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mikayre

I will do whatever it takes to protect you. β™‘


Present Day Deities

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Reminder: This thread is for character sheets only - no extra chatting, please. If you have a question, private message mikayre mikayre or (preferred) ask in the interest check thread). Each player must play 2 characters & post their sheets in separate messages. Please read the footnote below the chart of available characters to choose from. Characters should not have the names of their predecessors, and should be 18 or older. Please use realistic face claims or describe your character in a decent amount of detail.




Replacement For:God Of:Preferred Gender:Taken By:
ZeusThe skyMale or masculine aligned Mr.Laufeyson Mr.Laufeyson
HadesThe deadMale or masculine aligned Celestial Speck Celestial Speck
PoseidonThe seasMale or masculine alignedN/A
HeraMarriage & womenFemaleN/A
AthenaWisdom & war strategyFemale, feminine aligned, or unaligned mikayre mikayre
ApolloThe sun & all forms of artMale, masculine aligned, or unalignedN/A
ArtemisThe moon & the huntFemale stupid man thing stupid man thing
DemeterPlants & gardensFemale or feminine aligned nonexistent nonexistent
AresWar/combatMale or masculine aligned, or unalignedN/A
HermesMerchants, travel, & trickeryAnyN/A
DionysusWine & partyingMale or masculine aligned, or unalignedN/A
HephaestusFire & the forgeAnyN/A
AphroditeLove & beautyFemale, feminine aligned, or unalignedN/A
HestiaThe hearth & homeAnyN/A




Rich (BB code):
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These characters are not first come, first serve, so do your best!
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mikayre

I will do whatever it takes to protect you. β™‘
Name ― Ostara Bailey.
Nicknames ― Tara.
Age ― 25.
Gender / Pronouns ― Female, she/her.
Romantic / Sexual Orientation ― Lesbian.
Personality ―
  • Overthinks everything, to the point where she just refuses to talk. She'll only pipe in when absolutely necessary.
  • Prefers to listen and analyze what is going on around her.
  • Quick thinker, always one of the first to come up with a solution for a problem.
  • Always well mannered, behaves in a cordial yet cold way.
  • Quick to anger as well, and tends to hold grudges. This prevents her from making friends.
History ― She was born in England, the youngest in the family, and was sheltered quite a bit. Ostara went to school and got decent grades, majoring in Law. Her life was decent besides the occasional squabble with her family while she was questioning her sexuality. After graduating, she began working as a lawyer once she was hired. It was the day before a case she was far from looking forward to when she was suddenly transported to Olympus.
Abilities ―
  • As said previously, she's a quick thinker. She can quickly solve situations if she needs to.
  • With a little bit of training, she'd be decent at sparring & swordplay.
  • She is incredibly unbiased, not letting her opinions on others sway her decisions.
Strengths ―
  • Her quick thinking.
  • Physical strength with some training.
  • Knowledge (law requires a decent grasp of English as well as other subjects).
Weaknesses ―
  • Overthinking decisions.
  • Lack of confidence.
  • Refuses to speak up.
  • Quick to anger.
  • Stubborn.
Extra ― She'll be the new goddess of wisdom and battle strategy, also known previously as the goddess Athena.
Appearance ― Photo is from Pexels. Her eyes are grey, and she stands at about 5'7" with a slim physical figure.

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Accepted

Celestial Speck

I'm not a bad guy, I swear!


It ain't complicated, 'cuz. People die, they come to me, and I listen to their problems. At least that's the objective, just gotta fish up the missin' ones, 'ay?
Hayden, New Lord of the Underworld

Name ―

Hayden Wheeles, The Man Who Cannot Say Farewell

Nicknames ―

Lil' H, Pitchfork, Hey-Heydes, Hay (It's not 'hay', it's 'Hey~', silly!)

Age ―


20

Gender / Pronouns ―


Ain't no other way 'bout it, 'cuz. Ya can call me 'pretty', but I prefer 'handsome~' though if you really wanna know, go with the obvious. He, hims, that sort of stuff, yeah?

