Mount Olympus

[Kiriel]

While down on the lands of mortals the clouds spat rain down, on the peak of Mount Olympus the sun was shining. Various Immortals meandered about, laughing and chattering, while others fed their zealous romantic appetites just out of view. Still others sat at the edges of the domain, peering down at the mortals below.

One of the latter group was a young Goddess, with ebony locks cascadeing down her back. She sat cross-legged, deathly pale skin looking as if it did not know the touch of the sun. Her gaze was a emerald gray, shifting between the two with her mood, at times a deep forest green, at others stormy gray.

She was a slight Immortal, but do not mistake her size for her temper; this Goddess had a taste for revenge. Going by the name of Kaltia, she was rarely seen about these parts. For she was the daughter of Hades and Persephone, and her home was the Underworld- and she only strayed this far when her mother went visiting.

Kaltia was the Goddess of Trickery, adoring illusions and sleights of hand. She was incredibly unpredictable- usually honest, in contrast with her art, but was able to lie with the best of them. It was difficult to comprehend what was real and what was not about her; but in truth she was indeed a young Goddess, and had not altered her looks this day.

Deception was the game she played, and her skill relied on her ability to surprise any of her enemies. And so she appeared here with her mother without any illusion or alteration, for the Feast of Zeus- a celebration of long forgotten deeds only surviving for the purpose to drink and indulge in pleasures of the flesh.

The Goddess rose, glancing about the scene, her eyes currently a shade of emerald, indicating her passive temperment this moment. She observed the other Gods and Goddesses about her, her expression vaguely amused by the unfamiliar surroundings.

((OOC: Feel free to make up Immortals, just join right in ^^))

 

[Bengal52]

A new god

He just walked up to where Kaltia sit resting. His white fur was glowing a gently blue. He walked upright but resemble the beauty of the cats he governed. He is the god of felines, son of Aphrodite. Even most of the goddess on Olympus were attracted to him. Today, he was just bored and curious about this young woman. Why was she on Olympus?

"Good day. How are you today?"

 

[LOST&FOUND]

OOC: What is the time period that this takes place? I have an idea for a character, but it will only work if it is set in modern times.

 

[Kiriel]

((OOC: Hmmm....I was thinking more ancient times, but only because only few believe in them today. I didn't really place it in a time period though- so as long as it doesn't flagrently screw with the basic foundatation of the system, you can do as you wish, make it modern if you want.))

Kaltia turned to face the newcomer, a slight smile curving the corners of her lips upward in greeting. Her eyes were curiously expressionless, as if shrouded as she glanced him over once to store him in her memory.

Many of the gods she hadn't encountered yet, because she had spent so much time in the Underworld with her father. She had inheirited only her mothers small frame and eyes, and had always felt closer to her father. Though she loved her mother, by her very nature she was more compatible with her father.

Therefore she hadn't traveled to Mount Olympus often, and came now only because of curiousity.

"Good day to you as well. I'm fine, thank you- and you?" Kaltia regarded him for a moment. "And would you mind telling me your name? I'm woefully out of date with many of the Immortals."

 

[LOST&FOUND]

Enoorez

OOC: Well I hope my idea does not mess up the basic foundation that much.

Name: Enoorez
God: Technology
Description: Average build, short black hair
Bio: Enoorez is the newly created god of technology. He is rather annoyed because of the flack that he gets from the "older" immortals.


How is that?

 

[Kiriel]

That works out fine- because pretty much anything can be technology, even the wheel in it's day. So you're most welcome to join. ^^ I hope you enjoy!

 

[kamalw1]

Is it okay if I play Ares, the God of War?

 

[LOST&FOUND]

Enoorez

Enoorez sat in the courtyard stareing off into space. He was tired of the abuse from the other gods so rather tan put up with them he sat alone. If only he could do something to show he was one of them then they might take notice. Yes that was it, he would come up with a disaster to torment the mortals of likes that was never seen before. Smileing to himself Enoorez began to formulate his plan.

