Post by pluto on Jun 24, 2012 7:23:58 GMT -5
OTISNIGEL MELANCHTHON
independent, isolated, smart
basics.
• Full Name [/color] | Otis Hen Nigel Melanchthon
• Significance of Name [/color] |
How your character's full name can relate to the god's names.
' Otis means "the son of Otto" which means "wealth." In all, Otis means, "the son of wealth." Pluto was considered a god of wealth and given the fact that Pluto is being reincarnated into somewhat of a lesser being--human--I thought it seemed fitting.
' Nigel is a direct translation to "black" or "dark." Derived from the Latin word "niger" meaning black. Pluto was the ruthless, dark, and mysterious god of the dead and the underworld.
' Melanchthon is a Greek word for "black-earth." Along with being the king of the dead and wealth, Pluto was a considerable god of the Earth. His domain was considered to be beneath the earth, therefore, giving him control over precious metals and the ground itself. Black, along with Nigel, just hints to his more menacing aspect.
• Age: [/color] | Sixteen
• Grade [/color] | Junior
• Sexuality [/color] | Bisexual
• Deity [/color] | Pluto - Roman
• Title of your deity [/color] | God of death, precious metals and lord of the Underworld.
appearance.
• Build [/color] | Otis is built for acrobatics and he is quite slender and partially toned from martial arts training. Otis stands at about six foot
• Hair Color & Style [/color] | Straight hair, cut just before his brow and the bottom of the ear lobes. Sometimes, his hair is in a decent mess of spikes.
• Eye Color [/color] | Brown
• Played By [/color] | Luke Pasqualino
• First Impression[/color] |
Otis stands at about six feet. His arms and legs are toned from years of martial arts and hard training. Considering his Italian heritage, his skin is darker than the majority of his family. His head takes the general shape of an oval, but sticks out a little more to accompany his chin. Otis’ hair hangs over his ears and over his forehead reaching about the length of his eyebrows. They say, “the eyes are the windows to the soul.” However, gazing into the golden-brown encrusted pupil’s of Otis, there is nothing to see. What soul he once had, was lost a long time ago. Otis does not like his nose very much. He thinks it is too pointy and unattractive especially his profile.
For the most part, Otis is expressionless. In great times of confusion, his brow might furrow slightly and his lips curl back into an almost bitter look. However, he would rather not let anyone know why or how he is feeling and has trained himself to prevent others to know what is going on. Otis carries himself with poise and confidence and when he walks, he walks without limps and otherwise indications of an injury.
Otis is a wee bit on the reclusive side He tends to wear outfits that are less gaudy and flashy just to remain “unnoticed” so he tends to come off as a hermit. Otis shrouds himself in dark clothing: black jeans, navy blue t-shirt etc… However, during random and rare outbursts of inspiration or when he absolutely has to, he can be seen in semi-considerable “bright” colors (i.e. red, greens, etc…). Where his hair dangles from his forehead, Otis sometimes spikes it up or styles it into a hip new trend. However, Otis usually tries to stick to his own style.
personality.
• Overall Personality[/color] |
'Serious
Otis is not much of a prankster and hates most jokes--because most of the time he does not understand them. Do not get me wrong, Otis can loosen up from time to time and smile and even laugh, but when it's time to buckle down and get serious, Otis is typically the serious one. For the most time, his focus is trained on one thing at a time and he hates when people interrupt his train of thoughts. Otis does not beat around the bush and gets straight to a point in situations with other people. Pluto was said to be quite blunt in his ruling and Otis display those same exact qualities through his work ethic and his presentation.
'Romantic
In Otis' past life, Pluto was depicted to be a very romantic character that was not necessarily monogamous but very loyal to Proserpina, his wife. Throughout all of his two affairs, Pluto stayed completely honest and true to his wife. Otis did not experience many relationships with other partners on a romantic level and the ones he did have ended because of his romance. The way Otis may treat his partner is sometimes overwhelming an obsessive, which, to some, is a major turn down for possible mates. Keeping that in mind, Otis is a bit rough with his relationships; always testing them to see if they had the potential to last.
