❝  𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐍. You will be loved. You will be hated. You will be brilliant. Within two years, you will be dead. Thunderous one, a divine anger is unleashed upon you, and you unleash upon it in turn. Even in your exile, your name is written in the stars. Hero. Prince. God. ❞

STORY.

The wild child—led by the nose of their impulses and bad decisions, or so the tabloids would say. You want to live up to the expectations of your god, the amazing things you read that they did, but the Recurrence has never been kind to gods like you; so you let loose and try to forget. Take your pick, between people and feuds and material goods, there is nothing that you can’t have; your godhood has afforded you this. Lightning and rain escapes you, a trademark of the god that has chosen to reside within your chest. Their miracles are flashy but without direction; a sputtering flame in the middle of a glorious blaze. Your escapades, however, catch many an eye—any press to you, is good press, after all.

TRAITS.

(+) — spontaneous, loving, creative

(−) — reckless, impulsive, awkward

MIRACLES.

Seas call to you, and so does the lightning above—the thunderous storms of your performances begging to be known. There is power, gravitas that you haven’t learned to tap into yet, but they make you known every time you flash a smile or snap your fingers. It’s intoxicating, this miracle, this one thing that you think you would never be able to quit.

CONNECTIONS.

EROS: People just gravitate towards EROS that they never did towards you—and honestly, you were just one of them. Though, every time they looked at you, there was this feeling in your chest building that you couldn’t place. Maybe it was uneasiness, or your skin crawling, but it never eased, even when all of you were complete together. Though now, you have to admit, seeing EROS alone sends an ache through you—maybe they just need a friend.

LILITH: You are impulse, LILITH is temptation; the both of you seem to mix as well as fire and gasoline, egging the other on to do crazy things that are as productive as setting your skin on fire. You’re bad for each other, you think, but every time you drive down empty highways and let people in to lick the nectar off your lips, it feels as if it is all worth it. LILITH is a friend, your truest friend—your closest, and you would do anything for them.