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Post by Ζ€Ξ±ΖΖΞ±Ρ β§ on May 23, 2020 13:26:44 GMT -5
Thanks Chaos! Iβll be sure to let you know if I do any updates. But yeah, Pascal, Laurie and Theo are the oldest and... feel bad for these three kiddos Also Nariku The Avaricious yes Laurie would totally do that he is terrible) |
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Post by Ζ€Ξ±ΖΖΞ±Ρ β§ on May 23, 2020 13:27:46 GMT -5
Okay Iβm gonna move the little intro things Iβve written so far over here so standby
I still have a few intro things to write but I canβt wait to work on them!)
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Post by Nariku The Avaricious on May 23, 2020 13:35:12 GMT -5
(Rip those three, they are not up to the task of babysitting XD)
(And sounds good ^^ I'll see if I can stuff typed up in the meantime then)
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Post by Ζ€Ξ±ΖΖΞ±Ρ β§ on May 23, 2020 13:36:22 GMT -5
Oh no donβt worry thereβs no rush these arenβt starter posts! Theyβre more like background things, little flashbacks of my kids getting chosen by their gods
So thereβs absolutely no rush to work on starters)
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Post by Nariku The Avaricious on May 23, 2020 13:40:34 GMT -5
(Oh, okay XD I'll probably take a little break from the computer then, since I woke up at like, 5 this morning, saw this thread, and started scrambling some of these characters onto ref sheets)
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Post by Ζ€Ξ±ΖΖΞ±Ρ β§ on May 23, 2020 13:43:34 GMT -5
Bordeaux, South-West France
The best thing about Bordeaux, the hub of the wine-making region of France, was the nightlife. Or at least Laurent Bevin thought so. It might be more intellectual and serious, with a big student population, but there were plenty of nightclubs to enjoy.
Right now he was in a club bathroom with a couple of his friends, taking the opportunity to talk here where the music was not quite so loud. The bathroom wasnβt empty; almost all of the stalls were full and there was another male seeming to be minding his own business waiting by the door. Obviously he must have been waiting for his own friend.
βAre you going home tomorrow?β his friend asked as the two waited for their other friend to be finished in the bathroom
βPas encore,β Laurie replied βIβm having too much fun.β
βAnd your parents donβt care?β his friend questioned with a raised eyebrow
βHavenβt been home in days,β Laurent shrugged
His parents obviously hadnβt even noticed or else they would have texted him. Laurie was not one of Bordeauxβs many students, and so he lived with their parents. Though honestly he might as well not live there since he was barely ever home. He didnβt like to be home. These past few days heβd just been crashing at the houses of his friends.
After a few minutes Laurieβs friend huffed, muttering something about not being bothered to wait for their friend to be done and that heβd see them out on the dance floor. He disappeared, leaving the twenty-one year old on his own.
Well, Laurent had by this point consumed way more alcohol than he probably should have, and it was at that moment that the young man was filled with a rolling wave of nausea and had to rush for the only available bathroom stall, not even able to take a moment to close the door behind him.
But to his surprise, he felt someone holding his hair back and was suddenly aware of a presence behind him. Once he was done, Laurie turned his head to see an older man. The same man who had been standing by the doorway. Tan, with long dark hair and a mischievous glint in his eyes.
βMerci,β Laurie said, stumbling over just that one word in his surprise that someone had helped him.
βYou really canβt take your drink, can you?β the man questioned with a raised eyebrow
βExcuse me,β Laurent challenged βI find that very notion an insult. Iβm excellent at holding my drink. This is a bad example, but-β
βComment tu tβappelles?β the man interrupted
Laurie looked at him, taken aback for a moment by the abruptness of the question, at the strange evaluating look in the manβs eyes, before he quickly recovered and gave him a smile.
βLaurent Bevin,β he responded βbut everyone calls me Laurie. Et toi?β
The man seemed to look at him up and down once again, which made a heavy unsettling feeling weigh down Laurieβs stomach. His gaze seemed to see right through him, for all that he seemed bright and jovial.
βAnd you say you havenβt been home in days?β the man asked βdoesnβt anyone miss you? Your parents, your girlfriend?β
βI donβt have a girlfriend,β Laurent replied warily βand my home situation is none of your business.β
He wanted to leave now, but the strange man was blocking any exit to the room, still standing in the doorway of the bathroom stall.
βThe vomiting isnβt an attractive look on you,β the man continued, ignoring Laurieβs question βweβll have to fix that. But you seem like you know how to have fun, at least.β
βComment?β Laurie asked βWhatβs going on? Who are you?β
The man just smiled a lazy smile then, adjusting the colourful jacket he was wearing.
βMy name is Dionysus,β the man said βgod of wine, theatre, madness, and an all-around good time.β
He stuck out his hand to Laurie who, thinking the guy had to be either crazy or very drunk, took it. The sooner heβd appeased this guy the sooner he could get back into the dance floor and away from him. Dionysus shook his hand, seeming pleased that Laurie had responded so well.
βEnchantΓ©, Laurie.β Dionysus grinned
Everything seemed to fade then to an endless void of blackness, and Laurie felt like he was falling, his stomach dropping. He wanted to scream but no sound came out, and even if he hadnβt just vomited he didnβt feel like he would be able to now.
It was like the world was both falling but also swirling around him, and the blackness was a far darker and more pure black than any he had ever seen before in his life. Blacker than any night sky.
