Il Promenade Application
PLAYER
✧ NAME: Muzy
✧ LJ USERNAME: muzivitch
✧ CONTACT (EMAIL, AIM, MSN, PLURK, ETC.): Gchat: midori.no.mizu; AIM: PlaceboPiper
✧ CURRENT MUSE LIST: Urania, also applying for Loki
CHARACTER
✧ NAME: Pan
✧ SERIES: Greek Mythology
✧ HISTORY: Pan is both one of the eldest and the youngest gods. He makes his home in Arcadia, far from Olympus, he is the god of the wilderness, of shepherds and flocks and hunters, of rustic music and lust, of theatrical criticism. He is the son of Zeus. Or the son of Hermes. Or the son of Dionysus. Yet he is said to be older than the Olympians, and taught Apollo prophecy and provided Artemis with her hunting dogs. He was instrumental in defeating the Titans, by spreading panikon deima to confuse and terrorize them.
Pan has the dubious distinction of being the only Greek god to die.
He has, in a way, been born thrice - first as Pandemonium, the primordial god, second as the son of Dionysus and the nymph Dryope, and a third time in a rebirth that left him with the form of a human instead of a satyr. He has died, at the hand of a trickster god he can't remember, and as a result, Pan doesn’t just (wisely) distrust tricksters, he despises them. However, being one of their number, Pan is extremely good at concealing this hate, and unless someone delves deep, they won't notice that he behaves any differently with a trickster than with any other immortal or mortal.
He once lived on Olympus, a very long time ago, and was pushed out to Arcadia, where he doesn’t need to deal with the politics and machinations of his relatives.
✧ TIMELINE: Pan lives and has adapted for modern times; depending on what mood he’s in (or discipline’s reigning highest at the time) he lives in very large, chaotic cities or the middle of nowhere or something in between Recently, he’s been going as Peter Wild and living in Santa Fe, New Mexico, where he’s a “landscape architect.”
It’s not exactly a lie.
✧ PERSONALITY: Pan is trouble. Whereas you might say someone has a mischeivous streak, Pan is a mischeivous streak. He’s the source of a hell of a lot of mischievous streaks. He loves sowing chaos and discord among his relatives and mortals, and who’s surprised? When you boil Pan down to his essence, he is the force of chaos. He’s Pandemonium, and creating trouble is as natural to him as breathing is to everybody else. It’s something he’s got to do, and luckily he’s adorable and charming enough to get away with whatever mischief he manages to conjure.
The charm comes from centuries of being the only Greek god to actually have to work for his conquests - until he was transformed into a human form by Hades, he was half-goat, and goat’s aren’t exactly the most sought after boyfriends - and he’s spent a long time developing an irresistable Peter Pan-like persona that just encourages everyone to go along with him. He doesn’t need to be that convincing anymore, of course, but he still is, and when paired with his huge brown eyes, the world is pretty much screwed.
Beneath his sometimes childlike charm, though, Pan is an extremely cynical god with daddy issues bigger than some continents (like Asia). He was abandoned at birth by a mother who ran screaming away, and his father - not even the gods really know who that is - has never been much better, pretty much defining absentee parenthood by living on Olympus while exiling Pan to distant Arcadia. Pan’s extended this cynicism to most of his Olympian family to the point where if he’s approached, he assumes they want something, because that’s usually the case; he most famously engineered the defeat of the Titans with panikon deima, after all, he gifted Artemis with her hunting dogs, and he taught Apollo prophecy. History’s taught him that if he sees one of the Olympians, it’s because they want something from the primordial god they exiled from the mountaintops, and he’s not inclined to give it up. He’s less cynical with humans - who he can, and has played - and has absolutely no cynicism when it comes to his beloved animals. Especially cats, who despite lording it over everyone else in the known universe, adore Pan above all else and express their adulation by napping on him. Constantly.
✧ ABILITIES/POWERS: As the god of the wilderness, Pan has the ability to cheat in his landscaping business make things grow. His pipe-playing is kind of hypnotic, making him the first pied piper in a way, and perhaps most famously, he has the ability to sow feelings of panic and chaos in gods and mortals alike.
✧ TIME OF ARRIVAL: Night
✧ MASK DESIGN: Deep forest green velvet half mask, covered in leaves of a slightly lighter shade of green.
✧ PLACE OF SOLACE: The mountain forests of Arcadia, Greece, dense and filled with native fauna.
