Fantasy Hey Zeus! Give the Monsters a Chance at Adventure!

[Kal]

Read the section in the overview pertaining to character creation.



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Preferences / Do's:

1. Create a character which you'll love. Yes, creative characters are encouraged, but remember not to get so caught up in making something new and interesting that you end up making something you won't have fun playing.


2. Feel free to change around the CS format, or keep it the same, it's up to you. (Keep it clean, if you may!)


3. You may add additional information if you please, but please do give us the required information.


4. Any questions? Feel free to ask either of us.

Refrain From's / Don'ts:

1. Creating a CS out of accordance with the rules.

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[Kal]

Character Template:

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Character Name: (Obvs)


Gender: (Slightly less obvious with Greek stuff actually )


Age: (Literal/perceived- eg, Hera is timeless, but looks late 20's)


Powers: (magic, racial traits if monsters)


Skills: (proficiency, etc- while people will have powers and skills, I'd generally expect the more powers you have, the less skills you'll have [at least in terms of combat] 1} for balance, and 2} because honestly if you can shoot lazerbeams from your eyes and lift mountains you ain't gonna bother learning the intricacies of a joint lock.)


History/Backstory: (This can be totally of your own design, but any relation or tie-ins to actual Greek mythology would be good [but no demi-gods/and definitely not full blown gods.])


Appearance/Dress: (Descriptions, illustrations etc.)


Nationality: (While I'm -mostly- expecting Greek monsters, are you from mainland? From an island, or from one of the civilizations that overlapped Greece's domain that could have feasably have come to Greece? [eg, Persian, etc.])


Quirks/quibbles: (nail biting, carving your name into everything wood you see, etc)


Patron: (Does your monster have any ties to a specific god? Not as in are they drinking buddies, but for example a sea monster will likely worship Poseidon)


A Day in the Life: (Here you will write a scene with your character. There is no required length, and whether you wish the scene to be a significant, dramatic, or mundane occurrence is up to you. This is a means for both you and us to discover your character. Write away!)

 

[Christopher Colt]

Character Name: Medusa


Gender: Female


Age: 21


Powers: (magic, racial traits if monsters)


Skills: Very agile, Metal created by humans can't penetrate her Gorgon's skin, though claws from monster who can cut through metals can definitely inflict wound upon her. Any MEN who stared into her eyes will turn into stones, exceptions for androgynous/no clear sexual identity monsters (eg gryphon, basilisks, etc) and, of course, gods. While her archery skills may not rival that of spawns of Apollo, her aptitude in the weapons of bow and arrows are of no match from any mortal and monsters she knew.


History/Backstory: She was a daughter of Phorcys, the most beautiful out of the three sisters. Poseidon fell in love with her, raped her in temple of Athena, his longtime rival, and was turned into a Gorgon


Appearance/Dress: Used to be a very beautiful girl, admired for her beautiful, blond locks. Now, she had changed, snake hair, tail of a snake, it doesn't matter, that change triggered a feeling into her heart. Something more beautiful, yet somehow vicious.


Nationality: Grecian


Quirks/quibbles: Turning men into stone and squashing them


Patron: (Does your monster have any ties to a specific god? Not as in are they drinking buddies, but for example a sea monster will likely worship Poseidon)


A Day in the Life: I am a simple woman, a worshiper of Athena. Being with my sisters has been the greatest thing in my life, and being with them again, is the greatest wish I had. But no, I can't. Being with them will put them to shame.


I am a simple woman, finding love is one of my dreams, like any other women do. I was utterly shocked when I found love, but not just with any simple man, but with a God. Being with the God of Sea, well, it was never a good thing, people talked about me, they talked about Poseidon leaving me, that he only needed me for a moment, and in a whisper of the wind, the fire will die. I never believed them, he was the right guy, he always buy me gifts, reach out to me when I'm feeling down, he's there whenever I needed someone to lean on. I never knew, that he was the greatest mistake I've ever had.


