sons of sky and night

Marcus, son of Zeus Leo, son of Nyx

[aetherumbra]

Masterlist

Daniel Navarro, Son of Demeter - About - Threads - Solo - Face/Body - Aest.

Kai Iono, Son of Selene - About - Threads - Solo - Face/Body - Aest.

Leo Dean, Son of Nyx - About - Threads - Solo - Face/Body - Aest.

Marcus Ward, Son of Zeus - About - Threads - Solo - Face/Body - Aest.

[aetherumbra]

for: @bruisedjustice

“a whole year and you still sound jus' as funny as you did the day you arrived.” 

he hadn't meant to sneak up on daxon but he might as well take advantage of the situation, shouldn't he? it wasn't often someone didn't see or hear him coming, given marcus' height and personality. and why not have a bit of fun, seeing if he could make the guy start a little as the son of zeus spoke just behind him and over one shoulder. surely, there's no possible reprecussions for doing such a thing to a son of nemesis. 

[aetherumbra]

for: @nocturnalscns

calm, quiet, peaceful...

fucking boring.

kai saw the benefits of their bit little home being safe and away from the world but there were days like this when there was nothing going on and nowhere for him to go that had him feeling an extra level of restless. lucky for him, there's someone whose very presence was enough to rein in that feeling. funny how someone with poor impulse control can make you have some instead.

down by the beach, the son of the moon was soaking in some sun rays while waiting for marsh to appear.

[nightsson]

Jesse was used to all sorts, being a bartender and a traveler and a conman for so long. Talking was up his alley more than most things, and dragging an answer out of someone who may not seem the most talkative was a fun challenge now and then.

That said, he was glad his brother was willing to give him something. It made him smile in return as he hovered across from him. "Well, I cannot speak for our brothers but I would say I'd gladly enjoy seeing what you can do with the place."

Truthfully he didn't think Leo had made much an effort to bond with the rest of them either, it intrigued Jesse.

He watched his control of magic, smirking at the compliment with an easy shrug. "Practice, the right hour... and I've always been light on my feet..." Not that the other asked for guidance but Jesse found the nighttime propitious for flight, especially with company.

"You seem quite capable with your hands," He motioned at them, considering if perhaps his brother was more hands-on than him, and what they might imply. He seemed adept enough with the shadows, not to mention actual handicraft, "but there's a few things I could show you. Now that we're here, wide awake and alone at this hour..."

He relaxed his posture, feet coming down. Not on the ground but near. "Have you gotten a good look at the island from above at night?" He offered him a hand, and a careful gaze. He was pretty sure he could carry him, worst case. "Quite the sight."

[aetherumbra]

“M'not a interior decorator or anything but I know a thing or two about setting up a gym.” Praise and compliments weren't something he ever knew what to do with. He didn't hate them or anything but what was he supposed to say back? ‘Thanks’ felt like caring too much. ‘I know’ was cocky as hell, even for him. Giving one back? That just felt like you were doing it for the sake of reciprocating, not because you actually meant it. That was way too much thinking for him, so he just usually (partially) deflected and stuck to the facts.

Leo eyed Jesse a moment, warily. “Don't think I'm the flying type exactly,” this son of Nyx was very fond of having sturdy ground under him, metaphorically and literally, “but, sure, why not.”

Standing up, Leo let the darkness at his command move the chair out of the way while he manually brushed off his hands. He toook Jesse's with a strong grip as he added, “If I look like an idiot and someone sees me, I'm gonna say you forced me to do it.”

[reedrichardspecs]

Jason Momoa I

[jaxdarkesthour]

Ross Butler

[my-gay-themed]

Wes Chatham as Amos Burton (The Expanse)

[divinesons]

On the list of people Fidele might've expected to run into, Danny was at the very bottom. For a brief moment he caught himself flitting through the old rolodex of memories he hadn't touched in a decade – looking for a sign of a symptom. Even in this, his mind's eye came up wanting: in the moment he'd been too caught up, and too engrossed to notice anything particularly supernatural. Quirks of theirs were easy to dismiss, and for someone like Fidele – who'd kept everything personal to him, discreet – it was hard to see clearly through the shadows.  

“You had a sloppy hook up and ended up half-goat-by-injection?” Quipped back quickly as he gave Danny a bit of a once over; a lot of years separated the bucks they'd been and the men they were today. “Congrats, now show me your fuzzy little tail, bambi.” He ran the joke a little while longer before finishing the job he'd been working on the peel to pull a full wedge free – an easy gesture in the other's direction. “How'd you find out?” They all had their stories, some more treacherous than others; Fidele's glock came with a hell of a clip these days. 

[aetherumbra]

“First of all,” with a small laugh, Danny’s hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket, “I don’t do anything sloppy. If you remember me, you remember that. Second? It sounds like you just wanna take a look at my ass. Nice try.” Was there a third point? There probably was a good one somewhere but that’s as far as he’d thought out. He liked to leave people wanting more, anyway. He could answer the question at least, though.

