#demigodskel

the golden~

NAME. UTP AGE & BIRTH DATE. 25+ SPECIES. Spartoi OCCUPATION. UTP

They told you that you were nothing, that the magic you were born with was a fluke. Abandoned on the steps of a coven doomed to fall, you were raised at the mercy of a man who someday turned himself into a monster. You could see the fractures that formed at even a young age, though at the time you had nothing to compare it to. Blood spilled in hallowed halls, treasonous words whispered in the dark, you knew it was wrong but this coven was your family - the only family you’d ever have. You stayed because it was your duty to stay, and you did what you had to do in order for you and your siblings to survive. When your regent died by his own selfish ambition your family’s reputation was left in tatters, decades have passed since then and with your bare hands you rebuilt the very thing that was left in shambles. But better this time. You saw those with nowhere to go, the lost, the scared, and the afraid and you loved them each just the same. Fate found you and gave you the chance to start over, to bequeath your legacy of righteousness onto the next and shine forward into the next stage of glory. Golden scales and gilded wings, the darkness of your bloodline would end with you.

The Promethean~

NAME. UTP AGE & BIRTH DATE. 3,000+ & UTP SPECIES. Demigod ( Avariel ) ABILITIES. Biokinesis + 1 Secondary Ability OCCUPATION. UTP

Architect of humanity, the first iteration of creations came with two heads, four arms, and four legs. Fearing their power, Ulthar ordered your design to be split into two. Designed with the intention that they would feed the Gods, Eden’s architects decreed that your claymade designs would have no free thought of their own. They would not want to wander the borders, they would think of nothing but how they might serve divinity, and to this you could not abide. Your crime was theft and treason, you stole from Ulthar himself a sacred flame and embedded it in the hearts of the realm’s second born children. Your gift to them was a spark of individuality and for this the Erinyes were set upon you, you were made an example of, a spectacle before the Gods and first people of Eden. When your punishment was through, you were bound in a distant realm in the far reaches of the Otherworld. There you were feasted upon and each morning you would be renewed and would suffer again and again. Your chains were broken through the formation of the necronomicon, your release came at the severing of a sacred oath and to Elysia you were taken. Drawn to the fields of paradise a gilded cage was still a cage, the death of The First saw your cage brought open and to the mortal realm you returned once more.

the mercurian~

NAME. UTP AGE & BIRTH DATE. 3,000+ & UTP SPECIES. Demigod ( Avariel ) ABILITIES. Planeswalking + 1 Secondary Ability OCCUPATION. UTP

The divine trickster was your first nickname, and while it suited you for a while, there were others to be gathered, like little trinkets from the gods, honored badges to wear upon your chest. Wings at your ankles and on your back, your ability manifested into one of great importance that spurned the very thing you were born to be. A vessel of the gods wouldn’t suit you; not when your abilities allowed you to transport yourself across the different planes of existence. Throughout the realms you would go, closest to Thanatos, the god of peaceful death that roamed the Álfheimr. You became the shepherd of souls, a divine herald, Mercury – all pseudonyms that were befitting one of your kind. When Prometheus rebelled, you tried to avoid the conflict altogether, until one day, you could not. While you would lead the gods to their vessels, create pathways or help guide them, you grew weary like the other avariel. Even the god of peaceful death was hinting at the end, and you led the gods in Uthenera in circles, unable to reach their vessels. You got away with it for a time, until Ulthar caught on to your games and designated one of the furies to carry out a swift punishment. Out of the three sisters, it was Megaera who found you first. Ripping one of your wings from your back, she left the other as a painful reminder of what you once had. Retreating into Elysia, you left the world of mortals behind, continuing your messenger duties between the worlds, until eventually – you never left Álfheimr. Thanatos would need your company, and at his side, you stayed.

the hyakinthos~

NAME. UTP AGE & BIRTH DATE. 3,000+ & UTP SPECIES. Demigod ( Avariel ) ABILITIES. Blade Manipulation + 1 Secondary Ability OCCUPATION. UTP

Fairest and strong, you were a prince of Sparta. Resolute and stalwart. The divine favored you and time and time again suitors would kneel within the palace and ask for your hand. A poet of Thrace challenged the muses on your behalf and for his arrogance they bested him and then cut out his tongue. When Borea came on the North wind and promised you his heart, you rebutted it and turned instead to the fields of war. Zephyrus arrived on the field of battle and offered you his hand in exchange for conquest, but by then you’d already drawn the attention of another. Among other things, Apollo taught your Spartan tongue the worth of poetry and literature, guided your bow and your hands as you brought pride to a family line descended from Ulthar himself. They said lightning coursed through your veins as they had Gorgophone before you, that your wings could cover the world if you saw fit. Fate saw a spiteful lover bring an end to your life as Zephyrus stray wind struck you down, but demigods were not so easily killed. Over your body Apollo wept, a rhyme tethered you to this world, and flowers bloomed in the place where you fell. To Elysia you were taken, but inevitably to the mortal realm you were always fated to return.