"Kill me now" I said in a whisper, almost an exhale of air from my lungs. I tasted my own tears, hoping everything was going to be alright. My body is burning, my heartbeat is raising. Here, at the temple of the Goddess I always looked upon to, here, at the center, the great statue of Athena casting her eyes upon us. At this very place I am being stained, my virginity was no more, there lies on top of me, a man I looked up to, the very man I loved. "Please, goddess, have mercy on me" I breathed. It's too late to resist now.


If only I knew how vile creatures men are, they treat you like an object until they got what they needed. From the moment I got my snakes on my head, the moment my feet was no more, but of a snake tail, the moment that he ran, the moment that he was gone, the sudden rush of power inside me. I will tear men apart, and this vile goddess, much like men are, ruthless, merciless, I will pound them all between this snake muscles until they ran out of breath, until they ran out of hope like I was forced to experience. "I will be back, the world will know me, the world will know the injustice of gods. I will stop at nothing until this patriarchal society cease, I will not stop until I received the justice I was denied to."

 

[tem502]

Name: Florence (No second name)


Age: 22 in literal age, in mental age about 16, but appears about 18 (confusing enough?)


Powers: Florence is a Naiad, a greek water nymph, they are direct cousins of dryads and are essentially the water equivalant, with a connection to freshwater instead of trees. Composed entirely of water, they are unaging and can change their size and shape, but their mass remains the same unless they absorb extra water. They are comprised of source water and any extra water can only be kept temporarily.


As their thoughts are electric impulse and their bodies are liquid they are incredibly quick thinking (note: Quick thinking, not necessarily clever thinking!)


Being liquid makes naiads immune to most physical attacks and they dont age and means they can change shape to impersonate or fit through virtually any gap;it does however, carry its own disadvantages.


Naiads are much more vunerable to weather than solid creatures; they can freeze in cold, evaporate in heat, and loose form in humidity. If they loose any of their core source water it can only be replenished in a body of water linked to their body of origin.


Physically they can make swift movements with a lot of force, but any prolonged stress such as lifting pf carrying they can only exert a relativelt weak force, because their form starts to give way- if they carry something heavy for too long it will just sink through them.


They dont need to eat or drink and cant be poisoned, but they do need sleep and to bathe in water or they are affected in a similar way to illness.


While they can appear solid and pass as human, their 'hair' never stops flowing.


They can also exert a degree of control over water, firing it or directing it around.


Skills: As a member of an entirely peaceful race Florence has zero aptitude or skill in combat, but is skilled at artful craft such as tailoring and as a near relation of sirens has a beautiful singing voice (but none of the magical properties a sirens voice carries.)


History: Flow was born, raised, and lives in a small lake in the middle of a forest, which she has never left.


Outside of occasional visitors she has never met anyone other than her elder sisters, of which their are 57. While sleeping naiads drift together into a collective consciousness; they arent a hive mind as they sre all clear individuals, but they do share emotions and thoughts freely.


Appearance: (will upload)


Nationality: Greek mainland


Quirks/Quibbles: Is prone to rapidly changing her train of thought.


Has virtually zero experience of the outside world and wiĺl trust basically anyone, always sees the best in people.


Due to the naiads semi linked consciousness often refers to herself as 'we', and considers every female a sister.


Her species is all female and she's never met a boy!


Gives everyone ridiculous nicknames (be prepared!)


A day in the life:


Florence roused herself from her nap, and splashed up out of the water, forming herself as she went.


She moved-you couldn't really call it walking since she hadn't formed legs yet- to the edge of the lake.


A few of her multitude of sisters were involved in the very serious business of procrastination, in this case playing a game.


They had woven a net out of cloth and strung it along between two trees, and were currently hitting, or some might say volleying, a ball of moss to each other.


Due to the nature of the game where they volleyed a ball, theyd chosen to name it accordingly. (Splashball, because you play it in water, duh! )


Florence waved at them and greeted the two nearest to her.


"Hullo Reeva, Splasha." She greeted sunnily (Yes, theyre -all- named after a convenient water pun. Florence shortens to flow!)


Deciding to test out having legs a bit more (not that shed ever really need them) she flowed (haha!) to the edge of the lake, and then formed a pair of slender legs, breifly pondering why wheb theoretically she could be any size her legs always came out the exact same size unless she actively shifted her shape.


