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As the world became industrialized, the old world of the gods was pushed from existence, reduced to stories and legends. Now in modern times, that world is on the brink of extinction. Gods and goddesses from Greek, Roman, Norse, and Egyptian pantheons have banded together to create a city known as Cure to act as a safe haven for everything mythological. Run by demigods, this is the final chance to revive the old world and bring myth and magic back to life. Mobile Navigation -
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Athena - Teacher - Homosexual
Purpose
To learn more about where she came from, as well as what else is out there. She’s fascinated by the prospect of the existence of a whole other world of beings, as well as the fact that she can possibly help preserve that world.
History
Trigger Warnings: homophobia, transphobia
Tovah - assigned male and given the name Thomas at birth - spent her early years in a group home in Manhattan, after her biological father left her at a hospital under a save-haven law. Growing up, she seemed more mature and intellectual than many of her peers, and rarely engaged in disputes with them. She often stood up for other children who were being picked on. Because she was seen as a boy, her even temper and clear-headed ability to avoid being riled up was seen as curious by the caretakers who worked at the group home: most boys living there had emotional issues, particularly when it came to anger, but not Tovah. It worked in her favor in the end, because she was taken in by a foster family when she was only five, and they adopted her a year later.
The Silverstein family raised Tovah to observe their Jewish faith, and became worried when she started exhibiting feminine mannerisms and mimicking the behaviors of her older sisters, the Silversteins’ two biological daughters Rebecca and Abigail. They had her speak to their rabbi, to whom she confessed that she felt more like a girl than a boy. Rabbi Abramowitz told the Silversteins that Tovah was “probably gay” and required some sort of intervention to prevent his from happening. Said intervention involved not only Tovah’s family and the rabbi, but the parents of some of her friends from Hebrew school, as well as a few other members of their synagogue. She was eight years old when this took place, and the stress triggered a tonic-clonic seizure: the first of many in the years to come.
As a result of the seizure, which was eventually diagnosed as epileptic, the so-called “intervention” was never mentioned or attempted again. The Silversteins saw it as a sign from God that they were in the wrong, and did their best to try and accept Tovah as she was, even though the prospect of their “son” being gay still made them uncomfortable. Tovah maintained a good relationship with her parents as she got older, but as she reached her teens, she became curious about her biological parents. The fact that she had been adopted was never a secret, since she vaguely remembered the group home from her early childhood, but no one she asked could tell her anything about where she’d come from. Eventually, she was able to track down the nurse with whom her biological father had left her; the nurse remembered, since Tovah was the first safe-haven surrender she’d ever managed firsthand.
Dead-end after dead-end left her frustrated and depressed. She loved her parents, absolutely, but there was something about her bio-father that haunted her. It kept nagging at the back of her mind, like a word on the tip of her tongue, but eventually, she put the matter to rest.
When she was twenty-four and in grad school to become a teacher, she met him purely by chance when a fall from her bike triggered a seizure. A man saw her and called 911 - a man who so happened to be her biological father. The man, Chad Farmer, visited her in the hospital when she regained consciousness, and told her the story of her conception. Farmer told her that, when he was in college, he met a woman with entrancing grey eyes and a mysterious smile. The attraction was immediate, and the two of them spent a single night together; he never saw the woman again, or even learned her name. Then, ten months later, she returned with a baby: she told Farmer that the baby was his. Farmer panicked and left baby Tovah at the hospital.
Once Tovah was discharged, she didn’t hear from Chad Farmer again, until she saw on the news that he’d been killed in a hit-and-run two years later. She attended his funeral, but the entire time, felt as if she was being watched. After the end of the service, she noticed a young girl with brown hair and abnormally large eyes, wearing a feathered coat, watching her. The girl told Tovah to follow her, if she was interested in learning about her biological mother. In her emotional state, Tovah was unable to resist such an offer, and followed the large-eyed girl out into the woods. The story that followed was even more strange than the vague tale Farmer had told her two years prior.
