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GUEST CARD

— ✹ FULL NAME — ✹ TITLE — ✹ BIRTHPLACE — ✹ LAND / KINGDOM — ✹ AGE  ( if applicable )

AFFILIATIONS

— ✹ PARENTS — ✹ SIBLINGS — ✹ LOVER(S)  — ✹ PATRON DEITY ( if applicable, can be found in skeleton ) — ✹ PROTEGE ( if applicable, can be found in skeleton )

INSIGHT

— ✹ VICES — ✹ VIRTUES — ✹ MORAL ALIGNMENT — ✹ PERSONALITY TYPE — ✹ MOST FORTUNATE MEMORY — ✹ AN  ACT THEY WOULD ERASE — ✹ BELIEF ABOUT FATE

RECOGNITION

— ✹ NOTABLE PHYSICAL TRAITS — ✹ NOTABLE QUIRKS, IDIOSYNCRACIES — ✹ REPUTATION AMONG MORTALS — ✹ REPUTATION AMONG GODS

MUTUAL HEADCANON

AFFILIATIONS

— ✹ PARENTS ;  zeus & leto — ✹ SIBLINGS ;  apollo as their twin & athena, ares, hermes, eris, helen as half-siblings — ✹ LOVER(S) ;  orion, tbd. — ✹ PROTEGE ; aeneas, tbd.

INSIGHT

— ✹ VICES ;  animosity, derision, presumption, vindictiviness, zealotry — ✹ VIRTUES ; fortitude, fidelity, devotion, justice-seeking, vibrancy — ✹ MORAL ALIGNMENT ;  chaotic good — ✹ PERSONALITY TYPE ;  tbd. — ✹ MOST FORTUNATE MEMORY ; apollo’s birth, a nebulous flicker, more sensation than thought, the way you drew their soul out into the world as if on a silver thether. orion’s hand in yours, his skin soft as vellum—nothing of the carnivore there, no huntsman in body, only in mind. polyphonte tipping their throat backwards to howl at the stars. siproites, grinning half-frenzied at their transformation, at the gift they wanted for so long—their delight splinters the darkness into kernels of light. you do not have one fortunate memory, you have an epoch of them ; your life is a monument to wildness, as it strikes you in joy, as it strikes you in grief. — ✹ AN ACT THEY WOULD ERASE ;  callisto, long-limbed & nimble, darting through the woods like the edge of a scimitar ; callisto, whom your brother loved, or lusted, or besmirched, & is there truly any difference in the end, when the brave girls are felled, when their sharpness is forever dented, when their last words become a keening that turns the forest selpuchre. callisto, the one you punished for a fault that was not hers, before you learned guilt & blame like an alphabet written in damask — ✹ BELIEF ABOUT FATE ; you obey the moirai, not out of piety but from a deep-rooted sense of justice, something that started as a fledgling branch & now became a gnarled, timeless oak inside your veins. your belief is the reason why you do not smite agamemnon, the cur, or the other myriad men that have borne his likeness across history, the man that cut down women like blades of grass. when you nip a soul’s thread without the moirai’s acceptance, you have to be ensured — no, fervent, about its deserving. but every now and then, you question the fate's judgement. doubt blooms in you, refracts like sunlight on the trembling surface of a deep, dark lake.

