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β NAME : harmonia.
β AGE : immortal.
β GENDER : f/nb
β FACE : zendaya coleman, ella balinska, mina el hammani.
When the bones of the world were thrown onto the table, no one asked for your part in the game. They thought you Arcadian and peace-tied, and so paid little mind to your contribution, to anything your clear sights might observe. Your conunsel was not sought ; your cleverness, your natural impartiality, was taken for weakness. How quickly they forget and let new ambitions rise ! How breezily they spin new narratives for their ease of mind, new stories in which the women and the silent are caged into meekness. They saw your composure as complacency, but let it not be forgotten that it was your abilities which subsumed the Illyrians from where they stood in their bid for glory. It was the flood of peace that quenched the burning fires of an empire. And where are they now, those mortals that strived for more than what they ought ? You are judge, jury and executioner β you are the scale that tips all things in the favour of what is right. Concord you shall have, and your hallowed hands will deal harmony by all means possible. You shall subsume everything in your holy light, bringing peace to an age that should have had it long ago.
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βΉ ATHENA Β β Β You can think of no stronger ally, her brilliance statuesque, holding in its thrall not one domain of worship but a plethora. She is not only wisdom, and perhaps you were among the first to see that: rather, she is everything that can spring from mind, everything suffused in spirit. Sharper than a dory, the spears that have felled cities, imperceptible like dark smoke, she pours and pours until you can see nothing but. You need her for peace: you need her to set the fire that will bathe the world.
βΉ ERIS Β β Β In vernal days, where all was green and raw and holy, you called them sibling dearest. Now there is only hollowness. A blight marrs the tender realm that was your bond. This void does not take its shape from you; nor, do you suspect, is it sustained by them. Yet it remains nonetheless, harboring blame and guilt and all things rotten, a sphere of loss. You kept quiet when Zeus banished them, and now even today do you know what for. To preserve the peace in the heart of Olympus ? Oh, dear wraith, dear shade of folly β when did a bitten tongue help any soul ?
βΉ MACHAON Β β Β Hades can keep his bickering, his cries about stolen sweets, as if mortals were a cake-piece someone can swindle off you. What Machaon does, the sheer magnificence of it, is enough to destabilize the cosmos. He doesn't fight death; he denies it. With his hands, he renders silence, he renders continuation β and before there was only fear. Whatever you seek to do, whoever will aid you, you need them by your side.
This skeleton is OPEN.















