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Ptah - Mechanic/Owner of Cut Out That Ratchet - Bisexual
Purpose
Kennard is trying to find himself, and who his father is.
History
Kennard always thought he was the son of Draven and Julia Avrett. He was happily raised amongst their two other children, although he was always the ‘dumb’ kid. Words never seemed to stay in the same order when he read them, but out in the country school wasn’t all that important. Kids were often pulled out during harvest season, or to help out around the farm. Ken was no exception, Draven often pulling him out to help repair neighbour’s farm machines. He always had a knack for mechanisms, spent his childhood making clockwork toys. As a teenager this accumulated in him restoring old cars and motorcycles with Draven, selling them and splitting the profit. It was a happy childhood, and when he scraped through and finished highschool he found no hurry to leave home.
Tragedy struck when Ken was twenty. Draven got leukemia, needed a bone marrow transplant. He tried to discourage Kennard from donating, but Ken ordered a test for compatibility behind his back. The results showed no blood relation. Half of his DNA markers were unseen before. Without her knowledge Kennard took hair from Julia’s brush, organised for a private testing. She he was related to, but as a nephew to an aunt.
One of his ‘siblings’ turned out to be a match, and after a shaky eighteen months Draven went into remission. Kennard didn’t let on the fact that he knew about the adoption, spent his spare time restoring cars, getting money to pay for Draven’s treatment and saved the rest. He requested his birth certificate, found out the name of his birth mother; Marcia Ravera. The blank space in place of his father’s name haunted Ken for nights on end.
Once his adoptive father recovered, Ken took a restored Harley Davidson, left a note to his adoptive parents on the counter and roared off into the night. Before he could return to them and accept them as his parents, he had to find out who he was without them, as his own person. He spent a year on the road to LA, the last known address of Marcia. On the way he dabbled into his savings as little as possible, picking up any skill he could to get a roof to sleep under for the night. He learnt plumbing, carpentry, gardening; all with ease. When the thought occurred to him he sent postcards back home, his writing scrawled on the back of an Texan, Arizonan, Californian landscape.
A few nights he spent in a warm bed, company in a small town that he’d soon leave behind in a dust trail. One girl stood out. He thought her crazy, talking about ancient gods alive in the real world. Talking about a utopia called Cure. It didn’t sound bad from what she had to say about it, but then again, the truck stop town she came from would have made Detroit sound nice. He left her behind in the sunset without much thought.
It was raining in LA when he arrived. He found Marcia’s last known address, knocked on the door with a trembling fist. The elderly woman who answered sadly shook her head at his tale, handed him a box that had been left in the attic, gave him directions to where he could find Marcia. He pulled up at a cemetery, found her in plot F56. He sat in front of her grave stone, plainly engraved with her name, date of birth and death, and went through the box she had left.
Inside was a diary, photos showed snap shots of her life, pressed flowers, ribbon and a spare glove. Remnants of a mother he had never known. She was obsessed with the Egyptian gods. A list in her diary, scrawled in a spider like script it took him hours to decode circled various male gods. Underlined at the bottom: which one? For the first time in months he remembered the girl with black hair in a sleepy, dusty town, dreaming of a perfect town.
With nothing left to lose, Ken set his sights on Cure. If his mother was to be an enigma, maybe he could find something about his father. He drifted into the town, used up his savings to purchase Cut Out That Ratchet. While he struggles to adjust to a non-transient life, Kennard hopes to get into some contact with his father, whoever he is.
Personality
Kennard in a word is independent. He is incredibly self-sufficient, able to support himself and others with ease. This also makes it hard for him to admit when he needs help, a stubborn streak edging on arrogance. While he likes people he doesn’t exactly crave deep and meaningful relationships; he is perfectly happy becoming friends with anyone and everyone. Maybe more than just friends. Romantically, this never bodes well for long-term relationships.