RECOGNITION

— ✹ NOTABLE PHYSICAL TRAITS ;  their vessel changes along with the age & the areas they are worshipped in the most—as is the wont of almost every god. — ✹ NOTABLE QUIRKS, IDIOSYNCRACIES ;  plaited hair, incessant pulling at the braids, tangling them in meshwork-knots & matted clumps ;  hands slapping against their sides, cracking knuckles, palming fists, creating a thunder of noise out of mute actions just as they can keep any movement stealthy, conceleaed in its own pelt of habit. — ✹ REPUTATION AMONG MORTALS ; at this moment, we stand in the age of heroes, which succeded the age of myth like a firefly after a forest fire, like the annotation to an implosion. in this age, the vessel artemis carries is named she, is named they, is named lady of quiet lakes, is named lady of gurgling rivers, is named silver huntress, tall she-bear, swift, incisive, bone-carved, birch-skinned, glorious. the best thing about goddesses they deem virgins ? no one mentions your body. it is ruling in absentia, it is a nameless, void phenomenon. the light falls elsewhere ; and how warm its touch. — ✹ REPUTATION AMONG GODS ;  what the hierophants do not say: athena is raging, and you are, too. she is raging, and each scream inflates your lungs like a wine-skin, disjoints your bones like tectonic movements, like the sliding of earth’s plaques beneath its varnish. no more of varnish, you say, no more of gilded enamel, poured and poured to hide the rot. what rises in the columns of smoke above the vestal temples:  not all women love. what stirs in the altar vases:  not all women see chastity as a refusal, but as a consecration. the sacral delineation of the space, the body, marring its fleetingness with forbiddance, rendering it permanent, everlasting, yours. what swirls in the dust motes:  not all women love their fathers. what you tell athena, gripping her shoulderbones raw:  we made rage holy. now let’s show them why.

MUTUAL HEADCANON

AFFILIATIONS

— ✹ PARENTS king priam and queen hecuba — ✹ SIBLINGS hector, cassandra, helenus, deiphobus, troilus, laodice, polyxena, creusa, and polydorus. — ✹ LOVER(S) oenone. — ✹ PATRON DEITY aphrodite. — ✹ PROTEGE n/a.

INSIGHT

— ✹ VICES boastful, cowardice, uncompromising, desire, hindsight, selfish, naive, gullible, delusion, entitlement, deceit, obsessive, sexual lust. — ✹ VIRTUES virility, fidelity, friendly, gratitude, purposeful, even-tempered, idealistic, loving, caring, sensitive, faithfulness in the Gods, acts of service. — ✹ MORAL ALIGNMENT chaotic neutral — ✹ PERSONALITY TYPE ENFP-A, the campaigner. — ✹ MOST FORTUNATE MEMORY he thinks of days of forgotten past: visions of satyrs, fingers winnowing grain from the chaff, baby goats half-hidden by tufts of flowers - the light, golden cradle of life at the edges of great forests. — ✹ AN ACT THEY WOULD ERASE under the portico of troy, the familiar statue of hera seems to aim her finger right at him, and it sends him into a tremor. paris can only imagine oenone’s pure, concentrated distillation of hatred for him at not affording their infant son a proper goodbye. it is something he wishes he could remedy, but he persists on. — ✹ BELIEF ABOUT FATE the soil that fashions one’s body, the air that breathes life into one’s soul, the whisper that trains one to be unafraid of their own woods. fate is a straight line that unwinds slowly and ceaselessly to where one is meant to be.

RECOGNITION

— ✹ NOTABLE PHYSICAL TRAITS save for the occasional mark of where bulls had split his skin, his skin is smooth and white. lately, though, with the change of climate, the yellow undertone of his skin has become more prominent. the tail of his left brow grows in a cowlick pattern. of tall and of unassuming body, only the arms and broad shoulders that tended to the fields and animals of mount ida for many years give him a more imposing look. the contours of his biceps are evident, but he does not have the body of a hardened warrior. his hair is curly and brown and chopped half an inch below the ear. his beard is close cropped which lends to him a more youthful appearance. — ✹ NOTABLE QUIRKS, IDIOSYNCRACIES never indoors unless necessary. has specific sayings and metaphors of animals and nature that he says when trying to make sense of things (such as ”but once the cow’s been milked, there’s no squirting the cream back up her udder,” as famously said by olenna tyrell). the habit of carrying a bow and arrow has changed to him carrying a fine point dagger. insists on a metal allergy that impedes him from wearing any armor during training. this is obviously a lie, as paris is more than happy to wear the traditional headpieces that are customary to a prince as himself. his enthusiasm for such objects is less than his need for mobility and comfort - though it is with great aplomb that he wears rings of different gems in more than 6 fingers. all the pins that secure his clothes are in the image of the sparrow (for aphrodite). — ✹ REPUTATION AMONG MORTALS a shameless man who describes in minutest detail his states of mind, a joy when going on at length of his soldiers’ sinful adventures and run-ins with the queen of the amazons, someone who has turned the favor of a goddess into vanity. to those familiar to him, he is at once agitating and endearing. — ✹ REPUTATION AMONG GODS a nuisance, naive, out of touch with their capabilities that they have been bestowed with (or otherwise), but a means to an end all the same.

