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Fantasy Elysium — a demigod rp

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    "Y
    ou will never do anything in this world without courage. It is the greatest quality of the mind next to honor.” ━ Aristotle

    The wind carries the scent of salt and wildflowers as it sweeps across the golden cliffs of Themiscyra, where the sea crashes against the rocks in an endless symphony of power. The sun lingers high in the sky, bathing the island in a warm, gilded glow, casting long shadows over the marble ruins and towering statues of warriors long past.

    At the heart of the island, the Amazonian stronghold stands—a labyrinth of ivory columns and vine-clad temples, its sprawling courtyards alive with the sound of training warriors, ringing steel, and the rhythmic beat of ceremonial drums. The Grand Amphitheater, carved into the mountainside, waits to host trials of combat and feats of divine prowess, its stone seats whispering with the ghosts of past victories and defeats.

    Beyond the fortress, the island stretches into wild terrain. Vast meadows, kissed by the laughter of the wind, roll into dense forests where myths take root. The trees stand ancient and knowing, their canopies thick with secrets, while hidden paths lead to sacred springs, where the water glows faintly with remnants of divine energy.

    Further still, the cliffs give way to the Stormcaller’s Cove, where jagged rocks rise from the ocean like the spines of some great slumbering beast. Here, the air is thick with electricity, and the sky churns in constant motion, as if waiting for the will of a god to bend it.

    And beyond the main island, barely spoken of in hushed whispers, lies the Isle of Exile—a place of punishment and reflection, where those who have strayed from their path are sent to prove their worth before they may return. Its shores are treacherous, and its silence is heavy, as if the land itself waits to judge those who tread upon it.

    Here, on this island blessed and cursed by gods alike, warriors, demigods, and lost souls gather—some seeking purpose, some seeking power, and others searching for the truth of who they are meant to become.

    Themiscyra awaits our adventure.

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fenrik helson
// the vetr
T
he sun bathed Titan’s Pier in a warm, golden light, glinting off the gentle waves and casting sharp, clean shadows across the weathered planks. Fenrik strolled lazily through the crowd, hands tucked into his pockets, his steps unhurried as if he had nowhere particular to be. Round sunglasses perched on the bridge of his nose — gold frames and dark lenses that mirrored the glittering water — hid the thoughtful flicker of his eyes as he took in the world around him.

Vendors called out with practiced enthusiasm, their stalls bursting with color — woven fabrics that danced in the breeze, glinting trinkets catching the sunlight, and crates of fragrant spices that perfumed the air. The smell of grilled fish and freshly cut citrus wrapped around him, tempting even his wandering appetite.

He could hear the hum of mortal lives bleeding into his thoughts — like a radio tuned to a dozen stations at once, crackling with stories — from hundreds of miles away.
I hope mom won't be upset with me. I swear it wasn't my fault.
I wish I could just walk by the shore one more time.
I knew I wouldn't make it much longer.

With a few muted sounds of pained screaming, souls in torture from constant pain.

Fenrik’s lips quirked faintly at the overstimulation of sound, a wistful curiosity brushing between the edges of his mind. He moved toward a stall cluttered with handmade jewelry — wire-wrapped stones and braided leather bands — and picked up a pendant made from a polished sea glass shard.

The vendor, a well-built Amazon with salt-crusted hair and calloused hands, glanced up from her work. She was piecing together two different metals, interweaving each strand into a bracelet.
“Bit flashy for you, don’t you think, young one?”
she teased with a crooked smile.

Fenn let out a low, smooth hum of amusement.
“It’s got a certain charm,”
he replied, holding the pendant up to catch the light.
“Ever been anywhere besides here?”


The woman shrugged, tightening a wire around a gemstone.
“A few trips to the mainland a few moons ago. Nothing to write legends about.”


Fenn set the pendant down, his fingers lingering over it.
“I wonder what it’s like,”
he murmured.
“To just... be amongst them. They're like ants. Helpless little creatures”


The vendor paused, giving him a curious look.
“They've got a few things that could surprise you yet, child,”
she countered.

