Preface
.the mundane;
» Name: Lo
» Journal: wiltedbeautiful
» Contact: inthepastpresent@hotmail.com
.the myth;
» God(dess): Nike
» Reference: WIKI ; THEOI
» Family: {mother & father} Styx and Pallas ; {spouse} none, virgin goddess
» Played By: Darla Baker
» Human Alias: Nonnette Kessler
» Human Age: 21
» God of...: Victory
» Flair: She has an uncanny ability for bringing about “good fortune,” as people call it nowadays, to whom she desires to give it to (and sometimes unconsciously, as well, if she is around said person long enough). It comes into effect especially if she is close to whomever in relations or physical proximity.
» Weakness: She has often terrible luck herself, though. This leads to all other weaknesses such as grouchiness, fear, and being cynical, among other things.
» Fitting in: Errand girl for Athena’s law office!
» Personality:
Having (or had been having, in this case) wings for as long as she has lived, Nike tends to be a very flitting character, appearing briefly here and there before abruptly off again. This leads to her to being hard to catch in both physical and mental means. Nevertheless, she will appear when someone calls for her, especially if being Zeus, Athena, or her family members. Nike can also be composed despite all her antsypantsyness, especially among large crowds of strangers, and will take to people-watching and silent observation. Around a throng of people she does know, though, Nike can become warm-hearted and excitable-being the resident “cheerleader,” almost, as unspoken law.
Nike also establishes herself as a free spirited, independent character, not closely admiring the idea of a lover or anything that could possibly tie her down. For the majority of her time, she will mindlessly float around, being amongst her own thoughts and business, until called to action. Note that being in her own world does not make her any less observant towards the outside happenings, though, and she can acquire a sense of dry humor along with the look (she gives good Looks when Not Amused). Meanwhile, when called into action, Nike can rapidly change demeanor into a devoted and often very enthusiastic, determined being who is skilled at what she does. She is, in particular, practiced at aiding physical battle (as well as being on the frontlines, herself), but for most cases she prefers to submissively allow the other person the glory. Besides being accomplished at physical combat, give her a task such as handwriting thank-you notes and, as long as she trusts and likes you well enough, Nike will greet it with the same amount of energy and dedication.
» Sample Journal:
It snowed today. Snowed today and my only coat since being dropped onto the face of this earth was being dry-cleaned. Speaking of dropping, I don’t have wings anymore. I suppose it’s partly due to the undeniable fact that I’m now a mortal-but all the same, it is still so unnatural. I still continue having dreams of flying at night, only waking up to find my back devoid of anything except the cloth that covers it.
But in the meantime, I am glad Lady Athena has graciously given me this job. It is mostly running errands, though, which suits me perfectly-I like being on the run. I just don’t like it as much when I am cold and wet and could possibly slip on a patch of snow at any given moment (a few days before I could have flown). Though anyway, I am thankful Cronus has not decided to punish me (or any of us, for that matter) any worse. And some of you I haven’t seen in a while, though I suppose it was due to your sudden banishment here! It is pleasing to be graced with your presences again, regardless of the existing circumstance. How have you all been?
» Sample Roleplay:
“Excuse me, lady, but I am waiting for the copying machine.” A croaky voice broke through Nike’s concentration.
Nike’s head swiveled to where an old lady stood, her wrinkles deepened on her face in great annoyance. Nike blinked for a moment. “Er, yes, it’s almost done,” she then said politely, gesturing to where printed paper was shooting out from the machine every half second.
“It is not,” the lady persisted, head jerking downwards at the ‘not.’ “I’ve been waiting for two entire minutes, now. Honestly. Young people just carelessly waste so much paper nowadays, and without reason. You’d think you’d be more eco-friendly,” she tossed in Nike’s direction.
“I-I-” Nike in return uttered blankly, at a loss for words. Her fingers twitched and, in the background, was the oblivious, continual noise of paper-putting. Presently the woman continued, undeterred (or simply unwisely, Nike thought grouchily, slowly shifting position so that her arms now crossed over her chest), “Girlie, I have grocery shopping to get done after this.”
And I have a boss I need to get back to after this who needs exactly 200 copies, Nike wanted to retort, but resisted. Instead, she swallowed hard and said in the most pleasant, airy voice she could conjure up in a second’s notice, “I’m sorry; I’ll be done in a moment, ma’am.”
“Hm. Now, are you sure? I’ve already been waiting here forever, you do know.”
“I-am sure,” Nike forced out through a frozen smile and gritted teeth, before practically spinning back to the machine and unconsciously joining in on the old lady’s want of the copying to be done, already.
