Fantasy The Olympus Prophecies [CLOSED]

[stellar.nova]

[SIZE=10pt]●        [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Greetings[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Hi lovelies! My name is Starfish, but feel free to call me Star! I have had this idea for an RP quite some time now, and after checking with some friends of mine to see if it would catch on, I decided to put up an interest check about it and see if you guys were interested as well![/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]●        [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]About The Olympus Prophecies[/SIZE]


[SIZE=12pt]"Everyone from Greek mythology has been reincarnated. Zeus, Medusa, the Muses, Atlas, everyone. No one knows why, in fact, no one knows about it period. Not even the reincarnations themselves. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=12pt]These reincarnations, all found within the ages of 18 to 22, have always been different from your average human. Each one was born with a strange birthmark that represented their past lives. Of course, they were always just thought of as nothing more than a very distinct birthmark. At age 16, their birthmarks changed, morphed into the darkest of black inks. It was more a tattoo...but it even moved. If that wasn't strange enough, they soon discovered that they had powers, odd powers. It was then that they would know they weren't totally human.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=12pt]They didn't live clueless for very long though, because they soon received a letter, signed anonymously, that acted as in invite to Parthena Olympia University If that wasn't strange enough, after the letter was read, the ink swirled around the page, pooled all together, then showed the future student their most secret desire. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=12pt]The students are now embarking on their journey to the university, and they know not what they face. They could find a happy university life with no cares, but more likely, they will suffer many dangers."[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]●        [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Character List:[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE]The Olympians
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[SIZE=10pt]Aphrodite (The Goddess of Love and Beauty) -[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]@ShurikenPhoenix[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Apollo (The Youthful God of the Sun and Music) -[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]@ShurikenPhoenix[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Ares (The Fierce God of War)[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Artemis (The Wild Goddess of Hunt) -[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]@StarrySkyofLostSouls[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Athena (The Sophisticated Goddess of Wisdom and arts) -[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]@Starfish[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Demeter (The Natural Goddess of the Harvest)[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Dionysus (The Joyful God of Wine)[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Hades (The Gloomy God of the Underworld) -[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]@Starfish[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Hephaestus (The Ill-favored God of Metallurgy) -[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]@TheWeirdPhilosopher[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Hera (The Mature Goddess of Family)[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Hermes (The Cunning God of the Trade)  [/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Poseidon (The Moody God of the Sea) -[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]@StarrySkyofLostSouls[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Zeus (The Superior King of the Gods and the Ruler of Mankind)[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]The Nine Muses:[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=10pt]Calliope (Muse of Epic poetry)[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Clio (Muse of History)[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Euterpe (Muse music, song, and Melancholic poetry) -[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]@crucialstar[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Erato (Muse of Lyric poetry)[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Melpomene (Muse of Tragedy)[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Polyhymnia (Muse of Sacred Hymns and Agriculture)[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Terpsichore (Muse of Dance)[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Thalia (Muse of Comedy)[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Urania (Muse of Astronomy)[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]The Titans:[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=10pt]Astraeus (Titan of Stars)[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Atlas (Titan of Strength) -[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]@ShurikenPhoenix[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Coeus (Titan of Intelligence)[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Hyperion (Titan of Light)[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Kronos (Titan of Harvest)[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Mnemosyne (Titan of Memory)[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Oceanus (Titan of the Oceans)[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Prometheus (Titan of Creation of Man)[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Rhea (Titan of the Moon)[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Themis (Titan of Law and Order)[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Minor God/Godesses[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=10pt]Antheia (Goddess of Flowers and Plants)[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Arke (Messenger of the Titans) -[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]@TheWeirdPhilosopher[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Eris (Goddess of Chaos)[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Eros (God of Love)[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Gaia (Goddess of the Earth)[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Harmonia (Goddess of Harmony)[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Hecate (Goddess of Magic) -[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]@Starfish[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Helios (God of the Sun)[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Hestia (Goddess of Hearth and Home) -[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]@TheWeirdPhilosopher[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Hypnos (God of Sleep) -[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]@StarrySkyofLostSouls[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Iris (Goddess of Rainbows)[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Morpheus (God of Dreams) [/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Nemesis (Goddess of Revenge)[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Nike (Goddess of Victory)[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Ouranos (God of the Sky)[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Pan (God of Nature)[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Persephone (Goddess of Spring)[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Thanatos (God of Death)[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Heroes:[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=10pt]Achilles[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Hercules[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Jason[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Odysseus[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Perseus[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Theseus -[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]@Starfish[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Others:[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=10pt]Adonis[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Ariadne[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Calypso -[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]@Starfish[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Cassandra[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Charon[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Charybdis -[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]@TheWeirdPhilosopher[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Circe[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Daedalus[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Echo -[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]@TheWeirdPhilosopher[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Icarus[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Midas[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Medusa[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Narcissus[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Pandora[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Psyche[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Scylla -[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]@crucialstar[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Sisyphus[/SIZE]