Fenrik scoffed sarcastically. He moved on, weaving through the crowd as sunlight traced lazy patterns over his shoulders. The voices in his head continued, their stories brushing against his thoughts like fleeting shadows. He couldn’t help but wonder — what was it like to be mortal? To be anchored by mundane dreams and fleeting desires, without the burden of secrets or shadows haunting their every step?

A light breeze rolled in from the sea, ruffling his hair as he adjusted his sunglasses, letting the pier and its myriad of lives carry him onward, one aimless step at a time.

  • energy.

    mood.
    "It’s like... I’m here, but I’m not. The sun’s warm, the air’s buzzing with life, and I’m just drifting through it like a ghost. Feels like I’m chasing something I can’t even name — like there’s more out there, just past the edge of what I know, but I’m stuck. Tethered. I don’t know if it’s fear or duty or just habit holding me back. Maybe all of it. But the way they talk... the way they live... it makes me wonder if I’ll ever feel that untethered, or if I’m destined to just keep wandering in circles."
    mindset
mind
set.
sett
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men
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lilith. //
saint avangeline.
 

An unusually keen ear might have been able to pick up the faint sounds of munching above the hubbub of Titan's Pier coming from on top of a garrison building near the water front. Ava lay on the garrison's roof, a large bag of chocolate covered pecans open beside her that she was enjoying. It was a fresh bag a friendly amazon had been able to procure for the demigoddess, a debt she would need to pay back. Not that the amazon would likely come demanding, but Alva understood the danger of being in other people's debt. That's why she tried to ensure she was never in anyone's debt for too long, and to keep as many people as possible in hers. But for now, she would just enjoy the pecans.

The other reason to hang around the pier was it's unparalleled source for gossip and news. A pair of squirrel ears sat atop Alva's head and twitched to and fro to catch every thing she could. Some celebrity gossip to share with those obsessed with it. Some mentions of the affairs of mortal nations that would be of interest to some of the greek and roman demigods. The results of a football match she knew a certain Egyptian was dying to know. All excellent stuff. No lose lips about...IT yet. To to be expected, really. But she kept her ears sharp for even a whisper about the reason this place existed. IT was out there. And if Alva was going to help deal with IT, she would need more info.

Among the voices at the pier, Alva caught the sound of Fenrik Helson. He was one of the few beings on this island that she wasn't sure how to properly handle. By all technicallity, she was his aunt, though a few years younger than he was. And while this was something she would occationally tease the Scion of Hel about, it wasn't something she tried to leverage against him. But even if that technical familial bond should carry little strength or weight for either of them in Alva's mind, she still worried about Fenrik. Not in any particular way, as she didn't know him on that level. But...the children of Loki were play things for fate and other gods. Hel had been found useful and was now in a position she could leverage respect and power from. She could be seen as the best off of the kids. But Alva always wondered what Hel went through to get where she was. And now, here was Hel's son. Was he like his mother, someone who could ride the waves of fate to some high point to fight off control? Or would the title of "monstrous decendent pf the Trickster" end up at his door too?

With a sigh, Alva closed up the bag of pecans and got up. Streching a little, her form flowed for a moment form one of a mostly human looking person with animal ears to that of a macaque with gold and auburn fur. taking the bag in her mouth, she took off across the garrison's roof before jumping to the next building. With her assumed simian form, Alva climbed from building and stall towards where she had caught the sound of Fenrik. When she caught sight of him, she found an empty stall she ducked down behind, shifting into her typical human form. She once again blessed the crafters who had made her these clothes that transformed with her. Having to remember where she stashed her clothes or carry them along with what ever free limb was avalable was a head ache she was happy to leave behind. Wipping off the bag of pecans, she stepped out of stall and walked quickly over to Fenrik, slowing to fall in step with him when she caught up.

"Hey, Fen!" She greeted, flashing a friendly smile before pointing the open end of the big bag of nuts towards Fenrik. "Pecan? They're covered in dark chocolate."

Alva relized she had assumed Fenrik would be all in on dark chocolate because of the whole "ball of darkness" vibe. Time to see if she was right or foolish.



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