Huitzilopochtli

Nike

Hewitt soupira au rythme de la salle de guerre. Les radios craquaient alors que son équipe se parlait, et le mur des télévisions montrait la vue de chacun des hommes (et des femmes) au fur et à mesure qu'ils allaient à leur tâche. Hewitt regarda Richard terminer le câblage de la porte. Hewitt s'est penché vers l'avant et a appuyé sur son propre microphone. "Rich est là, Carlos, c'est ton tour." Hewitt se tourna vers les écrans, les bras croisés et une balle tendue jouant à travers sa bouche et ses joues. Ses muscles se déchiraient de nervosité, et il n'arrêtait pas de regarder les autres écrans pour s'assurer que tout allait être planifié.
L'équipe tentait d'entrer par effraction dans l'ambassade d'Allemagne en Biélorussie, et d'enlever l'agent de fausse Allemagne à l'intérieur, qui était venu là-bas dans des demandes d'asile, mais était vraiment là pour voler des secrets allemands. Les Allemands ne pouvaient pas faire cette opération eux-mêmes, car c'était manifestement illégal, alors ils avaient engagé l'équipe de Hewitt pour la faire à la place. C'était vraiment tout à fait mesquin, mais l'argent était bon, donc Hewitt n'avait aucune dispute.
Carlos est entré en vue, portant un magnifique costume bleu foncé pour porter une mallette qui pourrait contenir des papiers importants, mais Hewitt savait qu'il contenait un objet plutôt dangereux. Il s'approcha de la porte et parla rapidement en allemand. La porte s'ouvrit et Carlos entra à l'intérieur, balayant le faux badge que l'équipe avait fait. Hewitt est passé à l'écran de Horsch, tandis que l'Autrichien préparait la voiture, qui attendait juste au-delà de l'entrée arrière. Hewitt a encore appuyé sur le microphone. "Carlos est là, Horsch, soyez prêt à y aller, Megan, vous êtes debout."
Megan a commencé son travail, en tombant dans la salle de sécurité du conduit. Elle a frappé l'homme assis au bureau, et a commencé à désactiver les caméras. Hewitt a fait un demi-sourire. Autant qu'il aimait la violence, blesser les officiels allemands ne ferait qu'ennuyer ses employeurs, et ce ne serait pas bon pour les affaires. Alors que Megan travaillait, Carlos s'approcha du bureau principal. Il a posé une autre question en allemand, et la femme l'a dirigé vers un couloir. Hewitt a dit : « Très bien, voilà où les choses deviennent délicates, Carlos est sur le point d'atteindre la cible. Richard, ouvre ces portes."
Carlos a balayé dans une pièce, une sorte de cellule de retenue. L'homme assis à table avait l'air surpris. Carlos s'est rendu à la table, posant son cas, parlant en allemand pour calmer l'homme. Il a ouvert l'étui et sorti la mitrailleuse effondrée, la repliant dans sa taille. Il aboia un ordre, et l'autre homme se leva. Carlos a parlé, en anglais, "La cible est mobile, venant vers toi Rich." La paire d'hommes a commencé à bouger.
Et ça a frappé Hewitt. Le pouvoir froid et vicieux l'a lavé, et la puanteur de la mort a rempli la pièce. Il a juré en colère. "Pas maintenant!" Il s'est arrêté, regardant les écrans comme son esprit filait. Ce genre de pouvoir vient seulement d'un dieu majeur, et cette odeur ne pouvait que signifier qu'ils étaient morts. L'interphone a craqué, mais la porte de la pièce s'est ouverte. Hewitt a filé pour voir, mais il s'est ouvert sur une pièce qui ne correspondait pas au couloir à l'extérieur. Hewitt rugissait dans la colère. Il a frappé l'interphone "Finissez la mission, je vous contacterai une fois que vous aurez fini." Il a grondé, vicieusement.
Il a frappé dans les couloirs d'Asgard, ne prêtant aucune attention à l'opulence et à la splendeur de la pièce. Il s'assit grincheusement dans la première chaise à laquelle il vint, voyant à Tyr et la forme voilée assise à côté de lui. Quand la couverture s'est éteinte, Huitzilopochtil l'a regardé stoniquement, sans être perturbée. Ils perdaient son temps. Il ne voulait pas faire partie de leurs problèmes, il avait les siens à traiter. Mais il y avait quelque chose dans les yeux morts d'Odin qui l'offensait, il ne pouvait pas placer ce que c'était.

