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.the mundane;
» Name: Elias
» Journal: buttonlights
» Contact: AIM: oigtlap
MSN : psydcyd@hotmail.com
email: psydcyd@gmail.com
.the myth;
» God(dess): Hades
» Reference: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hades#cite_note-11
» Played By: Robert Downey Jr.
» Human Alias: Ryker Broster
» Human Age: 37
» God of...: The underworld, the dead
» Flair: Manipulation through intimidation. Basically, Hades knows exactly how to terrify and intimidate others to do exactly what he wants.
» Weakness: Hades is possessed of a short temper, and this in conjunction with his sense of honor and ownership, can tend to make quite the messy situation.
» Fitting in: Crime boss of the “Cthonic Brotherhood”, a criminal organization with its hands in legitimate and illegitimate items throughout the city. The brotherhood itself tends to be a fairly clean and honourable family though, as there is no drug-running . The areas that the organization DOES focus in is human-trafficking and smuggling throughout the city as well as more white collar crimes that are executed through the various “friends” that Hades has throughout the city.
» Personality:
Hades is every bit a ruler as his two brothers. Thus, like them, he is protective of what he considers his own, possessed of his very own strong sense of honor, and possessed of an anger unrivalled by any others when angered. However, unlike his brothers, Hades, while having accepted his place in the world and his domain within the underworld…still resents his brothers and what they claim. This is why Hades holds such ownership over his wife, Persephone, the beautiful young goddess being the first and only taste of the upper domains that he had ever been able to experience in his realm. Initially, his ownership was more evident than it is now, centuries afterwards. In the beginning, he lay claim to her in every sense of the word to make her his…but now, as the two of them have found themselves finding refuge within each other…things are not nearly as straightforward.
» Sample Journal:
Oh, how lovely is this~
Top floor, wide open flat…and quite the view. Well, I’d say that I feel for those of you that find themselves stuck in the basement, but as these mortals say… “been there, done that”.
Oh, and before anyone gets any ideas, the roof has been claimed as well. After all, is anyone about to object to me giving my wife what I was unable to for centuries? I thought not.
Oh, and don’t worry dear brothers, you can always visit~ After all, who am I to cut you off from your natural elements? For you, Poseidon, the pool is always open, and Zeus…well, you’re always welcome to come take a look at the view.
» Sample Roleplay:
The silence in the room was positively deafening, no voices, only the ever-so slight sounds of breathing reverberating throughout the air. Unfortunately for the one sitting in the seat across from the rather large desk that took up a large portion of the room, his other sensations weren’t nearly as deprived. He could smell his own sweat rolling down in beads from his forehead, he could feel the crackling tension of the room, as well as the involuntary jittering and shaking that his body had taken up doing ever since the room had gone silent. Worst of all though…he could see the predator in the room that sat judging him, as if deeming whether or not he was even worth the time he had already spent staring at him. The eyes…the eyes were terrible. They spoke of a mind and soul that had knew of the most terrible acts, and had seen the results of all such things before his very eyes.
“…Almiro…” the predator’s voice broke the silence almost lazily, the words summoning yet more shakes from the other in the room. “…What am I to do with you…?”
It wasn’t a question, the victim knew that at the very least, knowing that the other was simply vocalizing his own deliberations as if to challenge the other into action. “You know well and good, that we do not…dirty our hands with this…filth, and yet you still attempt to bring it into the city.”
The other wanted to drop off his seat and beg, he wanted to cry for mercy, beg for forgiveness. If given the chance, he would’ve even swallowed a .44 if it meant escape. It took all of his remaining strength not to lose control of his functions.
“I could have you killed to set an example, to avoid any future trespasses into this…area. However, I don’t think I will. No, see…you’ll get to leave this room alive, and you’ll continue to work for me, and I won’t have had to have done anything more than have a few moments alone in a room with you in my office. You will not speak of what I did…or what I said. All anyone else will know, is that you learned your lesson. Are we clear, Almiro?”
Almiro nodded, and left the room when motioned just as scared as he had been before. The fear wouldn’t leave for days, and by that time it didn’t matter.
