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Character Intro: Ponos (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nicknames- The Coal King by the people of Olympius

Abs of Steel by Dione

Age- 40 (immortal)

Location- Macedonia, Olympius

Personality- He has an unbreakable tiresome work ethic. He's also totally uncompromising, stubborn, & blunt. He's currently dating.

He has the standard abilities of a god except shapeshifting. As the god of hard labor & toil his other powers/abilities include being extremely proficient in melee weapons (like clubs), super enhanced strength, enhanced endurance, limited odynokinesis (pain manipulation), near-invulnerability, and anthracokinesis (coal manipulation/generation).

Ponos is fluent in Old Greek as well as Macedonian. 

His sacred symbols are the hammer & plough.

His immediate family includes his younger brother Porus (god of resourcefulness). There's also his sister-in-law Penia (goddess of poverty).

A notable physical feature are his intense clear blue eyes. 

Ponos splits his time between Olympius’ capital New Olympus and the state of Macedonia. In New Olympus, he owns a studio apartment at The Aetnaean Manor, a luxury apartment building located in the Forgia neighborhood. In Macedonia, Ponos has a large brick mansion situated on an estate totaling ten acres, which he built himself. In both living quarters everything is kept painstakingly clean & ordered. 

His natural scent is that of coal.

The apartment’s color scheme is muted shades of gray, brown, and black- with pops of dark blue & burgundy. The flooring is a glossy dark oak. There’s barely any adornment or decorations on the walls- except for a few photos of Porus and Penia. The furnishings are minimalist and practical- with leather couches & armchairs in the living room along with metal and glass furniture pieces. There’s a dedicated workspace- which has a sturdy workbench as well as a desk. The kitchen has a large obsidian island along with stainless steel appliances. In Ponos’ bedroom, there’s a small iCHOR Tech flat screen mounted on a stand. There’s also an ultra firm king sized bed. 

His mansion in Macedonia is an overwhelming display of brick and stone. Inside the color scheme is mainly dark hues of burgundy, brown, gray, & orange. There's also seven fireplaces, brick & wood flooring, black onyx countertops, a guest cottage (rarely used), a stone pool pavilion, and a home gym.

Ponos has an animal companion, a large dragon named Shadowsteel. He’s a hulking mass of black scales and horns with teeth & claws as sharp as swords! The sound of Shadowsteel’s wings can be heard from miles away. It’s said that he was hatched from the same clutch as Darksmoke, the main dragon companion of Ponos’ friend Draco (god of dragons). Shadowsteel is primarily Ponos’ mode of transportation- especially when traveling great distances. 

He has an extremely disciplined work out regimen twice a day every day, taking pride in his peak physical condition.

A go-to drink for him is a cup of dark roast coffee, which Ponos makes every morning before work. He also likes Strengthify ionized water (buys the 20 bundle pack at the supermarket), pomegranate juice, earl grey tea, orange juice, his homemade protein milkshakes, scotch on the rocks, beer (prefers Tartarus Stout), whiskey, and red wine. 

Ponos likes listening to rap, jazz, classical, & heavy metal music. Lately, he’s been getting into the music of Moros (god of doom), especially his song “Isolation Station.”

He considers his cigar smoking to be a nasty habit.

Ponos starts his mornings with a run through Polyphrôn Park before going to the nearest Power Zone gym for an intense strength training workout. He has a personal trainer, a cyclops named Euronos, who he’s also good friends with outside the gym. They have a playful competitiveness with each other, like flexing their biceps to see which of them has the most veins bulging. 

Since he flies to work, Ponos will stop for breakfast along the way- getting four whole wheat breakfast burritos (added with bacon, sausage, home fries, mushrooms, red onions, & spinach) from The Bread Box along with a homemade oatmeal protein shake he brings from home.

He dresses for practicality, not for a sense of style. Ponos’ typical work attire consists of a suit along with leather shoes or boots. His casual wear consists of leather jackets, dark denim jeans, fitted T-shirts, in addition to cotton and cashmere turtlenecks. 

He and his brother have a typical relationship. Ponos hasn’t really been able to see Porus before and after he got married to Penia, since Ponos is always working. His preferred mode of communication is text. Ponos for the longest time had seen himself as his brother’s protector, dating back to the Titanomachy. They kept themselves out of the war for the most part, hiding in an underground cave. The brothers survived on deer & rabbit stew (from hunting) along with roasted dates and chestnuts gathered from nearby trees. 

Ponos was the witness at his brother’s wedding which took place at New Olympus City Hall. He even hosted the “reception,” or fancy dinner at his mansion in Macedonia. It’s where he met Porus’ mother-in-law Amechania (goddess of helplessness & want) as well as his brother’s sister-in-law, Ptocheia (goddess of beggary). Ponos also paid for his brother’s honeymoon trip, which took place in the Underworld. 

He loves his brother, but can’t help but feel the smallest tiniest twinge of jealousy due to the fact that Porus got married first. There have been times when he wanted nothing more than to smack away the goofy lovestruck smile on Porus’ face whenever Penia comes up in conversation. Though he finds it difficult to be vulnerable, Ponos truly cares for his younger brother. Oftentimes his bleak pessimism would clash with his brother's idealistic optimism.

Most of Ponos’ acquired wealth comes from the many coal mines he owns throughout Olympius.

He likes his sister-in-law fine, admiring Penia’s tenacity and intelligence. Their interactions are even less than the ones he has with Porus, due to their work schedules. Ponos was pleasantly surprised at how she held her own when she participated in a basketball game he was having along with Porus & a few of their friends at Eaglepoint Park. 

Ponos as a deity is quite loved among the oread population as well as the cyclops, mountainous satyrs and centaurs. There has even been a petition for a temple to be built in his honor in Macedonia, where there’s a significant cyclopes population.

He also loves getting the roast beef sandwich on rye bread from The Bread Box for lunch. He also likes getting an order of spanakorizo along with two meat overload gyros (with extra tzatziki sauce) from The Parthenos Grill, the restaurant chain owned by Athena (goddess of wisdom). 

Ponos’ main job is being the warden of Chlothonius Prison, the most notorious prison in Olympius. The maximum security facility is infamously known for housing male inmates of all creeds deemed the most deplorable & dangerous. It’s also generally said that the prison is a precursor to the eternal punishment one may face in Tartarus. Ponos took over the role of warden from the fearsome giant Geryon- whose rule brought into the open many controversies, like inmate abuse and corrupt officers. 

The prison is situated on a volcanic island mass near Tartarus Bay, the Lightning Harbor some 200 miles away. The inmates are housed in single cells with facilities made of poured, reinforced magma to deter self-harm, and are under 24-hour supervision- carried out intensively with high staff-inmate ratios.

Ponos oversees the prison with an iron fist, expecting nothing short of weakness from the correctional officers and all the other employees. One employee Ponos has taken under his wing is a young CO, a cyclops named Ionas.

He typically doesn’t like sweets, but is fond of the oatmeal chocolate chip cookies from Hollyhock’s Bakery.

Even though Ponos is a supporter of prison reform, he doesn’t expect to grant dangerous criminals certain privileges. At a council meeting, he struck down a potential bill brought up by Philotes (goddess of intimacy, friendship, & affection), which would grant conjugal visits to married inmates. 

Other prison reforms he has implemented include vocational training, mental health services, reducing the use of prolonged solitary confinement, prolonged contact visits with family members (which lasts three hours), as well as expanding access to educational programs- like GED courses & college-level classes.

In the pantheon Ponos is friends with Chiron (the immortal centaur), Anytos (Titan god of anonymity & secrets), Lelantos (Lantos) (Titan god of air, the unseen, & hunting), Ktesios (god of the household), Menoetius (Titan god of rage, violence, & rash actions), Alastor (god of blood feuds & vengeance), Chrysanta (goddess of metal), Homadus (god of the battle-din), Athos (one of The Ourea), Phonos (god of murder), Axiótimos (god of honor), Polemos (god of the war cry), Horkos (god of oaths), Psionikós (god of the mind), and Isorropía (Isorro) (god of duality, balance, & equilibrium).

He also has a working relationship with Poena (goddess of punishment), who serves as the prison’s executioner. 

A guilty pleasure for him is the BLT quarter pounder from Olympic Chef. Ponos gets one with extra ketchup along with olympian sized fries.

Ponos' official mentor was Hecaterus (Titan god of manual labor).

He dislikes Epimetheus (Titan god of afterthought).

Ponos’ favorite sport is basketball. He plays a game with his brother and a few of their friends every weekend or so at Eaglepoint Park. He also checks out a game on TV or at an arena. Ponos’ favorite basketball team are the Macedonian Mavericks, with his favorite player on the team being Phlogistos Grimstone, a cyclops with an impressive height of 8”5!

It’s no surprise because of his demanding schedule, there was little space in Ponos’ life for romance. Sure he was no virgin, since he’d taken up with an oread named Terrais just before the Titanomachy, but it’s been a few thousand years since! Much from Porus’ suggestion, Ponos decided to sign up on FATED, a popular dating app created by Hermes (god of roads, travelers, thieves, merchants, messengers, speed, trade, sports, borders, thoughts, communications, money, & luck). His initial profile was deemed “boring” and “rigid”, so Penia offered up a female perspective, editing Ponos’ profile for him. A photo of him working out in the gym instantly garnered likes, but no real effort was made by the women who swiped right at his profile. After nearly three months, Ponos was about to delete his profile when he received a notification that there’s been a mutual match! He was flabbergasted when he discovered who the match was- Argía (goddess of holidays).

Their initial meet-up was at an outdoor cafe near the New Olympus Museum of Modern Art. Argía took Ponos’ breath away as he heard the sound of her heels clicking against the cobblestone. She wore a bright yellow ensemble and her short golden brown hair was in loose waves. Argía noticed Ponos sitting at the table, flashing her perfect white teeth in a pleasant smile. They shook hands, with him noticing how soft her skin was, as well as the sweet scents that tickled his nose from her perfume. They sat, an awkward silence between them before a waiter appeared with glasses of sparkling water (hers had lemon). The silence was finally broken when Argía asked, “Any plans for the Summer Solstice? The prison is planning a party?” Ponos furrowed his eyebrows. “I don’t think Chlotonius is a rather… festive location,” he replied, garnering a small chuckle from her. “I looked up some of your reforms and I think it’s nice that you allow a real thanksgiving dinner for the inmates during that time. Please don’t tell me that the turkey is molded from mystery meat?,” Argía asked. That managed a brief laugh from Ponos. He shook his head. “No. It’s actual meat. I’m surprised that the internet didn’t list my food reforms. The white bread has all its crusts as well.” Argía giggled and Ponos felt his heart flutter against his ribcage. She smiled at him and he quickly returned his attention to his glass of sparkling water, clearing his throat. “You’re kind of closed-mouth, huh?,” she asked, taking a sip of her water. Ponos squished his lips to the side. “I guess so. I don’t mean to be. It’s just… My life is simple. I wake up, work out, go to work, and come home. There’s not much to it.” Argía nodded. “This is a first. I never would’ve thought that a being who worked at the most feared prison in all the realms would describe it as boring.” Ponos looked up, noticing a playful smile on Argía’s face. “Christmas is less boring. The inmates put on a holiday show, sung off-key, of course.” She giggled again, tucking some strands of her hair behind her ear. “They got nothing on me and Rennie. When we do karaoke, we almost got threatened with a noise complaint from our neighbors.” “Rennie?,” Ponos asked. “My daughter, Eiresione. She can carry a tune much better than me,” Argía explained. Ponos nodded his head, looking away. The rest of the date went along smoothly, as they mainly talked about their jobs. A couple of hours later, Ponos was walking Argía to her car. “It’s still daylight. I think I could’ve made it to my car in one piece,” she said, smirking. Ponos chuckled. “I know. But I’m a gentleman,” he replied, shrugging his shoulders. They gave each other an awkward one-arm hug, with Ponos thinking he’d melt into a puddle feeling Argía’s curves against his body. She rolled down her window as she got in her car. “I also hear you like basketball. I’ve got tickets to the upcoming game with the Hippogriffs and Mavericks. You wanna come?,” Argía asked. Ponos scratched at his neck. “Uh, sure,” he replied. Argía nodded as she dug into her purse, pulling out one of the tickets. “I’ll meet you at the entrance of Acropolis Square Garden then,” she said, handing the ticket to Ponos. “See you then,” she said with a wink, driving away.

On the night of the basketball game, Ponos’ entire body was filled with nerves. He was sure that their initial meeting was a shitshow. He shoved his hands into his jean pockets, blowing out a breath. It was fifteen minutes before the game started and Argía still hadn’t shown up. Beings of every kind were already pouring into the arena in droves. Just as he was about to go inside, a familiar chrome gold car pulled up the curb. Argía stepped out, her hair in a messy playful ponytail. She wore jean cutoffs, Airopolis hightop sneakers, and a New Olympus Hippogriffs jersey crop top. A pair of gold hoops in her ears glinted in the early evening light. “Sorry!,” she exclaimed, sounding out of breath. “I would’ve gotten here sooner, but the traffic was killer down Bolt Avenue!” Ponos couldn’t stop a small smile from forming on his lips. “It’s ok. It’s typical for a Hippogriffs fan to show up late,” he said. Argía raised an eyebrow. “Spoken like a true Maverick,” she replied, gesturing toward the Maverick T-shirt he was wearing. Ponos held out the door for her as they went in. True to form, Argía procured courtside seats for the game. They had a front row right in the action. The squeaks of the sneakers against the court sounded amplified while the smell of the basketball players’ sweat filled their noses. Ponos was more chattier than usual during the game. He and Argía enjoyed refillable cups of beer for five drachmas while they ate hot dogs & soft pretzels. Towards the end of the third quarter as he was biting into another gyro hot dog, a dollop of tzatziki sauce landed on Ponos’ chin. “Here, I’ll get it,” Argía whispered, flicking the sauce away with her thumb. Ponos looked into her eyes, noticing the flecks of gold in the blue-green orbs. “Was that ok? Too much?,” she asked unsurely. The spot on Ponos’ chin where Argía’s thumb had briefly been burned with longing. “It’s fine,” he replied, shaking his head. Generic pop music blared from the speakers. “The kiss cam!,” Argía exclaimed, clapping her hands together. They watched as a few couples appeared on the huge jumbotron screen. An elderly harpy couple sharing a bucket of popcorn. A young oread couple who decided to kiss their baby’s cheeks instead, and a young mortal guy with a mortal girl. The look of dread on his face along with mouthing the words “She’s my cousin” quickly shifted to Ponos and Argía. He noticed himself on the screen, a gnawing pit of anxiousness growing deep in his belly. “Gods,” Ponos whispered under his breath. “Oh dear!,” Argía exclaimed, the skin on her cheeks appearing to turn red. A lot of the beings in the stands were cheering in agreement. “I don’t mind,” she said, shrugging her shoulders noncommittally. “Hmm?,” Ponos started to say as Argía kissed him briefly on the mouth. It couldn’t have been more than three seconds, but even for that fleeting moment, Ponos was in Elysium. “Oops, sorry,” Argía said, wiping away some of the lip gloss that had gotten onto his lips. The rest of the game ended with the Mavericks winning, with a remarkable offensive performance by Phlogistos Grimstone. A cool breeze greeted Ponos’ skin as he and Argía exited Acropolis Square Garden. “It’s fine to admit defeat. I felt in my bones that the Mavericks were going to win. I’m usually never wrong,” he said jokingly.

Argía playfully scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Whatever. The Hippogriffs are gonna have a comeback. It’s been a slow season.” “For four years straight?,” Ponos asked incredulously. Argía punched the side of Ponos’ arm, giggling. “It doesn’t matter. I’m an optimist.” “A study I once read said that pessimists outlive optimists,” Ponos offered, biting the inside of his cheek as they made their way to Argía’s car. “Then as an optimist, can I just say I’m pleasantly surprised that a pessimist made me enjoy a date for the first time in a long time,” she whispered, looking down at her sneakers in embarrassment. Ponos didn’t know what to say to that admission. His throat went dry. He felt like he was thirsty and parched at the same time. The inside of his palms were sweaty, shoving his hands in the familiar comfort of his jeans’ pockets. “Um, forget I said that,” Argía said, chuckling uncomfortably as she scratched at her neck. She started to open her car door, but Ponos placed his hand over hers. “I-I, uh, I enjoyed my time with you too,” he said in a low tone, taking Argía’s hand in his. He let out a tentative breath, taking a hold of her other hand. Ponos lowered his head, the tips of their noses touching. He hesitated, stopping short of Argía’s full pink lips which still had a sheen of glittery lip gloss on them. Be brave, he thought to himself, as Ponos brought his lips to hers. A combination of shock and mind-numbing sensation submerged him. What a kiss. The most perfect kiss that the heavens had ever dreamt up. The taste of beer on their tongues. The way Argía had her arms wrapped around Ponos’ waist. Cold chills sizzled against the backs of his knees in glaring contrast to the hot and demanding heat pulling at him from the inside.

A major avoidant of prolonged eye contact, he finds it hard to look away from her sparkling gold flecked blue-green eyes. Ponos likes the fact that she always smells different, how engrossing their conversations are, & how he's left in a breathless heap every time they kiss. They’ve been seeing each other for a couple months since the basketball game- with him even inviting Argía to his place for dinner where Ponos cooked his specialty- steamed bok choy with grilled salmon and brown rice. They started the rest of the night after dinner on the couch drinking red wine, but ended up tangled under a blanket, making out. Everything in Ponos' body was telling him to run the other way, but he found himself unable to pull away from her magnetism. 

They haven't slept together yet, though he’s thought about it… a lot. Ponos could tell that the thought of them being intimate has crossed Argía’s mind as well. After their most recent date, which was an opera performance of L'Infinita, she brought up the subject of him meeting her daughter. Ponos is planning on meeting Argía and Eiresione at a Sparkling Ember pottery studio in a few weeks. 

Ponos is also thinking about inviting Argía to Macedonia for a long weekend.

On TV (when he’s in the mood to watch it), Ponos enjoys watching the survivalist reality show Edge of Olympius. He also likes the historical drama show Gigantus, the news, in addition to historical documentaries. 

His all time favorite dish is moussaka. 

In his free time Ponos enjoys boxing, mountain climbing, baseball, metalworking, football (soccer), chess, bowling, poker, woodworking, reading, playing pool, archery, gardening, and wrestling.

"Chop your own wood and it will warm you twice."

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Character Intro: Lycana (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nicknames- The She-Wolf, Mistress of the Moon by the people of Olympius

Mom by Lykos

My Darling by Pseudologos

Age- 49 (immortal)

Location- Arcadia Heights, New Olympus

Personality- She's fiercely loyal to those she cares about, but she doesn't sacrifice her individuality, adaptability, & independence. She's been in a long term relationship for many years.

She has the standard abilities of a goddess. As the Titaness of lycanthropy her other powers/abilities include accelerated healing, truth sense, night vision, wall crawling, being able to communicate with wolves & other canines, enhanced hearing and smell, werewolf physiology (can adapt any part of a werewolf to her physical form), lunar transformation (can completely shift into her werewolf form, but during a full or new moon), and lycanthropic infection- is able to infect others through a bite or scratch.

Notable physical features include her dark olive skin and lustrous long dark brown hair. 

Lycana has one child- a daughter Lykos (goddess of wolves). She was able to get pregnant on her own with the help of Gaia (goddess of the earth) and her fertility clinic in Tegea. 

She lives on the top floor of the Mastêrios Manor, a luxury high rise apartment building in the Arcadia Heights neighborhood of New Olympus. Lycana owns her apartment instead of it being rent controlled. Her partner bought it for her. 

The color scheme of the interior design is silver, dark blue, violet, black, & gray with the majority of the flooring being dark gray mink carpeting. There's leather furniture with moonstone, lapis lazuli, obsidian, and lucite furniture pieces. There's stainless steel appliances in the kitchen along with an expansive pantry & obsidian island. A decorative silver wolf fur pelt hangs on her bedroom window. 

Lycana has three pet siberian huskies- all girls. Their names are Misty, Luna, & Sable.

Instead of a car, she primarily gets around in a sleek and sexy black motorcycle.

Lycana has some canine tendencies like growling when she's upset or frustrated & shaking water out of her hair.

She's allergic to wolfsbane.

Lycana loves listening to R&B, hip-hop, and rock n’ roll music. 

She starts her day just before dawn with a run through Eaglepoint Park. Some time after the morning, she'll go to the Power Zone gym for a super intense high cardio workout.

For her long thick hair, Lycana loves using the Glory's Crown coconut & hibiscus shampoo, conditioner, and hair gloss.

A typical breakfast for her is steak (well done) with eggs (sunny side up) along with bacon and hash browns that she puts a ton of black pepper & hot sauce on top of. She'll also make caldo de costilla as well as a spread of bandeja paisa. She also likes the Golly Grains Choco O's cereal.

Lycana & her daughter have a deep unbreakable bond. She got pregnant on her own with the fertility services of Gaia (goddess of the earth) and gave birth during a new moon. Lycana nurtured her daughter's own independence & the two visit and hang out often- whether it be a trip to the cinema, a run to The Frozen Spoon, or a late night run on the city's rooftops in their wolf forms.

She absolutely hates silver jewelry.

A go-to drink for her is a rum & coke. She also likes beer (prefers the brand Tartarus Stout), red wine, buttery nipple shots, cosmopolitans, mojitos, berry sangrias, chocolate martinis, and blackberry margaritas. Usuals from The Roasted Bean is an olympian sized iced dark chocolate mocha & a medium berry mix splash.

Staples in her closet include leather jackets and thigh high boots. She also loves figure hugging denim jeans which accentuates her curvy derriere.

Lycana generally doesn't wear makeup except for high class public events. Any other time she keeps it simple with mascara, eyeliner, & matte lipstick.

Her favorite piece of jewelry that she always wears is a 24K yellow gold three banded lapis lazuli ring, a gift from her partner. Lycana shifts between wearing it on her ring and pointer finger.

She keeps her nails long, sharp, & manicured with her favorite nail polish colors from Olmorfia being "Color Me Nude" (a cream tan color), "Gunmetal Battle" (a dark silver color), and "Midnight Mantra" (a dark blue black color).

The most notable thing that happened in Lycana's godly career was when she aided Zeus (god of the sky, thunder, & lightning) in the punishment of Lycaon.

Chocolate crunch is her favorite ice cream flavor. At The Frozen Spoon she gets an olympian sized cup as well as the chocolate crunch ice cream cake.

Lycana is fluent in Latin.

She supports herself financially by modeling for/endorsing atelier fantaisie (Dione's shoe brand) and Heavenly Spark. There's a Heavenly Spark billboard of her downtown wearing a black lacy two-piece negligee.

Her favorite thing to get from The Bread Box is the spicy BBQ rib sandwich.

In the pantheon she's really good friends with Arktos (goddess of the night sky & constellations). They've gotten close especially since Arktos' son Urso (god of bears) is dating Lykos.

Lycana is also friends with Nyx (goddess of the night), Enyo (goddess of war, destruction, bloodlust, & devastation), Adikia (goddess of injustice & wrongdoing), Panigýri (goddess of festivals), Celaeno (one of The Pleiades), Poena (goddess of punishment), Ioke (goddess of pursuit, tumult, & battle rout), Aisa (goddess of lot & fate), Lethe (Titaness of forgetfulness, oblivion, & concealment), Amphillogia (goddess of arguments, disputes, & altercations), Menoetius (Titan god of rage, violence, & rash actions), Atë (goddess of mischief, ruin, blind folly, delusion, & downfall of heroes), Epimetheus (Titan god of afterthought), Asteria (Titaness of falling stars, astrology, magic, necromancy, & nocturnal oracles and prophecies), Isorropía (Isorro) (god of duality, balance, & equilibrium), Dolos (god of deception & treachery), and Psionikós (god of the mind).

She had a falling out with a former close friend Felis (Titaness of cats).

A guilty pleasure for her is the double bacon olympian burger (with extra cheese) and a large order of fries from Olympic Chef. 

Her all time favorite dessert is the chocolate mousse pie from Hollyhock's Bakery.

Lycana is the main long term partner of Pseudologos (god of lies). Through every failed marriage & engagement of his, she's been a constant presence. Lycana is aware that he sees other women, but she's mostly confident about her place in his life, bed, and heart. She's the only one that accompanies him to his family dinners in Corinth. Lycana has even struck up a rapport with Pseudologos' brother Logos (god of stories).

She appreciates the other side that Pseudologos doesn't make public. The side where he's attentive, reflective, & vulnerable. A most recent shift in their relationship happened when he blurted out "I love you" during their making love. Of course Lycana said it back and when she tried talking about it with him a few days later, Pseudologos openly denied it, offering the excuse that he was high on lotus dust.

Lycana says that sex with Pseudologos is the best she ever had and she finds his coq au vin delicious.

The latest drama to enter their relationship has been when he told her that he was planning on shooting a video with Philotes (goddess of intimacy, friendship, & affection) for her adult website.

In her free time Lycana enjoys archery, working out, martial arts, boxing, pilates, mountain climbing, hiking, reading (is a fan of mystery & action novels), watching TV, shopping, and dancing.

Her, Adikia, & Atë once went axe throwing!

She's even been a guest DJ at The Alpha Room, a popular BDSM themed nightclub.

Her all time favorite meal is arroz atollado. Lycana and her daughter often make it together, topping it off with a few beers & a glass of red wine. The smell in the kitchen is enough to get their mouths watering. 

"The tiger and lion may be more powerful, but the wolf doesn't perform in the circus."

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Character Intro: Aerin (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nicknames- The Illuminated One by the people of Olympius

Age- 20 (immortal)

Location- Mania district, New Olympus

Personality- She's a confident, self-assured, unapologetic artistic soul that's drawn to creative activities that involve originality, independence, & expression. She's also an effervescent dreamer. She's pansexual and is currently single.

She has the standard abilities of a goddess. As goddess of the ethereal her other powers/abilities include ethereal elemental manipulation, invisibility, cosmic energy manipulation, ethereal mimicry, photokinesis, being able to generate pyrotechnic energy plasmoids from her hands, celestial manipulation, and aether physiology.

Aerin recently moved into her own place after bouncing from hotels & rental condos- The Tauros Building, a luxury high rise apartment building in the Mania neighborhood of New Olympus, on the 12th floor.

