If you want in on the Discordian Society, then declare yourself what you wish… do what you like. and tell us about it… or if you prefer don’t. There are no rules anywhere.The Goddess Prevails. All statements are true in some sense, false in some sense, meaningless in some sense…
true and false in some sense, true and meaningless in some sense, false and meaningless in some sense, and true and false and meaningless in some sense…
❛ Thor… mm. You know, when humanity speaks of you, they paint a VIVID picture of a stout man with red hair. More dwarf-like in their tales, able to forge as well as those that live under the mountain. I have to say, I think I like you better this way. ❜
“Once upon a time…turns out the vampiredidn’t love me back. I have a habit of that. It’s my M.O. I still sleep during the day, but sometimes I have to run errands – I can’t see for shit in the sun, but I’m up working until the crack of dawn so yeah. I live the lifestyle without the puncture wound and eternal life. I drink coffee, but I don’t think there’s any nutritional value in it.”
❛ M.O.? You forget, I’m still new to these abbreviations. But I’m learning. I can be ‘banging’ and 'awesome-sauce’ and whatever else I’m supposed to be saying now. Or is the last one still too 2012? I never know with you people, anymore. ❜
The walls were CLOSING in, pressing against his bones, c r u s h i n g and tearing at muscles. He couldn’t sense his sister anywhere in the house, and how he FEARED for her safety. This wouldn’t be the FIRST they experienced such phenomena, and while he thought he had become numb to the experience, he was wrong.
Flames would leap and dance merrily in the fireplace, but the VOICES would continue. He even thought he saw someone standing in the shadows, but brushed it off as nothing more than another spectre.
Quiet. She was quiet amidst the flames and bookcases and pretty, little bobbles. She’d let herself in with a few telepathic twists and turns of the mind, a mere sihlouette among the ghosts. Part of her felt at home in the things that were DEAD, with the things that went ‘bump’ in the night. But she looked for something more, looked for something r e a l. The sound of a beating heart was that very real thing. A caretaker, a patron, a host. Who knew?
❛ Your home is beautiful. ❜ Her lips were pursed into a fine line, eyes sunken and tired. ❛ And you play host to many things, it seems. Surely you have room for one more? ❜
“A lot, actually. Being in London kind of put a damper on things, but nowadays? Most of every night and a few hours during the day. I don’t need sunlight anyway. I’d barely feel the transition.”
❛ Wow. I almost feel sorry for you. You WILLINGLY subject yourself to that every day? And here I thought you were a vampire lover. What’s that saying?? ‘My bad’. Still, I’m not sure how that works anymore. Did you suddenly beef up on Vitamin D? ❜
All these people out tonight and of COURSE company would find her. There were dozens of couples, teenagers, even the elderly walking hand in hand. What made her stand out from the rest? Just a pale girl with sunken eyes sitting alone on a park bench, unbothered by the snow. Or so most would think, and that’s exactly how it needed to stay. ❛ I’m really not the best company. ❜
[ v: && Shadow of Death ] A Vampire Chronicles AU Verse. Because you should expect it from me by now.
Created during the peak of Greek Civilization, Eris was made by Cyril. Among one of the many Greek young women turned by the vampire with disregard for the rules, Eris was headstrong and sought after more than what the night had to offer. Her stay with her own maker did not last long, however, as Eris soon learned throughout history that her own kind could be more cruel than any human. She created few companions and had even fewer friends. She disappeared from known History at the time of the Roman invasion, choosing to remove herself from the mediterranean and seek out enlightenment and popularized-philosophy in other regions of Western Europe.
As a Child of the Millenia, she was blessed with the Fire Gift, Telepathy and Telekinesis. She can also fast for long periods of time if need be and her cravings are at a minimum. She is, however, one of the many that does not survive the ‘purge’ from Maverick Vampires in the final book. She dies by fire in southern Italy, near Rome, when it is set by her own kind. At this point in time she has made quite a few of her own fledglings and it is with them that she dies in a Coven House made known.
Eris has dark green eyes that reflect very little light and can appear gold in the right settings, as well as marble-like skin with a sort of olive-compexion. She is pale and has dark, nearly-black hair that regrows if it is cut over several hours. The most striking of her features that cannot be overlooked is her nails; they are long and look like glass with sharp points at the end. This is a signature for all Blood Drinkers.
