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 Posted: Thu Jul 07, 2011 6:35 pm
Hades King of the Underworld and Greek God of Death, the Dead, and Mineral Wealth
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Posted: Sat Jul 09, 2011 1:43 pm
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ｏ ｇｒｅａｔ ↘↘
Hades - King of the Underworld and Greek God of Death, the Dead, and Mineral Wealth
ｈｅｓｉｏｄ ｈａｓ ｃａｌｌｅｄ ｍｅ ｔｈｉｓ ↘↘
Hesiod was a very smart man when he came up with my epithets. Nothing idiotic or anything of the like. So when the mortals didn't refer to me as Hades, they referred to me as one of these: Aidoneus, Aides (the unseen), Pluto (the rich one), Ditis Pater, Dis Pater, Dis (all meaning the rich one), Orcus (killer), Polydectes (the receiver of many), Clymenus (the Illustrious), and Eubulus (the giver of good counsel). I am also known as "the one of many names." Obviously.
ｉｔ ｓｈｏｕｌｄ ｂｅ ｏｂｖｉｏｕｓ ↘↘
Male. Anyone with even half a brain could figure that out.
ｉｔ ｄｏｅｓ ｈｅｌｐ ｗｉｔｈ ｔｈｅ ｍｏｒｔａｌｓ ↘↘
I may be the god of death, but I look just as young and healthy as any of those arrogant brothers of mine. The form I prefer at the moment is as an Italian man in my early thirties, standing at five feet and ten inches tall. Intimidating, but not too much so. Of course, I have gifted myself with an extravagant six pack. I mean, why not? I am a god and am going to damn well look like it. I have short, honey blonde hair and sometimes a neatly trimmed beard that just reaches past the square of my jaw. Surprised? Don't be. My eyes are are the deepest of blacks, and they have been known to show how a person or someone close to them will die. So, try not to look in them, for the sake of your own sanity. I'm muscular, to say the least, but in a wiry sort of way, not with the bulging biceps some of my brethren are known to proudly show. I look graceful and confident, just the type to romance a lady into my arms. And as for clothes, I can usually be found wearing a suit jacket over a turtleneck sweater, slacks, and loafers. I don't give a damn what Persephone says about my taste; I will wear whatever I like. Anyhow, I always carry my Helm of Darkness with me, especially since the time when Ares stole it. It's usually disguised as a black watch on my wrist, killing two birds with one stone when I need to know the time of day.
ｂｏｗ ｄｏｗｎ↘↘
I am more popularly known as King of the Underworld. Yes, such a place exists, but it's rare that the living has ever visited my home. I train Cerberus very well. And as for deities, I am the god of death and the dead, as well as mineral wealth. Zeus made me the richest god to apologize for sticking me underground with all those dead, moaning souls. I believe I can safely say it was the worst deal that has ever been made.
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Posted: Sat Jul 09, 2011 1:51 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxTHEtree'sLEAVESareTORNlikeOURhistory  ｃａｎ'ｔ ｌｉｖｅ ｗｉｔｈｏｕｔ ｔｈｅｍ ↘↘ As much I hate to say it, you have no idea how much I do, but Kronos is my father. Yes, the same man who swallowed his children, including myself, in fear that we may some day overthrow him and take his throne. Growing up with the smells of a titan's digested food was never exactly the childhood I imagined. But my mother Rhea, bless her eternal heart, traded baby Zeus with a rock when it came time for our father's last godly meal. When Zeus grew up, he fed Kronos some kind of potion to make daddy dearest disgorge us all, and then cut up the man with his own scythe. Honestly, I am glad all that happened, but I just wish it were me who did the the saving of his siblings, seeing as I ws the oldest of the lot. Zeus was treated as a hero afterwards, thus he was crowned King of the Greek Gods. It was the timing I tell you, the timing! ｐｌａｙｉｎｇ ｎｉｃｅ ↘↘ My siblings. That is the worst an insult from me can get. So, you would like to know what cursed offspring I share parents with? There is Zeus (the arrogant one), Poseidon (the indecisive one), Hera (the insufferable one), Demeter (the give-me-my-daughter-back one), and Hestia (I have nothing against this one except for the fact that she is my sister). ｈａｖｉｎｇ ｍｙ ｅｙｅｓ ↘↘ It is rare for me to sire any children, but I do have them, at any rate. There is the Erinyes, Zagreus, Melinoe, Makaria, and of course, the di Angelo siblings. ｈｅａｒｔ ｈｅａｒｔ ↘↘ I am married to Persephone, the goddess of spring. And no, I did not abduct her. I simply whisked her away from that field so I could court her in the comfort of my home in the Underworld. Anyone who tells you otherwise will have to answer to me, and honestly, they really don't want that. ｂｒｅａｋｉｎｇ ａｒｍｓ↘↘ I would want my younger brothers, Zeus and Poseidon, thrown off Mt. Olympus, while watching the fall for ten days with a front row seat and for a finale, having them crash into the sea would do quite nicely. They are arrogant, obnoxious, and hardly ever sympathetic. And also, seeing as they're my brothers, it's only natural for me to say such a thing. There's also Hermes - he angers me like no one else. First, there is the stealing of course. Then, on occasion, he pulls a few pranks, using his advantage as one of the only gods that may enter and exit my kingdom in one piece. I live for the day when I may teach him a lesson not to mess with me.