'Unforgiving
For the most part, Otis has the tendency to hold grudges. Once a wrong was done to him, he felt that the person would never be forgiven until said person met his or her consequence. The Relentless Pluto, was said to be very obtrusive about punishment to those put into the darkest area of the Underworld-Tarturus. Until retribution dealt to the person who crossed Otis is taken up, he might not ever forgive him or her. Otis has a problem with lies because there had been many problems with the family pertaining to lies. Honesty and integrity were honorable factors that played into Otis’ judgment.
'Equitable
Despite Otis' seeming hard exterior and his serious way of going about things, he is impartial in his judgments. He prefers to stay unbiased when considering other people's fate; whether it is with his part in running his father's company and considering his workers or peer-to-peer problems, he takes his thoughts and opinions out of the predicament and finds the perfect resolution rather having to regret something. This trait goes hand in hand with his unforgiving trait because his grudges sometimes blindsides Otis and he goes out on a limb rather figuring out what he can do to fix a situation. Nevertheless, Otis is fully capable of sticking to fairness and being just.
‘Confident
Growing up, Otis rarely had reasons to be confident in himself. Being the subject of years of abuse, he always lived in fear. However, once his father's sudden death came to pass, a barrier was lifted for not only him but also his feelings. At school, he found ways to be more open with his mates and was able to attract other friends as well. He never gave himself credit for things he deserved because he always thought he deserved the worst because of his father, but now he is able to experiment more with choices and life.
‘Isolated
For many years, Otis had no reason to be in the public eye due to his father. Otis likes to believe, when he is alone and in the quiet, he is in some sort of fantasy where nothing can harm him and he is all right. After his father’s death, he has taken these negative qualities of being alone because of abuse and turned into a more positive. Otis just enjoys his time being alone, that’ all.
‘Smart
Ever since childhood, Otis had a deep sense of education and he was quite adamant about sustaining excellent grades. This sometimes can get him marked as a “nerd” or a “book-worm” because he always has his nose in a textbook trying to retain information about anything he would be particularly interested at that instant. When it comes to his part of his job as an executive, he always looks to his mother for assistance since she is older and more educated with things like that.
‘Easily-Tempered
Another inherited trait from his father than is not considered positive is that he has a bad temper. Despite the fact that he enjoys being calm and being at peace, things that can get him off can get an explosive outcome out of him. Things that usually get him started are being wrong, being disrespected, and obnoxiousness and immaturity. He likes to surround himself with adults not children.
• Likes [/color] |
' Precious Metals - Things like gold and silver were just to name a few. Pretty right?
' Being right – Pluto was the god of the Underworld and ultimately the supreme judge of the dead. Pluto was also said to be a just god and always was fair in his judgment. Otis likes being right almost all of the time.
' Peace and quiet - He likes tranquility and would rather stay away from
' School – Otis loves learning. Ever since he was a little boy, he loved going to school and learning about anything and everything. His grades reflect his admiration for education.
' Power – Otis likes being in charge and being a leader of whatever he can. It was a negative trait he received from his father. However, unlike his father, he is not power hungry just enjoys being in control.
‘ Arguing/Fighting – Considering he’s an incarnate of a Roman deity – who is more war-like than their Greek equivalents – Otis might be prone to arguments and maybe physical battles.
• Dislikes [/color] |
' Loud noises – Obnoxious children, noises, or music, are a few things that get under his skin.
' Immaturity – Otis cannot stand people who are older but do not act the part. Life is not about partying and being “hip” but about making something out of it.
' Being disrespected - Self explanatory
' People disturbing him - If he's busy or in some state of happiness, don't disturb him.
' being wrong – Pluto is a god, somewhat, of justice and fairness. When Otis is proven wrong, especially if it is a situation he cares about, he can have a general hate for the person who proved him wrong.
' greed - Otis has money and everything he could ever want but when he see's people who have the same and abuse it and don't give back... He has a problem.
• Flaws [/color] |
' Physical - He's short compared to most others.
' Emotional - He gets attached to others easily.