βI, Dionysus, Greek deity of wine and theatre, have chosen Laurent Bevin as my champion,β it was the same voice as before, ringing out into the darkness as if coming from all directions, βand in so doing transfer some portion of my power onto him. I will endeavour to guide him and protect him in his wielding of this divine power. By my divine authority, let it be so.β
There was a pause then, before Dionysus spoke again. But this time, his voice was less authoritative and chant-like than it had been before. This time he sounded like it was just a causal conversation.
βOh, and kid?β he was saying βIβd brace yourself if I were you.β
And suddenly Laurent stopped falling.
Only to land face-first on a wooden floor he didnβt recognise.
(Small intro writing for wine boy πππππ π¨ . Introductions for angry sun boy and super-senses girl to follow  ) |
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Post by πππππ π¨ on May 23, 2020 13:50:21 GMT -5
(Like I said, Iβm going to try and get a starter up for some of my characters. Iβm just saying, for references at least, that some characters have been there longer than others. Iβll probably add something about that into a thread, maybe the order in which they arrived.
Luka, and likely Lorenzo will be my ones who have been there for a while. However, for RP standards, Iβm saying that the gods started picking maybe a month or so before the RP takes place.
OR
we can say that all current characters have been chosen basically at the same time, and this s their first week in the Pantheon? Iβm good with anything.)
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Post by Ζ€Ξ±ΖΖΞ±Ρ β§ on May 23, 2020 13:53:32 GMT -5
(Hmmm so if we go with different times, Laurie is probably my kid whoβs been there the longest, followed likely by Chiara and Lucien. But I think either idea as for the timelines work. I mean, we could always kinda go with a middle ground. Maybe time works differently in the Pantheon, so like they could all be chosen at different times but to those in the Pantheon a month would equate to maybe a day or two)
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Post by Ζ€Ξ±ΖΖΞ±Ρ β§ on May 23, 2020 13:54:07 GMT -5
Chicago, Illinois
Well, it had been a pretty bad day.
Lucien Fairfax liked to think he had a pretty strong moral compass, at least in general he did. But at school some kid had made fun of Lucienβs clothes, which were old, falling-apart and one or two pieces were a little too small for him. He didnβt have anything else at home. Their argument had escalated into a fight, and in the end the police had gotten involved. He hadnβt gotten arrested, per se, but they just wanted βa chat at the stationβ as they called it.
Which was why Lucien found himself sitting in a starkly lit βinterview roomβ in the local police station. He was on his own so far; an officer had brought him in and then left, saying someone would be with him soon. That had been about ten or fifteen minutes ago.
He had been boredly watching a flickering light when he heard the soft click of the door opening. A relatively young police officer walked in; he was tall, with wavy blonde hair and striking blue eyes. He was carrying a file in his hands, and Lucien watched with disinterest as he took a seat at the other side of the table.
βAlright,β the officer began βLucien, isnβt it? Lucien Fairfax?β
βWhat, forgot who you had in here in the last ten minutes?β Lucien questioned
βSon, look at the size of this file,β the officer replied βnobody could forget as big a pain in the ass as you.β
βGetting a little insulting there, Officer... Blunt.β Lucien replied as he read the officerβs badge
He sat in silence for a few moments as the officer flipped through the file.
βTodayβs incident,β Officer Blunt began βdo you know what you did wrong?β
βI donβt think itβs wrong to stop a kid from running his mouth,β Lucien shrugged βhe was insulting me. I warned him, told him to back off and he didnβt listen. Itβs wrong to mock somebody for the clothes they wear. You ask me, there was nothing wrong with what I did. He was asking for it.β
βSo you donβt think you did anything wrong,β Officer Blunt replied βbut you sure as hell didnβt do the right thing, now did you? So Iβm going to ask you again and youβre going to stop being a smartass. What do you think you did wrong?β
βLost my temper,β Lucien muttered βthere, Iβve had my slap on the wrist, can I leave now?β
βYou go when I say you can go. Lucien, you are here like twice a month, itβs got to stop. You need to learn not to lash out, you have to control your temper. Remember that a sword is more powerful in the hands of a calm fighter than an angry one.β
As he spoke, Officer Blunt put his hands on the table in front of him, and on his wrist Lucien caught sight of a small tattoo of a sword in golden ink. He was sure he could see another tattoo peeking over the collar of his shirt but not enough for him to tell what it was.
βIs that why you have your tattoo?β Lucien asked βto remind you of that?β
Officer Blunt just chuckled lightly.
βSomething like that.β
The officer then flicked back to the front of the file, looking through Lucienβs information. That felt a little invasive, but oh well. That was why the file was there, anyway.
βI see youβre in a band,β Officer Blunt commented, a note of appreciation in his voice βwhat do you play?β
βI used to be in a band,β Lucien corrected βand guitar.β
There was a ghost of a smile on Bluntβs face for a moment before he went back to reading through the file.
βYou canβt keep getting yourself in trouble,β the officer tutted βI mean, what would your mother think if something happened to you?β
βThe school called her five minutes after the fight, and sheβs not here at the station right now,β Lucien pointed out βput two and two together, man, she doesnβt care.β
Those words seemed to spark something in the eyes of the officer, a kind of triumphant glint appearing in his eyes as well as em evaluating kind of curiosity. His eyes seemed strangely to almost glow. But as quickly as the moment began the officer returned his gaze to the file.