Romantic / Sexual Orientation ―


Too good for ya, 'cuz.

Personality ―


'Too-too taa-taa.' That's the sound the announces Hayden. A man that's quick-spoken and witty, not missing a single beat of the moment, of the present. He's to the point, not liking to dance around obvious answers or solutions, ideas coming and bouncing onto his brain but only the easiest and most obvious one comin' to mind. Though that's the thing, he's still a CEO- someone who's gonna think wide and far, whose brain gotta come up with tactics and plans to put himself ahead of others... yeah, even though the basic and the simple are welcome in his home, the ingenious and the tactical take a special place amongst his mental trophies.

This of course means he's perspective. Why wouldn't he? People comin' over from all walks of life, dyin' from this and that, hunger and murder, suicide or drugs. Some new, some young, some that shouldn't even have died yet. 'cuz of this, he takes a laid-back approach to things. Yeah, he ain't about the specifics, or the hard-know-hows, at the end of the people, most people who end in his doorstep are humans. And there are easy things to take from 'em, it's why they often call him that, 'airheaded humanitarian.' Otherwise, what's the point? He's the CEO of the Dead, not their president. He ain't all about those politics, he's about that heart.

Though, to his fellows? Well, that's a different story. Even though he keeps that soft-spoken persona and air to him, he can only be described as chill to a point of being a weirdo. He looks at people weirdly when they don't act like Gods, the idea they were born as normal folk still not fully settled in his head. Yet one who hangs 'round with him knows the deal: despite all calm words and swirls of the tongue, he isn't doing the job outta love or the kindness of his heart.

There's spite there, something old, bubbling and forgotten, but ready to rise again. Hayden laughs when people point it out; what, you got an issue with it? The Old Gods, those dudes who killed Titans, punished people, and had sex aplenty, they're all dead now. The one he's takin' the job from? Killed himself outta spite, at least that's how he sees it. Some bunch of assholes who received the end assholes do. Now he's like that, some quiet but noticeable desire to blown the fishes out of the water, to show himself as the new and improved big H, but the 'H' ain't for Hades anymore. It's for 'Hayden.'

Yet even then, despite bein' the good of the dead, meetin' people who met humanity's most cruel ends, when it's time for those kind souls he likes to go, he always finds a hard time sayin' goodbye. Hayden wonders why. They call him soft-hearted, he thinks he's forgettin' something...


History ―


Aight, lemme tell you a story, 'cuz. You listenin'? Because I'm only saying it once, don't make me repeat myself, ya hear.

There came a child that couldn't say farewell to this world.

A kid like any other, born in a middle-class family, who went to school like any other, and was smarter than most! He was still a kid, though. Even though he understood things most didn't, like how scary death was, or how people one day gotta say goodbye to one another, he saw them as things way far off. The sort of thing he'll laugh and think 'hey, that's a ways off.' But the child really was the unlucky kid, y'know. Many like him existed, with those sparkly wits and soft innocence. And some innocence it was, that popped itself like a balloon when someone else said goodbye one last time, way below his feet.

'Goodbye and fuck you', that's what the kid thinks that man said when he plunged that two-headed spear onto himself. 'Same.' He wishes he could have replied back.

Now, the kid doesn't remember much that happened, but when that person said goodbye, he found himself in the same home as always, with the same parents as always, with the same life as always, saying a farewell one last time as his home burned down, ashes traveling onto the wind and caressing his cheek as he watched other's trying to stop the flames from licking his home. He tried to go in. He tried to go in, play a hero. 'cuz he couldn't quite say goodbye, he thought it was still a ways off.

He couldn't say goodbye so he had to try and play hero. Shouldn't have done it. The Fates already saw his future, it was gon' be a lonely one, but he had to try and change it. He didn't.