Charismatic, it’s hard not to like the man, especially since he’s an excellent listener and genuinely enjoys helping people out. However, sometimes his blunt words come out more callously then he intends them. As a blue-collar worker, he does hold a little disdain for pencil pushers, especially when they take his work for granted. Like every artisan he is proud of hi
What are the abilities of children of Hera, Aphrodite, and Hel?
There are no set abilities for demigods. Below I list some possible starting abilities.
Hera: the ability to prevent conception (i.e. if their parent wanted to have another child, but they didn’t want a sibling) or the ability to solve, cause, or worsen relationship problems (restriction: the people must have been interested in each other to begin with)
Aphrodite: the ability to charm others (innate), the ability to slightly alter one’s appearance (appear slightly skinnier, change eye colour, alter skin flaws, etc.), or Alisha’s power from Misfits
Hel: being able to sense if someone is about to die (they may or may not know who) or foreseeing death in dreams (it would take practice to remember the details of these dreams)
I can’t give you a list of what powers a demigod will have after receiving training because there are tons of possibilities. If you’re wondering if a demigod can have a certain power, just send another ask including what that power is and how much training they’ve had. If you need help coming up with powers for a character you’ve already created, just send what you have so far and we can figure out what would work best. (Use Tumblr’s chat to avoid the annoying character limit on asks.)
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Nemesis - Lieutenant of the City Guard - Demiromantic Pansexual
Purpose
Rie has come to Cure partially at the behest of her mother. She is to watch for signs of dissent towards the gods and to prevent escalation to mutiny. While she’s distrustful of her mother, Rie still wants to make her proud.The family health insurance included with her position is her main reason for coming to Cure.
History
Rie’s favourite bedtime story was how her father, Hisao met Nemesis. While enjoying the evening with friends in a casino in Las Vegas he saw a man win the five million dollar jackpot. The winner bragged about his lucky streak, and amusedly Hisao watched as a sharp eyed woman slid up to the new millionaire’s side. He thought her another sycophant, until she laughed when he proclaimed he was invincible, until he saw her smile stretch as he lost it all within the hour, and how it sparkled as he lost more in the next. Hisao approached her when she finally left him, just as he turned in his last five chips. “Why did you stay?” he asked. “Everyone else left him after the first half hour.”
She turned that smile to him, a gleam in her eyes. “You know what they say about train wrecks.”
Nemesis visited Hisao sporadically over the next year. Rie loved the paintings he made when she was his muse; the sweetly smiling face under white and black scales, two women curled up against each other, one with black hair and white skin and the other opposite. Balance and harmony. At the end of their affair Hisao was left with a baby Rie placed in his arms, Nemesis walking away.
Rie’s childhood was unstable. Hisao tried his best to raise her; giving up art to take a job in a bank. Still, she found making friends difficult. It became worse and worse, until it erupted in middle school. She found herself standing over the bloody body of a bully who had boasted that everyone was too terrified of him to fight him. Barely escaping expulsion, she and her father moved up to San Francisco. At high school Rie made a conscious effort to make friends and to keep her head out of trouble, although rumours still followed her. She was a star on the track team, especially in relay. After working on and off at her father’s bank and getting a degree in criminal law, Rie enrolled in a police academy. Part of her resented the fact that she was drawn to law because of her heritage, but it was the only thing that felt right.
She rose through the ranks, quickly finding her way into financial crime. Rie was renown in her department for being able to pick out the crooks in all the shady businessmen. When she narrowed in on a fraudster the evidence against them quickly followed. Their good luck quickly turned to bad. Her first big break was making a case against the CEO of Hisao’s bank for embezzling. Millions of funds funnelled into yachts and mansions. She smirked in the face of the CEO when she handed him the court order and search warrant. The guilty verdict came within a week of the case going to court. Later that night, her then-girlfriend pointed out the tattoo on the back of her neck; scales, the support a sword.
Hisao was quietly made redundant, but took the chance to return to his artwork. He started making a name for himself in smaller galleries. For Rie, politics got the best of her. Promotions that had been promised to Rie weeks earlier eventuated to nothing. She stayed in her position but the leads dried up, witnesses stayed silent.