βPerhaps you should try healing people instead of hurting them,β the officer murmured quietly as he flicked through the file
βWhat?β Lucien questioned, having not quite caught what Officer Blunt had said
βNothing,β Officer Blunt replied, a smile on his face now βyouβre free to go with a warning, Iβll escort you out.β
Both men rose to their feet, but then Blunt stood in front of the door. He seemed to be checking they were out of view of the cameras in the room, and when he turned his head Lucien caught the tattoo he hadnβt been able to see before; a lyre.
Right now, Lucien was concerned by the fact that the man was blocking the door and seemed to be looking him up and down.
βHmmm,β he murmured βyou enjoy black a little much for my liking, but thatβs not important. All I know is I need to choose someone and quite frankly, youβre all Iβve got, kid.β
βIβm sorry, Officer Blunt, what the hell are you talking about?β Lucien questioned
In response, the officer grinned a mischievous grin.
βOfficer Blunt doesnβt exist. God, itβs been years since my exile on earth. Iβve missed it. I spent years in servitude here, you know.β
βIβm sorry, what?β Lucien asked βWho are you?β
Current theory was a crazy guy impersonating a police officer.
βAh, right, Iβm getting ahead of myself,β the man replied βI have many names. Phoebus, Pythius, Acesius. I am he who can build walls just by playing his lyre. I am a slayer of giants. But most importantly for the purposes of a young delinquent such as yourself, I am he who purified himself of the sin of murder, who makes men aware of their guilt. And believe me, youβve got a lot of guilt to get through.β
As he spoke, the police uniform seemed to fade like an illusion. Instead, suddenly the young man was wearing a normal t-shirt and jeans. He wore around his neck a necklace of dark, raw amber. But he seemed to glow more than ever, though strangely Lucien couldnβt see the light. It was as if an entirely different sense than that of sight was picking up the glowing coming from the man.
βBut you can call me Apollo,β the man smiled
Suddenly there was a blinding white light, so bright Lucien could no longer see the room around him. Apolloβs voice filled the endless space around him, but it sounded infinitely different. His voice was like music.
βI, Apollo, god of the sun, music, healing, poetry, archery and prophecy have chosen Lucien Fairfax as my champion. I hereby bestow upon him some portion of my power and will endeavour to guide him in the use of these abilities for so long as I am needed. Iβll also endeavour to help him not be an asshole. By my divine authority and the power of Zeus, let it be so.β
Suddenly the light was gone, and a disoriented Lucien found himself crashing onto an unfamiliar wooden floor.
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Post by Ζ€Ξ±ΖΖΞ±Ρ β§ on May 23, 2020 14:09:22 GMT -5
Arlington, Virginia
Chiara Belcher had a habit of seeing things she wasnβt supposed to. She was observant, and quiet, and very curious. Which usually added up to her finding out secrets she should never have known.
What secret had she just found out? Well, that wasnβt something she wanted to think about at the moment.
Right now she was in the local park, having needed to take a moment to get some air, and get away from the house. She needed to be anywhere but at home right now.
The blonde was seated on a park bench, looking out over the calm surface of a pond, the glassy water only occasionally disturbed by a duck or a falling leaf.
Her hair was tied back from her face in a neat ponytail, the lighter streak that was due to her piebaldism clearly visible. She focused her blue eyes at some unknown point in the distance
But she caught movement out of the corner of her eye, and her attention was quickly grabbed by the figure of a man. He was tall, pale and blonde, and he had an easel and canvas set up in front of him, working on a painting of the lake and the trees. Sheβd seen him there the last time she was at the park, she was sure.
She got up and approached him now, staying a respectful distance back so she could watch him work without disturbing him too much or getting in his way.
βThatβs beautiful,β Chiara complimented, giving the man a smile
And it was; the detail of the painting was incredible, and he seemed to have captured little things Chiara hadnβt even noticed, right down to the way individual blades of grass bent and moved. The colours heβd achieved were amazing, too; they seemed richer, with more depth and vibrancy than what Chiara was seeing.
βThank you,β the man replied without looking back from his work
She examined the work a little, her eyes taking in every inch of the canvas.
βHow do you paint in so much detail?β Chiara questioned in awe
βI just paint what I see,β he hummed βeverything exactly as I see it.β
Her eyes drifted to one of the flowers in the painting, though. When she lifted her gaze to look at the actual flower at the edge of the pond it seemed to have something missing.
βYour flower,β she said βitβs got one petal too few. Plus, you got the creamy white of the petals perfectly but youβve missed the slightly peachier colour towards the centre.β
The man leaned slightly around the canvas to take a look at the plant she was talking about, before looking back at her with she impressed look in his eyes.
But what was most alarming about those eyes was the colour. Not only did his gaze seem sharp, like he could see into her very soul, but his eyes had an unusual golden hue.
βSo I have,β he replied βthank you again. May I have your name?β
βChiara,β the girl smiled βChiara Belcher.β
βItβs a pleasure to meet you,β the man nodded
His eyes met Chiaraβs, and as he looked at her she could swear she saw the slightest change in his expression. As if he had learned something.
βYouβre very observant,β the man said βI am too. I know what a curse that can be, and I get the feeling you do too.β
βIβm sorry?β Chiara asked, taken aback
βI simply mean that one finds out things they shouldnβt, and once you have knowledge you cannot take it back. Is that why youβre here, in a park by yourself rather than at home?β
Chiara didnβt respond to that, she didnβt need to. The man just continued.
