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» Name: Katie
» Journal: prosperinne
» Contact: AIM: loveandrespekt
.the myth;
» God(dess): Chloris
» Reference: theoi
» Family: {mother & father} Okeanos ; {spouse} Zephyrus
» Played By: Zippora Seven
» Human Alias: Flora Edison
» Human Age: 22 (birthdate: september 20, 1987/virgo)
» God of...: Flowers; a nymph of the Elysian Islands
» Flair: An incredible affinity for growing flowers. She has the ability to grow high-quality flowers with enhanced speed and very vivid color and smell.
» Flair Type: CONTINUOUS
» Fitting in: She arranges flowers at a small but popular florist shop.
» Weakness:
Passive nature; As seen in her history with her husband, Chloris decided not to forfeit her life in order to escape Zephyrus' attentions, as other nymphs have been known to do. Yes, rape is still sex against one's will, but she marries him afterwards and contents herself in the marriage. In Ovid she says as much:
"But he makes good the rape by naming me his bride, and I have no complaints about my marriage."
This airy sense of rolling with the punches definitely has its positives, and this is not to say that she is not an excitable person, but rather that she can be a pushover. She is not able to defend herself as she does not have it in her to take an active role in such things.
Absentminded; It is not so much that her head is too muddled down with thoughts of work and the like, but rather her acclimation to working with plants so much that has made remembering details hard for Chloris. Tending to her flowers and plants is like second nature to her. She does not need to remember how much bleach to put in the water for flower arrangements, or how often that rose bush needs to be watered-- she simply knows. This being her only real task for many many centuries has made Chloris a bit air-headed when it comes to details like what the conversation she is having was about, or she might find herself setting out to go to the grocery store but end up in an eccentric little boutique instead.
Delusional; From time to time Chloris can have some worry or thought stuck in her head and she can obsess over it. She will develop some irrational fear, such as her hand is going to disappear or her apartment is going to catch on fire, and will fixate on it. She does not quite panic, as she is not one to ever panic, her passive nature does not allow energy to be wasted like that. However, though she is not panicing she usually can calm down so long as someone assures her that whatever she is thinking is not possible/is not going to happen.
» History:
As many stories of the Greek myth persuasion begin, there once was a young and beautiful nymph. This particular nymph, going by the moniker of Chloris, was a nymph of the Elysian Islands.
One day, Chloris caught the eye of the West-Wind Anemoi, Zephyrus. And again, as these stories seem to go, Chloris ran when he pursued her, either startled or unwilling. The god was much stronger than the nymph was, though, and he overtook her and raped her.
From there, they were married and he gave her dominion over flowers. They had one son together, Karpos. As a goddess of flowers, she tended a beautiful garden with uncountable varieties of beautiful flowers, trees that were always green, sweet and soft grass with comfortable breezes. In this garden she enjoyed perpetual springtime. Her only duty was to spread the seeds from her own garden to the rest of the earth-- bringing color to an otherwise bleak land.
Chloris is taken from the present time.
» Personality:
Chloris is a hippy of the 60s persuasion, stuck in modern times. She is very easy-going and laidback, preferring to go about doing her own thing and being in touch with nature. Possessions and technologies mean very little to her, she would be the one to never take her phone anywhere with her and would never be a skilled driver. She is at her happiest when she is with her husband, friends or her flowers and plants. Chloris is also a pacifist. She cannot stand fighting and, in her own passive way, she will step in and ask for a peaceful backdown if a situation near or involving her starts to escalate. She tries to just accept everyone as they are and finds her own peace in going with the flow and living her life with love and tolerance.
Oddball would be one word to describe her, compared to relatively 'normal' people. Out in public, she walks in graceful steps to whatever song she is humming. When she speaks, it is with a very airy and you can almost hear the colors that she uses when she is typing. The atmosphere about her may make others feel a bit out of place, but also strangely peaceful, because she is so laidback. She enjoys having long conversations with others about any little thing that pops up, usually having at least one thought on many different subjects. Of course, these conversations are spattered with little random sidebars as she sometimes forgets what the conversation was originally about.
