to the North of England, a tie stronger than even some of the other Earth gods, because that was her deity role. However, she has left England to travel to other countries from time to time, but she never stays long. The only countries she feels kinship with outside of the UK are the Republic of Ireland, where the Gaelic culture and language still remains in some ways, and in France, Germany and Spain, where Celtic tribes also once resided. As a war goddess, she is very proficient with weapons and is excellent in combat - however, she has to keep her enhanced strength in check when around humans in case they become suspicious, something which frustrates her greatly. There is always a risk with her having to restrain her strength, but she is determined to keep herself in check so that she doesn't snap and harm anyone.
Brigit has a strong sense of justice and right and wrong, but this can mean that her views are sometimes a little too black and white, and she has a habit of acting rashly based on her perception of right and wrong rather than examining the moral grey areas of a situation. However, this also means that she is usually well-intentioned, always fighting for what she believes is the right thing. And of course, this rash behaviour isn't at all to suggest that Brigit is unintelligent; she is not at all. She is well-educated, intelligent, and can be surprisingly perceptive and insightful if she takes long enough to actually give things some thought. She actually has a surprising talent for philosophy, even though she very rarely takes the time to follow what she has learned. She's very much a heart-over-head kind of person, and she's pretty intense to say the least. She is fiercely loyal to her friends and those she trusts, particularly the other Earth gods, whom she is always trying to help or protect. But if she dislikes you? It'll take a lot to get her to change her mind, and especially if you've wronged her, in which case you've got virtually no hope of getting back into her good books. She is unflinchingly loyal and very trusting to her friends and so when one of her friends hurts Brigit in some way, she views it as a betrayal and is very unlikely to forgive said person. She doesn't really believe people can change. She's headstrong, determined, brave, definitely stubborn and reckless. She has a nasty temper if you cross her, her friends, or even if you just pollute the environment. She's all about doing the right thing, protecting people, honour and all that kind of thing.. Brigit likes a drink from time to time, for sure. She certainly doesn't like to show weakness and pain to those who she wants to protect. She doesn't like to talk about the fall of her tribe to the Romans, which she blames herself for as the protector of her tribe. The Romans killed her people, destroyed their land, and then had the nerve to liken Brigantia to one of their own gods, Victoria. She feels ashamed, and even thousands of years later she still grieves for her tribe. She failed to protect people who were relying on her once, and she absolutely refuses to do so again.
After the fall of her tribe, Brigit mainly moved around the country, though she has a special fondness for the North of England. As a warrior, she's been in virtually every war in Europe since the 2nd century, especially if it involved protecting Britain. Generally, though, if protecting Britain isn't part of the equation, she generally just fought on whatever side she felt was morally in the right. Most of the time to fight in these wars she's had to pretend to be male, or else she's just taken a non-fighting role. Records from the Crimean War, for example, may or may not reference a Miss Armstrong as part of Florence Nightingale's nursing team. She changed her name with every war she fought in (usually using Armstrong as a surname though unless she was posing as someone from another country), and lived a fairly nomadic life. She always came back to her home though, she was never able to stay away from it for long. She's gotten a great deal of wealth over the years, which she has had to take great precautions to hide. Occasionally she sailed the seas for a few years at a time if she felt like she'd been in an area for too long.
Brigit Alastríona Tréanlámagh The fire-eyed maid of smoky war
WIP
Aleixo Juan Oliviera de Silva
Alternative Names: Aleixo de Silva (most common name), Alex, Juan, de Silva. He’s pretty okay with any nicknames anyone wants to give him - he’s chill like that.
Gender: Male Age: 119 years old. He age slides a lot, tending to switch from being late teens to mid-to-late 20s. He prefers being a teenager though Birthplace: Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, 1900 AD {NEW GOD} Family: None to speak of but he has a friendly relationship with Patli Power: Enhanced reflexes, speed, and instincts. Heightened intuition, making him more able to predict others. Height & Weight: 5’8, 145 lbs (in his teenage form, his weight is a little higher in his mid-20s)
Aleixo spends most of his time in the form of a teenager, probably somewhere between the ages of seventeen and nineteen. He’s taller than average height but certainly not a giant, and is quite lean. Once again, he’s definitely not a bodybuilder either. His skin is a medium kind of honey tone, and his hair is dark and has some wave to it. The brown is deep, but in the sunlight has some lighter chestnut and other warm reddish tones. His eyes are a deep brown. He’s usually either smirking or wearing his usual mischievous smile. Aleixo has one ear pierced, in which he usually just wears a relatively plain black stud. Aleixo has no tattoos, but does have a couple of scars which he doesn’t talk about. They’re not visible on his face or arms, stretching across his torso and chest. He has quite a friendly appearance, since his smile is quite impish and he doesn’t go to any effort to seem intimidating or anything. Overall, a pretty approachable looking guy, but I wouldn’t let that fool you. He’s more an approach-at-your-own-risk kind of dude. You shouldn’t let his youthful appearance make you forget he’s older than he looks, either. His voice has a warm tone most of the time, and he has a habit of switching between English and rapid-fire Portuguese without even realising. When he grows angry, his eyes go from a warm friendly brown to a stormy, coal black colour. His voice cools, sharpens, and seems to slow down as if he is choosing his words more deliberately. All trace of a smile drops immediately from his face.