βSomeone quiet and observant can often feel like theyβre vanishing into the background, into nothing. A pair of eyes that can see everything but do nothing. Like nobody would miss you if you disappeared.β
That felt too real. Recognition mixed with discomfort and fear flashed across Chiaraβs eyes. How did he know all this about her? What did he want?
βI should go-β she began
βIβm sorry, Miss Belcher,β the man interrupted βIβm about to give you both a great gift and a terrible curse. One that I have borne alone until now. You will come to resent this, and wish you were dead. But there is no other way.β
Before Chiara could turn and leave, the man touched her shoulder. Suddenly she was hit by a wave of intensity. She could hear everything better, see everything more clearly, and everything seemed more vibrant. Before it suddenly dropped into nothing.
Dim rainbow colours seemed to surround Chiara suddenly, and the ground gave way to endless falling. She could see nothing anymore.
βIn the name of the Allfather, I have chosen Chiara Belcher as my champion. I thus imbue her with a portion of my power and will guide her and support her in her growth as a warrior and a wielder of divine power until such time as I am not needed or until Ragnarok should call me to the final battle. This is the will of Heimdallr, the god of light, the guardian of the bifrost and the protector of the Γsir.β
The rainbow colours surrounding her grew brighter and brighter, more and more intense, until they brightened into pure white light.
βOh,β Heimdallrβs voice added βand sorry for the bumpy ride.β
And as abruptly as it had begun, Chiaraβs fall ended with an ungraceful clatter against the floor. |
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Leo
Surviving off Thai tea and Miguel O'hara
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Post by Leo on May 23, 2020 15:18:48 GMT -5
My good kids  Champion of Heracles
Ariella Jackson | 19 | Female | 6'5" | 130 Ibs | The Helpful one
"Bring the Lion out"
Just like her patron, Heracles, Ariella is incredibly strong. It's been said she could easily lift a car in her hands. Ariella serves as both a fierce protector and a helpful hand with just about any task you need. However, she's not the smartest one of the group but makes up for it in her loyalty and kindness.
Griffin Wyatt | 18 | Male | 6'10" | 190 Ibs | The Undefeated
"We will Rock you"
Griffin was chosen because he had never lost a fist fight in his life. And he's been in plenty of them. Even though he tries to act serious and like a leader, he has about 2 braincells and is one of the sweetest guys in the house. Feel free to braid his hair whenever.
River Gellis | 20 | Male | 5'10" | 160 Ibs | The Stubborn Fighter
"They say the end is coming and I need to prepare. We can't go to Hell if we're already there"
Cynical and sarcastic River fits just right in with his patron, Ares. Even when he wasn't winning a fight, River has never been one to surrender or back down. However, he makes it very clear to everyone including his god that he did not want this life. But, even through all that there is some kindness in him. Deep down in his soul somewhere.
Naida Hollick | 19 | Female | 5'3" | 120 Ibs | The Storm
"It's a long way down to the bottom of the River"
A Champion of the Norse goddess of the sea, Naida feels most relaxed in or around water. She can only control, manipulate, and breath in saltwater which is why she tends to keep a pouch of it on her. Any other type of water she can't do anything with. Naida is usually calm and friendly with others but will flip in the blink of an eye to a dangerous temper. It doesn't happen often though.
Jason Bates | 16 | male | 5'6" | 157 Ibs | The Scholar
"There will come a Poet, whose weapon is his word"
Jason is known to be quite a night owl, staying up and reading until he passes out. His patron god, Thoth, is a god of the moon after all. He enjoys studying different things and practicing the little magic he knows. Sometimes, things that he's read appear on his skin for a period of time. Jason is not really a fighter but he'll help you figure out the best strategies.
My Spoiled Exile Champion of Set
Ripley Gates | 21 | Male | 6'0" | 184 Ibs | The Vengueful
"I'll Tear you apart. Make beautiful things. From pieces of you."
Ripley serves as a divider and is loyal to his patron.
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Leo
Surviving off Thai tea and Miguel O'hara
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Post by Leo on May 23, 2020 15:21:33 GMT -5
The Champion of Thoth- Jason Bates
Los Angeles, California
βHey kid, weβre closing.β
Jason looked up from the book he was engrossed in. Another book of fantasy and magic. One he had read already. The man that approached him was one he knew. The owner of the Library. He was kind enough to let Jason check books out much longer than most people.
Turning in his seat Jason gave the older man a big smile. Trying to make himself look as innocent as possible. βLet me stay for just a little longer? Just until I finish this chapter?β he asked. He knew he would get his way. He always got his way when it came to the librarian.
The old man looked at him and the book in his hand. The kid had just started on a new chapter. So heβd be here long after closing. Narrowing his eyes he looked back up at Jason and sighed. βFine. But only one more chapter,β he agreed lifting one finger to emphasis his point and walked away to let him finish his reading.
Gleefully, Jason continued reading. Slower than his normal rate of reading just to kill time and fully engross himself in the story again. He sat there, leaned over his book as the book steadily rose higher into the night. And while most people would be weary and want to rest after a long day, Jason only felt more energized.
But he was too distracted to hear the footsteps approaching him from behind.
βGood book?β The man behind him asked. Jason jumped and spun around to see a man about 5β9β with deep brown skin and long dark brown coils of hair. Stubble covered his gentle smile and his eyes seemed to gleam with an unnatural golden glint. He looked about in his mid 20βs but something felt off about him. And it wasnβt just the fact that he was wearing an ugly jacket.
