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Characters (Pt.1)

So I have a lot of story arches and details jumbled in my mind for my Hermes graphic novel idea thingy, but it’s so hard to get it written down properly, let alone have it be 85% dialogue and work?  I’ve had writers block but I have many things to say about the individual characters themselves, I.e all of them occasionally break the 4th wall throughout. Hermes:

Looks - Medium short dark purple curly hair - icy blue eyes - tattooed all over - Goes back and forth from colourful yet gothic styles in attire to casual nerd chic (likes to wear his plaid onesie at home) - Full and big hipster beard (also purple) Personality - Flirtatious - Queer AF - Has a history of depression, anxiety and PTSD from the Titan wars - Always expresses himself and is honest about what he’s thinking,                    even if it ends up insulting someone - Is a cat person - Loves to sing - Has a thing for curves in men and women (but still likes muscles and such as well, just doesn’t make him drool as much) - Sarcasm is a second language - Usually the first to point out dumb ideas/plans - Takes his job seriously even though he doesn’t come across as such  - Is a switch but loves to Power Bottom   Occupation - Messenger of the gods and guider of souls to the afterlife and so on - Co-Owns a burlesque variety show in an old opera house in Paris with Aphrodite Extra Facts: - Owns 3 cats that happen to be the fates trapped in feline form - Is the only person who knows where the Golden Fleece is currently - Face times with Pan a lot            Ares: Looks - Silver Daddy vibes - Scars strewn along his body - Amber coloured eyes - White short tossled hair  - Always clean shaven - Likes to wear shirts with puns and Dad jokes on them under his array of          leather jackets (one for each day of the week) Personality - Jumpy at anything that sounds like gun fire or swords clashing, etc - Would never fight an unarmed individual - Secretly loves Beyonce - Can’t talk to women to save his life - Reads romance novels - Short tempered (but is working on changing that) - Puts anyone who works out with him through hell - Chokes people first asks questions later - Has fatherly instincts (sometimes) Extra Facts :

- Has a dog named Brutus (breed tbd) - Owns a lot of motorcycles and muscle cars and essentially lives like a gay sugar daddy - Has a daughter no one knows about Zeus: Looks - Always in his armored form  - Pink coloured eyes - Braided Grey hair and long beard - Lightening scar patterns over the course of his body - Doesn’t believe in too many rings on his fingers - Only takes his crown off for showers and sleep Personality  - Dramatic - Treated Hera like the Queen that she is (before her disappearance) - Blasts Folk Metal to help him feel better - Mopey/Broody - Bit of a dick 90% of the time - Peeping tom from Olympus on more than one occasion - Knows he is a minor character  - Loves to guilt trip  - Recovering addict from dark magic Extra Facts : - Sleeps with a plush Pegasus - Air guitars in private (and he’s pretty good at it) Aphrodite (new one, old one is happily retired long before the start of the story) : Looks - Flowing chocolate brown hair down to her knees (has it in different styles; Padme Amidalla inspo) - Eye colour changes frequently - Usually in some form of lingerie or kimono - Power woman suits during business meetings - Curvy/Voluptuous   - (Latina or black mixed race) Personality - Sex positive - Embraces all bodies and it shows - First person to a cycles class and to free doughnut day at Krispy Kream - Will squeeze anything too cute to handle (includes humans) - Loves to Cosplay (and roleplay) - Rape survivor - Breast cancer survivor - Loves gardening  - Will beat you at almost any fighter versus video game - Won’t hesitate to cut a b**** if needed; lover and a fighter Extra Facts  : - Afraid to fall in love - Finds Eros irritating (original son of OG Aphro) - Keeps a magic diary More parts to come but didn’t want to make this too big of a post.

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Gods and Mentality: A Comedy From Trechury by Hermes

There are days where I feel fortunate to witness the tides of time wash over mortals whilst it only covers my feet. I am Hermes, god of greek myth, messenger, master of speed, truth, and yes, my legs sprout wings. 