Aleixo is primarily a very good manipulator. He’s intelligent and very good at reading people, and having been alive for a hundred years and facing an immortal life he gets pretty bored and has kind of stopped caring about consequences. He’s very dry and witty, using a lot of sarcasm. He’s a trickster, manipulating people for his own amusement and always staying one step ahead. He’s more chaotic neutral though, and his intentions are never actively to harm people. He just kind of... doesn’t care if people get caught in the crossfire. Aleixo is kind of unpredictable, acting very much on his own whims most of the time. He’s also known for being something of a nihilist; since he can predict people and the world pretty will and is well aware of his immortality, he has kind of decided that nothing matters any more. The world offers nothing for Alexei, largely anyway. He has the wisdom and experience of someone well beyond the age he appears, much like the other earth gods. The thing that must be noted about Aleixo, though, is that he wants to care. He’s a caring person, or he was once, and while he doesn’t believe that it’s necessarily better to have loved and lost than not loved at all, Aleixo does want to care about something. He is a little lost and needs direction, but he has great capacity for caring, loyalty and friendship. Aleixo is also very creative, and is very good at art, not that his is something that he draws attention to or even wants people knowing about. He doesn’t like to let people close to him, though. Overall, Aleixo lives in a moral grey area, and in fact often thrives on finding the morally grey, but he could definitely benefit from feeling like he could have a positive impact on the world. He has a good heart underneath it all, and probably more people see that than Aleixo thinks.
Aleixo was born in Rio de Janeiro at the turn of the 20th century, but did not know his parents. Instead he grew up in an orphanage in the slums of Rio. Sanitation and infrastructure were poor, disease and crime were huge problems. He grew up in poverty and occasionally turned to stealing but the community was tight-knit and he did has lots of friends and he managed to stay out of trouble with gangs and other things like that. As an immortal, once he got older he tended to move around Brazil and South America in general, usually just switching the order of his four names in order to assume different identities. He always returned to Rio often, though, and it is where he currently resides. Aleixo has lived through and been involved in many of the key events Brazil went through in the 20th Century, living through the Vargas period, military leadership and many times of economic hardship in Brazil. Usually he had to age slide a little if he wanted to be involved in rebellions or events. Of course, Aleixo isn’t particularly open about his history, because he sees that information as he has a right to keep to himself unless he really truly trusts somebody.
In the 1920s, Aleixo was in love with a girl he’d known for years, and when they started dating things got pretty serious pretty fast, in a whirlwind romance. He told her that he was actually an immortal, something that took an awful lot of convincing to get her to actually believe it since his powers manifested in a much less obvious way, but she promised not to tell anyone and she seemed undeterred by the fact that she was mortal and Aleixo was not, even promising to go with him when he had to travel to assume a new identity. But a few months later, she was murdered. The couple had actually known the murderer as an acquaintance of theirs, and so Aleixo blamed himself (because he has heightened intuition and instincts) for not realising that the man was actually dangerous. The death of Aleixo’s girlfriend caused him to leave Brazil for the first time, after which he travelled various other countries in South America for a few years before he came back to Brazil. This travel allowed him to establish relationships for the first time with other earth gods like Patli.
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Post by . on Sept 4, 2019 9:40:06 GMT -5
Just gonna Pop in
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Sept 4, 2019 9:42:11 GMT -5
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Sept 4, 2019 9:54:01 GMT -5
Okay I think Brigit is done and I’ll make my guy soon x)
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Sept 4, 2019 11:05:02 GMT -5
Rp is officially open!
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Lesbian
#ECF7F7
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 4, 2019 11:49:40 GMT -5
yessssssss
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Sept 4, 2019 16:38:15 GMT -5
(I’ll be getting a starter out soon, to everyone interested)
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Lesbian
#ECF7F7
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 4, 2019 17:53:52 GMT -5
loudly interested
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Post by Headphone Actor on Sept 4, 2019 20:05:03 GMT -5
[*interested noises*]
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