As it was, she was rather a tad on the short side, not that she minded. High places to reach are less of an issue tp shorties when they can just stretch up them.


There was noone other than Naiads around, but since she was leaving the pool she pulled a dress out of the water and sucked it up through herself, and then puffed it out until it sat on her now semi solid skin, their clothing made of a dainty enough material to not sink inside them.


Practicing this walking lark, she paced a little along the edge of the lake.


Shed been told to practice her walk by the mother Naiad, but she saw no real reason for it, because she was never going to leave the lake.

 

[DergTheDergon]

Character Name: Statherós


Gender: Male


Age: Being a many-headed Dragon (think Ladon), it's hard to say he "looks" a certain age. He's hundreds of years old, but even he doesn't doesn't remember his true age.


Powers: Being a many-headed dragon similar to Ladon, he can breath fire, fly and speak has complete control of each head individually. (i.e. he can use one of them to speak, roar or breath fire, or all of them, or any number in between.


Skills: A better cook than you'd expect, fire-breathing is pretty handy for making roast boar and such. (Just don't be surprised if he eats it all, lot of mouths to feed.) He's also knowledgeable about greece's history and considers himself a good storyteller (though sometimes he gets excited and can't keep his voice(s) down.) In battle, he's content with relying on his natural weaponry.


History/Backstory: Statheros was created as a guardian for another one of the gods' sacred places, like so many other creatures of greek myth. For most of his existence he guarded the pristine garden, dispatching the occasional unwelcome visitor and thankfully, not meeting a fate similar to Ladon so far. After a while, he started venturing from his post just to stave off the all-encompassing boredom, and came upon travelers of all kinds, monster and human. He was usually regarded with fear or hostility, but since all he's ever killed for was to protect the place he was made to protect, he never saw reason to wreak havoc on his journeys away from the garden. He's taken quite an interest in the lives of other beings, and will be on one of these hiatuses from the garden when our story begins.


Appearance/Dress:

Nationality: Greek Mainland


Quirks/quibbles: While he may look terrifying, honestly he's developed a rather passive, live-and-let-live attitude, and will not roast anyone to ashes unless he perceives that something or someone he wishes to protect is threatened due to his natural guardian tendencies. He's also extremely curious and loves learning about all the things he's missed out on cooped up in his home, whether it be other monsters, humans, places, things, whatever have you. He's also obsessed with stories and loves telling them. Unfortunately sometimes it's hard for him to realize whether people want to hear his stories or not, being so caught up in the joyful act of telling them.


A Day in the Life: Statheros took flight above the trees of the secluded natural wonder that was his home, setting off on yet another trip to discover more of the world. Flying over the forests, he came upon a human woman picking apples. Or at least, she was picking apples and upon seeing him froze in fear for some reason. He wasn't sure why, it wasn't like he was trying to troch, bite or claw her as he came to a landing close to the woman. His curiosity for why she feared him so made him want to know more about her. She backed away freightenly. "P-Please do not devour me, beast!" All of Statheros's heads tilted not unlike a confused dog in unison, and he began to speak in his booming, multilayered voice using all his heads at once. "Now, why would I do that? You wren't harming the landscape, and besides, I'm not terribly hungry... I do suppose a snack couldn't hurt, though." Eying the apples in her basket, one of Statheros's long serpentine necks bent down towards it, examing the ripe, freshly picked fruits within it. The woman curled up into a ball, fearfully cowering as he felt Stheros's breath upon her skin. Statheros then grasped the handle of the woman's basket between his teeth and deftly flipped it up in the air. Peeking out from her hands covering her head, the woman stared in disbelief and awe at the sight before her: apples falling from the sky where Statheros had thrown the basket, each being deftly caught by one of his seven heads and subsequently chewed and swallowed in quite show of dexterity.


Looking back to the woman as her mouth hung open in shock, Statheros said "Oh, were those your delicious snacks? I could gather you some more in no time." The woman could not think of a word to say, and slowly backed away, running when she realized that Statheros wasn't advancing on her. "Ah, umm... farewell!" He called after her, still very intrigued and confused by her behavior. A few men with spears seems to be coming his way from off in the distance, so he decided it was a good time to leave, flying off back home. As long as they didn't significantly harm this place of nature, what was the point in slaughtering the poor mortals? 'Curious creatures, humans...' Statheros thought to himself as he careened through the clouds.