Hesitating, Jason looked him up and down before deciding to answer him. βYeah. I mean Iβve read it already but its one of my favorites,β he answered a smile touching his lips as he talked about the book in his hands. Then he seemed to remember the man was a stranger. βWhat are you doing here? The library is closed.β
The stranger smiled knowingly and took the seat across from Jason. βThe same as you. Reading my fill until he really kicks us out,β the man answered a quiet chuckle in his voice as he looked down to read the book in his hand. Minutes passed of them silently reading again before the man spoke again. βBut what are you doing here? Shouldnβt you be running home?β
Jason paused at where he was in the book and held his breath. It wasnβt really any of this manβs business butβ¦ βIβd rather get home when my dad is asleep.β And he left it at that.
The stranger nodded in understanding and studied the boy in front of him. Looking off to the side a thought occured to him. βHow many of these books have you read?β
Jason scoffed and leaned back in his seat. He looked around, seemingly counting the shelves and all the books before turning and looking at the man again. βAll of them.β
The man across from him looked impressed and grabbed a random book from a nearby table. βSo if I asked you to quote them blind?,β he asked and opened the book to a random page. Jason furrowed his brow at the weird way he said it. But, he never got a chance to Finding a line he liked the stranger read it aloud. β βLookββ he murmured, holding out his arm to stop Malfoy. Something bright white was gleaming on the ground. They inched closer.β
βIt was the unicorn all right, and it was dead. Harry had never seen anything so beautiful and sad. Its long, slender legs were stuck out at odd angles where it had fallen and its mane was spread pearly-white on the dark leaves.β Jason continued. It was from Harry Potter there was no mistaking that scene.
Picking up another book and doing the same the man raised his eyebrows at the boy. βOf the king's ship The mariners say how thou hast disposed And all the rest o' the fleet.β
βSafely in harbor Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew. Shakespeare's The Tempest.β
βImpressive. Last one. There is no greater agonyβ¦β he trailed off looking at the kid expectantly.
βThan bearing an untold story inside you.β Jason finished once again. But, those words had his chest feeling heavy for some reason. He didnβt expect the words coming from his mouth to impact him that harshly.
The stranger nodded and smiled at the boy. βMaya Angelou.β Setting the book down to the side, the stranger reached out his hand for the kid to shake. βWhatβs your name?β
βJason Bates.β He answered slowly extending his hand and taking the other manβs. He wasnβt sure why he had just been quizzed on his knowledge of the books. It seemed like an odd thing to be quizzed on after just meeting each other. And after taking the manβs hand another jolt of energy ran through his body and he was unable to let go.
βJason Bates, I chose you as my Champion. You will be granted a fraction of my divine power and I in return will guide and protect you until I m no longer needed. So says Thoth, the god of magic, the moon, writing, and wisdom.β The manβs voice echoed through the room as if they were in a cave. Deep and powerful with such weight to the words. As if it wereβ¦ magic.
Jason looked up at the man and, as if transparently silhouetted behind him, what looked like a bird moved just as he did. What he said couldnβt possibly be true. Jasonβs heart was racing and he looked frightened.
Pulling on Jasonβs hand gently, the man that called himself Thoth gave him a gentle and friendly smile. βIβll speak to you soon.β And with that, Thoth let go of the boyβs hand sending him tipping backward in his chair. Falling. Falling longer than he should have.
Until, he landed on his back on cold unfamiliar wood. And complete darkness.
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Post by πππππ π¨ on May 23, 2020 16:13:28 GMT -5
(@/All members: Just letting everyone know that for the beginning for the RP, all characters that have been made, or at least the ones you want to RP first will arrive to the Pantheon at the same time. This doesn't mean they were chosen at the same time, but more that the Pantheon works different in regards to time than Reality does.
For hilarity, as some posts have shown, after being Chosen, the kids tend to land in the Pantheon in less-than-desirable fashion. The first few posts will be following the characters after the are first teleported to the Pantheon, so feel free to hop in that way, with your character reacting to the others and the place their in.)
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Post by πππππ π¨ on May 23, 2020 16:41:58 GMT -5
Luka Ravana || Echo Deirdre || Lorenzo Alexander
This day just kept on getting worse and weirder. Luka had come to accept that fact as truth. Well, she would accept that as the truth, if she wasn't in such a large amount of pain, with manic laughter ringing dully in her ears.
At least she wasn't falling down the stairs anymore. Though, her mind was more along the lines of what kind of drugs did that man inject me with and curious thoughts about if maybe he knocked her out, she had been dreaming, and she just woke up in his base of operations.
Instead of dwindling down the path of anymore thoughts of that nature, she grumbled irritably, pushing her curled up body to a somewhat more comfortable position, mindful of the bruises she knew she was going to get, "Bloody hell," she grumbled out, cradling a sore wrist, rubbing at the rug burn that started to lash out, though she froze when she spotted another figure nearby, a much taller boy, who was laying on the couch.
He seemed to just be plopped there, eyes wide and panicked, like a frightened animal. And yet Luka found herself envious of the fact that the stupid kid was on the couch, of all places! Still, her mouth didn't quite follow along with what she wanted to say, a strangled, "Bloody hell!" escaping her again, though this time, it was more in shock than anything. She still was laying down.
The boy in question looked up, blinking at her, as his face set into a happy smile, waving. "Oh, hello!" he commented, as if the simple fact that they weren't in a bloody strange house hadn't been scaring him to death just moments before. His face flickered into awe than, eyes wide, "Oh, wow, how many of you fell onto the ground?"