MUTUAL HEADCANON

— ✹ WITH @lovegcddess​

every fortnight, in a manner that is always contemptuous, and always fruitless, hector begins his tirades in front of the council. there are always small variations to the account of the same facts, theatrics of interspersing pauses, several hyperbolic anecdotes, and gestures that grasp for an offense that would match the one served to his honor, to his weakening image of the king, and his intolerance for paris.  

paris says nothing. no one is more blind than someone who chooses not to see. love must be just that: a spark that strikes like lightning, an illusion of your heart’s desires that fails to perceive its shadows.

he does not see aphrodite’s shadow when she appears to him.

he feels the heat of vision, the soft coos of sweet words and pleasurable entreaties, a scale caked with dirt and blackened by blood from the strange fruit that has been weighed from above the altar, for she has come to him with an offering.

“what says the signs?”

“that usefulness acquires by being used. that i need all of you, paris. this will not be won by halves.”

“everyone knows he will one day be king.”

“what does a faithless prince know about being king?”

when she looks onto him, so lovingly so, he feels powerful coils squeezing into the cavity in his chest. sadly, like a note out of tune, a tear rolls from his eye as his head is knelt down in submission.

at once he rises. he does not offer a challenging look in response, simply a resounding question: “could this be meant for me?” their gazes meet and hang on by a taut thread.

AFFILIATIONS

— ✹ PARENTS: thetis, sea nymph & peleus, king of phthia — ✹ SIBLINGS: none — ✹ LOVER: patroclus — ✹ PATRON DEITY: thetis (has an affinity also with athena) — ✹ PROTEGE: n/a, though he has take numerous myrmidon boys under his wing on the training yard

INSIGHT

— ✹ VICES: impatience, anger, vanity, pride, hubris — ✹ VIRTUES: ambition, charm, loyalty, persistence, humour — ✹ MORAL ALIGNMENT: chaotic neutral — ✹ PERSONALITY TYPE: esfp — ✹ MOST FORTUNATE MEMORY: it is not a particularly interesting memory, nor an exciting one, but he’ll never forget it so long as he lives. it was some lazy afternoon in phthia, lying in a shady olive grove with patroclus; achilles’ head had been resting on their thigh, and accepting olives from their hands with little kisses left to fingertips as payment. he’d told patroclus he loved them that afternoon, and sealed it with a kiss that tasted of the tart, rich fruit of the grove. he thinks about it often, and holds the memory as one of the greatest treasures of his life. — ✹ AN  ACT THEY WOULD ERASE: the last time he saw his mother, he cried. her constant departure from him rips him up inside - he misses her, he needs her, and yet she cannot stand to be around him, and the stinking mortality of his world for any longer than necessary. he cried when they last said goodbye, showed his weakness like a helpless child, and bared his humanity in a way that had made her skin crawl.  — ✹ BELIEF ABOUT FATE: he understands fate, and believes it to be a very real presence in his world, but he wants both glory and happiness so much that there is something in him that wonders if his sheer, visceral willpower can shift the tides of fate.

RECOGNITION

— ✹ NOTABLE PHYSICAL TRAITS: sea blue eyes that tie him to his nereid mother, one dimple on his left cheek handed down to him by his father, curly golden hair, the height of a man whose blood is mixed with ichor — ✹ NOTABLE QUIRKS, IDIOSYNCRASIES: bites the inside of his cheek when he’s nervous, rolls his shoulders when he’s angry, talks in his sleep — ✹ REPUTATION AMONG MORTALS: the songs sing of his legendary abilities with a weapon, of his good looks, and heroic deeds, and they reach every corner of the known world. of course, those who have met him, or crossed him, like to speak of the way that has all gone to his head. — ✹ REPUTATION AMONG GODS: he has angered enough of them to be constantly sleeping with one eye open, and is favoured by enough that the other eye can rest, so to speak. achilles imagines he must be a rather divisive figure on olympus, not that that does anything but please him.

