TALK TAGIn the Greek town of Larissa, in the region of Thessaly, there is so much more than meets the eye. For some, it's just a small town with a fake myth surrounding it. For others, it's the true site of the war between the Gods and the Titans. For fifteen people, though, it's the town they grew up in and the town that made them become so much more than they ever thought they could be. Welcome to Larissa and enjoy your stay. mobile navigation var sc_project=12204297; var sc_invisible=1; var sc_security="fcf5dbf6"; var sc_https=1;
Well, I’m off work for the rest of the day and will be around both on my computer and mobile when I’m not. We have two skeletons open, POSEIDON & APHRODITE, both needed and desperately wanted!! With the plot drop being dropped, we’d love to have all the skeletons filled.
In saying that, I just wanted to let our members and those who are lurking or would like to be, that both of us admins here at REVIVAL are here to talk if anyone needs a listening ear! We understand that right now are trying times and not everything is particularly easy. If we can provide an escape and a smile, we hope to do that for you guys as we love you! Please, don’t hesitate to come to us if you feel!
We do have characters planned out for the future, it’s all about the appropriate time for the roleplay and the current characters in it! Don’t fret, when the time comes and the skeletons are to be posted, we will be posting about it, lovely! In the meantime we do have POSEIDON open!
       SUNDAY, LAST DAY OF LARISSA FAIR.
                            NEAR THE END OF THE BONFIRE.
As the embers flicker off the top of the bonfire, it all seems fairly normal --- if you ignore the dancing gods and nymphs, all surrounding the fire that marks the birth of the town of Larissa. Facts and mythology are intertwined in the one night where neither really matters to those that have attended the celebration. Fun, music, food and wine are all part of the last night of Larissa’s fair and many wish this night never came to an end.Â
Suddenly, time slows down so much so that everyone around you seems completely still ---- everything is so clear and yet unfocused. There’s silence around you, as you blink more and more as if trying to make everything around you less blurry. You noticed thin red lines connecting you to fourteen other people, all intertwined together. You’re all connected but you don’t know how or why.
It’s then that you notice that only you and those fourteen other people seem to be the only ones that are moving normally, breathing normally --- existing normally. You are the only ones aware that something is going on whilst everyone around you keeps... still. None of you can speak, though, no matter how much you try. None of you can move your feet, no matter how strong you are.Â
And then, there’s an incessant and loud ringing. You cover your ears to try and make it hurt less but to no avail; it’s all around you. Even though you can’t see the other fourteen, you know that you are not going through this alone. For a few seconds, the ringing is all you can hear. Then it stops and for a few heartbeats, your ears have some peace.Â
You think it’s all over but before your chest can rest in relief, someone starts speaking. No... not someone. You look around and see no one but your brothers in arms. There’s no one there but the fifteen of you. It’s hard to tell but you’re sure there are three disembodied voices, all speaking in unison and yet with such distinguishing tones.Â
                       Fifteen essences shall answer the call
                            Or otherwise, doom us all
                      To return the four the golden mantle stole
                          For the pit never releases a soul
                   Poison runs through Larissa since their return
                           Olympus will stand tall or burn
They were monotone and they spoke only once yet their words replay inside your mind once more. Suddenly, you hear more ringing, this time so much louder. Before you can process the whole thing, everything has gone back to normal and, for a few moments, you feel like something has sucked the energy out of you. You stand in the middle of the crowd; people are walking normally again and the bonfire no longer moves in slow motion. You look around to see the exact same look of confusion on the fourteen faces that experienced the same thing you did.
No matter who you are, no matter who the others around you are, there’s one question that plagues your mind as it does theirs: what does this all mean?
