❝ You would be surprised at the amount of stupidity that I get to witness. Had it not been for the fact that it’s my JOB to surround myself with those idiots, it would certainly be entertaining. ❞
Mm, right. As if anyone would willingly surround themselves with a crown of painfully moronic sods. It didn’t matter what they were; immortals, mortals, animals or something in between. There was only so MUCH stupidity that Eris could take, and she s u s p e c t e d the same of him. They were blood, after-all. Something dark and unpleasant and sticky and WRONG. Yet oh-so necessary.
❛ How long you going tell yourself that before you crack? ❜
❝ Hey, it’s not ALWAYS peaceful; I do get death threats daily, actually — which is kinda ironic. ❞
❛ Death threats… to Death? Wow. That’s ground-breaking. You must be so afraid all the time. What if they strike from the shadows? You’ll be so defenseless. ❜
❝ Oh, I don’t know — they kinda make my job easier, as my arena mostly covers those who die peacefully. Less work for me, basically. ❞
❝ Oh, fucking bite me, Thanatos. There’s nothing fun about peaceful death. But what’s the point of stirring the god damn pot if they have the bigger spoon? ❞
At the very first glance, he would not have depicted her as the young && vibrant sister he once nursed amongst their own; her aura had darkened && her visage turned daunting. Despite the few seconds of daze, the deity got up from his seat to welcome his dearest sibling; because that was what she would ALWAYS be —— his own sister.
❝ I’m glad to see you’re well. Because you are..well, right? ❞
Nimble fingers rested against her porcelain cheek, reassuring himself that it was her in the flesh. Whatever reason she had to return, Thanatos hoped it was on positive terms, for once. His family could clash every now and then —— was it never just out of LOVE? Or perhaps that was an understatement.
That touch she pressed into but for a moment, long lashes fluttering against porcelain like the feathers of a lark. She was sickly and she was DEATH, starvation and DESPAIR, and yet she felt his touch and had yet to truly recoil. She felt no emotion, she felt no longing that she BEGGED for in the night. It was empty, it was pain.
It was Eris.
’ As well as I can be, I suppose. The years are kind to so many, yet it seems I am ever-spared their gift. – And you, my brother? Are you… well? ’
She would not ask for their mother, nor would she bow her head in blatant CURIOSITY for her darling father, the darkness that had birthed them, the night that gave them life.
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.