[SIZE=10pt]●        [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Writing Prompt(s):  [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt](Pick One)[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]o    [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Number One: "Describe how your character would survive on an island? What would they do? Would they cry? Would they scream? Would they look on the island to see what they can do to survive? Will they kill?"[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]o    [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Number Two: "If your character was on The Hunger Games and they were against President Snow, what would they do?"[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]●        [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Requirements:[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]○        [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Writing Sample[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]■        [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]The sample must contain at least 3 detail paragraphs.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]■        [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]The sample must pertain to the prompt given.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]■        [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]The sample must have thoughts, emotions, actions, and dialogue.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]●        [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Other Info[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]○        [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]First come first serve[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]○        [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]The Reincarnation may be gender-fluid / bent. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]■        [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Example: Hades may be reincarnated as a Girl.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]■        [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Aphrodite may be reincarnated as a Boy.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]o    [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]You must write for only one character of your choice, make sure that it is not a character already spoken for. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]o    [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Once the RP thread is made, and you are accepted, I will tag you in the OOC chat. Then you will be able to lay claim on up to 5 characters. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]o    [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Just as a trigger warning, this RP will have themes of danger, near death experiences, profanity, death, violence, and mild gore. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]●        [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Tags:[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]@ShurikenPhoenix[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] @StarrySkyofLostSouls[/SIZE][SIZE=13.3333px] @TheWeirdPhilosopher @crucialstar[/SIZE]

 

[deer]

I'm on this like hot tamales.

 

[PixieDust]

Wooh yes!

 

[Athens]

It's up ^-^

 

[ByTheChesapeake]

I'm all about this!


I will be writing for Persephone:


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Persephone's eyes flickered open as she felt the cold sea water splash against her feet.  The bright blue sky had hardly a cloud floating through it.  It was almost as if there hadn't been a storm off the coast just a few hours ago.  The girl laid there in the cool, wet sand as the sun warmed the wet clothes on her back. She wanted to push herself up, but could hardly find the energy to do so.  She was so tired, having had to swim for her life not too long ago.  Instead, she rolled over, and stared up at the sun.  It shone brightly in her eyes, placing a hand in the way to block the rays.  It took her a few moments to gather her strength as she sat up on the beach.  


Her small frame shuttered as her mind began to race.  She looked around.  There was no one.  She tried to keep herself calm as she stood up, crossing her arms in front of her.  Her wet clothes were starting to draw heat from her small frame.  Panic started to set in as she thought to herself, "This can't be real.  This can't be real."


"Keep it together, Percy," she spoke aloud.  There was no one there to judge her, and she found a voice comforting even if it was her own.  "They'll come looking for you.  They have to."  The girl sounded optimistic even as tears started to streak her cheeks.  She took a step back, having to slightly balance herself in the sand.  She took another look around.  There was no way she could survive here.  What was she going to do?  She didn't know the first thin about survival.  Having been coddled all those years as a child never really prepared her for this.  She didn't know how to survive out here.  She was going to starve.


That's when she noticed them.


Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the edible, bright yellow petals springing up from the ground.  Taraxacum officinale: dandelions.  Suddenly, Persephone felt a little bit of hope spring back into her mind.  This tiny plant reminded her that she had the knowledge to survive on this island.  She was clever, and she could do what was needed to survive on this island.


Now all she needed to do was find some water and more edible pants...


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Sorry if I wasn't meant to post this here!  I get a little over zealous sometimes. :'D

 

[deer]

@By the Chesapeake


youre good dearie! 


i think we forgot to place you can post the prompt here

 

[mxlly]

This looks amazing!
So yeah, we do we just write a response to the prompt here? ^^
((Oh, just checking something!  If you'd like to apply for two, you write two responses - yeah??  I'm sorry if that's a stupid question~))

 

[kaito9049]

A few questions:


For the "hero" characters, do they have any special abilities, or are they just keeping with their divine bloodlines? And on that subject, will it be awkward if a relationship forms between the reincarnation of a god and the reincarnation of their descendant? (I mean, it didn't stop Zeus from marrying his sister, but...). Finally, will the characters be keeping their mythological personalities, or will they be adapted in some way?

 

[stellar.nova]

This looks amazing!
So yeah, we do we just write a response to the prompt here? ^^
((Oh, just checking something!  If you'd like to apply for two, you write two responses - yeah??  I'm sorry if that's a stupid question~))

Yes, you do write the response here. And no, you only have to write one response for one character. If you are accepted, then you may make up to five characters. ^v^


((And that isn't a stupid question at all!!!))

A few questions:


For the "hero" characters, do they have any special abilities, or are they just keeping with their divine bloodlines? And on that subject, will it be awkward if a relationship forms between the reincarnation of a god and the reincarnation of their descendant? (I mean, it didn't stop Zeus from marrying his sister, but...). Finally, will the characters be keeping their mythological personalities, or will they be adapted in some way?

1) Every character will have up to 3 abilities that related back to what they once were. Ex: Hercules will have super strength, Athena will have a perfect IQ. Among other things. Once the forum gets put up, and the character sheets are being worked on, we will discuss powers more thoroughly. But yes, every character will have powers. ^v^


2) It will not be awkward unless the reincarnations themselves are related. At no point will the reincarnations regain memory of their past lives. 


