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~Hecate;

Hecate watched the eyes flicker open of male god. Her fingers slowly fidgeting with a stone of clear cystal as she watched before setting it on the little table next to the couch where the god laid. "Welcome back, sunshine." She said with a small smirk as she looked over at him before with a wave of her hand a tea tray appeared on the same table the crystal now rested on as Hecate wandered over to the purple velvet arm chair that matched the couch. Hecate knew of what Hy, the god of sleep dealt with in his own mind, Not allowed to have his own dreams but to only wander those of others. She could never say how it felt, she had not dealt with it herself but she understood how it felt to be lost, and she couldn't help but think that was how Hy felt as he was forced to wonder others dreams. "Have some tea. It's a none magical cure all." She said as she looked into his eyes. "I wasn't sure if I was gonna be able to save you...this time." She admitted as she reached out and picked up her own tea cup, sipping the warm lquid. "I do recall the last time I prayed to you. Sleep seems to always avoid me, I'm just to plagued with my own thoughts but maybe with you resting here you'll be able to help me rest." She of course couldn't let Hy just leave. He was too weak, and still had much healing to be done...Not to mention...Hecate was rather lonely and a little company wouldn't hurt the Goddess's work to much.

~MISFIT DEITIES CLOSED ROLEPLAY FOR THE CHARACTER’S OF HECATE AND HY~

Starter is in reply to Hy Stavros’s amazing audition piece which was shared and disscused in inbox., She’ll have the face of Amanda Seyfried (in the edit) when he wakes.~

~Hecate:

The witch bowed to no man, no woman, no other goddess or god and she had eyes everywhere. From her familiars who lingered the skies and streets for whispers of her name, from her own magical waves of energy that were connected to the Goddess herself it was impossible to not hear the cries and desperation of Hy. How interesting that the God knew of her eyes and ears but then again she wouldn’t be surprised if Hy had his own listening ear. With hearing everything sparked a dilemma, should the Goddess help Hy, the out casted, chaos driven mad man of the gods. Sure, Hecate was an outcast of her own and chaos..Oh, chaos how she loved to stir the pot and upsetting Zeus and the others was one of her favorite past times but if Hecate welcomed in Hy he could try and learn her secrets when he regained strength and that, which she did not need. Hy was a god who played for his own team and that team was himself, similar to how Hecate was a team of one-Most of the time. She knew if she was in his spot she would try and find the secrets and magic that one had hidden. Her mind told her no, her logical side told her to ignore Hy’s pleads. Ignore the sleepy God and keep moving forward with her day like she had heard nothing, but her gut…Her gut told her to help the God, take him into her own home and tend to him until he regained his health and maybe just maybe, she would finally gain a strong enough alliance to be able to make another huge stride on the chest board of the Gods, along with what her and the red headed Goddess had brewing with Hy’s powers there was a chance to really change the board itself. As the God hit the ground into unconscious she made her choice, she would go with her gut. She couldn’t give up such a chance to change so much of the odds. With a wave of Hecate’s hand the unconscious God aid on the purple velvet sofa that sat in the living room of her isolated cottage in the forests of Germany. With another flick of her hand the fire place lit up, beginning to spread warmth through the cottage as she slowly moved her hand along the gods body. Using her magic to assist his state and wounds. “This won’t be easy.” She muttered. “Good thing I like a challenge.” The Goddess pulled her blonde wavy locks up into a tight bun as she quickly got to work at her desk. Herbs, bits and hairs of animals and other bits flew into her brass cauldron. Fire, and inactions being muttered over her cauldron until finally the potion was set. Hecate stirred her creation before carefully pouring the liquid that was a dark purple color into a small mug. Helping Hy to a sitting position in his unconscious state with the help of a little bit of her magic she was able to have the God swallow all of the potion. Laying him back down she stood and walked over to her work desk. Starting to write everything she had used in the potion and the incantations muttered as she waited for Hy to awake. ~Hy:

The curse of the god of sleep that no one would ever fully understand was the curse of his own unconscious mind. In dreams, most enter world’s entirely of their own accord; but the god of sleep himself had no dream world. Only everyone else’s. He wasn’t sure how long he lingered in the state of limbo between being awake and being asleep; but he knew in his heart of hearts that Hecate had granted him entrance. Trust was a strong thing; and he trusted her whole heartedly. Even if he’d never be able to tell himself why. The silence and stillness of serenity ensued and his strength pressed forward; onward. And his eyes, no longer heavy, opened. And there she was… The magical fortress of a cottage in the middle of Germany had such a wondrous hue of violet and rose, blended with the other elemental designs in such a magical finesse. It was a home that could only belong to Hecate. He was silent. Watching the surroundings; until he lay his eyes on Hecate herself. “So much time has passed and still you answer my prayers. Les, I wonder, if you remember the last time you prayed to me?”