Nicole a limité les marches des gradins, glissant dans la troisième rangée, prenant un siège à côté d'un grand homme brun poilu. Elle a posé son sac entre ses jambes. Elle a levé les yeux et a souri à l'homme. "Hé Paul!" Elle a téléporté. La fille de Nicole, Alexa, faisait partie de l'équipe de hockey de terrain de l'école secondaire, et la fille de Paul Alice était de bonnes amies avec Alexa. Paul a souri à Nicole.
"Salut Nicole. Vous savez quoi que ce soit sur l'autre équipe cette semaine?" Les gens lui demandaient souvent si elle savait quelque chose sur les adversaires de l'équipe, à la fois parce qu'elle finissait souvent par entraîner certains enfants, et parce qu'Alexa lui racontait presque tout. Mais cette fois, elle n'avait pas beaucoup entendu. Elle l'a dit à l'homme, fronçant légèrement.
Un sifflet souffla sur le terrain, et la petite foule se retourna pour regarder. Un garçon a glissé dans le siège à côté de Nicole. "Hey Mlle Harrow, Alexa joue-t-elle aujourd'hui?" Le garçon était plus grand que Nicole, et avait un choc de cheveux noirs courts, et une forme tonique.
Elle lui sourit. "Hey Tom, oui, elle joue, je pense qu'ils vont commencer." Tom était l'un des plus anciens amis d'Alexa, et il était très clair pour Nicole qu'il était intéressé par elle comme plus qu'une simple amie. Un fait auquel Alexa était complètement inconsciente, quelque chose qui a fait rire Nicole plus souvent que pas.
Les filles ont commencé à jouer, l'équipe d'Alexa a pris la tête très tôt, mais une pénalité a attaché le match en arrière. Beaucoup de parents n'aimaient pas s'asseoir trop près d'elle, parce qu'elle criait et applaudissait beaucoup plus fort que ce qui était vraiment approprié, parfois. Paul et Tom ne semblaient pas trop s'inquiéter. Les équipes sont restées à peu près égales, puis le réf a fait sauter le sifflet pour un chronométrage. Les filles trottaient sur leurs côtés du terrain. "Ils se débrouillent bien." Tom a dit, en regardant les filles.
Nicole hoche la tête, "Ils le sont. Espérons qu'ils puissent maintenir le rythme », a-t-elle dit, en regardant l'autre équipe, en essayant de juger de leur épuisement. Soudain, il s'est refroidi violemment, et une poussée de pouvoir et la puanteur de la mort l'ont renversée. Nicole se tint debout, murmurant un "excuse-moi" aux gens autour d'elle alors qu'elle s'enfuit vers la salle de bains. Elle n'avait pas senti ça depuis des siècles, littéralement. Tant de pouvoir, ça n'aurait pu être que quelques dieux. Elle savait que ce n'était pas Zeus, il n'avait pas sa signature. Ce n'était pas Ra ou Osiris, pas assez chaud. Aucun des dieux asiatiques n'était assez froid pour que Nicole ait des soupçons.
Elle est tombée dans les toilettes. Pourquoi s'en souciait-elle? Outre le fait que le sentiment l'avait rendu malade, elle n'avait aucune valeur pour la plupart des Dieux. Une des portes de la stalle s'est ouverte, mais il n'y avait pas de toilettes derrière. Une grande salle s'est étendue devant elle. Elle a glissé. Ce n'était pas le moment. Le jeu serait bientôt terminé, et elle n'avait aucun intérêt à voir les êtres qu'elle avait évités depuis si longtemps. Mais elle a reconnu la porte pour ce que c'était. Ce n'était pas un choix, mais un ordre. Elle regarda encore une fois à la porte de la salle de bains, puis traversa le grand bâtiment.
Alors qu'elle trébuchait dans la foule, elle entendit le mot "Asgard", qui devait être l'endroit où elle se trouvait. Elle a trouvé une chaise dans le dos, et l'a tiré un peu loin des autres. Un géant en colère d'un homme s'assit dans l'assise la plus proche, grondant à l'avant. Nike a reconnu très peu de personnes dans la pièce, bien qu'elle ait repéré Hermes à une distance. Quand l'homme à une main a révélé l'Odin maintenant décédé, Nike a laissé sortir la plus petite gaspille. Alors Athéna demanda qu'ils restent, et sa surprise se transforma rapidement en colère. Quand Athéna a coupé toute protestation, elle s'est montrée indignée. "Certains d'entre nous ont quelque part à être, merci, maintenant si ça ne vous dérange pas, je ne me soucie pas vraiment de ce pauvre vieil homme, donc j'aimerais rentrer chez moi."
Huitzilopochtli
Lord of War, Master of the Sun, God of Sacrifice, Patron God of Tenochtitlan (now destroyed), and, more recently, Avenger of the People
Basic Profile
|Name|
Huitzilopochtli (Hwit-zee-po-klee)
|Alias(es)|
In order of most used: Hewitt Danford, Hugh Trommons, Hernando Alvadorez
|Gender|
Male
|Sexuality|
Heterosexual 
|Relationship Status|
Currently In Relationship w/ Persephone (BreakingMe)
|Pantheon/Faith|
Aztec
|Occupation|
Operates a small international mercenary force, though he rarely participates in their "Activities" he mostly just organizes and plans for the semi-military unit, exploiting his vast strategic and tactical knowledge. Often, he uses this unit to his own whims, destroying things he deems oppressive and corrupt. In his long existence after the fall of the Aztecs, he has made a point of visiting as many great battles he could reach, though recently there's been a lull.