He couldn't say goodbye. He couldn't say goodbye. He couldn't say goodbye. He couldn't say goodbye. He couldn't say goodbye so his mind made him forget. He couldn't say goodbye so he hides the marks of his failure, written deeply on his body, with long red clothes. He couldn't say goodbye so when he was given the chance when the Fates said he was gonna take someone else's place to the world, he took it. Like an animal clinging onto the last spark of survival, he took it and he felt angry, his face closed off and his mind focused despite the smile that dons his lips. He isn't aware yet, but the man who couldn't say goodbye eventually will have to. He'll have to remember.

It's part of the job. To say goodbye. So he'll have to learn. He'll just have to carry that out, eventually.


Abilities ―


γ€ŽHEY HEY, WHATCHA LOOKIN' OUT FOR?』


He can see the dead. Well, maybe not all the dead, but it was one of the first gifts he got. Seein' those who are lost, those who escaped and now wander 'bout the surface, none really can escape his gaze. Those lost souls who broke out can see him too, though. Yet for them, it's like his gaze is a cold path, the Styx itself, beckoning for them to come back. It's terrifying, it's really not like brimstone and death or such things, but it just feels- cold. Like Hell lost all patience.

γ€ŽI'M HOME, DON'T MIND THE FLARE』

A short-range teleport. Well, not short-range depending on the usage, but for a moment, if he forms a circle around him, the Styx itself will listen to him, like Charon's spirit is giving him a hand. Red-colored water will take him, and he'll appear somewhere else a second later. Doesn't really go that far though, only a few feet max, and even then, it's risky. He ain't no Poseidon, the waters don't listen to him despite the Styx being by his realm. He can still drown. But, if he's playing nice and careful, and takes a while so he can call over the 'deep' waters, he can hitch a ride back to Underworld and Underworld only. Back to his comfy throne.

γ€ŽHARD TO BREATHE, BUT DON'T CRY NOW』

Fire. Because of course, he can. He doesn't, but he could, at any moment, unleash something hot and powerful, flames and brimstone capable of melting skin and evaporating most sources of water. Yet every time a little spark comes off, whether be it from instinct or him trying to, his brain takes a step back. C'mon, what? There's a lock there, somethin' stopping him from using it. He just can't figure out what. (Well, he can, he just doesn't wanna acknowledge it.) Really though, the fire is strong, but not anythin' impressive 'less he trains it. He's a newbie with this ability and all others.

Strengths and Weaknesses ―


1. Sharp-witted and level-headed, but prone to holding deep grudges if sufficiently pissed.

2. Discomfort with fire and heat in all its forms. Probably something unwise to have in the job, but he'll manage. Probably.

3. Kinda a loner, the sort of guy who hangs out only with his dog. His wit aside, it can be unwanted when he wants to rebuild the Underworld.

4. Often tries and take care of things directly, but at the same time, episodes of laziness, or perhaps confidence, can come over.

5. Probably overestimates the Old Gods too much, while at the same time underestimating them. Thinks someone will be messing with metaphysics any moment now.

Extra ―

Who else, but the big H?
 
Accepted

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Name ―
Farah Balle
Age ―

20
Gender / Pronouns ―

Female + She/Her
Romantic / Sexual Orientation ―

Bisexual
Personality ―

Farah is a very hardworking, responsible young woman. Some may say that she's too hardworking - to the point where she misses out on important moments in her life that slip away, completely unnoticed. She's busy busy busy, all of the time. It's detrimental to her own mental health, but nobody complains when somebody is working harder than they should. It's admirable, after all. Farah rationalizes that she has goals that she needs to accomplish and people that she needs to help, all of which are ultimately more important than herself. Farah is quite sweet, with a soft voice and gentle expressions, but is well-organized and driven by her constant aspirations to be better than she was yesterday.
History ―