The girl informed her that her mother was a goddess: specifically, the goddess Athena. Tovah, being level-headed and logical, dismissed this right away as the ravings of a mentally-ill homeless person, but the girl in the feathered coat shut her up by transforming, right in front of her very eyes, into an owl and then back again. When Tovah returned home, she went to bed and dreamt of a grey-eyed woman with an owl perched on her shoulder. The next day, Tovah’s roommate remarked that she hadn’t known Tovah had a tattoo. Confused, because she didn’t have a tattoo, she asked her roommate to snap a photo: in it, there was a stark black image of an owl on the small of her back.
The owl-girl kept cropping up, simply watching Tovah from a distance, not approaching her, until the day she graduated from grad school. She was needed, the owl-girl informed her; there was a job waiting for her at a place where there were many others like her: the children of gods and goddesses. Tovah’s curiosity overwhelmed her common sense, and she accepted the offer. Recently, Tovah has started becoming aware of strange abilities, including an affinity for birds (especially owls, which are symbols of wisdom and beloved of her mother), as well as the ability to inspire those around her. Likewise, her calmness in adversity seems almost supernatural; she’s never been known to lose her temper at anything.
Ever since she learned about her origins, Tovah has struggled with her faith. She was raised Jewish, and therefore to believe that there was only one God. The years of being involved in her religious community are at stark odds with what she now knows to be the truth. However, because she is unwilling to seek help, she feels lost and adrift, even as she does her best to guide others.
Personality
Like her mother Athena, Tovah is a rational, calm, level-headed woman. She does not act out of impulse or spite, and can often see the big picture when others get tripped up on the details. Unfortunately, this also makes her a bit withdrawn, and people tend to assume she doesn’t care about things that would get a normal person riled up. Even in moments of stress, she rarely shows what she’s feeling: she bottles everything up, rather than seeking the assistance of others. She tries to take care of things herself, and believes that she is in control of matters even when she really isn’t. Tovah is a defender and mediator, and has no patience or tolerance for bullies of any kind.
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Tovah Silverstein - Samuel
Ptah - Mechanic/Owner of Cut Out That Ratchet - Bisexual
Purpose
Kennard is trying to find himself, and who his father is.
History
Kennard always thought he was the son of Draven and Julia Avrett. He was happily raised amongst their two other children, although he was always the ‘dumb’ kid. Words never seemed to stay in the same order when he read them, but out in the country school wasn’t all that important. Kids were often pulled out during harvest season, or to help out around the farm. Ken was no exception, Draven often pulling him out to help repair neighbour’s farm machines. He always had a knack for mechanisms, spent his childhood making clockwork toys. As a teenager this accumulated in him restoring old cars and motorcycles with Draven, selling them and splitting the profit. It was a happy childhood, and when he scraped through and finished highschool he found no hurry to leave home.
Tragedy struck when Ken was twenty. Draven got leukemia, needed a bone marrow transplant. He tried to discourage Kennard from donating, but Ken ordered a test for compatibility behind his back. The results showed no blood relation. Half of his DNA markers were unseen before. Without her knowledge Kennard took hair from Julia’s brush, organised for a private testing. She he was related to, but as a nephew to an aunt.
One of his ‘siblings’ turned out to be a match, and after a shaky eighteen months Draven went into remission. Kennard didn’t let on the fact that he knew about the adoption, spent his spare time restoring cars, getting money to pay for Draven’s treatment and saved the rest. He requested his birth certificate, found out the name of his birth mother; Marcia Ravera. The blank space in place of his father’s name haunted Ken for nights on end.
Once his adoptive father recovered, Ken took a restored Harley Davidson, left a note to his adoptive parents on the counter and roared off into the night. Before he could return to them and accept them as his parents, he had to find out who he was without them, as his own person. He spent a year on the road to LA, the last known address of Marcia. On the way he dabbled into his savings as little as possible, picking up any skill he could to get a roof to sleep under for the night. He learnt plumbing, carpentry, gardening; all with ease. When the thought occurred to him he sent postcards back home, his writing scrawled on the back of an Texan, Arizonan, Californian landscape.