|Godly Appearance|

Associated equipment is the generic Aztec battle armor, generally of leather. It is not enchanted in any way as described by the legends, but Huit has poured a bit of his essence into it, making it indestructible. the Aztec Obsidian blade, the Macuahuitl, is a symbol of all the Aztecs, but Huit the most. His own blade can burn with the heat of the sun (not really, but really hot).
|Earthly Appearance|
As Hewitt or Hugh, he generally appears as a 6' 1", incredibly well-built fortress of a man. Muscles ripple over his entire body, the muscles of somebody trained in hand to hand combat. He has dull, brown eyes, almost red in their tint. A short, but not buzz-cut mop of dark brown hair covers his head. A mouth that rests as a hard line of determination can break out into a wide, toothy smile or, more often, a vicious, menacing snarl. His body is covered in scars, mainly on his chest and back, though a long one traces along his right arm.
Who Am I?
|Personality|
Huit (i'll use that for short) was originally a vicious, determined, and vengeful lord. He demanded sacrifice and honor from his people, in order to keep their world alive. His greatest focus was always being the best and strongest, and he fueled anger and hatred into this purpose. He had few friends among the Aztec pantheon, and as time has progressed, he has gotten most of them killed, either by accident, on purpose, or by his own hand. But, now that he has walked among mankind for over 500 years, he has learned to treat the humans with more respect. He has built a hatred of gods and people who behave like he used to, dominating an innocent population and forcing them to do as their leader pleases. He despises oppression, and yearns for the might to destroy it again. He has long desired for his powers to return in order to seek vengance on those who have wronged the world. He has a great interest in military history, and has enjoyed visiting great battles of history, though he often puts himself in harms way to accomplish something, either a better vantage point, or to help one side or the other. This has manifested into a full, violently reckless streak.
When interacting with others, especially gods, he treats them depending on the history he knows of them. If he remembers them as domineering, rude, heartless, or otherwise negatively traited (with the exception of violent, he loves violent), he treats them badly, and takes little pleasure in interacting with them. If they were good, or at least honorable people, he behaves much more like the royalty he technically is, and gives them much more leeway and kindness. Huit isn't exactly the best at making friends given his arrogance, but those he makes are drawn to him via his vibrant and exciting personality.
|Family|
-Mother, Coatlicue, location unknown
-400 Brothers, the Centzonuitznaua, scattered as the stars (AKA. Dead, dead, and extra dead, with pickles on the side)
-Sister, Coyolxauhqui, the Moon, He thinks she's in Southeast Asia somewhere.
Huit fought and defeated his sisters and brothers to defend his mother, and in the times of old he was said to be chasing his sister, the moon, as the sun across the sky.
