forum Greek Mythology Roleplay, y'all

Started December 05, 2019 by @PrettyLittlePyro

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(I’ll get mine up real quick)

Name: Weylar Richter

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Bisexual

Shipping(yeah or nah): YEPPPPPPPPP!!!!

Appearance: Weylar is a man who stands at 6’1”. He has straight black hair, black eyes, a unhealthily pale skin tone, and a tattoo of an hourglass on his right arm. He usually wears a short sleeved polo of either navy or light gray, ripped jeans or training pants, sneakers, and sunglasses. He’s quite fit for a man his age but his clothing style doesn’t show that.

Personality: Weylar is a strict man who, to some degree, is a ball of art and creativity. He can be a bit enraged when people aren’t tidy or are lacking care in hygiene. He’s a bit of an expressive person though he knows what he can show and when he can show it.

God/Goddess/Demigod?: God, Chronos

God(dess) of/Demigod Child of: Empirical Time

Weapons: He carries around a pocket watch which can manipulate time in any way except rewinding it and it is harder than diamond, meaning it can be used as a deadly yo-yo kind of weapon.

Other: He’s just finished highschool and is currently working part-time at a local convenient store. He has a clock, watch, and hourglass collection at home.

Name: Avery Cane
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pansexual
Shipping(yeah or nah): Yeah
Appearance: https://66.media.tumblr.com/c17ec545410d051ea92cf78f0a2bc893/tumblr_nu6jlxaylD1qhmkmoo8_250.jpg
Personality: Organized, determined, quick wit, and intelligent
God/Goddess/Demigod?: Demigod
God(dess) of/Demigod Child of: Hecate
Weapons: Magic and dagger (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/03/6b/2f/036b2f35ac7b3342d49970bca94f965e.jpg)
Other: Currently taking a gap year as she decides to go to which college she wants to go to.

(I kind of took a twist on something, hope thats ok)

Name: Frances Crescente
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pansexual (also Poly)
Shipping: Yeah
Appearance: Silken hair the colour of coffee reaching just below her waist, that falls in thick waves, like the ocean. Warm, caramel coloured skin with rosy undertones, and a sprinkle of freckles. Usually wearing something you'd imagine a poet in Paris to wear; very chic ensembles with a beret or gold jewellery. She has a tattoo of a wishbone on her inner left arm.
Personality: She is a passionate and adventurous soul 'roaming the earth,' looking for meaning in everything she sees, and is deeply connected with nature. Frances is not afraid to show her emotions, and is an admirer of art, in all its forms. Seasons change, and so do I; She feels like she can't stay in one place or be with one person for too long, and is afraid of commitment.
God/Goddess/Demigod?: Goddess, Maia
God(dess) of: Growth. Healing. The In-Between. The road to happiness from sadness, addiction to recovery, evil to good, pain to restoration, friends to family, strangers to lovers. Everything progressive in life that takes time and vulnerability is needed to further mankind, and she oversees the 'growing' process.
Weapons: The Executioner's Sword; (only for show and in literature/myths) for when someone has given up on something worth living for. It is depicted to be made out of solid gold, with the inscription; When I Raise This Sword, I Pray This Fallen Soul Everlast's In Solace.
Other: She did a program for high school where she spent each school year in a different country/city, and that's where she found her passion for travel and meeting new people.

(Nice, guys, I love all of them!)

Name: Victor "Vic" Anavian

Age: Looks 19

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Bi

Shipping(yeah or nah): Meh. Probably.

Appearance: Vic doesn't look like he's the god of anything. He's about 6'0'', and has pale skin. He can never decide what color his hair should be, and it has gone from black to brown to blonde to red to all sorts of outlandish colors. He has penetrating eyes the color of storm clouds, and he is pretty muscled and fit. He has a tattoo of a dark stream curling up from his wrist to his shoulder. He usually wears jeans and an oil-stained jacket, making his look more like a mechanic than anything else. He's really kinda hot, although no one ever notices, because he usually hangs out with the less good-looking.

Personality: He can be kind of unpredictable, like the wind he stands for. He can be kind and happy and cheerful one moment, then angry and… well, thunderous, the next. He is very loyal, and can act like a cute little puppy, all cuddles and hugs. When he's angry, he doesn't say much, but whoever made him angry he will ignore them with his frosty temper. He doesn't explode with fury, and his temper is as cold and frigid as ice. He has a sly sense of humor, with subtle jokes. He gets really excited about the things he's passionate about, and can talk about them for hours.

God/Goddess/Demigod?: Boreas, god

God(dess) of/Demigod Child of: God of the north wind and winter

Weapons: Like a weird staff-type thing, with a spearpoint at the end, made completely of ice. Also several daggers, poison, his wind(which can get really cold, y'all), and a screwdriver. Why a screwdriver? I dunno. He's Vic. Of course he does.

