Lieu: Maison Hadrian, Angleterre; puis à Asgard.
Interagir avec: Janus

Un jour dans la vie de la maison Pryde, a mal tourné de la pire façon possible:
Alors. Quelles sont les causes des tremblements de terre? » Hadrian demanda à Astra, qui avait un manuel ouvert devant elle. Ils étaient dans l'étude, elle derrière le bureau écoutant intensément pendant que le Dieu de la Mort a re-abrité les livres poussiéreux et les tomes qu'il avait recueillis au fil des ans, juste pour le plaisir de cela. Il a jeté un crâne gravé ornementalement entre ses mains, presque jonglant, avant de le placer au sommet des jarres canopiques. Savez-vous comment ils se produisent?
Astra hemmed et hawed, contemplant la réponse, avant de répondre, Um. Quand Poséidon se met en colère?
Hadrian l'a souri mais l'a heureusement caché parce que son dos a été tourné. Il savait qu'inventer ces histoires sur son Panthéon (bien que bien sûr rendu PG-13 avec quelques modifications prudentes) finirait par être intéressant à l'avenir. C'est la première fois qu'il s'agit d'un problème. On fait de la Géographie, il a dit apologétiquement. Mais bien sûr, vous avez cent pour cent de raison.
Dieu merci, on aurait dit qu'il n'était pas sincère.
Astra a commencé à retourner dans le manuel, en essayant d'être furtive à ce sujet, alors Hadrian a clappé ses mains et lui a dit, "Plates! Des plaques sur la terre. Des plaques tectoniques, si vous voulez. Utilisez le glossaire et regardez. » Hadrian a siroté son gobelet de whisky alors que sa fille s'est bouclée et (correctement) s'est retournée à l'arrière du livre. Vraiment, si quelqu'un lui avait dit il y a deux millénaires qu'il scolarisait sa fille à la maison – ou qu'il aurait même une fille – il les aurait appelés pour mentir, probablement.
Dois-je répondre aux questions?
Quelque chose a piqué à l'arrière du cou d'Hadrian, mais il l'a écrit comme un esprit qui s'approche des limites de sa perception. - Oui, fais les questions. Ecrivez en phrases complètes, rappelez-vous, et –, Il a échoué comme le sens de la malveillance ne l'a pas laissé après qu'un frémisseur lui a arraché la colonne vertébrale. – et utiliser l'encre. Vous devez pratiquer votre écriture.
"Okidoki," Astra a dit joyeusement, mais Hadrian l'a à peine entendue. Il s'est retourné aux étagères mais n'a pas continué à nettoyer. Au lieu de cela, il a mis sa main sur l'un des niveaux vides pour se tenir debout, étant donné que c'était la surface plane la plus proche.
Quoi. Était. Ça?
Il y a eu une grande absence dans le monde, tout d'un coup. Il n'était pas tout à fait sûr de ce qui l'avait causé, mais il pouvait faire une mort instruite. C'était comme ça quand l'un de ses autres dieux est mort – pas comme si on pouvait les recoudre ensemble ou les régénérer automatiquement. Ce n'était pas une décapitation, un empoisonnement, ou toute autre méthode mortelle qui ne leur ferait rien. C'était l'éradication sanglante d'une âme massive.
Ce n'était pas Zeus. Hadès saurait si c'était quelqu'un de son propre Panthéon: ils iraient directement au monde souterrain, si leur esprit continuait d'exister. En ce qui le concerne, il y avait un autre dieu ou déesse égal à son soi-disant frère, et c'était le dieu nordique, Odin.
Quelque chose ne va pas. Ses yeux se sont battus une fois, deux fois, avant qu'ils ne reviennent à un état passif et le monde s'est réaffirmé, si dans un peu de brume. Hadrian prit son verre et le descendit. Pour qu'une divinité aussi puissante soit morte... il a dû être tué par quelque chose qui n'était pas juste la nature.
"Papa"? Papa? Quand il me demande de faire correspondre les significations, puis-je l'écrire sur le livre?
"Spacé là-bas pendant une minute, désolé luv. Nah," Hadrian a frotté la tension de l'arrière de son cou. C'est une phrase complète. Il s'est retourné pour sourire dans la direction de sa fille, mais il a gelé en place sur son visage. Hadrian a crédité des années de tromperie à être en mesure de maintenir l'expression même après qu'il soit devenu faible, presque aqueux, bien que ses sourcils sillonnaient.
Il regarda Astra, âgée de huit ans, et vit des chiffres rouges au-dessus de sa tête. Ils étaient fluides, faibles, comme il n'avait pas encore été déterminé quand elle allait mourir encore (bien qu'il semblait certainement inévitable à ce stade). Hadrian s'est emparé les mains dans les poches. Le sceau de ses pouvoirs avait été un peu relâché, juste à temps pour être complètement dévastateur. Ils n'auraient pas pu venir il y a trente ans? Non, ne pourraient-ils pas apparaître dans un siècle à partir de maintenant? La seule fois qu'il avait jamais aimé être, eh bien, humain, et ils ont dû aller et voler cela loin de lui, aussi.
Quand tu auras fini, tu pourras aller jouer. Demandez à Mik de vous faire déjeuner, il lui a dit. Je pense que j'ai besoin d'être quelque part aujourd'hui.