-Pet Dog/Serpent, Toxcatl (also the name of the festival day for Huit), a gift from his friend, Quetzalcoatl (the feathered serpent, a fellow Aztec god.). Toxcatl is part Guatemalan Bull Terrier (Reference), part Boa Constrictor Imperator (Reference)(He has a snake's tail, but that's it., Huit uses his limited power over light to hide the tail from mortals.) 
|Strengths|
Combat of all types
Determined
Focused
"Heroic"
Honorable
Strong 
|Weaknesses|
Reckless
Arrogant
Violent
Vengeful
Brutal 
|Likes|
His Dog/Serpent, Toxcatl
Fighting/war
Military History
Honor and Sacrifice
Muscle Cars
French Fries 
|Dislikes
The Weak and Foolish
Oppressors
The Overly Cautious
The Spanish
Vegetables
Crabs 
|History|
Originally the god of war, sacrifice, and the ever-mighty sun, Huit was...not happy, when the gods agreed to surrender their powers. He sent the Aztecs to destroy their neighbors in a fit of rage. He then served as a shadowy puppet master of the Aztecs until the Spanish came, a group which he came to despise for destroying his people. Since, he journeyed throughout the world, finding new things and manipulating conflict. Huit was responsible for the failure of the Spanish Armada, the first freeing of Napoleon, and he had a small hand in igniting the Communist revolution (Which he came to regret, as he saw the Oppression it incurred). Recently, he has settled down some, and only interferes when he is exceptionally bored. He has also developed a relationship with Persephone, with the pair now living together.
|Opinion on Mortals|
Huit feels compelled to defend the innocent humankind from the Oppression of Gods or Men who believe they are Gods. And yet, he believes himself a greater being, despite their similarities. He feels humans are more like children or puppies to his full-grown adult, and he treats them as such, though he tries not to do it to their face.
|Theme Song|
R U Mine? – Arctic Monkeys
”I go crazy 'cause here isn't where I wanna be
And satisfaction feels like a distant memory
And I can't help myself,
All I wanna hear her say is "Are you mine?"”
|Favorite Myth|
Promethus and the gift of Fire
Mortal vs. Immortal
|Mortal Skills/Abilities|
Has learned a vast majority of combat skills, given his war-relation. Always has a perfect tan. Is notoriously difficult to burn.Has learned to play electric guitar, though he admits he isn't excellent. Master strategist/tactician, and can memorize nearly any map. Incredibly athletic, does ridiculous workouts whenever he can. Speed Reader. Excellent Chef.
|Immortal Skills/Abilities|
As Lord of the Sun, Huit's will travels along it's rays. At his height, he could travel anywhere in the world the sun currently shined, at the speed of light, which for all intents and purposes was instantly, though for now, he can only jump a few meters.
Likewise, as God of War, Huit is incredibly talented in combat, the more his power waxes, the more impossible to hit - and the harder he will hit back - he will become.
Unfortunatley, as the God of Sacrifice, Huit's strength and energy are increased when a person is sacrified, or makes a great sacrifice near him (similar to a regular person eating a good healthy meal, this boost will increase as his power does.) The range of the sacrificial strengthening will increase as his power does.