' Psychological - Just a bit too serious.
• Habits [/color] |
' Physical - Otis has the odd habit of brushing his hair back with his hand, revealing a not-so-attractive forehead.
' Emotional - Doesn't really care about how people feel, most of the time, he is kind of self centered when it comes to people who cross him. Since he is a grudge holder, he could not care any less for how ignorant people might feel towards him.
' Psychological - Uh?
• Skills[/color] |
' one - His power. Since coming to the school, been there for two years, he has been able to control his earth manipulation to its almost full potential.
' two – Otis is good with this words and a very successful businessman.
' three – Otis is an excellent martial artist, specifically in Qigong and Tai Chi.
• Fears[/color] |
' one - having to lose his mother real soon.
' two - being in a dramatic relationship.
• Dreams[/color] |
' one - Leaving his Industry to his children one day.
‘Two – Otis needs desperate help in the rhythm department. He cannot dance to save his life and he hopes to one day be able to keep up on the dance floor.
• Best Memory[/color] |
I can remember the first time I met her, I knew she was right for me. We were at school, it happened to be our second year in High School together. Somehow, we signed up for one of the same extra curricular courses: botany. It was a new course to our school and, I guess, we were both interested in the study of plants. The girl had an amazing, bright, smile that I adored so much. On our first day of high school, in Botany, she happened to sit right next to me. Our first assignment: identify all the parts of a flower. Florien, the girl, had an affinity for flowers--well, that's what I thought--and she identified everything: the pistil, the petals, the ovaries, everything.
She said she had a small flower garden at her house. She then invited me over to look at her garden. Of course, I declined, but she insisted, "I barely have any friends. You see, I just moved here from New York." She explained. The offer was sweet and the pain look she gave me told me something deeper. I agreed to come to her house where we spent the rest of the afternoon talking about all the flowers in her small, new garden.
• Worst Memory[/color] | My worst memory was when I had to walk in on my father, after he had been murdered by my brother... That is all.
ability.
The power to control, shape and generate earth, including sand, stone, rock, lava, dirt, glass, metal, and other minerals.
-The Superpower Wiki
• Applications
- Geokinesis: Otis is able to manipulate and move any material from the earth (rock, sand, metals, etc...) with his mind alone. This ability goes as far as lifting rocks or any other earthen material and move it at his own discretion. He is also able to break, smash, or obliterate the material into smaller parts.
- With a series of thrusts and or specific movements, Otis is able to make slabs of rock, or whatever materials, protrude through the ground.
- Otis is able to make tunnels, or in other words, shape the earth however he pleases.
- Otis is able to create trembles and quakes within the surrounding ground up to a half of a mile radius.
- Mold full body armor out of pebbles, dust, sand, gems, or anything from the earth.
- Seismic Sense: With this ability, Otis will be able to sense vibrations in the earth and pinpoint where someone is standing.
• Limitations
- Cannot transfigure or change into another substance. (i.e. compress sand into rock)
- Unable to move larger objects (i.e. boulders, heavier objects) with the mind and must use body motions (i.e. hands and feet) to "guide" the earth. He also has to be connected with the earth, mentally and physically, to move even larger components.
- Can only move, shape, mold, and sharpen small metals, gems, crystals, other earthen materials with his mind up to the size of a golf ball.
- Cannot combine elements together.
- Limited to no control over plants.
- Only can move bone that isn’t “alive” and can only manipulate earthen materials in it’s rawest form. Cannot manipulate concrete and bricks.
- Can only hold up an earthquake for about four minutes: any longer can cause him to pass out.
- Not able to generate earth out of thin air.
• Projected Development
- With time be able to move larger pieces of the earth with his mind.
- Sustain longer and harder quakes as well as expanding his range.
history.