❛ In all honesty, your majesty, it is up to me who I consort with. I’m not normally so BLUNT, but I’m sure you understand… we all have our own bloodyAGENDAS and deadlines to meet. Mine just happens to oppose your own. It’s nothing p e r s o n a l. ❜
My name is Vervain and I am twenty one years old. I use female pronouns and tend to speak in a very formal manner to try and get my point across without having any feelings hurt. I tend to be very busy during the week, but i will do my best to get to replies and asks when I have time.
First things first, please don't godmod! This means controlling Eris or anything that Eris does in character. It could be the smallest thing, like making him pick something up, to using your character's abilities to hurt and/or kill Eris when I did not give you permission to do so.
I am both selective and mutually exclusive, meaning that I will only roleplay with those I follow back.
I also reserve the right to reject roleplaying with ANYONE and for ANY reason. This is my blog and I will not be bullied.
Memes may be sent to be my non-mutuals, however. I will always interact with non-mutuals in my askbox.
This is a multi-ship and multi-verse blog. However, Vittorio is canonically bisexual.
This is a hate-free, theft-free zone. I will not send hate, nor will I answer messages directed toward me or anyone else that can be considered hateful or hurtful. You've come to the wrong place to stir up trouble.
This blog will contain offensive and sensitive topics and is considered generally 'NSFW'. However, I am opposed to doing smut very often and will probably keep that on the low side. Blood, sexual assault, depression, suicide, toxic personality traits and abuse will all be things that are discussed here. HOWEVER, they will all be tagged correctly.
Her name is ERIS, she is known as DISCORDIA. For thousands of years she has reigned terror and injustice on humanity, sweeping across the land in the form of chaotic hurricanes and crumbling eruptions. She is violent death, she is starvation, and she sets fire to those unwilling.
Born to darkness (and some say to the King of Gods; Jupiter) with her brother, Thanatos at her side, the two were employed by HADES to bring in the souls of the dead. While her brother was granted the gentle death, those brought in through infancy or through the burden of peaceful sleep, Eris was charged with the destruction of mankind. Envy, lust, these are just a few of the things she feels for those given less GRUESOME tasks. Her occupation creates friction on her appearance and creates what she had become. Sunken emerald eyes and pale, gaunt features. Spindling fingers rake at the earth, sowing the seeds of her Golden Apples that jolt the world in their wake.
She is forever known for the wars she causes, most notably the Trojan War, where she threw down the seeds of destruction and clapped as mortal and god alike were pitted against each other in absolute RAGE.
Eris, Goddess of Discord, lives among the world's most chaotic bodies; humanity. They, along with their violent free will, make up a collection of sinister creations and thought processes that makes her feel at home. She appears to them as the most terrible evil; the spokesperson for a Tax Agency. There's a certain joy that comes to her from the dread others display, heels clicking and clipboard displaying all the wrongs they deigned to commit. Riveting. But her terror-streak has run dry as of late, what with so few massive wars occuring with the blade and sword. But humanity has a few new toys to play with, and they are creating their battles without her.
Aesop's New Fables.
The generic verse for all of my cross-overs without a verse of their own. Usually taking her out of Ancient Greece and into a new, more modernized atmosphere.
Time-Swept Goddess.
Any verses taking place before the 1940s will be placed here. This includes Ancient Greece or anything occuring on Mount Olympus unless otherwise specified!
Vampire Chronicles [ Shadow of Death ].
Created during the peak of Greek Civilization, Eris was made by Cyril. Among one of the many Greek young women turned by the vampire with disregard for the rules, Eris was headstrong and sought after more than what the night had to offer. Her stay with her own maker did not last long, however, as Eris soon learned throughout history that her own kind could be more cruel than any human. She created few companions and had even fewer friends. She disappeared from known History at the time of the Roman invasion, choosing to remove herself from the mediterranean and seek out enlightenment and popularized-philosophy in other regions of Western Europe.
As a Child of the Millenia, she was blessed with the Fire Gift, Telepathy and Telekinesis. She can also fast for long periods of time if need be and her cravings are at a minimum. She is, however, one of the many that does not survive the ‘purge’ from Maverick Vampires in the final book. She dies by fire in southern Italy, near Rome, when it is set by her own kind. At this point in time she has made quite a few of her own fledglings and it is with them that she dies in a Coven House made known.