 

[Enodia]

Erato

{OOC: Oh...cool! I LOVE Greek mythos}

Erato is the Muse of Erotic, or Love, Poetry. She is very passionate, but almost childlike. She is often seen with crows, who are Her messengers.

(if anyone wants reference go: here )

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Erato smiled to herself, wandering through a field of flowers on Earth. It was Spring, Persephone was on Earth, and Hades awaited Her return to the Underworld in the Fall.

Spring was the time for passions, and lovemaking, and fertility. Picking a flower, she breathed it's sweet scent. It was nice to be away from Mount Helicon--her sisters, the Muses, were often serious, and didn't enjoy beautiful things like flowers, and watching lovers coupling.

Erato looked upwards, seeing Mount Olympus nearly shrouded in clouds. She envied the Gods there--they could couple with humans. As a Muse, and the youngest sister at that, she had little options--only Gods that she was permitted to be with. And with Gods being coupled with other Goddesses, or mortals, she had no one to join.

She pouted, knowing that this line of thinking wasn't right. Zeus and Hera had put the laws in place after Calliope had coupled with that King, bearing Orpheus to him.

All Erato wanted was a romance. Being the Muse of erotic and love poetry, she had no first hand knowledge in the area. This made her sad. She sat beneath a willow tree in the center of the field, plucking at the petals of the flower.

 

[poohlive]

Apollo (uh-POL-oh) God of prophesy, music and healing.




A small river ran deep, sending up a nice wading pool filled with reeds that almost hid it from the real world. Apollo himself bathed in this now, his clothes laying somewhere on the bank, his broad chest bare and open to the heavens above, as the sun, and his brother Helios beamed down brightly upon him.
"The gods be pleased," He mused, wading in the calm waters that seemed to kiss his bronzed skin.
Words came to him, flowing out of what could only be some ingenius center of his heart that looked down on this small world of calm and relaxation. He sang with the vibrance of a bird, and the brilliance of a peacock.
When he finished, he climbed out of the pool, putting back on his clothes, and leaning up against a tree to look at the sight.
"Today," He spoke, nodding his head, as if agreeing with himself, "Oh, yes, indeed. Today is the day."

 

[Kiriel]

OOC: kamalw1, you are most welcome to be Ares. For future reference: You may be whoever you wish, as long as you don't either a) take an Immortal someone else already is, b) Make yourself all-powerful- yes, they are gods, but there are more then one, or c) Become someone's made-up child (Or parent) without asking them first. Other then that, feel free to do as you wish. ^^ Cheers!

 

[MissCheevious]

Nyssa

OOC: She is the Goddess of Mischief. (Who would have guessed ) Originally being Draiad (forest nymph), and still is, Zeus took a liking to her and decided to dub her so for all her wicked little acts.

IC:
A small framed figure is seen standing by one of the massive, marble columns of the great hall. Sharp onyx eyes watching as the group of powerful men and women chatter each other up, something looking bored beyond belief and some actually seeming to enjoying themselves. Nyssa was neither/or, just standing aside and watching the "games" commence. An all too familiar glint shines in her eyes as she watches Aphrodite mingle and laugh, radiating that sense of beauty and love. Sooner rather than later, she finds herself tongue tied. Not being able to form her words, almost like a lover trying to recite a poem to the one that they cherish more than anything.

"Nyssa... Have you nothing better to do?"

She stops her game with the Goddess of Love, her dark eyes cast to the floor before she looks over her shoulder to see Zeus himself and she gives a sweet, almost too sweet, smile... if that's possible.

"Whatever gave you that idea?"

Her beautiful chestnut brown, sun kissed tresses of gentle curls sweep down her back. Stopping just above her waist with a few sprigs of Baby's breath adorning it here and there, her caramel colored skin glowly slightly in the light of the sun. Dressed in a flowing dress of what looks to be the colors of Spring, hues of baby blue, white, pale yellow and pink.