~Hecate’s reply turn~

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misfitswitchbitch-blog · 8 years ago

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~CLOSED RP WITH HECATE AND OIZYS FOR MEMBERS OF MISFIT DEITIES. CURRENTLY ON PAUSE UNTIL IDEA FOR CONTINUING OCCURS.~ ~Hecate:

Hecate was a Goddess with an agenda and lately that agenda had been to create her own witches, the many faced Goddess was rather...Lonely. She had no one to spend her time with and she wanted someone who understood her life, and what it was like to have magic coursing through their veins. Hecate had selected another woman from the other side. Many years ago Hecate had mastered the power of Necromancy it was one of her favirote was to sculpte her new witches, taking a woman or male who had been scorned, betrayed or simply taken too soon form the wowrld. She felt they understood her better, had more depth, if you will. With her new witch selected she began to work, crushing herbs, repating incantations, using her magic to the bone before the woman's dark frame began to rise form the underworld. First, it was just a skelton, still a piece of the dead but as Hecate contuined her spells the woman began to form more and more, skin, hair, features melting into the proper place until the female was how she had once been in life, except now her veins were filled with not only blood, but magic as well but as soon as the woman was formed and put together she felt a strong touch. Another goddess had claimed this woman in her past life. Hecate looked up addressing the dark haired woman, What is your name?" The woman paused, a funny expression on her face. "Leto." She paused, "Leto Mallory..." With a sigh Hecate knew who had claimed her, the Goddess of Misery. Grabbing the woman's hand she made them appear inside of Oizys house. "Now, who is this woman to you, Miss Misery?" ~Oizys:

Misery; a word she knew since her mothers death, one that she had caused, one out of a sheer accident, one caused out of... out of what? Oizys was only a child and had not known that the drink was laced, had not known she had the ability to feel a miserable moment before it were to happen. Her Victorian style home had authentic Victorian style furniture and decor a style she loved dearly and felt at peace with. Sitting in her grand velvet blood red chair, her black main coon cat hissed at the upcoming unannounced and bold goddess that dared entered her home. Setting her book down she castes her bright yellow hues over to the middle of the room where to two women materialized before her yet before she uttered a word, Oizys looked towards her mother. A frown one deeper than the Atlantic ocean was on the young goddess's face as she watched her mother. "How... How is she back?" She asked glancing towards Hecate, "Why did you bring my mother back!" She demanded in an angrily manner. ~Hecate:

Hecate smirked looking at the lovely decor of the Goddess home, She had to give it to her, She had style. "Nice place you have here." She said with a smile, completely ignoring the Goddess question about her mother. Spotting the main coon she grinned even wider. "Oh, a kitty. May a pet her?" Hecate knelled down on the floor. "Here kitty kitty." She cooed at the cat but when it ignored her she sighed and stood back up. "Well, I guess straight to business than." Hecate placed her hand on Oizys's mothers shoulder. "Now, I'm Hecate, Goddess of magic....necromancy.." She paused, letting it sink in on how her mother was back in the flesh. "I'm building a coven, taking the strongest woman who died to soon. Making them into the perfect witch. Bringing them back to life, but instead of just blood running through there veins magic will to." Hecate sat down in the empty Victorian style chair across from the other Goddess, Oizys's mother still at her side. "And i choice to bring back your mother into my coven. Isn't she lucky?" Hecate grinned proudly up at Oizy's mother, before looking back at the Goddess. "But when I reeled her up out of the underworld I realized another deity had laid claim to her. Little old you.: Hecate smiled kindly, "So, let her go out of your grips, or ill have no choice to just plop her back into the underworld once more. Which would mean you will never ever see her again."

~Oizys:

Such boldness, such rudeness and anger. Oizys could not contain what she had witnessed and heard from this witch goddess who brought her mother back from the underworld to be a witch, something her mother once said was a shame upon their people but yet Oizys herself was a shame. Born from a god and a human, a Demi god. Oizys watched as the goddess tried to pet her lovely pet but was pleased when the cat showed no interest to be petted. "You ask me to let you have my mother for your little growing clan of witches and if I do not comply then you send her back to the underworld." Her once bright amber eyes grew very dark. "You /dare/ ask me for such a thing! Yes I have claimed my mother over a mere accident! One she knows very well as I held her hand on her deathbed and begged the gods to not take her life." The anger, the hatred she had towards the gods was one that was not unknown, she hated all gods but yet she was one. "Why my mother? If you knew she was claimed why still pick her?"

~Hecate:

Hecate had to admit she was rather amused by the anger that was sweeping through the young demi goddess. You'd think someone would be pleased to see there mother up and about again. Hecate sighed as she sat down on the empty chair across from the woman's throne, crossing one leg over the other. "I had no way of knowing you had made claim to her until she was resurrected."She paused, "If you're not interested in letting go of her fine, But i have no choice to send her back to the underworld. Without myself the dead i have risen can not survive, They will be a simple shell of who they once were." Hecate wasn't necessary cruel and maybe if she could give her mother back she would for the right price but it simply was impossible. "If you don't want to give her away that is fine. I choice you're mother because she was taken by the God's too soon. I was merely offering a second chance to her. A better life, with magic. Ill be on my way." Hecate stood, her hand still on Oizys mother about to use her magic to go back to her home. ~Oizys:

Hesitant; that's what Oizys felt at this very moment, did she dare try to keep her mother alive? Was this worth it? The cat seemed to react to her emotions as she watched the lovely creature jump up on it's cat tree and watch with bright yellow eyes. "What... Are the pros and cons to such a thing? What'll happen to my mother if she were to remain this way?" Oizys found herself asking, not looking at Hecate only at her mother was Oizys mainly focusing on because her mother meant the world to her and maybe the Gods knew this. Oh how she wanted her mother more than anything, how she wanted to be in her mothers embrace again. "Mother, please forgive me, I did not mean to cause your death, I did not know that your drink was tainted," The young demi-goddess found herself on her knees only in front of her mother as the tears pooled and escaped her eyes. "If you wish to have my mother then I shall let her be free of the misery I have caused but all I ask is that I see her." She spoke to Hecate while on her knees.