Chloris spends a lot of her time in a state of semi-oblivion. Things like anger towards her, or if someone might be coming onto her, usually do not appear on her radar and she can end up turning them into her own little commentary or thought about life or some such thing. Her mind is an airy and strange place, usually she is pondering the little things or trying to remember something that might have been important. "Ignorance is bliss" is a saying that would apply well. All this is not to say that she is in anyway 'slow' or less-than intelligent. She has lived for a very long time, and one certainly does not do so without gaining a bit of insight and wisdom along the way.
Not very often do dark or upsetting thoughts find their way into Chloris' head. Even the sad beginning of her relationship with her husband, her rape, is something that rarely brings up feelings of despair or mistrust. Certainly, at the beginning when the wound was fresh, she had felt confusion and sadness and perhaps a bit of anger, but her nature makes it hard for such feelings to stick. Much time has passed between her rape and the present time, giving her time to work through those feelings. The attentions of her husband and her receiving the domain of flowers has also helped to ease whatever pains there had been. However, not even she can forget that it happened and she is not immune from feeling sadness, pain or anger caused by any actions or events (not just those of Zephyrus). She loves her husband, though, and she might be prone to reassuring him that the rape was in the past and that she is very happy with their marriage now, and has been for a very long time. Forgive and forget.
Most of her time is spent either arranging flowers or working in the greenhouse at work. She lives a pretty solitary life, contenting herself in tending to her flowers, and she enjoys watching others. She prefers to observe the interactions of those around her, it is one of her favorite amusements. It is not that she does not like conversing with others, she loves to chat over a nice cup of tea, but it is just a little quirk of hers. Now and again she will pop up and have some observation to voice. For someone who seems to be in a daze, she notices a lot more than she seems to let on at times.
» Sample Roleplay:
Long, slender fingers, just kissed with a bit of color from the sun, grasped carefully at unusually green stems. The stems, attached to flowers of the most brilliant color, were placed with a deliberate and light motion into a large vase. More and more were added and soon the bare vase became a most vivid and aesthetically pleasing arrangement of flowers. Each blossom exotic and colorful, opened to absolute perfection, gave off the sweetest smell.
Chloris moved into to smell each of the flowers. Eyes closed, she hummed with pleasure at their scent. It reminded her of home, of her beautiful gardens. In one swift movement she swept the vase off the counter at her work station and made her way to the cool storage room, her hips swaying merrily and her long carefree strides making it seem more like she was dancing than walking.
"Here we are!" she announced, her voice airy and sweet, as she handed the arrangement to the owner of the store to be put on a shelf for when the customer came to pick it up later. Chloris was simply an employee but she had proved her penchant for flower arranging as soon as she had arrived and had been given many of the orders to fill. Her arrangements were revered at the small shop, always unique and beautiful, but done with such ease and at a quicker pace than most.
More pleasant humming, a mellow but happy smile at the praise she was given for the arrangement, and Chloris retreated back to her room to work on a few more orders. It was different, dealing with flowers in this manner. Each time she had to trim the stems was a bit painful, but in the end, she was able to create something beautiful again. Something that would make the recipient smile. Brightening the days of others was such a lovely thing.
At the end of the day, Chloris was able to take the few leftover flowers that did not quite make the cut as they threw off the aesthetics of the arrangement. They looked a bit wilted, lying on her workstation, but seemed to perk up a bit as soon as she scooped them up in her hands. Walking home from work, as the shop was quite close to the complex, she stopped now and again to hand a flower to a few people here and there. Men and women in business suits who looked like they had had a hard day, or a musician whose guitar case was looking a bit empty. She was greeted with strange looks sometimes, and others seemed shocked but they could not help but smile. Chloris simply gave them a pleasant grind and an airy "Have a nice day!" and continued walking in that graceful, mysterious dance-like walk back to the complex.