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Posted: Sat Jul 09, 2011 2:17 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxLIVEforeverWITHme ｗａｎｔ ｔｈｅｍ ↘↘ There are many things I like. I do grudgingly admit that Dionysus knew what he was doing when he created wine; I prefer red wine the most. And no, I do not get as drunk as the god who created it! I am also a fan of music, although I have more jazz tunes and opera songs on my iPod than other types. I have taken a strange liking to mortal Italian women, although it is very rare I sire any children from them. I am quite faithful to Persephone, though I can hardly say the same for my younger brothers. I adore the few demigod children I do have however, but, ah, just don't tell Persephone that. She might unleash spring on them and believe me, it isn't a pretty sight. As for mortal pleasures, I enjoy playing fetch with my three-headed dog Cerberus. He really is quite a playful pup. ｇｏ ｄｉｅ ↘↘ There are quite a few things in the world that are not my cup of tea. Contrary to popular belief, I do not like the dead. They moan too much about dying and all that; they just refuse to deal with the fact that they are now dead. And they take up space in my kingdom. Daedalus is working on controlling traffic and whatnot, so it's being dealt with, meaning the future deceased will not have as many problems as the current. I do not like being disrespected. You either remain level-headed in my presence, or else you might just find yourself a permanent residence with all the other unfortunate souls in the place I call my home. Another thing I despise is that Disney movie, Hercules. They portray me as a villain with blue flames for hair and two idiotic servants! I do not look a thing like that and my real servants, the Furies, are much more competent than the ones in that pathetic excuse for a movie. They didn't even study the inner workings of my kingdom very well. Honestly, it was an absolute pile of rubbish, so of course it was a big hit. Thus, anyone who brings up that movie receives no mercy from me. Another thing: I really do not like being stolen from. I cannot tell you how many times that meddlesome god Hermes has broken into my palace and stolen a candle, or something of the like, just to prove that he could. Insufferable. And lastly, I do not like the Olympians. They think they're so high and mighty just because they live above ground and I'm forced to live down in the Underworld with all those dead souls they find so disturbing. They should be thanking me. I could very well let the dead loose and allow them to wreak havoc on the living, but, seeing as I am such a nice god, I do not. Unappreciative jerks. ｈａｖｉｎｇ ｐｅｒｋｓ ↘↘ First point: I am not evil. Everyone just believes I am due to the fact that I am a bit bitter and was said to kidnap Persephone. (I did not abduct her, I simply whisked her away!) And after all, evil is just a matter of perspective, and everyone has a bit of it inside of them. So if you label me as evil, then I can label you as a hypocrite. I am modest, compared to my siblings. As I have said before, I am also bitter, moody, and misunderstood. Very misunderstood. I can be cruel if I am disrespected or not obeyed. What would you expect - a god to be okay with such things? No, seeing as I am an immortal, I wish to be treated as such. And if not, well, I have my ways of torture ... Er, did I say torture? I meant persuasion. But I digress. I am actually quite caring towards my children. I sire very few, and I truly do love the women I have them with. I am intelligent, thoughtful, and very helpful when it comes to a good cause. I respect those with traits such as courage and bravery. As generous as I am, during the few times I leave my humble abode below ground, I may share a bit of my wealth with the mortals that deserve it. I've never heard of Zeus or Poseidon doing such a thing. Tis' why it is a good thing I was granted as the god of wealth as well; I am positive that my brothers would have gotten even larger swelled heads than the ones they already possess. ｇｏｉｎｇ ｂａｃｋ ↘↘Well, it all began before my birth, when a prophecy was delivered to a certain Titan, my father. It stated that one of the sons he would bear with Rhea would one day overthrow him. Paranoid and as idiotic as he was for believing he could prevent a