3) That is totally up to you. For example, @ShurikenPhoenix is making Aphrodite, who is prudish and awkward at love himself, but knows how to help other people regarding it. (Yes, I do say himself, because that is an option. Reincarnation knows no gender.) However, on the other hand, I am making Hades who is rather hot headed and sarcastic, but also really reserved due to some bullying from her older brother in the past. Your character is your character, so by all means, do what you will! ^v^


Thank you so much for your questions, and I am sorry those answers weren't clear from the beginning! ^^;; I am really happy that you have shown some interest!

 

[Versailles]

This sounds really cool! Um, my knowledge in Greek mythology is kind of limited. I will research a little before I decide who I want to be. 

 

[Versailles]

Okay, I finished my sample. 


I wrote for Eros. It took me an hour or so. I hope you like it! 


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"It is day fourteen," Eros reminded himself for the third time that day, in light of the irrational fear he had that he would forget. He was seated beneath a coconut palm. It provided decent shade, and Eros confirmed it wasn't holding coconuts before he claimed it as his resting spot. Being knocked unconscious from the fall of a coconut after two weeks of survival on his own was a pathetic way to die. 


With a sharp piece of bark, he used the remainder of his arm strength to quickly chip away pieces of a wooden branch and shape it into a curved object. "It seems to be going wonderfully," he mumbled aloud, his gaze traveling over every inch of the object before him: a misshapen, poor excuse for a bow. If he was in possession of a carving knife, the activity would be ten times faster and easier. Still, he tried his best to be optimistic with himself. A comforting tactic he used with others when they were upset or in times of strife even if there was little to no hope remaining.


After two weeks, the bananas, coconuts, and papaya fruit he'd been running on we're gone. His fair skin had become much more tan, --not without becoming red and burnt, first-- his fingers and palms were calloused, his frame was bony and extremely slim from lack of nutrition and nourishment, and he was almost certain his hair color had become a shade lighter. 


Most of all, he was lonely. When he reflected on the constant company and care he received from the people who loved him before, his heart would swell. If he knew he would be stranded on an island without them, he would have made it even more of a priority to treat them with utmost care and consideration while he was still around.


His curly, brown hair was like strands of honey framing and falling delicately across his face. They hung over his forehead and gently brushed against his nose as he carved the wood laid across his lap to perfection. Or pseudo-perfection, anyway.


Archery had always been a fun hobby for him. Never did it cross his mind that some day he would be utilizing his archery skills to kill something. The thought of killing a living thing for his own consumption would have deeply disgusted him prior to the predicament he was in. Even now, his working hands ceased their movements for half a minute, before the growling in his stomach spurred him forward. 

 

[kaito9049]

Here's my writing sample for Odysseus!


Oddy gasped for air as he broke through the surface of the water, his lungs burning. Spinning around, he spotted the outline of the sandy beach. The young man grit his teeth and propelled himself towards it, pushing out the feeling of his aching muscles and praying to whomever might be listening. He went under the waves a couple of times, but beyond all odds he finally hit the turf. He coughed twice, forcing the water out. After taking some time to catch his breath, he pushed himself off the ground and examined his surroundings. Despite the danger he was in, he didn't allow his fear to override his reason. Stopping meant death.


Water. The average person could survive three days without water, less depending on temperature and humidity. Sea water, of course, wasn't an option. Which left two others: walk around the coast in hope of a spring, or venture into the dark foliage ahead. Neither was an appealing scenario. But he doubted that waiting for water or death was more viable.


So Odysseus started walking. Circling the perimeter was unlikely to yield water, but it could help with establishing his surroundings, and with finding a more visible path to follow. After about an hour of marching in silence, he began to wonder whether the island was as deserted as he had initially believed. There appeared to be trodden paths, the occasional sign of a burned-out campfire, and even a discarded stone knife, which Oddy collected. He hoped that whoever lived on the island was friend, or at least spoke English, but it was best to be prepared for the worst.


By this time, the sun had begun to set, and Odysseus decided to remain on the beach, at least for now, rather than venture into the unknown. It was a relatively simple matter to start a fire; the needed materials were scattered all over the immediate area, most likely used by the island's inhabitants. Forcing down his hunger and thirst, Odysseus clutched the knife to his chest and tried to get some sleep. Not an easy endeavor, since every falling branch and fluttering bird made him dart to his feet. Eventually, however, the lull of the waves won him over, and his eyelids drooped...


Oddy was rudely awoken by the feeling of a stick being jabbed into his ribs. Rolling over and scrambling to a crouch, he found himself facing a tall man, dressed in animal skins and wearing black face paint, pointing the butt end of a stone spear at him. "Hello," Odysseus offered in a friendly tone. If he could somehow communicate with the man, perhaps he could convince him that he was someone important. "Do you speak English? I'm a bit lost."


