“ you know. for a goddess you’re REALLY unpleasant. && i would only assume i’m going to venus if you were aphrodite. but you lack her … looks. so i assume i’m safe. “
tony’s a smart man. a MANIPULATIVE little bitch. && common sense dictates that if one meets a god, they treat said god with the utmost respect. && on a normal day, tony may have played by those rules. but he’s not much for people walking into his turn trying to HAMMER AWAY at his metaphorical armor.
if tony were any less of a man, he might have B R O K E.
“ quite frankly, everything you’ve said is nothing i haven’t heard before. so if you’re just going to play a broken record i suggest you try another tune, eris darling. “
Oh, but not her looks? The wound was STABBED and Eris gritted her teeth for the mortal man to see. She was TIRED of hearing of Aphrodite’s perfect looks and her perfect gifts and her PERFECT personality.
The circles under desperate green optics darkened, her face appearing gaunt and malnourished in the light around them. The tempestuous and turbulent goddess felt her insides being turned and swimming about in ENVY and PRIDE.
❝ Or I could pluck that petite string of yours and END it all, you ungrateful, little WHELP!! ❞
“Well that would be me, but you will have to remind me again, who might you be?”
Unbelievable. Even before other immotrals she came as unrecognizable. Nevermind the dread and decay that permeated the very air around her. But Eris was
a
very jealous god, and she was not afraid to show it.
he had to give her congrats for all the souls she as ever brought him, never before had she show him regrets for what she had to do, but now, her words finally made sense to him ( or maybe not ) he didn’t appreciate weakness and he knew her better than this, weakness was not part of her, as it now?
❛ tell me darling, would you exchange your soul for any you have brought me? ❜
’ if I had one, maybe. But, you know me. I don’t do feelings. ‘
It was only partially true, in fact. Eris had always been cold hearted, FRIGID, and painted as the villain in any Greek Tragedy. Oh, but she did love sad endings– perhaps that was why she’d once become taken by mortal literature. Shakespeare, Wilde, Poe, whatever sparked her interest in the particularly MACABRE.
’ …and if I didn’t show up every once in a while, then YOU would
come to me. – and god knows how long THAT visit would take, hmm? ’
he ignores her suggestion, gaiting across the room and
running dextrous fingers across the desk before drumming
them lightly once, twice, then thrice. he glances to his
peripheral vision, body set on a defensive stance.
❛ then what DO you have time to deal with?
❜
Gods, she didn’t have time to deal with this. She didn’t have TIME to deal with witty men and their CHILDISH comebacks. Her body was rigid and her movements CALCULATED, watching her new offender from the edges of peripheral vision. She felt as though one wrong breath would DRAW him in, might DAMN her efforts and sent her skittering back into the dark without so much as a GRASP on her reasons for digging.
’ That depends. Are you here to HINDER me or– perhaps, will you simply RUN away like a good little boy and leave me to my… shall I say, devices? ’
Maybe it was the nightlife that kept her interest glowing. It wasn’t the ruckus that shot down bourbon street every night, not the drunken stupor of the locals when the superbowl let out, and not the smell of spicy seafood that came from the inner workings of Jackson Square.
Her footsteps clashed with the laid stone and low puddles that splashed against her shoes, the splattering of an overhead drizzle pushing her further inside of the iron gates and toward the great cathedral. It was open at all times and always a source of respite. While the religion and gods were not something she knew of, the architecture was grand and the constant sound of choir men put her tense heart at ease.
The harsh light overhead cast over white skin and dark hair, her head turned down as she entered one of the pews. She heard murmuring far to her right and ushered along, standing beside a man of broad shoulders in a dark, khaki jacket.
She supposed that he might have been praying. Was that not what people did here? But the silence was deafening and her mind was quickly filling.
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.
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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.