There it is — our first plot drop! We are so, so excited to start this rollercoaster with you. It’s going to be a long journey and this is just the start. We’ve laid out what has happened to the characters at the bonfire and we can’t wait to see how your characters react to it! This occurence is now canon, so don’t forget! Go wild with the plots! You are not limited by what we wrote and we want to see you guys take it and mold it. Try and branch out, feel free to plot a series of actions beyond what you read, with anyone you like! We anticipate this plot’s aftermath to last a while as characters put the prophecy together. Don’t hesitate to use the conspiracy theories channel ;) and if you have any questons or notice something that doesn’t quite add up (it happens to the best of us!) let us know!
The event will come to an end on Monday morning GMT and a post will be made then to signal it. Until then, feel free to start new threads both involving the fair and now the bonfire + plot drop! Just keep in mind that any thread that happens after the bonfire will have to feature this plot drop!
If you have any questions, please send them to either the main or the members questions channel!
GOD OF FIRE, METALWORKING, STONE MASONRY, FORGES, THE ART OF SCULPTURE, TECHNOLOGY, AND BLACKSMITHS.
You’ve inherited the Olympian’s PEACEFUL ATTITUDE but also their BITTERNESS.
NAME: Ursa Avramidi
AGE: Twenty-nine
OCCUPATION: Biomedical engineer
PLACE OF BIRTH: Larissa, Greece
GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cis Female & She/her
FACECLAIM: Lily James
ABILITY: METAL MANIPULATION
They can create, shape and manipulate metal, a material which features good electrical and thermal conductivity. They are able to use their power to return the metal to its original shape and/or controlling it even under these forces: Melt under extreme heat, freezing, or when the metal is rusted after being exposed to water. Distance, mass and precision depend upon their knowledge, skill, and strength, and they may be limited to manipulating the metal which makes up their bodies.
PLAYED BY LOLA.
ABOUT:
(tw: mental illness)
i.  Ursa Avramidi is born into a family plagued with misfortune. From her grandfather, who lost a leg during the second world war, to her uncle, a man struggling with his own inner demons on a day to day basis. And finally, her mother, Amalia, a waitress with a grand dream of leading roles and red carpets. These clashing personalities shared a roof, begrudgingly, on the very outskirts of Larissa. And it is this house that Ursa grows up in. She doesn’t sense the strangeness of the situation. She doesn’t know she’s supposed to have a father, that she was supposed to cling to her mother as she does, instead, to her grandmother. The woman is sweet and warm, perhaps the only source of warmth in the dysfunctional family. She is gentle and kind, always making time for Ursa, always taking her out to the garden when her mother and grandfather begin their screaming matches. Always reading to her when her uncle’s mood plummets rapidly, divert her attention from his bloodshot eyes moments after the ordeal. Her grandmother tries, desperately, to bring Ursa stability. For a long while, it works. But Ursa is observant. She soon learns to spot a polite smile on her uncle’s face, to filter out her grandfather’s ramblings of the war. To see Amalia never kisses her goodbye. To see she is unwanted.
ii.  Ursa Avramidi has fire in her veins, a yearning. She takes apart the telephone, to see where the sound comes from. She watches her uncle fix up the car, asking to assist once she’s older, to see what makes it run. She wants to know how things are made, how they work. Curiosity births creativity, and soon, she is always tinkering. Slaving away hours upon hours, building volcanoes and rockets for her school projects, the zeal with which she produces them lost on no one. Ursa is an inventor, a natural talent. Rube-Goldberg machines are set up in her room, ones her grandparents take a great liking to. Whereas most teenagers would fill their walls with posters of pop and movie stars, Ursa fills hers with blueprints. She meets Amalia in the kitchen on late nights when she returns from a late shift and Ursa takes a break from her latest project. Robotics, her mother narrows her eyes, why robotics of all things. Ursa pretends she doesn’t care for the disapproving tone. She never shows her any of her projects.