The man titled his head and replied in a language Oddy didn't recognize. Well, so much for negotiation. Before Oddy could open his mouth to speak again, he received another jab in the chest. Now he was starting to get ticked off. Glaring at the man, he gripped the stone knife in his right hand. It seemed that the man hadn't noticed it before, because he reacted rather poorly, in Oddy's opinion.


The man growled, whipping his spear around with surprising speed, so that the pointed end faced Oddy. Still crouched, Oddy slowly rose his knife in a defensive position, while carefully taking a handful of sand with his left hand. He didn't want a fight, but he had to be ready if the man decided to attack. It seemed that his prudence was well-placed, because the man suddenly roared and thrust his weapon at Oddy, who rolled to the side, throwing the sand at the man's face as he did. The man screamed and clutched his eyes, stabbing the air uselessly. Knowing that he didn't have much time before his enemy got back his bearings, Odysseus waiting for the man to swing a little too much to the side before stabbing him in the neck. Blood gushed out of the wound as the man wailed in pain. Oddy smiled with grim satisfaction and pressed deeper, sending specks of crimson onto his face. After several tense moments, the cries stopped.


Oddy slowly withdrew and examined the man. He was dead, to be sure. Suddenly realizing the gravity of the situation, Oddy felt his knees go weak. He had just killed a man, whose name he didn't even know. But no, this was necessary. And more than that, beneficial. After quickly washing the blood into the sea, Oddy collected the man's spear. Examining the fallen foe, Oddy considered whether to bury his attacker. Yes, it had been a just kill, in his opinion, but there was no reason to disrespect the man's corpse. Oddy sighed and went to work, covering the body with sand and placing a piece of driftwood as a tombstone. Despite the gruesome scene, Oddy couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at his survival instincts. 


The process took over an hour, and by then his throat was parched. He had to get moving. Gripping the spear, Odysseus faced the forest. Whatever challenges awaited him, he would face it...with word or weapon.

 

[mxlly]

Okay!  (I just realised you already addressed that in the original post - sorry!)


Hera


"Ugh!" Hera exclaimed in vexation, glaring at the cluster of jagged tree branches that barricaded the woman inside of her poorly constructed hut.   She twisted her mouth in disgust, carelessly snapping off one of the thinner branches that protruded though her temporary home.  "Damned storm!"  She cursed in a harsh whisper, recalling the unfortunate weather of the night before.  It had been an unforgiving storm, the force of the whistling wind had uprooted trees, displaced small fauna, and propelled grains of sand from the shore inland with such pressure it would sting one's skin.  If Hera had failed to build herself a sufficient shelter before the storm had hit, she could not imagine the horrifying consequences.


Hera's wooden hut had been wedged in-between three trees which had granted it support.  However, now one of those trees had been snapped in half, the fallen branches invading the inside of the shelter.   "Such an inconvenience..."  She scoffed, impatiently breaking the wood of the tree so she could emerge from the hut.  Regardless of being undoubtably irritated by her newfound situation, Hera felt prideful that no further damage had come to her creation.  The woman had been complimented on her shrewd mind on numerous occasions and she was well aware of her high level of intelligence.  Perhaps she was not the most academically talented, but she possessed great perceptive and innovative skills.  Though, even Hera could not have perceived that in the future she was going to be stranded alone on and island; the ship that she had been aboard potentially millions of kilometres under the deep blue ocean.  Additionally, Hera was forced to rely upon pure instinct and the faint memories of visiting her brother's scout camps to construct a semi-sturdy hut.  It wasn't large, nor comfortable, but it served it's purpose.


Inelegantly tripping over an outstretched branch, Hera tumbled forward into the dirt.  She lay flat on her back with her limbs outstretched.   Her chest was heaving as she breathed heavily, despite it only being the morning.  Hera hadn't consumed enough nutrients to keep her health at the satisfactory level.  The woman stared into the sky, looking indirectly at the vibrant yellow sun, it's golden rays beating down and illuminating her olive skin.  She exhaled exasperatedly, already defeated from the minor exertion of escaping her hut.  Hera was exhausted, her body was growing heavier the longer she lay stagnant on the ground.  She lazily threw an arm in front of her dark brown, doe-like eyes, shielding them from the harsh daylight.  This day would mark her fourth day of being alone on the island, and she was yet to have a 'proper meal.'


Hera sat up, her eyes flickering open as she heard a distressed, animal-like cry sound through the air.  Her stomach churned as she was instantaneously met was conflicting thoughts.  Two differing ideas clashed within her mind:  Survival or Selflessness?  The cries continued and Hera scrambled to her feet, peering in the assumed direction of the animal.  She slowly lifted up a heavy branch which had been resting by her feet, her heart dropping as she realised the harsh reality of her situation.  She had been living off flora which lacked her required protein to survive, but the thought of killing an innocent creature felt heavy upon her shoulders.  "You can do this..."  She muttered to herself as she began to approach the source of the noise, her thin fingers gripping onto the branch as it shook unsteadily in her grasp.   