 

[tem502]

Love it, can see some shenanigans abound (:


Also a story from from mouths at oncw could be well interesting. can the others do sound effects while one narrates? : p

 

[Seanzah Angel]

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Character Name:

Arkinal, "Ark"

Gender:

Male

Age:

Arkinal is nearly 33 in Human years, but has the life of a Satyr just coming into adulthood.

Powers:

Arkinal has no god given powers to speak of, but he does have some traits that set him apart from other forest beings from being a Satyr. They aren't things that would give him great power or advantage in a fight, but they are things that could prove to be quite useful in certain scenarios.

Because of his half-goat and half-human genetics, Ark has the legs of a goat and the upper body of a man. The lower goat half gives him very powerful legs to run fast with and kick things harder than one would think. And running through the forest and around the mountain has proven to give him some good basis for dodging other cheeky Satyrs trying to throw rocks at him. That might do some good in the future...

Ark also has horns on the top of his head that begin to spiral around to start over again. They aren't very useful for impaling people, but they are good for protecting his head to head-butt things, and to hold stuff with. Like strands of grapes.

Also, being part animal gives him the upper edge when communicating with animals. He's lived in the forest and mountains all his life where animals are in abundance; one would think he'd learn how to talk to them and learn how they think. He can't outright speak to them - though that would be extremely awesome - he just knows what physical motions mean, certain looks from animals, movement patterns, etc. For example, if a boar is looking at you and sniffs, then grunts followed by scraping the ground with his hoof, it means "get the hell out of there, like yesterday" and hope it doesn't catch up to him.

In accordance with being part animal, Ark's ears are very animal-like. They are shaped in a way that helps catch many more sounds than humans could ever hope to hear. And even better, he can move his ears around without moving his head to catch where sounds are coming from. This is especially helpful when tracking down certain animals, or keeping away from predators. It's also very nice to hear others' conversations when they think he can't hear them.

Skills:

Being in the forest, not eating meat to survive off of the land gives this satyr the upper hand when finding food. Nuts, berries, mushrooms, and other edible plants are all easy to find when he's around. His favorite is blackberries, but when life gives him grapes, he's rather adept at making a damn good wine. He has a stash he is letting age in his tree... This also means he can make really good meals with any ingredient (except for meat) that can be thought of. No one wants to eat just a few different kinds of berries and nuts their whole life... boring.

He's also perfected a way to incorporate a monkey-like nature into his already half-bred lifestyle. He has learned to climb trees and jump from them to another, making him the Tarsatyrzan of the Greek Forests.

Making jokes is also a skill Ark considers important. Why be alive if you can't make the most of it? Laughter is making the most of it - of any situation. Laughter heals all things! ... Except for decapitation and some forms of poison.

And lets not forget the most important skill a Satyr almost always possesses (those that don't are left for the Leviathans):

Music and singing and dancing! Like hello! Yes! Satyrs are natural born musicians. Arkinal + Pan Flute + Dancing + Occasional singing = God. God of the Satyrs. Arkinal is a god.

History/Backstory:

Arkinal was born and grew up in a small clan of Satyrs that enjoy life to the fullest just like any other Satyr clan. They lived peacefully at the foot of Mount Olympus for years in the forests surrounding the region until the clan felt the need to move. Of course it was rather saddening to leave the Nymphs and Dryads that were scattered around in the forest, but the promise of so many more in the forests around Mount Parnassus was just as appealing. So, he moved with them.

Around his 15th year of living, Arkinal was given a choice of what to do, as all Satyrs are given. He could become a warrior to protect the clan from certain monsters that roam the forest, or he could be a hunter/gatherer. Of course, Ark was never very good with a sword, or a club, or a hammer, or anything sharp unless it was used to cut grape strands off of a vine. He chose the latter option to join several other Satyrs in the job.