~Hecate:

Hecate watched the feline as it jumped up on it's cat tree. She could have sworn there was some kind of deeper connection between the cat and her owner, Almost a familiar, and there master sort of bond. It intrigued her. "What's your cats name?" She asked, giving the Goddess time to think about everything going on as she asked about the cat. "Pros is shes alive, she has power like shes never had before, cons is shell remember you, but she won't remember all her previous memories. Only a select few from her first life and I can't tell you which ones shell keep and which shell forget. There's no way to know before hand." Hecate let out a small sigh as she watched the young Goddess, love was pain. Hecate watched the young Goddess on the floor tears running down her cheeks, pity filled Hecate as she watched the Goddess. "Oizys rise, the floor is no place for a Goddess. You're mother will still be your mother when this is over, with just selective memories." Hecate, helped the dark haired Goddess off the floor. "Im glad you consent. Now, you must stand back to back to your mother, Holding hands. Which i use my magic to disconnect the ties of misery from here and then attack her to me. The ties of magic. Once this is done you can't change your mind. There will be no way to get her back without my consent which will not be given." She looked at Oizys, her green eyes locked on hers. "Do you still wish to continue?"

~Oizys:

His name is Shadow." Oizys spoke as she came to a stand, wiping the tears that pooled her eyes, not once messing up her makeup, "He is my familiar, he knows my emotions before they come into play." She explained as she listened to Hecate explain the pros and cons of this new ordeal that is to become of her mother.

She will remember Oizys but not the memories of her childhood, taking a look at her mother, the same eyes they once shared no longer held the same color before looking back to Hecate, "So I am not allowed to see her without consent that still won't be given?" She shook her head at such a statement from the goddess in front of her.

Shall she continue or not? Shall she go on knowing such a thing?

~Hecate:

"I assumed he was. I can tell he has a very strong connection to you. Must be why he wont come over and get pets.: Hecate said with a small chuckle. "He is a beautiful cat tho." She said with a small nod to Oizys once she finished explaining the pros and cons of her work with her mother. "You may see her if you can find her. My coven is very protected, well hidden, it has years of spell work hiding the exact location of where I teach my students, but I could always take you and just erase your knowledge of where the hide out it is if you prefer." Hecate was playing fair and kind, she wanted Oizys mother in her coven and she could tell this Goddess was stubborn but the older goddess was starting to get impatient. "I know it's a big decision, Trust me I do understand, and how i do enjoy our talks i have to admit im growing rather bored." Hecate let out a long, large dramatic sigh . "Ill just take your answer as no and lay your mother back to rest." Hecate hummed, Putting her hand on Oizys mother's shoulder to bring her back to her hidden home.

~Oizys:

Well your assumption is correct." Oizys said as she looked back to the goddess asshe listened to her explain about finding her mother due to them being well hidden. As she watched for the second time they attempt to leave, Oizys waved her hand casting a dark whirl around them, "Ill do the damn thing, personally I think she should lay to rest its disrespectful to bring the dead back but since I miss her terribly I will comply since my dear father is gone from my life. Last I want is my mother being gone from mine as well."

~Hecate:

"You know. Goddess of magic, its kinda my job." She said with a small smirk to the younger Goddess. Hecate licked her lips softly, thinking for a moment. This was a lot of work for one witch, Hecate just hoped she wouldn't fail her expectations. "Very well. You'll just have to stand back to back, hands touching." Hecate took Oizys mother hand, leading her to the middle of the room before looking at Oizys to come over. Her mother was still in an almost "zombie" like state, and would be until Oizys unleashed her ties on her and Hecate could finish the reanimation process.

~Oizys;

Walking over to the middle of the room with Shadow in tow, Oizys looked at her mother and turned around with her back towards her mother while taking a deep breath to calm herself down from what was to come. Shadow merely watched sitting on his hind legs flicking his tail back and forth with his eyes narrowed watching Hecate carefully.

~Hecate:

Hecate glanced over at shadow, it was a shame he didn't like her, him and alice, her familiar, could have had a fun play date. Watching the two connect hands like she they had been instructed the words of the spell came pouring out of Hecates mouth. The langue was one that most would never understand, a very very old tongue that she only taught to certain people in her coven but Oizys was interesting, Hecate wouldn't put it past, she may know the langue. After minutes red energy lines showed in the space around Oizys and her mother. Pulling a large dagger out of her pocket she muttered the incantation over and over as she sliced through the energy lines, breaking the ties between Oizys and her mom. Oizys mum fell to the floor but this time when she rose she woul have magic in her veins.

~Oizys;

The black feline narrowed his eyes as he just watched the scene unfold taking his owners feelings into consideration and to hopefully calm her if things go wrong. The young goddess herself held a rigid posture as soon as the knife and words were out, yes a language she has learned out of boredom. When the ordeal was over, Oizys stepped away and watched her mother fall like a nothing, maybe it's because her bones didn't hold up any longer or just because the tie between the two were broken that is unknown.

~Hecate:

The ties were broken and Hecate watched as Oziys mother laid there. After a moment she walked over, Opening her mothers mouth and blowing into it. A purple smoke left Hecate's body and entered Oizys's mothers. The final piece of the resurrection. Her mother sat up bolt straight her eyes looking on Oizys. "Where am i?" she asked turning to Hecate. "Who are you?" Hecate let out a small hum. "All in good time love."

~Oizys:

Oizys's heart fluttered hearing her mother speak, that soft caring voice was a bit hoarse due to no water but it was there, kneeling down, Oizys offered a soft smile. "It's okay mama... you're safe now, you are in good hands." She said softly then swallowed hard, "Do you... do you remember who I am...?" Her fear. Being forgotten. Her fear. Being alone forever with just Shadow as a family, that was her fear.