The wailing grew louder and Hera began to feel nauseous.  The noise sounded as if the animal was weak, scared and trapped  - what if it were only a baby?  Immediately, Hera shut her eyes tightly and shook her head, attempting to rid her mind of the image of a distressed baby animal.  Her strong maternal instincts would never allow her to bring the heavy branch down upon a defenceless infant.  Human or not, she couldn't neglect her desire to nurse any child that was in dire need of her assistance.  "Please tell me I'm just hearing things."  She breathed shakily.  She would prefer to barely survive on horrid tasting plants than be forced to slaughter an animal - and if it wasn't actually there, then she wouldn't have the option.  "Please don't be there."  She prayed, quirking an eye open in the hopes that she was actually insane and was only hearing things - however she wasn't so fortunate.


Hera came face-to-face was a small, Sea Lion cub.  It was wiggling around helplessly, trying to free it's tail from the heavy log it was trapped beneath.  Turning away from it hastily, Hera raised the branch with hesitation.  Perhaps she could save it from misery with a single, brutal swing?  But what if she couldn't?  Her heart raced as she tried to draw a conclusion, however her thoughts were frequently interrupted by the crying of the baby Sea Lion.  "Stop it!" She demanded, her voice wavering as she tried to resist her instinct to drop the branch and comfort the unfortunate creature.  "Don't-!" Hera turned back to look at the infant - and it was something she immediately would regret.  It stared at her with widened, sad and confused brown eyes, blissfully unaware of it's possible fate of a shortened life.


Staring at the small animal, Hera gave in.  Her arms grew weak and she dropped the branch, collapsing to her knees besides the Sea Lion.  "I'm sorry!"  She cried, tears welling up in her eyes as she pulled the log up, freeing the injured baby.  It attempted to waddle limply, however upon seeing it struggle, Hera cautiously lifted it up into her arms.  She stood up.  She then felt her heart grow warmer as the creature nestled into her chest, opposing her assumption that it would try to escape her grasp.  "And to think I might have killed you?  How monstrous."  She spoke to the Sea Lion, a rare genuine smile appearing on her face.  "Now let's go find your mother."


I'm sorry, that might be a little messy ^ It's late and I just wanted to post before I went to bed!

 

[LaDyGrEy]

OMG OMG OMG this is so up my street!


I will post for whatever character I decide!!!!!Decisions! Struggles!


How many may we have? And I see you've left Primordials out, like Nyx? Yes?

 

[stellar.nova]

OMG OMG OMG this is so up my street!


I will post for whatever character I decide!!!!!Decisions! Struggles!


How many may we have? And I see you've left Primordials out, like Nyx? Yes?





 

Ouranos and Gaia still made the list, they are under minor gods/goddesses, but there were still some left out for plot reasons, or just that I think they were very redundant with some of the other characters offered. 


Once accepted, you may have up to five characters, and it is on a first come first serve basis. For now, I just ask that you write for one, and if you are accepted, I think that one could be defacto reserved for you. ^v^

 

[Seraph Darkfire]

Writing for Daedalus. This should be interesting. I figure, since they have abilities, I can use the ability idea I have in this post.




Daedalus was alone, but that wasn't a major problem for him. He'd always been alone. He was smart and often people didn't like it. He supposed that it was also his own fault. He'd never gone out of his way to talk to people, perfectly content to simply be alone and work on his projects. He was particularly gifted with skill in various crafting arts. He could sculpt, carve, draw, and even build things. His room at home was covered in various things he'd created when he was bored. Models, Diagrams, Drawings. He often made too much and made a small profit selling the extras.


Now, he did the same. A single piece of drift wood was resting his his hand as a small knife flitted across the surface. The soft wind of the sea caressed his gentle face, his short dark brown hair. His light blue eyes sparkled in the sunlight, a deep intelligence in them.


 He'd been on this island for nearly a week and all he'd done is craft small figurines. They weren't anything fancy, his knife couldn't handle deeper carvings and he needed it to cut open the fruits he'd found. There was a small tap at his back and he turned, a smile appearing on his face as he saw the little figure dragging a bundle of fruit behind itself. 


"Ansil" he said happily as he patted the small wooden figurine on the head "Good job, these fruits are the only good food on this island" he said picking up one of them and cutting it open with his knife. He slurped up the liquid in it's center before biting into the soft insides. Ansil stepped up to the piece of driftwood he'd been carving and looked up at him, it's head cocking to the side.


Daedalus smiled and shook his head "No, not another one like you, I'm working on a bird again" he didn't completely understand this process of making living artwork. It was...unusual. As he was carving, he'd start feeling this strange bubbling sensation in his chest. As the carving grew nearer to completion, this bubbling sensation flowed down his arm and into the carving. After it was completed, the small wooden person would immediately begin to move.


Ansil was his first living creation. A few days before his boat hit rocks and sunk, he'd been carving when he'd felt that bubbling sensation for the first time. At first he'd been startled and stopped, but after a while, he began to carve again. Then Ansil was born.


A few days later, he was pulling himself up onto this island, Ansil in his pocket. Daedalus woke up to a small amount of water being poured into his mouth. The wooden figurines he'd created were simple and could take simple orders but nothing more complex. Had he'd taken more time to properly carve every small feature, they might have had more complex thinking.