Huitzilopochtli

"You know, I could kill you six different ways, right now. Watch your words."
Janus - James Alfero
"A bit of a pushover, but I can't say I hate the man, I suppose I tolerate him."
Hewitt is undecided on James, the irony of which is not lost on him. He can understand the man, and the god behind the man, but he doesn't understand how to interact with him. He can never decide whether to be agressive, or friendly, or just bored. He thinks James is a bit afraid of him, but most people are. Hewitt just wishes James would be a little more...interesting.
Hades - Hadrian Pyle
"I used to like Hadrian...too bad he's basically my romantic rival now."
Benzaiten - Amane Mikami
"I know it's odd, but I see a bit of the warrior's pride in her."
Aphrodite - Ellen Dove
"If she wasn't so hot, I probably would've killed her by now. Don't tell Seph the first part..."
Anubis - Andrew Jackley
"I'll make a warrior out of the man yet, that fidgeting must be good for something."
Jörmungandr - Jordan Natter
"Gotta respect the giant green death snake, he reminds me of Quetzalcoatl, but more prissy."
Maximón - Sebastian Morales
"Don't associate us. We are nothing alike."
The Morrigan - Regan Macguire
"I respect her, but it seems that she needs to let some things go. I've got a trick for that y'know."
Persephone - Kora Amaryllis Black
"You'd think I wouldn't fit with the peace-loving beauty queen, but I guess she likes me. She keeps me under control too."
Bastet - Sable Almasi
"A good woman, and she's in it for the people, so I can't object."
Nemesis - June Fallon
"If she didn't hate the people, I'd probably have joined her little vigilante thing, haha."
Nike - Nicole Harrow
"She's athletic, I'll give her that, but giving up on your kin (the gods) just doesn't fly with me."



Nike
Goddess of Victory
Basic Profile
|Name|
Nike
|Alias(es)|
Nike (Greek), Victoria(Roman), Nicole Harrow(Mortal)
|Gender|
Female
|Sexuality|
Heterosexual
|Relationship Status|
Single
|Pantheon/Faith|
She prefers Greek, but is technically also Roman.
|Occupation|
Nicole is an athletic trainer, and in her last "life" was an Olympic coach. She mainly just trains regular people now, either in running, weight lifting, yoga, or swimming. She owns the small buisness, Win Big!

|Godly Appearance|
Reference Nike's Wing's and Sword both traditionally represent victory. Those wielding the sword are supposedly impossible to defeat at anything, whether it actually involves the sword or not, though this effect does not guarantee anything with non-mortals.
|Earthly Appearance|
Nicole is attractive, not nearly as beautiful as Aphrodite or Persephone, but still very pretty. Nicole's long dark hair almost always hangs down, framing her face, and she only puts it up in an elaborate manner for fancy events. She has striking blue eyes, which often catch the light, and some people say they see flashes of gold when looking into them. Nicole stands a taller 5' 7", and her form is long, lithe, and well muscled. Nicole's mouth is full and pleasant, and a row of brilliant white teeth are often the subject of comment. 
 Am I?
|Personality|
Nicole is driven, vibrant, and endearing. She will absolutely refuse to give up, at anything and everything. At the same time, she's happy, friendly, and bouncy (excited?). She loves helping other people almost as much as she loves helping herself. Nicole tries as hard as she can to engage others, rather than talk about herself, in order to get people to open up to her. She desperately wants friends and for people to like her, and she sometimes comes on too strong in her efforts. Nicole loves her daughter Alexa more than anything in the world, and would do anything for the girl.
Nicole is also rather apologetic, convinced that every time something goes wrong, it must have been her fault for not doing something correctly. Her stubbornness is often and issue, even the most simple things become a challenge if she doesn't get them right the first time. Everything must be perfect, and she must succeed. It often drives others to give up on helping her, which both infuriates her and pushes her to try harder. Often, she'll even try to press others to succeed, even if they don't think they will. It is both a blessing and a curse.