Au fur et à mesure que Hadrian avance, la porte de la salle de bains de l'étage s'est ouverte et de l'escalier en métal, James est descendu. Il s'est arrêté au fond, fermant les yeux avec Astra et souriant immédiatement – le pincée, où il est évident qu'il regrettait tout ce qui venait de sortir de sa bouche. Je veux dire, euh... tu pourrais t'asseoir pour ça? - Il a essayé et a donné à Hadrian une grimace apologétique.
Hadrian s'installa dans l'un des nombreux décanteurs de verre éparpillés autour de l'étude et se versa un verre, puis Jacques. Il l'a pratiquement mis dans les mains de son ami. Astra, deuxième pensée – c'est juste la géographie; ça ne va pas t'amener nulle part dans la vie. Allez embêter votre frère, voulez-vous? Réveillez-le s'il n'est pas déjà, il est 2 heures.
Doucement, il a regardé sa fille quitter la pièce avant de frapper James au coup de poing. Odin est mort, n'est-ce pas? Sauf si c'est Thor, mais je suis assez sûr...
Oui, je nettoie toujours les cendres de ma bonne chemise, dit James. Il a jeté un coup d'oeil à son bouton blanc. Ça ne le tuerait pas, mais peut-être que White n'avait pas été une si bonne idée quand il a reçu l'appel. De toute façon, tu penses que Mikey est bon pour regarder Astra pendant un moment? Pendant un moment. Tyr, m'a chargé d'appeler tout le monde, il a fait un geste dans l'escalier avec une main libre puis a descendu la totalité de sa boisson, ils ont eu quelques suspects. Je les ai cependant convaincus de ne pas vous interroger. Heureusement que je suis un ravageur, n'est-ce pas? Ça te donne un bon alibi.
Le sourire qu'il a donné à Hadrian a à peine tenu ensemble et, sachant que cela pourrait concerner son ami, James a refusé de regarder au-delà des marches de l'escalier quand il a commencé sa montée.
Donc j'ai un appel à la maison au lieu d'une porte magique s'ouvrant devant mon visage? Je me sens spéciale, a dit Hadrian sarcastiquement bien qu'il n'y ait pas de véritable amertume derrière lui, et un sourire – ou aussi proche qu'il pouvait en faire – menaçait d'apparaître sur son visage. Il a posé son verre, maintenant vide. Mais tu n'étais pas là quand Odin est mort. Pour tout ce que tu sais, j'aurais pu être là à tuer et tout ça.
Hadrian frotta l'arrière de son cou et décida de demander à Jacques quelque chose qu'il n'avait jamais fait, jamais fait pour quelqu'un d'autre – pas même quand il escortait les âmes déchirantes des mères dans n'importe quelle vie qu'ils méritaient. Est-ce que ça va? Je veux dire, voir Odin... avoir donné un coup de pied au seau comme ça...
Quelque chose est tombé des lèvres de James, mais l'homme plus grand a sucé dans un souffle et a souri à Hadrian. Je pense que ce sera bien, ce qui se traduit vraiment en « Au moins ce n'était pas vous ou vos enfants. » Bien sûr, James ne dirait jamais vocalment cela, pas tant qu'il n'avait pas vraiment d'importance.
Et,,,,, il a arrêté son mouvement dans les escaliers pour regarder Hadrian correctement dans les yeux. Une teinte de quelque chose s'est évanouie dans la noisette, même si le visage de James ne l'a jamais donné. Ne dis pas ça. Ils sont anals à Asgard; ils prendront cela aussi au sérieux que vous le livrez, James dit, une sternité contre nature dans sa voix, bien qu'il n'ait pas l'autorité qu'il a tenté de transmettre, S'il vous plaît?
Hadrian a d'abord hoche la tête, lentement, en cassant les yeux avec une profonde respiration. Si James était prêt à mentir pour lui alors, eh bien, c'était son problème. (Non, ce n'était pas.) Quand ils ont atteint l'atterrissage, Hadrian l'a frappé sur l'épaule avant de passer par la porte. J'apprécie. Maintenant – parie que tous les enfants de Loki sont grossiers, irrespectueux petites merdes? Même ceux que j'aime.Le changement de sujet était brusque, probablement parce qu'Hadrian avait la gamme émotionnelle d'une cuillère à café.
James roula les yeux, laissant la porte fermée derrière Hadrian. S'ils me font rire, Tyr va me tuer, James a dit, laissant tomber un ronflement, mais, ça veut dire que personne ne vous harcelera plus. Gagnant-gagnant?- Lorsqu'ils passèrent les arches, Jacques continua vers l'endroit où ils commencèrent à mettre les choses en place. Il savait qu'Hadrian ne suivrait pas, mais il regarda derrière lui, peu importe.
Hadrian leva la main et agita – en quelque sorte – un sourire qui traversa son visage alors qu'il se tournait pour s'asseoir.
Il a essayé de ne pas chercher Perséphone dans la foule, et il a essayé de ne pas rire comme plusieurs dieux n'ont rien donné de la mort d'Odin. Alors qu'Hadrian pouvait comprendre que les gens n'aiment pas le gars comme il avait entendu qu'il était aussi mauvais que Zeus, c'était mauvais. Vraiment mauvais. Il n'a pas pu s'empêcher de gronder en conséquence, cependant, quand on s'attendait à ce qu'ils restent mis.
« Je comprends que c'est terrible qu'Odin soit mort et nous devrions tous nous inquiéter de notre propre sécurité », a dit Hadrian, en essayant seulement d'apaiser Tyr avec un avertissement au cas où il déciderait de le garder pour interrogatoire de toute façon. "Mais je suis d'accord avec Nike et... Hermes aussi, je suppose. J'ai des factures à payer et, je ne sais pas, des gens à tuer. S'il vous plaît, ne prenez pas trop de temps."