MUTUAL HEADCANON

AFFILIATIONS

— ✹ PARENTS Atreus and Aerope of Mycenae — ✹ SIBLINGS Agamemnon ( older ) — ✹ LOVER(S) Helen of Sparta ( kinda ), tbd. — ✹ PATRON DEITY Zilch, though continuously searches for one — ✹ PROTEGE Zilch, tbd.

INSIGHT

— ✹ VICES addicted, arrogant, agitating, bully, dependent, disrespectful, excessive, exploitative, grasping, hoarding, irresponsible, immature, impulsive, impatient, lustful, manic, nagging, naive, needy, overconfident, troublemaker, unfair, — ✹ VIRTUES bravery, ambition, companionship, determined, generosity, hopefulness, loyal ( in certain terms ), merciful, zealous, adventurous, articulate, enthusiastic, genuine, spontaneous, youthful, athletic, confident, dynamic — ✹ MORAL ALIGNMENT chaotic neutral — ✹ PERSONALITY TYPE sanguine - choleric / entj-f — ✹ MOST FORTUNATE MEMORY boyish memories are rare and few between for the small child that once resembled menelaus, after all, menelaus landed upon sparta’s shores under the watchful eye of their cucked king at the sprightly age of seven years old. before this, the relationship that blossomed between brothers had been strained and different compared to their ages but after the move and wardship attained by sparta, the brothers melted together. alone in the world and the sole heirs of myceanae menelaus and agamemnon began their thread of storytelling. even though his older brother was everything more than what menelaus was, he seemed to offer some companionship to his younger brother. playing was meant for children of carefree natures. god-fearing, sweetened, beloved so when it came to the orphaned brothers of the cursed house menelaus took their playful moments with a treasured and cherished approach. one most fortunate memory lies in the bed of late night flurry of sparta. there, he hid between large and imposing collumns - shivering with an elation of a small boy hiding from his seeker. his nostril flared, he curls his toes into the marble floors and cold stone of the spartan court. “you will never find me, brother!” he would call, his voice soft and electric with excitement. yes, his most fortunate memory surely comes from times of play with a brother who was so often seen as brooding and cold to anyone else. if only such a relationship could last forever. — ✹ AN  ACT THEY WOULD ERASE he was freshly born at the time of his exile, sent from island to island with his father, mother and grandmother who cried with salt-ridden tears. still chubby from figs and honey you spent your days tottering after agamemnon who always had seemed to be born fully grown. he was stronger, taller, larger - his brain was fully formed, you were still soft and maluable. at some point, not long after his first month of exile, he walked in on your grandmother screaming of a cursed line and tortured children. his father did not shriek - for he had already taken life within his hands. his mother was not present, she was far too simple and still mourned her sister who was now a personal spring for hermes himself. within the shadows he does not see agamemnon, the brother he had sought for. all you see, with bright blue eyes, is hippodamia of pisa ( grandmother, thin skin, wrinkled features and hoarse screams ) swing by her neck. to see death before your eyes so young and infant scars you for eternity. from that moment in the shadows, fat and greedy for your mother’s breast, you see death as a companion - it walks alongside you in both terror and companionship. and though menelaus, in secret, wishes to erase the memory, perhaps it is this that makes you a fearsome and bold warrior on the field of warfare. — ✹ BELIEF ABOUT FATE born to the cursed line of atreus, menelaus was raised to believe that fate and glory comes from manmade powers. an orphan by the age of seven he was given only his older brother as a paternal figure; agamemnon, who carved his own lineage from the moment they watched their grandmother swing by her neck. fate is useless, for you must grab and snatch everything you wish for - the gods, as present as they may be, give little in terms of mortal lives. why else, had hermes turned his aunt into a spring? why had they not stopped aterus and his twin from killing their younger brother? menelaus has forever watched agamemnon create his own fate and story… and so, he believes fate simply belongs in the eager palms of ambitious men.

RECOGNITION