"I suggest you find something better to do before you invoke her wrath." Giving her an all knowing look and a smile before he walks off, chuckling softly.

A soft sigh passes her pert, pink lips before she chuckles as well and turns her back to the Gods of Men and Goddesses of anything and everything mortal women wish to be. She looks down upon Earth, her dark eyes falling upon Erato.

 

[Asa]

~Irissa~

Raven haired
(That rests about at her ankles when left loose normally done up with tresses resting at longest mid back))
China blue to firey crimson eyes
((THe Darker the more apt a person was to be ripped apart))
5'8" ~Normally~
Toned but WELL graced of form and beauty, Mystery and exotic air

Daughter of Aries though her mother unknown to all but Aries and the other Goddess. Rumors hold it at Artimis or Aphrodite or perhaps an Amazon that Hera had granted the Immortal gift to for Services to the cause and sacrifice of existance but many suspected another goddess as if sibling blood matters any amongst the gods

*She could be as detatched as her father and at times twice as cold she was the Goddess of Warlords and Ronin Drifters even of the Animal kingdom. How she loved having animals turn on the mortals. Yet there was a soft caring side to her a heart did in fact rest beneathteh cold steel armor that she not only wore but seemed apart of her actual "emotional being".*

*Walking long one of hte many garden paths of Mount Olympus she belonged as much as any but the inherent coldness of her armor made her stand out somewhat thats why she stayed to some of the more hiddne paths and walkways. She had always found this place so beautiful. THough she was never suspected of having heart enough to appreciate or Enjoy it "Grandfather" had seen that she did. Even as a child she as most of the others Tolerated Grandmother Hera and adored him. She loved hearing him tell stories and watch him affect Mortals lives learning all she could from him and From her father who raised her strangely enough. She was Daddys weakness and she knew it and at times used that to her advantage... Getting to keep warlords as pets as a teen even aquiring her own Centaur herd which still now that she is grown follow her.*

Having had enough of being along she returned to the main area for the party looking to see who all was present see if her dear michevious friend was there yet among others*

 

[kamalw1]

Aries, the God of War

OOC: Aries is a muscular man with dark hair and dark eyes. He can constantly be seen wearing gleaming gold armor.

IC: I was in the main area, talking with Dionysus, the God of Wine and Intoxication. We usually had a good time together. We were friends because many of the soldiers who worshipped me also enjoyed some good drink. As we sat, talking and drinking, I spotted my daughter, Irissa, walking into the area. She was like me in many aspects, especially when she was angry. She was also as beautiful as her mother, whose identity was kept secret. I called to her, "Irissa, my dear, why don't you come join your father for a drink?"

 

[Kiriel]

Brushing a dark curl from her unusually pale face, Kaltia glanced at the other Immortals. So many faces; all possesed the aura of power, unless they wished to cloak it, or such a thing was against their nature. Few names matched up with faces, and the Goddess of Trickery sighed, placing her hand in a pocket of her currently crimson gown.

The attire was a constantly altering affair, although the graceful cut accentuating her elegent lines did not change as obviously. The color shifted from hue to hue, never repeating the pattern and rarely staying in different colors for the same amount of time.

From her pocket she withdrew a small cube, various shifting images on the surfaces. Touching it on two sides, the young Goddess kept one eye on it while she scanned the surrounding Immortals.

 

[MissCheevious]

Nyssa

Her dark gaze continued to look down upon Earth, watching as Erato walked through the field and she cocked her head to the side for an instant, her lips taking on this pouty look as she figures what she could with her. Her small left hand passes over her lips as she surpresses a giggle, sending a whispering breeze through the field, coaxing Erato sweetly and gently as much as any lover would but she stops as she hears a familiar name.

"Irissa, my dear, why don't you come join your father for a drink?"