Lieu: Asgard
Interagir avec : Personne en particulier – mention d'Hélène et de Jordanie.

Un nombre égal de boîtes de Red Bull et de cartons de jus d'orange jonchait Lawrence LaffertyS bureau alors qu'il regardait avec une intensité unique à l'écran de l'ordinateur, regardant glisser si souvent à la fonction de chat de flux. Bien sûr, il y avait des gens qui se plaignaient de l'état de sa chambre avec son papier peint épluchant et sa lumière clignotante – qui était là depuis septembre, donc ils ont dû obtenir avec les temps – et il a fait les coins de la bouche Lokis tordre vers le haut dans un sourire pour la trente-troisième fois ce jour-là. Il n'était que 2 heures du matin.
(Et oui, il comptait.)
Jouer à Counter-Strike était probablement l'une des choses les plus ennuyeuses qu'il pouvait imaginer faire sur une base quotidienne, c'est pourquoi c'était une chose de week-end – les samedis seulement, un travail latéral. Il n'a joué qu'au terrorisme, et il a préféré poignarder les gens plutôt que de les tuer. C'était plus comme si vous étiez vieux de cette façon. Ça voulait dire qu'il s'est fait tuer.
Beaucoup.
Peut-être qu'il était encore un peu masochiste.
Sa jambe avait commencé à rebondir de haut en bas sans relâche vingt minutes avant que la réflexion dans le miroir faisant face à la porte change, scintille et se transforme alors qu'elle s'ouvrait à une vue qui n'était certainement pas sa cuisine. Il y avait un manque important de conteneurs et de pyramides soigneusement empilés à partir de boîtes de céréales. Au lieu de cela, il pouvait voir Asgard 2.0 et les gens. Loki ne considérait pas qu'elle était là, mais il était certainement lié à l'honneur de voir ce qui était si important que les dieux étaient appelés ensemble. Eh bien, la limite de l'honneur était un peu trop forte un terme; la curiosité était plus applicable.
Désolé, quelqu'un est à la porte. Je dois y aller, il a dit avec un clin d'œil et jaunty saluer dans sa webcam avant qu'il ait sorti le plug de la prise en impatience, parce qu'appuyer sur le bouton d'alimentation n'était pas assez rapide. Après un coup d'œil rapide dans le miroir pour vérifier que son apparence inébranlable était passable et courir une main à travers ses cheveux courts à la place d'un peigne pour même le sortir, il a saisi sa veste et a balayé à travers un goût désespéré de ce que c'était d'être un Dieu à nouveau.
Loki traqué comme s'il possédait l'endroit et a essayé de ne pas être évident alors qu'il cherchait ses enfants. Il vit Hel – et agita – et Jordan, et sourit. Ils allaient blâmer ses enfants, n'est-ce pas, pour qui est mort? Ou lui-même, mais Loki n'était pas dérangé par cette perspective. Être un suspect principal et prêt à prendre le blâme était amusant.
Il a regardé la forme pierreuse d'Odin et s'est presque moqué de cette horrible et horrible chance. Il n'y avait pas presque, en fait. Avec un pied sur sa chaise, tenant son genou près de lui, il étouffa un ronflement de rire dans sa manche. Alors, beaucoup plus fort. Même au premier rang, il n'a pas pu supprimer les rires qui se sont complètement effondrés.
C'était trop ironique, Odin étant le premier à mourir. C'était juste une honte que Loki n'ait pas réussi à le faire lui-même – ou voir Fendrir le faire.
King of the Underworld; God of Death, Riches, and Regret
Basic Profile
|Name|
Hades
|Alias(es)|
Pluto
Hadrian Pryde
|Gender|
Male
|Sexuality|
Bisexual – Death doesn't discriminate, so neither does he.
|Relationship Status|
Single
|Pantheon/Faith|
Greco-Roman
|Occupation|
Celebrity Medium & Occultist – At one point maybe five years ago, Hadrian had a stage show where he would go around the country (and even, on several occasions, to Vegas) and speak to audience members' dead relatives to give them peace or some such rot. He was paid very, very well for this, and still does 'house calls' on occasion. Even though he's the King of the Underworld and can see the spirits, without his powers he can't talk to them, thus it's mostly a charade.

|Godly Appearance|
Reference. He used to be taller, for one, with skin a unique shade of grey from the rot and decay he surrounded himself with in the Underworld. Hades had black eyes that were always much darker than their surroundings, even in Elysian Fields. The armor he wore was just a simple chest-plate, dark grey, covered by a cloak and very occasionally the look would be topped off with a crown of silver and bone – a look he has described in recent years to be his "goth phase". He also used to drink, a lot, hence the drinking horn that he's typically depicted with in what the humans count as mythology. He never used a scepter – more like a sword, but those days are dead and gone.
Get it? Dead and gone?
|Earthly Appearance|
When asked why his mortal appearance isn't someone exquisite and beautiful, the sort that could attract all sorts of women and men, Hades shrugs. The answer is because he had never been interested in any of that personally. Hades (or Hadrian, now) appears as a fairly attractive man in his mid-thirties, just young enough so as not to look out of place in gatherings of the former Gods and old enough so that age has changed his face somewhat with laugh lines and creases on his forehead.
Hades is a bottle-blonde, flawlessly so. Exhaustion is evident from the dark stains of sleepless nights under his eyes. At only 5'7", Hades is not particularly tall, though in his head he likes to bump that up to 5'9" to impress. Even so, he does appear somewhat intimidating, if only because his eyebrows are near-permanently fixed into an angry or sullen angle. He is often unkempt, dressed in greying shirts with a crooked tie. Stubble is an eternal feature on his face.
Other than that, he has a tattoo, though not anything special. You wouldn't think Hades would be the type to get a tramp stamp; however, he has his daughter's and his son's names on his wrist along with their dates of birth.