» Name: Katie
» Journal: prosperinne
» Contact: AIM: loveandrespekt
.the myth;
» God(dess): Chloris
» Reference: theoi
» Family: {mother & father} Okeanos ; {spouse} Zephyrus
» Played By: Zippora Seven
» Human Alias: Flora Edison
» Human Age: 22 (birthdate: september 20, 1987/virgo)
» God of...: Flowers; a nymph of the Elysian Islands
» Flair: An incredible affinity for growing flowers. She has the ability to grow high-quality flowers with enhanced speed and very vivid color and smell.
» Flair Type: CONTINUOUS
» Fitting in: She arranges flowers at a small but popular florist shop.
» Weakness:
Passive nature; As seen in her history with her husband, Chloris decided not to forfeit her life in order to escape Zephyrus' attentions, as other nymphs have been known to do. Yes, rape is still sex against one's will, but she marries him afterwards and contents herself in the marriage. In Ovid she says as much:
"But he makes good the rape by naming me his bride, and I have no complaints about my marriage."
This airy sense of rolling with the punches definitely has its positives, and this is not to say that she is not an excitable person, but rather that she can be a pushover. She is not able to defend herself as she does not have it in her to take an active role in such things.
Absentminded; It is not so much that her head is too muddled down with thoughts of work and the like, but rather her acclimation to working with plants so much that has made remembering details hard for Chloris. Tending to her flowers and plants is like second nature to her. She does not need to remember how much bleach to put in the water for flower arrangements, or how often that rose bush needs to be watered-- she simply knows. This being her only real task for many many centuries has made Chloris a bit air-headed when it comes to details like what the conversation she is having was about, or she might find herself setting out to go to the grocery store but end up in an eccentric little boutique instead.
Delusional; From time to time Chloris can have some worry or thought stuck in her head and she can obsess over it. She will develop some irrational fear, such as her hand is going to disappear or her apartment is going to catch on fire, and will fixate on it. She does not quite panic, as she is not one to ever panic, her passive nature does not allow energy to be wasted like that. However, though she is not panicing she usually can calm down so long as someone assures her that whatever she is thinking is not possible/is not going to happen.
» History:
As many stories of the Greek myth persuasion begin, there once was a young and beautiful nymph. This particular nymph, going by the moniker of Chloris, was a nymph of the Elysian Islands.
One day, Chloris caught the eye of the West-Wind Anemoi, Zephyrus. And again, as these stories seem to go, Chloris ran when he pursued her, either startled or unwilling. The god was much stronger than the nymph was, though, and he overtook her and raped her.
From there, they were married and he gave her dominion over flowers. They had one son together, Karpos. As a goddess of flowers, she tended a beautiful garden with uncountable varieties of beautiful flowers, trees that were always green, sweet and soft grass with comfortable breezes. In this garden she enjoyed perpetual springtime. Her only duty was to spread the seeds from her own garden to the rest of the earth-- bringing color to an otherwise bleak land.
Chloris is taken from the present time.
» Personality:
Chloris is a hippy of the 60s persuasion, stuck in modern times. She is very easy-going and laidback, preferring to go about doing her own thing and being in touch with nature. Possessions and technologies mean very little to her, she would be the one to never take her phone anywhere with her and would never be a skilled driver. She is at her happiest when she is with her husband, friends or her flowers and plants. Chloris is also a pacifist. She cannot stand fighting and, in her own passive way, she will step in and ask for a peaceful backdown if a situation near or involving her starts to escalate. She tries to just accept everyone as they are and finds her own peace in going with the flow and living her life with love and tolerance.
Oddball would be one word to describe her, compared to relatively 'normal' people. Out in public, she walks in graceful steps to whatever song she is humming. When she speaks, it is with a very airy and you can almost hear the colors that she uses when she is typing. The atmosphere about her may make others feel a bit out of place, but also strangely peaceful, because she is so laidback. She enjoys having long conversations with others about any little thing that pops up, usually having at least one thought on many different subjects. Of course, these conversations are spattered with little random sidebars as she sometimes forgets what the conversation was originally about.