Before all of this, Farah was a young Texan girl, working dutifully on her parents' farm. She was going to eventually inherit the land after her parents grew too old to continue their business, and was quite stellar in all things related to agriculture. She was taught by her father to be hardworking, and by her mother to be a caring individual with compassion towards all, even if that may be more than difficult at times. Her family was a strong one, though her father eventually came to face cancer, which brought turmoil and stress to herself and her mother. This caused Farah to work even harder, constantly trying to make up for her father's absence on the farm, and to make necessary treatments for her father more affordable without accumulating more debt and stress on her parents. Farah was always a bit of a sensitive person at heart, and eventually came to use work as a distraction from the harsh realities outside of it. It was and is a form of dissociation from reality - somewhere else to focus her attention, rather than being forced to sit with her own thoughts and the real world.
Abilities ―

-Farah is ridiculously good with plants... and it seems that this is more than just a learned skill, seeing where she has ended up! They seem to liven up whenever she gives them her loving touch - saying that she has a green thumb would be an understatement.
-Like the Goddess preceding her (who had control over the seasons), the weather seems to subtly shift and change depending on Farah's mood. She has not realized this yet, and likely will not unless it is directly pointed out to her. It is a ridiculous concept in her mind that the extra cloudiness in the sky reflects her downcast mood! Eventually, this ability can become conscious. Seeing the role that she has been given, this ability can prove dangerous for non-divine people relying on certain seasonal conditions.
Strengths ―

-Farah is quite responsible and trustworthy. She always believes that she is doing the right thing - otherwise, she's likely not doing it.
-Farah is a gem of a person who is kind to others, almost unconditionally. Like everyone else, she can hold grudges and lose her temper.
-Farah is quite knowledgeable in her field of expertise, and is good at problem solving.
Weaknesses ―

-Farah distracts herself through work to the point where she may neglect to form genuine bonds with others.
-She is used to trying things until they eventually work out, so Farah does not know when it is time to pass on a responsibility or ask for help.
-Farah is sensitive, yet often refuses to speak out about what hurts her. This can create unnecessary conflicts.
Extra ―

-Farah is replacing Demeter, the Goddess of harvest and agriculture.
Appearance ―

Farah stands taller than average for most females at 5'10" and holds a healthy, fit frame due to the amount of exercise she gets on a daily basis. She has tanned skin, with generous amounts of freckles sprinkled across her nose and cheeks. She has long, slightly-wavy blonde hair that holds firmly onto the scent of nature's vitality - think the scent of dirt after a fresh rain, teeming with life. She often parts it into two messy braids, so that it doesn't get in her way while she's tending to plants or animals. Her eyes are light brown, and she has pale pink lips slathered lightly with homemade gloss. Farah's outfits differ slightly by the day, but her general aesthetic would be something akin to "farmcore." She might wear a simple, hand-stitched blue and white dress while out and about, and switch to sturdy boots with an orange shirt and overalls while working out on the farm. To prevent any burns, she usually wears a hand-woven sun hat made by her mother. It's clear that Farah is no stranger to hard work - her arms and knuckles have small-to-medium sized scars from over the years, made more visible by the sun exposure they received while healing.​
 
Accepted

Mr.Laufeyson

Glorious Purpose!!!!

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Name ― Zefison Mikhail
Nicknames ― Zef, Zeffy, Sir Zefs-a-lot
Age ― 21
Gender / Pronouns ― Male. He/Him
Romantic / Sexual Orientation ― Everyone is fair play (Generally homosexual)
  • Personality ― Zefison, much like is predecessor, is a very cocky and selfish person. He uses people to get what he wants and throws them to the wolves when they have exhausted their use. Zef uses his charming smile and persuasive voice to bid people into his service in order to make his life easier. if he isn't ruining someones peaceful afternoon he is stealing a kids balloon and ice cream, needless to say he was really molded in Zeus's image.

    History ― Zefison was born in Vyborg, Russia to Vanessa and Sergei Zefison, who were rich architects based out of Russia at the time. Soon after he was born the couple moves back to the states to raise their rather demanding baby, and ended up in Chesapeake, Virginia. Growing up his family was very wealthy and zefison never went without getting what he wanted, in his adult life he became a cruel, toxic, and manipulative man who uses his good looks to get what he wants. As a child he was struck by a rouge lightning bolt in which he never truly recovered from, the painful memory etched on his arm in the form of Lichtenberg marks. As an adult he created an electrical company that now serves half the state of Virginia, this only gave him more money, more notoriety, and a bigger ego.