 Am I?
|Personality|
It's hard not to be angry when your fellow gods and goddesses used to let you out of your damp, dark Underworld only twice a year. Hades is an unpopular figure in mythology, and like most myths, it's based in truth: he's bitter, vengeful, self-righteous and, of course, as hot-headed as even the god of war. A certain sense of pessimism leaks from him. That death will come for everyone he cares about before it does him has become a bit of a sticking point, the impetus behind his drinking problem and a motivating factor for an unhealthily mopey lifestyle.
That being said, he's calmed down a lot in the last twenty or so years. There were centuries when he didn't even smile at something (other than a particularly funny set of entrails) but now he has some enjoyment in his life on most days. Even if he has the same morbid, particularly sarcastic and edgy sense of humour, sometimes the little things give him the warm and fuzzies now too: butterflies, children, puppies. It's ironic that its only when the world seems to be coming to an end that he finds something he might be able to care deeply about; Astra and Mikhael, and maybe even a few of his godly friends too.
The God of Death and the King of the Underworld enjoys teaching children and showing up how good he can be to the snobbish ladies at the parenting classes he attended. Though, he does seem to unintentionally flirt with them with his accidental, anti-hero charm, and is completely taken aback when someone bluntly asks him if he's single. Hades doesn't understand emotions very well.
|Family|
Mikhael Pryde – Twenty years old, and still living at home. Hades didn't raise his son and oldest child Mikhael until he was ten years old and constant nightmares and spooky happenings had his mother at her wits' end. He's a smart kid, very much into history, but more like his father than he thinks. Somehow, somehow, Mikhael has no idea that he's 'special' either, if only because his father's a cunning liar, but he's getting closer to the truth every day. Mikhael attended public school and was bullied horribly – something Hades could sort of relate to, in a strange way – resulting in a closer father-son bond. But, God, he's got to stop blasting those Bowie tracks at full volume!
Astra Pryde – Eight years old. Astra is Hades' daughter and also a demigod although her father has gone to great lengths to stop any minor abilities from manifesting, such as meditation and staying away from places where spirits congregate. He has been delaying enrolling her in public school and has instead turned to home-schooling, though it has become a daily argument. Her knowledge of various mythologies would probably horrify most schoolteachers, though they're the ones who've got it wrong – not that Astra has any idea of the truth. She is particularly sheltered, if only because the former God of the Underworld is a tad overprotective of his youngest child.
Charles / Charon – Hades' faithful friend and original ferryman of the Underworld. When the pact was made to abandon one's godly powers, Hades forced Charon to undertake the same rite and ended up with a valet, of sorts. He is a man of good humour and dedication to his job, if a little too impersonal at times.
Cerberus – Is there really much to say? A purebred German Shepard, well-trained and good with kids. Five years old, and while he was a gift for his daughter's Christmas one year, it ended up being Hades' faithful companion, just like his namesake. He's just a bit more intelligent than normal dogs, almost to the point where it's scary.
|Strengths|
 Tactical Mind
 Good Liar
 Enduring
 Hard-Working
 Observant
|Weaknesses|
 Selfish
 Old-Fashioned
 Isolationist
 Untrustworthy
 Insomniac
|Likes|
 Dogs
 His Children
 Teaching
 Pacifism
 Drinking
 Wild Animals – Deer, Rabbits, Foxes, etc.
 Winter
|Dislikes
 War
 Ex-Wives and Ex-Girlfriends
 Most Other Gods (and Goddesses)
 Chaos and Disorder
 Power
 Death and Disease
 Love
|History|
Hades used to be an important figure in Greek mythology, and at one point he wasn't a villain – someone mortals cursed under their breath. He was one of the six original Olympian Gods and fought in the Titanomarchy, a war of Gods versus Titans. They won, and that's where things started to go sour for him as they decided upon their domains. His brothers had the sea and the sky, but he was given the Underworld, the realm where the dead go and command of all things beneath the earth.
Hades was dissatisfied with this, as one could imagine. He was not so much a God as he was a jailor, shepherding souls through the gates of the afterlife. When he left the Underworld, he had to do so with invisibility, because leaving one's realm usurped the balance – and it tended to cause problems with Poseidon and Zeus, who he may have tried to steal from and/or kill several times.
While it's important to note that the whole debacle with Persephone really did happen, and he did kidnap a wife for himself despite breaking ties with Demeter all the while, Hades hates talking about it more than anything. They did 'break up' after joining the mortal realm, after all. Similarly, he doesn't speak of all the demigods and heroes who ventured into his realm on quests and never returned, being trapped by his hand for trying to cheat death. The only difference is that he doesn't regret those actions – except perhaps Orpheus; he shouldn't have let Orpheus live.
He rather liked Heracles though.
After the great era of Gods fighting against Gods had subsided, and word was sent out to the different Pantheons of a pact they had to sign – one to shelve their abilities and powers and never touch them again lets they be needed – Hades protested, loudly. Zeus had to force him to sign it, and he only did so if Charon signed too rather than being confined to the Underworld for all eternity so as to follow him into the mortal world. It was inevitable, and Hades was cut off from his domain.
As a mortal, Hades went through some rough times. He was a soldier for a time in the Middle Ages, then decided that a scholarly life was more for him – safe and isolated. More than a few urban legends were created centering him as some immortal wretch or necromancer, which was too close to the truth for comfort. Though at least half a century was spent travelling the world that he rarely got to see as a God of the Underworld, often solving spiritual issues and giving readings and avoiding being burnt at the stake as a witch, he eventually settled in Britain, and since then has moved from city to pastoral area again and again so as not to be caught out unaware.
Notable involvement in history was being a complete hermit during the Black Death and the much later World Wars, if only because so many souls were getting 'stuck' and restless without proper command over the Underworld. It was probably the last time Hadrian wished he was still Hades. Finally, in more recent times, he's had two children to two different women. He's also considering becoming a teacher in future decades.
|Opinion on Mortals|
"Why do these tweens keep worshiping me? I'm not some lord of chaos and destruction! God!"
Hades could be considered irate over his prevalence in pop-culture, as well as what he considers to be a 'one-sided' story both in ancient history and modern day myth. He may have kidnapped a goddess to keep as his wife and imprisoned her for a few months every year, but he's not all grim and dark as people think. Other than the misinformation they present about him, Hades has – surprisingly – no beef with mortals whatsoever. While he spent most of his time as a pseudo-human disliking them and staying away from them, his children are mortal so he can't hate them at all, only the short-lived nature of their existence.
That being said, he wants all mortals bar two to stay the Hell away from him. The only humans he has time for are Astra and Mikhael and, well, family's different.
|Theme Song|
High Hopes – Kodaline
”But I've got high hopes, it takes me back to when we started
High hopes, when you let it go, go out and start again
High hopes, oh, when it all comes to an end
Now the world keeps spinning.”
 vs. Immortal
|Mortal Skills/Abilities|
 Hades knows how to fight with a sword since it's mostly like riding a bike. Though he didn't have much use for it in his godly days, in the Viking Ages of Anglo-Saxon England it was very important, and since then he hasn't given it up.
Languages are important, though the dead don't speak any one in particular. Hades has a talent for learning them and over the centuries he's found himself able to speak a variety of them. He usually sticks to the ones of the main pantheons: Old English and Old Norse; Japanese (though he's a little rusty); Finnish and Gaeilge... Of course, some of those are antiquated languages and of no use in modern times.
Hades thinks himself a far better father than Zeus or any other god who happened to 'spread his seed' very far. He knows how to cook and clean and plan a day, as well as how to teach – his daughter is home-schooled for now, and he gave his son extra tutoring. Hades is a fairly smart guy, all things considered, and it's not just experience brought on with age.
|Immortal Skills/Abilities|
You can take the God out of the Underworld, but you can't take the Underworld out of the God. Hades has an irreversible connection to the realm of the dead and therefore will always be able to see the spirits of the long-deceased, particularly those who were not admitted into the afterlife and are still skulking around the Earth. Over time, he'll get his ability to communicate with these spirits back and eventually the ability to command them.
Similarly, Hades knows when people die, and people die according to a schedule, thank you very much. He sees mostly everyone's dates of death above their heads, if they have one determined yet, putting a bit of a downer on the whole mortal thing. They can be changed however. He dreads seeing his family's and friend's dates as his powers return.
Finally, other than commanding the armies of the dead souls in Hades and controlling shadows, he can also both things to decay at a marvelous rate and destroy souls that have already been ejected from their bodies, denying them a place in the afterlife – but he won't do the latter again. Ever. He swears. That power will probably be the last to come back, and unstable at best. It was fuelled by anger, after all.
|Favorite Myth|
Artemis and Orion




