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Glimpses, flashes, whispering voices in your head while you rest comfortably in your bed. A time long past. A world forgotten. A world glorified through movies and television shows. And through all this a single word resonates in your mind: Home.
You have classified it as the dream. ( Though you think that it’s more than a dream. )
The dream is firmly planted in the back of your mind as you go about your days normally, settling into your new life in Savannah and part of you even forgets about it; writes it off as just another crazy, lucid dream.
But then it happened. Something...abnormal. Something almost - divine.
You are newly awakened. A familiar voice whispers to you whenever you close your eyes, egging you to do things that you’ve secretly wanted to do your whole life.
But for the first time in your life - you feel like you accomplish these secret desires.
Which powers are the more powerful?
I’ve answered a similar question here [ x ]
I am aware of the note in the fact concerning face claims already listed and this faceclaim is already listed on Ares, but I'm interested in writing Athena with Rami Malek as the fc. Is this suitable or would he not fit?
Hmm since Ares is a taken character as of right now, I don’t see why we can’t move Rami over to Athena - so please feel free to apply for Athena with Rami! We adore his face and would definitely love to see it! :)
What point would you say the characters are at with knowing they're the gods?
I would say they’re all beginning to suspect there is something more to their dreams than they first thought and with the plot drop some characters will begin to figure it out! :)
Do the gods powers work on other gods?
Yes they do!
i'm looking at jamie chung for poseidon (low end of the age, of course). what do you think?
I adore Jamie Chung so I can definitely see her working! :)
And that is it for tonight’s acceptances! Thank you to those of you who applied and again to those who were not accepted - if you would like some feedback about your applications we are more than happy to give some to you!
With that said we still have three open characters:
Athena
Demeter
Poseidon
We would love to see these characters snatched up as they all play important role in future plot drops and events!
Speaking of - the first plot drop will be posted tomorrow morning so if you have yet to finish the first task I would advise wrapping that up as soon as you can so we can get the roleplaying’s momentum going!
As always if you have any questions please don’t hesitate to send them our way.
Congratulations Cass! You have been accepted as Hera with the face claim of Hailee Steinfeld! Both Hera’s were wonderful and tragically beautiful in their own ways and this definitely took us the whole two hours discussing to finally come to a decision. In the end however, it was this sentence that made us realize Kenna was Hera:
So when she struck him, and the blood began pouring from his gash, the immediate rush was —
satisfaction.
The internal struggle that you presented within Kenna is something we cannot wait to see play out here at Divinium! Please send in your character account within 24 hours. Welcome to Divinium! :)
[ +1 ] for Hera / [ 3 ] total
And with that the submit box is now closing! We will try our best to post any acceptances within the next couple hours!
Yup, that's what I meant! Oops. Thanks for the extension. :)
No problem! :)
Is there any way you'd think about accepting at nine, like last time?
Do you mean closing the submit box at 9pm? It might actually end up being closer to nine since I am currently not home but I should be by then!
[ +1 ] for Poseidon / [ 2 ] total
Also - due to unforeseen circumstances, we will be pushing the submit closing back an hour! So those who are working on last minute touches to their applications you have another full hour to do so!
i have an app for poseidon in the work but i am kind of worried seeing the length of the current taken characters, do i have to write a bio quite that long or can it be four or five meaty paragraphs long?
It doesn’t need to be that long no! But I would advise making it too short, say around 3 paragraphs. Four meaty paragraphs should be fine however! Just make sure your character shines in the questionnaire section - that’s the most important part. :)
Just a heads up the submit box will be closing for second round acceptances in just over an hour! :)
Is it possible to ask to adjust Athena's age of we plan on applying with Crystal Reed? Just because she's 30 years old and perhaps just 33 as I feel 35 would be pushing it a little too much?
I suppose that could work yes, though please don’t make her any younger than 33 please! :)
Laurel Elizabeth Avington Twenty-one She/Her Reincarnation of Apollo Skyler Samuels
Biography:
Trigger Warnings: arson and mentions of homicide
By definition a ‘golden child’ is a person amongst a populace who everyone seems to love no matter what. Every family has one whether they want the position or not, and Laurel Avington claimed that title the moment she was born. She was born on August 21st of the year 1993 as the sun first rose to kiss the horizon. Her cries heralded the new morning, and she screamed and wailed for everything she was worth. Her parents already had another child, another daughter, but she never seemed to be able to hold a candle to her baby sister. To say that Laurel was the light of her parent’s life appeared to be an understatement. She was just a light in general, at least, outwardly. Once her newborn cries were sated she gave ways to musical coos, and she the child that all the neighbors wished they had. If everyone else in the small town of Jefferson, Texas was living in black and white then she was in blaring color.
Sweet smiles and perfect yes mams were only a disguise however, and from the moment she discovered her free will Laurel realized just how much hate she was capable of feeling. She did the pageants her mother entered her in when she was younger and smiled during church on Sunday, but it all was a façade. Inside, she didn’t feel the warm glow that she let off. Inside she was brittle like the harsh rays of the sun that evade all and leave no stone unturned. She was unrelenting and unforgiving and no one had a clue. Jefferson was a small town, and everyone did the same things again and again. No one wanted more, and they seemed content with teen pregnancies and lukewarm beer being chugged in the back of a pickup.