  • Abilities ―
    • Static Electricity conductor: Zefison has the strange ability to generate static electricity just by touching some type of metal or conductor. His hand will hold the charge for a few seconds before going away as if it was never there. Whenever Zefison touches someone they can always feel a small shock, even if he hasn't generated any static electricity. With Zefison replacing Zeus, this ability could grow into something more matching Zeus's control over lightning. His doctors say the lightning bolt enhanced his electromagnetic field making it possible to do these things but that was just their way to explain the unexplainable.​
    • The wind always seems to work in his favor, whether it be blowing his hair randomly for the perfect picture or giving him unnatural boosts to do tricks while paragliding. Zefison even swears that after jumping off a cliff to the ocean below, it felt like the wind kept pushing him back up towards the cliff and away from the water.​
    • Commanding aura: Even before replacing zeus people would flock to him just begging to serve his every whim. Sometimes it got to the point where Zefison can't get rid of a person because of their overwhelming desire to serve him.​
    Strengths ―
    • Smooth Talker
    • Model-like apperance
    • Welcoming/ easy to talk to (share your secrets with)
    Weaknesses ―
    • Manipulative
    • Narcissistic
    • Craves attention and Adornment
    Extra ―
Replacing Zeus; Lord of the Sky
(Might change but this is my boy for now)
 
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Swiftshots

The Swiftest Shot In The West
Name ―
Clair O'Reilly

Nicknames ―

Age ―

23

Gender / Pronouns ―
Female She/her

Romantic / Sexual Orientation ―
Heterosexual

Personality ―
Clair could be accurately described as 'happy-go-lucky'. Caring very little about her own future and very much living life one step at a time the Irish student is prone to dealing with the cards she is dealt right as she's dealt them. After all, with such incredible luck, counting cards would be a waste of time and effort! Clair is a very kind soul who cares deeply about those she meets or shares a bond with, never one to shrink away from a friend or stranger in need. Although she'd adamant her actions are minor Clair actually quite often goes out of her way to help those in need and her actions although small can really make a difference in the long run. Despite this and when presented with praise however she is very humble and insists her actions were nothing out of the ordinary and unworthy of praise.

Clair is a compulsive gambler unbeknownst to herself. Where there's a bet to be made or a game to be won Clair can often be found. When it comes to competitions Clair is highly motivated to win and her drive to do so can bring out quite a different side to her. If there are odds at play Clair cannot help herself from jumping into the fray 'trying her luck' as she goes.

A generous and kind soul Clair is very social and tries her best to keep her friends happy and close. Often a mediator in fights between companions Clair also tries her best to keep the peace and resolve disputes peacefully and with as little collateral as possible. She loves soft toys and coffee is sure to brighten up her day. Always energetic Clair does her best at everything she tries except math. Clair hates math yet for some reason her answers are always correct!
History ―
Clair is an only child and thus far has lived a very average life. Her parents didn't die in a tragic accident and she has no deep dark secrets hiding in her closet. Actually, she comes from a very happy home in the middle class. She didn't excel at school nor did she struggle. Clair got her first job in retail at fourteen and has never been spoiled by her parents. Her Grandparents are still alive and she has a good relationship with her relatives. All and all Clair is abnormally normal.

If you really wanted to look for something odd you could mention how she has been gambling in underground dens for a few years now earning quite a pretty penny. You could also i suppose mention how she has become quite an expert at sleight of hand tricks and card games.

Realistically speaking, Clair has no idea why she was chosen to replace Hera or any god in actuality. Her life was mundane, simple and anything from extraordinary. Was Hera a compulsive gambler in her free time? Was she a fan of sleight of hand? Why would an Irish girl from the boonies with nothing spectacular going on in her life be chosen for such a role? Hera was the god of MArriage right! Clair was never married nor even considered it! What is going on?