She was proud of herself for getting her place on her own with her earnings. Nothing in the apartment has been situated yet. There are dozens of boxes- the only thing unpacked being her smart flat screen iCHOR Tech television with a few glass sculptural pieces. The only furniture there is a large cream colored leather sofa along with some lucite furniture pieces, like the coffee table. Eventually, she wants to design her place with some pop art artwork.

Other members of her immediate family include her older brother Aplistos (god of avarice).

Notable physical features of Aerin include her naturally sharp cheekbones, her clear blue eyes, her honey blonde hair, & her statuesque height of 6''1.

She’s fluent in French, Latin, Minoan, and Cypriot.

She keeps a few photos of herself before her transition, tucked away in her closet.

Aerin is one of the few openly trans deities in the pantheon with the other two being her close friend Pothos (god of longing & yearning) and Philautia (goddess of self love). Because she was the first, she has an honorary star on the Pantheon Walk of Fame.

She loves listening to electronic, synth pop, classical, indie, alternative, and pop music. Aerin is the biggest fan of Pale Blu, a popular nephelai singer. The ringtone for her smartphone however is the classical orchestral piece “The Blue Danube.”

Aerin gets around the city through Nimbus, a ridesharing service as well as public transportation- namely the subway. She’s saving up money to buy herself a car.

Coming up as a male deity originally, she was always told how handsome and beautiful she was, possibly being competition for her friend Apollo (god of the sun, music, poetry, healing, medicine, archery, plague, light, & knowledge). Aerin was even nicknamed "junior" by Aplistos, dressing similar to her older brother & styling her then short hair in a pompadour fade style.

Aerin enjoyed some aspects of her life as a male deity. She modeled for and walked the runway for Platinum Alchemy, the men's fashion brand of Zeus (god of the sky, thunder, & lightning). She and her brother went to exclusive nightclubs & she was always in the company of a beautiful being- even getting a kiss from Aphrodite (goddess of love & beauty).

It always felt performative to her, artificial. It was a role she was good at playing at, but over time, she began to grow tired of it. It felt hollow to her. The noise grew louder and louder to the point where she couldn't ignore it anymore. Aerin had to be totally & completely herself- truly and authentically.

She was most nervous and worried about telling her brother. Though he was taken aback & initially confused, Aplistos offered his support, saying "God or Goddess, you're Aerin."

Aerin made the conscious decision to keep her name as well as her private parts. She doesn't think that changing them will make her feel more or less like a goddess.

She was in tears when her brother's girlfriend Orthosia (goddess of wealth) threw her a "debut" celebration party after her transition. Aerin cried happy tears throughout the entire festivity.

She made her official public debut as a goddess on the cover of The Rainbow Room magazine while her first foray as a female model was a runway at an Apokomména Nímata fashion show in the Underworld.

Some of Aerin's favorite makeup products are the Olmorfia shimmering body oil in "Opaltini", the La Petit Amour plumping lip oil in "Jellyfish", the Ourania eyelash curler, the Olmorfia gel powder highlighter in "Moonstone", the Museology glossy blush balm stick in "Lyrical Lilac", the EverPure ice roller, & the Olmorfia cucumber detox hydra-gel eye patches.

She keeps fit through pilates, jogging, and low intensity workouts at the gym.

A go-to drink for her is a vodka tonic. She also likes cosmopolitans, flirtinis, champagne, mint mojitos, vodka sodas (with extra lime), clear & clean coladas, New Olympus Iced Teas, and rosé lemonade elderflower sangrias. Usuals from The Roasted Bean is a large vanilla cream cold brew & an olympian sized iced green tea.

Aerin swears by the andro-cene T-Tape tuck kit. There's always an extra in her purse. She considers it a must for photoshoots or if she’s wearing a swimsuit at the beach.

A typical breakfast for her is a few slices of avocado toast with a coconut almond granola yogurt parfait. She also likes scrambled egg whites with hash browns as well as the Golly Grains vanilla almond cereal. From The Bread Box, Aerin likes the egg white spinach breakfast burrito in addition to an order of garlic parmesan home fries from The Hearthside Diner.

She keeps her nails somewhat long & manicured. Her favorite nail polish brand is Glimmer & Shimmer Glaze with her favorite colors being "Frosted Fantasy," a bright shimmery cyan with gold glitter and "Ethereal Escape," a light shimmery lavender with blue glitter.

Aerin is aware of her position & privilege as a passing trans being along with her feminine sounding voice. She recently donated 100,000 drachmas to a gender affirming clinic in the city.

Every few months she sees Paean (goddess of physicians) in her office at the royal palace for ambrosia hormone therapy.

Aerin has over 15 million followers on Fatestagram.

A guilty pleasure for her are the spicy lobster rolls along with miso soup from The Ocean Roll, a popular sushi restaurant. She also likes a small order of fries from Olympic Chef.

A constant thing that has remained in Aerin's life before & after her transition is her love for modeling. She likens herself as a storyteller- telling beautiful stories through photos, fashion, makeup, and runway. She models for/endorses Museology, andro-cene, Pure Muse, Kaleidoscope Lab, Maison du Drame, Bow + Arrow, No.3 & Co., House of Muse, Diamond Ave., Luxuria, and ViVoTrack- the streetwear fashion brand of Hermes god of roads, travelers, thieves, merchants, messengers, speed, trade, sports, borders, thoughts, communications, money, & luck).

For work she usually adds in hair extensions, but in her downtime, she wears her hair naturally which is a little bit past her shoulders. She loves using the Olmorfia platinum silk gloss and the Ourania PRO titanium hair straightener.

Aerin's personal style is a seemingly haphazard eclectic mix of preppy, androgynous, grunge, haute couture, avant-garde, & hyper feminine. One day she might wear an oversized 1X ViVoTrack T-shirt as a dress with thigh high black platform boots- her hair in two messy buns, or a spray painted chest binder, a mini-skirt made from black electrical tape, sheer stockings, & oxford flats, or a super tight corset top with oversized high waisted baggy jeans and lucite heels- her hair decorated with hair jewels & in a sleek ponytail.

In the pantheon she's friends with Ditus (god of bisexuality, effeminacy, & fertility), Aoide (goddess of voice & song), Mania (goddess of insanity), The Graces, Eleutheria (Lulu) (goddess of liberty), Ganymede (god of homosexual love & desire), Komos (god of revelry), Phaenna (goddess of jewels), The Muses, Eupraxia (goddess of well-being & success), Iris (goddess of the rainbow), Móda (goddess of fashion), Dionysus (god of wine), and Gelos (god of laughter).

Aerin's official mentor was Asteria (Titaness of falling stars, astrology, magic, necromancy, & nocturnal oracles and prophecies). They still keep in touch.

Also in the pantheon, she admires the trans-allyship of Leto (Titaness of demurity & motherhood).

In the industry she's friendly with a fellow model named Daphne, who's a naiad.

Aerin used to be really close to Aether (god of the upper atmosphere, celestial bodies, & heavenly light). She would visit him all the time in the Underworld and he even took her flying on one of his parents' dragons. Aether & Aerin even practiced their makeup skills on each other. They haven't seen or spoken to each other since her transition. 

Once, she made the long journey to the Mansion of Night where Aether lived with his family. Aerin knocked on the Stygian Iron door, her body buzzing with nerves and excitement to see an old friend. The door swung open and there in the doorway stood one of his sisters, Nemesis (goddess of retribution), her attention glued to her smartphone. “Apologies, but the parents are on the ranch. It’s a busy day today,” she simply said, not looking up from her phone. Aerin cleared her throat. “I know. I’m actually here to see your brother. Is Aether around? I know it’s a bit rude to come uninvited but I was in the neighborhood, so I thought I’d pop in and say hi.” Nemesis looked her up and down, a small knowing smile spreading across her lips. “The Illuminated One! So you’re Aerin!,” she exclaimed. “He’s talked about me?,” Aerin asked hopefully. “He can’t shut up about you. At least in the written form in his journal,” Nemesis explained. “Is he here?,” Aerin asked. Just as Nemesis was about to reply, a dragon’s roar sounded overhead as the flaps of the wings blew a gust of wind against them. Looking up, Aerin could see Aether on a dragon, flying overhead. Nemesis smiled awkwardly at her. “You just missed him,” she replied, trying to interject some humor. 

Her latest favorite accessory has been the limited edition Diamond Ave. glass handbag. Aplistos gifted it to her at her debut party. It costs 4,500 drachmas.

With her own business endeavors, Aerin is about to release her signature parfum called Yperkósmios. She came up with the design for the star shaped bottle. The fragrance has notes of pink pepper, ylang ylang, orange blossom, jasmine, amber, and vanilla. The debut will happen at the Basileus Seventh Avenue (a luxury department store) in the Skyline neighborhood. A 100 ml bottle will cost 200 drachmas.

In New Olympus, she always looks forward to the annual All Love festival, the biggest LGBTQ+ parade in the city.

Her favorite sweet treat is marshmallow ice cream topped with crushed almonds.

She recently wrote an op-ed piece for Modern Olympus magazine titled "Trans-Olympius", which has recieved favorable attention & discussion.

Aerin disagrees with the narrow minded views of The Litae, Eusebeia (goddess of piety, loyalty, duty, & filial respect), and Aeschyne (goddess of modesty & honor).

She has been approached by Pheme (goddess of fame) and her production company to do an in depth docuseries about her life, but Aerin hasn't given her an answer yet.

She loves getting vanilla flavored cotton candy from Candycloud, the cotton candy shop owned by Nephele (goddess of clouds).

For Christmas Gelos gifted her the jeweled UFO Diamond Ave. clutch, which costs 7,000 drachmas. It came with a card which said "To my beloved alien."

Aerin is a proud pansexual. She's not seeing anyone seriously now due to her busy work schedule, but before, she was very friendly to anyone she connected with & found attractive- regardless of gender. She still has a profile on the FATED dating app.

Before her transition, Aerin lost her virginity to Pothos, which was coincidentally his first time pre-transition as well. She also had flings with Ganymede & Mania.

Another constant that remained in her life is her love of art- especially light installation pieces. Dionysus and Pothos took her to the Illumination Imagination art exhibit at the Rhodes Museum of Art, where Aerin completely fell in love with the art pieces of famed nephelai light installation artist Caelis Silverdusk. Aerin is planning on debuting her own light installation art piece at NOMMA (New Olympus Museum of Modern Art).

Aerin made her debut as a goddess at the Olympian Gala some time ago at the “Celestial Bodies” theme. She wore a custom made etherealist 3D printed iridescent glass mini dress- with a sweetheart neckline & full skirt. Aerin’s hair was in a tight angular bun and she completed the look with a pair of crystal adorned Diamond Ave. pointed toe pumps along with a pair of diamond chandelier earrings from Euryphaessa. Her brother Aplistos was her date.

She loves watching reality shows on TV in addition to Through the Neon Glass, a sci-fi animated show as well as the sci-fi drama anthology series Singularities. Aerin also likes watching erotic films, in the privacy of her own home. 

Her all time favorite meal is angel hair pasta with leeks in a white wine cream sauce.

In her free time Aerin enjoys glassblowing, cloud surfing, swimming, going to the cinema, sunbathing, writing in her journal, playing video games, drawing, listening to music, going to the theater, clubbing, shopping (especially thrift shopping), indoor figure skating, dancing (her favorites being interpretive dance & ballet), and hanging out with her friends.

“As long as we are living in a culture where one has to prove their womanhood or manhood, we are not living in a free culture.”

[abookishdreamer]

Character Intro: Lyssa (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nicknames- The Red Goddess by the people of Olympius

The Red Menace by Zeus

Lady Venom by Ares

Blade Runner by Kratos

Babe by Atë

Age- 19 (immortal)

Location- Little Sparta, New Olympus

Personality- Lyssa embodies uncontrollable fury and a propensity for frenzy, often with a capricious & volatile nature. She’s fiercely passionate and vengeful, quick to anger and prone to unleashing her fury without warning. She also sees herself as a protector of the wronged. She labels herself as a "chaotic bisexual." She’s currently single.

She has the standard abilities of a goddess except shapeshifting. As the goddess of rage, fury, frenzy, & rabies in animals her other powers/abilities include limited pyrokinesis, anger inducement in others (temporarily) as well as being able to sense it, being able to induce & cure rabies in beings and animals, calokinesis (heat generation/manipulation), being able to communicate with all canine animals in addition to being able to summon/communicate with small frenzied animals- like possums, rats, bats, & racoons, as well as her “scream of rage,” a sonic scream that can temporarily induce vertigo and deafness. 

A notable physical feature is her long scarlet red hair. 

Lyssa is fluent in Serpentis.

Wolfsbane and mandrake are her sacred plants.

Lyssa is the second oldest child of Atë (goddess of mischief, ruin, blind folly, delusion, & downfall of heroes). She has an older sister Mania (goddess of insanity) as well as a little brother Thrasos (god of boldness, insolence, recklessness, & courage).

She lives in a repurposed industrial building in the Little Sparta neighborhood of New Olympus, situated on the corner of Vulture Road. The building’s physical structure is exposed concrete & steel, with the flooring inside being a smoothed metal. Inside, there’s an open floor plan with distinct zones for different activities- a large playing area for her pets, a “boxing” area with boxing bags along with a boxing ring, and a central area or living room for gathering. Her bedrooms & bathrooms are on the second floor. The general color scheme is black, bright red, and dark gray- with pops of neon shades of green & orange. On the walls, there are abstract aggressive paintings, mounted sculptures with sharp pointed edges, in addition to a few taxidermied animal heads. The furniture is a mixture of functional & unconventional. A MASSIVE distressed leather couch (that can sit up to fifteen beings), a steel bed frame in her bedroom, as well as glass furniture pieces. 

It’s said that Lyssa’s laugh sounds like a shrill hyena!

She’s a HUGE animal lover, particularly of dogs. Lyssa has all boys- rottweilers, pitbulls, a bloodhound, dalmatians, and german shepherds. Their names are Diablo, Spike, Venom, Cutter, Dagger, Pickles, Domino, Jasper, Sparky, Jalapeño, Sriracha, Ares jr, and Skully.

Lyssa primarily gets around in the city through use of her sleek and ultra fast bright red convertible- which has a black leather interior. Just the sound of the engine revving is enough to get the ichor flowing through her body more quickly.

She enjoys listening to classical, electronic, heavy metal, R&B, punk rock, and hip-hop music. On her smartphone, there’s songs by artists like Dissonance Machine, Discordic Harmony, GA-zelle, Spectre, Eurydice, 24K Static, and MC Blaze.

A go-to drink for her is a bloody mary. She also likes red wine, pomegranate juice, dark cherry flavored cola, beer (likes Tartarus Stout), her homemade dark cherry limeade, firecracker cocktails, micheladas, habanero martinis, mojitos, crantinis, jalapeño margaritas, ginger ale, red sangrias, and medium red velvet milkshakes from The Frozen Spoon. Usuals from The Roasted Bean include a medium cold brew coffee, a small iced tea, as well as a large fruit punch splash.

There was always a fire in Lyssa, from the moment she was born. She let her presence be known as she was pulled from her mother, screaming & crying, thrashing against Gaia (goddess of the earth), who was her mother’s midwife. Lyssa managed to calm down a bit after being placed in Atë’s arms- who was a bit taken aback at her newborn daughter’s shocking red hair! Lyssa bit down hard on her mother’s nipple during the first suckle. “Skatá!,” Atë exclaimed, giving her newborn daughter a joking scowl. “If you think the first one is a handful, wait till that one grows up,” Gaia offered, wiping away the ichor from her hands. 

As a young godling, Lyssa didn’t mind the rough & tumble of childhood. She spent her days outdoors- climbing trees, running, and going on rides with her mother on Saphira, her mother’s dragon. While Mania preferred counting the cracks on the ceiling, Lyssa didn’t keep track of the scrapes & cuts she sustained during her outdoor excursions.

One day, she wanted to surprise her mother when she came home from work. As Atë walked in, Lyssa’s excitement became too much for her to contain. “Surprise Momma!,” she exclaimed, holding out her uncupped hands. “Gods! What in Tartarus is that?,” Atë asked, clutching her chest. A large rat was in her daughter’s hands, clearly afflicted with rabies. The creature was drooling, its hind legs appeared contorted & paralyzed, and its entire body was shaking. “Isn’t he cute? I found him outside near the bushes. He’s my pet now. I named him Fang, because of his pointy teeth! See?,” Lyssa placed her finger in the rat’s mouth, exposing its long jagged teeth. Atë sighed heavily, watching the rat’s drool run down her daughter’s arms. “We have a pet already,” she started to say, referring to her dragon. “Surely you don’t want Saphira to feel jealous?” Lyssa furrowed her eyebrows. “Who says I can’t love more than one pet. You love more than one being, right? Like me and Mania,” she explained, stroking the rat’s fur with her finger. “Please Momma, please can I keep him? I promised Fang I’d take care of him!,” she pleaded, her eyes watering. Atë sighed heavily, lowering her head. “Fine! But he sleeps outside. You can put an old quilt near the bushes,” she finally said after a few minutes of silence. Lyssa flashed her toothy grin, jumping up & down. “Thank you Momma!,” she exclaimed. 

It was no surprise when a week later, the rat died. Atë knew that the creature wouldn’t survive long. It was in the advanced stage of the frenzied disease. No matter how many times she tried explaining it to Lyssa, she wouldn’t hear it. Lyssa screamed at the top of her lungs till her ivory skin turned red. She threw her usual temper tantrum, writhing & rolling on the floor, slamming her fists and kicking her legs. It was Mania who had finally calmed her down, laying beside Lyssa, stroking her hair. A few hours later, the three of them had a funeral service for the rat. In part with Spartan customs, a tiny red cloth was placed over the rat’s body, an olive twig placed on top. Lyssa ended up burying Fang in the garden, by the patch where she first found him.

She was a pretty angry kid from then on. Lyssa could curse out a being like nobody’s business. Oftentimes, it was from a defense, protecting her big sister who was already looked down upon due to her “proclivities.” It wasn’t until well after she was grown before Lyssa had a name for it- intermittent explosive disorder, or IED.

IED is characterized by sudden, impulsive, and disproportionate angry outbursts that are not premeditated. Lyssa fit the entire checklist- verbal arguments, physical aggression, damaging property, and much later on- road rage. The transition from young girl to young woman certainly didn’t help matters. If she had an obol for everytime she got into a screaming match with her mom, Lyssa would be a billionaire. The constant focal point, her compass, was her big sis Mania. Even when she’d be going through hallucinations herself, Mania became lucid enough to soothe Lyssa. 

Now, a typical start to her day starts with some stretching followed by jumping rope. Lyssa does ten reps of 100 jumps. After a quick shower, she goes for a run with her dogs through Thouros Park, getting the ichor pumping even more. On her way back home, Lyssa will stop at a nearest Bread Box to get two spicy breakfast burritos with extra sriracha. 

At home, she often makes steak and eggs for breakfast or banh xeo with sticky rice, all of which are topped with crushed red pepper flakes, sriracha, and black pepper. Lyssa also likes cereal- especially Golly Grains cinnamon crunch. She also likes the spicy shrimp flavor of Ramen Root instant cup noodles- which she adds cayenne & paprika to when it’s done cooking.

Lyssa’s personal fashion style is sexy, classic, & a bit unconventional- with a jagged edge. She’s a fan of dipping hemlines and cutouts. Red and black are major colors in her clothing. Staples in her closet include bodycon dresses, leather mini skirts, bralette tops, halter tops, graphic crop tops, ripped skinny jeans, stiletto boots, platform sneakers, leather gloves, as well as leather jackets. Her favorite leather jacket in her closet is the red leather bolero- which has a black wolf fur collar. 

She likes gold & platinum when it comes to jewelry. A favorite piece of jewelry that she always wears (an induction gift from her mom) is the white gold diamond encrusted wolf’s teeth necklace.

There’s always a bottle of hot sauce in her purse, along with her red pepper shaped stress ball she got from the StressLess website.

Her nails are kept long, sharp, & stiletto shaped. Her favorite colors to paint them in are “Black Out” and “Lava Rush,” a bright red orange, both from Olmorfia.

Lyssa’s other favorite makeup products include the La Petit Amour liquid lip gloss in the shade “Drop Dead Red,” a dark blackish red color, the swan wings lengthening mascara, in addition to the lip pencil in the shade “Rogue,” a deep red color.

She typically wears her long scarlet red hair out, in very loose waves. Lyssa also likes crimping her hair sometimes with the Ourania PRO crimping iron. She also styles her hair in messy boxer braids and fishtail braids. 

A notable moment in her godly career was when Lyssa along with Asclepius (god of medicine) developed a vaccine for rat-bite fever. 

Her and her mom Atë have a close relationship. All the times she screamed at her mom that she wished the flames of Tartarus to take hold of her don’t matter to either of them. “Sorry for being a bitch to you,” Lyssa said once, while out for drinks with her mom. Atë raised one of her eyebrows. “A bitch? Please, you were far worse. But I knew you didn't mean it. That time in any being’s childhood is tricky, not a child, not yet an adult,” she replied. The two keep in touch on Fatestagram as well as through text. Lyssa is often in the audience at her mother’s boxing matches.

Her favorite ice cream treat is black cherry ice cream on a chocolate charcoal cone.

Lyssa has 19 million followers on Fatestagram along with 20 million subscribers on PanopTube. Her PanopTube channel is far more tame (even with the profanity) than her posts on Fatestagram.

Her favorite candy includes cherry flavored licorice twists along with a bag of dark cherry limeade flavored sour gummy worms. Lyssa buys them from Confetti Candy Co., the candy shop owned by Iris (goddess of the rainbow). 

Her and her sister are also still very close! They see each other a lot more since Mania also primarily lives in New Olympus. They’re often date each other dates during a night out. They check in frequently, through text. Lyssa is very proud at the progress Mania made regarding her mental illness. It gave her the courage to seek out professional help for herself. 

She has behavioral therapy twice a week with her therapist Pathos (god of emotion). It took Lyssa to warm up to his soft doughy smile and caring temperament. He didn’t react at all during Lyssa’s first session when she got mad, set fire to his chair, and cussed him out. At the next session, she rightfully apologized, as well as giving him a check to cover the damages she’d done to his office. 

Lyssa also picks up her prescription for mood stabilizers at the office of Paean (goddess of physicians). 

Even though she rags on him, Lyssa cares for her little brother Thrasos. Sometimes if their mom’s too busy or if he didn’t travel on his dragon Thorn, she’ll pick him up from school. Lyssa’s well aware of the fact that some of her brother’s friends have crushes on her. On the way back home, the two of them will stop by at their favorite pizzeria for a slice of hot honey pepperoni pizza. She’s also aware that her brother may have a little crush on one of the students in the nearby elementary school, Olympion Primary.

A slice of red velvet cheesecake from Hollyhock’s Bakery is her all time favorite dessert.

When she’s busy or at work, she has a dog-sitter, an empousa named Ignatia.

Lyssa is a businesswoman in her own right, despite being a minor goddess. Specifically in the Little Sparta neighborhood, there’s a dog grooming store called Bark Avenue Grooming Co. 

She also has a dog food brand aptly called Bone Appetit. It’s sold in pet stores throughout Olympius.

Guilty pleasures for her include an order of dynamite rolls from The Ocean Roll ans well as her go-to order from Olympic Chef- a spicy chicken sandwich (with extra sriracha mayo), an inferno burger (with extra ghost peppers & jalapeños), olympian sized cajun fries, and ten chicken nuggets (with buffalo dipping sauce). 

Lyssa also has a hot sauce brand called The Inferno Lab. It’s sold in supermarkets and grocery stores across the three realms. There’s twenty different flavors & spice levels- the most infamous one being Red Death, which is exclusively made with Tartarus peppers sourced from the Underworld. The Red Death hot sauce tops the heat scale, measuring six million scoville heat units.This particular hot sauce also comes with a warning label on the bottle.

Her personal favorite hot sauce flavors from her brand are the classic sriracha, the mango habanero, the cayenne garlic, and the scorpion pepper.

Lyssa’s Fatestagram page is constantly flooded with videos of beings doing “The Red Death challenge.”

She hasn’t completely warmed up to her mother’s longtime girlfriend Limos (goddess of starvation & famine).

On her PanopTube channel, Lyssa uploads episodes of her podcast titled The Red Truth. It has a laid back interview format. While she asks her guest questions, they both attempt to complete rounds of hot wings coated in various hot sauces with varying degrees of spices. Most of them tap out when they get to the Red Death wing- even her ex-boyfriend Ares (god of war) couldn’t finish it entirely. That one is the most viewed on the channel- with 15 million views.

For other work, she models for/endorses Hot Intoxication, atelier fantaisie, and La Petit Amour.

In the pantheon Lyssa’s friends with Kakia (goddess of vice & moral wrongdoing), Eris (goddess of strife & discord), Lykos (goddess of wolves), Ganymede (god of homosexual love & desire), Bia (goddess of force & power), Hecate (goddess of magic & witchcraft), Artemis (goddess of the hunt & moon), Keres (goddess of violent death), Nerissa (goddess of jellyfish), Pannychis (goddess of nightlife festivities), Diochetévo (goddess of sewers, garbage, & waste), Neféloma (goddess of space & dark matter), Methe (goddess of drunkenness), Alala (goddess of the war cry), The Furies, and Nemesis (goddess of retribution), Kratos (god of strength), and his girlfriend Lysandra. 

Her official mentor was Enyo (goddess of war, destruction, bloodlust, & devastation).

She’s also cool with Hestia (goddess of the hearth). 