#Misfits Deities #HecateFloros

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~Orginal audition piece~ Defeat was the word that floated through Hecate brain, The Goddess had everything in the palm in her hand, I way to defeat the other God’s and truly reign. Be the Goddess who ruled it all, but of course that had to be snatched from her hands. No-the God’s couldn’t let her have something so powerful, Not Hecate. Now, that her coven had achieve their goal and then had it ripped away from them all in one big sweep she lost her dive, her purpose, her muse. With no memory of the spell or how she had discovered it she saw no point, but how would she tell her coven she was leaving? The witches she had made herself, taught her magic too. How would they take their beloved queen leaving them, would the witches be so power hungry with her gone that she wouldn’t even be missed? Questions floated through her head as she decided the best way to tell her coven, would be through a letter. If she saw the witches faces one more time the Goddess might have changed her mind, and she couldn’t-no wouldn’t allow that to happen. Hecate sat down at her desk, crossing one leg over the other as she held her pen in hand. Emotions she couldn’t let through were building inside her. She was angry, angry her lifelong work was taken from her. Hecate wanted more than just to simply fade away from the God’s eyes, she wanted her revenge on Hesitia, the Goddess who had taken her work from her, but as she looked down at the blank piece of paper the Goddess didn’t know what to write to her coven. How did you tell your family you no longer wanted to be with them? Clouded not only in anger and defeat, but also hatred of herself she stared down at the blank piece of parchment. How could she let them take her work, she should have never agreed to the meeting, she should had fought, and now it was all gone. What she should have done didn’t matter one bit. Finally, after hours of starring down at the blank piece of paper, her only company her own terrible thoughts,she knew what to write. She would be stern, clear, but not cruel. Hecate had to make sure that when she went into hiding no one from her coven would come looking for her, it would be too easy for the other Gods and Goddess to find her. A tear rolled down the Goddess of magic’s cheek as she began to write: My Coven, I sculpted you to my likeness to possess the powers of magic. I made you in my own selfishness when I felt alone, but as we’ve grown some of you have surpassed what I ever thought capable, but the time has come that I leave you. Do not come looking for me, do not come after, if any of you do I will not hesitate to kill you and anyone who aided you in your search. -Hecate. The Goddess made the letter as short and to the point as she possibly could. Almost every word inside it was lie, how she wished she could stay with her coven, the witches she had made but she knew what she had to do and she knew this was had to be done.

#Misfits Deities #HecateFloros

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misfitswitchbitch-blog · 8 years ago

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~Short solo, a little insight into Hecate as a young Goddess. Inspired by the photo~ The older Goddess, had once been young. Many many centrius ago she had been nothing. Nothing but a Goddess who held the title of "Goddess of magic" but was yet to prove herself as the deitie. Even in the beggining Hecate heard the whispers from the other Gods, Goddess, and even the mortals. "Magic is bad...Stay away. All magic comes with some sort of twist." The goddess had no idea how this idea had formed in the peity peoples minds, but if that was what they wanted she would give it to them. Darkness, magic with a twist, with a price, Then Hecate would give them just that. As the years went on Hecate worked hard as she built her coven, scuplting each witch and wizard in her likeness, but with not only blood running through there veins but magic as well, but as the years came and went there were always those who wanted her help, and so the Goddess would give them just that, but she held the promise she had made to herself as a young Goddess, she would give them a twist, the pinch of darkness they all craved and expected from her. Mortals would sob at her feet when she would bring a loved one back from the dead, and they werent really themselves but only a shell of what they had once been. They sobbed, and Hecate would have nothing to utter but, "I told you there was a price." The Goddess never felt bad for the twists in turns, people we're so willing to take from her, take her magic that they woulnd't even hear her warninigs, and even tho she devlivered them with the threat of what could happen when you play with magic she was the "evil one". If you are considered as evil, evil is what you become, and that was what she became.

#Misfits Deities #HecateFloros

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~WRITTEN FOR MISFIT DEITIES~

