The newest arrival in the mansion is a tall, dark, mysterious man. Tall because he's a few inches shy of seven feet tall (about 6'8", if anyone's asking); dark because he's wearing a black leather duster, black fedora, and a black leather glove on his left hand (underneath the duster is a very ordinary t-shirt and pair of jeans, plus some dusty old ( Read more... )

[Enter a Greek youth, newly come from Argos. He stops within sight of the mansion, gazing up at it in awe.]

Is this a temple of Athene? I fear it must be, or else I am ruined. With the Furies at my back, I am come, Athena. Apollo's decree done; ugly justice done. My sister eased, wed to my dearest friend Pylades, and yet my mother's murder haunts ( Read more... )

He bears a striking resemblance to Anthony Quinn, though he's much hairier.  Nearly every inch of his olive skin is thick with black hair-it's clearly human, but there is a certain gorilla-like air.  His eyebrows are especially thick.  For all this, he only has short hair atop his head, and only faint stubble for a beard, which exemplifies his .  ( Read more... )

*And quite suddenly, HÄNSCHEN is in the main room -- in the process of pulling back from someone, his eyes closed ( Read more... )

She enters on quiet feet, her white gown in the Grecian style brushing the floor. She looks around herself with wide eyes, her mouth a little 'o' of surprise, her arms wrapped around herself. Cassandra looks around herself nervously and backs up against a wall so that she can watch on all sides, hoping dearly that no one will be able to sneak up on ( Read more... )

He's very noticeable in that he's not very noticeable, which is odd, because he's, you know, him. Apollo Acesius (only Acesius if a surname is asked for; it's easier than God of Music, Poetry, Medicine and Healing, Prophecy, the Divine Image of the Korous, Leader of Muses, God of the Sun, Olympian and part-time busker), looking more a modern mortal ( Read more... )

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Do you hear me? He hasn't.

Ahem.

And with no more ceremony, Altra stalks to the fireplace, fluffy tail held high, and flops in front of the fireplace. Then he starts to bathe himself, ostentatiously. When one looks like a rather large, long-haired fire-pointed Siamese cat, one has a lot of bathing to do.

((Same typist. Altra is from Mercedes ( Read more... )

This is a man heavy with regret, though oddly unashamed. His clothing and hair would still be stained with gore consistent with a serious head-wound though he is whole and rather surprised at it ( Read more... )

Enter one young man, bright of hair and fair of face, with two wings (whiter than snow) at his back, and carrying a bow and arrow. He regards the room with amusement, then nods to himself.

"You all can call me Eros. I figured since mother was here, I'd show up too. How's it going?" Yes, it's that Eros, and just in time for Valentine's Day, too ( Read more... )