Lyssa’s former romantic relationship with Ares is the first true serious relationship she’d ever been in. Their physical attraction was instant when she met him at a Buff n’ Tough amateur bodybuilding competition a few summers ago. He invited her back to his apartment suite at the royal palace on Mt. Olympus, which Lyssa agreed to. They drank a few beers and they partook in Ares’ homemade sloppy joes and buffalo wings- which were ordered from Olympic Chef. Lyssa wasn’t sure if it was the beers, the hearty sloppy joe sandwiches, or the sexy way Ares licked buffalo sauce from his chin, but Lyssa pounced on him. Their tongues swirled against each other, like snakes in heat, as clothes came off, flying in different directions. With his teeth, Ares tugged on Lyssa’s pierced nipples when they made their way on the bed. Lyssa pulled on his hair, which made him tug even harder. “ You son of a bitch,” she moaned, biting her bottom lip. Lyssa unbuckled his pants and pulled it down, revealing Ares’ erect member, standing at attention. “Too big for you?,” he asked, a cocky smile spread across his lips. She licked her lips seductively, shaking her head. “It’s a good thing I’m hungry.” Lyssa put immediate pressure on the head as she tightly gripped the shaft. She swirled her tongue over the tip as she jerked him off, watching Ares grip the sheets on the bed made her even wetter. Lyssa grabbed ahold of his balls as she put his entire member in her mouth, the head hitting the back of her throat. “Sweet Gaia!,” Ares exclaimed, gripping the back of Lyssa’s head. Her head bobbed up & down even faster, as she increased the pressure and suction, squeezing his balls even tighter. As Lyssa felt Ares’ hips begin to twitch, she stopped. “Not yet. I want to ride on it,” she whispered as she climbed on top of him. Ares put himself in her, both of them crying out. With every thrust, Lyssa’s sharp nails dug into the flesh of Ares’ chest, to the point where she drew out ichor. He noticed, sucking in a breath and smiling, giving Lyssa’s ass an aggressive smack. An hour and a half later, they both were sprawled on the bed. Their bodies were completely drenched in sweat. Pillows were torn while all the sheets were stripped off. 

When the relationship was good, it was damn near perfect. Ares was a total gentleman. He held out doors for Lyssa, held her hand as they crossed the street, gave her his coat whenever she was cold. Their fights were… destructive to say the least. Their constant clashing became too much for them both, so one night as Ares was driving her back home from the movies, he broke up with her. Lyssa’s initial reaction resulted in a half a block of damage. 

Sometime after he started dating Eos (Titaness of dawn), Ares reached out to Lyssa to clear the air and set things right. They’ve been slowly growing a friendship since. 

She has crushes on Menoetius (Titan god of rage, violence, & rash actions), Koros (god of surfeit & disdain), Felis (Titaness of cats), and Dyssebeia (goddess of ungodliness & impiety)

Lyssa has also gotten into DJing, performing under the stage name Lady Venom, taking Ares’ nickname for her. 

For the first time since being single, she’s ready to dive back into the dating game. Lyssa’s wanting to date a girl now. In a couple of weeks, she’s gonna be traveling to the Underworld, where Lyssa will be staying with The Furies at their apartment. Megaera & Tisiphone are planning a nightlife extravaganza for Lyssa to meet women. 

Her favorite TV show is the reality competition show Blood Sacrifice, which is created and hosted by Alastor (god of blood feuds & vengeance). She also likes the true crime drama series The Belladonnas, Pio Exofrenikó!, The Night of Girlfriends, as well as the late night talk show The Agnostic Network- created & hosted by Momus (god of mockery, satire, & ridicule). 

Her all time favorite meal is bun cha, which she makes her own spicy broth for. 

In her free time Lyssa enjoys rollerblading, working out, kickboxing, playing video games, clubbing, skateboarding, target shooting, darts, poker, dominoes, laser tag, sunbathing, basketball, martial arts, going to the cinema, and spending time with family & friends.

"Anger can be a powerful force for change."

[abookishdreamer]

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Character Intro: Mania (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nicknames- The Asylum Goddess by the people of Olympius

Age- 22 (immortal)

Location- Thebes, Olympius

Personality- Mania is complex & multifaceted, embodying both the destructive and creative potential of madness. She exudes a raw unfiltered energy that’s both alluring & unsettling. Though lacking self-control, her mind is her most powerful asset- possessing a deep understanding of the psyche. She’s a proud member of the LGBTQ+ community, identifying as queer. She’s not in a serious relationship.

She has the standard abilities of a goddess except shapeshifting. As the goddess of insanity & madness her other powers/abilities include telepathy (being able to read minds), madness inducement in others (temporarily), limited pyrokinesis; her fire burns neon purple, as well as being able to induce & alleviate auditory, sensory, and visual hallucinations.

Mania is the eldest child of Atë (goddess of mischief, ruin, blind folly, delusion, & downfall of heroes). 

She has a younger sister Lyssa (goddess of rage & frenzy) as well as a little brother Thrasos (god of boldness, insolence, recklessness, & courage).

Mania is fluent in all the languages spoken across the three realms. She knows all the cure words in Serpentis too!

She has a very bracing and distinctive physical appearance. Mania has permanent gold grills on the bottom row of her teeth. She also has many ear & facial piercings- including intimate ones in addition to several tattoos. The piercings and tattoos were done by one of her good friends Achlys (goddess of the death mist, poison, misery, & sadness. Eventually she wants to beat the record of the being with the most body modification- the record being held by Adikia (goddess of injustice).

Her natural scent is that of a passionflower, which is also her sacred plant.

Mania describes herself as a “haphazard nomad” when it comes to her living situation. She owns a beach house in the state of Thebes, a small cottage in the Underworld (in the Asphodel Row neighborhood), as well as an apartment at The Thrysus Plaza, a luxury apartment building in the Mania district of New Olympus. 

More often than not, she’s at her apartment. Mania only ever travels to Thebes annually for the Dionysia, her favorite holiday. She travels there a week before the actual date of the holiday.

In The Thrysus Plaza, Mania resides in a spacious studio apartment on the ninth floor, apartment 9F. An ivy wreath hangs on the front door. The general color scheme is violet, black, gold, dark blue, and red. The flooring is part tile, part glossy marble, & part soft mink silver carpeting. Hung on the walls are various caricature portraits she drew of herself, family, and friends, surrealist horror paintings, as well as pop art pieces. The furniture is a mix of antique & modern pieces- often with exaggerated proportions or unusual materials, like the armchairs that are made entirely out of denim. There are mirrors throughout the apartment that distort reflections. The throw blanket on the main sofa was stitched from a collection of shirts Mania had purchased at a vintage store in the Underworld, from the Vesture district. There’s stainless steel as well as antique appliances in the kitchen. 

She has a pet chimera, a girl named Seraphine. A chimera is a creature (native to the Underworld) that has the head of a lion, the body of a goat, and a ten-foot long tail of a snake. Mania has gotten several tickets for failure to clean up her pet's "droppings."

Mania is a recreational user of many drugs- like lotus tiles, siren caps, lotus dust, and pot. The employees of a nearby Herbal Harmony weed dispensary located on Grapevine Court greets her every time she comes in, like a family relative. In the Underworld, she has also done Black Ice, a highly addictive drug, but stopped during a near-fatal OD involving one of her former partners. Mania also uses a vape pen, having a variety of flavors, but lately she’s been really liking the “berry bomb” flavor. 

She gets around in the city by way of public transportation- namely the subway. Mania owns a vintage metallic gray hatchback (a gift from Lyssa), but she doesn’t like driving it much. Mania likes everything about the subway- the dry air, the profane & explicit graffiti art on the walls, and the color cast of characters she sees and meets every day. She especially likes the one in the San Anax area- Mania sees her friend, a homeless harpy named Aryth. He’s a paranoid schizophrenic that panhandles from train station to train station for means. Whenever she sees him, Aryth makes Mania laugh with an insanity joke like “It makes perfect sense that mental illness runs in my family. I’d run too if I had a family like mine.” She thinks that he’s an absolute sweetheart that unfortunately had a case of bad luck. If Mania sees him in the morning, she’ll get him a breakfast sandwich & a small cup of coffee from a Bread Box. If it’s in the evening, it could be a slice of pizza or an olympian burger combo meal from Olympic Chef. 

Because she’s also a member at the Polieus Community Center, Mania invites Aryth with her so he can have a proper shower. During this time, she’ll go to the Clean Spin laundromat to wash his clothes. Before they part ways, Mania gives Ayrth twenty drachmas. He initially doesn’t accept it, but when she pretends to cry, he quickly shoves the money in his tattered pocket. 

She usually spends her day in bed, sleeping off the previous night that was filled with drinking, partying & drugs.

A go-to drink for her is beer, her favorite brand being Ambrosia Brewery. She also doesn’t mind dark beer like Tartarus Stout. She also likes bubblegum martinis, large confetti milkshakes from The Frozen Spoon, cosmopolitans, rum & cokes, dirty shirleys (an alcoholic version of a shirley temple), strawberry daiquiris, fruit punch juice, candy apple martinis, jell-O shots, pomegranate rum punch, iced tea, coconut water, unicorn kiss cocktails, grape flavored DASH energy drinks, as well as vodka cherry limeade. A usual from The Roasted Bean is a large chocolate cookie crumble creme frappuccino- with extra chocolate drizzle, cookie crumbles, & whipped cream

Mania loves listening to grunge, darkwave, EDM, dance, heavy metal, punk rock, R&B, classical, as well as synth pop music! Some of her favorite artists to listen to include Pale Blu, O, Discordic Harmony, Kronion Park, Eurydice, Dissonance Machine, The Acid Annies, Eclipse, DJ Whitesmoke, Lady Starlight, and Hard Candy.

Growing up in a pantheon that’s super image conscious was not the most welcoming experience for Mania. There was already a strike against her due to who her mother is. Atë was already on the warpath of Zeus (god of the sky, thunder, & lightning) by the time Mania was born. 

Even from an early age, she could sense that there was something odd about her. That she was “wired” differently. Dinner with her mom and younger sister was often spent with Mania looking up at the ceiling, silently whispering to herself. “What are you doing sweetie?,” Atë would ask. Mania would stomp her feet in response. “No distractions Mom! I have to start all over again!,” she’d exclaim, before returning her attention back to the ceiling. It was later discovered that she was counting the number of cracks in the ceiling, at the house they lived in Sparta. 

There were the manic episodes. Mania would be bouncing off the walls of her house or her surroundings outside, filled with chaotic energy. Sometimes, her mom would take her on her dragon Saphira on a long flight, hoping by the time they returned home that Mania would be tired out. Instead, she’d smile wide, saying “Let’s go again!”

When she was a bit older, Asclepius (god of medicine) diagnosed Mania with having ADD, OCD, generalized anxiety disorder, and bipolar disorder. Up until her induction ceremony, this led Mania to have an inability to concentrate, anxiety attacks, as well as manic & depressive episodes. As they left the royal palace on Mt. Olympus, Mania started crying. “What’s up, Nana?,” Atë asked, furrowing her eyebrows. “I’m sorry there’s something wrong with me? Am I like The Mad Titan?,” she asked, whispering. “Don’t you dare say that! You hear me! To everything in all the realms, don’t ever say that again!,” Atë yelled, a flash of anger in her eyes. Mania just cried even more, her entire face contorted. Atë noticed, sighing. “Babe, you’re nothing like him. Ok? And so what if there’s issues. We don’t cower or run away. You, me, and your sister. We survive. You are brilliant and fantastic! This is the Olympian Pantheon, there’s something wrong with everybody,” she said, giving her daughter a wink and a supportive smile. “I’m your number-one fan. Lyssa’s number two,” Atë added, laughing. Mania giggled along with her mom. 

A typical breakfast for her is a big bowl of sugary cereal. She likes Omega Lightning Flakes, Lucky Bits, Grains of Olympus, and Earthly Harvest fruit crystals. Mania also likes going to the Hearthside Diner in her neighborhood, ordering a stack of confetti pancakes (topped with extra glaze, whipped cream, & sprinkles) along with loaded scrambled eggs, home fries, and hash browns. At home, she’ll also make a banh mi sandwich (her mom’s recipe). A banh mi is a sandwich using a toasted baguette added with duck pâté, grilled pork, and pickled vegetables.

Mania’s fashion style is quite hard to specifically describe. She dresses for no one but herself. Some say she dresses like the sewing machine blew up before it could finish sewing the outfit, while others say she has an edgy avant-garde sensibility when it comes to her clothes. 

She’s a fan of asymmetrical hemlines, cutouts, and unexpected drapings. Mania also likes metallic details in her clothing. Staples in her closet include crop tops, one-shoulder tops, bralette tops, ripped jeans, latex shirts, fishnet stockings, platform sneakers & boots, spiked heels, distressed leather and denim jackets, in addition to graphic tees. 

Mania is a fan of statement jewelry when it comes to accessories. She likes layered chain necklaces as well as chokers- with charms & pendants, chunky geometric rings, as well as large hoop & chandelier earrings with symbolic pendants- like eyes, chains, or abstract shapes. 

Her favorite hair accessory has been the thorned headband that Lyssa bought for her during a shopping trip at the Mall of Olympius. 

She’s just as experimental with her hair like she is with her clothes. Over the years, Mania has adopted a wide range of hair styles including a mullet, a chopped pixie cut, dreads, and even a shaved head! Now, she’s grown out her hair, which almost reaches the small of her back. Mania likes wearing her hair in edgy braiding styles, messy double buns, and half up half down hairdos. She sometimes likes to wear glow-in-the-dark hair extensions!

Her face is a canvas when makeup is involved. Mania is as chaotic & passionate with cosmetics as she is with everything else in her life. She’s a fan of face jewels, an exaggerated arch to her eyebrows, bold shades of eyeliner and eyeshadow, in addition to liquid lipstick, like the La Petit Amour shade “Vixen,” a deep mauve-brown color. 

Mania likes being the cool fun oldest sister to Thrasos. She likes the fact that he doesn’t care what’s been said about her or their family. “Fuck the nay-sayers!,” he exclaimed once at dinner, prompting laughter from her, Lyssa, and their mom. Mania doesn’t get to see him as often as she’d like since Thrasos is in school, so they do keep in touch though text. During his last visit, when Mania was spending time at her cottage in the Underworld, they both went to the River Styx, where Mania procured some Stygian Ice- which doesn’t melt like normal ice. She used it to make pomegranate slushies back at the cottage, where they both experienced mind-numbing brain freezes!

Her sister Lyssa is her BFF! They’ve always been close, even as godlings. Mania and her sister have gotten closer since Lyssa was formally diagnosed with having IED- Intermittent Explosive Disorder. They don’t live too far from each other in New Olympus, so they see each other a lot. A common hangout spot for them & some of their friends is a room at The Chateau Nysaeus.

The wedge salad with loads of feta-ranch dressing and topped with extra croutons is her favorite thing to get at The Bread Box.

Mania picks up her prescription for anti-psychotics at the office of Paean (goddess of physicians) once a month. She likes Paean, thinking she’s nice. 

She also does behavioral therapy, meeting with her therapist Pathos (god of emotion) twice a week. Mania also likes him- especially his warm hugs. She says Pathos is the physical embodiment of a big cuddly teddy bear. 

She has 25 million followers on Fatestagram. Mania lovingly calls her followers “psychos.” She often does livestreams, spending time talking with her followers- having an open & hest discussion with them, free of judgement. She takes the time to listen to them too. 

She also has five million followers on PanopTube, where she mainly posts gaming streams!

A slice of chocolate raspberry cheesecake is her favorite dessert from Hollyhock’s Bakery.

Mania has released a makeup palette filled with bright neon shades called Chromatic Chaos. It’s exclusively sold in all Olmorfia locations, the multi-realm beauty retailer owned by Philyra (goddess of perfume, paper, & beauty).

She’s also venturing in the music industry, stating that music is the universal aide for all “sicknesses,” imagined or otherwise. Mania has released an EP titled Anti-Psychotics & Other Drugs, calling it a “synthwave masterpiece.” The cover for the EP is totally Mania- it’s of her laying in a bathtub, which is filled to capacity with various pills of different shapes & colors. 

It’s been a sleeper hit, hitting below 30 on the music charts. It’s been gaining more traction on Musify, with the music video of the song “The Stranger in my Head,” which shows Mania and a maenad dancer doing an interpretive dance routine in an empty warehouse, the walls being covered in mirrors. 

In a review of her EP in The Oracle Newspaper, Mnemosyne (Titaness of memory & language) took note of Mania’s vocal fry, airy falsetto, and sliding manipulations in her singing voice.

Another song, “Smoke & Mirrors,” has also been gaining attention.

In the pantheon Mania is friends with Komos (god of revelry), Neféloma (goddess of space & dark matter), Dionysus (god of wine), Aphrodite (goddess of love & beauty), Lykos (god of wolves), Ganymede (god of homosexual love & desire), Bia (goddess of force & power), Gelos (god of laughter), Pannychis (goddess of nightlife festivities), Adephagia (goddess of gluttony), Momus (god of mockery, satire, & ridicule), The Furies, Hecate (goddess of magic & witchcraft), Aerin (goddess of the ethereal), Ditus (god of bisexuality, effeminacy, & fertility), Tyche (goddess of luck), Hermes (god of roads, travelers, thieves, merchants, messengers, speed, trade, sports, borders, thoughts, communications, money, & luck), Alala (goddess of the war cry), Keres (goddess of violent death), Oizys (goddess of anxiety, misery, & depression), Methe (goddess of drunkenness), The Gray Sisters (Deino, Enyo, & Pemphredo), Kakia (goddess of vice & moral wrongdoing), Iris (goddess of the rainbow), Pasithea (goddess of hallucinations & relaxation), and Notus (god of the south wind).

She's gotten to know her mother's new girlfriend, Limos (goddess of starvation & famine), but still keeps her at an arm’s length. 

Mania's official mentor was Empusa (goddess of shapeshifting).

Her favorite frozen treat is the ube ice cream sundae from The Frozen Spoon. Mania likes her topped with extra sprinkles, chocolate chips, gummy bears, and Rainbow Bites candy pieces.

For other means of income she’s a freelance writer for the magazines Kytheiria &The Rainbow Room. Mania also models for/endorses Maison du Drame, andro-cene, La Petit Amour, and Kaleidoscope Lab. 

A guilty pleasure for her is an order of unagi nigiri along with fried calamari and steamed rice from The Ocean Roll, a popular sushi restaurant chain owned by Poseidon (god of the sea & earthquakes).

Even though it’s not a holiday per say, she loves attending the annual All Love Festival, the largest LGBTQ+ parade in New Olympus. 

Mania wishes that Hecate wasn’t so self-conscious about her designs. A pair of heelless platform shoes in Mania’s closet was made by the triple goddess!

She’s not looking for a relationship or true love, just true connections with beings. Mania has hooked up with Aerin a couple of times- the first being at Aerin’s gender affirming celebration, a few weeks after her transition. The first time wasn’t really a hookup, just a tipsy makeout session in the courtyard outside. The next time, it was a blowjob in a bathroom stall of The Void nightclub. Before, Mania had asked Aerin for consent. Aerin giggled, running her hands through Mania’s hair. “If you want it, just do it,” she whispered. She put the entire length of Aerin into her mouth, moaning greedily. Mania could tell she tasted different, no doubt due to the ambrosia hormone therapy. Watching Aerin’s clear blue eyes roll in the back of her head as she climaxed in her mouth gave Mania total pleasure. 

At a Dionysia celebration at her beach house in Thebes, Mania ended up doing shrooms and lotus dust with two other maenads named Calluna & Ivy. The three of them went skinny dipping, jumping off a cliff and into the sea, five feet below them. The cool waters of the sea enveloped Mania’s entire nude body like a comforting blanket as she floated on her back, counting the stars in the clear dark sky. She heard moaning and Mania turned, seeing Calluna and Ivy passionately making out. She could tell Ivy noticed her out of the corner of her eye, with the cheeky smirk she gave her. The two young women pulled away from each other, Calluna outstretching her hand towards Mania. She grabbed it and was pulled into their cocoon of desire, as Calluna and Ivy brought their attention onto Mania’s breasts- lightly tugging on her nipples with their mouths.

One time in the Underworld, as Mania was traveling to a club in the Triple Moon City neighborhood, she was eye-flirting with a lampade guy that was standing, holding onto the rail overhead. They said nothing to each other. Just stared throughout the entire train ride, before he got off on one of the stops.

The next night, after having trouble sleeping, Mania decided to take a train ride, no set destination. She got onto a nearly empty cart and sat down, putting in the wireless iCHOR Tech earbuds into her ear. As the train stopped, a familiar figure stepped inside, the lampade guy Mania saw the day before. He sat from across her, rolling his neck, sighing in relief. When he opened his eyes, he noticed Mania, a knowing seductive smile spread across his full lips. Mania said nothing, nodding politely. The guy licked his lips in a way that made her feel warm. She bit her bottom lip, smiling. Beings got on and off with every stop, the two of them kept staring at each other. As the final stop got announced, Mania stood, holding on to the rail next to her. She could feel the guy standing behind her, as his hand moved underneath her, also holding the rail. That’s when she noticed it, the platinum band on the ring finger of his left hand. Gods, he’s married! Mania suddenly felt unsure and uneasy, as a breath got caught in her throat. Was this right?, she thought to herself. Then, she felt his erection press against her ass, and she quieted the doubts in her head. The final stop arrived, the doors of the train opened and Mania stepped out, the sounds of her heels sounding against the concrete. She could feel the guy following her, his heavy steps sounding right behind hers. Mania stopped at a column near the end of the platform, putting her earbuds in the pocket of her mini skirt. No one was in the station, but the two of them. When Mania looked up, the lampade guy was standing in front of her. “Hey,” she managed to whisper. “Hey, “ the guy said back, the low timbre of his chthonian accent making her unsteady. “Put your arms above your head,” he ordered, licking his lips. Mania smiled, raising her arms above her. “Spread your legs,” he whispered into her ear and so she did. She felt him move her underwear to the side as he inserted a finger in her. Mania gasped. “Fuck!,” she exclaimed as the guy inserted another finger. The guy was kissing alongside her neck and she moved against his fingers. Everything in Mania was swelling- her heart, her head, and her cunt. Before long, the guy had already unzipped his pants, pulling out his erect member, slowly entering her. They both cried out at the initial thrust. They were overwhelmed with lust and desire, the sensations so heightened that Mania thought she could actually feel the ichor running through her veins. The guy placed a firm hand around Mania’s throat as they kissed. She laughed in ecstasy as the guy’s grip became tighter. Their moans soon sounded desperate, more frenzied. Her hands made their way to the guy’s ass, as she daintily slipped a finger inside him. With that, they both climaxed, their moans echoing throughout the empty train station. They both laughed as they straightened themselves, fixing their clothes. A train arrived, with Mania placing a gentle kiss on the guy’s forehead before stepping inside. 

She made her official debut as a music artist by being the musical guest on The Godly Scoop, the late night talk show hosted by Pheme (goddess of fame). 

On TV, Mania enjoys watching entertaining reality shows, competition shows like Blood Sacrifice, the sci-fi anthology series Singularites, true crime shows, as well as her favorite psychological horror show The Dark Inside. She recently checked out a documentary about a cult of Kronos fanatics. 

At Hermes’ game nights at his place in Arcadia, Mania loves when they all play charades. 

Her all-time favorite meal is her mom's homemade pho.

In her free time Mania enjoys clubbing, playing video games, going to art galleries, writing in her journal, interpretive dance, bowling, rollerblading, painting, bungee jumping, reading, going to the theater, swimming, basketball, sculpting, poker, snowboarding & ice hockey (in the Underworld), sunbathing, and knitting (is a member of The Moirai’s knitting/sewing circle).

"Insanity is relative. It depends on who has who locked in what cage."

[abookishdreamer]

Character intro: Arke (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nicknames- The Great Traitor, The Fading Rainbow, The Dark Goddess by most people in Olympius

Age- 18 (immortal)

Location- The Underworld

Personality- Arke considers herself to be the last bastion of Titan culture. There’s a certain admiration that can be shown about her fierce loyalty & tenacity. She’s also ruthless and vindictive- with rage slowly bubbling underneath the surface. She’s an aromantic asexual.

As punishment for her role in the Titanomachy on the “opposite” side, fighting in the Titan Army and actively supporting Kronos (Titan god of the harvest, time, & fate), Arke was stripped of her godly powers and her beautiful iridescent wings. Her immortality remained intact. 

After a few centuries of being surrounded by flames and screaming damned souls, she was granted an official pardon by the King of Olympius, Zeus (god of the sky, thunder, & lightning) as well as the King of the Underworld, Hades (god of the dead). Her wings and powers were not returned to her.

Arke was free to leave the Realm of Darkness if she wanted to, but she made the decision to make the Underworld her permanent home. Arke received a hefty financial compensation from Hades- which included a paid for apartment that was not sanctioned by The Silver Usurper. 

Even her olympian accent is gone, replaced by a chthonian lilt. 

Before having everything ripped from her, Arke’s official title was goddess of the faded rainbow. Aside from flight, her other godly powers/abilities included enhanced speed, aerokinesis, limited atmokinesis; was able to generate rainstorms & tornadoes, umbrakinesis, invisibility, light negation, chromo-electrokinesis (being able to manipulate multicolored lightning & various colors of electricity separately), as well as color absorption.

The faded secondary rainbow in the “double rainbow” phenomena was her sacred symbol.

The pegasus used to be her sacred animal. Arke no longer connects with the beautiful winged horse. 

The lavender was once her sacred plant.

Arke is a fraternal twin. Her twin sister is the beloved “swift-footed” brightly colored Olympian, Iris (goddess of the rainbow).

Their father was the half-brother of the one true ruler, Thaumas (god of sea wonders). 

Other “relatives” include Thaumas’ sister, Eurybia (goddess of the sea’s mastery), her child Brizo (goddess of sailors, mariners, fishermen, & dreams), Oceanus (Titan god of the sea), The Ourea (esteemed mountain gods), as well as the mother of the one true ruler, Gaia (goddess of the earth). 

The fact that she’s related to The Silver Usurper makes her skin and ichor burn.

Arke is aware of the fact that she & her sister had a mother. She knows that her name was Ozomene, a woman of oceanid and nephelai heritage. 

Notable physical features include her pale blue eyes & long silver-white hair, which Arke wears straight. There are jagged scars on her back where her wings used to be. The shape of the scars sort of resemble lightning bolts. 

She’s fluent in all the languages spoken across the three realms, but prefers speaking in Old Greek.

Arke is not an “enjoyer” of music, but rather a listener. She seeks out the sounds that match the swirling rage in her. Punk rock, darkwave, thrash metal, grunge, and heavy metal are the go-to genres. A song that has been on constant repeat on Musify has been “Realm of the Fallen,” sung by chthonic heavy metal band Kronion Park. Maybe Arke connects with it because she’s had vivid dreams of Olympius crumbling into the sea- destroyed, washed away, & forgotten. 

