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Character:
Deity Name: Eros, God of Romantic/Sexual Love.
Pantheon: Greek.
Current Alias: Julian Fletcher. (Surname = horrible joke on my part. Sorry.)
Apparent Age: He can pass from anywhere from mid to late twenties, to mid thirties. For the sake of practicality he claims to be 32.
Occupation: Romance novelist. No, really. He writes under a female pseudonym, Julia Lovett. His books are terrible, just like he is.
Personality: The Greeks thoughts of romantic or sexual love as a kind of madness, and a lot of Eros' personality sure backs that up. He can be very unpredictable, acting on impulse and taking great joy in screwing with other people's feelings for him or each other. He's fascinated by people's emotions. Eros always wants to understand the workings of other people's hearts. But he has no sympathy for those feelings, and is rarely ashamed of manipulating people just to see the outcome. In a way mortals and sometimes even other deities don't seem quite real to him, or deserving of his empathy. The world after all in his head is the Story of Eros, Starring Eros, Written by Eros.... you get the idea. He's a selfish git.
Despite that he is actually terribly charming. His joy for life is obvious, and he's always smiling or laughing. When he's talking to someone his attention is entirely focused on them and though it may be a lie he really does seem like he cares. In a way, he does. He cares about the game, the breaking and mending of hearts. And, being the shallow guy he is, he always finds himself half in love with beautiful people. The 'half' bit is important - the only person he's truly loved is Psyche, and he left her out of terror in the face of the strength of his own emotions. The intensity he usually focuses on other people turned inward because of her, and he still can't face that. He certainly isn't looking to fall in love like that again. But he's still a god of love, and that shows. He shows affections - even with friends or family - best through touch, and can make people uncomfortable with his disregard for personal space. If he's loyal to anything in the world, it's his family, and a very small handful of friends. Only those people can sway him to act in a way that doesn't just suit his whims.
History: Eros, along with the other Erotes Anteros and Himeros, was the son of Aphrodite and Ares. At one time in history he was widely worshipped across Greece - in gymnasiums by athletes for his beauty, and even in a joint cult with his mother Aphrodite in Athens - and he was more than happy to use his power for sport. As a young deity he took a lot of joy in the suffering of mortals and had very little compassion for their pain. His arrows could create either love or indifference, and Eros left many broken hearted would-be couples in his wake. It wasn't until he met Psyche that he began to grow into something more than a playful child, and felt a little of the suffering he'd been doling out.
According to most myth, Aphrodite was jealous of the beauty of a mortal woman named Psyche, and demanded that Eros make her fall in love with the ugliest man on earth. Whatever Aphrodite's true reasons may have been (if she did indeed ask Eros to do this - that is up to Aphrodite's player and not me, so I'll leave it at that for now), Eros did go to Psyche and at least try to do as he was told. But Psyche's beauty was so great that he fell totally in love with her. He kept her in the lap of luxury, only coming to her under the cover of darkness so that she would not know his identity. But for all that he loved her, Eros was still a fickle sort of deity, and when she lit a lamp so she could see his face, he abandoned her to, well, sulk I guess. Psyche went through many trials to get him back, and in the end when she had returned from the Underworld with a box that should have contained some of Persephone's beauty but instead contained a strange infernal sleep that made Psyche collapse (long story), Eros deigned to forgive her. He woke her from her sleep and took her to Mount Olympus where Psyche was granted immortality and married him. They even had a child together - a daughter, Hedone.
But even though Eros loved Psyche his love was forever something he found difficult to handle. Faced with an eternity of being actually devoted to someone, he fled once again like a coward and tried to be as a carefree as he once was. In time, came to the USA and found he quite liked the way the people there embraced the concept of free love, at least for a decade or two. He lives in New York now, still struggling to find a balance between his own mischevious nature and the humanity Psyche evoked in him. In his spare time he writes horrible books and tries to get out of paying the rent on his apartment.
PB: James Marsden.
Image Link: http://i304.photobucket.com/albums/nn17
http://i304.photobucket.com/albums/nn17
http://i304.photobucket.com/albums/nn17
Journal:dartoferos
Sample Post: Eros didn't have bad days. But he if he did, today would have been on the list. He'd been outside the grand total of ten minutes before his foot slipped on the icy sidewalk and he fell on the ground with an impressive thump. There weren't many people out apart from an old homeless man on the other side of the road, and a woman who gave him a strange look, but Eros wasn't much given to embarassment anyway.
He sat up, nursing the back of his head with his hand and gave the cloudy sky a long and thoughtful look. Before leaving his apartment he'd broken the toaster. The bulb in the lamp in the hall had narrowly missed his head when it had unexpectedly, well. Exploded. If he'd been human he might have wondered if the world was out to get him. But since he hadn't seen Gaia around lately, Eros knew he was just having One Of Those Days. The kind where everything went wrong. They weren't meant to happen to gods
Sometimes, Eros thought, I don't make a very good deity of anything.
Then he laughed, mussing up his own hair with his hand, and leapt to his feet. His jeans were a bit damp from the frost which weighed them down, but he didn't let that worry him. After all, what worth did worry have, when the cool day was so bright and clear, and he had a meeting with an agent that came with free coffee? Not much, that's what.