Another slow smile spreads across her lips as she casts one last look down upon Erato before she turns around, slowly with only a nimble and playful grace a nymph possesses, she begins to wander through the groups of men and woman. Looking for her friend, stopping as she sees the armor clad woman.

"I should make you awaken in a dress one good morn, would that be wrong?"

A playful tone in her voice as she instantly appears behind Irissa, one hand on her hip as the other rests at her side. Her dress flowly freely about her small yet curvy figure as she only stood at 5'1" but her size did not fool anyone, she was a fiesty one when angered greatly. But that was a side she hoped no one to ever see if she could possibly avoid it.

 

[Asa]

~Irissa~

*Hearing Fathers voice and walks over*

But Of Course Father

*Laughs as the thought of waking in a dress*

Don't even try it you little sneek

*Turns smiling to her friend her eyes soft and pale for now though had any others suggested that she might have gotted a tad unamused*

So what trickery have you been up to?

*Taking teh Offered Drink and sipping as she listens*

 

[HydroTeddy]

((Could I may play a goddess? I made up a character awhile ago, and made a background for her. Her name is Iatis.... she was originally a Mage of Spirit.... but..... ))

 

[Kiriel]

((OOC: But what?

ATTENTION: Guys, I won't be here at all today, and probably not tomorrow, I have a funeral and wake to attend. Just so you all know.))

 

[poohlive]

After a short stroll out in the open air to dry his fair skin, Apollo decided to go back up to Mount Olympus. There was supposed to be something of a feast or a meeting, or something informal get together. He might as well make a fashonably late appearance.
Something caught his eye though.
A woman sitting under a willow tree. The very beauty of her took him away. Aphrodite had been kind to this one. He gave a slight smile, making his way across the field.
Something deep in his mind told him to say something to her, introduce himself. Being the God of prophecy, he took that little voice seriously.
"Hello," He kneeled down next to her, studying the very beauty in her eyes, "Who are you?"

 

[MissCheevious]

Nyssa

"Don't even try it you little sneak. So what trickery have you been up to?"

A smile passes her lips as her friend turns around and she curtsies slightly, hands pulling at the edges of her dress as she dips down slightly before straightening up again.

"Trickery? I? No, no. Mischief? Yes."

She chuckles softly, casting a slow look around before looking back to Irissa as her hands clasp behind her back.

"Keeping myself entertained as much as possible, and yourself? How have you been?"

 

[Asa]

~Irissa~


Ohh you know the usual spending time with Pet warlords... finding amusement wandering through teh camps and Aiding father.

*Smiles deviously and looks to see who father is paying more attention to before whispering to her*

Though I really am thinking of making that young general of Fathers into a pet as well... Adoreable fine specimin of craftsmanship for a mortal

*Laughs with a wink*

 

[kamalw1]

I continued talking and drinking with Dionysus when I saw Irissa whispering to her friend. "Come, Irissa, and sit with your father," I said, patting my leg. "You've been so busy with your various playthings that you haven't spent much time with me lately." I then glanced at her frend and said, "Nyssa, if you want, you are more than welcome to join us."

 

[Asa]

~Irissa~

*Slips over to her fathers lap the armor shimmers into a blood red dress as she smirks and winks to her father*

Jealous are we Father?

*Looking to Nyssa*

See I do wear dresses just not that often

 

[MissCheevious]

Nyssa

A soft giggle escapes her, her small hand coming back to her lips as she stifle it or at least attempts to.

"Nyssa, if you want, you are more than welcome to join us."

Her dark gaze falls upon the God of War for a moment before looking back to her friend, watching as her armor melts away and a dress takes it place upon her. She feigns shock, her small hand resting upon her chest.

"See, I do wear dresses just not that often."

"I will have to fix that."

Another giggle escaping her, the sound of her footsteps are lost over the din of the chatter between the Gods as she moves behind Irissa and takes a seat next to Ares.

"Good eve."