• Birthplace [/color] | Chicago, Illinois
• Mother [/color] | Celeste Melanchthon
• Father [/color] | Sylvester Melanchthon
• Siblings[/color] |
- Jonathan Melanchthon
- Nathan Melanchthon
• Other Relations [/color] | N/A
• Overall history[/color] |
“Ma'am, I'm going to need you to take one more deep breath and push one more time," the doctor informed Celeste. "On the count of three: one... Two... Three... PUSH!" Celeste, sweat dripping from the sides of her face, pushed as hard as she could, her last bit of remaining energy focused directly on getting her son out. Dr. Louis counted back from ten, aiding Celeste in her birthing process. She could feel the pressure of the baby's head pushing through. "Almost there," the doctor reassured, "just a little more..." The doctor's face lit up. Faint cries coming from undeveloped lungs and vocal cords signified the first sign of life to Celeste. Tears of joy, happiness, and love spilled out of her eyes. "Happy Birthday, baby," Celeste whispered to her son as he was passed to her arms. This was the beginning of Otis Nigel Melanchthon's life.
Soon after Otis' birth, Celeste bore two other children, right after the other: Nathan and then finally Jonathan. The three children were all different handfuls. Otis, being the oldest, grew up being more of the quiet one. Never really minding he watched as Nathan and Jonathan grew up with all the attention, given all the things they ever needed or wanted. Who cared, he could have had anything he wanted, and he just chose not to ask.
Around the age of four, the abuse started. At first, it was not that bad. Sylvester, the boy's father, was starting to become familiar with alcohol at the recent news of his businesses slowly ending. Engaging in arguments--sometimes-physical altercations--with the children. "Pick up your toys!" "Didn't I say to not play the T.V. so loud?" Phrases similar to these were the start of late-night arguments that sometimes led to punishment. However, when their father became a raging alcoholic, the abuse began to increase and became more frequent. The littlest things enraged Sylvester. His bottle, filled with clear liquid, always in his grasp or near him.
As the abuse became more frequent, Otis became more solitude ridden. Enjoying the time where he could just ease out of the world, away from the pain and trouble. Nevertheless, his father always seemed to find his place in Otis' world of peace. "I'm king of this house," he would say. "You can't have peace if I say you can't." The slow decline of his father’s establishments was something almost too unbearable for him to handle. He had spent the majority of his life building up his possessions. Alone, he owned three companies: Mel International Airlines, Mel Cruise Line, and his most recent, Mel Industries. The new company was stationed somewhere in Russia. The company produced some of the most popular diamonds. However, at the new recent demand for the diamonds, Sylvester had to make some decisions that ultimately started the destruction of his glory.
The abuse lasted for about ten years. Ten years of pain: ten years of pure hatred building up in the pits of their stomachs' until the snap. The part in the time-line where everything collided and everything seemed to speed up and slow down all at the same time.
Otis was going through his regular afternoon routines. Come home. Start your homework. Put out a new bottle for dad if he needed it, which was usually the case. However, this time something was wrong. When Otis went to put out a new bottle, on the table next to his father's chair: his throne, he noticed an open bottle, fresh, spilled over the floor. Confused, he immediately began to clean up the mess before his father could have the chance to demand it. However, when he returned with a towel and got onto his hands and knees to clean up the mess, he noticed a trail. Foot prints leading into the next room. "Dad," he called out as he followed the steps, "Mom, Nathan, Jonathan? Anyone?" He walked very cautiously. Pushing the door open, he saw his youngest brother sitting in a pool of blood, crying, with a kitchen knife in his hand. Otis rushed to his brother's side to see what he had done. Sylvester was laying, face down, into the cold tiled floor, still.
Jonathan sobbed and begged Otis to forgive him. He explained everything. Jonathan had come home early from school with a fever; dad being the only one home had to pick up his sick son. When they had returned home, Sylvester went on one of his drunken rampages. Screaming. Shouting. Demanding Jonathan to do this or do that. "Then he started hurting me," the little boy squeezed out through his sobs. "I couldn't take it anymore. I-I got a knife out of the drawer and went into my room. Daddy s-saw me and followed me into here and started s-slapping me. I did not mean to, I really didn't! I'm so, so, sorry." The child buried his face deep into his older brother's shoulder. "I'm sorry..."