She’s also been getting into the music (what little has been released) of Mania (goddess of insanity). 

Her go-to drink is a black widow martini. She also likes beer (like Tartarus Stout), cranberry juice, ginger ale, blackberry soda, pomegranate juice, rum & cokes, Strengthify ionized water, and whiskey. A usual for her at The Roasted Bean is either a large unsweetened green tea or an olympian sized dark chocolate latte.

Arke resides in a luxury apartment in the Upper Nox Side neighborhood of the Underworld, at 900 Pluto Avenue. Pluto Avenue is known for its association with wealth, luxury, & prestigious businesses. It’s renowned for its expensive and luxurious apartments, often occupied by wealthy individuals and families. The Pluto Avenue Historic District, located on the Upper Nox Side, features high-rise apartment buildings with landscaped malls. In all, Pluto Avenue is a highly desirable address for both residential and commercial purposes, often associated with status & exclusivity. She doesn’t really care about that. Arke is just glad that she has a place to lay her head and plot her revenge. 

She resides in a spacious two bedroom, one bathroom apartment. The flooring is a glassy dark oak while the ceilings are 12 feet high! Arke is a fan of abstract art, so a lot of it is on the walls- including some she’s done herself, including a painting that she did, a portrait of Kronos. The color scheme is off-white, ivory, black, & dark gray. There’s distressed leather furniture along with glass furniture pieces. The kitchen is minimal in decor featuring black lacquer cabinetry, stainless steel iCHOR Tech appliances, and obsidian countertops. The primary bedroom includes a marble clad ensuite bathroom featuring a glass shower and soaking tub. 

Aside from her obvious mental illness, Arke suffers from sleep paralysis, a temporary inability to move or speak that occurs while falling asleep or upon waking up. It's a state of being conscious but unable to move, often accompanied by frightening hallucinations. It starts off like normal, Arke being asleep, having vivid dreams of herself flying once more across clear blue skies before it suddenly turns dark & gray, the sounds of booming thunder echoing all around her before a bolt of lightning strikes her- causing Arke to fall from the sky. Just before she lands, a dark figure that resembles The Silver Usurper catches her before hitting the ground, holding Arke by the wings. The foreboding figure laughs mockingly. Just before one of her wings starts to get teared off her back, the ichor pouring out from the initial gash, Arke wakes up, her eyes popping open. She’s completely drenched in sweat, her breathing is labored, and she feels completely paralyzed. Not until a couple of minutes later is Arke able to properly breathe, feeling her lungs expand. 

For this reason alone, Arke has become a frequent user of siren caps, which acts like a central nervous system depressant as well as a muscle relaxant. 

She also smokes pot and takes lotus tiles. 

Under the influence of lotus tiles, Arke is known to experience really intense auditory and visual hallucinations of the one true ruler. To be in the presence of Kronos, even in her mind, Arke takes more of the drug. She once spent a whole month sequestered in her apartment, high on lotus dust. Arke had also procured Black Ice, a highly addictive drug. Coming out of her drug fueled stupor, she noticed her entire apartment was trashed. Broken glass along with dozens upon dozens of empty beer bottles surrounded her. Arke also noticed torn pages from a journal. Upon reading the contents, she discovered that she’d written to the one true ruler, pleading for his return. 

She has an animal companion, not a Pegasus, but a dragon- a boy named Stormcloud. He’s a beast of dark turquoise scales, dark gray wings (with silver markings), in addition to dark silver horns & claws. Arke never thought she’d experience the feeling of genuine love until Stormcloud hatched. 

She nurtured him from the time he was a hatchling until he was fully grown. Arke bought meat from a butcher’s shop in the Tartarus’ Kitchen neighborhood for her dragon to eat. On her first flight, tears welled in her eyes as she took to the skies in what seemed like forever. Feeling the wind whip on her skin and through her hair filled her with pure exhilaration. “Pio grígora! Pio grígora!,” Arke yelled excitedly. Stormcloud obliged his rider, swiftly turning against a breeze, roaring in agreement. It’s to the point where she feels maternal towards him. 

Aside from Kronos, the only thing tethering her to reality is Stormcloud. He’s Arke’s primary mode of transportation. She rides him barebacked, without a use of a saddle. 

Her life started in the seas, as she and Iris were born. Their mother Ozomene died shortly after their birth. Their father Thaumas was too distraught over his own grief to look after his daughters, so that responsibility fell upon nephelai & oceanid handmaidens. 

As godlings, Arke and Iris would frequent the nearby coves, playing hide and seek. They’d also look for seashells & aquatic gems. She’d swim along with her sister and the other oceanid handmaidens, but Arke much rather preferred solitude, sitting on the beach, staring off into the horizon and beyond. She couldn’t explain it, but she felt that the seas were getting starker, colder. 

The Underwater realm was greatly impacted by The Black Death, with many of its beings’ lives being claimed by Blue Fever. A body should never be blue & bloated, let alone positioned like a contorted doll. Some of the bodies remained on the sea floor, becoming blue coral while most of them were sent up to Titanius to be cremated. 

Iris couldn’t see the trouble brewing, her days spent swimming with the other oceanids and mermaids, but Arke could feel it in her ichor, crashing against her veins like thunderous waves. At a meeting in the Sea Council, where Arke had snuck into, she overheard Thaumas and Oceanus discussing how the Underwater realm would position itself in the upcoming war. Defend your own or surrender to the pretenders? 

With a deep sigh, Oceanus poignantly said “My realm is not a weapon to be used at Kronos’ whim. If the other realms want to destroy each other, so be it. My first duty is to my realm and all the beings in it. I declare for no one.”

Arke was insulted on Kronos’ behalf. How could a brother turn his back on his own blood? When Thaumas told his girls that they would be sent away to safety for the remainder of the war, Arke made her decision right then and there. “Me lypeí pou to ídio mou to aíma eínai prodótes. To próto mou kathíkon eínai apénanti ston énan alithinó igemóna.” “What are you trying to say?,” Iris asked, tears wheeling in her eyes. Arke’s heart twisted a bit upon that sight, but she pushed it down. “The methods may be a bit… unorthodox, but he was meant to rule over us, heavens and all,” Arke replied, as if she was in a dreamlike-trance. With a gush of white mist, Arke disappeared, transporting herself to the entrance of The Black Palace on Mt. Othrys. 

She informed The Mad Titan of Oceanus’ plans or lack thereof. Arke bowed at his feet, fervently declaring her loyalty. “Vasiliá mou, eímai o tapeinós sou ypirétis, étoimos na ypiretíso eséna kai to vasíleio,” she replied, lowering her head. Kronos, still in his godly form, raised his hand. “Rise, my daughter. We will show them who truly has the power. The Titans,” he said smugly. 

The proverbial rug was torn from under Arke’s feet on the day that became known as The Fall of Mt. Othrys. She saw the Olympian Army charge through the capital of Saturn’s Hold, led by The Silver Usurper. Even from a great distance, Arke could make out her sister Iris, clad in shimmering Imperial Gold armor. One of the many limbed giants grabbed ahold of Arke when the palace was breached. “What should we do with her, my king?,” the giant, Cottus asked. The Silver Usurper removed his helmet- which was stained in gold & red. “Chain her up and take her to the dungeons. My judgement will follow soon after,” he said, staring at her straight on.

As Arke was led before the pretender, she instantly felt rage fill her entire frail body (due to weeks of not eating, a self-imposed fast) as she saw the pretender sit upon Kronos’ throne. Iris stood a few feet away. When their eyes met, a sad smile spread across her face before Iris turned away. As Zeus read through the charges, a brief memory of Arke and Iris hiding in one of the coves flashed through her mind briefly. They were so innocent back then. “How does the accused plead?,” Zeus asked, his voice jolting Arke back to the moment at hand. She raised her head, looking at him directly. “I’m loyal to the one true king… Kronos,” she replied. Gasps & whispers sounded in the throne room. 

Zeus smiled bitterly. “So is your right. I, Zeus, first of my name, the one true king, and Lord of the Heavens do hereby decree that you will serve a term of punishment in Tartarus. Because you are an enemy of the crown, you are to be stripped of your powers and wings,” he declared. Iris gasped. “My king, surely the sentence in Tartarus is enough!,” she called out. “Please, show mercy. My sister is not well and The Mad Titan used that to his advantage. She needs help to get better. Perhaps her sentence can be served out in the Asphodel Fields,” Iris suggested. “Would a chamber in the palace be a better prison? Servants to wait upon her? Guards to protect her? Let her be an example to anyone that goes against the crown,” Zeus said. As Arke was being taken away by palace guards, she called out “Tha petáxo xaná me ton énan alithinó igemóna!,” laughing the entire trip to Tartarus. 

Hundreds of years later, she put on a performance for the ages when Arke was brought before Zeus and Hades. Arke cried, snot poured out her nose, and she pleaded for mercy for “being misled by The Mad Titan” who played on her “sympathies.” Both kings stared at each other, unsure. “What can she do? She’s only one being? Besides, her powers aren’t being reinstated,” Hades offered, closing the folder which contained her file. The Silver Usurper nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders. “Fine. She’s your problem now,” he said. “Thank you my kings! I’m eternally grateful for your mercy!,” Arke exclaimed, kneeling before them. She even grabbed Zeus’ hand, placing a brief kiss on his knuckles. “The one true king of the heavens,” she said, smiling, though to everyone else it looked like a weird grimace. 

Since her release, she generally keeps to herself, even though a few chthonic deities, “checked up” on her, a.k.a seeing if she truly changed. Arke bristled a bit when Hecate (goddess of magic & witchcraft) hugged her as she was leaving. It was the first time Arke experienced genuine physical contact that didn’t consist of being chained, burned, or whipped. 

She was also cordial enough when Nyx (goddess of the night) stopped by. Arke spoke occasionally and nodded politely throughout the tea they both shared. The Mother of Darkness left behind black mushroom rice and smoked black cod stew for her. As soon as Nyx left, Arke ate it all, as if she hadn’t properly eaten in centuries, which was a fact. 

Arke doesn’t dress for fashion. She dresses for comfortability. Her closet is filled with graphic tees, turtleneck sweaters, skinny jeans, sneakers, platform boots, and full length leather coats. She’s fond of going outside wearing a thick knit cap on her head along with a pair of oversized sunglasses.

When it comes to jewelry, she also keeps it simple- with dark metal, platinum, & white gold. Her favorite accessory that she always wears is a simple platinum dragon’s wings ring- which Arke wears on her left pointer finger. She got it in tribute to Stormcloud. 

Arke wears her hair straight, her curls a thing of the past. She also wears her long silver-white strands in a single braid running down her back. A go-to product is the Hairology soap-free shea butter shampoo bar. She typically lets her hair air dry.

She keeps her fingernails short and neatly trimmed. Her favorite nail polish shades are “Black Out” & “Clean Slate,” a dark gray color, both from Olmorfia.

Her favorite frozen treat is black licorice ice cream.

Arke's favorite dessert from Hollyhock's Bakery are the chocolate espresso salted caramel chocolate chip cookies. She fell in love with them the moment she tried them when Hecate brought over a box, though her outward appearance remained subdued. 

She plays the role of a new tourist in a bustling city well. When not with her dragon, Arke spends the day walking the streets of the Underworld neighborhoods. The grim seediness of Tartarus’ Kitchen, the historic Kronion Park, the artsy and cool Triple Moon City as well as the tough gritty Acherontis neighborhood. 

Arke has become quite the techy, after buying her first laptop at an iCHOR Tech store in Plouton Square. She has created several fake Fatestagram accounts, using them to gain necessary intel on the other deities. So far, she’s discovered that her father got remarried to a nephelai named Electra. There also might be trouble in paradise between Iris and her intimate companion, Zephyrus (god of the west wind). 

She was absolutely livid when she found out that her wings were on display at the palace on Mt. Olympus. Arke trashed her entire apartment to the point where everything had to be replaced, including the windows. The police were called by other residents in the building, thinking that someone was being murdered. 

The blackened chicken sandwich is her favorite thing to get from The Bread Box. Arke gets it with extra mayo.

She turned down invitations by Chione (goddess of snow) to attend her Winter Solstice dinner as well as spending time at Frostfell Park. Arke thinks that Chione is an “airheaded slut.”

Arke absolutely despises the “good-for-nothing” soap opera The Dynasty of the Vain and Powerful, calling it a disrespectful portrayal of the Titanomachy. She thinks that the show’s producer, Pheme (goddess of fame) should go through all the punishments offered up in Tartarus. 

On TV, she primarily watches documentaries- historical, scientific, and nature. Arke has also been frequenting the video store in the South Village neighborhood, renting out dark psychological horror films, the most recent one being O Kouklothéatros.

Arke knows that Kronos is trapped in Tartarus and is researching a way on how to release him. She knows that she must infiltrate Tartarus, one way or another.

Her all time favorite meal is the squid ink bouillabaisse with seared scallops from the Blackhorn Steakhouse restaurant. 

In her free time (other than riding on Stormcloud), Arke’s time is spent listening to music, knitting, working on her art, skiing, journaling, target practice, kickboxing, and reading. 

"One day, I'll bring Olympius to its knees."

[abookishdreamer]

Character Intro: Philyra (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nicknames- Lyra by her friends

Age- 18 (immortal)

Location- Queenstown district, New Olympus

Personality- Philyra loves & embraces all things related to traditional femininity. She has a taste for the finer things in life & can be a bit of a snob. She's also incredibly creative, passionate, sensual, and a true romantic at heart. She's casually dating.

She has the standard abilities of a goddess except shapeshifting. As the goddess of paper, writing, healing, perfume, & beauty her other powers/abilities include having an enhanced smell, cosmetic manipulation, lexiconicy (transforming a written word into the actual thing), papyrokinesis (paper manipulation), perfume manipulation, being able to summon/control various writing tools- like pens, pencils, quills, & brushes, ink manipulation (melanokinesis), as well as vitakinesis (healing); by way of perfume and aromatherapy. 

The linden tree is Philyra’s sacred plant.

Her divine symbol is the quill pen.

A notable physical feature is the white gold diamond encrusted nose ring she wears.

Philyra is fluent in all the languages spoken throughout the three realms, but typically prefers speaking French.

Her natural scent is a mixture of freshly printed paper and jasmine. 

Philyra’s primary address is a charming townhouse located in the Nympheuomenê Park area of the Queenstown district in New Olympus. She also owns a beach house on Shimmering Tail Island, an unincorporated territory of Olympius. The color of the paint on the townhouse is blush pink, her favorite color. Outside, there’s a marble fountain that spouts out perfume. There’s also a nearby garden filled with fragrant tea roses, her favorite flowers. 

The townhouse is located between Peacock Place and Fourth Avenue, spanning four stories. It has four bedrooms & five bathrooms. The flooring is part soft mink carpeting, glossy white marble, as well as glossy white oak. The townhouse features five fireplaces, a double-height top floor with a mezzanine, and a striking skylight, infusing it with artistic flair. The general color scheme for the interior is blush pink, nude, cream, & pastel blue. Art pieces like marble sculptures, ceramic figurines, and classical paintings are found throughout the place. Light, lacy curtains are hung from the windows. In the main living room, there’s plush cotton and linen furniture along with glass & lucite furniture pieces. There’s a rose gold marble island in the kitchen along with cream-colored painted cupboards as well as stainless steel appliances in the kitchen. There’s a few humidifiers along with an air purifier in Philyra’s bedroom. There’s also chrome finishes in the bathrooms. There’s several closets- with one dedicated to her collection of essential oils and perfumes.

She has a pet pegasus, a girl named Florence. There’s subtle hints of pink in Florence’s mane. 

Philyra owns a silverish-pink convertible, her usual mode of transportation around the city. When traveling out-of-state, it’s usually on Florence. When specifically traveling to the Underwater realm, Philyra charters a luxury submarine. 

She enjoys listening to classical, synth pop, classic pop, R&B, dance, and pop music. Philyra loves listening to Apollo (god of the sun, music, poetry, healing, medicine, archery, plague, light, & knowledge), M9 (the girl group known as The Muses), the nephelai pop singer Pale Blu, her friend Aoide (goddess of voice & sing), the oread vocalist Alma, as well as the dryad singer/rapper Eurydice. Pale Blu’s song “Dreamland’ is the ringtone for her smartphone

Philyra always starts off her mornings with a rose water bath and a session of yoga at the Zenesphere yoga studio, which is owned by Pasithea (goddess of hallucinations & relaxation). 

A go-to drink for her is a pink champagne margarita. She also likes peppermint tea, sparkling water, grapefruit flavored ginger ale, cosmopolitans, white wine, coconut water, her homemade strawberry lassi, coconut milk, white sangrias, shirley temples, iced tea, pink lemonade, white grape juice, sparkling apple cider, and lychee juice. Usuals from The Roasted Bean include a medium chai latte, a cafe au lait, a caramel latte (with extra whipped cream), in addition to a large strawberry-cherry splash.

In the pantheon, Philyra’s known for many things, like her delicate loopy spencerian script handwriting. 

She has a collection of luxurious writing implements, but she likes writing with a quill feather and ink.

Philyra played a small, but significant role in the Titanomachy. She mainly tended to the wounded soldiers that fought alongside Zeus (god of the sky, thunder, & lightning) in the Olympian Army, specifically in the state of Thessaly. Philyra crafted many healing ointments that she would apply to the wounds on the soldiers. 

While on Mt. Pelion during a moment of respite in the early hours of the evening, she shared a kiss with a centaur soldier named Magorian Swiftwind. Philyra internally noted how he smelt of sweet grass and hay as well as how soft his lips felt against hers, like a gentle breeze. It was much later before she found out that he died during The Fall of Mt. Othrys.

A typical breakfast for her is a bowl of cereal, her favorite being the Golly Grains strawberries n’ cream cereal. She also likes a vanilla yogurt parfait- topped with granola, strawberry slices, & raspberries. Other things she likes for breakfast include coconut & cardamom pancakes (lightly topped with powdered sugar), eggs florentine, as well as the bagel sandwich (scrambled egg whites & turkey bacon) from The Bread Box, the popular sandwich shop chain owned by Deipneus (god of cooking & breadmaking). 

Her favorite gemstone is a pink morganite.

Philyra’s personal fashion style is  self-described as “coquettish balletcore.” She’s fond of light airy fabrics like linen, organza silk, lace, & tulle. The general color scheme for her clothing is shades of black, nude, beige, cream, pink, and gray. Staples in her closet include layered tulle skirts, skinny jeans, leggings, ballet-style flats, wrap tops as well as wrap midi dresses, halter tops, tennis sneakers, tank tops, and oversized cashmere cardigans.

When it comes to jewelry, she loves pearls, white gold (especially hoop earrings), platinum, rose gold, and diamond. 

Philyra’s favorite jewelry accessory that she holds near & dear to her heart is the rose gold toggle bracelet which has a pink tea rose charm. She always wears it.

Her long lustrous voluminous dark hair is thanks to her biweekly application of rose oil, the keratin shampoo (from her brand), as well as the Glory’s Crown ambrosia honey line of products. Philyra is fond of wearing her hair out in loose bouncy waves, thanks to the use of an Ourania PRO curling iron. She also doesn’t mind wearing her hair sleek & straight too. Other styles she likes include fishtail braids, low chignons, in addition to bubble ponytails. Philyra also likes floral headbands & hair clips. 

She has 85 million followers on Fatestagram.

Philyra has a particular makeup routine. It includes skincare prep, base products like foundation and concealer, color products like blush and eyeshadow, and setting products to ensure longevity. She, of course, uses products from her brand- her favorite being the Think Pink eyeshadow palette. Philyra also loves using the Luxuria shimmering body oil in the shade “Soleil Blanc.”

A guilty pleasure for her is a slice of pepperoni pizza. She also likes the True Love’s burger along with a small order of fries, and six buffalo wings from Olympic Chef.

Philyra has her own glamour doll collectibles!

She’s an accomplished goddess and businesswoman. Her most successful business is the multi-realm beauty retailer store Olmorfia, which has locations in the three realms- Olympius, the Underwater realm, as well as the Underworld. Olmorfia features not only its namesake products- like fragrances, cosmetics, skincare, nail color, beauty tools, body lotion, & hair care, but also well over 500 products of other beauty brands like Glory’s Crown, La Petit Amour, Luxuria, Graces’ Glam, Pure Muse, Olive Visibly, Platinum Luminescence, Studio Bloom, Museology, and Hot Intoxication.

Philyra also has nationwide stationery stores called Charti & Melani. 

She loves smelling like different scents everyday. Some of the perfume goddess' popular perfumes & fragrance sprays include Dolce, Lavender Daydreams, Pretty in Pink, & Morning Dew.

Her favorite ice cream flavors are strawberry, chai, and red velvet. She also likes the strawberry sorbet from The Frozen Spoon, getting a small cup.

Philyra is also in the publication industry, as a writer and also the head of her own publishing imprint called Rose & Quill Press. She has written a few novels, her go-to genre being historical fiction, in regards to romance. Her most popular book is Whispers of Lace, which is already in talks of being optioned for a feature film!

She’s known for hosting her fabulous yearly slumber parties to mark the end of the Summer Solstice, with only her closest girlfriends getting invites.

Philyra is also a freelance writer for the magazines Glamgerous, Modern Olympus, and Regalia.

A most recent splurge for her has been the baby pink crystal adorned Megaleio handbag, which costs 30,000 drachmas!

In the pantheon Philyra is friends with Hera (goddess of women & marriage), Iris (goddess of the rainbow), Phaenna (goddess of jewels), Eos (Titaness of dawn), Pothos (god of longing & yearning), The Graces, Antheia (goddess of swamps, vegetation, & floral wreaths), Naeus (god of weddings), Móda (goddess of fashion), Clio (muse of history), Nerissa (goddess of jellyfish), Aeolus (god of wind), Peitho (goddess of persuasion & sensuality), Melpomene (muse of tragedy), Zephyrus (god of the west wind), Eupraxia (goddess of well-being & success), Pandaisia (goddess of banquets), Calliope (muse of epic poetry), Erato (muse of love poetry), and Panacea (goddess of universal remedy).

Outside the pantheon, she has many mermaid and oceanid friends!

She doesn’t like Aphrodite (goddess of love & beauty) or The Hesperides. 

Her all time favorite dessert are the beignets from Skóni Parádeisos, the business owned by Promylaia and Eunostos (goddess of the flour mill). She also likes the cream puffs from Hollyhock’s Bakery. 

Philyra admires Theia (Titaness of sight & heavenly light), Eikono (goddess of iconography & literature), Litismós (goddess of culture), and Zeuxo (goddess of marriage).

She also used to have crushes on Astraeus (Titan god of dusk) & Nomos (god of laws).

As far as her love life goes, it took a long time after Magorian for her to open herself up to the possibility of having a connection with someone. 

She once drunkenly made out with Poseidon (god of the sea & earthquakes) at a Blue Moon ball she went to at his palace. The smell of his seaweed cologne was overwhelming. 

Philyra is currently working through her unrequited feelings for Naeus. Her feelings for him became poems & short stories. Sometime ago, Naeus came over to hang out, she was about to admit her feelings when he started lamenting about his secret feelings for the queen.

She’s currently dating an aurai model, a guy named Schuyler Stormvale. They initially met at an etherealist fashion show during New Olympus Fashion Week. They went cloud surfing on their first date, with Schuyler giving Philyra a kiss on the cheek when he walked her back home. She noted how he smelled like fresh linen and cotton. They sometimes message each other on Fatestagram. Philyra asked Schuyler out on another date, to Olympian Center for indoor ice skating, which he accepted. 

On TV, she loves watching romantic dramas, like the historical romance series Beneath the Scarlet Sky and the soap opera Harmony Heights. Philyra is also a fan of historical & nature documentaries. 

Philyra attended the Olympian Gala, the premier social event hosted by Clymene (Titaness of fame & renown), at “The Night of the Opera” theme. Philyra wore a custom made Christian Damascus strapless full length corset bodice gown made entirely out of old book pages. She completed the look with a pair of diamond & pink morganite drop earrings, a pair of white leather platform boots, and a pink rose jeweled Diamond Ave. clutch. Her hair was in its signature high bouncy ponytail. Philyra's makeup was stunningly bronze, complete with frosted pink lipstick.

Her favorite meal is pink sauce pasta- which is made with heavy cream & tomato sauce.

In her free time Philyra enjoys sunbathing, going to the theater, reading, gardening, ink painting, tennis, pottery, going to the spa, ballet, shopping, chess, going to the opera, acupuncture, embroidery, surfing, writing, horseback riding, sailing, and fencing.

She also hosts writing workshops at the local community center in the city.

"Beauty needs to be cultivated and cared for."

[abookishdreamer]

Character Intro: Hybris (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nicknames- Atomic Blonde by Zeus, Menoetius, & Ares

The Blonde Bombshell by Hippolyta & Palaestra

Mother by Oizys & Momus

Age- 52 (immortal)

Location- Themyscira, Olympius

Personality- She has a HUGE ego & is generally quite brash, unfriendly, and antisocial towards most beings. She embraces her vanity and overabundance of confidence, thriving on violence & being a good fighter. She’s currently single, but is open to dating. 

She has the standard abilities of a goddess except shapeshifting. As the goddess of insolence, hubris, violence, reckless pride, arrogance & outrageous behavior her other powers/abilities include limited odikinesis, inducing someone to act recklessly (temporarily), limited energy manipulation, as well as being able to induce a group of beings to argue & fight with each other. Hybris can enter an enhanced state of power called the “hubris state.” When experiencing intense feelings of confidence or anger, her physical state and body mass transforms into a height of 6”8, her skin a bright shimmering gold, & a weight of 700 lbs! In the hubris state, Hybris also has the abilities of energy absorption, enhanced leaping, as well as shockwave generation. 

A sacred symbol of hers is a gold dagger.

Hybris’ natural scent is that of bergamot. 

She has two grown children- a son & daughter who are fraternal twins. Their names are Momus (god of mockery, satire, & ridicule) and Oizys (god of anxiety, misery, & depression). 

Notable physical features include her bright clear blue eyes and long platinum blonde hair.

Her children’s father is her ex-husband, Harpocrates (god of silence & discretion). 