Frustrated, she eagerly took the chance to transfer to a detective’s position, just for want of something to do. Bloodhound was what her new team called her. If a perp fled the scene she had an uncanny ability to track them down. Over foot, over road, even one time down a river. If they did get away, Rie would find them a few days later and bring them in. While promotions to higher paying positions were still barred to her Rie enjoyed the work, enjoyed seeing people taken to justice for their crimes and the balance of luck evening out again.
Then, her father’s health took a turn for the worse. He had always been thin, but soon he barely ate anything. His throat was sore. It had been sore for a while. Throat cancer. Stage four. Inoperable. No insurance. Rie used up the last of her savings paying for the diagnosis and the first round a treatment. She was desperate.
Which was precisely how Nemesis wanted her. In the dream, the winged goddess approached her daughter and told her of Cure, and what she would have her do there. Under the goddess’s’ orders Rie is to watch for any signs of insurrection in Cure. Nemesis knows how much power Cure has over the gods, and she’d have Rie strike down anyone who lets it get to their heads, or worse.
Rie applied for the City Guard shortly after finding out that they would help pay for her father’s treatment. Although she’s new to the position of authority, she is dedicated to doing her best. She says it’s to prove a point to herself, but she’d be lying if she omitted that she wants to impress her mother. Even if she suspects Nemesis made her father ill.
Personality
Rie has always had a vindictive streak. She remembers every injustice that’s been paid to her, no matter how small; even if she doesn’t want to. Because of this she tries to make a conscious effort to be forgiving, even if her apologies come through gritted teeth. She’s cautious and guarded simply because she knows how quickly relationships can change. Rie tries to keep her distance; she worries that as a daughter of Nemesis she can only bring bad luck to those close to her. Win her respect and trust and her stony shield will crack open to reveal a slightly softer interior; a truly empathetic friend who will kill anyone who hurts you with the fury of a thousand suns. Even though she is quite a serious person, Rie has a wicked deadpan, and can’t resist laughing when people take her seriously.
Like all true (ex-)detectives Rie has a curious streak, and like all curious streaks it can get her into trouble. Professionally Rie is a good team-player, making sure to give credit where it is due and trying to keep humble in her victories. Her morality is unusually black and white. On cases she can occasionally be stubborn, sure that she is right even when she might not be.
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Rie Amachi - Grace
Frida Moran - Alia
Vulcan - Blacksmith - Bisexual
Purpose
Lynchpin in Vulcan’s revenge, even if Rio doesn’t know that yet
History
In Munich as the last of a lineage, Rutger came into the world with a scream on his lips and his mother’s blood along his skin. The Arsen dynasty would live on in the body of a green eyed boy with toothy grins and grabby fingers. And life was splendid, for those first ten years, with old money in his family’s pockets and affection wherever he turned.
Ten years old and the world came to a sudden, screeching halt. A work party gone wrong, and his banker father found the thrill of narcotics and his socialite mother was introduced to the fluttering haze of pot and cocaine, starting a downward spiral that only pulled their young son down with them. Affection turned to neglect as the two would rather breathe in fumes from one another than care for their child, and when the money started to run thin from their developing drug habits, the neglect turned to abuse. Desperate, watchful as his parents did their best to destroy the family that had survived for generations, Rutger turned to selling the very drugs that his parents now thrived upon. If he couldn’t make them love him as he was, then he would make them need him.
One morning at fifteen, the shadowed symbol of an anvil appeared on his skin, pressed into the flesh of his lower abdomen, black against the rest of his skin. Hung over, he paid no real attention to the mark, misplacing it as a drunken tattoo. It wasn’t until a few days later that he began to take notice of things. A deal had become rocky, with the buyer less interested in his wares and more interested in what sort of services he thought Rutger could give him. Frustrated, disgusted, he staggered when the older man shoved him, only to watch as the lighter the man had been toying with became an inferno between clenched fingers.