Piercings of aged gold run along the humerus and ulna of each wing,  swirls of smoke from the soot of tartarus are bestrewn across the inner vane, bandaged by ripped tunic pieces of the fallen. ******** Zeus. The blueprint to the silver daddy. Hair like the wisp of a cloud in a thunderstorm, beard down to his collar, curled and shapen, muscled like marble at 6’2, went mad with power from an unknown source of pure magic; unable to differentiate friend from foe. As I was near to piercing his heart with my spear end of Caduceus inthralld in despair, Zeus fell to his knees with grief and shame. The purple black glow from his eyes started to fade, vowing to use the last of his new found powers to create gems linked to portals between worlds. As well as the given ability to pass on our gifts and mantle to anyone we deemed capable of such a grand responsibility. This would ensure the capability of creating portals to different realms in which to trap the remaining Titans, and seal them off, but to also control the comings and goings between realms of god and man. The only ones to have kept their place in Olympus, would be myself, Zeus, Poseidon, Hades, Persephone, Artemis, Apollo and Diyonisis. It is unknown what happened to Hera, she disappeared after the titans attack on Elysium, 1 year to the day post Titanomachy. The rest either got killed in the battle or by Zeus’ rage. The rest of the survivors retired and passed their powers unto an unsuspecting mortal. Athena managed to find someone of her own decent to pass it on to. Apollo only shows himself when he is needed most, otherwise he stays in the sky (like a bitch); location unknown. 

Aphrodite never divulged what had really happened, but the one and only seductress passed her prowess and assets to a young woman of curvacious colour. To whome I share ownership with to a queer burlesque variety club made out of an old opera house, in Paris, France. I couldn’t imagine the thoughts rushing through the minds of those that chose not to pass on their mantle. To choose the end of one’s legacy is a strange thing, but thinking about it now, I understand. There are days where I would love to give it all up and retire, age gracefully with a fat husky, and a dog. I saw the universe at It’s earliest stages. I’ve met or bedded the brightest minds in the arts, sciences, and ever growing society that is the human race. I have my muses stationed all over the world, Ariana, Celine, Lizzo, Pink, you name it. My own Charlies Angels network if you will. Elizabeth would never admit it, but she got the revamp idea from me. (Zeus doesn’t have to know.) Why else do you think women are dominating the music industry these days? All me with a pinch of Aphrodite. She does like a woman with curves. ******** {Athena} “I can’t help but notice the spark in your eyes is fleeting Hermes” {Hermes} “ I believe that spark you used to see was merely an accident. I wouldn’t dream of showing my hand in that of happiness or hope in this dreary world. Politicians played by children, musicians that have no business calling themselves such things, and Instagram is the new body cache” {Athena} “My apologies my lord, I hath not gleaned at the power of your omnipotence to be masked by such millennial trifles” {Hermes} “Firstly, how dare you? Secondly, f*** you” {Athena} “That position has already been filled by those of the female persuasion, my dear” {Hermes} “Well excuse me, greek goddess of myth, war, strategy, compassion and newly added love for strictly vaginas”