Laurel had potential though, everyone told her so. She could sing and was seemingly a natural at picking up musical instruments. Her older sister, Carline, wasn’t much of anything and never had been. She was just like the others and every night Laurel would sit through an insufferable family dinner and wonder why they were all so content leading lives that would never amount to anything. Didn’t they want more for themselves? Didn’t they want their lives to matter? It felt like Laurel was the only one who felt that way though, and as she continued to age she kept up her shining exterior.
The only one of them Laurel could even tolerate was her father. He was nothing like her mother, who was all Southern Hospitality and sugary smiles. He wasn’t useless like Carline or judgmental like her grandmother. He was different, and Laurel clung to him like a lifeline. The two would sit in the sun, toes buried in the grass while he strummed on his guitar. He told Laurel to take her potential and channel it into something, and for that she was grateful. He got sick when she was thirteen, and a year later he was gone. Just like that. One day he was there and the next the only thing that was left of him was his coat draped over a chair and the fading scent of his aftershave. Something in her hardened after that. The sun will always rise in the morning and Laurel pushed on, ignoring her mother and counting the days until she could break free.
People loved her warm and bubbly personality, and she learned how to wield it like a weapon. She would shine a little light on those who didn’t bother her, but she’d burn any who stood in her way. She was known for being independent and strong, and even when she was meaning it was pegged as her being ‘feisty’. They laughed at what they didn’t understand, never knowing that with every laugh and trivial conversation a small part of her was burning up inside. The day she turned eighteen was the happiest day in her life, because she was sick of being the Laurel that everyone knew and loved. If they knew what really went on in her blonde head they’d find it wasn’t half as blissful as it seemed.
The day after graduation, Laurel packed up her guitar, her notebook and a few pieces of clothing. She wrote down her words and her feelings about her hometown and left them in a pile on the kitchen table. Slowly and methodically she traced a path around her house with gasoline and watched the liquid hit the hardwood. Her mother was asleep in her bed, Carline in her room doing nothing with her life. She drenched the notes last and watched the paper dampen and bend, as it got wet. She took all eighteen years of pent up diary entries and emotions and dropped a match onto them. Heat had never bothered her. In fact, kids at school used to have joked that she was coldblooded and always seeking the heat, as she’d crave warmth. She could touch matches and not feel the burn, and she stood in her house for as long as she could before grabbing her bag and running out the back door.
Laurel stood and watched the smoke stretch into the sky. She heard the snaps of the fire and felt the heat bite at her skin. Embers settled in her hair and for the first time in her life she felt the warmth. What was left of her father was gone. She had set him free from his prison and sacrificed what had been left. She was a phoenix, reborn from the ashes. Laurel Avington died in the fire with the rest of her pathetic family and an entirely new being composed not on sunshine and laughter but of piercing light walked until Jefferson was nothing more but a glow behind her. It wasn’t hard to get around. She was a pretty girl, and even though she was alone she wasn’t afraid. She’d hop rides from strangers until one day Savannah entered her view. She felt warmer when she entered it, and so she stayed. She’d been on the move for years, but this was the first place that seemed to feel right.
It didn’t take long after her arrival that her powers began to manifest themselves. It started with a man in a bar. He kissed her with lips tinted of alcohol. She felt that familiar warm flash wash over her, and right before her eyes he paled. Everything about her was on fire from her toes to the blood that boiled in her veins, and he looked like his life force had been sucked right from him. She took the opportunity to run, and three days later read his obituary in the news. He had died of an illness, one he had never had before. Laurel’s powers only seemed to strengthen after that. It always brought that warm feeling over her, and it always turned out the same. It was as if her touch was poison, each brush of skin on skin contacting transmitting a new virus. She was Typhoid Mary, and it was uncontrollable. Much to her great annoyance, it soon became apparent that she could see the diseases in people, even the ones that she did not create. A part of Laurel knew that there’s a reverse side to her power, and she took to exploring the depths of her abilities.
For someone who never really thought much of her character, it became apparent that Laurel was a judge of character. She loved the feeling of the sun on her skin, yet she often had to conceal herself, as she never knew what her touch would bring. To the innocent she brought healing, and to those who deserved it disease. The complex that had been growing in her since she was a child led her to get a job volunteering at the hospital, and all she had to do was brush her hand over a patient’s face in an apparent gesture of comfort. If they deserved it, they were healed. If they didn’t they would soon pass. She was known as a bit of a miracle worker, but Laurel always brushed it off. People were still looking for the good, unable to see that the sun was just as dangerous as it was beautiful.
Abilities:
Laurel’s power manifested itself rather quickly. At first, she thought she was only a harbinger of death as disease flowed from her fingertips. Over time she realized that she only could infect those who deserved it, and her touch could bring about healing to those who were innocent or didn’t deserve it. She remains covered for the most part as she doesn’t wish to randomly brush into people and infect them, and she’ll always notice the illnesses that a person carries as she sees it flows through their veins. I’d like to develop her to the point where she can cure and infect who she pleases, but it would take a while. She’d also be working on how strong her diseases were that she could infect people with. Giving someone arthritis is different than giving them something deadly.
LAUREL IS TAKEN AND PLAYED BY BLUE IN EST