Name: Lou Longhand
Being: God (Lugh)
Occupation: Owner and Proprietor of The Public House
Traits: Foul-mouthed, Spoiling for a Fight, Charming
Headcanons:
Still has an Irish accent despite being in America for nearly three centuries
Has a hoard of gold and treasure that he's spent centuries collecting in hopes that he might one day present it to The Dagda for redemption
Rolls his own cigarettes--that's not a joint, thank you very much, that's fine tobacco
Bio:
When you lived as long as Lou, your history goes a bit fuzzy around the edges, but he remembers this much:
He was born of Ireland. Of the rolling green hills and the rich forests and the smell of sweet cream on the breeze. He was a king, once, and a god, before that. Godking of the fertile land he called home, with a name that invoked honor and oathkeeping.
The years went by and The Church descended upon Eire. A priest of that invading God sought to build a house of worship on his land and he put a stop to it. Killed a man of a faith. But not before being cursed--his death would come on the tip of a spear ran through him, just as he'd inflicted upon the priest.
His own gods were still powerful, brought him visions of his death the night before a battle. Like a coward, he fled from the fray. The Morrigan cursed him to wander the world as a madman for his transgression, as untethered and transient as a bird. He lost sense of himself, of time, of place...
And as more years went by and the old ways faded, the Godking once known as Lugh roamed Ireland as a cursed sort of faerie, only invoked by small children playing games and the odd devotee that kept pagan traditions.
It was one of those believers who dragged him across the Atlantic to America. But she forgot him promptly upon arrival and he's been puttering around the continent for the last three hundred years or so, finding scraps of worship where he can--spillover from St. Patrick's day, the occasional neopagan that gets a ritual right, a bit of praise teased from a lover's tongue.
Most recently, he finished a series of outlandish tasks for another of his godly colleagues stuck here in the world's great big melting pot. It earned him his godhood back, even if it didn't wipe his slate clean. So now he calls Goodluck home. Runs a little pub where he can make the rules. Relies on dear @ruby-hampton to keep the place running. And dreams forever and ever of the rolling green hills and rich forests he'll never see again.
Since the eclipse earlier in the week, residents of Goodluck have observed strange animal behavior and curious weather-related phenomena. But as odd as it's been, none of it interrupted their day-to-day lives.
...Until a tourist on a road trip uploaded a video that she'd captured while passing through Goodluck and the damn thing went viral. All it shows is two short, pale figures, bearded and holding hands as they dart away from the road into the tree-line. But something about their eyes has people unsettled, so now news stations and self-professed cryptozoologists are nosing around town, demanding answers.
Most of the fine people of Goodluck are irritated, stuck dealing with absurd inquiries from conspiracy theorists when they've got better things to do. But others want answers as well.
What the hell is roaming out in the woods?
(All town plot drops are meant to provide context and be a possible inciting incident. Participation is entirely optional. Your characters don't have to engage in any threads that address it, but it's still going on around them.)
No injuries reported as a result of the eclipse. Local optometrists commend Goodluck on observing proper precaution.
The moon’s course persists unchanged despite Doomsday warnings, and global tides remain constant. But since totality, the following nocturnal creatures have begun exhibiting odd behaviors:
Big and little brown bats
Coyotes
Opossums
Screech owls
Spring peepers
Above animals now make calls at dawn instead of dusk and seem marginally less cautious around people. While not believed to be rabid or ill, wildlife should still be treated with discretion.
In addition, noonday sun has taken on a yellow tint. No air pollution reported.
Name: Ruby Hampton
Being: Human
Occupation: Manager at The Public House
Traits: Practical, Responsible, Private
Headcanons:
Misses her ex, but she'd rather die than admit it.
Has engaged in some flirting with Lou, but it's largely banter - both appear to understand it's best not to try more than that.
Tends to be solitary and lonely outside of work. She has her routine and seems to be either fine with it or waiting for a reason to change.
Bio:
Born and raised in Goodluck, a high school sweetheart gave Ruby her surname. She'd been all lined up for the move from student council to city council, her family impressed that a girl aspired to such things in little ol' Goodluck.
She served well on the council…Then her husband left her; chasing his mistress to California. And everything went to shit.
Legal fees ate what their house sold for, and Ruby needed a job immediately to afford even her crappy apartment. She absolutely couldn't afford to campaign to remain on the city council, opponents gleefully using her divorce as smear bait.
Thank god Lou appeared, in need of employees for the bar he'd just purchased. She found him incredibly odd, but he offered the best pay in town and didn't seem like a lech. There were worse jobs.
These days Ruby is the one who does the practical work to run the bar. Keeping payroll in order, restocking supplies, bribing the lawmen to look the other way - and sometimes playing nurse when Lou gets out of control.
Name: Erik Doukas
Being: God (Eros)
Occupation: Matchmaker
Traits: Flirty, Outgoing, Friendly
Headcanons:
Very friendly, flirty, and non-committal when it comes to relationships. He’d never turn down some fun and he'll never ghost you, but he might not stay past breakfast (he will cook you breakfast though).
Likes to watch sports, but not participate - the exception is, of course, swimming.
He wants to rescue a dog very badly, but worries he won’t be home as much as a pet would require. So he donates to local shelters instead.
Bio:
Erik is a man of way too many words. Outgoing and social, there's not a person in Goodluck he wouldn't stop to chat with. Nothing ever seems to bring him down, either, and whether someone finds his positivity infectious or annoying, it's certainly powerful. His winning smile never seems condescending; Erik genuinely cares about the lives of the other residents. He's always eager to help out where people need.
He has to, as the town matchmaker.
With a rumored wild love life of his own, you'd think he'd be celebrating constantly - but what the townsfolk don't know is that those rumors are just that, and Erik never seems to settle for a reason.
Tucked away in the Appalachian mountains, Goodluck’s no stranger to the odd miracle and unexplained phenomenon. Some folks think it’s a layline intersection. Others say it’s a portal to another dimension. Hell, according to conspiracy, everything from the Holy Grail to the damn Stargate’s buried under City Hall. But most residents will assure you—it’s just a quirky little American town.
We do! We basically treat tumblr like the canon receptacle to keep things organized and archive-able, so that's where standard threads are written back and forth. But discord is totally open to in-character stuff, and any IC interaction that happens on discord that you want to treat as "canon" material, you post it to tumblr.
Most channels are hidden until you apply and are accepted, but our general chat is public so folks can check it out: Goodluck Discord
Hey there! Quick question - would you accept a character embodying Cerberus, or the Minotaur? Not quite demigods, but god-adjacent, haha. Thanks for your time!
Absolutely. As long as the character has a human form/face claim to present as, then that totally works! I mean hell, one guy's a leprechaun, lol. For the sake of classification in the application, we'd consider the character a demigod, but each character can have whatever relationship to godliness or humanness you like!