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GODS AND GODDESSES RP
So in this RP, we'll be playing gods and goddesses that belong to an ancient civilization I just made up, which is called Faemiri. Its inhabitants are the Faemirians, and the gods we create, of course. Only eleven members, please. (In addition to myself.) If you join, you hereby pledge to post regularly and not forget about the RP, okay? I want this to thrive! Here's the charrie sheet and my charrie.
Name: Isychio
God or Goddess?: God
Age: If he were human, he'd be about 47.
God(ess) of what?: God of silence, fortune, and colors.
Appearance: Very tall and strong. Rich dark skin. Eyes are wise and kind, with a hint of sadness. They look like color wheels with no pupil. They're cool, I can draw a picture if it doesn't make sense. I'll just draw a picture of him for you so he makes more sense overall.
Personality: He is, in essence, quiet. When he speaks, his voice is deep, harmonious, and rumbling. Many mortals will Queste far just to hear it. He's distant and gives off a strong aura of power. He likes to be alone, but you can tell it's worn on him through the years. He's a constant presence, someone to lean on. He's always there for those he supports. He's well loved.
Powers: He can silence millions with a wave of his hand, and make colors erupt from anywhere. He brings good luck or bad to those he believe deserve it.
Homerealm (a private world created by your god that only your god and any they invite can enter): Vibrano, the land of color. It's an archipelago of floating brown rock islands with rope bridges between them. A depressing silence fills it, and not even the streams of color can be heard.
Weapon of choice: Isychio uses a broadsword that turns into a scythe at night. Whatever form it takes, it's always strapped to his back in a silver sheath unless he's using it. It has a blade of Vibrano Iron, which is a special metal that contains a jet of the pure essence of color in the center. The hilt of the sword is golden, as is the scythe handle.
Sorry this was so long, hope you join!
submitted by Scylla
(March 4, 2016 - 10:16 pm)
(March 4, 2016 - 10:16 pm)
Sorry I missed this! I'm here! I'm just having writer's block at the moment-- in more than one RP. Just waiting for a good time to wiggle in there.
(April 5, 2016 - 6:21 pm)
(April 2, 2016 - 11:42 am)
(April 2, 2016 - 11:43 am)
Top. I am here, but I really can't think of anything to say. Please don't expect me on Friday nights and Saturdays until the sun goes down because I am Jewish and those days are the Jewish Sabbath, or Shabbas, and I am not allowed to use electronics.
(April 2, 2016 - 8:46 pm)
Oops, sorry I haven't been posting, guys! I'll try to remember everything this time!
Evdione--
Suddenly everything is quiet. I narrow my eyes and look around, convinced that silence must mean danger. But after a few moments of confused silence, there are cheers, laughter, embraces, and grins. I see a mob of people all huddled in a certain area, jostling each other about as they all try to reach the center of the knot. I hurry over and join the crowd. As I try to peek through gaps between mortals and gods alike, I feel a light tap on my shoulder and whirl around. There is Aionos, his serious face the exact opposite of my happy one. But my smile fades as I look closer at his face. He looks... tired. And older. "What's wrong? What happened? Are there more?" The stream of questions tumble out of my mouth before I can stop them. Aionos shakes his head slowly and closes his eyes for a moment. When he opens them again, I see that they are filled with tears. "Our son sacrificed..." he said softly, trailing off without finishing his sentence. I don't stay to hear the rest. Pushing and shoving roughly, I elbow my way through the crowd, my heart thumping wildly. When I finally manage to reach the middle, Isychio is lying on the ground, shaking, as people come and go, patting him on the back or congratulating him. When he sees me, he sits up slowly and begins to explain everything.
(April 2, 2016 - 8:50 pm)
Sorry I haven't posted in a while, I was on vacation.
Fylena~
As I continue helping the mortals, I notice a sudden change in the crowd. Suddenly, everyone is cheering and laughing, congratulating one another. I smile and gently set down Adria, the little girl I'm carrying. She happily toddles to her arents nearby, and I weave my way through the crowd, laughing and twirling. The monsters have been defeated!
But when I have twirled to the center, I se Isychio on the ground, shaking and sad. I tilt my head to one side and get closer. Most of the other gods and godesses are there already, their worried faces a sharp contrast to the happy mortals. I tug on Evdione's sleeve.