However, simple as it might have been, Ansil still understood that it's creator needed water. Afterwards, Daedalus began to make more of them. However, he found that it failed three out of five times. Currently, he'd tried around twenty times and he only had six of them. However, they'd been invaluable in surviving on the island. Every day he was thankful that he'd created Ansil. Had he not, he probably would have died in the first three days. 


Ansil had led him to where it'd found fresh water, which was in a surprising place, hidden in a small cave. He would have completely missed the area had he explored on his own.


He shook his head, pulling himself out of his thoughts and stood up, dusting the sand off of his backside He'd been sitting in the sun long enough. He looked towards his small shelter, made out of various large pieces of driftwood and leaves. It was simple but he was pleased with it. He really wished he could make something more complex. Like his birds. He'd been wanting to make one, but the complexities were hard to make without damaging it. If he'd had better tools, he could have easily made one.


Every time he tried to make one to do reconnaissance, however, the wings always stumped him. He'd make a small mistake and the bird wouldn't come to life. He had no idea how many times he'd thrown the failed products out into the sea in anger.


He knelt down and picked up Ansil and the fruit before he carried it to the shelter before sitting down in the shade. He sighed and went back to his carving. After an hour or so, he was finished. The bird was complete and beautiful, far more detailed than his creations before, each individual feather was meticulously carved. So well done, the bird could actually preen it's feathers as it moved around. 


"I'll name you...Fael" he said thoughtfully as he watched the bird hop along in the sand. It looked at him with curiosity, it's wooden eyes seeming very much alive. He smiled "Fael, I need you to fly up high and look for any signs of civilization, a ship maybe?" he put his finger into the sand and quickly drew up an image of a ship to give the bird a reference.


It watched him for a few seconds before it nodded and took off. For a second, Daedalus was afraid that it wouldn't fly, being made of wood and all, but his fears were unfounded. Whatever special ability he had that gave them life, it also gave his creations the abilities of what they were designed to be.


He watched the bird fly off before he sighed and stood up, putting Ansil on his shoulders "Alright, lets go exploring" he could keep carving but since his bird was complete, he wanted to look around the island to see if he could find anything that might help him make a signal in case Fael found something. He also needed to find a more stable source of food. The fruits were only going to last him so long. 


If he had to, he could make traps to catch local animals, however he'd never killed anything before. It was...not a pleasant thought. He thought of the various traps he could create. Bird traps, Fish traps...those two creatures were a guarantee, though he didn't know what other creatures were on this island.


He looked at Ansil thoughtfully. Maybe he could create very small spears for the six wooden figures he had and they could do the killing. He walked deeper into the forest. He found a few decently moist areas and set Ansil down. The small figures of the wooden figure could easily dig out worms and toss them into the small handmade sack that Daedalus carried around with him. It was made from thin pieces of wood he'd managed to carve from the trees.


If he was going to be fishing, then he'd need some form of bait. Worms were as good as anything else and he was familiar with fishing since he'd often gone out with his Grandfather.


He sighed as he looked around the forest, at the large trees. It was lamentable. This entire island was covered in materials. With the right equipment, manpower, and tools, he could have built several small ships. When he looked at the world, he could see what he could make and yet he was without the capability to do so. 


Daedalus frowned "Hold on....maybe I am thinking too advanced" he looked around at the various twigs and logs around him "If I had a large enough stick, sturdy enough and some decent stones...I could possibly make some primitive tools, something like an axe..." he ran a hand through his head as his mind began to rapidly work "If I can make even a primitive axe I could possibly cut down some small trees and make a raft.." he grinned. If he had enough time, and he did, he could not only build a workable raft, he could make a small boat.


"Ansil, forget the worms" he said scooping up the wooden figure and taking off into the forest. He needed to get to his water source. Most likely there were some rocks that had been eroded by moving water over the years. He slapped his head as he ran "Why didn't I think of this before!" he laughed. Hopefully there were a few decently sharp rocks. If not, he'd have to find a way to whittle them.


Daedalus smile was spread wide.


He had ideas.

 

[stellar.nova]

@ByTheChesapeake @mxlly @Versailles @kaito9049 @Seraph Darkfire


Thank you guys so much for showing interest!!!! I will work on getting the forum set up in the next few days. I am very excited to rp with you!!


@LaDyGrEy Are you still interested in joining us? If so, I will go ahead and allow you a bit more time to post up your writing sample. 

 

[TOnlyP]

I would love to join this seems amazing!!! can I pick a character and just write a sample?

 

[TOnlyP]

Im going to try writing for Hermes

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Sitting around the fire Hermes passed out the food we had made over the fire to the other to camp mates across from him. 
"I'm sorry it might taste a bit bitter I think I burned it" he laughed trying to give it some humour but the other two just shrugged
"It's better than nothing" they grumbled.
They began eating as Hermes looked around and then up to the sky. "We've been here nearly 3 weeks and so far we've eaten the last of the game here." he shook his head. "I knew we should have tried farming-" but he was cut off


-"Listen wise ass I told you, we're doing this my way unless you want another beating!" the larger of the two spoke. The moment they woke up on the island he took charge by force. Something Hermes detested. Strong men can win a battle but not the war. The marks he had on his body from the boy after he protestant the first time they met reminded him this was a battle. Not the end of the war.