Abilities ―
Calming Aura- Hera was the wife of Zeus and the only god who was capable of pacifying the storm gods rage. Clair has inherited this ability being able to calm those around her with her very presence alone. Animals and children also seem to gravitate toward the woman's calming aura.

Argus- Argus- The all-seeing and ever-present guard of Hera and by extension the gods. As Argus has always followed the command of Hera and protected her right up until the very end he now naturally serves Clair in her place. Argus sees all, knowing what happens in all corners of the globe and informs Clair of anything she wishes to know. Not even the gods are safe from his view and anyone who wishes to harm Clair must deal with this powerful ancient giant first. Argus exists in a plane outside of our reality and is summoned forth at Clair's word or in defence of her.

Listener and Observer- Hera was the goddess of marriage and although her own were filled with infidelity by her husband Zeus she remained loyal to the man up until her passing. Hera experienced both the joys and pains of married life and Clair has inherited that knowledge despite having never been married herself. Her calming aura combined with her natural charisma thus leads people to openly discuss their lives and troubles with her. And Clair is more than suitable to offer advice during such times. Please note one should never take gambling advice from Clair.

Strengths ―
Clair is greatly skilled in sleight of hand and has incredible luck when it comes to gambling. Despite being a hopeless romantic Clair can offer extremely good advice when it comes to relationships. A pacifier Clair is able to settle almost any argument peacefully and or calm down someone or something that is enraged. Clair's very presence is soothing and when people are around her they feel more at ease and can more easily open up about themselves or relax. Be it thanks to Argus or not Clair is very perceptive and can pick up on very subtle things, she is also a very good listener.

Weaknesses ―
Clair cannot resist taking a gamble, her long history with gambling has left her addicted to the thrill. Clair is also a hopeless romantic who would devote herself entirely to her partner. Clair is very much uncomfortable with being complimented or praised. Clair has no combat skills at all and relies on Argus for her defence as a result. Although Clair is confident in herself she does feel somewhat confused about being the god of women, what does that even entail? How does one oversee such a broad subject? WHAT DOES IT MEAN!

Extra (Include which god they're replacing) ― Replacing the God of Marriage & Women, Hera.

Appearance ―

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Swiftshots

The Swiftest Shot In The West
WIP
Name ―
Anabelle Lenoir

Nicknames ―

Ana, Noir

Age ―

25

Gender / Pronouns ―

She/her

Romantic / Sexual Orientation ―

Pansexual

Personality ―

Anabelle is a narcissist through and through, there is no being on this earth or even in the stars above that could ever hope to match her majesty and she is more than vocal of this point. Stubborn to a t Anabelle is never wrong, after all, how could someone like herself ever make a mistake? It would be impossible! Anabelle is very flirtatious and thinks nothing of kissing and telling or of skin to skin contact at all, this isn't the 18th century after all. Like an open book, Anabelle is sure to let everyone know when something is wrong with her even if they don't want to hear it. Anabelle does not believe in love.

History ―

Anabelle is a distinguished french model and icon with her own luxury fashion and lingerie brands. A self-made multi-millionaire Anabelle wants for nothing yet everything both at the same time. If she sees something or somebody she wants she is sure to get it no matter the cost and successfully too. For after all why should she not? A radiant beauty and successful businesswoman such as herself is owed the world no? She ought to be!

Raised in Paris Anabelle was a model by the age of eighteen and in the few years since has climbed to the very top of women's fashion as the worlds most acclaimed and sought after model. Raised in an orphanage with nothing to call her own perhaps it's only natural the woman is so self-serving, so self-important and narcissistic. She climbed from the gutters she was in and has come to stand above everyone else, people she has never met seek her romantically and everyone who is anyone knows her name. People walk the streets in her clothing and models/women the world over pale to her beauty. Annabell was not surprised when she was thus chosen to replace the god of beauty, love and sex, after all, who could ever be a better choice than her?