And as it would turn out, he was pretty damn good at the job. He would go out at sunrise and bring in enough food for the whole clan to last the rest of the day, then leave at midday to seek out the nearest Nymph to flirt with, or escape away with his Satyr friends to enjoy slightly aged wine kept hidden away in the trees to the east of the mountain.

Around his 25th year, Arkinal was told he would soon have to start becoming an adult. His horns would begin growing more, his fur would come in thicker, and his need for constant flirtations would subside and dissipate over time. He would have to take up more serious jobs for the clan and begin to start a family to keep up the clan's population. But he would have time to prepare for that...

Because at 33 years old, Ark was still fealing as happy and jubilant as ever. His horns had definitely grown more, his fur definitely came in thicker, his hooves even grew bigger (and you know what they say about Satyrs with big hooves? Amazing music!), but he still held heavy desires for Nymphs and Dryads. He even had a fling with a wandering human once. She was pretty... Not as pretty as a Nymph though...

Appearance/Dress:

Arkinal is a pretty average Satyr. He's a little taller than most. He's 5 feet and 11 inches tall, weighing nearly 180 pounds. He's a rather slim, well built Satyr for one who is a hunter-gatherer, but for good reason - he runs a lot. And he enjoys it, too. His Satyr friends run just as much as he does, so they're pretty well off as well. But this mostly gives him leg strength - he definitely wouldn't be able to beat a warrior satyr at an arm wrestle match.

His horns, if straightened and measured would measure to be about 14 inches long, though they begin to wrap around so they don't look nearly as long. They are quite pointy at the ends - enough to impale someone, but that would only happen of they jumped onto his horns. And wanted to impale themselves. Which is dumb. Why would anyone do that? Dumb. His horns are also rather tough, too. Enough to take the force of Arkinal running into something at full speed to head-butt whatever he's running at. Though he has to be careful with that - the horns only extend past his head a few inches. If something were to stick out further than that... he'd impale himself!

It's also common knowledge that Satyrs are very furry. This is not a lie. They are extremely furry. It's like they wear a blanket at all times - and it doesn't start and end at any certain point. His upper body is slightly less furry than his lower body, but the fur is still a bit thick, but not thick enough that you can't see detail in the skin of his upper body.

And, he wears nothing other than what looks like leather shorts. They cover his delicacies and his hips. There are a couple things that are generally attached to his leather shorts. His Pan Flute that he plays almost constantly, and his knife which isn't very dangerous or deadly at all. It's mostly used for cutting plants, but if needed it could be used fatally. The blade is only three inches long with a three inch long hilt. Simple.​

Nationality:

Greek mainland - near the southern end of Mount Parnassus in the forests surrounding the region

Quirks/Quibbles:

- Flirting with Nymphs and Dryads

- Playing incessantly with his Pan Flute

- Singing/Humming/Dancing in place

- Laughing annoy(merrily)ingly

- Making fun of things more impressive than him

- Eating tons of blueberries

- Eating even more blackberries

- Tapping his hooves against something hard

- Playing with his long head of hair

Patron:

Pan, the god of the wild, nature, and music

A Day in the Life:

Arkinal ran, through several yards of normal forest, up and over a lone fallen log, between a pair of trees, sliding beneath an entire fallen tree, and sliding to a stop. The satyr listened, his ears flicking around to catch any sound. He heard heavy breathing, and then it stopped. He turned to face the sound, ears flicking around again. A giggle. He turned to the noise only a few feet away from where he was facing. He ran in that direction before stopping behind a tree. The breathing was much closer. So close in fact that he was almost certain it originated from the other side of the tree.

He gingerly stepped in places where there were no fallen leaves or twigs to sneak to the other side of the tree before jumping to the other side and roaring ferociously. But there was no one there.

Another giggle. He spun his body around to face the sound, but there was no one there either. "Okay... Come out!" Arkinal shouted into the open air, a smile slowly creeping along his face. "I give!"

"Why don't you look up, silly?" A feminine voice spoke from above to Arkinal, followed by laughter. When he looked up, the Nymph in the tree waved and motioned for him to climb the tree.

