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Years have gone by since the ages of mankind worshiping deities. Its Modern Timesâ„¢! Instead of waging wars, people are throwing parties. Drink till your dead--scoffs-- as if we could die. We're immortal and we love it. So have fun, get a job, live your life. Welcome to The Big Apple, baby!

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Freyja - Alexi Luciano - CEO of a chain of restaurants
Pasithea - Sebin Wu - works in a small sculpting shop
Mawu - Usha Idowu - traditional artist
Diana - Eliana Sousa - owns and operates an animal rescue & adoption center
Hermes - Haris Araullo - journalist for The New York Times
Xolotl - C. J. Espinoza - Nurse for a local hospital

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Re: 「 ✧*:･ﾟ— DO YOU FEEL LIKE A YOUNG GOD // intro 」 - lycanthrope - 10-30-2018

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The rain pitter-pattered against the window to the dreary studio apartment. They were located in the heart of it all, the city bustling about below. New York City, or the big apple as the mortals called it casually, was full of life this very evening. A tall, dark figure stood in front of the large paned window and stared down at the streets below him. He reached his hand into his pocket and pulled out his phone. It was his prized possession, the love of his immortal life. He had everything on his phone. The figure scrolled through conversations before finding the group chat he was looking for. “The Gang”. It was basic but he didnt mind, its what they were, a gang. A gaggle of friends. An immortal mob. The list could go on and on. His thumb hovered over the text box as he thought about what exactly he would say to them all. Don't forget the party tonight, 666 Ichor Lane. You all better have costumes.
He sighed and clicked send, dropping his phone back in his pocket. A cool breeze fluttered through the open window, pressing itself against his bare chest. He was never one to wear shirts around the house. Plus its not like Seb minded. His abs flexed against the coldness and he turned away from the window, making his way back to his “bedroom” the large studio apartment had a loft to it that the boys separated into two rooms. There wasn't much space but he didnt mind. Glancing in the mirror, he paused.

Deep brown eyes stared back into Alexi's soul as he gazed into the looking glass. His light brown curls were seductively disheveled and his eyes had a devilish glint to them. Sometimes being the deity of love and beauty has its perks. Shaking his head, he walked off towards the loft, slowly climbing the staircase. Seb was still at work at this point in time so Alexi had full reign of the apartment. He picked up his phone, shuffling through his music before settling on Billie Eilish's “You Should See Me In A Crown”. As the song blasted throughout the place he dug through his dresser looking for an old costume to reuse.

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Once again staring into the mirror on the wall, the tall boy fixed his ivory half-mask and adjusted his suit. He was sure someone would recognize the infamous Phantom of the Opera. “Seb i hope you're almost ready! People will be arriving any minute now.” The apartment was donned with halloween decorations, fake spider webs covered the furniture and were strung from the large chandelier that hung in the center of the living space. Punch bowls were laid across the island in the kitchen, some spiked and some not. Flashing lights danced across the whole apartment to the beat of the music. Fog rolled across the floor. Alexi was proud of himself for putting something like this together in the short amount of time he had. The phantom practically floated across the loft and down the stairs, heading towards the large window he stood at earlier. Almost as if on cue, a knock sounded at the door to which of course he shouted, “come in!”

ALEXI
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Re: 「 ✧*:･ﾟ— DO YOU FEEL LIKE A YOUNG GOD // intro 」 - landshark - 10-30-2018

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Re: 「 ✧*:･ﾟ— DO YOU FEEL LIKE A YOUNG GOD // intro 」 - peach_mochi - 10-30-2018

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Re: 「 ✧*:･ﾟ— DO YOU FEEL LIKE A YOUNG GOD // intro 」 - Solstice - 10-30-2018

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Re: 「 ✧*:･ﾟ— DO YOU FEEL LIKE A YOUNG GOD // private group rp 」 - valkyrie - 11-02-2018

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HARIS ARAULLO
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Re: 「 ✧*:･ﾟ— DO YOU FEEL LIKE A YOUNG GOD // private group rp 」 - Solstice - 11-08-2018

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Re: 「 ✧*:･ﾟ— DO YOU FEEL LIKE A YOUNG GOD // private group rp 」 - peach_mochi - 11-14-2018

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Do you dare to look him right in the eyes?
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Checking out from his shift, C.J tightened his grip on his satchel, looked about him, and began heading towards the exit. There was nothing more than he wanted to do than go home and sleep while buried by blankets and dogs. But he'd been included in party planning and was invited to said party. Not to sound ungrateful and unexcited to go, that wasn't it. He was just exhausted and wanted to stay in and binge watch movies and stuff himself with sugary treats. But, he knew he'd have to go, or someone would come to break in his door and drag him to the party. Haris most likely, it sounded like something she'd have no problem doing.