Hybris lives in an opulent, grand Greek-revival mansion in the state of Themyscira. There’s an outdoor pool, an outdoor tennis court, in addition to a large imposing entryway. Inside, there’s glossy marble flooring, glass paneling, as well as high ceilings. A large Imperial Gold chandelier hangs from the ceiling in the entryway. The general color scheme is metallic shades of silver & gold along with cream, beige, ivory, and dark blue. The walls are lined with her extensive sword collection- some of which were crafted by the blacksmithing cyclopes (Arges, Steropes, & Brontes). There’s leather furniture along with chrome, marble, and glass furniture pieces. There’s marble sculptures throughout the mansion. There are chrome gold modern appliances in the kitchen as well as a smart home security system. 

She owns a number of pet chihuahuas- her favorite being a boy named Demon. Hybris recently acquired a dragon’s egg from her good friend Draco (god of dragons). She keeps it insulated in the fireplace in her living room. It hasn’t hatched yet. 

Hybris is fluent in Minoan and Serpentis.

A go-to drink for her is champagne. She also likes mimosas, rum & cokes, orange juice, mineral water, vodka martinis (with a twist), her homemade peanut butter-banana protein shakes (which she drinks daily), Strengthify tropical citrus water, orange flavored DASH energy drinks, beer (enjoys Ambrosia Brewery), frozen lemonade margaritas, cola, ginger ale, New Olympus Iced Teas, lemon-lime soda, and white sangrias- saying that her recipe is the best one out there! Usuals from The Roasted Bean include a large cold brew coffee as well as a large iced caramel latte- with extra caramel syrup.

In Themyscira, she primarily gets around in her metallic gold sports car. When traveling out-of-state, typically it's by plane. 

Hybris enjoys listening to rock, hip-hop, EDM, and rap music. Some of her favorite music artists to listen to include the punk rock band Dissonance Machine, the duo band Myopic, and the Amazonian punk pop girl group Hard Candy. Their album Pink Wildfire is a constant repeat for Hybris on Musify. The leading single, “Little ol’ Bleeding Heart,” is the ringtone for her smartphone. 

She has a single tattoo of a dagger on her left ankle. Hybris got it a few months ago when she traveled to New Olympus to see her kids. She went to the Blood & Ink tattoo studio in the Little Sparta neighborhood, which is owned by Ares (god of war). 

Hybris has histrionic personality disorder, or HPD for short. She always knew that something was going on, as it related to her extreme dips in mood, especially in regards to anger and excitement, but she didn’t have the language for it at the time. Hybris just assumed that she was high strung & eccentric, claiming that all beings in the Olympian Pantheon had some sort of emotional problem. She was just upfront with hers. 

Her hairline temper is well known with her children, ex-husband, former lovers, as well as all the other deities. She could go on an expletive-filled tirade for hours without slowing down. Hybris would tear & break things before finally tiring out. It took many many years and a lot of self-reflection before she was honest with herself, admitting that she needed help. Hybris hated it initially, thinking that it made her appear weak, like a damsel in distress. 

Now, she manages it with cognitive behavioral therapy (CBT), seeing her therapist Pathos (god of emotion) three times a month. Hybris also takes medication, mood stabilizers. She picks up her prescription at the office of Paean (goddess of physicians), which is located in the royal palace on Mt. Olympus. Hybris also goes to anger management classes, attending the ones hosted by Gaia (goddess of the earth), another goddess known for her explosive anger!

Gold is her favorite color. 

A typical start to her day starts early with a cold shower. After brewing herself a cup of coffee and feeding her dogs, Hybris is off for a run along Paradise Beach before going to her daily workout at a Fit to be a God gym, which is owned by Hermes (god of roads, travelers, thieves, merchants, messengers, speed, trade, sports, borders, thoughts, communications, money, & luck). Her personal trainer is body builder extraordinaire, an amazon named Solara. Outside the gym, they’re great friends with Hybris even having dinner with Solara & her wife Kestrel.

Hybris loves everything about Themyscira- the tropical climate, picture perfect beaches,  and the bad-ass bitches that populate it! She loves the fact that women dominate this particular region of Olympius- not needing help or permission from men. It’s how she got introduced to Hard Candy after seeing their concert performance in Acropolis Square Garden- which she went to along with one of her good friends, Dyssebeia (goddess of ungodliness & impiety). 

She was a cog in the colossal sized machine that was known as the Olympian Army. Hybris fought alongside Zeus (god of the sky, thunder, & lightning), admiring his youthful arrogance and courage. A constant memory that she plays often in her head is the Fall of Mt. Othrys. Seeing The Black Palace crumble into nothing but stone & ash as it tumbled into the abyss of the sea still thrums the ichor in her veins with excitement. The Olympians were now the big dogs, chomping against the bit of the Titans. She and a lot of her fellow Olympians celebrated the liberation of the three realms with a festivity on the beach. That’s where Hybris met Polemos (god of the war cry), where they later became intimate on that same beach. 

Nothing tasted sweeter than freedom and mind-blowingly hot sex with a fellow Olympian. Hybris couldn’t ask for anything more out of her immortal life. One day, she was requested to come to the palace, to see the queen- Hera (goddess of women & marriage). Hybris had half a mind to chuck the queen out of the palace window as she stood there, listening to Hera admonish her for her “complete disregard of decency and decorum.” Something had to change, in the form of the physical embodiment of a stick in the mud, Harpocrates. The queen suggested an arranged marriage. Inside, Hybris was screaming. Outside, she maintained her composure. She was completely unimpressed when she first saw Harpocrates walk into the council room. He had a pitiful wounded puppy dog look on his face. 

“So what if you don’t like him? I don’t care much for my future intended,” Polemos had told her one night when Hybris came to visit him at his abode. She scoffed, rolling her eyes. “He’s just so dull. Water would weep if they were around him,” Hybris said, as she undressed. Polemos was already naked, laying on his bed. “Gods, and the thalamos ceremony. The thought of his dull prick in me…,” she trailed off as she shuddered dramatically. “Then let me give you something to fantasize about,” Polemos said with a smile, guiding Hybris to the bed. She smiled, laying on her back as he entered her with a deep powerful thrust. Hybris experienced multiple climaxes that night.

The wedding was a simple ceremony. Nothing too gaudy. Hybris specifically opted for a plain wedding gown and a simple pale yellow veil. During the reception, she couldn’t even enjoy the wine & ambrosia that was at hand. 

The thalamos was just as Hybris expected it to be, dull. It was quiet, except for the sound of Harpocrates huffed tense breathing. Sure, she wasn’t expecting fireworks like whenever she and Polemos were together, but surely, sex could still be something pleasurable for the both of them despite their shitty predicament. Harpocrates let out a whimper of a moan as he came inside her. Hybris wrapped her legs around his waist to make sure that every drop of his seed was in her womb. She didn’t want to run the risk of having to do this again.

A few weeks later, Hybris was confirmed to be with child by Gaia. The worst part about her pregnancy aside from the constant gas, fatigue, swollen breasts, enhanced smell, and increased urination? She was a lust-filled horny goddess- with no outlet for it. During the brief visits with Polemos, he offered up his tongue, but she declined, feeling far too awkward with being intimate with a child in her. Hybris compared it to having an “unwilling threesome.”

She was introduced to a new form of pain during her labor. She cussed and screamed the walls of the palace down. Hybris was a sweaty swollen mess and there was nothing she could do about it. She called for Harpocrates and he remained by her side throughout the rest of the labor, holding her hands. Hybris pushed with all her might, and a screaming male babe came into the fold. She half-expected the pain to immediately cease, but it just got more intense. When The Great Goddess looked up from Hybris’ legs, a knowing smile spread across her lips. “There’s another one,” Gaia simply said. “Another what?,” Hybris asked. “Another child.” She & Harpocrates exchanged a look. “Oh, Gods!,” Hybris screamed as another contraction settled in her lower waist. A half hour later, a girl was born. Twins. Half her, half Harpocrates, but they came from her and for that, Hybris was proud. 

The transition from esteemed Olympian warrior to mom proved challenging for Hybris. She could never calm down the screaming babies, Oizys in particular. She cussed one time when her daughter bit down hard on her nipple as Hybris was feeding her. Sure, she had no teeth, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt any less. The incessant crying sounded like a buzzing drill in her ears. The pain pounded against Hybris’ skull. One day when Oizys cried for nearly a day, Hybris couldn’t take it any more. She looked down into the bassinet where her daughter was laying, she screamed at Oizys with a force so powerful, the house vibrated. The Dull Knight, otherwise known as her husband, came in, admonishing her. “You deal with her then,” Hybris huffed as she walked away. She could feel the hot tears burning in the back of her eyes. 

She knew even then that she was probably not giving real effort as a mom. Hybris felt guilty every time she exploded with temper at her kids, Oizys being the main victim. One thing she was successful at? Training the security detail assigned to the king- Kratos (god of strength), Nike (goddess of victory), Zelus (god of envy, jealousy, & zeal), and Bia (goddess of force & power). 

Hybris watched in jealousy at how the children gravitated towards Harpocrates, Oizys especially. She also didn’t like the closeness her kids had with her husband’s friend, Hesychia (goddess of quiet, stillness, rest, & silence). 

After years of not seeing or hearing from each other, Hybris was happy when a message from Polemos was delivered to her. He wasn’t happy in his marriage to Ioke (goddess of pursuit, tumult, & battle rout) and wanted to see her, to “pick up where they left off.” Hybris’ entire body buzzed with excitement as she got herself ready. She wasn’t expecting Harpocrates to “rain down on her parade.” He had the audacity & balls to tell her that she wasn’t leaving. Hybris brought up the fact that he slept outside their marriage as well. She wasn’t a fool. She didn’t care. This marriage was in name only. As Hybris walked outside, she felt Harpocrates grab her arm. She looked into his eyes. For the first time, she noticed that it was dark. And it was filled with exasperation, anger, and… desire? Hybris felt time slow down as he crashed his lips onto hers. She breathed in his natural rosy scent before pushing him off. Her open palm made contact with the side of Harpocrates' face, slapping him. For a few seconds, they just stood there staring at each other, breathing heavily. At the same time, they both closed the physical gap between each other with a passionate kiss. They tore at each other’s clothes like rabid animals. Haprocrates laid the cloak that she was wearing on the ground. Desire pooled between her legs when she saw her husband’s erect member. Hybris tackled him on top of the cloak, straddling him as she settled on his member. Harpocrates moaned out loud, biting his bottom lip in a way that made Hybris want him to stay inside her. They were intimate four times that very night. 

Though they had a newfound connection, it wasn’t enough to salvage their shell of a marriage. Hybris and Harpocrates knew that they just weren’t right for each other. On the eve of their childrens’ joint induction ceremony, they sat Momus & Oizys down, telling them that they were getting a divorce. She didn’t mean to laugh out loud when her son casually shrugged his shoulders, but Hybris went into a fit of giggles that lasted a few minutes. Their children were now grown, off to live on their own as Hybris and Harpocrates went their separate ways. 

She was intimate with Polemos for a while after, as he and Ioke had gone through their divorce, but they both ended the physical part of their relationship, as nothing aside from their physical attraction changed between them. Now, they’re good friends- with her even being the official mentor to his daughter, Alala (goddess of the war cry). 

Hybris has a bold and flashy sense of style. She’s a fan of bold colors & animal print when it comes to her clothing. Nothing beats a good tailored blazer or a sexy metallic leather jacket. Other staples in her closet include strapless corset tops, pointed toe pumps, strappy heels, sneakers, structured midi skirts, chrome sunglasses, linen pants, graphic tees, and skinny jeans. 

When it comes to jewelry, she likes platinum & gold. Hybris is a fan of geometric shaped rings, large hoop earrings, as well as chunky necklaces and bracelets. 

Her platinum blonde locs are often styled in tousled loose waves. She also doesn’t mind a sleek straight look- either out, in a high ponytail, or bun.

A notable thing in her closet is a pair of the most expensive jeans from Diamond Ave., the fashion brand of Pheme (goddess of fame). The bootcut jeans have fifteen high quality large diamonds sewn into the back pocket of the jeans. The price? 1.3 million drachmas!

Trying to turn over a new leaf, Hybris has been making amends, especially with her children. She apologized to Oizys a few months ago for abusing her- not with violence, but with her words. They ended the meeting on a somewhat hopeful note, as Oizys gave Hybris her phone number, something she has never done before. She’s been trying to be more involved in her daughter’s life ever since she got engaged to Moros (god of doom), even offering to help pay for the upcoming wedding. Oizys decided to meet in the middle, suggesting that Hybris help out with the wedding planning. 

There are plans for her and Oizys to attend a family therapy session. 

Not on purpose, Hybris is a bit closer to her son than she is to her daughter. Momus & her are kindred spirits in a way as he inherited her brashness and disregard of conformity. They keep in touch through text and she visits him and Oizys sometimes in New Olympus. Hybris much rather likes it when Momus travels to Themyscira. A common activity for the two of them is riding their dirt bikes at the Golden Sands Park, where there’s mountains & mountains of sand dunes!

She was the first one to buy Momus’ memoir, Megalomaniac. Hybris spent almost a week getting through the 500 page behemoth, laughing and crying all the way through. 

A guilty pleasure for her are the lemon pepper wings from Olympic Chef. Hybris gets ten of them along with an olympian burger and large onion rings. 

She has ten million followers on Fatestagram. 

Hybris also has her own glamour doll collectible!

The chicken teriyaki sandwich is her go-to thing to get from The Bread Box. 

In the pantheon Hybris is also friends with Adikia (goddess of injustice), Hysminai (goddess of fighting & combat), Clymene (Titaness of fame & renown), Philotes (goddess of intimacy, friendship, & affection), Aígli (goddess of glamour), Orthosia (goddess of wealth), Limos (goddess of starvation & famine), Dimósia (goddess of debate), Olympos (one of The Ourea), Panigýri (goddess of festivals), Amechania (goddess of helplessness & want), Dione, Kakia (goddess of vice & moral wrongdoing), Aplistos (god of avarice), Palaestra (goddess of wrestling), Atë (goddess of mischief, ruin, blind folly, delusion, & downfall of heroes), Kéfi (goddess of mirth), Enyo (goddess of war, destruction, bloodlust, & devastation); Polemos’ wife, and Astrape (goddess of lightning).

The lemon meringue pie from Hollyhock’s Bakery is her all time favorite dessert.

She doesn’t like her daughter’s wedding planner, a lampade named Draconia. Hybris thinks she looks down on her and that she’s far too prissy. Oizys has been a frequent mediator during the arguments- one of which where Hybris threatened to “rearrange” Draconia’s face. 

Hybris’ primary source of income comes from being a professional wrestler! Her stage name is “Atomic Blonde.” Her finishing moves include the eclipse, backbreaker, & her personal favorite, the glam slam. Many of Hybris' wrestling outfits are designed by Euphrosyne (grace of joy).

Lemon sorbet is her favorite frozen treat. She always gets a large cup at The Frozen Spoon.

She also models for/endorses Megaleio, Platinum Luminescence (Clymene’s skincare brand), and atelier fantaisie. 

Hybris also works in the film industry, as a stunt coordinator. 

She loves movies that are jam packed with action, violence, & gore! Her favorite movie series of all time is the action trilogy The Golden Bullet. Hybris even met the film’s lead actor, a cyclops named Vyldar Del Awne.

Hybris is about to release her debut fragrance, Katharí Mataiodoxía. 

She also wants to get her reality TV show off the ground, The Real Goddesses of New Olympus. Hybris is hopeful because OSSA productions is interested in producing the series, but to drum up interest, Pheme told Hybris that she would need a love interest at the initial meeting. 

For this reason. Hybris has been turning to dating apps, even signing up on the most popular one, FATED.

She hasn’t really been going out on dates, instead thoroughly enjoying her “me time” which consists of a few glasses of champagne, her go-to order from Olympic Chef, a relaxing bubble bath, as well as “playing” with her favorite toy, a dildo modeled after the member of Priapus (god of fertility, vegetable gardens, livestock, sexuality, & masculinity).

Hybris found it hilarious when she found out that Harpocrates was dating their daughter’s fiance’s sister, Sophrosyne (goddess of moderation, temperance, & restraint).

She has attended a single Olympian Gala, at “The Gilded Affair” theme. Hybris wore a slinky, backless, sheer silk mini dress, only wearing a sparkly gold thong while gold obol-shaped pasties covered her nipples. She completed the look with various gold cuffs on both her arms, a pair of large oversized 24K gold hoop earrings, as well as a pair of solid gold strappy Diamond Ave. heels. Her platinum blonde hair was in its usual loose waves. 

Hybris was once a guest on her son's late night talk show The Agnostic Network. Hybris went on a nearly three minute long profanity laced rant directed towards Zeus, regarding the punishment of Prometheus (Titan god of forethought). She was eventually escorted off the premises by security after getting into a physical altercation with one of the other guests on the show.

She received an ornate pair of gold brass knuckles made from Imperial Gold from Momus. 

Her all time favorite meal is garlic rice with lemon pepper porkchops, her specialty. 

In her free time Hybris enjoys working out, basketball, archery, tanning (frequents the Gold Rays tanning salon), volleyball, surfing, clubbing, boxing, archery, mixed martial arts, going to the cinema, shopping, mountain climbing, swimming, and bungee jumping.

"In this pantheon, I'm the wrecking ball!"

[abookishdreamer]

BEST MOVIE OF THE YEAR, HANDS DOWN!!! 👏👏👏💯

The last time I seen my brother. The last time I seen the sun. Just for a few hours, we was free.

[abookishdreamer]

Character Intro: Harpocrates (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nicknames- The Soundless God by the people of Olympius

My Love by Sophrosyne

Father by his children

Harper by his friends

Age- 51 (immortal)

Location- Thrace, Olympius

Personality- In his private life, he's a man of a few words. He's calm, astute, & an excellent listener, taking in everything. He tries to be unbiased & non-judgemental. He's currently in a relationship.

He has the standard abilities of a god except shapeshifting. As the god of silence, discretion, & confidentiality his other powers/abilities include invisibility, telepathy, sound manipulation (audiokinesis); he can also negate sound based attacks, telekinesis, memory projection, as well as being able to control/manipulate roses- his sacred flower.

Harpocrates is fluent in all the languages spoken in the three realms.

His natural scent is that of his sacred flower- earthy, spicy, & sweet.

Harpocrates has two children, fraternal twins- Momus (god of mockery, satire, & ridicule) and Oizys (goddess of anxiety, misery, & depression). He used to be married to their mother, Hybris (goddess of insolence, hubris, & reckless pride), though they’ve been divorced for nearly two centuries. 

He splits his time between the states of Thrace and New Olympus. Harpocrates’ primary address is a lakehouse on his own private estate spanning a couple of acres in the city of Komotini, in Thrace. In New Olympus, he owns an apartment at The Amboulios Plaza, a luxury apartment building in the Skyline neighborhood of New Olympus. 

The lakehouse seemingly blends into its natural surroundings, almost hidden in a quiet dense forest near a crystal-clear serene lake. It’s built from dark weathered wood that mutes the sound of wind. The front door has a wreath made of red roses on it. Hanging from the eaves are chimes made of obsidian that emit no sound, though they sway gently in the breeze. The porch is minimalist, with smooth stone slabs that echo nothing when stepped on. Inside, the walls are completely soundproof. The color palette is of soft dark colors like blues, grays, & blacks- with pops of ivory, beige, and cream. The flooring is covered in soft dark blue carpeting that absorbs footsteps. The walls are lined with mirrors of varying shapes and sizes along with shelves full of books & ancient tomes. Linen & silk curtains hang from the window. In the living room, there is a large fireplace, but instead of crackling wood, a soft, bluish flame burns soundlessly. There’s plush furniture like sofas and armchairs along with ceramic & glass furniture pieces. Photos of his kids and girlfriend along with abstract paintings are also on the walls. In his bedroom, there’s a stone altar surrounded by candles that burn without flickering or making noise in addition to a plush king sized canopy bed covered in sheets and pillows that smell of vanilla scented fabric softener. 

A notable physical feature is his short silver-gray hair. In his youth, his hair was dark brown.

Harpocrates has two pets- male greyhounds named Duke and Sonic. They are rescue pets. He adopted them from the Paw Haven animal shelter a few weeks ago. 

A go-to drink for him is a martini. He also likes ginger ale, tea (green, lavender, & earl grey), Strengthify ionized water, a scotch on the rocks, red wine, his homemade vanilla protein shakes, manhattans, white russians, ouzo (a traditional Greek aperitif), pomegranate juice, beer (likes Asphodel Lager), manhattans, and champagne. Usuals from The Roasted Bean include a large hot chocolate, a large london fog latte, an espresso, as well as a small iced black tea. 

He’s known for his neat elaborate cursive handwriting- in spencerian script. 

A typical start to his day starts early with an hour long session of meditation. After a quick shower, Harpocrates takes his dogs out for a walk. On his way back home, he’ll stop at a floral shop to pick up a fresh bouquet of roses in addition to going to a nearby Roasted Bean for a london fog latte along with an almond scone. By the time he gets home, a delivery of the latest Oracle newspaper is by the porch. 

He enjoys listening to classical, blues, jazz, & classic pop music. His favorite artists to listen to include the oread vocalist Alma and the blues performer Cydorion Stonehand- his album Smokeshop Conversation being Harpocrates’ all-time favorite! He’s also been getting into more “current” music- listening to songs by Pale Blu (a nephelai pop singer) and Veritas, a harpy conscious rap artist. He even likes some music of Apollo (god of the sun, music, poetry, healing, medicine, archery, plague, light, & knowledge). 

Before his marriage, his kids, & his life now, Harpocrates is old enough to remember his life during the Titanomachy. Previously, he worked in The Black Palace on Mt. Othrys, mainly being an archivist overseeing The Great Library. He didn’t interact much with The Mad Titan- Kronos (Titan god of the harvest, time, & fate) but found the king’s relationship with Anytos (Titan god of anonymity & secrets) to be perplexingly disturbing. One wasn’t seen without the other. 

When Harpocrates spoke out against the Great Library and all of its contents being destroyed, The Mad Titan ordered him to be imprisoned beneath the palace, in the dungeons. He wasn’t alone however. Other imprisoned Titans included Mnemosyne (Titaness of memory & language) as well as Lyrikós (Titaness of voice & song). They managed to keep themselves somewhat sane by talking whenever there weren’t guards stationed in front of their cells. Harpocrates’ heart broke whenever either of them was pulled out of their cells, sent to “service” Kronos. Mnemosyne accepted it in silence while Lyrikós fought & yelled all the way through. Oftentimes when she would be returned to her cell, she’d be covered in bruises, her skin stained with ichor.

He wasn’t a witness to the various battles during the Titanomachy, but Harpocrates was one of the first beings that laid eyes on the realm’s liberator- Zeus (god of the sky, thunder, & lightning). The Silver Usurper became the new ruler of the realm, which was renamed Olympius.

Harpocrates enjoyed his initial years of freedom- even striking up a romance with a vaudeville actress, a mortal named Eleanor. That ended after he was summoned to a meeting at the royal palace on Mt. Olympus. In the council room, Harpocrates saw the queen, Hera (goddess of women & marriage) along with another being he didn’t recognize. Harpocrates assumed she was immortal. She had pale skin, bright blue eyes, and long white blonde hair, which was in a single braid down her back. A scowl was on her face. “I’m so glad that you’ve come,” Hera said, smiling graciously. Harpocrates bowed respectfully. “I’m always pleased to be of service to the crown. What’s this about?,” he asked, shifting his gaze between the woman and the queen. “This is Hybris. She fought alongside my husband during the war granting the Olympians victory and she’s now your betrothed," Hera explained. Harpocrates cleared his throat. “F-forgive me your grace, but I-,” Hera cut him off with a raise of her hand. “There’s nothing to forgive. You’ll both do your part in maintaining the integrity of the pantheon. The wedding is in a fortnight.” 

He & Hybris remained quiet as the queen bid them goodbye with a polite curtsy, her handmaidens following her lead. Harpocrates turned to face Hybris. Before he could speak, she cut him off with an intense glare. “Don’t get any ideas. This is a marriage in name only. Polemos has declared that he’ll wait for me, no matter how long it takes,” she replied briskly as she left the council room.

The wedding was a simple ceremony in the throne room. All the other deities at the time were in attendance, including Polemos (god of the war cry). Even though there was merriment and drinking at the reception, there was no celebration for either of them. Harpocrates & Hybris sat next to each other in complete silence as they quietly observed the reception. Their wedding night as well as the thalamos ceremony (where the marriage would be consummate) took place at the royal palace, in one of the deluxe chambers.

The act of intimacy was mechanical, quiet, and totally devoid of emotion. Harpocrates everted his gaze away from Hybris as he entered her. Nothing showed on her face as he continued to writhe on top of her in short static thrusts. Hybris wrapped her legs around Harpocrates’ waist as he climaxed inside of her. She pulled the sheet over his body as they laid side-by-side, both of them staring at the ceiling. Hybris sighed heavily, turning her back to him. “Gods, I hope that’s not how you were intimate with your former lover,” she said sarcastically. 

Their married life was business as usual. Harpocrates helped with the development of hospitals in the country while Hybris trained the palace guardsmen- especially the main ones assigned to the king- Nike (goddess of victory), Kratos (god of strength), Bia (goddess of force & power), and Zelus (god of envy, jealousy, & zeal). At home, they maintained a distance, except for one time, when Hybris rushed inside, where she threw up on the floor. Harpocrates, who was outside tending to his rose garden, noticed and walked inside. “Is everything alright?,” he asked her. Hybris looked up at him, breathing heavily with a deadpan expression on her face. “I’m not. I’m with child. It’s yours. Congratulations,” she replied, turning her attention to the kitchen sink to vomit again. 

The pregnancy was long & grueling for them both. Harpocrates didn’t know how to be there for his wife without actually getting emotionally involved. Hybris’ erratic violent mood swings certainly didn’t help matters. 