SAMPLES
✧ FIRST PERSON: I obviously made a mistake when I complained I was bored out loud, but darling, I didn’t mean I’m so bored please please put me in some kind of odd dream world. Really.
Morpheus, you’re hilarious. Actually, if someone had asked me, I would’ve sworn up and down that you had your sense of humor surgically removed sometime right after birth.
Well, fine then. At least it doesn’t look like there’s nothing to do like in...never mind, ignore that. I just mean...it just looks like I can have some fun here, that’s all. And I’m gonna. I’ve been looking around, just a little, and this place has everything your heart could desire, every wish is granted. It’s like Olympus that way, and that just means that it needs the one thing Olympus has lacked for a good long while - something to shake it up a little.
Me, in a word.
✧ THIRD PERSON: At first glance, it appeared to be a forest clearing, beautiful and wild but nothing different than a hundred other clearings spread throughout the woods of the Arcadian mountains. But when you looked again, Pan thought, you saw something quite different. Hidden in the trees were a series of structures suspended in air, hung with ivy and dew, and through the mist-shrouded branches you could see the faint glow of light, and you could smell the scent of fire and food. There was the fire pit, a circle suspended in the arms of a large oak with a crackling golden fire, a roast, and bowls of marshmallows, chocolate and crackers waiting. There was the bar, stocked with a rich variety of wines and alcohols and staffed by two of the satyrs. And then there was the forest floor itself, bare now, but waiting for the dancing. On all sides of the floor, there were cushions on the low branches and benches of fallen logs, each accompanied with wooden buckets full of wine and beer bottles and glassed suspended with vine.
"Well," he said to Zaffre, his small blue dragon currently wrapped around his neck, "I think we're ready." Pan flicked a leaf off his forest green turtleneck and looked around with approval before pausing. "We're almost ready," he corrected, and pulled his pan flute up to his lips.
The forest filled with music as he played, music that began as the mystical songs of the flute, but transformed as he let the instrument fall to his side - transformed into thrumming, sensual rhythms and intricate guitars that would encourage the party-goers to...well, Pan thought with a sharp grin, to be bad. Very bad.
"Let the games begin," Pan said.
✧ NAME: Muzy
✧ LJ USERNAME: muzivitch
✧ CONTACT (EMAIL, AIM, MSN, PLURK, ETC.): Gchat: midori.no.mizu; AIM: PlaceboPiper
✧ CURRENT MUSE LIST: Urania, also applying for Loki
CHARACTER
✧ NAME: Pan
✧ SERIES: Greek Mythology
✧ HISTORY: Pan is both one of the eldest and the youngest gods. He makes his home in Arcadia, far from Olympus, he is the god of the wilderness, of shepherds and flocks and hunters, of rustic music and lust, of theatrical criticism. He is the son of Zeus. Or the son of Hermes. Or the son of Dionysus. Yet he is said to be older than the Olympians, and taught Apollo prophecy and provided Artemis with her hunting dogs. He was instrumental in defeating the Titans, by spreading panikon deima to confuse and terrorize them.
Pan has the dubious distinction of being the only Greek god to die.
He has, in a way, been born thrice - first as Pandemonium, the primordial god, second as the son of Dionysus and the nymph Dryope, and a third time in a rebirth that left him with the form of a human instead of a satyr. He has died, at the hand of a trickster god he can't remember, and as a result, Pan doesn’t just (wisely) distrust tricksters, he despises them. However, being one of their number, Pan is extremely good at concealing this hate, and unless someone delves deep, they won't notice that he behaves any differently with a trickster than with any other immortal or mortal.
He once lived on Olympus, a very long time ago, and was pushed out to Arcadia, where he doesn’t need to deal with the politics and machinations of his relatives.
✧ TIMELINE: Pan lives and has adapted for modern times; depending on what mood he’s in (or discipline’s reigning highest at the time) he lives in very large, chaotic cities or the middle of nowhere or something in between Recently, he’s been going as Peter Wild and living in Santa Fe, New Mexico, where he’s a “landscape architect.”
It’s not exactly a lie.
