❛ Happy endings and nightmares…. That’s a little cliche, don’t you think? What about the people who were considered evil? Do you think they got their own ending, something they deserved? It’s not like it matters– nothing does, not really. ❜
She is… confused, to state it simply. Eyebrows wrinkle, gaze worried and wondering. “Why is that? Is someone after you?” Though, she would never dream of telling. Who would she talk to anyhow? Her aunts had forbidden her from speaking to strangers, and her Godmother might worry for her safety. Her lips are sealed even if she does not want them to be.
’ Not exactly, ’ she begins, keeping lucid, green irses downcast to avoid their colour being seen. They were an incredible shade of light green, glowing slightly amidst the darkness, as if poisoned fireflies had flown inside and taken up residence in Eris’ skull.
’ I’m just not exactly well-liked, that’s all. People tend to be scared of me. Don’t wanna get run out of here ALREADY. ’
’ I would appreciate it if you would keep this meeting to be our little secret. If people knew that I was here, I doubt my stay would be nearly as… pleasant. ’
It is quite an oddity for the petite lass to find another human being this deep in the forest. Typically when it occurs, it is a traveler lost in the thicket, or someone trekking to the Moors borders. Aurora keeps a safe distance from the stranger, but offers help regardless of possible danger.
“Are you lost, miss? This part of the forest can be awfully troublesome. The market is actually to the North of here.”
A cute girl with long, golden hair emerged from the deep and heavenly grove that Eris had saw fit to explore. Slender fingers touched the soft greenery and plucked from stems their leaves, eyes ever-holding caution within their depths. The Goddess had never been particularly well-suited to dealing with strangers, let alone young girls of human origin. Perhaps that was better solved by her Father’s desires. Hm.
’ Not lost, no. I find the forest to be soothing. What you may find as dangerous, I take delight in. I beg you not to question it. ’
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.