PROMPT: “They say I’m a traitor maybe I am, all I know is that, I did what I had to do.” “Traitor; someone who betrays a friend, a country, principle etc.” Maybe I am what they say I am, According to the definition of the word I betrayed my fellow deities. Countless hours spent hovered over spell books, thousands of different incantations muttered through my lips, So many different combinations of ingredients mixed in different combinations to make the perfect mixture. A mixture to kill my fellow deities. We rule over the humans, the mortal world, is it really fair that we are promised to live forever when they die off each day like flies. Okay, let’s be honest. That’s not why I wanted to make the potion, I could care less if humans are dying off left in right, that’s the natural order of the mortal world, life, death and Chaos. I wanted the way to kill the deities for power. Hecate Goddess of magic now is the only one who has the power to kill one another, it would be time the deities truly saw who was the most powerful of them all, me. The many faced Goddess, Hecate the goddess of magic, necromancy and so much more. They would be forced to bend at my very will, or be destroyed. What more could the goddess ask for? I could sense a turn in the ways of the deities, each one of us were starved for power, and we didn’t care how that power was achieved. We screamed, we fought we trampled over each other to get what we wanted. That was when I knew I needed leverage, that was when I knew it was time to become a “traitor”, that was when I knew it was time to find a way to kill the deities. I never thought I would turn on my fellow Gods, and Goddess, I had never been active in there festivities. I was, a loner, I preferred to stay home and work on my magic, but they had changed and I was forced to change with it. Like a tide at sea, but I knew discovering the potion wouldn’t be enough. I needed an army. I group to not only kill my loneliness but to add to my strength. I was a loner, but I wasn’t unaware of the strength that came in numbers. I decided the only way to achieve the perfect army was if I sculpted them in the image of myself. I would bring the dead, and welcome in the weary and send magic, along with blood through their veins. Each would be taught magic by the Goddess herself. Blood, sweat and magic, brought my army to life. Some, failed me in expectation, only able to perform small feats of magic but were kept around for the sheer fact of wanting my army’s body count to rise, but some, some were outstanding and those were the woman who became close to her and moved up in the ranks of the cult. Sky rocketing pass their peers as they became the perfect witch. The perfect witch army to protect herself and her leverage, the leverage to be able to kill the deities. Maybe all of this made me traitor, but in all truthfulness I could care less. Why should I stay faithful to a group of Gods and Goddess who destroyed my lives work? And if they didn’t have an exact hand in destroying it they all stood there and watched as every piece of my work was destroyed, every paper, every thought in my mind, anyone who had helped me on my path to the perfect potion, etched out. They thought they could use my mind like some sort of black board and wipe it clean like nothing ever happened. This was truly the ways of the Gods, and I Hecate, Goddess of magic no longer wanted to be part of it but that didn’t mean it couldn’t all change. Maybe it was time a wiser Goddess steeped up to the plate. War between the deities was rising, all I had to do was sit back and watch the bloodbath. Watch as Gods and Goddess fought hard, climbing, fighting for power. They would destroy each other while I work hard in my tiny cabin in the woods to re find the power to kill the deities. They will have beaten each other out one by one I will simply place the final brick in the wall, I will kill any deities that don’t like the world I plan to make as I claim my throne. I did what I had to do but now I will no longer be sentenced to do what I have to. I, a traitor to the gods will find a way to kill the deities and gain the power and control we all are greedy for. I will make my choices no longer based on what I have to do but based on what I want to do, and I want to rule.

#Misfits Deities #HecateFloros #solo

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~CLOSED RP FOR HECATE AND IRIS MEMBERS OF MISFIT DEITIES~

;Closed roleplay with Iris, Iris comes to ask Hecate for a way into the sky, she can't help and they begin talking about there lives, the mention of a certain sleep God pops up.; It was a cold and rainy day, the sun was setting and day was turning to dusk but the rain didn't seem to let up. Hecate usually preferred to be outside part of the day, drinking tea, or picking herbs to use in her potions and magic but today was not the day for anything of the sort. Instead, the goddess laid cuddled up in her living room, a fire lit, a book in hand her trusty cat, Alice on her lap. Every since her work was stolen and she had left her coven she had isolated herself in the forest of Germany, hidden away by protection spells and just pure isolation from the world. The only way to find her was if they truly did the research and took the time to look, making very few actually make the journey to her hidden place of residents, but on this rainy night she felt the presences of a goddess approaching. With a flick of her wrist the door opened, allowing the younger goddess to steep in. Hecate took her time, marking the page in her book before flicking her wrist again, this time the water drenched goddess was now dry. Finally the elder godddess let out a long sigh. "What do you want?" She asked fianlly looking up. The goddess long fingers slowly petting her cat as she looked at the young goddess.

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~CLOSED ROLEPLAY FOR THE MISFIT DEITIES CHARACTERS OF MANIA/LYSSA, HAYDEES, AND HECATE~

~Hecate:

Loneliness can be a dark dark place and Hecate was sitting a little to comfortable in it. She had left her coven and was hidden in the dark forest in the woods, her only company her kitty, Alice. She spend all day working on her magic, mixing different combinations of things to re create the deadly potion to end the other deities but she was oh so bored. Lucky for her she was about to make a friend out of the Goddess of magic. Yes, Hecate friends with a goddess? He was beyond crazy, but crazy is just what Mania is. Hecate was lunched over her desk, sitting her beautiful purple velvet throne chair when she decided she was feeling awfully bored. Scooping Alice up into her arms she used her magic to appear in Mania's home. Laying dramatically on the couch as she placed her familar, alice on her chest. "MANIA!" she shouted. Not sure where the Goddess was. "IVE COME TO VISIT!" She smirked, playing with Alices tiny paws as she waited for her friend. "I want to make trouble!"

~Mania your comments are gone because it was on your old account :(~ ~Haydees:

The Queen of the Underworld is bound to have a place to put her magic things, though she wasn't a magic type... Others loved to make deals, and she did in fact need weapons, but this room wasn't something Haydees or the others in the Underworld spoke of often. It was something they kept hidden. Boredom had taken over Amara, and it had been a long time since checked on the room, if she were being honest. This would be why the young redhead was found in the room walking around with what looked liked a check list. Thin brows pushed together in confusion as she turned around seeing the others standing behind her. Hecate and Mania. Her nose wrinkled, placing the list down to the side of her. "You two. What are you up to, and the better question is how did you get past my guard dog. Where is Cerberus Gabris."

~Hecate:

"Hello Amara! I just needed an ingredient for the a potion I'm working on." Hecate muttered, trying to make up a lie on the spot but it was a terrible one. Hecate had more magical ingredients than anyone else not to mention the herb garden she grew herself for the purpose of ingredients for spells. "I know you're such a busy goddess so me and Lyssa just popped in not wanting to bother you.", Hecate stole a glance over at her friend. "And Cerberus was distracted by his dog toys so we just. Walked on it. But will be going now." Hecate took Lyssa hand.