{Athena} “Damn right I am!” *Taking a drag out of a well cut and packed cigar* {Hermes} “It is prudent to remember that no one knows who you really are, it may be best to find a front of an occupation. For example, I run a popular european night club, as one does. Even angels have been known to create their own version of heaven on earth from time to time.” {Athena} “I suppose” {Hermes} “Gods like Zeus, Hera, and even Hades refused to deal with such mortal based existences. However, to keep a semblance of order on this plain, it’s best we don’t arouse any suspicion of the court” {Athena} “The court?” {Hermes} “ Ah, yes, she never told you did she? The Court, is a group of over ambitious myth busters of the supernatural occult, magic, gods and monsters, etc etc” “From the first to current leader, they’ve been trying to expose me and the others, as a ‘malevolent god, hungry for power and human enslavement like in the days of old!” {Athena} “That sounds stupid” {Hermes} “Yes. But they exist none-the-less” The Court has been on my trail since the dark ages. They recruit those of man made religious belief; catholics, christians mostly. Johnathan Jobe Jackson ( I’m not sure how anyone can get any more bible thumper than that) is the descendant of Archibald Fredrics. Obsessed with debunking anyone who claimed to be other than the one true God. I’ll say this, I respect all religions and whomever one decides to choose as their patron god. But if you start to light a fire under my ass with holy water at the ready, we’re going to have problems. I might like the being tied up part too much. The best part is their use of selective magicks to help them gain the upper hand. Thankfully they’re incapable of actually killing us; Not for lack of trying, the hierarchy behind The Court is equally nauseating. The lesser are called Acolytes, then Courtiers, then the faction leaders, 7 of which are called Altiorems (Latin for Higher. Pretentious dicks). The worst of the bunch are the Seniorem Unum (Elder One). Three “fine specimens” of magical ingenuity that led to fickle immortality. By that I refer to what happens if any of them use too much magick after their rebirths. Someone failed to mention to them the price of black magic. Jackson is the ‘head boy’ of the Altiorems. He aspires to be one of the immortals, but falls short on IQ requirements. A waste of a man that makes Percy Weasley seem lacking in abundant annoyance. Hazel eyes, at 5’6 ft, and insistent upon wearing a hideous embellishment of a relic crucifix from the early days of Fredrics little book club. The silver and gold engravings look like you could almost peel it off and reveal chocolate. But not the good kind, like 90% dark chocolate with mint filling. Inlaid are what they claim to be shards chipped from old god made gems that give them their power.  My theory? Some dumb ass put their trust in a fae or demon and thinks they’re in control. How is it that humans are still alive? No, let me rephrase that, how is it that pedantic, racist, balding monk-wannabe white people are still alive?

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Magical Science (Title In Progress)

If you believe in myth, magic, dragons, and climate change, then lend an ear. Many believe the core, human aspects to a tale such as King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table to hold truth.

What if someone told you that Merlin himself was real? That magic, was real? Avery Daniel Addair has always believed in such things, but who would ever believe him? Could his mentor and professor prove useful in such inquiries?

(Avery) “ I’ll have you know Professor Danes is a very busy man, the school is not his only priority."

(Anna) “ I hear he’s looking for something Arthurian, I hear he’s putting a team together for the spring elective. Please, I need this if I’m going to prove anything in this field. Especially as a woman”

(Avery) “ Look, i’m all for equality and there’s plenty of good women doing what you aspire to do, but it’s not up to me. His methods of choosing his candidates are his own and it matters not what I say. “

*Anna stays her ground, and scrunches her face about to escalate the conversation*

(Avery) “*sigh* If you’re that desperate, try going around him and talk to one of the scientists he’s hired to be on the ‘team’. Marks or Hanlen might hear you out”

(Anna) “ While I’d prefer the head, I guess i’ll take one of the legs….that came out weird..I-”

(Avery) “Good evening Miss Collins”

Closing the red oak door to his small yet efficient office, Avery runs his fingers along the inside, covered in scratch marks and other multitudes of 200 year old wear and tear, poorly covered up with wood filler and stain. He saunters over and slumps down into his old leather chair. The one his father gave to him as a congratulatory present after hearing of his new position at the University. Old but comfortable, it’s cracks telling stories on the ridges of the bottom, nearly visible. But it’s tough tan exterior proved worthy of those long nights at the typewriter. Probably just as old as too. Professor Danes insisted that everything be typed out that way; never trusting technology when it came to his soon-to-be published works.

Avery was always the type of TA that could look the part one minute, and come across as a college/university student the next. Wavy auburn hair never out of place as if by magic, button nose and eyes as green as the grassy meadows of his homeland.

He was a short in stature burly farm boy, plus the charm. Complete with tattoos, hipster beard and deep blue horned rim glasses. Hidden away in layers under Cardigans and denim shirts.

