“Method of operation. ‘Bangin’s still alright. ‘Awesome sauce’ may date you few years, but that’s alright. I don’t judge. What did you guys say back in…holy shit, how far back do you go?”
❛ Oh, well, thanks for that little BOOST to my ego. I always love thinking about how fucking OLD I am, Jane. But, let’s see… my first name was Tiamat, and that was ten…thousand years ago? Fifteen. Yeah… that sounds right. ❜
“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? ❜
“You know, I-I mean I don’t know what your wallet looks like right now, but maybe you should consider investing in the franchise. Open a chain right on Mount Olympus and then buy a fiddle to play when pandemonium breaks out. Alright, then I’m bringing a hoodie. They keep it like a meat locker in there.”
One brow rose in sinister thought of such a plan. Enstate a Mcdonalds atop Mt. Olympus, poison all the gods with their addictively bad food, become ruler of the world… sounded pretty solid, really. ❝ A fiddle, huh? Pipe organ’s more my style. I can do that disney-villain laugh, too. Make it all theatrical. ❞ One hand reached outward grab hold of a jacket on instinct. The cold didn’t bother her at all (and neither did the hot, really ), but she might as well pretend.
❝ Hey, do you like volcanology? It’s almost that time of the month and I have a feeling that Iceland has had it too good for too long. ❞
“But I thought that you Olympians were immortal…unless Mickey D’s is so foul that it can even decay a god’s small intestine. You want drive-thru or sit-down? If we go with the latter, you get unlimited drinks.”
❝ Oh, man, you don’t even know. Feed that shit to Narcissus and he’ll be screaming out of his ass– literally– for the next six days. Even we gotta eat, you know. But I’ve got a stomach made of fucking diamonds, Jane. You should see some of the shit I’ve eaten. Unlimited fizzy pop?– Um? Serious question? Eat in. ❞
Smiling twisted her stomach into a bow, yet she did so – without showing teeth.
“Reaching high shelves is still a challenge, but that’s what chairs are for, am I right? I was upset when they stripped Pluto of its planet-hood for the same reason…but given that his status has been reinstated, maybe there’s hope for Eris after all.”
Five-two. Mm. Eris naturally stood at somewhere between six-one and six-two. She said little about the height of others, however, for many of the Gods chose a smaller stature as to not stick out. Besides, it suited the petite woman– Jane.
She doubted it. Hope wasn’t exactly her forte. To dream of everday miracles and romantic happenstance was folly, and Eris knew her place in the dark and underappreciated bowels of human existence would not be brought to an end so easily.
❝ What does your boyfriend think of the planetary arrangement? ❞
“Eris? That’s pretty! Greek pantheon, right? I don’t know much about the
mythology aside from the few obvious names, but I um…are you Greek
in any way?”
Well-aware of her own phrasing being turned against her, she fought any
urge to sneer and instead wore a passive simper. Nothing was behind the
eyes, no warmth touched her.
“But I willbe glad to let you know that I recognize the name. Eris is the
largest dwarf planet in the solar system. It’s actually the NINTHmost
massive body to orbit the sun. They were going to make her a tenth planet,
but it ended up being no larger than Pluto and instead made it a trans-
Neptunian object. She’s even got a moon, Dysnomia!”
❝ Greek? Yeah, guess you could say so. Not the sorority type though, I’m afraid. But, that aside, yeah. Whole family is. ❞
Eris shifted in her spot, dark strands caressing pallid skin of a SICKLY colour. She didn’t care much about space or the naming of objects, but upon hearing that they had failed to make Eris a planet due to its SIZE, her expression soured considerably. So now size was going to be used to determine what should be paid homage and what shouldn’t? She’d SHOW those astronomers what they were fucking with.
“Astrophysicist, yeah. It’s really easy to like – especially once you’ve got THREE DEGREES and enough student loans to choke a horse.”
She drew an exaggerated breath; looking down at her feet as she rocked backwards on her heels. A half-smile broke between the bars of her actual personality’s cage and lifted her tone.
“His um…Loki. Like the God. And you are?”
Yeah, right. She’d had the displeasure of MEETING Loki once– the falsified god of her own title. Chaos, mischief, father many a terrible thing. But she couldn’t imagine the ACTUAL GOD ever having a fling with some brown-headed human, much less this scientist. Eris pretended to understand the hardships of colledge, biting the inside of her lip in thought.
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.