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~CLOSED RP FOR THE CHARACTER OF ARES AND HECATE IN MISFIT DEITIES.~

(Since you were deleted i don;t have your replies so im gonna post the original starter and my last reply because thats all i have. If you need any of my replies from inbetween the starter and last let me know. ~Closed roleplay with Ares Minerva, ares wants to make Roise immortal, Hecate feels a pange of symathy since she is so close with her furry friend alice. will an unlikly friendship bloom?~ /hope it's okay xD wasn't exactly sure how to start it up. Sorry for the shortness/ Night had just fallen over her cabin in the woods deep in the forests of Germany. Her cabin was modest size, enough room for her living room, bathroom, bedroom, magic room and kitchen. After, what had happened with the other Gods and Goddess taking away her potion and any trace of it she had left her coven and isolated herself. Dedicating herself to rediscovering a way to kill the other gods. It seemed the other gods and goddess didnt care she had fallen into isolation, she had never been a social goddess to begin with. The female bounced from three diffrent main faces but no one even seemed to bother looking for her, but she didnt mind. Hecate brewed herself up some tea and sat down on her purple velvet throne chair that faced in front of her desk. potions, incantations and ingridents littered the desk. Her familar, and best friend, alice on her lap when there was a knock at the door. ~Last Hecate reply: "Mhm a careful plotting god. Something I can respect, but be careful. Others are close to winning that black heart of hers." Hecate said with a small click of the tongue to empathize her point. "You're being civil but also a tad grumpy. I don't want you to lie but you could have a little smile on your face since I'm giving you what you want." She walked over to her magic space. Running a hand over her desk before grabbing a small cauldron as she begun to reach for each ingredient she would need to make this little pup live forever. "Tied to your soul, your life line." Hecate paused and stopped grabbing ingredits, turning to him. Waving her hands in the air as she spoke. "If you die, she would die with you. But lucky for you there's currently not a way to kill a god." Hecate let out a tiny chuckle since she had once held in her hands a way, but she would get it back. With the help of Amara, but Ares didn't need to know that. "She won't feel anything you feel. There's no connection to your pain or happiness." Hecate tuned back to the cauldron and lit a fire inside it before she walked over as Rosie came in. She knelt down and softly pet the cute little thing. "I need a hair, and than she'll just need to sit on my desk as I say the incantation. From you, ares, I need a drop of blood." She said finally and walked back to her work space and stirred the potion in the cauldron. "Come little Rosie." She said smiling. "Don't worry. I've done this with my own pet, Alice."

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~SOLO WRITTEN BY ME FOR MISFIT DEITIES HECATE FLOROS~

//Enjoy a really short, really shitty solo about how Hecate meet her cat and now familar, Alice. Sorry for the suckyness of this.// For a woman who had spent forever alone a friend was something absolute dyer and that’s what Hecate had thought she had made when she constructed her coven, No, she thought she was making more than just friends but family. Like minded, powerful people who were ready to make a change but that was before everything she had worked towards had been taken and stomped on right in front of her. Years of constructing the perfect mess of people, teaching them her ways, molding and forming them into witches and warlocks who would help in her path in having a lethal weapon, the most lethal weapon imaginable. A way to kill the other Gods and goddess, but word spread and soon all of Hecate’s memories and work towards creating the perfect weapon was ruined. The broken woman abandoned the coven she had worked so hard to form in her own flesh and blood. Retreating into the forests of Germany in isolation. She spent each day in her cabin in the woods. Reading spell books, old books of shadows along with tending to a small garden outside near the back of her cabin but, even if the Goddess wouldn’t admit it, she was lonely, well until a small kitten came her way. Each day Hecate would go outside to water the herbs and flowers she planted and each time the same kitten would appear, a thin, long, sneaky kitten who looked like she had not eaten in forever. Her fur the print of a leopards. “Shoo..” Hecate told the kitten, sure she would wreak her plants but with a small glance down at the ragged thing she sighed. A hand running through her raven locks before she bend down and lifted the kitten into her arms, chuckling at the small “meow” that escaped the cat’s lips. “Come now.” She whispered before heading back into her house. Bringing the kitten to the kitchen she gently set her down on the floor. Filling up two small bowels, one with water and one with some meat from her dinner the night before. Wandering off to her sitting room she waved her hand, making a fire appear in the fire place as she cuddled up in her favorite, purple colored chair. A novel in her hands as the kitten slowly made her way over to Hecate once the kitten was finished eating. Feeling a small weight added to her lap she looked down to see the kitten who looked up into Hecates green eyes. Hecates hand slowly started to pet the cat as a loud purr started to pour out its lips. “Well…If you’re going to stay with me you need a name. I shall call you…” She paused looking at her bookshelf when she spotted one of her favorite books. Alice’s adventures in wonderland. “You shall be Alice.”

