Post by Hermes on Oct 9, 2017 20:19:35 GMT -5
Hermes
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Name: Hermes
Nickname: none of them are appropriate to put here
Gender: Male
Age: Immortal (appears 17)
Sexuality: yes
Fairytale: Greek Myth
Year: 6
Face Claim: Taron Egerton
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Personality:Hermes is on a mission to charm every living thing he lays eyes on. Weather thats into sleeping with him, or into giving him that trinket you just bought, as long he gets what he was from you. He’s a con man, a brilliant con man really. He fancies himself able to talk you out of, or into, almost anything. Even worse, he knows when you’re lying. It comes with the whole “god of lairs” bit. He’s got a smile to make you swoon and words to set your heart aflutter. Its a dangerous game he plays, it’s probably best to avoid him if you can, especially if you don’t feel like losing anything. A very smooth criminal and a very slippery snake. He can be your greatest ally or your worst enemy. One day you may wake up and realize he’s both.
He has a bit of a temper. He usually does not get upset easily, but push the right buttons and he’ll flame up like a spark in a gasoline factory. Do not insult his children. Do not insult him. He can tell pretty easily if you’re being playful or not, poking fun, that’s fine. But if you’re really going to try your luck and actually call him out or put him down, you could be dead before you think twice. Greek gods are not exactly well known for being forgiving, so don’t get on his bad side. Just smile and play along and everything will be fine. Remember, he’s not all bad. He has a Heart and generally doesn’t like to harm, just don’t get him riled and you’ll be fine. You know...in a matter of words.
Hermes also has two large snakes that have minds of their own. They act as sort of his secretaries as he tries to deal with all the gods mail and messages. One is named Martha. She’s very into her job as a secretary, alerting Hermes to when people are calling and taking messages and such. She likes to be respectful and professional and often scolds George, the other snake, for being rude and slacking on his job. That brings us to George I suppose. All he really cares about in life is rats. He loves to eat rats. If you're not talking about rats he really could care less, but he’ll occasionally interject with some rash comment that will quickly be followed by an apology by Martha on his behalf. Hermes loves them, but acts like he hardly tolerates them. Truth is he need them if he wants to do anything with his life besides take orders from all the other gods.
Since the war Hermes has grown to resent most of his relationships from Tintagel. He feels as though any attempt at making a deep connection without the intent to gain something of value is a waste. Since his return home to Mount Olympus he has spent little time among mortals. He has easily kept busy with his godly duties as the messenger between his fellow deities. This has made him even less sympathetic, less considerate, and less moral. He has not gone pure evil, by any means, but any progress he might have made being forced to confront those he harms has receded with time. Or, rather, most of it has. There is still a glimmer of light in the form of a gut twisting guilt brought on by the abandonment of his duties as headmaster.
Given this inconvenient guilt he’d rather remain just left of the spotlight til he’s sure there’s not 10 thousand angry students and teachers looking for his head. It won’t be easy, but his plan is to play a studious and gentle year 6 til the coast is clear.
Appearance:As far as fashion goes he likes to keep it classy if not dressed in his official herald gear, that being an older type mailman uniform with winged shoes and a winged travelers hat. He’ll wear tailored suits on any occasion he can manage, sometimes with a hat to match. You’ll often see him with a phone or a cane, neither of those being what they seem. Being the messenger god does leave him rather busy with the mail of the gods actually. His cell is a simple, black, smartphone with two intertwined snakes on the case. Likewise, his cane is the home to two large snakes that have wound their way up like a caduceus. In either of these forms, to the onlooker they seem just pretty decoration, though, should Hermes decide to lose the disguise and reveal that, in fact, he is holding a large shepherd's staff, then one would notice that those “decorations” are actually two very live, very large snakes. You should know that they might try to talk to you telepathically.
Since the portals opened, Hermes has decided to take on a different look for…..reasons. He now prefers the visage of a devilishly handsome teenager. Carefully placing his age around that of seventeen, he hopes to remain incognito until he so chooses to reveal himself in some grand manner or another. He will, of course, remain well dressed. He adores suits, but will adapt to slightly more casual clothes should he find someone, perhaps, becoming suspicious of his unnaturally good taste in formal wear. He’d like to call this new look “smart and sensual,” keeping a pair of classy reading glasses nearby at all times.
History:Hermes was born in a cave to his mother Maia, a mountain nymph, his father being the almighty Zeus. Hermes was hardly born when he went out to steal his brother Apollo’s cattle and it was from then on that he was known for his gift of thievery and trickery. Hermes only grew more clever with the years, using his gift for persuasion to get whatever he wanted. He grew light and happy, though slightly burdened by his job as not only the herald of the gods, but a guide for the dead to the underworld. He’s good at what he does, even if he tends to slack a bit in order to indulge in his own pleasures. He helped a few heros on his way, helping other gods in order to help himself mostly. He’s famous for his seduction of the Love Goddess Aphrodite, whom bore him three children. He’s seduced countless mortals and nymphs alike though, compared to some of the other gods, he’s only got a few immortal children. Mortal children?....well he probably couldn’t even tell you if you asked. He may or may not have pissed Hera off a few times, once when he killed her guardian Argos so Zeus could save Io, a girl he loved whom Hera turned into a cow. In all truth, Hermes repeatedly pissed people off through history, but somehow nearly always managed to talk his way out of it.