She gave birth at the royal palace, with Gaia (goddess of the earth) being the midwife. “Gamísou tà pánta se óla ta vasíleia!,” Hybris screamed out loud as a wave of contractions hit her lower back. Harpocrates, who was standing by the door, noticed Gaia signaling him to join Hybris, so he did. Her hair was damp from sweat as veins on her forehead bulged out, just as angry as her. Hybris grabbed ahold of his hand, holding onto it like it was a lifeline. “Please don’t leave,” she whispered breathlessly. Harpocrates nodded his head. “I won’t.” “Please don’t,” Hybris repeated again. “I won’t. You have my word,” he replied firmly. He held a firm grip on her hand as he helped her through breathing exercises. Hybris stared into Harpocrates’ eyes as she pushed, a screaming male babe entering the world. A half hour later, a girl was born. Both babies had wisps of dark hair on their heads. “Two kids? Gamó!,” Hybris explained, while Gaia placed the newborn girl in her arms. Harpocrates chuckled a little, as his son was placed in his arms. 

The initial return home with the children was fine enough, but then Hybris began acting out, as she didn’t know how to soothe the babies, especially Oizys when they were cranky. Harpocrates was shocked, though not surprised, when he noticed Hybris yelling at the baby who was laying in the bassinet, screaming her little lungs out. “Gia tin agápi tis Gaías, skáse to stóma sou!,” Hybris screamed, the veins in her forehead and neck protruding. “That’s enough! You’re frightening her,” he said, rushing over to pick up their daughter. “I’ve had it! I’m only one being. You get her to be quiet then,” Hybris huffed, walking away. Harpocrates laid Oizys on his chest, rubbing her back in soft circular motions. “Don’t mind your mother,” he started to say as he sat down on a loveseat. “If anything, you can always come to me. I’ll be here for you and your brother, no matter what,” Harpocrates whispered in his daughter’s ear. After singing a lullaby, she finally quieted down. 

As his children were young godlings, Harpocrates was away often from home, working as a psychotherapist at the Drepáni Sanatorium, which housed the criminally insane. He was working with the king to get the practices of lobotomies and E.C.T (electric convulsive therapy) outlawed. Harpocrates liked getting to know the patients. He was always available to see them in his office. He never flinched when some of the more violent ones threatened him or spat at him. During this time, he was no fool. Harpocrates was well aware that Hybris was carrying on with Polemos, who was married to Ioke (goddess of pursuit, tumult, & battle rout). 

If he wasn’t at the office or palace, he was at home with his children. Though Harpocrated cared for both of his children, there was a special kindredship he had with his daughter Oizys. He always used to call her “My little shadow,” as she followed him everywhere, even accompanying him to the sanatorium. Harpocrates would check in on Momus as it related to his studies. 

If Hybris could go outside their “marriage,” why couldn’t he? At times, Harpocrates would indulge in escorts suggested by the king. Oftentimes, he’d meet up with them at the royal palace. 

After putting the kids to bed late one night, he noticed Hybris appearing to leave, a dark gold velvet cloak already around her shoulders. “And where do you think you're going?,” Harpocrates asked, raising one of his eyebrows. Hybris scoffed, tucking strands of her hair into the cloak. “Since you’re blind, I’ll explain. I’m going out. Polemos called for me.” “Then he’ll have to wait for a more appropriate time. It’s late, the children are in bed, and you’re not leaving,” he said matter-of-factly. Hybris laughed bitterly. “You want to talk about appropriate? Fucking whores right under the queen’s nose is something you’d deem “‘appropriate,”’ she asked. Harpocrates said nothing, his lips a thin line. “Sphinx got your tongue?,” Hybris asked sarcastically. “Mr. Mother, you said so yourself. The children are in bed. Even so, they have no use for me anymore. Not since you’ve been their mother,” she spat out, her words laced with venom. “Maybe they would if you didn’t scream at them like a screeching harpy,” Harpocrates spat back, folding his arms across his chest. He noticed a brief look of hurt on Hybris’ face before she hid it with a smug smile. “Jump into Tartarus,” she whispered as she headed for the door. Harpocrates walked behind her as she made it outside. He grabbed a hold of her arm. “I told you, you’re not leaving,” he said firmly. “And who’s going to stop me?,” she asked, staring him straight in the eyes. Harpocrates didn’t know what took hold of him when he crashed his lips against Hybris’. She was shocked too as she pushed him off her. Hybris smacked Harpocrates across his face, the echo sounding outside. He stumbled a bit, but then pulled her to him, pressing his lips against hers once more. Her lips were warm & soft against his as they parted, allowing Harpocrates’ tongue to slip inside. He tasted their shared breath as they fumbled to remove their clothes. He grabbed ahold of Hybris’ cloak, setting it on the ground. They were now naked and for the first time, he saw just how childbirth affected his wife’s body. Hybris’ hips and backside were rounder, her nipples more pinker & at attention, her breasts more fuller. As he bit his bottle lip, Hybris tackled him, tackling him to the ground on top of the cloak. She straddled his hips as he entered her. Harpocrates enjoyed the sight of Hybris’ breasts moving up and down with each thrust, the way her long white blonde hair laid on her shoulders, and the way she sounded in the throes of pleasure. One of his hands made its way to her pleasure button, his thumb moving against it slow at first, but as she grew louder, Harpocrates increased the pace and intensity of the movement. Before he knew it, Hybris was starting to sound like an opera singer, with how loud she was sounding. “The children,” he whispered, attempting to quiet her as his own hips began jerking. Harpocrates must’ve sounded like a fool himself when he climaxed. They were both out of breath as they collapsed on the cloak, the silver moon of the night sky staring at them.  “So this is what you kept from me on our wedding night?,” Hybris finally said, breaking the silence. She laughed as she climbed on top of him once more. “Woman, are you trying to kill me?,” Harpocrates moaned, grabbing hold to her hips. “I can certainly try,” she replied with a smile, guiding his member inside her. 

Though their newfound “closeness” was a welcome respite, it wasn’t enough to salvage their marriage. Hybris’ refusal to acknowledge her own emotional issues was the major problem. After their children’s induction ceremony, Harpocrates & Hybris sat them both down and told them that they were getting a divorce. He was a bit taken aback from the lack of emotion from the kids, Momus in particular. “Ok. Can we leave now? There’s a goblet of ambrosia with my name on it,” Momus had replied casually. 

At the end of the day, they both knew that ending their marriage was the right thing for their family. Physical attraction wasn’t enough for either of them to hold the marriage together. It was one of the rare instances where Harpocrates acknowledged that Hybris was acting rationally & maturely. He and his ex-wife haven’t really spoken to each other since the divorce, though they have been around each other more since their daughter’s engagement. 

His go-to treat before work is a small black coffee & a sausage, egg, and cheese sandwich (made with ciabatta bread) from The Bread Box.

Harpocrates dresses for comfortability- with a muted color palette of whites, creams, grays, browns. He’s a fan of soft fabrics like silk, wool, & cashmere. Staples in his closet include crisp button downs, turtleneck sweaters, linen pants, oxfords, tennis sneakers, and dress pants. He doesn't mind dressing casually. 

He’s a licensed therapist and psychologist. Harpocrates is the official therapist to the Gods, or “mind doctor” as Zeus says. Aside from the king as a client, other clients include Hades (god of the dead), Asclepius (god of medicine), Dionysus (god of wine), Rhea (Titaness of fertility, motherhood, & comfort), Dionysus (god of wine), Mania (goddess of insanity), as well as Zelus (god of envy, jealousy, & zeal). He offered up his services to Lyrikós when he met up with her at a Summer Solstice Ball, but was turned down. 

He sees other beings as clients too. Harpocrates’ office is located in the Skyline district, on Stormcloud Boulevard. His daughter Oizys (who’s also a licensed therapist) works there as the receptionist. 

His office has a sound machine- which plays soothing atmospheric sounds to calm his clients. Harpocrates also does group sessions, family sessions, couple counseling as well as phone & video sessions. 

A guilty pleasure for him is an order of chicken teriyaki and steamed white rice from The Ocean Roll, the sushi restaurant owned by Poseidon (god of the sea & earthquakes). He also likes the lamb gyros (with extra tzatziki sauce) along with an order of moussaka from The Parthenos Grill, the restaurant owned by Athena (goddess of wisdom). 

Harpocrates has a growing collection of luxury pens that he keeps in a Celestial Bronze case at home. The most expensive one he has so far is a fountain pen made out of Stygian Iron that costs over 2,000 drachmas, a gift from his daughter’s fiance.

He takes the doctor's oath very seriously, respecting the doctor/patient privilege & confidentiality. He doesn't discuss his patients with anyone and doesn't seek out a personal relationship with them. The only time he deviated from this was when he developed feelings for his current girlfriend Sophrosyne (goddess of moderation, temperance, & restraint).

She took his breath away when he set eyes on her at her first therapy session. Harpocrates was tempted to use his telepathy to hear what Sophrosyne was thinking, but decided against it. He listened intently as she spoke about her feelings of inadequacy as a minor goddess, the shadow of her parents being established deities, and her distant relationship with her siblings- namely Nosos (god of illness, plague, & disease) and Apate (goddess of fraud & deception). Harpocrates could’ve sworn he felt a jolt of electricity shoot through his body as he shook Sophrosyne’s hand when the session was over. 

The boundaries between doctor and patient were crossed when he invited Sophrosyne along with a few other clients to a wellness retreat in Thrace. Late one night, Harpocrates was enjoying time to himself, soaking in a hot spring. “May I join you?,” a voice asked. He removed the damp washcloth from his eyes and Sophrosyne stood before him, in a black one-piece bathing suit that clunged to all her slender curves. He nodded his head as she put one gloriously long leg into the spring, followed by the other. Sophrosyne sat at one edge, Harpocrates on the other. The first few minutes were spent in silence before she broke it, with an awful but endearing therapist joke. As the sun was just starting to peak on the horizon, Sophrosyne kissed him, without warning. She pulled back, reacting like she’d just been burnt. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. Harpocrates pulled her to him, kissing her with reckless abandon. Their lips and tongues swirled against each other as she straddled his hips. Harpocrates grabbed onto Sophrosyne’s taut ass while her fingers made its way through his silver-gray strands. Someone clearing their throat broke the moment. They both turned to see a maintenance worker standing before them, an awkward look on his face. “Sorry, but we’re setting up for the morning session,” the maintenance worker said. 

They didn’t speak to each other as they made their way back from the retreat. Harpocrates even canceled Sophrosyne’s upcoming appointment. When she went to apologize & confront him, he yelled out passionately, “I WANT YOU!” Harpocrates couldn’t betray his oath as a professional and doctor. Though he was glad to be honest, he knew a future for them wasn’t possible if he was her therapist. 

It was a few weeks before he saw Sophrosyne again. Harpocrates chuckled, his heart fluttering as he saw her standing in the doorway, with a bouquet of red roses in her hand. She told him that she wanted to be with him, stating that she found another therapist. He just stood there, staring at her, his heart overflowing with desire. “Well say something,” Sophrosyne whispered, staring intently at him. Harpocrates pulled her to him, kissing her wholly. They almost made love in his office before they both pulled away. They had an honest conversation- with Harpocrates opening up to Sophrosyne about his marriage and that he didn’t want their relationship to start out with sex. They both made the decision that they would remain celibate until the time was right. 

Harpocrates loves waking up next to Sophrosyne, the scent of her shampoo tickling his nose when she sleeps over at his place sometimes. He appreciates the fact that she checks in throughout the day with a text or voicemail. Sometimes, they’ll spend the whole night talking- about everything before falling asleep in each other’s arms. She’lll also sometimes stop by his office, with a home-cooked meal for lunch. Harpocrates loves Sophrosyne’s smothered chicken with rice and gravy. 

He’s a fan of silent films. 

His “little shadow” is little no longer as Oizys is currently engaged to Moros (god of doom), who happens to be Sophrosyne’s elder brother. Them all meeting together at the engagement dinner was awkward to say the least. Not only did Moros have to impress him, Harpocrates had to gain his favor as well as his parents- Nyx (goddess of the night) & Erebus (god of darkness). 

It’s been a bit better, navigating the complicated interpersonal relationships with the five of them, but Harpocrates approves of Moros, calling him an “upstanding man and deity.” He can tell that Moros and his daughter deeply care & love one another. Watching Oizys smile is the best gift any father could ask for. 

Harpocrates’ relationship with his son has also gotten a bit better since the divorce, though Momus hasn’t completely warmed to Sophrosyne. Harpocrates wasn’t the least bit surprised at his son’s bluntness when he read his memoir, Megalomaniac. His son knew the truth about he & his mother’s marriage before they could admit it to themselves. 

In the pantheon, his closest friend is Hesychia (goddess of quiet, stillness, rest, & silence). Despite the constant rumors, they’ve never once slept with each other. She was a big help to him in the early years as she helped him with the kids, providing Oizys and Momus with a gentleness to counteract Hybris’ brashness. She was the first being he talked to about his feelings for Sophrosyne. 

Harpocrates is also friends with Hestia (goddess of the hearth), Pathos (god of emotion); a fellow therapist, Soter (god of safety), Pallas (Titan god of battle & warcraft), Favian (god of philosophy), Soteria (goddess of safety), Cocytus (Titan god of wailing & lamentation), Paean (goddess of physicians), Chiron (the immortal centaur), Logos (god of stories), Phoebe (Titaness of prophecy, the moon, radiant intellect, & mystery), Coeus (Titan god of foresight, intellect, & knowledge), Ktesios (god of the household), Iapetus (Titan god of mortality, pain, & death), as well as some of The Ourea- Tmolus, Oreios, & Athos.

He dislikes Psionikós (god of the mind).

Chai ice cream is Harpocrates’ favorite frozen treat. At home, he tops them with chopped peanuts & almonds. 

On TV, he tunes in at night to his son’s late night talk show The Agnostic Network. Harpocrates also enjoys watching documentaries, the family drama series I Klironomiá, the crime drama series The Belladonnas, the suspense drama series The Mourning Game, in addition to true crime programs. A recent favorite for him has been the historical drama show Gigantus, which is set in the time of the Gigantomachy. 

Harpocrates is planning on publishing a book of essays. He’s currently on his last draft.

His favorite meal is pastitsio, which he makes perfectly along with green bean casserole. 

In his free time Harpocrates enjoys tai chi, swimming, reading (literary fiction, suspense, mystery, & magical realism), chess, football (soccer), boxing, going to museums, gardening, yoga, going to the cinema, playing pool, hiking, poker, birdwatching, horseback riding, basketball, and working out. 

“Three may keep a secret, if two of them are dead.”

[abookishdreamer]

Character Intro: Oizys (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nicknames- The Woeful Goddess by the people of Olympius

Mrs. Black by Aphrodite

Darling by Moros

Ozzy by Momus

Sweetie by Hybris

Sweetheart by Harpocrates

Age- 28 (immortal)

Location- Arcadia Heights, New Olympus

Personality- Oizys is soft-spoken and introspective with a great emotional depth often misunderstood by others. She’s deeply attuned to emotions- both her own & those of others, especially in regards to sadness & anxiety. She’s also intelligent- posing a quiet resilience despite her neuroticism. She’s engaged. 

She has the standard abilities of a goddess. As the goddess of anxiety, misery, depression, & grief her other powers/abilities include limited umbrakinesis, flight; by way of her black crow-like wings that she can sprout from her back (that are highly sensitive & comes with rips and tears), limited memory manipulation, fatigue inducement in others (temporarily), being able to temporarily induce feelings or thoughts of misery, grief, worry, despair, and other negative emotions upon others (verbally or non-verbally), as well as cause cognitive distortions, limited hydrokinesis; as it relates to tears, ponds, rivers, and puddles, in addition being able to communicate with/shapeshift into cats, ravens, crows, elephants, wolves, & dogs.

The cypress & willow are her sacred trees while the asphodel, poppy, and anemone are her sacred flowers/plants.

Oizys is fluent in Latin.

A notable feature is her ivory skin, her face covered in faint freckles.  

Her natural scent is that of old paper- a combination of musty, earthy, woody, and slightly sweet or vanilla-like notes. 

Oizys is the only daughter of her parents- Harpocrates (god of silence & discretion) and Hybris (goddess of insolence, hubris, & reckless pride).

She has a fraternal twin brother, Momus (god of mockery, satire, & ridicule). 

Oizys splits her time between Olympius and the Underworld. After the wedding between her & her fiance Moros (god of doom), Oizys will be making a permanent move to the Underworld, living in Moros’ mansion as man and wife. She’s currently studying for the Chthonian citizenship test. 

Her primary address is a brownstone in the Arcadia Heights neighborhood of New Olympus. There’s a small garden near her brownstone- overgrown with black thorned roses, her favorite flower. 

Inside, the primary color scheme is muted shades of  grays, blacks, deep blues, and browns- with hints of dark red, due to the velvet embroidered curtains that hang from the windows. The furnishings are a mix of antique & modern- with many of the furniture being Victorian-inspired upholstered with baroque patterned fabrics. The walls are lined with framed black & white photography in addition to gothic paintings. In the living room, there’s an ornate obsidian fireplace. The flooring is a glossy dark oak. The kitchen is the smallest room in her place, complete with modern appliances and dark mahogany cupboards. There’s smouldering incense sticks as well as an air purifier in her bedroom, where the flooring is covered in dark gray velvet carpeting. Her plush dark oak four poster bed is covered in black & dark gray cotton pillows and satin and silk sheets. 

Her favorite jewelry accessory is her engagement ring- an exquisite seven carat double-pronged solitaire cut grey spinel ring with a platinum band. It’s said that Momus went to Hades (god of the dead), who designed & made the ring.

When traveling in the city or in the Underworld, Oizys primarily uses public transportation- namely the train. She also gets around in her steel gray vintage hatchback. 

Oizys and her fiance share a pet, a hellhound puppy- a girl named Ashlyn. She gets to see her fiance and their puppy when she travels to the Underworld for a visit every week. Oizys just thinks that Ashlyn is the sweetest, despite her already massive size compared to a full grown regular dog. On her last visit, she knitted a black sweater for Ashlyn to wear. Oizys took several pictures of Ashlyn in the sweater, posting it on her Fatestagram page. She loves going on an early walk through Shadowstone Park in the Underworld with Moros & Ashlyn.

She likes listening to classical, alternative, folk, classic pop, and indie rock music. Oizys declares herself  “the number-one fan” of her fiance’s music, especially liking his song “Isolation Station,” taking in the soulful timbre of his deep voice. She also likes the oread vocalist Alma, the chthonic lampade folk singer Anaïs Vespero, as well as the oread singer Orithyia- her stage name being O. Lately, Oizys has been getting into the album Whispers of Melancholia, which was released by nephelai pop singer Pale Blu.

“Adagio for Strings” is her smartphone's ringtone.

A go-to drink for her is lavender tea, which she makes every morning. She also likes ginger ale, early grey tea, mineral water, vanilla almond milk, red wine, beer (likes Asphodel Lager), vodka martinis, pomegranate juice, ouzo spritzes, cranberry juice, old fashioneds, medium chocolate milkshakes from The Frozen Spoon, as well as black velvet cocktails. Usuals from The Roasted Bean include espresso, medium london fog lattes, and a medium iced black tea. 

She sometimes stays in nearby hotels in Komotini when she visits her father.

As a godling, Oizys always had a melancholic disposition. It was noted that she was silent when her & her brother was born, as it took almost the entire day for her to finally cry and once she did, her wailing didn’t stop. When Oizys would cry, it sounded like she was in pain, her tiny arms, legs, & face scrunched up as she cried and cried for hours. Her mother Hybris would rock her, burp her, as well as nurse her, but nothing would work. There was even a moment of exasperation where Hybris yelled at her, screaming at the top of her lungs for “a damn respite,” which only made Oizys cry even more. It was her father Harpocrates, who cradled a newborn Oizys against his chest, his steady heartbeat thumping against her ear as he softly sang a lullaby in Old Greek that finally got Oizys to quiet down. 

As a golding, the two most important men in her life were her father and brother. Oizys loves shadowing Harpocrates as she saw the work he did, working in an asylum for the criminally insane. Back in those days, there wasn’t much literature & studies on mental afflictions. To any other child, the front steps of the Drepáni Sanatorium would’ve made them cower or run away, but not Oizys. She kept a firm grip on her father’s hand as they made their way inside. 

She looked on curiously as her father talked with some of the patients- including a woman who was strapped in a straitjacket, weeping incessantly at her “little lost souls,” referring to her children. Oizys watched as Harpocrates listened intently, never once interrupting her. It was much later when she found out that the woman was sent there after being found guilty of drowning her children in a lake by her house. 

Oizys’ relationship with her mother, on the other hand, was less than favorable. Sure, Hybris wasn’t outright physically abusive, but her infamous temper was well known in the family as well as the pantheon. Any minute thing would be enough to set her mother off, which would lead Hybris in a long profanity-laced tirade. Oizys was extra careful not to say or do anything that would tip her mother off. Momus, on the other hand, enjoyed pissing their mother off. He would spit venom back at Hybris, defiant. 

Momus was, and still is her protector. Oftentimes when they were alone at home- with their father in his office or her mom parading around with Polemos (god of the war cry), they were left to their own devices. A common fantasy they both had would be them running away to the Underworld to become chthonic deities instead of Olympians.

Oizys and her brother were homeschooled, taught by Mnemosyne (Titaness of memory & language). She found herself particularly drawn to the histories, especially the Titanomachy. Oizys thought about the immense suffering the beings went through during the reign of The Mad Titan- Kronos (Titan god of the harvest, time, & fate). The time of The Black Death, where illnesses ravaged the three realms. She pondered about how many family members cried out as their loved ones were beheaded and hung. How many mothers brought on the demise of their own children to keep them from starving. The endless hopelessness the harpies had while being were carted away from their homes and sent to internment camps where they were further separated from their family members, watching them being sent away to their deaths, unable to do anything.

As Oizys got older, she started exhibiting self harming behaviors, often kept in the privacy of her room. Whether it was her mom screaming at her or thinking about other beings’ daily sufferings (which hers paled in comparison), she found brief respite in curing into her flesh (mainly her arms and legs) with a Stygian Iron pocket knife- which Oizys took from her mother’s belongings. Watching the ichor trickle out little by little before it would be a constant steady flow along with the sharp pain was an immediate reminder of the pain that still existed in the realm. Many beings were suffering and there was nothing Oizys could do about it. 

One night after dinner, Momus caught her in the midst of cutting in her bedroom. His eyes widened in confusion & horror- shifting from the ichor trickling down Oizys’ pale arm to the blade in her trembling hand. “The fuck is this? Ozzy, what are you doing?,” Momus finally asked as he quickly walked to her, gently grabbing the blade out of her hand. Oizys shook her head, weeping. Her lower lip trembled as tears poured out of her eyes. She watched as the tear drops landed on the dark oak floor below her feet. “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry,” she whispered. “Do you hate me?,” Oizys asked. Momus shook his head, tearing off a piece from her bedspread, wrapping her arm with it. “I could never hate you Ozzy. That’s reserved for Mother and Father,” he replied, giving her a small smile. That comment shouldn’t have made her chuckle, but it did. She rested her head on Momus’ shoulder as he wrapped a comforting arm around her. “Why didn’t you tell me? We talk about everything else,” he said. Oizys sniffled. “I don’t know. I was scared that you’d be angry with me. That you might tell Father and Mother, I don’t know. I was trying to release my melancholy,” she explained. Momus sighed. “We made an unspoken pact at birth. What happens between us, stays between us. I don’t like seeing you in pain. It hurts me, ok?,” he replied. Oizys nodded her head against his shoulder. “We’re going to work together to look for other ways to release the melancholy. She sounds like a bitch from the depths of Tartarus,” he added, prompting Oizys to laugh. Ever since that day, she hasn’t picked up a blade. 

Oizys typically wears her long dark hair out. She’s a fan of the Glory’s Crown black vanilla products in addition to the lavender refreshing hair mist. She also styles her hair in messy buns & ponytails as well as a single braid running down her back. 

Her personal fashion style is often described as “sophisticated normalcore.” Instead of bright, vibrant hues, Oizys favors colors that evoke a sense of melancholy or introspection. Gray, dark blue, black, and muted greens and browns are fitting. These colors can be found in natural materials like linen, wool, or even denim, which could be styled in a modern way. She’s a fan of flowing comfortable fabrics like soft knit. Staples in her closet include linen midi dresses & skirts, ankle boots, ballet style heels, sneakers, oversized draped sweater dresses, turtleneck cashmere sweaters, leggings, peasant blouses, skinny jeans, as well as simple tees. 

When it comes to jewelry, she keeps it simple with distressed leather and white gold. Besides her engagement ring, Oizys’ other favorite jewelry piece that she always wears is a simple white gold necklace with a weeping willow charm, a gift from her father at her & her brother’s joint induction ceremony.

Oizys wears little to no makeup, emphasizing a natural, unadorned look. She just wears moisturizing lavender scented lotion and lip balm on her lips- her favorite being the vanilla chai one from LipCalm, the brand of Hygieia (goddess of hygiene & cleanliness). 

A typical breakfast for her is the whole wheat breakfast burrito (made with scrambled eggs, roasted potatoes, spinach, black olives, & onions) from The Bread Box. At home or at Moros’ place, Oizys likes a bowl of cereal- either Pom Bombs or Earthly Harvest’s raisin crunch. She also enjoys a bowl of her fiance’s cornmeal porridge, which is his mom’s recipe. Whenever Oizys visits her brother at the Grand Eaglepoint Hotel (where he’s currently staying), she likes ordering the eggs florentine along with turkey bacon for breakfast. 

At home in New Olympus, a typical start to Oizys’ day starts with a cold shower and a cup of tea before a quick phone call to Moros. Afterwards, she goes on a run through the neighborhood and Cyllenius Park. If she’s able to, before work, Oizys will attend a pilates class at the Zenesphere yoga studio, which is owned by Pasithea (goddess of hallucinations & relaxation).

A nasty habit she has that she’s trying to correct is cigarette smoking. Oizys especially likes the brand of Plutopack cigarettes. 

Her relationship with her father Harpocrates is still pretty close, as she works as his receptionist at his office, which is located in the Skyline district of New Olympus. Oizys handles setting up appointments for her father’s clients. 

She’s also a licensed therapist herself, specializing in grief counseling.

Some years ago, Hybris came to see Oizys at her place, where she broke down, crying at her daughter’s feet. “I’m sorry I didn’t love you like I was supposed to. I’m sorry that I made you feel unsafe,” Hybris wept as snot from her nose ran down her face, mixed with her tears. Oizys didn’t judge or condemn her mother. She wrapped her arm around Hybris, bringing her inside. After talking for a few hours, Oizys came to the revelation that her mother suffered from histrionic personality disorder- a mental health condition characterized by a pervasive pattern of excessive emotionality and attention-seeking behavior. 