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~MISFIT DEITIES ROLEPLAY CLOSED FOR THE CHARACTER OF RAMSEY AND HECATE~ ~Hecate:

Just because Hecate was hidden deep in the forest of Germany. Isolated in her beautiful cabin that held her, two famillairs, Alice her cat and riff raft her Raven and herself didn't mean she was isolated from the troubles and trials of the other deities. Hecate worked in the shadows, working hard night and day to remake the potion that had given her purpose but her ears were not shut and Alice and riff raff were good at delivering her back the whispers and talk of the gods. Hecate wore her middle aged face this stormy night. Long blonde hair, in her late 20's with piercing green eyes that would stop anyone in there tracks. She was thin, lean, but not shapeless. She had the curves of a woman. It was near midnight , the storm contuining to come heavy as she sat in her living room in her velvet purple chair. Alice draped in her lap, and riff raff next to her on his perch. Sipping her tea as she watched the fire flicker in the fire place. She knew someone was coming. Not just someone, but a shifter. Hecate guess was it was the one known by Ramsey. She had heard lots of whispers and words about a little fox who just couldn't seem to be caught, but now it had seemed they might have found a way. It was only a matter of time before Ramsey or the other gods came to her for help. Lucky for Ramsey, she had decided to come and she had no bad blood with the witch, maybe, for the right price Hecate would be willing to help. With a flick of her wrist the door flew open, and there stood the female shifter, drenched in water from the rain. "Come in." Hecate said with an alluring smile. The door shutting behind Ramsey. With another wave of her hand Hecate used her magic, drying off the girl completely from the rain. "How may I help you?" ~Ramsey: Appreciating the decor of the witch's home, Ramsey made her way to the recliner positioned directly across from Hecate as her pale honey colored eyes stared into her intended guest's. Extending her arms within the arms of the spacious and quite comfortable chair, Ramsey smirked as she lightly flexed her hands and her nails became black talons. Parting her lips to speak, an unmistakable Cajun accent, elegantly escaped her lips. "Why what can you do for me, sunshine? The way I hear it, you're quite /capable/ with your magic concoctions and little hex bags. Doesn't really conform to being what a goddess such as yourself is rumored to being, if you catch my drift, little darling. You see, I think--or more so along the lines of know that you and me? We'd make a mighty fine team. Give those other deities hell. Whaddya say?" Ramsey tilted her head seductively, giving tribute to her foxy nature as she smiled in true vulpine fashion.

~HECATES REPLY~

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~MISFIT DEITIES CLOSED ROLEPLAY FOR THE CHARACTER’S OF HECATE AND HY~

Starter is in reply to Hy Stavros's amazing audition piece which was shared and disscused in inbox., She'll have the face of Amanda Seyfried (in the edit) when he wakes.~

~Hecate:

The curse of the god of sleep that no one would ever fully understand was the curse of his own unconscious mind. In dreams, most enter world's entirely of their own accord; but the god of sleep himself had no dream world. Only everyone else's. He wasn't sure how long he lingered in the state of limbo between being awake and being asleep; but he knew in his heart of hearts that Hecate had granted him entrance. Trust was a strong thing; and he trusted her whole heartedly. Even if he'd never be able to tell himself why. The silence and stillness of serenity ensued and his strength pressed forward; onward. And his eyes, no longer heavy, opened. And there she was... The magical fortress of a cottage in the middle of Germany had such a wondrous hue of violet and rose, blended with the other elemental designs in such a magical finesse. It was a home that could only belong to Hecate. He was silent. Watching the surroundings; until he lay his eyes on Hecate herself. "So much time has passed and still you answer my prayers. Les, I wonder, if you remember the last time you prayed to me?"

~Hecate’s reply turn~

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нє¢αтє fℓσяσѕ- ɳickɳɑɱɛ(s): (The) Witch Goddess of magic, crossroads, ghosts, and necromancy Currently living: Black Forest, Germany Aℓιgимєит: Neutral evil ƒα¢є ¢ℓαιм(s): Amanda Seyfried, Helena Bonham Carter, and Chloe Moretz MℹᏕℱℹʈ: Witches- or spell casters have been around since the start of time. Mortals never fully understanding where they had come from, or if they were even real after all spell casters were just something spoke about in tales. Well, here are two facts that will come from this tale. One: Spell casters /are/ real. Two: They have a start, or rather a creator and her name is Hecate. Now it’s true, each deity has their own ability or power; some might even go as far and call it magic but true magic, well; only one of the deities has this ability and she can be a little hard to track down. For you see Hecate is one with many faces, clinging to three main identities. So, though chaos follows the name, the face has never been the same. Being the only child of magic Hecate was one for testing the water, seeing just how far her magic would take her and boy had it taken her far. As a young, carefree goddess Hecate’s hands had touched every point of magic Evening going as far as to bring the dead back to life. She was strong, powerful, something to fear, but lonely. Very lonely. Lonely minds wonder far. If she could bring the dead back to life with her words, couldn’t she do just the same with creating life? Centuries had passed and after so many different combinations of herbs, stones, and words Hecate had made someone just like herself someone who could cast magic just the same- a witch. There was no end to her work now; a group of her own to lead, to command. Spells after spells came from the coven; some not worth recalling, and others stronger than you could ever imagine and the one she held very dear to her; if she ever needed to bring a deity to its knees she could. Yes, Hecate and her coven could do just that! The one thing the other power hungry deities had long for Hecate had right at her fingertips. But see, this ever growing coven had its holes, those who could be easily broken and those who hadn’t cared about the coven or what happened to it. Word had gotten out of how strong the magic wielding Goddess had become and something had to be done. Hestia, wanted peace amongst the other deities, so, taking the matter into her own hands she had a meeting with the young Goddess. None can really know what took place there, but when Hecate left the memory of the spell to kill a God was gone along with any link to it; people, paper, everything… gone with no way to get it back. Defeated Hecate took to isolation, breaking herself away from the coven she created all those centuries ago. Taking to her final and main form of an older woman Hecate lived alone in a cabin deep in the Black Forest somewhere in Germany. Living away from everyone you can understand the shock on her face when another deity showed on her doorstep, Hypnos the Sleep god himself, looking for a place to hide for the time being. Not wanting the God to give up her hiding place Hecate agreed to take him in, as long as he kept her whereabouts to himself. He agreed, informing her that a war was about to break out amongst the other deities, and they were looking for Hecate and her deadly potion; the one that had killed Hades himself. ;Bio written by Misfit Deities, Character owned by Misfit Deitiess; *DISCLAIMER: Throughout time additions to Hecate’s bio will be added as story lines devolve and continue, these additions will be written by Hecate Floros*