"How many of us?" Her gaze flickered around, swinging her messy hair with her as she did so, and oh bloody good, there were some other people there as well. One in particular was wavering on her feet, unsure, and catatonic, at least the poor girl didn't just take a topple down multiple flights of stairs like Luka had.
"What just happened?" The girl with the red hair - with some blonde, it seemed, dyed in - muttered, her eyes flinging around in a panicked loop, before she visible jumped back away from as many people as she could, hugging into herself, "Where am I?"
"Bloody don't know, mate," Luka echoed, still sitting on the ground, and not really making any moves to get up. How many of these people faceplanted into the ground? Her face contorted into a painful grimace, glancing back at the younger female nearby, who still had quite a few inches of Luka, "All I know is to never trust men in tophats and sunnies."
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Post by Ζ€Ξ±ΖΖΞ±Ρ β§ on May 23, 2020 18:48:00 GMT -5
Thankfully, the last minute warning from Dionysus had given Laurie just enough time to brace himself before he hit the floor, which saved him from major injuries. But heβd still clattered into it pretty hard
He stumbled to his feet and took in the room around him, which he realised in astonishment was full of people around the same age as him. Some of whom were on the floor, some of whom were standing and talking. His arms were hurting terribly, he realised, from the impact on the floor, and he figured theyβd be bruised the next day.
βMerde,β he muttered to himself βhow drunk am I?β
He tuned in to a conversation, though, between two girls and a boy, right when the dark-haired girl made a comment about guys in top hats and sunnies, which was confusing. She also had an Australian accent, which was even more confusing.
βLast I know I was in a nightclub talking to some crazy dude who said he was Dionysus.β Laurie replied βand to be honest Iβm still drunk.β
He was pretty sure he was slurring his words a little, plus his clothes were definitely more nightclub suited than causal daywear.
He was interrupted, though, by a crashing sound and turned to see that a blonde boy of about seventeen had seemingly just crashed into a wall, and was holding his nose
βGoddamit,βthe boy groaned βwhat the hell is going onβ?
βJoin the club, mec,β Laurie replied
It was at that moment one of the figures on the floor stirred. She had blonde hair with a lighter streak near her temple, which she currently had her hand against as she massaged it in pain.
She opened her mouth to speak, before Laurie interrupted.
βIf youβre about to ask where we are, let me catch you up. None of us know and weβre all very confused and I could really use a coffee right now.β
A brunet boy wearing a beanie had been sitting on the couch, and he gave a confused shrug.
βI have no idea what the hell is going on.β
They werenβt done, though, because another girl appeared right at that moment. A girl with bright blue hair with a yellow lock at her temple. She, however, landed pretty gracefully and with a smile on her face. As if she actually knew what she was doing or something.
βShe gets to arrive like that? This isnβt fairβ the blonde boy huffed
βDoes anyone wanna explain whatβs just happened? I mean that was cool, but...β the girl asked
βNone of us know a thing, Iβm starting to wonder how much I drunk, and itβs all trΓ©s chiante,β Laurie replied βso how about we start with names, that way we can at least talk to one another. Iβm Laurent, but you can all call me Laurie.β
βChiara,β the blonde girl put in
βDillon,β said the brunet boy
βLane,β said the blue-haired girl
βLucien,β the blond boy replied with an exasperated sigh, still holding his nose
Laurie then gave an expectant look to the group that had originally been speaking when he joked the conversation.
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Demisexual
Leo
Surviving off Thai tea and Miguel O'hara
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Post by Leo on May 23, 2020 20:58:03 GMT -5
The Champion of Ares- River GellisPortsmouth, New HampshireThe strike to his jaw made his teeth rattle and his vision blur. Stumbling backward, River brought his arms up to protect his face and wipe at the blood crawling down from his lip. It stung when he touched it and couldnβt help when he sucked in a sharp breath. How long had he been down here? How long had he been fighting this one guy with the crowd screaming for more? The harsh fluorescents above him the only light source in this dark room but didnβt provide enough to illuminate his challenger very well. So itβs understandable that he crumbled to the ground when another punch landed on his stomach. His face smacked too hard against the cold cement and River curled into himself. His head was spinning, his body hurt, and he just wanted everything to be quiet. The crowd around them cheered louder as his opponent taunted River to get up. To take another beating. If he didnβt need the money he would probably get back up. Wipe the smug smile from the other manβs face and take the prize money. But that was assuming he could beat this guy. Looking up at the crowd, River distantly heard the referee counting, starting from ten. Just stay down River. Itβll be over in a second.A man caught his eye in the crowd. He was tall, dressed in all black and a leather jacket, stubble covered his jaw, and his hair was greased back. The most annoying thing about him his that he was wearing sunglasses inside. The man looked at him expectantly and crossed his arms over his chest. An eyebrow raised over his dark aviator sunglasses and he gestured with his head for him to get up. Who did this guy think he was? He acted as if he knew what River was going to do. Encouraged it even. Did he know how much money he would lose if he actually won? Before he could stop himself, River was getting back on his feet by the time the referee was on the count of 5. He groaned in pain as he straightened himself back up and raised his fists again. Blood ran down his chin as he smiled at the annoyed man in front of him. βYou want a fight? Iβll give you a fight.