It only grew from there, slowly, and he learned that if he focused hard enough, he could light the same fires with the aid of a lighter until they grew and flowed with his fingers for staggering seconds. This arrival of power was only over shadowed by his father’s death from a drug overdose and the news of his mother’s infidelity. Between the knowledge that he was not his father’s son and the fire that called to him, he stood by and watched as the woman pulled drugged herself to a slow death when he was twenty-two. Lonely, angry, and only trained by his own fascination, it was then that Vulcan came to him.
Easy to convince, desperate to please a father than would love him, Rutger reveled in the attention that the God gave him. He was special, or so the man said, with a fire like the forges that burned in the heavens, and the words were honeyed to the lonely young man. Over the next few years, his drug business dwindled, with Rutger set with nearly as much money as his parents had wasted from the Arsen name. He kept himself occupied until his father called him to the Cure, Vulcan saying that there was a home for his son now, and that he had a job to do. He adopted a new name for himself, answering to the moniker Rio as much as he did Rutger, and settled into his new home with the intent of making his father proud.
Personality
Just a little bit wounded and a bit cynical, Rio holds himself apart with a sharp eye and a sharper tongue. There is nothing wrong with adding insult to injury, not if it means he can make his father proud of him, if he can do something right for once. Impatient and short tempered, Rio is quick to point out faults in those around him, and while the young man excels at his training, his easily frustrated nature hinders him with his fire more than it helps. Petty and harsh, he is also loyal to a fault, and earnest with his affections. Good hearted and lonelier than he cares to admit, he’ll do anything just for someone to love him, even if it means he’ll be taken advantage of.
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Zoe Eden - Navneet
Rio Arsen - Raven/Rae
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Elias Hoffman - Rose
Arabella Frey - Madi
I have two awesome apps sitting in the inbox right now, and I’d love to get some more before I accept tonight (probably around 10:00 pm EST). There’s still tons of great faceclaims and positions open from every pantheon. As always, if you have any questions, I’d love to answer them.
Do you think you will eventually allow non-demigods?? Maybe nymphs or other mythological creatures?
Yeah! I definitely want to, however, I’d like to get a healthy amount of demigods first as they are what make the city function. Nymphs are one of the mythological creatures I’ll be including when I do.
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Oscar Elliot - Naomi
Apollo - Seer for the City Guard - Bisexual
Purpose
Ash wants to restore the things that society has taken away. He also knows that if he’s in the city with his ‘special gift’ that he will be protected versus being out in the real world.
History
Ash was always aware that he was different. It wasn’t anything his mother hid from him – after all there was no shame in loving his father. It was just tragic that it was Apollo and not some rich business man. If Ashton was truthful he would say that his mother was lying. He had after all left the both of them without a second glance, but Ash was happy for the most part. That was until he kept seeing things. Being the son of the God of prophecy wasn’t easy – especially when you got that power instead of his calmer ones. They were always blurry – filled with vague shapes and symbols.
But they always came true. That was the one constant in them and so Ash elected to ignore them. After all what is the point of seeing the future if you cant change it? And for the most part he didn’t want to – until he was eighteen and had a vision of his mother falling down the steps. Panicking Ash called out to his mother who was upstairs. As she rushed Ash realized a moment to late that it was what happened in his vision. June Richards died that day in a freak accident that her son had seen.
After that Ash tried to keep his visions to himself – tried to suppress the ‘gift’ he had received. That was until recently when the visions kept coming at a rapid pace. Instead of having them once or twice a month they were happening almost every day. He could no longer keep the visions to himself and instead opted to go to the Cure. After all if anything could help him it is being around other demigods. He signed up to be part of the city guard, but after finding out about his abilities they assigned him to be a seer for another officer. This however isn’t what Ash wants for the rest of his life, instead he’s hoping to learn how to suppress the seeing ability. After all If he can learn to suppress it maybe he can have a normal life.
Personality
Ash, much like his godly parent, is charming and boyish but also has a tendency to be abrasive and rude. Ash has also been known to take a joke to far and to be deemed shallow. Although this isn’t true Ash does have a hard time forming close relationships as he is frightened to see the same thing that happened to his mother happen again. That being said Ash has many contacts he’s friendly too and when he wants to be is the life of the party.
