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⋆˚꩜.ᐟ open to f/m/nb
muse .ᐟ adrian m., twenty-three, firefighter
plot .ᐟ y/m brothers golden retriever bff
he barely looked up from the fridge when he heard light footsteps behind him, far too comfortable for someone who was just a house guest. ❝ good morning. you look.. rough. ❞ he chucked through a mouthful of cereal, glancing over his shoulder. ❝ before you start yapping, your brother said i could come over.. – wherever he is. ❞
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((Mirage, God of Skies. His title covers many things, such as weather and air (gases.)
He is a god that has a cult following. The kind that sacrfice others to him to consume to 'appease' him. He rules with fear and controls his followers like puppets. If they don't obey, he will cause horrific storms or unbearable heat waves to towns until they appease him again. Which usually involves many sacrifices.
He loves the taste of mortals, which is his main food. Eating humans and many other beings. He finds it too bothersome to hunt, so instead he just made himself known and makes himself at home in any town, city, or busy of his choosing and forces the folks to worship him or die.
Mirage can create hallucinations, control weather, control gasses. He is able to draw out a black matter substance from the butterfly on his eye and form it into weapons of his choice.
Personality wise he's unhinged and a bit creepy. He speaks his mind but also has a lot of humor. He loves the thrill of arguments and loves to ragebait people. He doesn't view himself as evil, he states its not his fault humans are so delicious.
While he is a god who ruled with fear, when he finds a mate, he becomes a complete sweetheart and will melt upon their touches. He would be a yandere type though.. so be warned. He has mated with humans, and when they die he eats their body to 'be part of him forever.' Also anyone he pairs with, as he will say is 'off his menu.' He will be loyal, and he expects the same from them. While he would be obsessive, he wouldn't be controlling.
⋆˚꩜.ᐟ open to f/nb
muse .ᐟ malik st.james, thirty, ufc fighter/club owner
plot .ᐟ fwb except feelings are developing and they're both doing everything and anything they can to avoid them <3
❝ i called you like fifteen times.. are you still pissed about yesterday? i told you, i slept with her one fuckin' time. you don't see me getting mad about your ex callin' at three in the morning. ❞
Wisp (x) and Whisper (x) are the god of darkness / the moon. They are essentially the same person, yet their own beings. They were once one single being, but were split into two. They share the same mind, share the same powers.
While they seem to be the same, there are difference of each one, and they have their own thoughts and personalities, but some bleed into one another. And they can in fact, know what each other is thinking.
Wisp is the taller one. They are more cunning and intelligent. Carry an air of authority. They look down on mortals and believe the only reason they exist is to worship the gods. They spread cults in their name. They love luxury and riches. They love things such as gems (esp if rare.)
Whisper is the shorter one, they are a trickster and someone to take advantage of others if they see a use from them. They're wicked smart but put on a dumb act to lower other's guards and make everything think Wisp is the brains. They like anything shiny, even if it's trash. They are a collector of strange things. They share the same beliefs as Wisp towards mortals, but they think they are worthless and can just be consumed. While Wisp sees them as servants to them.
The two often bicker, as Whisper will want to eat someone, and Wisp will argue that if the mortal is eaten, then they cannot serve them.
They share a hatred towards Gallomias, the god of light, but try their best to not cause any problems. They both deeply respect Quinn, and always try to 'stay on his good side.' They always act nice and friendly towards Aster, but whether or not that is just an act is unknown. But over all, they are rather respectful towards the other gods and get along with them. Although, they treat Koro (the god of corruption) harshly and do not consider her a god, rather an outcast.
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((Right now they have a name of Seams. Just brain storming below.
Don't have much of a bio cooked up yet, but they are a carnie that works with Quinn. Is a doll / plush maker who can make plushies come to life. Is very good friends with Patches, but oddly enough Patches isn't one of his creations, but he is curious to know who else can bring plushies to life.
He pretty much makes some plushies to help out in the Carnival along with Quinn's homunculi. He's very quiet and reserved at first sight, but he's a prankster deep down and likes to get under people's skin.
He isn't someone to really care about others except for a small handful (The carnies and Quinn.)
Seams doesn't enjoy being looked down upon by the other gods, but he often holds his tongue not to put Quinn in a tight spot, but he would love to give any that call him a 'pet' a good tongue lashing.
He doesn't really have much of a filter, meaning he doesn't consider people's feelings when he talks. He will tell it how it is and not spare anyone's feelings. But he lies, but when it comes to an honest opinion, he won't hold back.
((God of angels / the Light Side (Heaven) She's a bit of an oddball, very goofy and tends to draw out her words when she talks 'sooo she would taaalk like thiiiis. She draws out vowels in her speech.)
She's believes there's good in everyone, and attempts to bring out the best out of people. Though some people take advantage of her beliefs of good in everyone.
She's pretty gullible and will believe anything told to her, having a hard time telling a lie from a truth, even if it is a VERY obvious lie.
Despite her dopey nature, she is one of the most powerful gods, able to wield holy energy and even smite people with light, killing them instantly. But she never really does that-- because she's a lover not a fighter.
She WOULD be the strongest god, if it wasn't for the fact she just almost NEVER fights, ever. She would prefer to talk things out than talk. The only time she would EVER fight, even then never kill, is if it is to protect someone.
Despite being opposites of Nicholas, her and Nicholas are very good friends. He is the god of demons / the Underworld, but they each have their roles and they are NOT at all enemies. They have to keep in contact for the souls if they need to be moved to either side.
Madison Wren Evans—Maddie, to anyone who gets close enough to earn the nickname—was born on July 23rd, 2001, in the kind of house that looked perfect from the outside. Trimmed hedges, polished floors, a father with a voice that carried authority even when he wasn’t speaking to her. He was the kind of man people respected without question, the kind who taught Maddie early on that love was something earned, not given. Her mother existed in softer edges, quiet and compliant, the type to smooth things over rather than challenge them. Maddie learned quickly how to read a room, how to be exactly what was expected—pretty, agreeable, silent. She spent most of her childhood chasing approval that never quite came, clinging to fleeting moments of attention like they were oxygen. As she got older, that need didn’t fade—it sharpened. Adolescence hit her like a storm she wasn’t prepared to weather, all sharp edges and aching emptiness. Maddie discovered early that attention could be manufactured, that affection could be borrowed, even if it wasn’t real. Boys were easier than her father—easier to please, easier to predict. For a moment, she could feel wanted, chosen. It didn’t matter that it never lasted. It didn’t matter that she gave more than she got. Somewhere along the way, validation became currency, and she spent herself freely, recklessly, just to feel like she existed in someone else’s world. The drugs came later, but not by much. What started as something casual—something social, something to take the edge off—quickly became something she needed just to feel normal. It filled the quiet spaces, dulled the constant hum of not being enough. Nights blurred into mornings, strangers into shadows, and Maddie learned how to disappear in plain sight. She built a version of herself that was magnetic and untouchable, a girl who laughed too loud and felt too little. But underneath it all was the same ache she’d always carried, buried deeper now, harder to reach but impossible to erase. There’s a version of herself buried somewhere under the noise and the chaos, but she avoids it the same way she avoids anything that might hurt—by drowning it out before it has the chance to take shape. She tells herself she’s fine, that she’s in control, that this is just who she is now. A part of her believes it, of course, but she's afraid she doesn't know how to stop.