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(Danes) “ As you know I’ve been searching for candidates to assist my team of Scientists, Historians, and Archaeologists..n’ so forth. I would like each of you to tell me in a 600 word essay, as to what it is about Arthurian lore that intrigues you the most”

Mr.Avery and I here, will grade, evaluate and discuss, and determine 3 lucky chosen individuals to accompany us on our journey as assistants in archival and analysis, par example. We aim - we hope, that there shall be evidence suggesting King Arthur and his knights, were in fact real people. I wouldn’t dream of going as far as to suggest that the magical aspect of it all is real, but there’s always people.

There’s always science, and to some that science could be viewed as a form of magic.

My - our goal is to unearth such mysteries.

*Danes looks at the time nervously*

Well, alright, that’s it for today. Hop to it!”

Danes respected Avery on equal terms perhaps, 85% of the time, if he’s lucky. If only people knew that half of the professor's dissertations were written by Avery. And whenever a curvaceous prospect crossed Danes’ radar, Avery caught their attention instead. Could it be that Danes is too old for this generation of students? Or is it that he’s just not as attractive as he thinks he is.?

Greying hair, Danes’ makes a point to keep it short, but long enough to fluff on special occasions. Brown eyes with glints of honey amber dancing around the pupils and partially deaf in his right ear. Otherwise tall, fairly toned, and had a story for every scar he gained in his adventures. Early inspirations include Milo from Disneys' Atlantis, and Indiana Jones. It never fails to amaze anyone either, at the amount of tweed this man owns to don every day for work.

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(Unknown Elf) "D’ah’lell “ Ní mór an Fhoireann a aimsiú riamh. Coinnigh slán é, coinnigh i bhfolach é, agus ná nocht tú féin ach nuair a fuair tú é. "

(Translation) "The Staff must never be found. Keep it safe, keep it hidden, and only reveal yourself when you've found them."

As a swinging ax nearly takes his head off, Avery runs towards the bridge, not knowing who this elf was but unaware of what was happening wasn’t real. Out of breath, and terrified, Avery makes way for an old bridge in view. It's moss covered stone bricks barely strong enough to carry the weight of man at a glance. But with no choice his feet, rendering him light as a feather, hurtled him towards escape. A flash of orange light blinds him and soon as his eyesight returns, it appears he has landed in another unrecognizable part of the forest. Howls of wolves became louder and closer every second he stood still with the dying trees. Looking at his hands, covered in rings of gold, ruby, emerald, and sapphire, they were not his own.

Another flash of orange light and the screaming of a name, Avery whips his head to view a mystery woman cloaked in shadow and red velvet. Running towards her he trips on an elevated root, a searing pain emits from his leg. His eyes locked with that of a wolf of enormous size. It's teeth covered in blood and drool with a crazed glint in it's gaze, a snap of it's jaw and a lunge towards him, death was assured. The Last flash of familiar light is at it's brightest.

Avery springs from his drenched pillows and sheets feeling as if he'd lost a year off his life. Looking around in a panic, as if documenting each dark form from his desk, to his reading nook. The sites and smells were both foreign and comforting to him. It felt like he was living in two different worlds one moment, then back in his bedroom the next.

Coaxing his legs to move, Avery makes it to his desk, rummaging for a pen and paper before a name was gone from memory. Seis.

(Avery) “Seis? That means Melody in irish Gaelic. Why the hell would I dream up something like that?”

A cold and numbing feeling flushes over his face as if he’s about to expel every ounce of bile from the current day, only to find it hard enough to walk to the bathroom in time. His body convulsed at an alarming rate, falling to the ground, flashes of other unknown images flood his thoughts. Nothing comes out. Neither the sickly feeling nor mixed up narrative whirring in his nightmares left him.

Pins and needles slowly faded from his extremities, yet an itch on his left ankle remained, becoming too unbearable not to sate. As he started to scratch a confounded pain shot through his left leg. Pulling away as fast as he had reached, the tips of his fingers appeared to be covered in blood. The wound continues to bleed down past his foot.

(Avery) "Th-That was a dream...wasn't it?"