» Name: Lo
» Journal: wiltedbeautiful
» Contact: inthepastpresent@hotmail.com
.the myth;
» God(dess): Nike
» Reference: WIKI ; THEOI
» Family: {mother & father} Styx and Pallas ; {spouse} none, virgin goddess
» Played By: Darla Baker
» Human Alias: Nonnette Kessler
» Human Age: 21
» God of...: Victory
» Flair: She has an uncanny ability for bringing about “good fortune,” as people call it nowadays, to whom she desires to give it to (and sometimes unconsciously, as well, if she is around said person long enough). It comes into effect especially if she is close to whomever in relations or physical proximity.
» Weakness: She has often terrible luck herself, though. This leads to all other weaknesses such as grouchiness, fear, and being cynical, among other things.
» Fitting in: Errand girl for Athena’s law office!
» Personality:
Having (or had been having, in this case) wings for as long as she has lived, Nike tends to be a very flitting character, appearing briefly here and there before abruptly off again. This leads to her to being hard to catch in both physical and mental means. Nevertheless, she will appear when someone calls for her, especially if being Zeus, Athena, or her family members. Nike can also be composed despite all her antsypantsyness, especially among large crowds of strangers, and will take to people-watching and silent observation. Around a throng of people she does know, though, Nike can become warm-hearted and excitable-being the resident “cheerleader,” almost, as unspoken law.
Nike also establishes herself as a free spirited, independent character, not closely admiring the idea of a lover or anything that could possibly tie her down. For the majority of her time, she will mindlessly float around, being amongst her own thoughts and business, until called to action. Note that being in her own world does not make her any less observant towards the outside happenings, though, and she can acquire a sense of dry humor along with the look (she gives good Looks when Not Amused). Meanwhile, when called into action, Nike can rapidly change demeanor into a devoted and often very enthusiastic, determined being who is skilled at what she does. She is, in particular, practiced at aiding physical battle (as well as being on the frontlines, herself), but for most cases she prefers to submissively allow the other person the glory. Besides being accomplished at physical combat, give her a task such as handwriting thank-you notes and, as long as she trusts and likes you well enough, Nike will greet it with the same amount of energy and dedication.
» Sample Journal:
It snowed today. Snowed today and my only coat since being dropped onto the face of this earth was being dry-cleaned. Speaking of dropping, I don’t have wings anymore. I suppose it’s partly due to the undeniable fact that I’m now a mortal-but all the same, it is still so unnatural. I still continue having dreams of flying at night, only waking up to find my back devoid of anything except the cloth that covers it.
But in the meantime, I am glad Lady Athena has graciously given me this job. It is mostly running errands, though, which suits me perfectly-I like being on the run. I just don’t like it as much when I am cold and wet and could possibly slip on a patch of snow at any given moment (a few days before I could have flown). Though anyway, I am thankful Cronus has not decided to punish me (or any of us, for that matter) any worse. And some of you I haven’t seen in a while, though I suppose it was due to your sudden banishment here! It is pleasing to be graced with your presences again, regardless of the existing circumstance. How have you all been?
» Sample Roleplay:
“Excuse me, lady, but I am waiting for the copying machine.” A croaky voice broke through Nike’s concentration.
Nike’s head swiveled to where an old lady stood, her wrinkles deepened on her face in great annoyance. Nike blinked for a moment. “Er, yes, it’s almost done,” she then said politely, gesturing to where printed paper was shooting out from the machine every half second.
“It is not,” the lady persisted, head jerking downwards at the ‘not.’ “I’ve been waiting for two entire minutes, now. Honestly. Young people just carelessly waste so much paper nowadays, and without reason. You’d think you’d be more eco-friendly,” she tossed in Nike’s direction.
“I-I-” Nike in return uttered blankly, at a loss for words. Her fingers twitched and, in the background, was the oblivious, continual noise of paper-putting. Presently the woman continued, undeterred (or simply unwisely, Nike thought grouchily, slowly shifting position so that her arms now crossed over her chest), “Girlie, I have grocery shopping to get done after this.”
And I have a boss I need to get back to after this who needs exactly 200 copies, Nike wanted to retort, but resisted. Instead, she swallowed hard and said in the most pleasant, airy voice she could conjure up in a second’s notice, “I’m sorry; I’ll be done in a moment, ma’am.”
“Hm. Now, are you sure? I’ve already been waiting here forever, you do know.”
“I-am sure,” Nike forced out through a frozen smile and gritted teeth, before practically spinning back to the machine and unconsciously joining in on the old lady’s want of the copying to be done, already.