The classic Grecian sandwich (made with toasted sourdough bread, pickled red onions, diced kalamata olives, sliced cucumbers, creamy boursin, fresh arugula, dried oregano, as well as a drizzle of balsamic reduction) is her favorite thing to get from The Bread Box, along with a small onion & mushroom soup.

Oizys’ main source of income comes from overseeing the national suicide hotline number in Olympius. She’s prepping her assistant, a lampade named Annora Galeveil to take over the position when she moves to the Underworld. 

Her all time favorite dessert is the chocolate souffle. She gets it at Salon du Sucre, the patisserie owned by Aphrodite (goddess of love & beauty). She also likes the lavender tiramisu from the Grand Eaglepoint Hotel’s dessert menu.

Other anxious habits Oizys presents are teeth grinding and nail biting. She does this when feeling stressed or when she’s trying to self-soothe. 

Oizys was the official mentor to Achlys (goddess of the death mist, poison, misery, & sadness). This was how she initially came into contact with Moros, who is Achlys’ eldest brother. 

During the period of mentorship, she resided in a guest room at the Mansion of Night, where Achlys lived along with a few of her siblings as well as her parents- Nyx (goddess of the night) & Erebus (god of darkness). Oizys couldn’t explain it, but she felt an immediate sense of peace when she first arrived in the Underworld. It was refreshing to be around like minded beings that shared some proclivities with her. 

She and her mentee connected on a personal level, a true friendship developing between them. Oizys admired Achlys’ tenderness, raw vulnerability, and artistry as she flipped through pages of a book which had tattoo designs. 

Oizys caught a brief glimpse of Moros one night and continued to see him frequently throughout the mentorship. She knew of him beforehand through her history teachings. He was the Master of Coin, holding a seat in The Mad Titan’s council. Oizys wondered to herself if Moros felt anything as he witnessed the atrocities that soon befell the realm. A brief polite greeting soon turned into deep conversations at cornered locations in the mansion. Soon, Oizys’ thoughts were filled with Moros- the sound of his deep voice, the awkward yet charming way he rubbed at his jaw, and his penetrating dark gaze. 

They established a newfound sense of closeness at the induction celebration party of Achlys. She and Oizys performed a chthonic folk song on the piano (one of the few times she has ever sang publicly). Oizys kept her eyes closed the entire time, fearing that her voice would crack if her eyes looked out at the guests. After a few minutes, they finished the song and the guests erupted in applause. Moros clapped too, with Oizys noticing him flicking away a tear from his eye. 

Her time at the Underworld came to an end, or so she thought when Moros asked her out on a date. Oizys jumped at the opportunity, saying yes. The sailboat ride on the River Lethe was the most relaxed she’d ever felt. The sexual tension between them as he walked her back to The Midnight Manor (a luxury hotel) was so thick, it could’ve been cut with an adamantine blade. She never acted spontaneous before, but something inside willed her to make a move, so she did. Oizys reached on her tipped toes, kissing Moros. He gladly obliged and she didn’t want it to end. Oizys loved feeling his soft full lips on hers, which tasted like dark chocolate. She loved feeling the stubble of his jaw on her skin. It took every bit of self control not to invite Moros to her room, but Oizys remembered the promise she vowed to herself. She pulled away, breathless. She told him that she was remaining a virgin until she was married. Her heart fluttered when Moros said with a small smile, “I guess we’ll have to wait until we’re married.”

Dark chocolate ice cream is her favorite frozen treat along with pomegranate sorbet. 

She can play the piano, cello, and organ.

Now after a couple of years together, Oizys and Moros are engaged. He proposed to her after riding hellhorses at the Oloē Fields Ranch, his parents’ business. As Oizys got off her horse, in one fell swoop, Moros got down on one knee, presenting her with a ring. Her whole body shook as she cried, tears of happiness. “The nay-sayers will declare that misery loves company. I’d love nothing more to spend all of eternity being miserable with you,” he joked, prompting Oizys to giggle. “I want to be your husband. Will you be my wife,” Moros asked. “Etiam mea!,” she exclaimed, nodding her head. 

Aside from falling in love with Moros, Achlys, Nyx, & Erebus, she fell in love with the rest of the family- Keres (goddess of violent death), Nosos (god of illness, plague, & disease), Arae (goddess of curses & hexes), Nemesis (goddess of retribution), Hemera (goddess of the day), Thanatos (god of death), Aether (god of the upper atmosphere, celestial bodies, & heavenly light), and Hypnos (god of sleep). 

Despite not physically meeting Apate (goddess of fraud & deception), Oizys had a brief conversation with her on the phone when Moros made the call. 

Her relationship with Moros’ sister Sophrosyne (goddess of moderation, temperance, & restraint) is entering a new dynamic as she’s dating Harpocrates. Oizys likes her enough, thinking that Sophrosyne is nice and thoughtful, but finds it weird that her & her father are in relationships with members of the same family. 

A guilty pleasure for her are the spicy barbecue wings from Olympic Chef. Oizys will typically order six along with a small order of potato wedges. She also likes the miso soup from The Ocean Roll, the sushi restaurant owned by Poseidon (god of the sea & earthquakes).

Oizys is enjoying her “wedding gift” from Nyx, a wedding designer, a lampade named Draconia. To appease Hybris, she suggested that she can help Draconia with the wedding planning. Thus far, Oizys has been the mediator to several arguments between her mom and Draconia.

When she moves to the Underworld, she’s planning on opening an office in the Apshodel Row neighborhood. 

In the pantheon Oizys is also friends with Cocytus (Titan god of wailing & lamentation), Hestia (goddess of the hearth), The Moirai (Clotho, Lachesis, & Atropos), Pathos (god of emotion), Penia (goddess of poverty), Androktasia (Andi) (goddess of battlefield slaughter), The Furies (Megaera, Tisiphone, & Alecto), Ponos (god of hard labor & toil), Neféloma (goddess of space & dark matter), Kakia (goddess of vice & moral wrongdoing), Limos (goddess of starvation & famine), Ptocheia (goddess of beggary), Porus (god of resourcefulness), and Asteria (Titaness of falling stars, astrology, magic, necromancy, and nocturnal oracles & prophecies).

She’s also still close with a family friend, Hesychia (goddess of quiet, stillness, rest, & silence). Her hugs still bring Oizys comfort, as Hesychia was a focal point in her early godhood, providing a kind of maternal guidance. 

Oizys was surprised to say the least about the revelations she read in Momus' published memoir, Megalomaniac.

Her other official business is a brand of stress-relief balls called StressLess. Beings can buy variations of stress balls on the official website, which Achlys helped design. The balls provide a physical outlet for stress and anxiety through squeezing and manipulation, helping to relieve tension & promote relaxation.

She’s currently worried about the upcoming bachelorette party, which is being planned by Moros’ aunt, Empusa (goddess of shapeshifting). 

Oizys and Moros made their official public debut as a couple at the Olympian Gala, where the event's theme was "A Night at the Opera." She wore a full length taupe silk-taffeta gown along with full length black leather gloves & black croc leather elevated ghillie platform heels from the fashion brand skoúro ankáthi- the designer being a lampade named Ronan Ashenheart. The fashion brand is known for its modern take on the Victorian style. The only makeup Oizys wore was shimmery black eyeshadow while her hair was done in a voluminous Edwardian style updo. She borrowed a piece of jewelry to wear to the event- the Bleeding Heart necklace from Euryphaessa. The necklace is a 60 carat red diamond cut into a heart like shape surrounded by miniature red sapphires and set in platinum & white diamonds. It's the most expensive piece, coming in at 350 million drachmas! The necklace is currently on display at the New Olympus Museum of Modern Art.

She’s been getting more interested in music, especially watching the creative process of Moros. Oizys even helped co-write a song of his titled “Serenade of Shades.” They even recorded it at a recording studio in the city. They almost made love, before Moros pulled away. “The vow,” he replied with a wink, breathlessly. Oizys couldn’t help but blush when she noticed the bulge in his pants. He hasn’t released the song, at her insistence. 

When Oizys is watching TV, she likes true crime shows, historical documentaries (centered around tragedies), the sci-fi anthology series Singularities, as well as the dramedy show The Night of Girlfriends. She also tunes into the crime drama series The Belladonnas with Moros, while Ashlyn lays on her lap.

Her favorite meals include Moros’ spinach salad and her father’s pastitsio. 

In her free time Oizys enjoys meditation, pottery, oil painting, writing in her journal, acupuncture, embroidery (is part of The Moirai’s sewing/knitting circle), going to the opera, reading (literary fiction, psychological dramas, & gothic poetry), going to the theater, gardening, hiking, ballet, and chess. She’s also been getting into figure skating!

"Depression is living in a body that fights to survive- with a mind that tries to die."

[abookishdreamer]

Character Intro: Momus (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nicknames- The Dark Jester by the people of Olympius

Bud by Oizys

Mr. Masquerade by Aphrodite

Sir Prick by Pheme

Age- 28 (immortal)

Location- Downtown New Olympus

Personality- Momus unapologetically outspoken- a true provocateur. He doesn’t shy away from delivering harsh truths even if he’s perceived as rude or offensive. He often uses humor & exaggeration to expose the hypocrisy and absurdity in society, culture, as well as politics. He’s also unafraid to challenge authority & established norms. He’s casually dating.

He has the standard abilities of a god except shapeshifting. As the god of mockery, satire, ridicule, criticism, scorn, complaint, & blame his other powers/abilities include vocal mimicry; can copy any sound he just heard perfectly, inducing painful uncontrollable laughter in others (temporarily), having an innate sense of a being’s insecurities, inducing feelings of self-doubt in others (temporarily), as well as being able to curse someone to shout out insults, also temporarily. 

Momus is fluent in Latin, French, and Serpentis.

A notable physical feature are his piercing intense eyes- black with flecks of dark blue.

Momus is the only son of his parents- Hybris (goddess of insolence, hubris, & reckless pride) and Harpocrates (god of silence & discretion). His parents have been divorced for many years.

He has one sibling- his fraternal twin sister Oizys (goddess of anxiety, misery, & depression). 

Momus has many tattoos. A favorite one of his is of a giant middle finger, which covers his entire back. 

He is always smelling like cologne- the more expensive, the better. A favorite is Mystique, which was released by Pseudologos (god of lies), his favorite deity in the Olympian Pantheon!

Momus is currently looking around for a place to buy to live permanently in Olympius’ capital, New Olympus, which is also the country’s largest city. 

His current address is a deluxe suite, room #102 at the Grand Eaglepoint Hotel, a luxury five-star hotel chain owned by Zeus (god of the sky, thunder, & lightning), the King of Olympius. This particular hotel is located between the corners of Platinum Street and Brontios Avenue, in downtown New Olympus.

The deluxe suite has the standard design. A spacious layout- with separate living & dining spaces, with there also being a dining room. There are panoramic windows draped in metallic silver and gold velvet curtains while the walls are painted off- white and gray. The flooring is gold & silver embroidered carpeting, which has patterns of lightning bolts. There’s also a sizable kitchenette as well as chrome finishes and high-end fixtures in the bathroom- with marble flooring. There’s a large iCHOR Tech flat screen TV mounted on the wall facing the large king sized bed, which is draped in luxurious sheets & pillows in colors of white, gray, cream, and gold. There are amenities like high-speed internet access along with smart room controls that can allow him to adjust lighting, temperature, and other settings for optimal comfort. Momus’ room also has a private balcony. There’s also a plush linen sofa along with two leather armchairs. 

A few things hang inside the white oak chest, but the rest of Momus’ things are in his suitcases. 

He considers his smartphone, laptop, and tablet to be his lifelines. Momus has also recently purchased a typewriter. 

Momus is a fan of rap, punk rock, jazz, hip-hop, EDM, & classic rock music. He has downloads of songs from his favorite music artists like Spectre (an Underworld cyclops rapper), DJ Whitesmoke (a nephelai DJ), the heavy metal Underworld band Kronion Park, 24K Static- the stage name of the rapper Chrysos (god of gold & riches), GA-zelle (a dryad rapper), Eurydice (a dryad singer/rapper), as well as the hip-hop group Legionnaires- who’s based from the San Anax neighborhood in New Olympus. 

Dark blue, silver, and black are Momus’ favorite colors.

A go-to drink for him is a dirty martini. He also likes champagne, a scotch on the rocks, vodka tonics, rum & cokes, sazeracs, red wine, manhattans, whiskey sours, and beer- his favorite brand being Ambrosia Brewery. A usual from The Roasted Bean is a red eye, a standard drip coffee drink with a shot of espresso poured on top. He’s been ordering them more frequently since his latest venture into screenwriting, going to the one in the Lunar district- where it’s open 24/7!

Momus is a recreational user of pot and lotus tiles. He also smokes cigarettes & cigars in addition to using a vape pen, which has black cherry flavored vapor. 

Growing up as an offspring of minor deities was inconsequential for him. He and his family more or less lived under the radar amongst the public and Gods, far after the many notable events in the realm- the Titanomachy, the Gigantomachy, as well the Battle of Gods & Monsters, where the Gods fought against Typhon, a monstrous giant. 

The “marriage of convenience” that Zeus and the Queen, Hera (goddess of women & marriage) had couldn’t hold a candle to the “marriage” his parents had. Even now, he wonders what they saw in each other, if they even saw anything that they liked. For as long as Momus could remember, he knew that his mom was carrying on with Polemos (god of the war cry) while the “late night” therapy appointments his father would rush to would be a rendezvous with an escort at a room in the royal palace on Mt. Olympus, much to the discretion of the king. 

The only true constant thing in his life (then & now) is his sister Oizys. Even as godlings, they had a close blond and Momus is fiercely protective of her now. They can be brutally honest with each other, even as godlings as Oizys would experience bouts of melancholy or wax poetic about existential crises. A common fantasy they had as children would be where they would run away to the Underworld to become chthonic deities, leaving their parents behind. 

Neither he nor his sister were surprised when Harpocrates and Hybris sat down with them some time after their joint induction ceremony to tell them that they were getting a divorce. For the first time since he was a godling, Momus felt a positive emotion after hearing the news, relief. 

A typical start to Momus’ mornings at the hotel is late. After a quick cold shower, he awaits the delivery of The Oracle newspaper along with his room service breakfast. All of Momus’ other mail is sent to his sister’s place.

A typical breakfast for him is an order of eggs royale, a twist on the eggs benedict- which has smoked salmon and hollandaise sauce instead. Momus will have that along with a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, a cup of premium black tea, as well as a bowl of vanilla whiskey porridge topped with warm berry compote. 

He’ll then go for his private workout at the Fit to be a God gym with his personal trainer, a cyclops named Ourean. 

The time he had with his parents when he was young wasn’t all that terrible. In a way, Momus respects them more now than he ever did. Harpocrates taught him how the mind can be the most powerful weapon while Hybris instilled in her son to fight for & demand respect as a minor deity. 

His general fashion style is cool and flashy. When it comes to his clothes, Momus is a firm believer of “quality over quantity.” He also likes deliberately clashing various styles- like a formal top with casual bottoms or vice versa as well as mixing high-end and low-end items in a way that is intentionally jarring. Momus is also a fan of bold streetwear- like the fashion label ViVoTrack, which was created by Hermes (god of roads, travelers, thieves, merchants, messengers, speed, trade, sports, borders, thoughts, communications, money, & luck). He’s also a fan of the sneaker brand Airopolis, which was also created by the messenger god too.

When it comes to jewelry, Momus is a fan of platinum, diamond, & gold. His mother gifted him a pair of chunky diamond studs for his last birthday. 

He has 25 million followers on Fatestagram with nearly half that many subscribers on PanopTube. 

One of his favorite frozen treats is banana chocolate-chip ice cream. He also likes dark cherry sorbet, getting a large cup of each at The Frozen Spoon.

Momus’ sister Oizys is his “in case of emergency” contact. They don’t live too far from each other, as she resides in the Arcadia Heights neighborhood of the city. They talk on the phone as well as text daily. She even visits him at the hotel- where they partake in the mini-bottles of alcohol in his room’s mini-fridge in addition to a relaxing deep tissue massage and time in the steam room in the hotel’s state-of-the-art spa. 

He primarily gets around in the city through use of public transportation, mainly the subway. Momus also uses the Nimbus rideshare service- having the app on his smartphone.

A guilty pleasure for him is an order of olympian sized onion rings from Olympic Chef. He orders it along with a 10 piece of lemon pepper wings. 

Momus’ relationship with his parents is by no means perfect, but far better than it has been in several decades. He’s been finding it interesting getting to truly know his parents as individuals. He has definitely grown closer to his mother Hybris as he’s visited her several times where she lives in Themyscira. Momus kills two birds with one stone as he also uses this time to flirt with some Amazons. He feels like he & his mother are cut from the same cloth- with their bluntness and unapologetic attitude. A common activity they do together in Themyscira is ride their dirt bikes along the sand dunes. 

He’s had some late night dinners with his father Harpocrates at his place where he lives in the state of Thrace. With their discussions, Momus picks up instantly on his father using therapist tricks to get him to open up. He likes jokingly pissing Harpocrates off by answering with rhetorical responses. 

Momus often frequents the royal palace on Mt. Olympus, not to see the king, but to get his teeth whitened at the medical office of Paean (goddess of physicians). 

The croque monsieur sandwich along with a garden salad (topped with extra cracked black pepper & balsamic dressing) is his go-to thing to get from The Bread Box.

Momus is a professional stand-up comedian! His particular style of comedy is a mixture of self-deprecating, observational, and dark comedy. Momus is infamously known for calling beings out in the audience during a set, casting a spotlight on them. In his stand-up routines, he calls out everyone, even the Gods in the pantheon- including himself. The poster advertising Momus’ most recent comedy tour The Adventures of a Self-destructive Narsisstic was a photo of his mug shot from a few months ago when he was arrested for public indecency after he urinated on the steps of a subway’s entrance while intoxicated and high on lotus dust. 

He has filmed fifteen comedy specials- his most popular one being All Gods are Dead. 

The banana creme pie from Hollyhock’s Bakery is his all time favorite dessert. 

Momus is also in the publication industry, having released a debut memoir titled Megalomaniac. In the book (which spans nearly 500 pages), he goes in depth about his early life as a godling as well as his early godly career after his induction ceremony. The most notable detail in the book (out of many) was when he wrote about the time he saw his mother and Polemos hooking up in the chambers of the King & Queen at the royal palace!

He’s also the founder and editor-in-chief of an edgy political magazine Diaireménoi Stekómaste, which offers a bold, dark, satirical take on political, social issues & multi-realm news. 

Momus also draws political cartoons for The Oracle newspaper in addition to being a freelance writer for it, as well as being a contributing writer for Modern Olympus magazine, which is owned by Clymene (Titaness of fame & renown). 

In the pantheon, the closest being aside from his sister that he considers a true friend is Koros (god of surfeit & disdain). Momus finds Koros’ bluntness refreshing, a welcome treat away from the fake plastered smiles of most in the pantheon. He also likes the music of his friend’s punk rock band Dissonance Machine, where Koros is the lead singer. Momus even accompanied Koros & his band on their latest national tour for several shows- including their largest performance at the Miaiphonos Stadium in the state of Sparta. The stage being set on fire by The Red Queen, Koros’ animal companion, a she-dragon named Jubilee, was the highlight for Momus!

At The Alpha Room nightclub, he also hooked up with a maenad alongside Koros. They met her at the club, where they all snorted several lines of lotus dust. 

Momus is well known in the public for his late night sketch comedy/talk show The Agnostic Network, which is essentially his magazine as a live action format, complete with hilarious sketches. His show & magazine has garnered its fair share of acclaim and controversy. The most notable and infamous episode is where Momus started the show with a moment of silence in tribute to Prometheus (Titan god of afterthought), who at the time was awaiting trial for “crimes against the crown.” He ended the show with a ten minute speech, tearing into Zeus for the way he handled punishing one of their own.

He found the king’s response typical- whining like a little bitch posting a five page response on Fatestagram.

In the pantheon he’s also cool with Neicus (god of debate & appeal), Favian (god of philosophy), Alastor (god of blood feuds & vengeance), Nomos (god of laws), Palaestra (goddess of wrestling), Litismós (goddess of culture), The Furies (Megaera, Tisiphone, & Alecto), Adephagia (goddess of gluttony), Epimetheus (Titan god of afterthought), Dimósia (goddess of debate), Keres (goddess of violent death), Palioxis (goddess of backrush & retreat), Androktasia (Andi) (goddess of battlefield slaughter), The Gray Sisters (Deino, Enyo, & Pemphredo), Mania (goddess of insanity), Apate (goddess of fraud & deception), as well as Phonos (god of murder). 

Surprisingly, Momus has been a mentor twice- to Thalia (muse of comedy) and Gelos (god of laughter).  

He’s also close with a close family friend- Hesychia (goddess of quiet, stillness, rest, & silence), who is good friends with his father. Growing up, she gave the soft maternal affection towards him and Oizys, while their mother preferred yelling at them. 

Momus also admires Pseudologos’ son, Dolos (god of deception & treachery). 

He also respects the hell out of Pan (god of the wild, satyrs, shepherds, & rustic music) for turning away from the pantheon.

Momus’ “frenemy” is Pheme (goddess of fame). Their late night shows rivals in viewership numbers. 

Outside the pantheon, he’s cool with the infamous gorgon sisters, Stheno and Euryale. Momus has attended many of their high stakes poker games. 

He’s been traveling to the Underworld a lot more ever since his sister got engaged to Moros (god of doom). Momus had been there well before, the most notable time being at the premier of Keres’ film Blooddancer. 

Momus is cool with his soon-to-be brother-in-law, even if he finds Moros’ general disposition to be… dull. Momus also thinks that Moros is insanely talented with the music he’s released thus far. His personal favorite song is “Armageddon.”

There’s been an “interesting” development with he and his sister’s relationship with the most well known chthonic family as their father Harpocrates is currently in a relationship with Moros’ sister, Sophrosyne (goddess of moderation, temperance, & restraint). The initial dinner with the five of them at Moros’ place was awkward to say the least. Momus doesn’t really know what to think of Sophrosyne. Is she just “dad’s girlfriend” or will he be calling her “mother” soon?

A new wrinkle in the mess is the fact that Momus hooked up with Moros’ aunt Empusa (goddess of shapeshifting) after the engagement dinner at the Blackhorn Steakhouse restaurant, located in the Underworld. He was instantly attracted to her when he saw Empusa walk in, a statuesque goddess dressed in body sculpting black latex, loving the black on her dark skin. She sat beside him at the table and Momus could’ve sworn that he felt her stiletto heel grazing his ankle throughout the dinner. When the dinner ended, he escorted her outside where he offered to walk her to her car, a sleek black cabriolet. “No thank you. I’m perfectly capable of walking three hundred feet to my car,” she’d replied, her distinguished chthonic accent warming Momus’ blood. Underneath her breath, Empusa mumbled, “Who does this small boy think he is?” in Latin. Chuckling, Momus boldly replied, “Unde hanc informationem nactus es?,” lowering his eyes towards his crotch. Empusa laughed, glancing down at him before returning his gaze. “Boy, you have no idea what you’re getting yourself into by flirting with me,” she said. “Hopefully in you,” Momus replied, raising one of his eyebrows. Empusa said nothing as she turned around, slowly walking to her car. Momus bit his bottom lip, watching her ass sway from side to side. He followed her, not too far behind. 

They got into her car where she drove to a secluded area in the Le Ignus neighborhood. They were kissing, Momus eagerly nibbling at Empusa’s lips, which tasted like black licorice. “Tardus, puer,” she whispered in his ear. “There’s no rush,” Empusa said seductively as she tugged on Momus’ belt buckle. She unzipped his pants and pulled out his erect member. Empusa sucked in a breath, her long dark red fingernails grazing the head. Momus let out a sharp moan. “Opus artis eximium,” Empusa whispered as she slowly lowered her mouth onto his member. Momus’ hips buckled for a moment as the hot wetness of her mouth made him even harder. Empusa’s dark eyes stared into his as her tongue swirled on the tip, a devilish smile on her lips. Her mouth continued to descend on him like a warm blanket enveloping him whole. When Momus felt the back of Empusa’s throat, he wanted to explode, right then and there. She suddenly stopped, looking over the top of his member, smiling. Empusa leaned back onto her seat, hiked up her dress, and slowly removed her black lacy thong. She then lightly tied it around Momus’ neck. With the grace of a trained dancer, Empusa spread her long legs wide, her cunt on full display. With her hand, she started playing with herself. “Fuck,” Momus half-moaned, his eyes widening in surprise and obvious pleasure. He spat into his hand as he started stroking himself, matching the rhythm to how Empusa was stroking herself. She inserted a finger into herself and moaned out loud, a trail of sweat trickling down her neck and in between her cleavage. Empusa increased the rhythm as did Momus, the skin of his stiff member becoming more tighter. “Fuck, baby,” said Momus, between small moans of pleasure. “Just like that.” The tempo of their movements increased as their breathing became more frenzied and heightened. They were both staring into each other’s eyes when they both climaxed. Momus ended up staining the front of his pants with his release. Empusa giggled, licking it up with her tongue before enveloping Momus with one last kiss. He never knew that non-penetrative sex could be that… hot!

They both knew it was a one-time deal. Momus went back to being The Dark Jester of Olympius while Empusa remained The Dark Mistress of the Underworld. 

He’s been inspired by the critical acclaim of Blooddancer to write something original. Momus has been drafting a screenplay for either a psychological black comedy film or a manuscript for a novel. The only being Momus has shared this with has been Moros, who also offered Momus his own draft of a science-fiction novel set in a post-apocalyptic world for opinions & critiques. 

He finds himself strangely attracted to Amechania (goddess of helplessness & want).

Momus believes that he’s “love and romance intolerant.” He and Pannychis almost hooked up at one of her annual pre- New Year’s Eve parties, but Momus stopped it, not wanting to jeopardize their friendship. 