"I'm in one of those anti-social moods, luv, hence the headphones. I don't need to listen to this rot."
James Alfero → Janus
"My door is always open for Janus. Ha. No, I said that just to make the joke – it's really not. Stop visiting me."
For his own good, James should definitely not show up anymore, though at this point in time his presence is not even unexpected anymore. That's Hadrian's opinion on the matter. He had been perfectly fine as a hermit, holing up in his house, and then suddenly he has kids, and then he has a tag-along, teleporting Roman God on his doorstep. He's been brusque with him, he probably yelled at him a few times back in the early days and on at least one occasion that he can recall, Hadrian threw a glass at him, just to see what he would do.
An occasion that he feels deep, deep regret over, and might have actually apologised for... five years after it happened. Nobody ever called Hades a good person.
Now, however, he's stuck. Hadrian can't do anything about it – Astra would probably cry, and Mikhael would get salty with him because Hades is fairly certain his son likes Janus more than him – and he's not sure he wants to. If there ever comes a time when James doesn't show up for an extended period of time, it might not be healthy for Hadrian's mental well-being and/or his drinking problem. The Roman god's presence has pretty much been a constant for the last decade or so, and though Hadrian often complains about how often he's over, amusing his kids and sometimes bringing a smile to his own face, it's gotten to the point where he doesn't even blink before uncorking a bottle of wine to share and, dare he say it, fussing.

Umiko Ryudo → Ryūjin
"Astra's had playdates with Ryūjin's kid 'sister'. I suppose that explains it all, really."
Write more in depth about their relationship here.

Ellen Dove → Aphrodite
"Stop showing up uninvited to my house and taking my daughter for make-up lessons! What are you, twelve?"
Hadrian can say without a fraction of a doubt that he has never wanted to have sex with Aphrodite, thank you very much. That's not to say she hasn't tried the heavy flirting on for size – thankfully not in front of Astra, Mikhael however... – but there's no expectation there, thankfully. She's beautiful, a fact of which he has no doubt, but he'd always preferred a sense of innocence, and there is no denying that it is something Ellen absolutely doesn't have along with a sense of shame.
You'd think she would have learned not to try her illusions on him, though, after the umpteenth time he saw through them. He checks his drinks when he's around, just to make sure she hasn't dosed him with some love potion.
Sometimes, Hadrian thinks she shows up just for the free meal, because if he's making it for the kids and occasionally Janus, she might as well tag along, right? He feels a migraine approaching every time she shows up and does Astra's hair or makes some subtle innuendo. Why James is friends with her, he doesn't know.

Amane Mikami → Benzaiten
"I know her through her younger brother, Daisuke. It's hard not to know the other Gods pertaining to your domain."
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Hewitt Danford → Huitzilopochtli
"I'm not mad that he's Prosperina's new paramour, not at all. Why would you think that?"
Hadrian's just a tiny bit put out by the whole situation. Okay, maybe a bit more than what he lets on. And multiply that by a hundred times, perhaps. He's heard the news through the grapevine, of course, and it's almost entirely his fault that he hasn't talked to or seen Persephone – Kora Black – in millennia, but that doesn't stop the salt from stinging at wounds that didn't quite heal over properly the first time.
The biggest sticking point for Hadrian on Hewitt is that somehow, this meathead is a better person than him. Probably. He did have a whole lot of human sacrifice going on back in the day, and maybe when he next meets his ex-wife he'll point that out. If he could stop with the constant warfare, too, that would be nice. They would never have been on good terms anyway, but Hadrian is fairly certain that most of his beef with Huitzilopochtli (and don't even ask him to pronounce that name) is a big inferiority complex rather than actual dislike for the god.