Otis called his mother and explained to her everything that had happened who contacted the authorities. The ambulance and the police showed up before their mother who was just leaving work. Charges that were held against Jonathan were dropped. The lawyer was able to convince the jury that Jonathan acted only in defense and without a premeditated intent. Shortly after, Sylvester King Melanchthon was laid to rest. The funeral service wasn't long, not many "friends and family" showed up and the ones who came just gave their condolence. Finally, the pain was over.
When the funeral service was over, the attorney gathered all four of Sylvester’s beneficiaries into his office to read his last will and testament. The lawyer informed Mrs. Melanchthon that, "Mr. Melanchthon left clear instructions for you, which can be read to you, privately, after the official will is read." Celeste agreed to the private reading and the briefing started.
“‘I, Sylvester King Melanchthon, of 215 Ridgewood Drive, Chicago, Illinois, 60606, being of sound, mind, and body, hereby declare this to be my Last Will and Testament. I hereby revoke all previous wills and codicils.
'I am married to Celeste Elizabeth Melanchthon the following: as you should be informed by my lawyer, you have a separate set of instructions which will be read to your discretion,' " the lawyer paused in the reading to confirm, for the last time, Celeste's wishes, who, confirmed to read the separate pieces of writing privately. "Let's continue then. 'I have three children. They are named: Otis Nigel Melanchthon, Nathan Oliver Melanchthon, and Jonathan King Melanchthon. Their guardian is their mother, my wife, Celeste Elizabeth Melanchthon. I appoint Christopher Grieves to act as the Administrator of this will, and to serve without bond. To finally initiate my final wishes. I leave my company Mel Airlines to my son Jonathan King Melanchthon. I leave my Mel Cruise Line to my son, Nathan Oliver Melanchthon. I leave my final company, Mel Industries, to my eldest son, Otis Nigel Melanchthon. Until the listed persons reach the potential age to completely inherit my wishes, I hereby declare Celeste Elizabeth the Overseer of these affairs.' "
The room went quiet. Sylvester knew that his companies were falling apart and eventually he began to as well. He knew that he was incapable of continuing his business anymore and he had high wishes for his sons. He knew that his wife might even have better luck at reviving them. Otis, Nathan, Jonathan and Celeste were all still shocked at the news. The lawyer looked to the attendants to continue, Celeste nodded. “‘I hereby give all the rest and residue of my estate to my spouse, Celeste Elizabeth, should she survive me. If my spouse, Celeste, does not survive me, I give all the rest and residue of my estate to my heirs as determined by the laws of the State. I hereby affix my signature to this, my Last Will and Testament, on this
the (24) day of (October), (1999), at (Chicago).
Sylvester King Melancholy.' "
The lawyer pulled off his glasses and looked back to his audience who were still shocked at the news. Mr. Grieves placed the document in his briefcase and snapped it shut. Celeste showed her children out of the room so that she could here the excused portion--her part. “Now, Mrs. Melanchthon, I have the understanding that the mentioned companies were on the brink of disaster," Chris began and Celeste nodded confirming. "Well, in that case, your husband had opened a separate bank account--a secret one if you will. In it, he had placed almost every paycheck and or sum of cash he'd received. He'd asked for you to use that money to pay off his debt for he was too "sick" to do it himself." The briefcase, which he'd just closed, held all the proper documents that would transfer the large amount of money into Mrs. Melanchthon's own. "Whatever is left, which I'm sure you'll enjoy because I've already done the calculations for you, he wants you to enjoy with the kids."
Mrs. Melanchthon stared at the bringer of news. This was just al too much for her to handle. Tension with the business' and the children was already too much for her and now this. Money wasn't the problem, as for many years Celeste kept a separate account under only her name, but the fact that Sylvester left all of this for only her to handle, was just a bit insane. Celeste stood up, shook the lawyer's hand, and told him she'd call him later to discuss the arrangements. With that, she turned around and left, with her three children trailing behind her.