Hel - Counil Member/Owner of Tattooine - Heterosexual
Purpose
When Liam heard about Cure, he saw it as a ground level opportunity to be on top in a world of people like him, people worth being in charge of. Researching what demigods liked, he noticed that many demigods seemed to get tattoos like their lives depended on them. Seeing the need, he arrived at Cure, opened Tattooine, and appealed to the gods to be appointed as a council member.
History
Swathed in spotless white linen and left on his father’s doorstep, Liam was taken in, though he never understood why. His father was career focused and had no desire for a family, but for some reason he felt compelled to accept responsibility for his son rather than put him up for adoption. However, he did hand Liam off to a nanny almost immediately. His father picked him up, named him, and from that moment on he was someone else’s problem.
Aside from an absentee father, Liam had a privileged life. Given whatever he wanted when he wanted it, as a child Liam yearned for nothing. Intelligent and creative, but regardless a spoiled brat, Liam both loved and hated the private school he was sent to. He excelled past everyone else, but failed to get along with the other students. With a lack of comradery at school and a lack of attention at home, Liam wanted to be noticed. At the age of seven he was, just by the wrong people.
First they were just voices whispering desires in his ear as he fell asleep, but as he ignored them they grew louder and persisted. Soon Liam couldn’t go anywhere without hearing them, telling him that they needed his help. He tried to explain it to his nanny, but it was dismissed as childhood fantasies, imaginary friends. Liam resorted to the only solution he knew, causing trouble.
Liam had learned early on that if he threw a big enough fit, he would get a visit from his father. Those visits weren’t pleasant, but if his father was there Liam knew that he would get whatever he wanted. His father didn’t control the voices in his head, but his father was the most powerful person Liam knew; if he couldn’t get them to stop, no one could.
Attempting his usual tantrums first, Liam decided they weren’t working fast enough, so he began to listen to the voices in his head. Whether it was stealing a personal possession to place on their grave or murdering the neighbour's dog that always annoyed them, he would do it. As Liam completed the requests, he found that the voices began to die down. By the time his father arrived Liam didn’t even want his help anymore, but it was too late. His father had returned to let Liam know that he was going to be shipped off to boarding school next semester half way around the world.
For the next ten years Liam was sent on a plane by himself every September and returned alone every June. The school was boring, but it was peaceful. There were only a few voices there, and within a year Liam had learned to silence them completely. Though he didn’t further his demigod powers while at school, Liam learned valuable social lessons, including the power of allies and how to get what he wanted without throwing tantrums.
Upon his graduation he was given two offers. The first was an offer to an ivy league college, and the second was internship of sorts. His mother, Hel, offered to train him. After being convinced of the truth, Liam accepted both.
From his family history to how to control his powers, Hel explained everything. She taught him not only how to control the ability he already had, but expanded his repertoire and honed his skills. Liam kept his relationship with his mother a secret, however, that wasn’t very difficult. His father inquired about his life from time to time, only ever offering a bland “How are you?”, sometimes just through text, and never investigating further.
Liam graduated with a healthy bank account and wealth of connections. Though he didn’t like his father, he liked what he did. Interim management allowed control, something Liam had come to love as he’d learned to take it over the years. Whether it was over himself or over others, it made him feel independent and strong. If he could control others, it made him feel as though no one could control him.
Liam’s career peaked, his father fell. Lung cancer diagnosed too late, his father’s life expectancy was six months. Part of Liam wanted to ignore the news and continue on, but something inside of him made him visit. In the end, Liam was glad he did. When he saw his father, he was reminded of all the reasons he hated him as a child, and saw an opportunity for revenge. Rather than speeding up his father’s death, Liam prolonged it. He wanted to extend his father’s pain and helplessness as long as possible. Rather than lasting six months, Liam’s father lasted a miraculous year and a half before dying of an unexpected heart attack.