Andrew Jackley → Anubis
"I hope he's suffering just as much as I am right now with all the souls messing up the place. You know what they say – misery loves company."
Don't let the sour tone fool you – Hadrian likes Andrew. For all that they're from different Pantheons, they're similar in quite a few ways, and thank the gods for that! He supposes he's a little jealous of Anubis, actually, because he's still involved with death and the afterlife in his mortal career – and while Hades is too, it's far less... savoury an option and a bit disrespectful to the souls clogging up the world.
Still, for two reserved guys meeting up once in a blue moon for coffee, they could be considered good friends. Hadrian's just glad that at least one other God shares his pacifistic and non-violent world view, even if it'll be forcibly changed in the future. He does wonder, though: if Anubis looked at his soul, what shade of grey – or black – would he see?

Jordan Natter → Jormungand
"You know, I've never been sure how I feel about a big fucking man-eating snake walking among us."
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Sebastian Morales → Maximón
"...Whosit, now?"
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Kora Black → Persephone
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Regan Macguire → The Morrigan
"Good taste in drink. Why did you become a yankee, though? At least if you'd stayed nearby, you could have had a more regular, depressing drinking buddy."
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Goddess of Protection, Relationships, the Performing Arts and Cats
Basic Profile
|Name|
Bastet
|Alias(es)|
Sable Almasi
|Gender|
Female
|Sexuality|
Pansexual
|Relationship Status|
Single*
|Pantheon/Faith|
Egyptian
|Occupation|
Sable is currently renovating her life and studying veterinary medicine for the third time in the last century or so. She works as an assistant in the vet's office in New Mexico. She never lets on that she knows more than the actual trained vet ever will and plays the role of the dutiful intern quite happily.

|Godly Appearance|
Reference. Bastet used to look a lot different, back when she wasn't trying to blend in with mortals and had all of her power at her disposal. The cat-headed goddess, Bastet had an undeniably feline form. Sharp fangs, a dusting of fur that covered some of her upper body and her back and wide, green cat's eyes. She wasn't much taller, perhaps only 6'2", but exuded a more intimidating aura mostly through her gold and black attire. She didn't wear armor and would have been considered more of a 'mage', with a staff.
|Earthly Appearance|
Sable is a figure who seems quite human, essentially, which is exactly what she wants. Standing at a respectable 5'8" (and she doesn't wear heels) with a slim, flat-chested build, she isn't exactly intimidating or godlike. She has soft features: warm brown eyes, dark wavy hair that is usually left down and rarely combed, and a permanently watery expression as if she's about to burst into tears at any given moment. Bastet is a more exotic beauty with dark skin and a charming smile that sometimes seems just a little too sharp to be mortal.
Even as a God, Bastet was never one to prance about naked like the goddesses of Greek mythology, but then again, Egypt was warm. As a result, Sable dresses quite conservatively with sweaters and jeans and skater dresses and often shorts. Shorts are an important part of her outfit, but when she wears them it's clear for anyone to see that she works as a vet and has cats of her own – her legs are covered in scratches.
 Am I?
|Personality|
Sable's uncompromising, no-strings-attached kindness is probably the backbone of her character. Even as a deity she was considered 'good', a loving god who gave her subjects her all and was first in line to give up her powers so as to protect the world better. She can be overbearing in the sense that her good intentions often go awry. Some people aren't lonely, they're just introverted, and yet she'll force her friendship and constant presence on them because she wants everyone to feel loved.
It's probably because Sable just cannot handle loneliness or being alone herself, hence why she surrounds herself with cats and co-workers and occasionally significant others that only stay significant for a year or two until her fast-talking, insecure nature gets tiring. If she's left alone in an empty house, Sable might just cry. Again.
So, she's an overemotional goddess with too many cats and a big heart. That's not discussing how stubborn – no – immovable she becomes when she thinks she's in the right and doing what's best. Sable speaks before she thinks, makes decisions on the fly and regrets them later with a bottle of wine and Netflix. Still, Sable's a protective, supportive figure who is dedicated to her family and friends.
|Family|
Ra
Sekhmet
Starbuck – A cute, plump black cat with big green eyes that likes to bite and even now cannot understand that the food isn't all for her. She is eight years old. Sable doesn't play favourites, but Starbuck would be it, if only because she bit a home intruder as a kitten. Named for Lt. Starbuck in Battlestar Galactica.
Leia – A Calico kitty who is patient, silent, and a great hunter for catching the cockroaches in her dodgy apartment building. Adopted at the same time as Han Solo, but her actual age is unknown. Obviously named after Princess Leia.
Han Solo – He shot first! Han Solo is also a Calico, much larger than Sable's other cats and therefore a bit of a bruiser, two years old. Likes to meow at odd hours of the night to get her attention and occasionally drops dead mice on Sable's bed.
Mal – A six year old mixed-breed cat who is a real softie and likes to cuddle with Sable. This does not apply to other visitors, with whom he can (and probably will) be dismissive to. Family comes first. His aggression towards strangers definitely includes potential Tinder dates, as Sable has found out. Captain Malcolm Reynolds!
Mordin – A strange Siamese cat, five years old with an independent personality and a penchant for scratching up all the curtains and rolling on the floor in 'apology'. The best way Sable could describe him would be hyper-active. Named after Mordin Solus.
|Strengths|
 Intelligent
 Independent
 Good Samaritan
 Friendly
 Creative
|Weaknesses|
 Unambitious
 "Curious"/Nosy
 Stubborn
 Naive
 Over-Emotional
|Likes|
 Cats
 Social Media
 Family Get-Togethers
 The Internet
 Romance
 Music
 Cat-Naps
|Dislikes
 Loneliness
 Long Nights
 Cold Weather
 Dogs (Allergic)
 Darkness
|History|
Bastet was once one of the most favoured gods in all Egypt, and although her myth mixed and merged with those of the others, her festival each year attracted massive crowds from all over the ancient world. Women would dance and sing to honor her and children would play in the streets of Bubastis. Sacrifices would be made (it was a different time, okay?) and most of the city would become a drunken, joyful mess.
Good times, right? At least she wasn't fighting Apep at that time.
When the pact was made, Bastet was one of the driving forces behind it, using her cheer and optimism and desire to protect the world to try and convince even the most hard-headed of gods. She signed thoughtlessly, but it's one of the few decisions she's never regretted. As a mortal, Bastet mostly stayed in one place, waiting around for the fall of Egypt then travelling to the scattered Roman Empire, then to Gaul. When England was the centre of power on Earth she was in London as a nursemaid, and it is only recently that she's moved to give America a gander.
Her involvement in history hasn't been very interesting. She assisted nurses during the world wars, though she's no god of medicine, and may have tried to lengthen Marie Curie's life despite the radiation via the few protective charms she had stored away from her days as a deity. In the Middle Ages and before then, she acted as a 'good luck' charm, and married a few upstart kings because the gates of their castles would stand just a little longer with her around.
|Opinion on Mortals|
Bastet loved mortals when she was a god, a patron goddess of the home and family life and (sometimes) fertility. Sable, therefore, doesn't mind being a mortal either. She doesn't need to have ultimate power to be benevolent, after all, and has done well for herself so far. If she's being honest, most of her interest comes from going on many, many failed dates with normal, which she finds exciting – and a bit depressing. If they only knew she was a goddess...
|Theme Song|
Vulfpeck – Wait for the Moment
”I don't feel time when I sleep
So I snuggle up with my sheet
And wait, for a brighter day.”
 vs. Immortal
|Mortal Skills/Abilities|
Bastet is a cat whisperer. No, really. She can't mind control the animals anymore to do her bidding but she can exert some influence over them just with the power of her silver tongue and a few treats. This could be extended to most animals which she gets along with (except dogs).
Sable doesn't have any combat abilities from the Middle Ages or earlier, if only because she much preferred to play the damsel in distress for knights in shining armor depressed over their lady loving some lord so-and-so. Obviously Sable has some knowledge of medicine – as it reflects on animals. Having embroiled herself in the modern age she is savvy to human culture at the moment and finds it easier than most to go unnoticed in a crowd.
As the goddess of music and dance as well as cats, Bastet is still "not bad" at holding a tune (but that is a massive understatement as the goddess typically tends to make. Most musical instruments come easily to her, though she missed the lyre massively.
|Immortal Skills/Abilities|
As the goddess of protection, first and foremost, Bastet could be considered something of a 'white mage'. She can bless others, increasing their endurance and strength, or – more importantly – she can put up shields around them. It's not limited to people either. Bastet will be able to make talismans to protect buildings or locations as she did in the past, even if she isn't present. If one needs a reference to the power of them, just look at the Pyramids: are they not still standing?
Secondly, Bastet's feral instincts will return. She's not just a cat person, she literally is part cat. It always was hard to hit her, because she was never where you'd think she would be. Nimble and observant, though obviously not the strongest, any foe who tries to go toe-to-toe with her will find such a feat more difficult than they imagined.
And then, finally, there's the slightly minor but no less important ability to exude a sense of serenity, calming violence where it can be calmed and mending relationships that were once broken. Family is important, and so is love – of all types. Those who thought Bastet was nice to be around before will have a whale of a time.
|Favourite Myth|
Þrymskviða – The one where Thor and Loki dress as a bride and bridesmaid to get Mjölnir back from a giant.