Abilities ―

Lovestruck- Anabelle can temporarily love strike anyone regardless of their prefered sex with but a wink or subtle touch much like Aphrodite could before her. After all her beauty transcends all barriers.

Fly my doves- Anabelle has dominion over Aphrodites turtle doves granting her the ability to command these love birds at will providing her with matchmaking capabilities.

You can't possibly be mad with such beauty, can you?- Anabelle is extremely hard to hold a grudge against, she's just too damn cute.

I want it that way!- Anabelle almost always gets her way be it by her own actions or by the actions of others unbeknownst to themselves.

(Anabelle's powers do not seem to work on Zeus, Hades, Posiden, Persephone or Hera)

Strengths ―

A stunning beauty
Persuasive
Resourceful
Manipulative

Weaknesses ―

Stubborn
Spiteful
Narcissistic
Weak

Extra (Include which god they're replacing) ―
Aphrodite

Appearance ―
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Madness At Its Finest!
Name ― Vestigen Kyen
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"Ah, a new day, a new canvas"

Nicknames ― V, Ky, Vest

Age ― 23

Gender / Pronouns ― Male He/Him

Romantic / Sexual Orientation ― Pansexual

Personality
―
A very laid back, optimistic man, he's rarely bothered by anything. The way he see's it, life is just a canvas, so instead of worrying about the mistakes you make, embrace them! Made a wrong stroke? turn it into something better! He see's each day as a chance to refresh, repaint your canvas start anew. He tries his best often to keep his emotions in check, and keep the people around him happy, though deep down, he still feels as though he doesn't deserve his position

History
―
Originally from Italy, he had always lived with his Uncle, since his parents disappeared on the day of his birth. His Uncle wasn't the best father figure, as he'd often drink a lot, and smoke. It had been a habit of his ever since his Aunt died. Vestigen would always try his very best to help him get rid of these habits, try to show him that change is a possibility, that he can restart. But he would always respond with the same thing, that he'd understand when he was older, that he didn't know what he was talking about. He would continue to change him, until the day his Uncle died, when he was 13, after falling down the stairs while drink.

Vestigen began to wonder if it was his fault, that maybe he didn't try hard enough, or even worse; maybe it was because of his insisting. He eventually ran away from the foster home he placed in, and started living on roads, and in alleyways, and thats when he discovered, street art. He would see it in most alleyways, and on old walls. Seeing the way that they worked, how often mistakes were part of the art, he began to slowly come to terms to himself. He started making street art, and it wasn't long before he discovered he had a natural talent for art. People started to notice his art more and more, and he was dubbed as 'The Mascot of Italian Street Art'.

Eventually, realizing that he had a chance to get out of the streets, he began to paint more on canvas, and sell his artwork. He slowly grew his business, eventually starting a startup called 'Italian V's Streetart' He began to live the life he had dreamed of as a child, filled with enjoyment. Eventually, he was chosen to replace Apollo, though if he was honest, he still was not sure if he'd chosen the right person

Abilities
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- A paintbrush that can simulate any style, or color, and can paint on thin air, which he can summon at will
-'Positive Outlook' With a single look into someone's eyes, he make them see the positive sides of situations
-'Sun Aura' He is able generates a generate a gentle glow of sunlight wherever he goes

Strengths
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- Very Positive
- Rarely holds a grudge
- Resourceful in finding his way out of situations

Weaknesses
―
- A little too trusting
- Occasionally tries to hard to change people
- Self Doubtful, and a bit sensitive
Extra (Include which god they're replacing) ― Apollo, God Of The Sun, Light, and Art


Appearance ―
Standing at 6'1, a bit on the slimmer side, with warm ivory skin tones. His eyes are dark brown, and his nose is medium sized. His hair is jet black, often kept swept back. More often than not, he's seen wearing a crimson coat, paired with red tinted aviators. Picture at top

 
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