Other: Vic is actually really interested in machinery. He loves to put things together to see how them all work. He's also a really good skier(naturally), and loves the outdoors.

Name: April-May Mardon (goes by April)

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual

Shipping(yeah or nah): Yep!

Appearance: April is rather short at 5’2”, with a moderately curvy build. She has golden blonde hair tied back in a braid, and large brown eyes. She dresses athletically in tank tops and leggings, preferring bright colors, and loves her beat-up Nike’s to death. April looks very approachable and friendly, with a consistent smile and happy demeanor.

Personality: Upbeat and enthusiastic, April has been described as a ray of sunshine. She’s outgoing and loves talking with other people, and never passes up an opportunity to explore. Her main hobby is music, as she plays the flute, piano, clarinet, and drums, but she also does cross-country running.

God/Goddess/Demigod?: Demigod

God(dess) of/Demigod Child of: Apollo, specifically his musical aspect

Weapons: Her flute extends into a staff that she uses to fight.

Other: She loves action movies and like trying to recreate scenes from her favorite movies.

Name: Finn James
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Sexuality: pan
Shipping(yeah or nah): hell yeah
Appearance: Finn is tall and slim, with black, wavy hair. He has heterochromia, and one eye is gold, one is green. He has long, slim fingers and a straight nose. There is a scar in his left eyebrow, and a few scars scattered around his body. He has a tattoo of a bird on his left shoulder blade, and a tattoo of a wolf head on his right shoulder blade.
Personality: (rough, will be fleshed out more in RP) Finn is…well. He seems to have two personalities. One is young, the teenager, one is ancient, older than anything else. He is usually the teenager, but sometimes the other takes control. They sometimes work together, but not often
God/Goddess/Demigod?: God, Janus
God(dess) of/Demigod Child of: God of beginnings, gates, transitions, duality, doorways, passages, choices, and endings
Weapons: Sword, gun
Other:

The sun shone brightly across the sky, although Vic didn't notice. Nor did he notice the birds singing, or the busy, bustling noise of the city, or the yellings of the people for him to get off the roof. He was asleep, the rays of the sun warming him and lighting up his pale skin.

He awoke soon, blinking up at the sun. He groaned and sat up, carefully avoiding the edge of the building. "Stupid sun," he muttered, swiping the sleep from his eyes. Wiping sweat from his forehead, he sent a cool breeze over his forehead before standing and stretching, joints cracking. He moved to the edge of the roof, peering down. No one was in sight, and he jumped off, a wind catching him and setting him down gently on the ground. He shoved his hands in his pockets and bowed his head, walking off.

April strolled down the cracked sidewalk, her head moving in time with the thumping beat in her earbuds. She twirled the tip of her braid around her finger as she hummed, basking in the bright sunlight. Suddenly, a hand came to rest on her shoulder, holding her in place with a steel grip. She tugged out an earbud and tried to turn around, but the hand held fast. Before she could cry out, April was yanked backwards, and she saw the fuzzy edges of a portal wrap around her like a cloak. Her vision swirled with luminous streaks and slowly faded to an uncompromising black, her consciousness drifting away with it.

Frances strolled down the busy marketplace, somewhere in northern Italy, her beige heels clacking against the rough stone-paved road, and her sunkissed hair flowing as if it had a mind of its own.
"Ciao! Francesca!" A jolly woman greeted her from a stand. She grinned, greeting her back and kissing both her cheeks. She made happily small talk with her for a little bit. After all, conversations are what further grew most relationships. Frances wished her a good harvest this summer and continued down the crowded streets, her white dress billowing in the warm wind.

“Thank you for your purchase!” Weylar said out loud to the latest international customer. It was getting late at his part of the world. He yawned a bit and almost thanked the heavens when the night officers stepped in and replaced him.
As he stepped out of the shop, he yawned and looked at the time. It was about half past eleven at night. He walked down the now empty and quiet streets of downtown parts of Songshan district, Taiwan.
Without a warning, someone snuck up behind him and covered his mouth with a cloth soaked in some sort of drug.
Weylar pressed his pocket watch once before the drug could have an effect on him. With that, he ran away as fast as he could before pressing the watch again as time ran back to normal.

Finn was walking down the street, earbuds in his ears as he hummed, walking quickly. He wasn't heading home quite yet, but he didn't have a destination in mind. Then again, this was New York, which meant that there was always something to see. So long as he stayed away from any gang controlled streets, he would be just fine, and there was always some sort of entertainment. Perhaps he could even head to the park. Though he wasn't sure. He had been there rather a lot recently. But then again, it was nearly time for him to be moving on anyways. He was never content in one place, he had found, and was constantly moving. He had lived in the UK for a long time, only moving here to New York…perhaps a year ago? He wasn't quite sure.