Chloris spends a lot of her time in a state of semi-oblivion. Things like anger towards her, or if someone might be coming onto her, usually do not appear on her radar and she can end up turning them into her own little commentary or thought about life or some such thing. Her mind is an airy and strange place, usually she is pondering the little things or trying to remember something that might have been important. "Ignorance is bliss" is a saying that would apply well. All this is not to say that she is in anyway 'slow' or less-than intelligent. She has lived for a very long time, and one certainly does not do so without gaining a bit of insight and wisdom along the way.
Not very often do dark or upsetting thoughts find their way into Chloris' head. Even the sad beginning of her relationship with her husband, her rape, is something that rarely brings up feelings of despair or mistrust. Certainly, at the beginning when the wound was fresh, she had felt confusion and sadness and perhaps a bit of anger, but her nature makes it hard for such feelings to stick. Much time has passed between her rape and the present time, giving her time to work through those feelings. The attentions of her husband and her receiving the domain of flowers has also helped to ease whatever pains there had been. However, not even she can forget that it happened and she is not immune from feeling sadness, pain or anger caused by any actions or events (not just those of Zephyrus). She loves her husband, though, and she might be prone to reassuring him that the rape was in the past and that she is very happy with their marriage now, and has been for a very long time. Forgive and forget.
Most of her time is spent either arranging flowers or working in the greenhouse at work. She lives a pretty solitary life, contenting herself in tending to her flowers, and she enjoys watching others. She prefers to observe the interactions of those around her, it is one of her favorite amusements. It is not that she does not like conversing with others, she loves to chat over a nice cup of tea, but it is just a little quirk of hers. Now and again she will pop up and have some observation to voice. For someone who seems to be in a daze, she notices a lot more than she seems to let on at times.
» Sample Roleplay:
Long, slender fingers, just kissed with a bit of color from the sun, grasped carefully at unusually green stems. The stems, attached to flowers of the most brilliant color, were placed with a deliberate and light motion into a large vase. More and more were added and soon the bare vase became a most vivid and aesthetically pleasing arrangement of flowers. Each blossom exotic and colorful, opened to absolute perfection, gave off the sweetest smell.
Chloris moved into to smell each of the flowers. Eyes closed, she hummed with pleasure at their scent. It reminded her of home, of her beautiful gardens. In one swift movement she swept the vase off the counter at her work station and made her way to the cool storage room, her hips swaying merrily and her long carefree strides making it seem more like she was dancing than walking.
"Here we are!" she announced, her voice airy and sweet, as she handed the arrangement to the owner of the store to be put on a shelf for when the customer came to pick it up later. Chloris was simply an employee but she had proved her penchant for flower arranging as soon as she had arrived and had been given many of the orders to fill. Her arrangements were revered at the small shop, always unique and beautiful, but done with such ease and at a quicker pace than most.
More pleasant humming, a mellow but happy smile at the praise she was given for the arrangement, and Chloris retreated back to her room to work on a few more orders. It was different, dealing with flowers in this manner. Each time she had to trim the stems was a bit painful, but in the end, she was able to create something beautiful again. Something that would make the recipient smile. Brightening the days of others was such a lovely thing.
At the end of the day, Chloris was able to take the few leftover flowers that did not quite make the cut as they threw off the aesthetics of the arrangement. They looked a bit wilted, lying on her workstation, but seemed to perk up a bit as soon as she scooped them up in her hands. Walking home from work, as the shop was quite close to the complex, she stopped now and again to hand a flower to a few people here and there. Men and women in business suits who looked like they had had a hard day, or a musician whose guitar case was looking a bit empty. She was greeted with strange looks sometimes, and others seemed shocked but they could not help but smile. Chloris simply gave them a pleasant grind and an airy "Have a nice day!" and continued walking in that graceful, mysterious dance-like walk back to the complex.