the epimethean~

NAME. UTP AGE & BIRTH DATE. 3,000+ & UTP SPECIES. Demigod ( Avariel ) ABILITIES. Animal Manipulation + 1 Secondary Ability OCCUPATION. UTP

Architect of the beasts of the earth, you were always coming up with more and more reasons for why this creature had that many legs and why one had wings while the other didn’t. Oztalun favored you, every shiny new creation you brought to him was blessed with life and set free into Eden’s paradise. You’d watch a sparrow fly away and then wonder why you ever made something like an eagle that would threaten them, you tossed otters into the river and then grimaced when an alligator would swim after it. You don’t even want to get into the dinosaurs. The archdruids seemed to favor you, if only because you happened to know everything about every animal you’d ever designed. It made you useful and usefulness often made people friendly. Seraphim fell and the garden burned and you watched some of your most prized creations retreat from the realm, you wept at the loss of beautiful life, and you mourned the passing of each variation as it slowly disappeared from the world. It was all too much for you, Elysia was a nice reprieve, somebody once said that all dogs went to heaven and they were correct. There in the fields of paradise flowers you were reunited with every beast that had ever been taken from you, content to linger amidst them you wonder from time to time, creativity sparking as you think: maybe I should give this one some hooves?

the fortuna ~

NAME. UTP AGE & BIRTH DATE. 2,000+ & UTP SPECIES. Demigod ( Avariel ) ABILITIES. Probability Manipulation + 1 Secondary Ability OCCUPATION. UTP

Heads you win, tails they lose. Born into a new world a bit after The Promethean’s punishment, the freshly made mortals would come to call you luck. When there was seemingly no cause for some of the events in the ancient world – a flood, a drought – they would blame you. Fortune and misfortune became your game, and a patron of chance was how you would come to be known. There were other names for you that spread throughout the old world. You could manipulate probability, see how likely an event would come to pass. Ships would either curse you or praise you; oceanid, they’d whisper, like it meant anything to you. Mortals and supernaturals alike would come to equate you to the Graeae, though you knew it was because of them that you had received such an ability. Your fey and seraphim parentage granted you this sort of divinity, Eventually, the game became a bit too boring. While you enjoyed watching those persevere when all odds (including yourself) were against heroes and every day nobodies alike, time passed and things changed. People were no longer getting eaten by Scylla, it seemed less likely to die by the flu more than ever, so to Elysia you retired. It was fun to move among the stars, watch as the people below struggled with silly things like technology, but the plight of your people drew you out. Into the mortal realm you returned, and you’re here to play the odds.

the pearl ~

NAME. UTP AGE & BIRTH DATE. 3,000+ & UTP SPECIES. Demigod ( Spartoi ) ABILITIES. Bone Manipulation + 1 Secondary Ability OCCUPATION. UTP

They called you Echion, reclusive by nature you were rarely violent or aggressive until the situation deemed it necessary. A warrior just as your siblings were, sewn from the shadows you sprang from the earth and felt the divine blood of your cursed ancestry flow through you. Thebes was one of your legacies, alongside Cadmus and your siblings you founded the ancient city in the name of false Gods. The five with a reputation that preceded them, invoked in the name of Ares and war, fought because you thought it was your duty to do so. Bones that healed twice as strong, wounds that could close in a heartbeat, there was nothing that could best you while you fought alongside your siblings. Circumstances drove you apart for an age, away from the influence of the immortal Gods, a vessel no more you sought to strike out against the Gods only to learn that not all were as infallible as you. A lover torn from your life, heartbroken for the first time since its inception. When you raised swords and spears again alongside your siblings it was to charge towards a fight that would have no victor, they had killed Cthonius and the crimes of these original creatures would have an answer. Wounded beyond your ability to heal, you sank into a cave by the sea and there you slumbered until darkness awoke you.

the moonstone ~

NAME. UTP AGE & BIRTH DATE. 3,000+ & UTP SPECIES. Demigod ( Spartoi ) ABILITIES. Precognition + 1 Secondary Ability OCCUPATION. UTP

They called you Udaeus, the largest of your siblings and arguably the most skilled, you were elegant and graceful in ways that the others simply weren’t. A product of your fey ancestry lived within you, and as you turned it was said you shimmered with the light of the moon. A warrior, just as your siblings were, sewn from the shadows you sprang from the earth and felt the divine blood of your cursed ancestry flow through you. Thebes was one of your legacies, alongside Cadmus and your siblings you founded the ancient city in the name of false Gods. The five with a reputation that preceded them, invoked in the name of Ares and war, you knew this was beneath you, that you were meant for more than the will of petty creatures scratching at divinity. So while the others ran towards battle, you found causes of your own to fight for, reasons to carry on that had nothing to do with willful creatures who demanded you kneel. Blood of the true Gods flowed through your veins, ancient and potent, you returned to face the pretenders with your sword raised. Cthonius was dead, their death would have an answer, so you went to a battle that would have no victor and fought alongside your siblings once more. Wounded beyond healing, it was in the deepest of forests that you took to slumbering, protected from death as the feybeasts of the wilds watched over you. Darkness awoke you after an age immemorial and to the mortal realm you danced once more.