A few nights he spent in a warm bed, company in a small town that he’d soon leave behind in a dust trail. One girl stood out. He thought her crazy, talking about ancient gods alive in the real world. Talking about a utopia called Cure. It didn’t sound bad from what she had to say about it, but then again, the truck stop town she came from would have made Detroit sound nice. He left her behind in the sunset without much thought.
It was raining in LA when he arrived. He found Marcia’s last known address, knocked on the door with a trembling fist. The elderly woman who answered sadly shook her head at his tale, handed him a box that had been left in the attic, gave him directions to where he could find Marcia. He pulled up at a cemetery, found her in plot F56. He sat in front of her grave stone, plainly engraved with her name, date of birth and death, and went through the box she had left.
Inside was a diary, photos showed snap shots of her life, pressed flowers, ribbon and a spare glove. Remnants of a mother he had never known. She was obsessed with the Egyptian gods. A list in her diary, scrawled in a spider like script it took him hours to decode circled various male gods. Underlined at the bottom: which one? For the first time in months he remembered the girl with black hair in a sleepy, dusty town, dreaming of a perfect town.
With nothing left to lose, Ken set his sights on Cure. If his mother was to be an enigma, maybe he could find something about his father. He drifted into the town, used up his savings to purchase Cut Out That Ratchet. While he struggles to adjust to a non-transient life, Kennard hopes to get into some contact with his father, whoever he is.
Personality
Kennard in a word is independent. He is incredibly self-sufficient, able to support himself and others with ease. This also makes it hard for him to admit when he needs help, a stubborn streak edging on arrogance. While he likes people he doesn’t exactly crave deep and meaningful relationships; he is perfectly happy becoming friends with anyone and everyone. Maybe more than just friends. Romantically, this never bodes well for long-term relationships.
Charismatic, it’s hard not to like the man, especially since he’s an excellent listener and genuinely enjoys helping people out. However, sometimes his blunt words come out more callously then he intends them. As a blue-collar worker, he does hold a little disdain for pencil pushers, especially when they take his work for granted. Like every artisan he is proud of hi
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Kennard Avrett - Grace
Hey guys! So I’ve been looking at what characters we have and a third of them are Special Cases. Since Special Cases are supposed to be rare, I’m going to put a temporary ban on them for now. To potential applicants - if you feel like there’s no way your character can work without being contacted by their god parent, please message me. More likely than not, we’ll be able to come up with an alternative that works just as well, if not better! Two possibilities are having the role you intended for the god parent filled by a mythological creature or another demigod.
The other thing I noticed was that about half the characters were Greek. I’m not going to put a ban on Greek characters, but I’d really love to see some demigods from other pantheons.
-Admin Steff
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Lucille Selwyn - Cat
Do you have any FCS for the Gods?
No, in this roleplay the appearance of the a god changes each time they come to Earth because I don’t want to limit the faceclaims that you guys can use for each god. However, you’re welcome to make a headcanon of what your character’s god parent looked like when they conceived them and pick a faceclaim.
how active are you guys, on a 1-10 scale?
That’s tough question to answer because everyone has a different idea of what a ten, one, or five means and not everyone is on daily. We’re definitely most active during the nighttime (EST) and the latter half of the week if you’re wondering if other people will be on when you are.
Hi there, I have a question about a potential app I'm working on. I have a character I'm IN LOVE with, but I need to discuss her with you, power/gift-wise! If I come off anon can we have a discussion, or could I explain it within my application?
You could do either, however, to prevent the possibility of you having to rewrite anything, I’d say message me off anon first!
Could we make a child of Persephone?
Possibly. Children of gods that aren’t listed are accepted on a case by case basis, so you’d have to send me the idea for your character and explain why Persephone rather than a different goddess of agriculture or death. Demeter, Ceres, Sif, and Hel all still have spots open.
would you allow a female character to play a canonically male god?
No, because no one plays any gods in this rp. All of the characters are demigods.
There are way too many options for a character, have you got any personalities, godly parents, 'powers' etc you would love to have more than anything else? I'm trying to narrow down my options. Haha.