prophecy, Kronos swallowed his children, the gods. And he didn't just swallow Poseidon and I, he also ate Hera, Hestia, and Demeter for good measure. Being immortal, we still grew and developed as usual, save for the fact being we were in the stomach of our father. But my mother Rhea had never been one for having her children swallowed by that impulsive husband of hers. So when it came time for baby Zeus to be eaten, she switched him with a rock in blankets. Kronos couldn't even tell the difference, so settled himself down, assuming he had put a stop to the prophecy. Moron. This notion kept him at bay as Zeus grew to adulthood, and he took his sweet time too. Finally, one day he came to visit Kronos and fed him some sort of potion that made him regurgitate us all. I am grateful I wasn't able to stick around and wait for that particular liquid to be digested. Thus began the the war of the Titans, also called the Titanomachia.
We fought with the Titans for ten long, hard years. I was beginning to think this battle might last for all eternity, but no, it did not. It was in that tenth year that Gaia prophesied a victory for the gods if Zeus were to secure the prisoners from Tartarus as his allies. Desperate for a quick end to the war, he killed the jail-keeper Kampe and freed the Cyclopes. In return, they gave him lightning, thunder, as well as the legendary master bolt. They also made Poseidon his trident and my beloved Helm of Darkness, so I suppose they weren't that bad. Together, and armed with our new weapons, my brothers and I defeated the Titans, locked them up in Tartarus, slicing Kronos up in the process, and had the Hekatonkheires guard them.
Now that the Titans were stuffed away in that eternal hellhole, us gods wee the new rulers of the universe. Seeing as Zeus, Poseidon, and I were the ones to actually defeat the Titans, we drew slots for the cosmos. Zeus, as you well know, was given the sky and crowned the King of the Greek gods. It was nothing more than pure luck. Poseidon drew the sea, but never seemed to be very happy with it. People say I'm the bad guy, but he's always rebelling against Zeus to trade slots. I, on the other hand, got the Underworld, and everything that came with it. I'm not exactly tickled pink about it, but I can't say I can complain. As aforementioned, Poseidon is the whiny one, not me.
There are not many stories about me, but there is one in particular that has made me famous over the generations; "The Rape of Persephone," as everyone seems to call it. Now, before you start pointing fingers, let me explain what really happened. The Underworld is a lonely place by anyone's standards, so pardon me for desiring a wife to keep me company. And yes, I know there are more dead souls in my kingdom than I can count, but they don't count as company. All they ever do is moan about their lives; so insecure, they are. After a bit of buttering him up, I asked Zeus if there was a daughter he could spare and he replied that I could have Persephone if I wished, but that the goddess' mother Demeter surely would not approve. With Zeus' suggestion in mind, I found my dear Persephone in a field on one of my very rare visits aboveground, fell in love, and so whisked her away then and there, afraid I would never get an opportunity as convenient as then. Truth be told, I feel she liked being in my company and being away from her overprotective mother. Distraught, Demeter searched everywhere for her precious daughter until Helios ruined my reputation, claiming that I had "abducted" her. I whisked her away people! Anyways, Demeter was enraged, enough so that nothing flourished, and Zeus was forced to listen to the mortal's hungry pleas, asking for me to return the goddess of spring. I graciously complied, but before Persephone was due to leave, she wandered into my garden, eating a few pomegranate seeds as she went. Now, seeing as she'd eaten the food from the Underworld, she wasn't allowed to leave. It was the Fates' rule, not mine. Zeus negotiated that Persephone stay with me for a third of each year, and remain with her mother for the rest. Demeter and I agreed, and so winter is created during the time allotted for Persephone to stay with me in the Underworld. And those mortal scientists attempt to explain the seasons with some gibberish about the tilt of the earth. Humph.