The companies grew, exponentially, and became three of the top services around the world. The life of he Melanchthon’s was a very pleasant one, until one night in Miami, Florida, on a vacation. Celeste received a newsletter, inscribed with a few words that left a very big impact on her soul. Otis Nigel Melanchthon. You has been invited to join Pantheon Academy. A representative will come for you. Be prepared. A list is attached with all the things you'll need and what you'll be provided. We are pleased to have you join. Celeste found the paper to be more of a demand for attendance rather an invitation.
Otis took the news with ease and when the representative came to explain what was going to happen and why he had been selected, he was even calmer about going. However, his mother and brothers thought otherwise. The few remaining members of the Melanchthon family have become a close one in the last few years and losing another one could've been almost intolerable. However, the representative explained they could have unlimited visits and Otis would be able to visit on his breaks. The family still felt the loss, but they were a little more confident with him leaving. After a long group, family, hug, Otis was on his way to Mythos, Washington.
similarities between your character and your deity.
' one - Pluto was the eldest of the boys when they were born and he, when they drew lots, was more of a personal god retreating to his domain. Otis was the first born boy to his parents and likes to be by himself when he has the chance.
' two - When Pluto's father heard of a prophecy of one of his sons overthrowing him as he did his own father, he swallowed all of his children as they were born. When Sylvester’s businesses began its fall, he became more violent with the children. Sylvester also considered himself king of the house and his businesses. Saturn was the king of the universe.
' three - In the Titan War, Jupiter, Pluto, and Neptune aided each other in bringing their father down: Jupiter giving the fatal blow. Otis' brother, Jonathan, killed his father in retaliation of being hit.
' four - When the three kings of the world drew lots, Pluto received the underworld and the earth, Neptune the sea, and Jupiter the sky and the heavens. When their father died, Otis received the minining company, Nathan the sailing, and Jonathan the airlines.
' five - When Saturn's wife was bearing her children and watching them being swallowed, she became angry with her husband so her last child, she set him aside. Celeste was a mother of three boys who she had to watch be abused, whilst being married, she kept a separate bank account and filled it just in case she had to leave.
' six - the titan war lasted for ten years, Otis' abuse lasted the same.
' seven - Pluto was said to be a more serious aspect of Hades and more respected king. Otis holds himself like a king and he works hard for respect.
' eight - Pluto fell in love with a Spring goddess who happened to be a goddess of flowers. Otis fell in love with a girl who had an affinity for flowers.
roleplay sample.
"Why can't any of you just get it right the first time," Persephone growled at her handmaidens that prepared her dress. The pale gown took her shape, caressing her figure like a tight-fitting piece of saran wrap. She snapped her fingers and ordered one of the ghostly women to get her some more help. "If you would have sewn it like I had asked we wouldn't have this problem." The bubble of anger that had risen in her had quickly subdued just as fast as it had overcame her. Persephone had never been good with direction and sometimes her orders can get a bit confusing for even the dead. She spoke calmly to the ghoulish woman. "I'm sorry for shouting. You know how I can get. Just, can you find someone to hem this dress? I would really not like to step on it." The woman--Teresa--bowed her head humbly and, without a word, disappeared from sight in a wisp of smoke the way ghost did.
Teresa was an old house wife--when she was alive. Persephone personally appointed her as her personal attendant; more like a personal assistant. The woman was an easy character. Never really talking, always obeying, and never complained. But then again, the spirits didn't have many choices as to what they were allowed to do or say. Persephone enjoyed the idea of treating her servants like real--alive--people. A few gifts here, a reward there, the usual "rewarding system" idea.
Teresa returned with another woman. She wore a white bonnet that tied beneath her chin and a matching white front buttoned down bodice. The woman wore a long, conservative, blue skirt that went way past her knees. The queen of the dead couldn't help but notice the impeccable precision in the length of the skirt. It may have looked long, but it was perfectly hemmed not to go passed the woman's ankle. With a warming smile, Persephone spoke once again. "Betsy Ross, the women who stitched the first American flag. It's a pleasure to meet you." The older woman bowed respectfully and looked to Persephone for instruction. "Oh, I'm sorry. I was wondering if it would be possible to hem the end of dress. It's rather long and I'm planning on going to the garden. I don't want to get it dirty," she spoke in a soft tone. The now deceased woman blinked at Persephone for a few seconds, before getting to work at the dress.