Feel free to take all or parts of the suggestions below. I’ve bolded my favourite choice for each personality.
I’d love to see a determined, ambitious character who’s aiming for the stars, even if they won’t get there - and they’re okay with that. Their god parent hasn’t contacted them, but that isn’t going to stop them from finding out everything about their abilities. They don’t have any training when they come to Cure, which is why they want to find people with similar abilities as them and learn from them. They’re optimistic, charismatic, and work at one of the shops in town.
Daisy Ridley - Roman (Vesta from this post)
Lily James - Norse (Freyja)
John Boyega - Egyptian (Horus)
Rami Malek - Egyptian (Seth)
I’d also love to see a character who is extremely independent and stubborn. They’re not necessarily rude, but they refuse help whenever it’s offered. When they were younger they didn’t receive much assistance and they adopted the mentality that they didn’t need anyone else. They’re the kind of person who believes that it’s hard work, not luck, that leads to success. They seek to better themselves in every way possible (physically, financially, intellectually, etc.) so that they’ll never have to rely on anyone for anything.
Alexander Ludwig - Norse (Odin or Thor)
Katheryn Winnick - Norse (Odin or Ullr)
Jamie Clayton - Norse (Tyr or Ullr)
Oscar Isaac - Greek (Hephaestus), Roman (Mars), or Egyptian (Ptah)
There’s also a wanted connections page that has a few ideas. If you need any more help deciding, don’t hesitate to ask!
-Admin Steff
What are the special powers granted to the children of Isis?
I’ve just answered this question for Hera, Aphrodite, and Hel. Please refer to that ask as far as powers after training and “Can my character do X with Y training?”
Possible starting abilities for children of Isis include being able to prevent/induce conception, bring small plants and animals on the brink of death back to life, or being able to ease the pain of those in mourning. Some personality traits for children of Isis could include being protective and perceptive.
What are the abilities of children of Hera, Aphrodite, and Hel?
There are no set abilities for demigods. Below I list some possible starting abilities.
Hera: the ability to prevent conception (i.e. if their parent wanted to have another child, but they didn’t want a sibling) or the ability to solve, cause, or worsen relationship problems (restriction: the people must have been interested in each other to begin with)
Aphrodite: the ability to charm others (innate), the ability to slightly alter one’s appearance (appear slightly skinnier, change eye colour, alter skin flaws, etc.), or Alisha’s power from Misfits
Hel: being able to sense if someone is about to die (they may or may not know who) or foreseeing death in dreams (it would take practice to remember the details of these dreams)
I can’t give you a list of what powers a demigod will have after receiving training because there are tons of possibilities. If you’re wondering if a demigod can have a certain power, just send another ask including what that power is and how much training they’ve had. If you need help coming up with powers for a character you’ve already created, just send what you have so far and we can figure out what would work best. (Use Tumblr’s chat to avoid the annoying character limit on asks.)
-Admin Steff
Nemesis - Lieutenant of the City Guard - Demiromantic Pansexual
Purpose
Rie has come to Cure partially at the behest of her mother. She is to watch for signs of dissent towards the gods and to prevent escalation to mutiny. While she’s distrustful of her mother, Rie still wants to make her proud.The family health insurance included with her position is her main reason for coming to Cure.
History
Rie’s favourite bedtime story was how her father, Hisao met Nemesis. While enjoying the evening with friends in a casino in Las Vegas he saw a man win the five million dollar jackpot. The winner bragged about his lucky streak, and amusedly Hisao watched as a sharp eyed woman slid up to the new millionaire’s side. He thought her another sycophant, until she laughed when he proclaimed he was invincible, until he saw her smile stretch as he lost it all within the hour, and how it sparkled as he lost more in the next. Hisao approached her when she finally left him, just as he turned in his last five chips. “Why did you stay?” he asked. “Everyone else left him after the first half hour.”
She turned that smile to him, a gleam in her eyes. “You know what they say about train wrecks.”