β ββββ βThink about that the next time you decide to make a deal with us,β the gruff older man growled before calling off his goons and striding out of the room. They dropped River and he crumbled to the floor, gasping for air and clutching at his stomach. He was going to hurt in the morning. Shifting so that his back was against the cool stone wall, River tried to take a deep breath but found that made everything hurt worse. Grunting in pain, River leaned his head back against the wall and closed his eyes. At least he won the prize money. Slow clapping caught the young manβs attention but he didnβt open his eyes. He didnβt move from his spot to address the newcomer, he simply sat there and waited for the stranger to speak. βMy you are stubborn huh?β The man asked. Curiosity got the better of River and he opened his eyes to see who it was. Sunglasses. Immediately, River became defensive and scowled at him. βWho are you?β He asked not attempting to be polite in any way. βPeople call me Ares,β The man introduced himself and squatted in front of the redhead. There was a moment of silence as they stared at each other. River angrily and this so-called Ares expectantly. River narrowed his eyes at him and pulled his limbs in closer to his body. βYou say that as if I should know who you are.β Ares frowned showing his disappointment but scoffed and chose to ignore it. βRiver right? What are you doing in an underground fight ring? Donβt you have something better to do?β River struggled to his feet and moved around the man. He opened a locker that was nearby an grabbed what little stuff her owned. βDonβt you?β River retorted not looking at him. He found spare gauze in his bag an started wrapping it around his bruised and bloody hands. βBesides what do you care?β Ares stood and crossed his arms over his chest leaning back against the wall. He didnβt answer his questions. He had his answer. Instead he smiled and raised his eyebrows. βYouβre a good choice.β River hardly looked up when he said that. But he did react when Ares suddenly came lunging at him. Dropping his stuff and balling up his fist, River swung a persicv punch towards the other manβs face. Only for his fist to be caught in the strangerβs hand. Ares smiled and tilted his head upward as if he had the upper hand. Which of course he did. βI, Ares, God of war and violence chose you River Gellis as my Champion. I grant this stubborn kid a fraction of my power as well as my guidance and protection. And so it shall be.β River tried to pull his arm free and glared up at the man as he spoke. βWhat are you on about?β He growled. His body felt hot. Too much energy seemed to flow up through his arm as he was locked in what he thought was a fight. βLet me go!β Ares grabbed the front of Riverβs shirt and brought him close to his face. Tilting his head down, the self-proclaimed god looked at the boy over his sunglasses. And River felt his stomach drop. There starring right into his own eyes were two raging fires in his pupils. Wild and relentless and boring into his soul. βHave a nice fall, River,β he muttered. And then he pushed him back and let go of him. Sending the poor fighter into a spiral as he fell. Spiraling out of control. And then landing face-first on wooden floor.
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Post by πππππ π¨ on May 23, 2020 22:36:31 GMT -5
Luka Ravana || Echo Deirdre || Lorenzo Alexander || Clementine Lester || Guinevere Sharpe
Luka watched in mild panic as it started raining people. Was she the first person that spawned here? What was going on?
A group of people just fell in, one incredibly drunk, and some appeared to know one another? She heard a cry as someone quite literally fell right next to the apparent boy named Griffin, it was a tall girl with skin that looked like it was dark with patches of pale skin. Luka hadn't really seen anyone like that before, but she knew about the condition. There was another girl, soaking wet and gasping for air. It reminded Luka how was still wet due to Mr. Fenfrir - no, Loki leading her out into a bloody storm and throwing his blasted umbrella at her.
It seemed that while everyone was talking, falling, and apparently bleeding, Luka kind of just remained in place, especially after hearing the one boy, Laurie, he said his name was, mention the name Dionysus.
The boy with the white hair chirped happily along, despite the panic many people seemed to share, his grin dazzling and bright, "My name's Lorenzo! Helios mentioned that some people may be freaked out-"
The girl with the red hair blinked owlishly, still in shock and fright, as she watched Jason frantically wave a hand in front of his face, "Oh, I-I'm E-Ec-Echo" she managed to finally stutter out the words, though they were pretty quiet, as she shrunk back against a wall. Too many people was never a good thing, and she had no idea where she was.
"The name's Guinevere," The girl with vitiligo was now standing, trying to act poised and proper, viciously rubbing the dust off her blue jeans, her eyes narrowed at Griffin and Ariella, before nodding like she assured some grand fact.
Luka was about to speak up with her own name, but never got the chance as another figure seemed to appear from nothing, and fell essentially horizontally, smacking into a wall. Their body crumpled as they gasped for breath, eyes wide as they looked back at the group in horror. They caught onto someone saying their name, however, and grumbled out a soft, but firm, "Clementine."
The black haired girl, her hair messy and curly, watched as everyone chaotically wavered around, before she heard the same laughter in her head from before. Her thoughts were still connecting. Dionysus? Helios? Loki?
"Trust your instinct, Luka, what's your mind saying?" Sounded strangely like it wasn't her voice and sounded like, well, Loki. One sweeping look at the room confirmed it, and she sighed, long and hard.
"My name's Luka, I was visited by a man...who shifted into a serpent named Loki." She started, before glancing at every person she could, especially those who kept asking about what in the bloody hell was going on, so specifically Lane, River, and Jason. "And I think we're being permanently relocated."
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Post by Ζ€Ξ±ΖΖΞ±Ρ β§ on May 24, 2020 2:43:17 GMT -5
Laurie was barely reacting to the newcomers arriving to the room, and he wasnβt sure if it was to do with the amount of alcohol in his system or because everything happening right now was so weird that more people falling into the room seemed like a minor concern.