The dead, while in the Underworld, lived in a "fantasy" world per say. Depending on the belief system and the way the dead person lived his or her life, are the factors of how they saw the Underworld. For instance. Someone deeply ingrained with the idea of a Heaven and a Hell ruled by God and the Devil, might understand the Underworld accordingly. Betsy, now a loyal servant, may now see the Underworld as its true form, now that she has been removed from her fantasy. The look on the woman's face as she hemmed the bottom of Persephone's dress was of pure shock and revelation. Persephone patted the woman's shoulder reassuringly, "everything will be alright. I promise." The woman smiled and went back to work.
After Persephone's dress was up to par, she dismissed her servants for the day. "If any of you need me, I'll be in my garden for the rest of the evening." Knowing that the ghostly women wouldn't need her at all, unless they needed to relay a message, she made her way to her garden.
The garden itself was quite large. Try imagining three football fields filled with just plant life. Black aspens and poplars surrounded the entire garden. Pale narcissus flowers sprung up in every corner of the garden. A flower so dear to Persephone, the daffodil, was the flower Kore had been picking when she was kidnapped to become the second ruler of the land of the dead. There were only a few entrances to the garden, which only Persephone knew of, other than the main entrance through the palace. Persephone walked through the already made paths and touched the white rose bushes that grew in clusters around the center of the garden.
A section of the garden, set in the center of the entire garden, was grown just for flowers entirely. Persephone gazed at all the flowers: narcissuses, daffodils, the poppy, the opium flower, and most importantly, the monkshood. Monkshood was the deadliest flower and plant known to man. Wolf's bane has long been declared the deadliest plant, before most developed cultures and sciences. The thought of the deadliest poison lurking within the petals of the flower could mean certain death, was somehow exhilarating and exciting for the spring goddess. There was one more flower, however, that stood out above most others: the lily. The symbolic idea of death and then resurrection of the flower was dearer to the Queen than even the pomegranate. Although the flower wasn’t sacred to her, she kept a small shrine dedicated to the delicate flowers. The flowers bloomed with curiosity and beauty in the centermost area. Surrounding the flowers, were the monkshood. Nothing could ever disrupt the tranquil, serene, feeling of the garden.
Kore was clipping some of the narcissus flowers--humming a sweet tune to the flowers as she did so—when she heard a disturbance to her left. It was a rare sight to have visitors within the Underworld, let alone her garden. Persephone set her clippers down so she could investigate the interruption of peace. She could here small, light, footsteps among the marbled pathway. There it was. A very common, yet alien, tug in the pit of her stomach that signified a new presence in her realm. A small girl, very young, walking through the garden, wide eyed to all the beauty. Kore smiled as the small girl approached. “I’ve been waiting. Welcome, child.” Fate brought the child before Persephone. She knew it and she hoped the young woman did as well.
Persephone reached out a hand to the girl, which she took willingly, and guided her through the garden; showing her all the different flowers, all the different aspects of life that were dear to her. “You, my dear, are so very lucky,” Persephone spoke to the child. "I am willing to give you a gift, if only you promise me one thing." Persephone closed an empty hand in front of the girl so she could see. When she opened her hand, a golden chain dangled from her fingers. A pearl broach gleamed in the dim light as it dangled beneath her palm. "Promise me you'll protect my garden? This necklace will give you power you might have never seen before. Like... A magical princess." Persephone grinned as she hooked the charm around the little girl’s neck. "Promise?"
about you.
• Your name [/color] | Max!
• Age [/color] | Fifteen!
• How long have you been RPing? [/color] | I couldn't give an exact time.
• Where/How did you find us?[/color] | An ad on another site I believe.
• Have you read the Rules? [/color] | orangechickhen@yahoo.com
• Have you read the Character/PB Rules? [/color] | I don't have a favorite color!
• Would you like to participate in a Recruitment Thread? [/color] | Err.. Sure, why not?[/size]
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