He’s had casual trysts with harpies, gorgons, and naiads, though now Momus is currently seeing a maenad model Allegra Bassaris. They initially met at a fashion show in Thebes for the designer brand Ágria klostí, where he went along with Apate. Allegra was one of the models that walked the runway and Momus chatted her up backstage where they exchanged numbers. 

Ever since Oizys’ engagement, there have been times where he thought out loud if love could ever, would ever, be a reality for him. 

On TV, Momus enjoys true crime programs, cringe reality shows, as well as the crime drama series The Belladonnas. He’s planning on doing live-streams on Fatestagram every week watching episodes of the final season when it airs. He also enjoys watching Blood Sacrifice. He also tunes into Pheme’s late night talk show, The Godly Scoop. 

He’s been to the Olympian Gala a couple of times, with Momus’ favorite one being the “Camp to the Extreme!” theme. He showed up on the gold carpet in a custom made multi-colored suit from Kaleidoscope Lab, the fashion brand of Iris (goddess of the rainbow). The suit was stitched with different fabrics like flannel, silk, denim, satin, velvet, suede, felt, & terrycloth which also had a variation of different patterns like different animal prints, harlequin, brocade, polka dot, stripes, stars, toile, argyle, and different geometric shapes. Momus completed the look with a simple pair of black Airopolis sneakers. For jewelry, he wore a chunky 24K gold chain necklace along with several gold rings on both hands. He also had rainbow colored jeweled encrusted grillz on his teeth. 

He’s the winner of three Golden Laurel awards for "Best Comedy Album", including his most recent win for OCD- obsessive comedic disorder.

Some of his favorite meals he likes ordering from room service include a juicy steakhouse burger along with truffle fries, asparagus caesar with pecorino, seared scallops with pomegranate & lemon along with potatoes au gratin, dirty martini baked potatoes, as well as red wine vinegar flat iron steak. 

In his free time Momus enjoys clubbing, basketball, playing pool, chess, kickboxing, ice hockey & snowboarding (in the Underworld), sunbathing, going to the cinema, reading, going on late night drives, poker, watching wrestling matches, going to the theater, in addition to playing video games. He’s been getting into photography as well after attending a black & white photography exhibit at the NOMMA, New Olympus Museum of Modern Art. 

“Fuck your feelings.”

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Island life 🏝💙

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Character Intro: Pan (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nicknames- The Lost God, The Great Pan by the people of Olympius

Mr. Reed by Hermes

The Pipe by Dionysus

Father by his sons

Daddy by Physis

Age- 56 (immortal)

Location- Arcadia, Olympius

Personality- He’s deeply connected to the natural world. His personality reflects the duality of nature- evoking awe & beauty as well as being an unpredictable force of untamed energy. He's polyamorous.

Pan is the only deity in the Olympian Pantheon that is a satyr. He has the lower limbs of a goat in addition to large glossy curved brown horns which he can sprout from his head.

He has the standard abilities of a god. As the god of the wild, satyrs, shepherds, rustic music, nature, & improptus his other powers/abilities include zoolingualism; is able to communicate with all wild animals, chlorokinesis, vounókinesis (mountain manipulation), limited atmokinesis (weather manipulation), limited hydrokinesis; as it pertains to rivers, lakes, & streams, vitakinesis (healing), his panic scream; is able to release a sonic scream that can induce madness in others, as well as his pan flute magic. When he plays his divine pan flute, he can curse others into an uncontrollable dancing trance. 

Aside from his horns, another notable physical feature of Pan are his long nearly waist length dreadlocks. 

The pine tree is his sacred plant.

Pan’s sacred symbol & divine instrument is his pan flute. Another symbol of his is a shepherd’s crook.

His natural scent is a mixture of patchouli and sandalwood. 

Goats & sheep are Pan’s sacred animals. 

After many millennia of being an official member of the pantheon, participating in infamous moments in Olympian history,  as well as being a part of modern society as time passed, there was a restlessness in him that he couldn’t quite explain. He noted several things about modern society that he found repulsive- especially how beings generally treated nature. He quickly deleted his social media profiles, including the one on Fatestagram where he had over 200 million followers. With little resistance from the king, Zeus (god of the sky, thunder, & lightning), Pan informally renounced his status as a member of the pantheon. He quietly walked away from the public eyes and into his sacred home, nature, though Pan still maintains control over his still functioning businesses. 

He’s fluent in all the languages spoken across the three realms. 

After abandoning most of modern society, he retreated to his sacred place, the state of Arcadia, where Pan has now established a commune that's over three thousand strong. The commune is situated on his MASSIVE woodland estate, hidden away under the cover of mountains. 

There has been a daycare center built for the small children, a library, his juice shack business, a yoga studio, a birthing center, in addition to a holistic health center. There's also a huge farm filled with horses, cows, sheep, and goats. 

A major rule of the commune is abandoning the use and reliance on modern technology (mainly TVs, computers, laptops, smartphones, & tablets). Clothes are often washed by hand and there's no Wi-Fi.

The commune is open to any being, but is mainly populated by maenads, woodland centaurs, dryads, lotus eaters, as well as woodland satyrs & satyresses. 

Much like all the members of the commune, Pan is vegan. 

On the commune, he lives in a large cabin house which he built himself, built from rough-hewn timber and natural stone. The entrance is marked by a large, intricately carved wooden door with images of woodland creatures, panpipes, and dancing nymphs. The door handle is shaped like a twisted vine, adding to the natural aesthetic. All the windows are small, circular, and covered with delicate latticework of wood, giving the cabin a cozy, fairy-tale look. They are adorned with flowing curtains made of natural fibers, often decorated with embroidered images of flora and fauna. Inside, the walls are lined with shelves filled with natural curiosities such as pinecones, feathers, and driftwood. A large stone fireplace with a hearth that seems to constantly crackle with a gentle, soothing fire dominates one wall. There’s comfortable furniture made from recycled vegan leather that have cushions made from recycled hemp and wool. The walls are also adorned with various animal pelts & horns along with nature themed artwork- mainly outdoor landscapes. The kitchen is also rather large and spacious with antique appliances. Fresh flowers in hand-carved vases and potted plants are scattered throughout the place. In his bedroom, a very large & plush canopy bed is situated in the center, always in a constant state of dishevelment with dark green, teal, & brown blankets, quilts, and pillows being strewn about. Bamboo blinds cover his windows. 

Behind Pan’s cabin house is a lush thriving garden filled with medicinal herbs, fruits, and vegetables. There’s an area strictly for composting as well as a couple of greenhouses. 

Adjacent to the garden is a small, natural grotto with a spring-fed pool. The water is crystal clear and said to have divine properties that rejuvenate and heal. This grotto is a favorite spot for reflection and relaxation.

Outside the cabin, there is a clearing surrounded by tall trees where ceremonies and celebrations are held. This area features a stone circle for rituals and impromptu performances, with seating made from natural logs arranged in a semicircle.

Pan's favorite colors are green & brown.

He primarily enjoys listening to folk, traditional Greek, and country music. Pan buys vinyl records and listens to them on a record player, which was built from wood. Some of his favorite music artists are the epimelid country singer Primrose Grassmere, the chthonic folk singer Anaïs Vespero, and the popular satyr singer Jovius Riverwood- his song “Arcadian Anthem,” being a constant replay. Pan has also been getting into electronic & rap music too!

He thought it was hilarious when there was news coverage of his "disappearance," which lasted for a few years. A mortal sailor, Thamus achieved infamy during his press tour- being interviewed by many journalists and going on talk shows with his unbelievable tale of receiving word of the God's death, or “fading.” His iconic line, "The great God Pan is dead!" has been printed on T-shirts. It was even more funnier when a blurry photo of Pan taken by the paparazzi made its way on the cover of The Oracle Scoop. 

Pan is a recreational user of pot, mushrooms, and lotus dust. He hasn’t smoked in years since the birth of his youngest child, but has replaced cigarettes with chewing tobacco. Oddly enough, he also likes nicotine gum. 

Aside from his pan flute, he also plays the acoustic guitar, bongo drums, and ukulele. 

Pan dresses rusticly and comfortably. He likes loose fitting clothes made with natural recycled fabrics like cotton, linen, & hemp. He also likes khaki and linen pants as well as denim jackets & shirts. Pan typically doesn’t wear footwear. His shirts are always left open, his chest hair in full view. 

He typically ties away his dreadlocks from his face in a neat ponytail. Every six to eight weeks, Pan gets them retwisted by one of his lovers, a dryad named Juniper. 

When it comes to jewelry, he keeps it simple with leather accessories. One such piece that he always wears is the leather & shell bracelet which was made by his daughter, Physis (goddess of nature). 

When he's feeling nervous or anxious he'll sometimes chew on tin cans.

Pan doesn’t wear any fragrances or deodorant. He’ll sometimes soak in a bath that’s added with natural essential oils. 

The Titanomachy was the absolute worst time in his life. Pan was physically affected by the state of Titanius as the country was ravaged by famine, death, & drought. He and another powerful nature deity, Gaia (goddess of the earth), couldn’t even use their divine powers to replenish the lands. Pan started suffering from heart palpitations and violent convulsions. At the height of the long war, he retreated to Arcadia, where he took on the form of an oak tree. During one such battle, a devastating wildfire swept through the forests of Arcadia, except the area where Pan was situated. That particular area went untouched by the ravaging flames. 

Before the Titanomachy, life during The Golden Age was great for Pan. There was constant revelries and he lived in what was known as “the wooden mansion” in Arcadia. His closest friend was Silenus, a satyr who achieved the status of immortality later on. Pan’s days were spent with his best friend, playing music, drinking mead and wine, while also being a part of orgies. There was never a shortage of females- no matter the kind. 

A go-to drink for him is coconut water. He also likes aloe vera juice, coconut milk, tea (his favorites being green, mint, & chamomile), carrot juice, vanilla flavored oat milk, orange juice, grapefruit flavored ginger ale, vegan red wine, lemonade, dark roast coffee (flavored with a bit of brown sugar and almond milk creamer), iced tea, botanical beer, as well as his homemade carrot-tumeric-ginger smoothies. 

He even makes his own moonshine!

A typical breakfast for him is a few slices of avocado toast along with a bowl of whole grain oatmeal- topped with granola, almond butter, as well as plant-based butter (which he churns himself). Pan also likes cereal, his favorite brand being Earthly Harvest. His favorite flavors are the raisin crunch and the honey o’s- which he eats along with cold oat milk. Pan sometimes makes a stack of vegan banana pancakes (which are made with oat flour) that he likes drizzling coconut syrup on. He also likes the green smoothie bowl- that is topped with chia seeds, sliced banana, pomegranate seeds, chopped almonds, as well as blueberries.

A notable moment in Pan’s godly career was when he aided Zeus in the battle against the monstrous giant Typhon. He recovered the king’s sinews, which were ripped from most of Zeus’ body. 

Pan loves garlic whole wheat bagels from The Bread Box, a popular sandwich shop. He also likes the vegan tempeh club sandwich.

Much like The Silver King, Pan has a weakness for beautiful women, calling it “the most beautiful of curses” and “the worst of blessings.” Everything about the female form, no matter the race, is beautiful to him. The curves, the smile, the smell, the way their bodies feel pressed against him as they make love. 

He’s not against love, as he experienced it himself a couple of times.

The first woman he ever loved was an oread named Pitys. This was during the time of Kronos’ reign, while things were prosperous in The Golden Age. They both shared glances with each other as he noticed her returning from a well near the mountainside. They were intimate a fortnight later, on that same mountain. They stood up, Pitys’ back against the entrance of a cavern, a leg wrapped around Pan’s waist as he entered her. Her hand made its way to her mouth as she moaned in pleasure. He noticed, gently removing it away. “Why should it be a secret? The heavens should hear the sweet sounds of your pleasure. It’s music to me,” he had whispered, smiling devilishly. Pitys giggled and blushed, pressing her lips against his. They continued moving in rhythm once more, her moans echoing throughout the cave. 

He was devastated when he came to learn of her demise. While returning from the mountainside from fetching water, Pitys lost her footing, falling several hundred feet to her death. Gaia notified Pan of her death and they traveled to where her broken mangled body lay. In his grief (and Pitys’ honor), Pan transformed her into a pine tree.

He also fell in love with a man, a shepherd and talented writer of bucolic poetry. Pan remembers being entranced by the young man when he saw Daphnis performing in a play- which was held outdoors in the Saturn’s Hold, the capital of Titanius. They struck up a conversation in a tavern, where Pan bought Daphnis some mead. 

They met again at a festival, which was in celebration of the holiday Kronia. During the parade, Pan put on a little show by playing a song on his pan flute. Beings in the dozen joined in the merriment- dancing & playing other instruments. Daphnis started a choria dance, smiling at the satyr God the whole time. 

Later in the night, Pan continued the festivities by renting out an entire brother on the Street of Silk. He and Daphnis were both intoxicated from the mead & wine they drank. “You want to rent a room? This particular one has the finest ass in all the realms!,” Pan slurred as he playfully hit the backside of one of the whores that sat on his lap. “Forgive me, my lord, but I’m a bit parched,” Daphnis whispered, lowering his head. “Fetch us a pitch of water, my dearest,” Pan said to the topless woman. She arose from his lap, gave his forehead a soft peck, and nodded, walking away. They were now alone. Daphnis walked up to Pan, who was still seated in the chair. The fabric of Daphnis’ chiton was already torn in the dancing, so he tore it the rest of the way, tearing it off his body entirely. He was fully erect and the skin of his body glistened with sweat. Pan said nothing as he licked his lips, watching Daphnis walk closer to him until his erection was right in front of his face. “I’m not thirsty for water, my lord,” Daphnis replied, his voice low. “What are you thirsty for?,” Pan asked, his voice sounding more hoarse than usual. “It’s not I that has the thirst,” he said. Pan grabbed a hold of Daphnis’ erection. A soft hiss escaped from his throat as he bit his bottom lip. Pan took the whole of Daphnis in his mouth. He twisted his hand against the shaft as Daphnis held on to the back of Pan’s head. “Gods,” he moaned out, biting his bottom lip. The whore returned to the room, a pitcher of water in her hands. Pan didn’t stop. He moved faster as Daphnis’ hips began to buckle. When one of Pan’s hands grabbed a hold of Daphnis’ scrotum, Daphnis’ eyes rolled in the back of his head as a hot salty liquid hit the back of Pan’s throat. “S-s-sorry, my lord,” he whispered, his body still quivering from the climax. “What for? That was delicious. Though I’m still parched,” Pan growled as he widened his legs, his erection standing at attention. Daphnis smiled cheekily as he lowered himself onto Pan’s lap, the length of the satyr God filling his back entrance. Pan let out a moan so loud, the walls of the room were vibrating. Pan held on to Daphnis’ hips as they grinded against each other. With his eyes still on the whore, Pan smiled. “Bring me that sweet cunt of yours,” he growled out. The whore smiled, untying the fabric that lazily hung to her waist. She stood over Pan, widening her legs as his tongue entered her nectar folds. The moans of both of his lovers sounded like an orchestra of carnal desires. There was a multi-orgasmic chain of reactions as they all climaxed at once. It was the first time Pan had ever cried during climax. 

Things with Daphnis ended sometime during the Titanomachy, an innocent in the crosshairs of battle, his body punctured with many arrows. 

Long after the Titanomachy, Pan had many relationships & trysts with a variety of women, some of who are mothers to his children. 

With a satyress named Sylvana, there’s Pan’s eldest sons, known collectively as The Paneides. Their names are Kelaineus, Agrennon, Aigikoros, Eugeneion (called Eugene for short), Omester, Daphonieus (named in tribute to Daphnis), Philamnos, Xanthos, Argos, and Phorbas. 

After them, there’s a son named Krenaios, whom Pan had with a naiad named Ismene.

He also has a teenage son named Krotos with a naiad named Eupheme.

The only romantic relationship that Pan ever considered marriage was with the naiad nymph Syrinx, who’s the mother of his daughter Physis. He & Syrinx were in a folk band called Chapters of Lore. 

Pan was the lead singer and played the acoustic guitar and pan flute while Syrinx was the co-lead singer, also playing the lead guitar as well as the autoharp. The other band members were the dryad drummer, a guy named Elmsley while a maenad named Thëroa provided background vocals in addition to playing the harmonica.

The band traveled & performed everywhere- even in the Underwater realm, performed at the Summer Solstice Music Festival, and even snagged five Golden Laurels!

He loved performing with the band, but especially with Syrinx. Standing together on stage with her during every performance, looking into her clear blue eyes centered Pan. Their time off the stage was equally as engaging. They spent nights in the tour bus, talking for hours and he even visited her family.

He and Syrinx made love for the first time while they were skinny dipping in a river in Thrace. She wrapped her long legs around Pan’s waist as if she was born to do it. He moved away strands of her wet long blonde hair, cradling her face in his hand. “You know how much I love you?,” he whispered against her lips. He felt her smile as she giggled, teasing his lips with the tip of her tongue. “You showed me in more ways than your words,” Syrinx whispered as she enveloped Pan’s mouth with her own. Their lips were warm, wet, and soft as they parted, their tongues in an erotic dance. Pan thought that the taste of her pink nipples along with the water of the river was the most delicious thing he ever had. They were in harmonious sync with every thrust. They kept on moving long after they climaxed together.

He secretly bought an engagement ring, an oval cut pale aquamarine ring with a platinum band.

After a show in Crete at Knossos Stadium, Pan went along with the other band members to a bar to celebrate the end of their tour as Syrinx stayed back at the hotel to freshen up. He, Elmsley, and Thëroa did dozens of shots of prickly pear flavored vodka. They even participated in karaoke with some other patrons in the bar. As Pan was relieving himself in the men’s bathroom, the door swung open. Thëroa walked in, drunkenly swaying from side to side, a smile on her face. “Is the line to the women’s bathroom too long?,” Pan jokingly asked as he zipped up his pants. Thëroa chuckled as she pulled over the peasant top she was wearing over her head, revealing a dark pink lacy bra. “I can’t hide my desire for you any longer. I want you,” she whispered as she jumped into Pan’s arms. A part of him was immediately aroused, Thëroa’s ample cleavage in his face, the scent of blackberries wafting from her dark russet skin. A BIG part of him felt guilty, as a flash of Syrinx’s face entered his mind. Pan also thought about the engagement ring, which was still in his pocket. “I don’t want to hurt Syrinx. You two are friends as well,” he started to say. Thëroa wrapped her legs tighter around Pan’s waist, as his erection was pressing itself against his jeans. She raised her eyebrows. “I’m a big girl. This is just sex. I’m not asking for a commitment or a relationship. Besides, who says she has to know? I won’t tell if you won’t,” Thëroa said, seductively biting her bottom lip. Pan licked his lips, hesitating. His final shred of control went away as Thëroa started rubbing against his stiffness. They kissed sloppily, tongues moving around widely as he sat her on the sink. Pan started to kiss all over Thëroa’s neck. “Gods, ever since I heard you two that night in Thrace I wanted to experience what she did,” she moaned. That stopped Pan stone cold. He stepped away from Thëroa, straightening out his linen shirt. He shook his head, sighing. “I can’t do this. She means too much to me,” he said. “Are you fucking serious?,” Thëroa asked, scoffing. Pan said nothing as he handed her back her blouse. As he stepped outside the bathroom, he noticed Syrinx sitting at the bar in conversation with Elmsley. She noticed Pan and smiled. He couldn’t smile back. He just nodded his head. As Syrinx got up and started walking towards him, the bathroom door opened and Thëroa stepped out, buttoning her blouse. “Oh shit,” she whispered as she looked up. Tears welled up in Syrinx’s face as she ran out the bar, Pan right behind her. 

She broke up with him the next day and after completing their contractually obligated album Whispers of the Woods, Syrinx officially left the band and moved back home. She cut off contact with Pan, except the day she told him that she was expecting their child. 

Pan was at Syrinx’s home when she went into labor. She wanted a home birth and he held her hand throughout the intense 20 hour labor. Their daughter was born well into the early hours of the next morning. As Syrinx was nursing Physis, Pan cleared his throat. “She’s beautiful, just like her mother,” he whispered. “I just thank the Gods that she doesn’t take after me. I look like a wreck,” she joked, giving him a small smile. “I still want us to be a family. We can have that, can’t we?,” Pan asked, a hopeful look in his eyes. Syrinx sighed, looking up to face him. “Nothing happened. I stopped it before it went too far. I swear upon everything that nothing happened,” he explained. “I believe you. I also believe you when you said you loved me,” Syrinx started to say. “I still do,” Pan replied. “I forgive you Pan, it’s not about that. It’s just… I can’t forget. I know myself. Even though you two didn’t… it’s the fact that you kissed her. You entertained the idea of being intimate with her,” Syrinx explained. “We can’t be a family? Because of one mistake?,” Pan asked, lowering his head. “We’ll always be a family. We’re going to look after her forever. But that doesn’t mean we have to be together. It’s not about us anymore, it’s about her,” she said, smiling down at Physis, who was now awake. 

His favorite snacks are plantain chips and cashew string cheese.

Pan uses the sulfate free aloe vera shampoo and the almond & castor oil loc elixir from Glory's Crown for his dreadlocks.

The relationships he has with his sons varies, from being close pals & confidantes. A few of The Paneides live on the commune- namely Eugene (who tends to the farm), Phorbas (who tills the crops), and Philamnos.

His eldest sons are more like built-in best friends as opposed to a traditional father-son relationship. Pan also has a friendship with their mother Sylvana. 

Pan hasn’t seen Krenaios in a few years since he joined the Olympian Army. Last he heard from Ismene, Krenaios was Sergeant, stationed in the state of Thebes. 

His favorite frozen treat is cinnamon oat milk ice cream. Pan along with other members of the commune make it by hand, churning it with an antique ice cream machine at the big kitchen hall, a tall building of wood that’s located on the commune. Ice night for the kids is every Friday. Other flavors of ice cream are made too.

Pan’s relationship with his son Krotos is going through growing pains as his son is entering his teenage years. Krotos & his mother live in the state of Boeotia. He also attends a performing arts school- with a great talent for painting as well as playing many instruments. Pan sends letters to his son and has even traveled to Boeotia, attending Krotos’ freshman talent showcase. Ever since his son’s growth spurt during puberty- including the development of satyr horns, Krotos has been distant towards Pan. 

Long before he left the pantheon, Pan was a mentor twice, to two of Zeus’ sons- Hermes (god of roads, travelers, thieves, merchants, messengers, speed, trade, sports, borders, thoughts, communications, money, & luck) and Dionysus (god of wine).

He and Syrinx are now friendly with each other. Pan has spent some time with Physis, either visiting her in New Olympus where she lives in the Hearthwood neighborhood or when she comes to visit him every weekend or so in Arcadia. They also write letters to each other. Pan has been getting to know how to do hair from several of the women on the commune, including from a dryad named Virelyn, who has five daughters.

A guilty pleasure for him is the portobello mushroom burger from Olympic Chef. Pan gets it with extra pickles along with a large order of sweet potato fries. He also likes the baked falafel wraps (with extra vegan garlic labneh) from The Parthenos Grill, the restaurant owned by Athena (goddess of wisdom).

In Olympius, Pan’s businesses include weed dispensaries called Herbal Harmony, juice bars called Nature’s Nectar, in addition to The Lytêrios Oasis, an adult nudist resort located in Tripolis, Arcadia’s capital. 

His favorite dessert from Hollyhock’s Bakery is a slice of vegan hummingbird cake. He also likes the oatmeal granola brownies Physis brings over when she visits. 

Pan hasn’t kept in touch with Silvenus for a long time. 

In the pantheon, he’s friends with Demeter (goddess of the harvest & agriculture), Trochilus (god of the mill wheel), Nyx (goddess of the night), Erebus (god of darkness), The Ourea (esteemed mountain gods), Agathodaemon (Daemon) (god of vineyards, grainfields, & luck), Chiron (the immortal centaur), Karmanor (demi-god of the harvest), Pherusa (goddess of substance & farm estates), Elpis (goddess of hope), Livádi (goddess of meadows), Paean (goddess of physicians), The Nesoi (sister island goddesses), Triptomelus (god of farming), Hydros (god of water), Priapus (god of fertility, vegetable gardens, livestock, sexuality, & masculinity), as well as his wife Philotes (goddess of intimacy, friendship, & affection). 

Former lovers of his include Selene (Titaness of the moon), Karme (demi-goddess of the harvest); they're now friends, Evimería (goddess of prosperity), Kéfi (goddess of mirth), and Hesychia (goddess of quiet, stillness, rest, & silence).

Current lovers include Nárkosi (goddess of sedation) and Damia (goddess of naturalness). 

Pan has also slept with Philotes and Empusa (goddess of shapeshifting) a few times. 

His favorite holidays are the Summer Solstice and Dionysia. Pan goes all out for the Dionysia, renting a beach house on Shimmering Tail Island for a night of drink, drugs, playing music, and fucking. 

Pan is also in the spirits brand, with a line of botanical beer called Leaf & Lager. His personal favorite flavors are the grapefruit-ginger and the sage-citrus.

He wasn’t the least bit surprised when his son Xanthos came to him with his dreams of working in the adult industry as an adult film star. As a young godling, Pan’s son was always complimented on his looks- especially his curly dark blond hair, no doubt a recessive trait. The compliments only grew as Xanthos matured and got older. Once, Pan walked in on his son and two other young girls at his vacation beach house in Naxos. “Did you at the very least use protection?,” he asked Xanthos afterwards. His son smiled his trademark sly toothy grin. “Of course Father. At least in the beginning,” he chuckled. 

Pan is trying to set up a business dinner for Xanthos with Priapus and Philotes, who are also in the adult industry to give his son advice. 

A common bonding time for him and his eldest sons is when they smoke pot together. Pan has grown many strains of weed, but their personal favorite is one called Terratrance. 

Pan is also the founder of the Green Grove Project, which combats deforestation and other environmental issues. He, his eldest sons, and other members of the organization once rebuilt homes for a community of lotus eaters, whose town was ravaged by a tsunami.

His favorite meals include cabbage stir fry with buckwheat soba noodles, curry lentil stew, & vegan rasta pasta. 

In his free time Pan enjoys playing music, swimming, hiking, mountain climbing, yoga, football (soccer), acupuncture, reading, kayaking, pottery, tai chi, gardening, painting (outdoor landscapes), sunbathing, basketball, surfing, archery, cooking, and making love. 

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