Norse God of Mischief and Trickery
Basic Profile
|Name|
Loki Laufeyjarson
|Alias(es)|
Lawrence Lafferty
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Loki Laufeyjarson
|Gender|
Male – but historically, it's complicated.
|Sexuality|
Bisexual
|Relationship Status|
Single
|Pantheon/Faith|
Norse
|Occupation|
Street Magician / Traveller

|Godly Appearance|
Simply put, it's complicated. As a shapeshifter, Loki could take a variety of forms: a salmon, a mare (hey, Sleipnir!), a fly... and, on several occasions, a woman. More than that, he maintained an unnatural form for most of the time instead of what he assumed to be his true appearance. The illusion would present as a man with long, black hair and pale skin and a charming grin that could woo any lady or man, mortal or otherwise, while in reality, Loki was a jötunn – blue-skinned and tall with skin made of stone.
For the longest time, his armor was glittering gold like the other gods; however, this set of plate was lost when he was bound by his pantheon and is probably still covered in the entrails of the child whose name mythology hasn't remembered, no doubt thanks to Odin. Before the gods gave up their powers, Loki was seen to have his lips sewn shut so his silver-tongue couldn't be used against them. His tongue was literally silver. Around him, a faint shimmer could be seen like a haze of heat on a hot day, and when one touched him, his skin was chilled and icy.
|Earthly Appearance|
The form that Loki takes on now is one that mortals might expect of the god Thor rather than the trickster. Loki is fair-haired with tan skin, often seen with stubble or even the beginnings of a beard that disguise his baby-face and how young he actually looks. His appearance is ambiguous, and could be that of a man anywhere between twenty-five and his late thirties, depending on the lighting. Some things about Loki are constant, and even if he can't officially shapeshift anymore, that includes his flighty, wishy-washy and ever-mysterious form.
He dresses like a twenty year old. T-shirts and jeans and occasionally cargo pants. Converse. Warm hats when his hair gets long and he can't be bothered cutting it – which is more often than it appears. A faint air of smoke lingers around him too from the twenty plus cigarettes he smokes a day. Thank the gods that immortals can't get lung cancer, eh? While he's still runs two degrees below normal body temperature and would probably horrify most doctors with the scars he's carried over into his human form, he almost looks... normal. But of course, normal people in bright, revealing lighting don't tend to have marks showing that their lips had once been sewn shut.
Finally, Loki's most easily recognisable characteristic is his crooked smile or grin. Some would say that it never fades, which isn't quite true. He's seen often with one other expression, and that is one of abject, gormless confusion.