» Name: Elias
» Journal: buttonlights
» Contact: AIM: oigtlap
MSN : psydcyd@hotmail.com
email: psydcyd@gmail.com
.the myth;
» God(dess): Hades
» Reference: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hades#cite_note-11
» Played By: Robert Downey Jr.
» Human Alias: Ryker Broster
» Human Age: 37
» God of...: The underworld, the dead
» Flair: Manipulation through intimidation. Basically, Hades knows exactly how to terrify and intimidate others to do exactly what he wants.
» Weakness: Hades is possessed of a short temper, and this in conjunction with his sense of honor and ownership, can tend to make quite the messy situation.
» Fitting in: Crime boss of the “Cthonic Brotherhood”, a criminal organization with its hands in legitimate and illegitimate items throughout the city. The brotherhood itself tends to be a fairly clean and honourable family though, as there is no drug-running . The areas that the organization DOES focus in is human-trafficking and smuggling throughout the city as well as more white collar crimes that are executed through the various “friends” that Hades has throughout the city.
» Personality:
Hades is every bit a ruler as his two brothers. Thus, like them, he is protective of what he considers his own, possessed of his very own strong sense of honor, and possessed of an anger unrivalled by any others when angered. However, unlike his brothers, Hades, while having accepted his place in the world and his domain within the underworld…still resents his brothers and what they claim. This is why Hades holds such ownership over his wife, Persephone, the beautiful young goddess being the first and only taste of the upper domains that he had ever been able to experience in his realm. Initially, his ownership was more evident than it is now, centuries afterwards. In the beginning, he lay claim to her in every sense of the word to make her his…but now, as the two of them have found themselves finding refuge within each other…things are not nearly as straightforward.
» Sample Journal:
Oh, how lovely is this~
Top floor, wide open flat…and quite the view. Well, I’d say that I feel for those of you that find themselves stuck in the basement, but as these mortals say… “been there, done that”.
Oh, and before anyone gets any ideas, the roof has been claimed as well. After all, is anyone about to object to me giving my wife what I was unable to for centuries? I thought not.
Oh, and don’t worry dear brothers, you can always visit~ After all, who am I to cut you off from your natural elements? For you, Poseidon, the pool is always open, and Zeus…well, you’re always welcome to come take a look at the view.
» Sample Roleplay:
The silence in the room was positively deafening, no voices, only the ever-so slight sounds of breathing reverberating throughout the air. Unfortunately for the one sitting in the seat across from the rather large desk that took up a large portion of the room, his other sensations weren’t nearly as deprived. He could smell his own sweat rolling down in beads from his forehead, he could feel the crackling tension of the room, as well as the involuntary jittering and shaking that his body had taken up doing ever since the room had gone silent. Worst of all though…he could see the predator in the room that sat judging him, as if deeming whether or not he was even worth the time he had already spent staring at him. The eyes…the eyes were terrible. They spoke of a mind and soul that had knew of the most terrible acts, and had seen the results of all such things before his very eyes.
“…Almiro…” the predator’s voice broke the silence almost lazily, the words summoning yet more shakes from the other in the room. “…What am I to do with you…?”
It wasn’t a question, the victim knew that at the very least, knowing that the other was simply vocalizing his own deliberations as if to challenge the other into action. “You know well and good, that we do not…dirty our hands with this…filth, and yet you still attempt to bring it into the city.”
The other wanted to drop off his seat and beg, he wanted to cry for mercy, beg for forgiveness. If given the chance, he would’ve even swallowed a .44 if it meant escape. It took all of his remaining strength not to lose control of his functions.
“I could have you killed to set an example, to avoid any future trespasses into this…area. However, I don’t think I will. No, see…you’ll get to leave this room alive, and you’ll continue to work for me, and I won’t have had to have done anything more than have a few moments alone in a room with you in my office. You will not speak of what I did…or what I said. All anyone else will know, is that you learned your lesson. Are we clear, Almiro?”
Almiro nodded, and left the room when motioned just as scared as he had been before. The fear wouldn’t leave for days, and by that time it didn’t matter.