Personality
Though it took Liam years to learn, if he knows one thing, it’s people. Whether he wants to manipulate them or befriend them, he can usually do it. The problem is if he doesn’t want to. If something doesn’t hold his interest, Liam becomes indifferent towards it very quickly. His interest is often a difficult thing to capture, the only two constant focuses of his being control and expanding his powers. He is capable of caring about others the way he cares about his abilities, however, there has yet to be a person that interests him enough. Usually the relationships he has are either casual or strategic. When allied, Liam is a natural leader, never hesitating to say what needs to be said.
Hades - Officer of the City Guard - Bisexual
Purpose
Eve came to Cure for her mother. She had become a girl she knew her mother would be ashamed of, and Eve saw Cure as an opportunity to start fresh. Eve wants to make up for what she’s done, but she’s not even sure that’s possible.
History
Brook Sappho was a thoughtful, kind women. Working at a hospital as a labour and delivery nurse, she saw tons of children delivered and passed into the arms of loving mothers, she just never saw herself as one of those mothers. Whether she liked it or not, on October 13th, 1989, Brook found herself in the delivery room holding a baby girl of her own.
Raising Eve proved to be more of a challenge than anticipated. Brook was well educated on how to care for children, however, she lacked the skills to care for a demigod. She wasn’t sure how, but whatever toys Eve played with broke. The plastic blocks and rings were fine, but the dolls would have heads missing and the animals would end up in piece. Brook decided to watch Eve play one day to see if her daughter was purposefully being a pain in the ass. Instead of finding a raging toddler, she discovered a normal child who just happened to break everything she touched. Maybe it was the way she held the dolls - Brook didn’t know. But whatever it was, it wasn’t intentional.
As Eve grew up, not a day went by where she wasn’t told to be more gentle or calm. To simply go slower and not be as aggressive, but Eve wasn’t quite sure how to be less aggressive when she wasn’t angry. Wanting to help others like her mother, but knowing that with her luck that nursing would turn out horribly, Eve decided to become a police officer. She was twenty two when she had finished her degree in criminology and started her first week at police academy. It was that same week that her mother by an unknown suspect in her home.
When Even found out, she became obsessed. Her friends kept her focused on school until their training was over, but after that Eve went off the grid. Working alone, she tracked down the man, popped a knife in his neck, and watched him bleed out in the valley of a country road ditch. That’s when the tattoo appeared. Eve didn’t even noticed it until two weeks later, and shortly after that they found her.
Personal security for someone important, they were all demigods and quickly informed her that a spot had just opened up for someone of her talents, for a daughter of Hades. Confused, alone, and still frightened by what she had done, Eve joined them. Eve hated the job. She hated her powers, and she hated what she had done. However, it paid well and gave her life structure, two things she believed she need in order not to become obsessed again. So she used them, not one or twice, but too many times for her to remember. While the others each had their unique talents, Eve took care of those that needed to be taken care of.
Once she heard about Cure, it took her a while to leave. The position she was in wasn’t one easily gotten out of. When she left, she took nothing but the clothes on her back and a weapon or two - no cellphone, no identification, no attachments.
Personality
Undisturbed, Eve is fairly passive. When she makes daily decisions she does so strategically, and when she’s alone she rarely makes a noise. Around other people she’ll put on a lovely demeanour that’s friendly on the surface. The demeanour usually lasts a few minutes - longer if she’s working - before the sarcastic, stubborn, aggressive girl emerges.
When she becomes focused on something, nothing will stand in her way. The longer her focus is held, the more obsessive she becomes. Her thoughts become more intrusive, and her decisions increasingly reckless. Unknowingly, she slips into a “do whatever it takes” mentality. Over the years Eve has become better at catching herself early on, however, she’s still not perfect. When she does realize what’s happening, she’ll actively fight her behaviours.
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Ashton Richards - Addie
Evelyn Callaghan - Kate
Jacen Scott - Aly
Hi there, could I please reserve Scarlett Johansson?
Scarlett Johannson is now reserved!
-Admin Steff