One of the orange segments that hadn’t been touched yet started to rock and, more noticeably, bulge. The membrane that was trying to keep its shape eventually gave and a small green sprout from a seed that was already starting the propagation process reached out for some sunlight. Danny looked down at it and then back up at Fidele.

“There were signs. Especially when I was around people who make me feel some type of way.”

[nightsson]

Jesse was a restless soul. Home more people than places until they too went away, this was maybe where he's spent the longest if you took Scotland out the equation, all that to say he spent his nights chasing the excitment he so easily found before... he was glad at least the satyrs and nymphs were welcoming to his late night cravings more often than not.

Them, and some of his nightborn siblings.

Floating through the air, he made no noise as he approached--not that it looked like his new brother was paying attention enough to notice him either way. Jesse was good enough with people to know when one wasn't a fan of a crowd, sadly he was not so charitable he'd put the others possible need for isolation above his own need for company.

"Good night brother." He drawled once he was spotted, watching him work as he flew ever closer. Legs closed in the air as he settled in front of him.

"Are you looking to add a gym for our cabin, or is that for personal use only?" He questioned, the silence around them not uncomfortable. Though he might still be told to fuck off. "I promise not to tell a soul if that's the case, but you'll have to suffer my company..."

"We haven't had much of a chance to... bond yet."

[aetherumbra]

If this was a month ago, first thoughts would've been something along the lines of 'holy shit, we can fly?' Now, he was far more aware that there was bunch of crazy stuff possible. Leo was far from jaded but he could at least temper his reactions better than he could just a few weeks ago. It was easier to be that gruff and grumpy persona he was trying so hard to push forward.

He only gave a brief head nod at the greeting but Leo wasn't so disrespectful to not actually speak back. "Was planning on putting it up in my room but if people aren't gonna be mad about the space getting taken up by the equipment, I could do it all here." To find that out, though, Leo would've needed to have conversations with the other sons of Nyx. Unfortunately had barely bothered to give them their name without being asked first.  Well, here was a chance to be better at that. A tendril of darkness took the tool from Leo's hands and put it on the ground for him as the demigod himself turned to better face Jesse. "Neat trick, by the way."

[bob-belcher]

[sportsmusicsoapsmoviesfan]

[divinesons]

@aetherumbra (danny) location: farmland of some kind on the island notes: hello again

There was something inherently mischief to plundering the fields before anyone else could get to them, but they had to understand – oranges were in season – were Fidele's sticky fingers not meant to find the roundest, ripest one, and rip it straight from the tree. Usually it didn't earn him much more than a stern look or a finger wag from one of the Demeter kids that maintained this place, but what was the point in living on a commune if you couldn't take advantage of someone else's hard work?

Fidele pressed his prize to the bark of a nearby orange tree, then rolled the skin across the rough surface to make the peel lift a bit easier. He was pretty sure he'd gotten away with it too until he heard the telltale crunch of dry grass and a rustle through the canopies – the shadows reached for him intrinsically – coiling over his frame and preparing to dissolve him completely before whatever budding concentration was building immediately fell away. 

In eleven years – and even longer – Fidele had seen his fair share of ghosts. 

"The fuck are you doing here?'

[aetherumbra]

He’d been bombarded with a whole lot of information real fast over the last few days but it didn’t overwhelm him. Well, it didn’t crack that cool and calm exterior he always exuded, even when things were more tumultuous below it. He did like to keep his hands busy, though, and this island was severely lacking in big metal things to tinker on to pass the time. So, what else to do but get his hands dirty in the land, just like mom probably would’ve liked. His biological… goddess of a mom.

He saw someone up to something nearby and Danny was too nosey to not check it out. He’d apologize for snooping if it was practically anyone else, sadly. But Fidele would see the most brief slip of that mask as surprise took over his face. Then it was gone, replaced with a small smirk and tilt of his head. Because why would anyone be here?

“Guess.”

[aetherumbra]

[aetherumbra]

When Kai was brought to the island, he was best described as intense. The sixteen year old had been targeted by someone that night. Or something. Whether it was humans or something more monstrous was hard to say. By the time they found him, there was little more than a mess and a blood-covered son of Selene with a moon glow clinging to him as he paced. Surprisingly, he took to the information well and came along without (further) complications.

He spent the second half of his adolescence embracing what he was to the fullest. He insisted on being out doing things, uncaring about his age and needing more training. Given how emotionally volatile he could be, it was hard to condone but also hard to argue against him. The way he fought was effective but concerning. How did he know to do that? Why were his instincts so on point? How was he both very precise but incredibly feral in combat? It was almost like he wanted to be a weapon and found satisfaction in it, despite every attempt to show him he was meant to be more than that.