Nemesis visited Hisao sporadically over the next year. Rie loved the paintings he made when she was his muse; the sweetly smiling face under white and black scales, two women curled up against each other, one with black hair and white skin and the other opposite. Balance and harmony. At the end of their affair Hisao was left with a baby Rie placed in his arms, Nemesis walking away.
Rie’s childhood was unstable. Hisao tried his best to raise her; giving up art to take a job in a bank. Still, she found making friends difficult. It became worse and worse, until it erupted in middle school. She found herself standing over the bloody body of a bully who had boasted that everyone was too terrified of him to fight him. Barely escaping expulsion, she and her father moved up to San Francisco. At high school Rie made a conscious effort to make friends and to keep her head out of trouble, although rumours still followed her. She was a star on the track team, especially in relay. After working on and off at her father’s bank and getting a degree in criminal law, Rie enrolled in a police academy. Part of her resented the fact that she was drawn to law because of her heritage, but it was the only thing that felt right.
She rose through the ranks, quickly finding her way into financial crime. Rie was renown in her department for being able to pick out the crooks in all the shady businessmen. When she narrowed in on a fraudster the evidence against them quickly followed. Their good luck quickly turned to bad. Her first big break was making a case against the CEO of Hisao’s bank for embezzling. Millions of funds funnelled into yachts and mansions. She smirked in the face of the CEO when she handed him the court order and search warrant. The guilty verdict came within a week of the case going to court. Later that night, her then-girlfriend pointed out the tattoo on the back of her neck; scales, the support a sword.
Hisao was quietly made redundant, but took the chance to return to his artwork. He started making a name for himself in smaller galleries. For Rie, politics got the best of her. Promotions that had been promised to Rie weeks earlier eventuated to nothing. She stayed in her position but the leads dried up, witnesses stayed silent.
Frustrated, she eagerly took the chance to transfer to a detective’s position, just for want of something to do. Bloodhound was what her new team called her. If a perp fled the scene she had an uncanny ability to track them down. Over foot, over road, even one time down a river. If they did get away, Rie would find them a few days later and bring them in. While promotions to higher paying positions were still barred to her Rie enjoyed the work, enjoyed seeing people taken to justice for their crimes and the balance of luck evening out again.
Then, her father’s health took a turn for the worse. He had always been thin, but soon he barely ate anything. His throat was sore. It had been sore for a while. Throat cancer. Stage four. Inoperable. No insurance. Rie used up the last of her savings paying for the diagnosis and the first round a treatment. She was desperate.
Which was precisely how Nemesis wanted her. In the dream, the winged goddess approached her daughter and told her of Cure, and what she would have her do there. Under the goddess’s’ orders Rie is to watch for any signs of insurrection in Cure. Nemesis knows how much power Cure has over the gods, and she’d have Rie strike down anyone who lets it get to their heads, or worse.
Rie applied for the City Guard shortly after finding out that they would help pay for her father’s treatment. Although she’s new to the position of authority, she is dedicated to doing her best. She says it’s to prove a point to herself, but she’d be lying if she omitted that she wants to impress her mother. Even if she suspects Nemesis made her father ill.
Personality
Rie has always had a vindictive streak. She remembers every injustice that’s been paid to her, no matter how small; even if she doesn’t want to. Because of this she tries to make a conscious effort to be forgiving, even if her apologies come through gritted teeth. She’s cautious and guarded simply because she knows how quickly relationships can change. Rie tries to keep her distance; she worries that as a daughter of Nemesis she can only bring bad luck to those close to her. Win her respect and trust and her stony shield will crack open to reveal a slightly softer interior; a truly empathetic friend who will kill anyone who hurts you with the fury of a thousand suns. Even though she is quite a serious person, Rie has a wicked deadpan, and can’t resist laughing when people take her seriously.
Like all true (ex-)detectives Rie has a curious streak, and like all curious streaks it can get her into trouble. Professionally Rie is a good team-player, making sure to give credit where it is due and trying to keep humble in her victories. Her morality is unusually black and white. On cases she can occasionally be stubborn, sure that she is right even when she might not be.
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Rie Amachi - Grace
Frida Moran - Alia