iii.  Ursa is one of the few girls in her class. Choosing biomedical engineering as her university major came as a surprise to no one, perhaps moving far away from home as well. She had worked for it - in a repair shop, as well as academically, earning a scholarship. There are only two who see her off at the airport. Her grandfather is long gone, having passed on during her high school days. Her mother is absent, probably auditioning once again, an endeavor doomed to fail. Ursa pretends she isn’t hurt. University distracts her soon enough, bringing new opportunities and freedom the girl couldn’t have dreamed of. She has a few good friends, her reserved nature restricting her in socialization. However, Ursa is kind, never cold, never dismissive. She volunteers, she dreams of bettering the lives of others. Creating jewelry for her friends, from rings to earrings crafted from metal. Learning about prosthetics, how they could have benefitted her grandfather during his life. She volunteers, with the red cross, at a local animal clinic, where Ursa, oddly enough, falls in love with no dog or cat, but chameleons. She follows a routine- wake up, go to class, volunteer, study- and her life finally has structure and purpose.
iv.  Ursa comes home abruptly when her grandmother passes away. The funeral is held on a sunny, summer day when it is far too hot to wear black, but the inventor cannot help but think she would have wanted it that way. Her uncle isn’t present. The loss of his mother had sent him spiraling, all the way back to a hospital room and monitoring. His sister, though, perhaps out of pure desperation, or the pure sense of loneliness reaches out. She finally pays attention to Ursa, listens, or at least, pretends to. But her daughter has been hurt one too many times, and on a day as difficult as that one, she explodes. Ursa, through tears and swears, tells her mother to finally leave her, her burden.  They stand far apart from each other at the ceremony, Ursa’s sadness brewing into pure bitterness for her mother, for the cards life had dealt her.
v. Â Ursa claws her way to the top. Graduating with honors, she returns to Larissa, lured back with a job offer from the general hospital. Designing and upkeeping their biomedical equipment by the day, tinkering away (just like old times) in her workshop any other time, her only company her chameleon friend, Thalia. A loner in every sense of the word, she finds peace in her career, in creating jewelry, in riding her motorcycle. She ignores the bitter hatred she holds for her family, the lack of value she places upon herself, her pessimistic view of life. Really, life is strange and unpredictable, whether she likes it or not.
ABILITY OVERVIEW:
It happened when she was creating earrings for a colleague of hers. The woman, Agapi, was enamored by Ursa’s handcrafted earrings, and who was she to turn down a girl as sweet as her. The hour was late and she began to curse herself for making the design so intricate, believing it a miracle she had bent the metal in the first place. But then, just when her frustration was reaching a breaking point, the steel moved into shape - not by Ursa touching it, but on its own. The engineer sat there, dumbfounded. Moments later, she rose from her chair, declaring her sleep-deprived state is causing her to hallucinate.
It happened again the next morning. Bending a spoon out of shape? Nothing too difficult. Bending a wrench out of shape with the sheer force of will? Ursa had to take the tool to her neighbor to confirm that it was, indeed, bent, and not a hallucination. She was promptly forced to lie on the spot, making a hasty escape to her home, leaving her motorcycle unattended. There was no logical explanation for this.
Once she moved on from her initial shock, Ursa resorted to her nature. She wanted to know how she was doing this, the mechanism of her newfound powers. She spent days practicing, bending thin rods from all kinds of metals, soft and hard, into balls and shapes, finding the softer alloys and pure metals much easier to bend, allowing her to create even precise, intricate forms with delicate movements of her hands.
She isn’t sure of the full extent of her power, but what she knows for sure is that she cannot fear it, but must rather understand it. Ursa plans on experimenting, dedicating her time to researching the properties of her abilities. Currently, she had managed to shape metals, as well as melt soft alloys and pure metals. Â
Sorry for the delay on acceptances everyone! We took an hour and a half to do them, but our slow butts were so enthralled and intrigued reading everything that we discussed it all! We’re so excited that acceptances are over. The both of us can’t believe the amazing members we’ve been blessed with. All we can say is we love our little family <3. But... You know what that means? The plot drop is coming your way and all I can say is, get ready.