✧ PERSONALITY: Pan is trouble. Whereas you might say someone has a mischeivous streak, Pan is a mischeivous streak. He’s the source of a hell of a lot of mischievous streaks. He loves sowing chaos and discord among his relatives and mortals, and who’s surprised? When you boil Pan down to his essence, he is the force of chaos. He’s Pandemonium, and creating trouble is as natural to him as breathing is to everybody else. It’s something he’s got to do, and luckily he’s adorable and charming enough to get away with whatever mischief he manages to conjure.
The charm comes from centuries of being the only Greek god to actually have to work for his conquests - until he was transformed into a human form by Hades, he was half-goat, and goat’s aren’t exactly the most sought after boyfriends - and he’s spent a long time developing an irresistable Peter Pan-like persona that just encourages everyone to go along with him. He doesn’t need to be that convincing anymore, of course, but he still is, and when paired with his huge brown eyes, the world is pretty much screwed.
Beneath his sometimes childlike charm, though, Pan is an extremely cynical god with daddy issues bigger than some continents (like Asia). He was abandoned at birth by a mother who ran screaming away, and his father - not even the gods really know who that is - has never been much better, pretty much defining absentee parenthood by living on Olympus while exiling Pan to distant Arcadia. Pan’s extended this cynicism to most of his Olympian family to the point where if he’s approached, he assumes they want something, because that’s usually the case; he most famously engineered the defeat of the Titans with panikon deima, after all, he gifted Artemis with her hunting dogs, and he taught Apollo prophecy. History’s taught him that if he sees one of the Olympians, it’s because they want something from the primordial god they exiled from the mountaintops, and he’s not inclined to give it up. He’s less cynical with humans - who he can, and has played - and has absolutely no cynicism when it comes to his beloved animals. Especially cats, who despite lording it over everyone else in the known universe, adore Pan above all else and express their adulation by napping on him. Constantly.
✧ ABILITIES/POWERS: As the god of the wilderness, Pan has the ability to cheat in his landscaping business make things grow. His pipe-playing is kind of hypnotic, making him the first pied piper in a way, and perhaps most famously, he has the ability to sow feelings of panic and chaos in gods and mortals alike.
✧ TIME OF ARRIVAL: Night
✧ MASK DESIGN: Deep forest green velvet half mask, covered in leaves of a slightly lighter shade of green.
✧ PLACE OF SOLACE: The mountain forests of Arcadia, Greece, dense and filled with native fauna.
SAMPLES
✧ FIRST PERSON: I obviously made a mistake when I complained I was bored out loud, but darling, I didn’t mean I’m so bored please please put me in some kind of odd dream world. Really.
Morpheus, you’re hilarious. Actually, if someone had asked me, I would’ve sworn up and down that you had your sense of humor surgically removed sometime right after birth.
Well, fine then. At least it doesn’t look like there’s nothing to do like in...never mind, ignore that. I just mean...it just looks like I can have some fun here, that’s all. And I’m gonna. I’ve been looking around, just a little, and this place has everything your heart could desire, every wish is granted. It’s like Olympus that way, and that just means that it needs the one thing Olympus has lacked for a good long while - something to shake it up a little.
Me, in a word.
✧ THIRD PERSON: At first glance, it appeared to be a forest clearing, beautiful and wild but nothing different than a hundred other clearings spread throughout the woods of the Arcadian mountains. But when you looked again, Pan thought, you saw something quite different. Hidden in the trees were a series of structures suspended in air, hung with ivy and dew, and through the mist-shrouded branches you could see the faint glow of light, and you could smell the scent of fire and food. There was the fire pit, a circle suspended in the arms of a large oak with a crackling golden fire, a roast, and bowls of marshmallows, chocolate and crackers waiting. There was the bar, stocked with a rich variety of wines and alcohols and staffed by two of the satyrs. And then there was the forest floor itself, bare now, but waiting for the dancing. On all sides of the floor, there were cushions on the low branches and benches of fallen logs, each accompanied with wooden buckets full of wine and beer bottles and glassed suspended with vine.
"Well," he said to Zaffre, his small blue dragon currently wrapped around his neck, "I think we're ready." Pan flicked a leaf off his forest green turtleneck and looked around with approval before pausing. "We're almost ready," he corrected, and pulled his pan flute up to his lips.
The forest filled with music as he played, music that began as the mystical songs of the flute, but transformed as he let the instrument fall to his side - transformed into thrumming, sensual rhythms and intricate guitars that would encourage the party-goers to...well, Pan thought with a sharp grin, to be bad. Very bad.
"Let the games begin," Pan said.