When the fighting reached its peak at Tintagel, Hermes fled. To be honest he didn’t fancy being on the losing side. He may have been able to help if he stayed, but he was no god of war! Hermes has fought in his far share of brawls, but even the largest of battles rarely included him in the fray. Perhaps he could have wormed them all out defeat, but, in the end, his instincts to keep his suit from creasing kicked in. His snakes, particularly, haven’t let him forget it since. She dropped subtle reminders every now and again. They were never big enough to warrant wrath, but never too small to go unnoticed. Only a creature that had been with Hermes nearly all his life could do such a thing. Between this and sheer, utter, curiosity, Hermes decided to head back once travel to Tintagel once again became available.
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Sample Post: Hermes was lying naked in an ocean of letters when the portal appeared nearby. Every few moments or so another scrap of mail fell from thin air and sunk gracefully to join its brother on the cold marble floor. Depending on your taste it was either a blessing or a sin to notice the pile of multicolored messages haphazardly covering various important parts to Hermes’ physique. A particular page remained clutched tightly in his hand as his eyes darted wildly from side to side, a childish giggle escaping his lips once he’d finished and picked up another to begin the cycle again. Judging by the mass pileup it was apparent that the harold had been shirking his duties for a long time now in favor of reading these notes. However, these were no ordinary scribbles but love letters written from a particular god to his mortal lover. How silly loved seemed now that he’d been away from mortals for a good while now. How funny it was to read their declarations and dirty anecdotes when you know they’re wasting their time.
Nearby two massive green snakes slithered from side to side, poking their heads through piles of letters and avoiding falling manuscripts. One of them, George, kept slithering into Hermes’ view and fainting dramatically, whispering words like foooooooddd, dinnnnneeerr and raaaatttsss into his neglectful master’s mind. The other, Martha, seemed determinedly calm despite the growing chaos.
”Sir?” She hiss in his mind. ”It been a while, perhaps we should get back to work?” She asked. She was careful not to overstep her bounds and incur his wrath, not to mention it would simply be unprofessional.
He began to wave her off until he reached the end of the letter and for once another did not replace it. With a furrowed brow he sat up. His eyes grew distant for a moment and then he groaned loudly.He picked up the large golden staff behind him and gave it a wave. The mass clutter immediately ceased to exist. While his companions seemed relieved, Hermes appeared to be pouting.
”Now what am I going to do for fun?!” He said, dramatically.
The snakes slithered closer, George wrapped himself around an arm and squeezed a little tighter than necessary, keeping up with his quiet complaints.
”What’s that sir? Martha inquired, remaining near her master’s knee.
”Hm?” Hermes’ replied, his eyes far away again. He was already daydreaming of a new way to remained occupied.
”May I ask What happened?” She clarified
”Oh” He said, giving her a dismissive wave. ”She died.”
What an utter crisis. Hermes had found himself lacking in proper entertainment since he’d left that rather trying school. Sure, he’d fled upon his own accord when it grew far too tiresome, but he certainly missed the intrigue. Then, as though he had wished it into existence, a faint breeze rustled his dark hair. Immediately alert, the devilish god shot up so fast that her left a large crack in the marble beneath him. There it was, hovering just a few feet away. Access to the realm he had just been missing. Martha hurried to slither up the staff in Hermes’ hand for fear of being left behind as the god raced forward. Still, he stopped just short. This jolted George and prompted a very hangry hiss.
”I can’t go like this!” Hermes suddenly burst out, addressing his still naked body. His hair was still dark and wavy, his eyes as blue as the day he left. It was the form his most often took when he wasn’t paying attention.
”Well yes, I suppose most mortals prefer clothing in-” Martha began, but Hermes cut her off.
What if they still think i'm that...what was it called, Martha?”
”Headmaster, Sir?” She tried.
"Right, I mean you’d think that title would be used for something else, you know? People could be really confused about what they’re getting into with a title like that.” He mused with a suggestive brow.
”Anyway…” He drifted, thinking on how many people might want to kill him after the supposedly subpar job he did as their leader. They probably couldn’t hurt him, but it is considerably more difficult to get what he wants from someone that hates him. The point is, it would be simpler to change and it had nothing to do with any heart eating guilt boiling inside him.
In a moment his appears melding into that of someone completely different. His hair got lighter and was trimmed more modern. He lost a few inches and quite a few years. His eyes remained blue, but altered to a kinder, gentler hue. A suit of dark navy wove itself around him in a thousand threads until it was complete. Hovering on a pair of winged dress shoes, he spun in a slow circle.
”So George, Martha? Would I make a great fairy godmother or what?” He said with a clever grin.
”They know it’s you.” Said George, grumpily.
”The suit could be a bit of a giveaway, Sir.” Martha agreed gently.
Hermes’ rolled his eyes, but didn’t disagree. In a flash he changed into a handsome looking sweater and slacks. A pair of black rimmed reading glasses appeared on his nose.
”Better.” his snakes agreed in unison.
And with that, they set off to an old place to plan new traps and tricks.