"No no, I'm just thinking out loud..." Hermes waved off the boys anger looking up at the stars. Something called out to him everytime he did. That he should be up there. Moving cosmos. Travelling back and forth. Changing stars. Flying.

"Good, i dont want to hear another-" the boy cut off. He began coughing and reaching for his throat. The other boy too. Their red faces were of panic as they tried to grab anything to help them but they couldnt.
Hermes acted like he didnt even know they were there. Instead he picked up his bowl and emptied it.
"You see, berries can be very bitter, but they can also be poisonous. Now, I may not be the strongest here, but in a very few short seconds I'll be the only one alive." He stood up and walked over to the large one and kicked him over
"Now we're even" he hissed at him, showing the boy the scar he left on his chest. The boy wheezed once more and then stopped. Eyes staring to the sky.
The other smaller boy was still finding it hard to breath when Hermes looked at him and frowned. 
"Im sorry, but i knew if I just killed him" he nodded to the boy on the floor "that you would try to do the same to me...or well, I couldnt be sure."
Walking over to the boy he leaned down beside him as the boy took his last few breaths
"I am sorry that it came to this" and the boy coughed one last time.

Standing up Hermes looked at the larger one and then around the camp. 
The war was over.

 

[LaDyGrEy]

Eris - Goddess Of Discord


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Eris was the definition of a snake, she enjoyed poisoning and twisting the words of others and creating pure chaos, it just seemed so satisfying...The girl may seem to be amongst it all, everyone knew her? No not one little bit, she sat on the sidelines always watching, always there, occasionally slipping in a comment about one of the popular girls, or even telling the jocks what others thought of them, it was never good of course. Everyone was under her complete mercy and she loved it. Occasionally the girl would get caught but nothing a little lying or getting her friends to take the blame couldn't solve. No? Oh well it was every woman for herself.


"Eris?" a preppy female voice called out and the girl with bright blonde hair bumbled over, her groupies by her side. Oh lord, more information for her to stir up luckily for Eris the girl didn't know it was her stirring it all like cake mix in a chef's bowl. 


"Huh? You called?" Eris turned on her hill and looked the girl square in the eyes, not afraid of whatever rich-powers she may have.


"There's a party but you can't come, that's right we've heard all about your lies, your the one that has been screwing everything up! My clothes had to go in the bin after that food fight! How dare you they cost more than you'll ever have," Thea rolled her eyes as the groupies walked away and a boy came over, Peter was it? Thea's other half, well it looked faked because well who dated a preppy rich girl unless it was for money? Plus Peter was rich anyway so how did that work? Eris shrugged the thought and raised her brows.


"So be it, that's fine with me," Eris flipped her off and chuckled planning her next move with hopes of pure chaos to break out at whatever festivities this was to be.


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Eris sneaked round the back of the house, it was fancy dress of course and the girl chuckled at how many suits and dresses would hopefully be ruined. Turns out this party was an anniversary, she chuckled a cruel grin forming on her red puckered lips. 3 woman had arrived, Alice, Lucy and Diana, they were all pretty and Eris tried to contain her laughter. "Let the games begin," she muttered, walking through the back doors, she was wearing the maid's work clothes and seemlessly blended in like a daisy in the fields. Eris had picked her juciest red apple from her trees at home and had it painted gold, with the 'fairest one' elegantly written across the gold paint. Holind a silver platter, she placed the apple on top and headed out to the hall where hundreds were waiting.


"Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen, I have a preposition here for Peter," she spoke under her mask which had black swirls and the occasioanl purples in a hypnostic look. "I bestow a golden apple upon Peter, it's his choice for we are joined by 3 very specials guests no? Alice, Lucy and Diana, it is his job, to bestow the apple upon the girl worthy of the title 'Fairest One Of All'. So what will it be Peter," Eris placed her hands on the boys shoulders and whsipered in his ear in her deep voice a sigh and chuckle escaping her lips.


"Who's the fairest one of all?" Eris stepped back as the servants appeared, and again, blended in effortlessly, all the servants wore masks, it was hard to differentiate between them. Eris then headed back to the kitchen, out the back doors and into the car outside. She waited, and listened, Alice was awarded the Apple, Chaos began. "Oh dear, men are so easy to tempt with the words of woman and power," Eris told her driver to step on it, and they zoomed off into the night.


Eris's eyes caught the stars, she wondered so often what it was like up there? Was there a place she could watch down on and help, sorry, cause the amount of Choas in the world. Her eyes took on a firey look and she reveled in the screams that sounded out.