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~MISFITS DEITIES ROLEPLAY WITH ATHENA. CLOSED TO ANYONE BUT HER.~ "A Goddess touch is more that powerful, its lethal." ~Athena x Hecate, closed roleplay. After Athena declares war on her brother, she comes to Hecate seeking help~ Hecate had been hard at work on her coven, every moment of her time had been poured into it. Crafting the perfect company, giving each a small bit of her magic to make the perfect the perfect family for the Goddess. A family of strong Witches who would be her key to power, well, them and the potion she was working on in secret to conquer the other Gods and Goddess, but that was another story. Hecate was playing with the strings of life itself and the more she pulled the more she craved to intertwined those strings into the perfect witch, It reminded her of the game she use to play as a young Goddess, cats in the cradle where you have a length of string wrapped around your fingers and you intertwined them, Hecate just hoped the strings of life wouldn't unravel like in the game she use to play. Hecate was never one to be friends with the other gods and goddess, she preferred her own company, and the company of the witches she was creating so when there was a knock on her door she was more than shocked. Hecate reluctantly stood, her hand at the ready, magic tingling her fingers, ready to defend herself from what ever was on the other side of the door, but as she opened it she saw an innocent looking Goddess that went by the name Athena, but Hecate knew better than to believe her look of innocents. War was upon them, and a pretty face could easily be the most deadly of them all. Hecate looked at the Goddess up and down before looking into her eyes, she wanted to make sure the Goddess didn't lie to her as she asked her question. "What do you want?" ~Athena:

Despair had reeked from the young goddess as she stood before one; who'd she had never once thought to ask for help. Times were strenuous for them all. Her hues scanned over the latched door of the isolated coven. Her fingers laced with the very intricate patterns that were displayed on the wooden finish. She was hesitant to make the next move, but deep down; she had known it had to be done. Everyone had turned their back on Athena, they had all stood by Ares during these times. She needed someone, anyone to help. She needed her. And that small push of despair is what had brought the young brunette to be knocking on her doorsteps. Suffocation, It latched amongst the young goddess, and pressed firmly against her throat. Her desolate hues lined with silver; as she tried her best to scratch her way to freedom. She pawed at her neck, but it still didn't break the acrimonious grip that had taken root. She longed for her airway to open up enough for her to breath, but even that was wishful thinking. Would it be too late to cower down now? To run from her sudden cry of desperation and fend for herself? Was it too late? Her chest tightened to the unlatching sounds of the door... wincing when it began to flutter open. The sudden loss of words had baffled the petite brunette. She perlustrated the sight of the woman before her with ease. She had always been a simple one to read. So seeking her help in this matter had not been very difficult. Athena's voice wasn't anything but a mere whimper to the woman before her as she whined out for help. "Please, i need your help.. if you can only grant me just a moment of your precious time." Her words were soft as they purred out of her silken lips. "I do, however have something that might interest you; if you were to ever let me in." ~Hecate: Hecate stood there listening to the scratching that came from the wooden door that protected her coven. Barred with symbols to keep the unwanted out, but it looked to her as someone had manged there way. To even touch the door that kept her coven safe was a small feat of its own. Hecate wasn't a merciful Goddess but she wasn't an unnaturally cruel one either. She dabbled in her darkness but that was just the order of her life, magic was both light and darkness intertwined and when she saw the young brunette she felt a pang of pitty but hecate was no fool she could sense the strength and power that was practically pouring out of the Goddess. Hecate watched the girl eyes, so innocent but she knew there was a darkness. "Something of my interest, you've intrigued me enough to allow you entrance." Hecate moved form the path where she had been blocking the entrance from the door. "What is your name?" She asked the young Goddess as Hecate picked up a touch that was attracted to the cave like wall before beginning her path thorough through the dark tunnels that were to anyone but herself and her coven a complete maze. After a while Hecate stopped at a another wooden door with symbols on it just like the entrance to her coven, opening the door. "Come in have a seat." She said simply. Now, even if the goddess wanted to leave she would most likely get trapped in the endless maze of tunnels that built her coven. Walking over to the wine colored throne chair she sat. A small leopard printed cat hopping up into her lap. Alice, her familiar. "Now, tell me what you seek form me." ~Athena:

A soft smiled had escaped from the brunette as she looked into the woman in front of her. It hadn't been often when she would accept the admittance from strangers; many of who had often times bare no gift in return to her precious time. But Athena had been no fool, she had known all of the tricks, and all of the ways to come to term with another. She quickly grasped the concept of what had been expected; and it always seemed to play to her advantage. As she walked past the powerful goddess, she placed her hands behind her, careful not to touch anything. Her intentions were to never anger the woman, but rather to collect enough information, to prove the myths. She had to play it safe if she were to succeed. And to the young goddess, it all began with the entrance. Sighing softly under her breath, she picked up the fabric from her dress, and carefully sat down before the woman. Her golden hues latched onto the others as she responded as well as she could to her quick questions. "First i would like to state my appreciation to your gesture of kindness tonight. My name is Thea, and i do need your help. What i give in return is dependable on what you seek and if our deal had stuck through to the end. So, darling, would you like to talk?"

//Still my reply but tagging you here for your notes and such. @athena-minerveraa

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