Deity Name: Eros, God of Romantic/Sexual Love.
Pantheon: Greek.
Current Alias: Julian Fletcher. (Surname = horrible joke on my part. Sorry.)
Apparent Age: He can pass from anywhere from mid to late twenties, to mid thirties. For the sake of practicality he claims to be 32.
Occupation: Romance novelist. No, really. He writes under a female pseudonym, Julia Lovett. His books are terrible, just like he is.
Personality: The Greeks thoughts of romantic or sexual love as a kind of madness, and a lot of Eros' personality sure backs that up. He can be very unpredictable, acting on impulse and taking great joy in screwing with other people's feelings for him or each other. He's fascinated by people's emotions. Eros always wants to understand the workings of other people's hearts. But he has no sympathy for those feelings, and is rarely ashamed of manipulating people just to see the outcome. In a way mortals and sometimes even other deities don't seem quite real to him, or deserving of his empathy. The world after all in his head is the Story of Eros, Starring Eros, Written by Eros.... you get the idea. He's a selfish git.
Despite that he is actually terribly charming. His joy for life is obvious, and he's always smiling or laughing. When he's talking to someone his attention is entirely focused on them and though it may be a lie he really does seem like he cares. In a way, he does. He cares about the game, the breaking and mending of hearts. And, being the shallow guy he is, he always finds himself half in love with beautiful people. The 'half' bit is important - the only person he's truly loved is Psyche, and he left her out of terror in the face of the strength of his own emotions. The intensity he usually focuses on other people turned inward because of her, and he still can't face that. He certainly isn't looking to fall in love like that again. But he's still a god of love, and that shows. He shows affections - even with friends or family - best through touch, and can make people uncomfortable with his disregard for personal space. If he's loyal to anything in the world, it's his family, and a very small handful of friends. Only those people can sway him to act in a way that doesn't just suit his whims.
History: Eros, along with the other Erotes Anteros and Himeros, was the son of Aphrodite and Ares. At one time in history he was widely worshipped across Greece - in gymnasiums by athletes for his beauty, and even in a joint cult with his mother Aphrodite in Athens - and he was more than happy to use his power for sport. As a young deity he took a lot of joy in the suffering of mortals and had very little compassion for their pain. His arrows could create either love or indifference, and Eros left many broken hearted would-be couples in his wake. It wasn't until he met Psyche that he began to grow into something more than a playful child, and felt a little of the suffering he'd been doling out.
According to most myth, Aphrodite was jealous of the beauty of a mortal woman named Psyche, and demanded that Eros make her fall in love with the ugliest man on earth. Whatever Aphrodite's true reasons may have been (if she did indeed ask Eros to do this - that is up to Aphrodite's player and not me, so I'll leave it at that for now), Eros did go to Psyche and at least try to do as he was told. But Psyche's beauty was so great that he fell totally in love with her. He kept her in the lap of luxury, only coming to her under the cover of darkness so that she would not know his identity. But for all that he loved her, Eros was still a fickle sort of deity, and when she lit a lamp so she could see his face, he abandoned her to, well, sulk I guess. Psyche went through many trials to get him back, and in the end when she had returned from the Underworld with a box that should have contained some of Persephone's beauty but instead contained a strange infernal sleep that made Psyche collapse (long story), Eros deigned to forgive her. He woke her from her sleep and took her to Mount Olympus where Psyche was granted immortality and married him. They even had a child together - a daughter, Hedone.
But even though Eros loved Psyche his love was forever something he found difficult to handle. Faced with an eternity of being actually devoted to someone, he fled once again like a coward and tried to be as a carefree as he once was. In time, came to the USA and found he quite liked the way the people there embraced the concept of free love, at least for a decade or two. He lives in New York now, still struggling to find a balance between his own mischevious nature and the humanity Psyche evoked in him. In his spare time he writes horrible books and tries to get out of paying the rent on his apartment.
PB: James Marsden.
Image Link: http://i304.photobucket.com/albums/nn17
http://i304.photobucket.com/albums/nn17
http://i304.photobucket.com/albums/nn17
Journal:
dartoferosSample Post: Eros didn't have bad days. But he if he did, today would have been on the list. He'd been outside the grand total of ten minutes before his foot slipped on the icy sidewalk and he fell on the ground with an impressive thump. There weren't many people out apart from an old homeless man on the other side of the road, and a woman who gave him a strange look, but Eros wasn't much given to embarassment anyway.
He sat up, nursing the back of his head with his hand and gave the cloudy sky a long and thoughtful look. Before leaving his apartment he'd broken the toaster. The bulb in the lamp in the hall had narrowly missed his head when it had unexpectedly, well. Exploded. If he'd been human he might have wondered if the world was out to get him. But since he hadn't seen Gaia around lately, Eros knew he was just having One Of Those Days. The kind where everything went wrong. They weren't meant to happen to gods
Sometimes, Eros thought, I don't make a very good deity of anything.
Then he laughed, mussing up his own hair with his hand, and leapt to his feet. His jeans were a bit damp from the frost which weighed them down, but he didn't let that worry him. After all, what worth did worry have, when the cool day was so bright and clear, and he had a meeting with an agent that came with free coffee? Not much, that's what.