"What happened?" I ask. She holds one finger to her lips.
"Isychio...sacrificed his homeland," she whispers. My eyes widen and I turn back to Isychio, looking so defeated. He did something like that...for Fae'miri? I don't know if I could ever give up Gilio, and I hardly ever spend time there! I don't know what I could possibly say, so I just stand there, awestruck.
(April 4, 2016 - 6:44 pm)
All are forgiven! I hope your vacation was enjoyable, Carolion!
Okay, I think I'm going to start on the next G&G RP (Gods & Goddesses RP) video now.
(April 4, 2016 - 7:17 pm)
Thanks, Skyla!
(April 5, 2016 - 12:46 pm)
Sorry I haven't been able to post this weekend - I've been really busy. I can try to post during this school week but I'm not usually allowed Monday-Thursday, and on Friday I am leaving to go to Costa Rica for like 10 days so I may not be able to post for a while.
(April 3, 2016 - 8:37 pm)
Name: Slaethera (slay-ther-a)
God of Goddess?: Goddess
Age: If she was human, around 30
Goddess of: Peril, evil intent, poison, and death
Appearance: Average height, with tangled black hair that frames her face. Her eyes are a sickly green, the color of poison. Legends say that if you look into her eyes a painful death will come soon.
Personality:She has the ability to speak to mortals in their minds, and enjoys driving them mad for fun. She is loathed by many of the other gods for her wicked sense of humor and love of death. She appears to those who are in great peril and is known for bargaining. "Your soul for your life" is one of her favorite sayings.
Homerealm: The Underworld, or land of the dead. It's in the center of the earth and is where the evil souls go orthose who got lost on their way to the Afterlife.
Weapon of Choice: A sword (that can also take the form of two daggers) dipped in, of course, her poison of choice. The sword/daggers have a black metal handle and a steel blade with a pointed tip.
(April 5, 2016 - 6:03 am)
(April 5, 2016 - 7:08 pm)
I was wondering, could Harmonia be related to Lumione? I thought it might make sense since he’s the god of poetry and she’s the goddess of music, and I thought they sort of went together. Scylla, do you think I controlled Ainos to much? I tried to refer to the him that you talked about in one of your posts. Is this to OP?
Mortem~ No! I will not. I focus my thoughts and push away the darkness. So, my brother sacrificed his homerealm in order to win the battle. Isychio loved Vibrano. I look for my father, and see him staring at me. He has tried to embrace my darkness, but I can feel his doubts, doubts that will not help with my mission.
Harmonia had thanked me for my kindness in rescuing her, but her blue eyes had been fearful. I am feared by all, although they wish to hide it.
“Mortem.” My father is standing in front of me, having approached silently. He gestures for me to walk with him, and I prepare myself for the coming conversation.
“You said the creatures was from your homerealm?” He seems to be preparing for the worst, his eyes sad and troubled.
“Yes, but they were nothing I could control.” We walk past the wreckage of a small cottage, the roof partially caved in, the door pushed inward. I shudder silently, so much destruction.
“How did they come to be in your homerealm if you have no control over them? It is hardly responsible to keep such dangerous beasts as pets.” He finishes weakly, not knowing how to continue without accusing me outright.
“Do you not remember the last time Father?” I try as hard as I can to dodge the subject of him. My father nods and looks at me sadly.
“Did you set the beasts on Fae’miri?” He looks surprised at what he just said, and turns away from me, staring into the distance.
“Father, how could you think I, your son, could bring such destruction? I love Fae’miri as much as my homerealm. While a may not display lavish affection, you think I could hurt the people so?” I turn to leave, but feel his hand on my shoulder. I turn to face him, and he stares into my face.
“My son.” He looks sad, but I know that he still suspects me. I need to go somewhere quiet, somewhere dark, my head is pounding, and thoughts are echoing through that I do not understand. You have him at your mercy. He never loved you. He only wishes to preserve his perfect family. Decay. Darkness. Despair. I mentally shake myself, taken aback by my thoughts. I couldn’t think that, could I?
“My outburst was uncalled for, I need time to gather my thoughts.” I bow my head briefly towards him in a sign of respect, then walk into the shadows that always follow me.
(April 7, 2016 - 9:20 am)
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