Post by Moggen on Mar 23, 2013 11:13:12 GMT -8
“and her eyes--
You wouldn’t want to make a universe angry. I bet an angry universe would look at you with eyes like that."
Name: Moggen Dakishi Black [Moggen Lightning Black] You wouldn’t want to make a universe angry. I bet an angry universe would look at you with eyes like that."
Greek Identities: Persephone| The Moirai [Fates] | Atropos | Cerberus
B.D: 1981,100 BC
Apparent Age: Twenty Two | 22 December 1992
Height: Five foot Six
Weight: One hundred and twenty pounds
Hair Color: Onyx
Eye Color: Cerulean | Lightning Blue
Skin Pigmentation: Pale|Porcelain
Body Shape: Hourglass | Lean
Type: Primordial Deity | Titaness
Breed: Hell-hound
Shell of Choice: Female Homosapien
Marital Status: Complicated
Profession: Soul Seeker | Seer | Guardian
Alignment: Neutral
Favored Flower: Blue Salvia
Heritage
Shell’s Creator: Graeco HadesBirth Mother: Echidna, a hybrid half-woman, half serpent
Birth Father: Typhon, a fire breathing giant whom even the Olympian gods feared
Blood Brother: Orthrus, a two-headed hell-hound
Other Blood Relatives: The Namean Lion, the Chimera, the Sphinx, and the Lernaean Hydra
Sisters by Fate: Clothos and Lachesis
A Dark Beginning:
"Seven hands raise seven swords, destroying the shell they once had forged. Charon betrayed the trust only to sedate the lust of the three sisters who were obsessed with their own prophecy."
Voices echoed, bouncing off dampened stone walls. Walls which had seen the days of glory. Days long forgotten, stolen away into the dark corners of regret, stranded in a space of frozen time. Beneath the dome ceiling sat two unholy thrones, one vacant of its rightful owner. Within the other sits a man so old that one would confuse him for father time. Pillars crumbled off in some distant hall; hitting the floor so loudly it drowned out the feminine voice, its echo bouncing off the cracking stone pieces.
"Born to a world of old where God would roam and smite the Titans, whom were first-born. Lightning, fire and alchemy fused the ashes with the remains of the head to form the casket. And from the neck hangs but a stone that most would like to call the soul..."
The lingering memories of the shell were a reminder of what had been lost; but that this dear pet was indeed alive could be seen by the slits of eyes that revealed their glow, the call of the immortal sisters three whispering with desperate mystery and probed the voids for paths etched in roads of ever-changing fates to alter their own history.
"Come rise again, three-headed friend. She, whose work will never end; whom the Moirai have proclaimed to be bottled black lightning."
Voices echoed, bouncing off dampened stone walls. Walls which had seen the days of glory. Days long forgotten, stolen away into the dark corners of regret, stranded in a space of frozen time. Beneath the dome ceiling sat two unholy thrones, one vacant of its rightful owner. Within the other sits a man so old that one would confuse him for father time. Pillars crumbled off in some distant hall; hitting the floor so loudly it drowned out the feminine voice, its echo bouncing off the cracking stone pieces.
"Born to a world of old where God would roam and smite the Titans, whom were first-born. Lightning, fire and alchemy fused the ashes with the remains of the head to form the casket. And from the neck hangs but a stone that most would like to call the soul..."
The lingering memories of the shell were a reminder of what had been lost; but that this dear pet was indeed alive could be seen by the slits of eyes that revealed their glow, the call of the immortal sisters three whispering with desperate mystery and probed the voids for paths etched in roads of ever-changing fates to alter their own history.
"Come rise again, three-headed friend. She, whose work will never end; whom the Moirai have proclaimed to be bottled black lightning."
The world was falling apart and the Gods were growing weak, man no longer believed in anything other than themselves. The Golden Age has come and gone, taking the beliefs of man with it. Desperate to keep their powers, Hades, Clothos and Lachesis conspired together to keep the faith of one but many alive. Using Cerberus in their search for ever-lasting power, they trapped the hound at the shores of the river Styx before brutally beheading the beast. Their plan was to fuse the loyal creature with Persephone and the incorrigible Atropos in order to preserve themselves and eventually reign over the gods that survived the Dark Age they were quickly approaching; feeding off one like starving leeches. The loss of Man’s belief took with it the power of the Gods.
Tools of the Trade:
Doppleganger the double of a living person, typically evil. A physical manifestation of the being called Bloodsea.
Night Vision the ability to see through any shade of darkness, including the darkest sections of Underworld.
Soul Seeking tracking of any soul in the form of energy signatures whether they be within a live person, item or even after being freed from their mortal shells.
Heightened Senses Heightened sense of smell, Night Vision, Heightened sense of Hearing, Heightened perception.
Transmutations the act of changing into another nature, substance, form, or condition; the transformation of one species into another.
Lightning Wielder control over anything with an electric signature, including but not limited to lightning or mere static electricity. Also used to charge something, such as shocking the heart back into beating.
Bloodsea A scythe which gorges itself upon the blood and souls of all it is wielded to kill. The second head belonging to the Hell-hound Cerberus which resides in Hades at ALL times unless summoned through the Lapis Philosophorum. It has the added ability to change into other weapons.
Shadow Manipulation self-explanatory (Important Note: Moggen's shadow is a living entity and a gateway into Underworld due to it being Bloodsea's place of residence.)
Cerberus of the Bloodsea the form of a three headed hell-hound the size of a two story home, usually manifested through a combination of 3 items being on the same plane of existence. (i.e.- Bloodsea's doppleganger, Moggen's shell and the Philosopher's stone.)
Alkimia any magical power or process of transmuting a common substance, usually of little value, into a substance of great value
Lapis Philosophorum. a legendary alchemical substance believed to be an elixir of life, useful for rejuvenation and possibly for achieving immortality; molded into a teardrop shaped stone, worn around the hound's neck as a pendant; which coincidentally houses her soul and keeps it bound to the body molded for her by Hades, Clothos and Lachesis.
Achilles Heel: Extreme use of power results in the breaking of her human shell. True Death is impossible as she will turn to ash but without the destruction of certain items she will simply be put back together though it takes a 3 day time period for this to occur.
Moggen Dakishi Black by Maria Hernandez-Vega is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.