It is rare I allow anyone living to enter my kingdom and back again, but there have been a few times. For example, there was a son of Apollo, Orpheus, who was grieving over the death of his wife Eurydice and had decided to come to the Underworld to see if I was feeling merciful. You could say that I was impressed with his bravery, and so I allowed him to plead his case before my wife and I. He played and sang so beautifully, we were touched. So I agreed that he could take his wife back, but on one condition: he must walk in front of her and not look back until they had both made it aboveground. It was a fair deal, but Orpheus, in his anxiety looked back to make sure his wife was following. Since this went against my condition, his wife returned back to the Underworld forever, and I refused to give him a second chance after disobeying my order.
Then there was Herakles, or Hercules, as some might call him. His twelfth labor was to take my beloved three-headed dog Cerberus. He prepared himself for the journey by visiting the Eleusinian Mysteries, learning a few handy pieces of information. He went to a cave in Taenarum in Laconia in order to enter my kingdom. Now, I am a very generous god, and had wanted to see what the boy could do, so I said he could, on one condition of course: he could only take Cerberus by overpowering him with brute strength. I also made him swear my dog wouldn't get hurt, but you get the point. Herakles went off to find him and subdued him, wrestling him to the ground, forcing Cerberus to submit. And to all of those wondering, Herakles returned him to me, where he is still loyally guarding the gates to the Underworld. Just ah, try not to mention Herakles around him. The wound to his pride still hurts.+
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Posted: Sat Jul 09, 2011 2:21 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxWRAPPINGthisUP ｔｕｎｅｓ ↘↘ I have two theme songs, to be exact. The more upbeat of the two is "Land of the Dead," by Voltaire, the other a tad more slower, one "Pretty Woman," by Sweeney Todd. ｒａｉｎｂｏｗｓ ↘↘ I have struck a fondness towards the colors MidnightBlue and LightSlateGray. ｔｈｅ ｍｏｒｔａｌ ↘↘ xX_Shining_Stars_Xx is a mortal that would make me feel a tad bit sorrowful to see as another lone soul in my kingdom. Just a bit.
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Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2011 3:29 pm
 ☠ ○ → Nella fantasia io vedo un mondo giusto, li tutti vivono in pace e in onestà. Io sogno d'anime che sono sempre libere, come le nuvole che volano, pien' d'umanità in fondo all'anima. Nella fantasia io vedo un mondo chiaro, li anche la notte è meno oscura. Io sogno d'anime che sono sempre libere, come le nuvole che volano. Nella fantasia esiste un vento caldo, che soffia sulle città, come amico. Io sogno d'anime che sono sempre libere, come le nuvole che volano, pien' d'umanità in fondo all'anima.Nella fantasia io vedo un mondo giusto, li tutti vivono in pace e in onestà. Io sogno d'anime che sono sempre libere, come le nuvole che volano, pien' d'umanità in fondo all'anima. Nella fantasia io vedo un mondo chiaro, li anche la notte è meno oscura. Io sogno d'anime che sono sempre libere, come le nuvole che volano. Nella fantasia esiste un vento caldo, che soffia sulle città, come amico. Io sogno d'anime che sono sempre libere, come le nuvole che volano, pien' d'umanità in fondo all'anima.
Nella fantasia io vedo un mondo giusto, li tutti vivono in pace e in onestà. Io sogno d'anime che sono sempre libere, come le nuvole che volano, pien' d'umanità in fondo all'anima. Nella fantasia io vedo un mondo chiaro, li anche la notte è meno oscura. Io sogno d'anime che sono sempre libere, come le nuvole che volano. Nella fantasia esiste un vento caldo, che soffia sulle città, come amico. Io sogno d'anime che sono sempre libere, come le nuvole che volano, pien' d'umanità in fondo all'anima.Nella fantasia io vedo un mondo giusto, li tutti vivono in pace e in onestà. Io sogno d'anime che sono sempre libere, come le nuvole che volano, pien' d'umanità in fondo all'anima. Nella fantasia io vedo un mondo chiaro, li anche la notte è meno oscura. Io sogno d'anime che sono sempre libere, come le nuvole che volano. Nella fantasia esiste un vento caldo, che soffia sulle città, come amico. Io sogno d'anime che sono sempre libere, come le nuvole che volano, pien' d'umanità in fondo all'anima.« ooc : ☣ : Make your comment here! »
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