He was up there in no time at all - climbing was simple to him. But she had jumped down when he had only just begun to reach out for her. The air was filled with her laughter again as she began to run away from him once more, looking back several times to make sure he was going to follow.

With a grunt and a chuckle Arkinal dropped from the tree and started for her once again. His hooves smacked against the ground roughly to propel him forward. He quickly closed the gap between himself and the Nymph, but slowed down to allow the chasing to continue for a while. At least until he could catch her without having to worry about accidentally pushing her into a tree. Which wouldn't take long since she was running straight for a meadow.

And as soon as she breached the tree line into the clearing he jumped, catching her arm and spinning around to face her, sliding to a stop in front of her. She couldn't stop soon enough, though. Her momentum kept her going so that she crashed into him, sending them both falling to the ground. Of course, his horns kept his head from being hurt too much and he caught her so she didn't hurt herself.

They both shared laughter and gentle kisses before the Nymph moved from on top of him and sat next to him. "Play some music for me, Arkie!" She cooed as she flipped her hair flirtatiously to the side to expose the majority of her upper body.

Ark chuckled at the mention of his nickname and brought out his Pan Flute, playing a few random notes as a warm up. "I thought of this one last night while thinking of you." He winked, but gave her no time to respond as he began playing. At first he played very fast high notes with a light sound, but then alternated to a slower, darker tone that escalated quickly and descelated just as fast. As he played, the wind blew around them causing the Nymph's hair to whip around her face but didn't seem to affect the music.

He kept playing, the music growing more intense and more meaningful. The music became lighter before dropping to a dark tone with a low volume - almost to the point of silence. As the Nymph came in closer to listen, Arkinal moved his face closer to hers and continued to play, the notes becoming faster and faster as they got closer. And when their faces were only an inch apart the music stopped and he pressed his lips against hers.

She all but melted into his arms, bringing her entire body closer to his as their lips remained locked together as if nothing could seperate them.

Yes, the life of a Satyr.​

 

[tem502]

Love it, its brilliant, and hilarious!

 

[Kal]

Poseidon's Lil Fish MinionFrand

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Character Name: Cetus


Gender: None, has taken a female-esque form.


Age: The human-ish form looks late 20's, is truly an old fart.


Powers: Being intangible during the day, taking a terrifying form in bodies of water, taking a... less terrifying form by the moisture of night.


Skills: Swimming, looking scary, biting, wondering what things are, figuring out what things are by biting them.


History/Backstory: So, I had a pretty cushy life, livin' it up in the oceans, eating, making room for more eating, scaring some sailors on accident, never had the best eyes so I liked to test what things were with my teeth. I guess they liked to test what I was with their pointy sticks. Huh! One day the boss-man comes up and is like, 'Hey, you gotta go eat this girl.' I don't have a taste for bony things (those whales though, now that's a rub-yer-belleh meal), but when the boss-man says 'boo,' ya jump. It was all going well and good until another human comes along wanting to see what I was by poking his stick right into my back. Then I kinda died!


All well and good though, boss man set me up with the pent-house, next to the fish-bros (tried to talk them through their co-dependency issues, who ties their fins to one another?) and some other big names, got all the good stories. So I was just cruzin' along in the black ocean when the boss-man is like, 'Hey, I need ya to--' Well, you know how it goes.


Didn't have much of a body to come back to, but I got a proxy ghost! I tried to adopt a land form, you know, not scare the humans as much, but I didn't feel right out of my skin. So I kinda... wore it! Legit! I can take my 'chomp-chomp' form in big-boss' terrain, but at night when it gets cold, I can turn into a... uh... smaller form of it, float around in the good ol' damp air. Bad eyes come back, but hey, still got my teeth to see what's what!


Appearance/Dress: A day-time see-through female form who wears a shark skin over her self (Imagine it as so, except... less... gear things). A night-time form of a pint-size creature (imagine it as so... a little more black, like the shark-skin of the previous pic, and a little less furry).


Nationality: Good ol' greecian'.


Quirks/quibbles: Floating around things in circles, biting things when in creature form, because how else do you figure out what things are?


Patron: Poseidon-Boss-Man.


A Day in the Life:

Coming Soon!​

 

[tem502]

Accepted