Thirty years later, the same waxing and waning rules him, but he's calmer overall and much easier to talk to. He's less of a wild lunar beast and more of a seasoned son of Selene who knows when to turn it "on" and "off" as needed. His peaks can still be more than someone is ready for but this demigod is more of a wild thrill than the unpredictable thing he once was.

[aetherumbra]

Danny grew up in a city where nothing ever lives long. In Los Angeles, fads fade, malls become parking lots, and people chasing their dreams head back where they came from with their tails tucked between their legs. He went on to become a mechanic because he wanted something stable. He didn't hate change so much as lacking control over what happened next. It turned out he was pretty damn good at something that required a level head and patience. This man? He had patience in spades. Frustratingly so, depending who you are. He knew he could wait out most things. Everything had its time in the sun in this city, and eventually it'll be gone.

And if it needed a little extra push to get there, he didn't mind making things harder than they had to be. He wasn't good at turning the other cheek.

Eventually his own season in the city would come to an end. Complaints from customers that their vehicles were fixed but seemed to be unable to handle the elements. The repairs held but the cars themselves didn't. Paint was peeling under the sun when there was nothing wrong with it before. A car that came in for an oil change suddenly had gathered dirt and water stains that wouldn't wash off. Metal was weathering faster than it should. That is, unless Danny was the one handling it. It was customers who were rude and disrespectful so he hadn't thought much of it. The boss, though, was getting tired of the complaints.

Danny had trouble placing his roots somewhere new but he gave it a good try. He maybe left a few broken hearts along the way, but that wasn't his business. Cali was in the middle of one hell of a drought when he came back. A strange thing happened, though: the abandoned community garden next to his apartment was suddenly thriving. The decorative plants at his job? They fluctuated drastically, depending on how the unknowing son of Demeter was doing that day. He didn't think much of it, of course, not until someone came along and painted the full picture.

And then he was off to greener pastures.

[aetherumbra]

[ miguel gomez, bisexual, cismale & he/him ] — a new age of heroes approaches, among those is DANIEL "DANNY" NAVARRO, child of DEMETER. they have walked this earth for 36 YEARS, living in LOS ANGELES, as a MECHANIC, until they came to the isle of olympus 0 YEARS ago. they will carve their name in myth with their CALM, LEVEL HEADED, & PATIENT but the fates know of their STUBBORN, ALOOF, & VINDICTIVE that may immortalize them forever. the battles ahead will shape them into who they are destined to be, but will this cause the age of the gods to fall and the age of monsters to rise? only the fates know the truth and those prophecies have yet been uttered. let their heroism shine against the challenges ahead. godspeed, demigod!

 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

Full Name: Daniel José Francisco de Paula Juan Navarro   Face Claim: Miguel Gomez  Divine Parent: Demeter Birth Date: December 22nd  Gender: Cismale Height: 5'8"  Sexual Orientation: Bisexual 

Power Manifestation & Fighting Style: Nature and Terrain Manipulation  D&D Parallel: Circle of the Land Druid 

𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲

Had a knack for working on cars but got in trouble when rude customer's cars were suddenly unable to handle the weather.

Moved around a lot after losing his job, learning much about what natural world is like outside of the stone and metal of Los Angeles... but still eventually came back home, unaware that he'd grown and changed.

Was called and brought to the island after the local flora started behaving strangely when he was around.

[aetherumbra]

[ jason momoa, pansexual, cismale & he/him ] — a new age of heroes approaches, among those is KAI IONA, child of SELENE. they have walked this earth for 46 YEARS, living in HONOLULU, as a TEENAGER, until they came to the isle of olympus 30 YEARS ago. they will carve their name in myth with their DEVOTED, INTUITIVE, & DECISIVENESS but the fates know of their VOLATILE, OBSESSIVE, & MERCURIAL NATURE that may immortalize them forever. the battles ahead will shape them into who they are destined to be, but will this cause the age of the gods to fall and the age of monsters to rise? only the fates know the truth and those prophecies have yet been uttered. let their heroism shine against the challenges ahead. godspeed, demigod!

 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

Full Name: Kai Iona   Face Claim: Jason Momoa Divine Parent: Selene Birth Date: October 30th  Gender: Cismale Height: 6'6"  Sexual Orientation: Pansexual 

Power Manifestation: Moonlight Manipulation, Moonbeam Weapon Manifestation, Blood Resonance, Nocturnal Regeneration, Illusion Softening Fighting Style: Focused savagery with weapons crafted from celestial light.  D&D Parallel: Lycan Blood Hunter meets Soul Knife Rogue meets Berserker Barbarian  

𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲

Was found and brought back to the island when he was 16 after he managed to fight off an attack. He has no memory of the fighting or what happened.

Spent the next couple years wanting to chase that same feeling he had when he was found after the fight, being very volatile and almost feral with how he acted.

Three decades later, he's a lot more calm and "civilized" but is very hard to read, though many would consider him a good time when he's in the right phase.