AND WHAT ARE WE MEANT TO DO, WHEN OUR BLOOD BECOMES GOLD? Congratulations! Are you ready for this new chapter?
WORDS FROM THE TITANS: We can’t believe we have a full roster again! We’re so very excited to have Hephaestus and Poseidon back with us and I know our wonderful members can’t wait either! We’d like to apologize for the delay as well!
LARISSA’S GUIDEBOOK: You have 48 HOURS to make your account and submit it to us through our ask. If you need more time than that, please let us know for we will reopen the role otherwise. Make sure to follow the CHECKLIST steps so you can be prepared for what awaits you. Congratulations and enjoy your stay!
Congrats LOLA! You’ve been accepted as HEPHAESTUS, ursa avramidi.
the way the biography was written, we found ourselves connecting with the character so well!! the connection with the grandmother really pulled at our heartstrings!!! we loved it so much!!!! honestly, lily james wasn’t an fc we imagined for hephaestus but reading this?? we got so excited and we realized, maybe lILY JAMES IS PERFECT OK!!
Congrats BELLA! You’ve been accepted as POSEIDON, dara camille chey.Â
okay but the plot twist near the end there????? yeah that one??? had us both gasping over our call. we were like OMG YES PLS!!!! we thought you grasped the character and the abilities and honestly a thief??? can’t go wrong with that. especially one who’s running from their past. we’re so excited to see data on the dash.
Guess who woke up far too early when she had no reason to? This girl! Just making a little post to let our lurkers know that we’ll be holding acceptances for POSEIDON & HEPHAESTUS in a little under 7 HOURS, at 4PM GMT/12PM EST, so there’s still a bit of time if you want to apply! We’re going to post our very first plot drop, which will kickstart a lot of stuff, so if you want to be part of that party, give this place a look and send in an app! I’ll be on and off throughout the day if you need anything.
Hello hello! We’re going to hold acceptances for our remaining two open skeletons — POSEIDON & HEPHAESTUS — tomorrow, Friday, at 4PM GMT/12PM EST. We’re in the middle of our first event and we post our first plot drop tomorrow after acceptances so if you want to be a part of that, you should give this place a look and send in a cool app!
While I avoid my responsibilities by watching vines on youtube, why don’t you check this place out? We’re holding acceptances for our two open skeletons — POSEIDON & HEPHAESTUS — tomorrow, Friday, at 4PM GMT/12PM EST so you have until then to send in an application if you want to be here for our very first plot drop! I’ll be on and off throughout the day (doing my replies and writing the plot drop), so if you need anything, don’t hesitate to message the main!
Wow it’s been a wild couple of days for me, travelling for family & running around, but now I get to stay home and start our “isolation work routine”, yeehaw! I hope everyone is staying safe out there and taking the proper precautions! On a lighter note, who’s excited for this coming Friday? I know I am with the upcoming plot drop! In saying that, we have two open skeletons  POSEIDON & HEPHAESTUS we’d love to see filled and on our dash! So, if you want to be in our little family of rag tag nerf herders, come on down! (Think of this in like a circus person voice ok? So you can feel my vibes).
Anywhoo, ya girl is on for the rest of the evening to answer any and all questions!
Hello tag lurkers! If you like greek mythology and a roleplay on the smaller side, look no further! We’re in the middle of our very first event and we’re going to post our first plot drop on Friday. Before that, though, we will also be holding acceptances for our two open skeletons —  POSEIDON & HEPHAESTUS — so if you want to be on for the plot drop, you have until 4PM GMT/12PM EST this Friday to send in your application! I’ll be on and off throughout the evening if you need me.
Just a little admin note to tell our lurkers that we will close the submit for the next acceptances — for POSEIDON & HEPHAEUSTUS — at 4PM GMT/12PM EST, on Friday, March 20th. There’s still time to send in an application! We will be posting our plot drop a couple of hours after we post our acceptances so if you want to be part of that, this is your opportunity!Â