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|Personality|
It's a good thing Loki doesn't hold grudges, otherwise he'd have one against all of his fellow gods and would have hunted them down – he has more than enough reason to. Permanently doused in a facade of optimism to the point where it's literally been his defining character trait, he laughs easily and loudly and tries to make others do so too. His jokes on humans, however, are more than a little mean-spirited and vindictive, which makes him laugh all the more. Taking pleasure from other people's pain is what he's best at, it being his version of "always look on the bright side" – life might be bad, but at least you're not the victim.
Even when Loki gets his comeuppance, when someone else gets revenge on him, he's usually laughing. Come to think of it, the only time he didn't was when he was bound up to await Ragnarok, but that was more to do with the cruelty of the other Gods outweighing anything he could have thought up. After that point, Loki probably became a tad more... callous, even though he remained the same fast-talking, loud storyteller that he always was. Living in the human world for so long probably hasn't helped.
Loyalty is an interesting concept for Loki. He's loyal to his children, all of whom happen to be monsters, and probably to the world, because he doesn't want them to die. But although he's switched sides again and again in mythology, he can't claim fealty to either the jötunn or the Norse Gods.
|Family|
Jormungand
Hel
Sleipnir
Fenrir
|Strengths|
 Persuasive
 Entertainer
 Strong-Willed
 Optimistic
 Excellent Liar
|Weaknesses|
 Grief-Stricken
 Masochistic
 Callous and Unsympathetic
 Impulsive
 Over-Complicates Things
|Likes|
 Jokes and pranks, especially the mean-spirited sort;
 Pestering the Norse Pantheon;
 Daredevil feats such as bungee jumping and paragliding;
 Painful experiences like going to the dentist or fixing dislocated limbs;
 Dank memes... Trolling people on the Internet;
 His children.
|Dislikes
 People who ruin the punchlines to jokes;
 Food that isn't European in origin;
 His kids getting murdered in front of his very eyes and being bound up in their entrails;
 Kids these days;
 Being stuck in one place.
|History|
Hahaha, remember the time when Loki helped get his brother Mjölnir back by dressing them both up as women? Oh, and who could ever forget the whole, turned into a mare and gave birth to Sleipnir debacle? Or what about when his children were confined to different domains, thrown into the Underworld and the sea and bound up? At least Fenrir took Tyr's hand, right? But that's not all: there was also the occasion where the Æsir murdered Narfi and bound Loki up in his son's entrails.
What a laugh, right?
Anyhow, that's all water under the bridge. Loki did, after all, become mortal with the other gods and has since lived a rather fulfilling life. Several of them, in fact, because he's faked his death more times than he can count. In the olden days, he was a court magician, and sometimes a jester – always so successful. He masqueraded as a monk and worked on the Lindisfarne Gospels, which would horrify most historians because he was so inconsistent in doing so. With the invention of gunpowder, things became a little less fun, because there was always the risk of someone shooting him in the head which, by the way, is a bitch to heal from.
At least twelve of the bestselling joke books sold in novelty and souvenir shops are his doing. That's about it, really. He travels, he causes mayhem and mischief as well as he can in human form, then he leaves again. Every so often, he hunts down his kids to surprise them with a visit, though he never forgets to send a Christmas card.
|Opinion on Mortals|
He loves them! Ha. No, he doesn't. Loki thinks they're easily fooled and tricked by even the simplest of illusions, ones he can do with his eyes closed and his hands tied behind his back. While that can be fun at times – almost as much as teaching a dog how to sit and then watching it perform the trick over and over and over again – he much prefers his own kind.
|Theme Song|
All Along The Watchtower – Jimi Hendrix
”'There must be some kind of way out of here,'
Said the joker to the thief,
'There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief.'”
 vs. Immortal
|Mortal Skills/Abilities|
Loki doesn't need illusions to do tricks – he has an incredible aptitude for sleight of hand, quick reflexes and a mind for angles of observation and ways to shroud things in mystery. Furthermore, he's a pickpocket and a thief with deft fingers and a gentle touch. It's doubtful people even realise their pockets have been picked clean and perused to his enjoyment until well after the fact.
He's not the most intelligent, world wise, nor does he care about current events; however, he is rather cunning and knows his way around people. One could say he's fooled himself into leadership positions more than a few times, though it never lasts.
Finally, Loki has a knack for animals, which may be because his kids were sort-of-technically-maybe-not monsters. He particularly likes snakes, and dogs, and horses.
|Immortal Skills/Abilities|
Shapeshifting is the big one. Loki's been trapped for so long in one body that he's beginning to feel a little unsettled. While he's attached to his appearance, he misses being able to turn into other creatures, or attract people who wouldn't otherwise be interested in his usual form. It'll slowly come back, first with the ability to change his features, then his species, but he's nothing if not determined to return to his usual strength. Maybe he'll try out a dragon form?
The second ability Loki is looking forward to most is proper illusions, the type that can fool gods and men alike. Oh, you thought he was there? Nope, he's over there. It's what he has in place of combat abilities, because even if his sword is imaginary, it still hurts when it stabs one through the chest. Basically, it's indistinguishable from what mortals consider to be 'magic', but it's just trickery.
Finally, a seldom-used power is frost manipulation. As a jötunn he has the ability to create ice – glacial ice – at his fingertips. He prefers to be thought of as a god rather than a monster, and so rarely (if ever) uses it. The last time he did was when Odin informed him of Fenrir's punishment...