|Family|
-Sisters Krata, Bia, and Zelus
-Adopted daughter Alexa, 15
|Strengths|
Driven
Friendly
Athletic
Supportive
Loyal 
|Weaknesses|
Stubborn
Lonely (Despite her many friends)
Apologetic
Self-defeating
Vengeful 
|Likes|
Winning (duh)
Her Daughter
Dogs
Working Out
Traveling
Cake
Movies (Action or cheesy rom-com)
Oranges (and associated products) 
|Dislikes
Failure
Laziness
Pessimists
Steroids
Cheating
Artichokes
Snobs
Spiders 
|History|
Born from a Titan and a Goddess, Nike as a goddess was mighty, fearless, and strong. She championed the cause of the Olympian gods, and enamored their soldiers with strength, and rewarded them for their victories. Anywhere she went on the battlefield, success and glory followed. And then the Romans came. They diminished her, she was still valued, but she wasn't as important. But what she hated was that the Romans had no qualms about fighting dirty, and their concept of honor was not for each man, but for the soldier. She did her job, but she had lost the sense of greatness associated with it.
When the time came to surrender their powers, Nike gave in, one of the few times she did so without much of a struggle. She didn't love her job anymore. Once the gods had turned in their hats, she left. Disappeared into the world, hiding from the other gods. She didn't champion battles, none of the victories of the great powers were part of her assistance. She had no interest in the military. Instead, she explored the earth, looking for amazing things, victories of nature. And then, she studied biology, interested in how nature had accomplished these feats. Every time she "died" she would go back and learn it all again. It started with plants and animals, and then once Darwin was through, just animals. And then mortal anatomy. Which led her to healthcare, to see victories against disease. And all the way, she learned more about the mortals she had so long championed from afar.
Following the horrors of the second world war, Nicole finally settled down. She tried teaching, but found that without a professorship, she didn't enjoy it enough. She began to train people, and eventually it came to Olympians. She lived in Colorado training Americans, and in London training Englishmen. Then, she decided she would achieve a victory of her own, raising a child. So she adopted a girl, technically Russian. She moved to San Francisco, and began to raise the sweet little child. Nicole loved every second of it. Sending Alexa to the first day of school was one of the hardest things she ever did. She feels that Alexa is her greatest victory.
|Opinion on Mortals|
Nicole is enamored with Mortals. She finds them incredible, capable of so many great things. She loves them much more than she loves any of the gods, who she sees as greedy, arrogant, and dangerous.
|Theme Song|
Hey There Delilah – The Plain White T's
”Delilah, I can promise you
That by the time that we get through
The world will never ever be the same
And you're to blame”
|Favorite Myth|
Odysseus' final victory against his wife's suitors
 vs. Immortal
|Mortal Skills/Abilities|
Nicole is a master biologist, given all her time studying. She's also incredibly athletic from her more recent jobs, and she's probably capable of running a marathon or an iron man, though it's not really her thing. Nicole knows everything there is to know about travel at this point, given she only settled down 14 years ago, and spent the majority of the last 1500 years traveling the earth. Nicole also plays the flute, though she hasn't picked it up in ages.
|Immortal Skills/Abilities|
Currently, Nicole can only inspire people to victory, giving them a sense that they will be able to win. As her powers return, she will be able to increase the odds or even ensure victory in mortals, and at least give immortals a boost to their chances. She cannot guaratnee the impossible though, the more likely the person was to originally be able to accomplish something, the easier it is for her to boost their chances.
Currently, Nicole has no wings, the only thing she misses from being a goddess. As her powers grow, so will her wings, though she'll be able to hide them. She will not be able to achieve full, wild, flight until she is at almost full strength, though she may be able to hover and glide sooner.


Nike

"C'mon! Let's go do something!"
Remember, Nike ran off and hasn't spoken with many of the gods in a long time, so she doesn't know all of them very well.
Janus - James Alfero
"What a nice guy! I wish he'd visit more often, he seems to know whats up."
Hades - Hadrian Pyle
"If he weren't such a mopey bum, he'd be a great guy. And get over Persephone, jeez!"
Benzaiten - Amane Mikami
"Again, don't know much, sorry! But apparently she's pretty smart"
Huitzilopochtli - Hewitt Danford
"I'd be afraid if I wasn't so impressed with his athletic dedication."
Aphrodite - Ellen Dove
"I think there's a Grinch (live action, thank you) quote here..."hate, hate, hate, double hate...""
Anubis - Andrew Jackley
"I wish he'd stick around longer, he's such a great guy, and he's pretty talented."
Jörmungandr - Jordan Natter
"The giant snake? He must have had fun with the whole "human with legs" thing..."
Maximón - Sebastian Morales
"What a jerk. Not only does he take advantage of the humans, but the gods too? Talk about typecast."
The Morrigan - Regan Macguire
"She's in the military, right? Is she the one Hades talks about sometimes?"
Persephone - Kora Amaryllis Black
"She confuses me. Sometimes she's sweet, other times she's...I don't know, darker?"
Bastet - Sable Almasi
"If I liked cats, I'd never leave her house. She's so wonderful and friendly and amazing."
Nemesis - June Fallon
"Nemesis and I used to be buddies, but then she started this "humans are worthless" thing and I just can't handle that."