 

[Iskander]

Okay, so this looks awesome! I would love to join if you'll have me. Here's my hunger games writing sample (just to be safe: there's an f-bomb in there). Tbh it was a lot longer but it devolved into a fight scene without direction, so yeah :')


Sample for Nemesis:


Her hands hurt – she’d struggled through a mass of thorn bushes when someone had chased her after coming across her hiding spot. Her legs hurt – the first few days she had mostly climbed trees for cover, now she had been running for what seemed like hours. Her head hurt – all of this, everything, was so unfair.


At first Nemesis had made it her primary objective to hide and avoid all other contestants. Her inclination towards strength in numbers had quickly been overruled by trust no one, and so a grueling first six days had started of simply trying to stay alive. Every now and then someone would die, far off and unseen. Being alone all this time, lives being lost in the distance, had left her with a growing frustration and an anger that never seemed to let up. It still hadn’t, when she was crouching in the shadows between a cluster of trees and clutching a large hunting knife. Her eyes were trained on two figures that were camping out in the middle of a wide clearing. They were the ones who trained for this, who drew some kind of perverse enjoyment out of this whole fiasco, who were so confident that they didn’t need to hide like everyone else. How was that fair?


The way they sat there was almost taunting. Nemesis tightened her grip around the knife and gritted her teeth at the twinges of pain this sent through her hand. They were asking for it. Such a display of arrogance just begged for her to knock them down a peg. She knew she was never going to make it out alive anyway – might as well use the time she had left to make a point. She stood up, head pounding, and forced herself to keep a slow and steady pace as she walked towards the center of the clearing. She was spotted soon enough, and was greeted with a general drawing of weapons.


“Well, well. Look who finally decided to show up to the party?” the guy called out. His companion only grinned smugly, about which she would have to do something soon, thought Nemesis. Neither of them had any weapons with range and so they got up and started towards her, not bothering with any more pleasantries. When there were only a few meters between them and her, they stopped and circled around Nemesis on both sides. She tried to keep an eye on both tributes at the same time, slowly clenching and unclenching her free hand. The smug way they carried themselves, with such effortless confidence, only confirmed to her that she was about to set something right.


Nemesis would be the first to admit that she wasn’t any good with words, but she felt like the situation called for something.


“You’re fucking assholes,” she growled. Her sore muscles tensed and she raised the knife. For a moment she considered listening to what they had to say in response, but decided it wasn’t worth her time. Before her opponents could make a move towards her she launched herself forward, hair flying and with a scream of righteous rage that was out before she knew it.

 

[stellar.nova]

@TheOnlyPaul @LaDyGrEy @Iskander


Welcome to the RP lovelies! As I mentioned before, I will set about preparing the forum over the next couple of days. When it is finished, I will tag you, and you will be able to lay claim to whatever characters you would like!

 

[Kiroshiven]

@Starfish Do you plan to include Arachne as a possibility for characters? She's right alongside Medusa in my opinion for interesting characters and was just curious.

 

[Uxie]

heck


ive written a response already, but the forum on my tablet is messing up and it won't let me post it for some reason..... I'll try and get on the computer soon and post it !!


wait is it closed 


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//tosses writing sample here anyways


p s y c h e


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She'd awoken to find a body. One of the ones she'd formed an unsteady alliance with. It seemed the alliance hadn't worked out very well. She heard a scream from nearby, and her head whipped around to catch sight of the culprit 


She yelled as large hands grabbed her from behind, and she sobbed as she was forcefully pressed onto the ground. "Let me live, please. You can have my stuff." She could hear him going through her stuff, and she struggled against his weight once again, to no avail. "No can do, sweetie. It's hunt or be hunted here, darl', and I'm not exactly the prey." he drawled, shooting her a charming grin. 


"Weren't we friends? We agreed-"


"It's war, princess. There's no such thing as friendship on the battlefield." 


At that, her body went limp with disbelief. She'd been so stupid, to think alliances would work out well, to believe this man. And now she was going to pay for her mistake.


Her hand suddenly felt something sharp, and she suppressed the gasp of surprise that almost slipped through her mouth. Her knife. It must have fallen out when he'd pushed her down. 


There was only one thing she could do now.


She would despise herself for it later, but she didn't want to die.


Gripping the knife tightly, she swung, lodging it swiftly into his neck. He let out an anguished cry and his hands shot to his neck, feeling the knife handle and his gaze trained on her terrified face. "I'm sorry," she murmured fearfully as the blood spurted from the wound. As he fell off of her, she watched as the blood kept flowing and flowing. Onto the ground, onto her clothes. Her cheek was wet- she was crying. "I'm so, so, sorry." The life went out of his eyes, and his expression became cold and unblinking. Her chest wracked with sobs, she reached for her bag. "I'm sorry."


Squeezing her eyes shut, she turned and ran back into the forest, the tears still running freely. She'd killed someone.


She was a monster. 


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is this weird


it feels weird

 

[deer]

heck


ive written a response already, but the forum on my tablet is messing up and it won't let me post it for some reason..... I'll try and get on the computer soon and post it !!


wait is it closed 


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aaaaah, if you already written your response, there's no harm in posting your sample! I'm sure if Star read your sample and if she liked it, even if it's closed, she would accept your application. Plus, I'm sure we all know the issues  of technical difficulty errors.