He took in the names of all the people who introduced themselves, but when one boy - Lorenzo - mentioned Helios that sent Laurieβs mind ticking, admittedly slowly and kind of impeded by alcohol. But it was working.
And then the one who called herself Luka said something about Loki, and permanent relocation. The whole βpermanent relocationβ part of what sheβd said hadnβt hit him yet, he was more focusing on what sheβd said about the gods.
βSo youβre saying...β he began, before realisation crossed his face βoh no,β
He groaned, putting a hand to his face as he looked down
βDionysus held back my hair while I puked in a nightclub bathroomβ he groaned in embarrassment βmerdeβ
βI did and humans are disgusting,β said a voice in Laurieβs ear that the young man was pretty sure was Dionysus. That or insanity had now fully set in
βListen, dude, what you do on a Tuesday is nothing to do with us,β commented the girl, the one called Lane
That was when the blonde boy in the leather jacket and with the angry look on his face - the one called Lucien - spoke up.
βIβm sorry, have I fallen down the damn rabbithole?βhe asked sharply βare you guys actually saying that your explanation for this is that the gods are real?β
βUnless youβd like to volunteer a better answer for why a woman named Hera sent me here,β commented the boy in the beanie - Dillon βcome on, what did your person say their name was?β
βApollo,β Lucien muttered after a moment
βWell then he probably wasnβt from freaking Michigan or wherever youβre from, was he?β
βIβm from Chicago, but I take your pointβ Lucien replied
βHeβs right,β said a voice in Lucienβs ear βand for the record Iβm extremely real.β
βOkay, so our current explanation is that weβve been kinda sorta kidnapped by deities.βsighed Laurie
βCongratufreakinglations, you figured it outβ
This was clearly going to be a wild ride, and Laurent couldnβt exactly say he was prepared.
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Post by Nariku The Avaricious on May 24, 2020 4:29:40 GMT -5
(Hey, sorry for just up and vanishing yesterday. Got busy and was too exhausted to post anything.)
(Is it alright for me to post my starter and posting how they got there at a later date?)
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Post by Ζ€Ξ±ΖΖΞ±Ρ β§ on May 24, 2020 4:31:42 GMT -5
(Hey! Youβre completely alright thereβs rush at all weβre pretty relaxed here. Of course! Post your starter and donβt worry about the intros. You donβt even have to write those if you donβt want to itβs just something we felt like doing. Leo and Chaos have just gone to bed but Iβll be around if you have any questions or need anything ) |
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Post by Nariku The Avaricious on May 24, 2020 11:06:37 GMT -5
(Alright, thank you ^^ I'll get to writing a starter then)
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Post by Nariku The Avaricious on May 24, 2020 11:43:42 GMT -5
Had Theo known he was going to be abducted by a god and sent to an unknown house that day, he probably would have chosen to wear something more presentable. If he was going to be kidnapped, might as well do it in style? Thatβs what he thought to himself at least. He was lucky enough to have landed on his feet when he arrived. Pulling the shirt of his collar and looking up and to the side, he gave a prideful smirk.
Though, his attention was soon drawn to the sheer amount of people there. Everyone seemed confused, some people were battered, and one dude was apparently having a hangover. They seemed to be introducing themselves, and mentioning something about a god choosing them? So that man was a god, huh? He thought, with a strange amount of pride.
βIf weβre all taking names than I guess I shall goβ Theo said with an air of confidence βMy name is Theodo-β
His introduction was soon cut off when a new person was slammed into his back, knocking him on the ground, sputtering as if he were trying to regain his composure.
βOh this is just fantastic!β A young woman exclaimed in a sarcastic tone βWho does he think he is?! βOh, Iβm Zeus the almighty!β Cut that bull!β She seemed to be completely oblivious to the fact she was on top of someone, or she just didnβt care.
βMaβam, can you please-β Theo heaved, trying to get up, when he was cut off again.
βComplain to someone who cares!β She grunted loudly, but her phrase didnβt seem directed at Theo. Who the heck was she talking to? And did she really have to do it sitting on top of him.
His growing annoyance seemed to reach the woman, as she finally looked down at him and muttered βOh shit.β Finally, she quickly stood up, leaving Theo able to actually breathe. Dusting himself off, he was about to finish his introduction when he heard the exasperated noises of a man across the room.
A black-haired young man, who seemed around his age, seemed to be scrambling around the floor in a crazed panic before grabbing onto the leg of the person closest to him. Laurie if he wasnβt mistaken.
The man shuttered in terror, his eyes glued to the ground βOh god, I thought death had finally come to claim my soul! Cursed spectre, begone!β
Theo just watched, dumbfounded before muttering under his breath βTheodore, but people call me Theoβ
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Post by Ζ€Ξ±ΖΖΞ±Ρ β§ on May 24, 2020 11:57:43 GMT -5
(Okay I want it to be known that I love your kids so much already and I cannot wait to write Laurieβs reaction to Pascal)
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Post by Nariku The Avaricious on May 24, 2020 12:07:39 GMT -5
(Thank you XD I'm enjoying writing them too)
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Post by Ζ€Ξ±ΖΖΞ±Ρ β§ on May 24, 2020 12:13:55 GMT -5
Okay I might get a quick reply up now because I just...
... I have to have Laurie react to Pascal so badly XD)
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