Fidgeting with his fingers, C.J took his phone from his bag and checked his messages. A text from his neighbor, a reminder for the party, a question of a co-worker, a mysterious person asking if he was still awake, and a missed call from an unknown number. Biting his lip and chewing lightly on it, he opened the neighbor's message --it was her asking if the dogs would need a dog-sitter tonight and if he'd be a dear and buy her some groceries once he was out of work.

Looking from his screen, he wiggled around a small crowd of people and quickened his pace when the doors came into view. Messaging Luz to send him the grocery list, he made his way towards his bike.

Nearly an hour later, C.J had dropped the bags off at his neighbor's, helped her put the groceries away, told her it'd be great if she looked after the dogs for the night and walked to his door with a Tupperware filled with sweetbread and a few bags of groceries for himself. Almost immediately after he stepped through his door, he was greeted by three dogs. Gordito being the only vocal one.

After stuffing himself with two conchas, stashing his things away and taking the dogs out for a quick walk, he began to get ready. Throwing his work clothes to the side with his helmet, shoes, and satchel, he opened the windows to let the cool breeze in and shuffled to his closet. There hanged his outfit for the night. A ridiculously ugly yellow suit and hat, strapped with a bag that had a white shirt, patterned suspenders and face paint stuffed in it.

With hopes that someone could help him paint himself, he turned to the group chat, messaging, "please someone save me, I got snacks for whoever comes paint me..." And with that, he began to dress, all while telling his dogs about his day. "Someone began to flatline when I walked in to check on them while their family was there and now I'm a cursed evil man."


Re: 「 ✧*:･ﾟ— DO YOU FEEL LIKE A YOUNG GOD // private group rp 」 - valkyrie - 11-15-2018

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「 ✧*:･ﾟ— DO YOU FEEL LIKE A YOUNG GOD // private group rp 」 - lycanthrope - 10-30-2018

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Haris glared at the stack of papers in front of her. She loved her job, she did, but if her editor handed her another fluff piece to do she was going to shove it down his throat. She didn't become an journalist to write fluff pieces about the ducks in Central Park. She wanted to be able to travel and find the truth of things and then watch the chaos of the fall out. She thought it would give her a free pass to travel and talk to people. Apparently not. Why she hadn't found another job was beyond her. She could take up thievery, it was apart of her domain, but she didn't think it was a great idea. She didn't need anyone suspicious and asking questions about her sudden flux of income. She just wanted to go home and take a nice, hot shower, put on fluffy pjs--
Her phone buzzed beside her. She swiped the device open and didn't bother to hid the small grin that flickered to life on her features. She had forgotten it was Halloween. How, she had no idea. She'd been counting down since August. The work day seemed to drag on after that. She practically shoved Brenda from accounting down the stairs in her rush to leave. Haris couldn't find it in herself to feel bad about it, Brenda was awful. She microwaved fish for lunch every single day.
The city moved in a blur past her as she raced home. Buses and subways were too slow for her taste. Right now, she needed to move, she didn't care how many people she shoved into gutters. Haris loved this city, she really did. It was always moving, a center of information passed from one place to another. It was as if it was built specifically for her. She loved Olympus, she loved Greece, but New York never rested and neither did she. There's always something to do.
The door to her apartment closed with a loud slam behind her. Her shoulders rose in a cringe at the sudden obnoxious noise. It was like the thing was weighted, maybe she'd have someone take a look at it. She didn't need the whole building knowing when she came and went. The old woman across the hall was nosy enough, Haris didn't want to give her a reason to peep across the hall.
In record time, Haris was dressed and bounding down the fire escape. She paused as her feet touched the asphalt. Should she leave a bowl of candy out? But then she'd never see the bowl again. Did she even buy candy? She had no idea. With a dismissive shrug of her shoulders she made her way toward the party.
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Last one. She smiled softly through the slim bars of the last kennel. The tabby cat within was curled comfortably on the towel she had given him and he had bundled up in the corner. He didn't open his eyes, flicking his ears in acknowledgement to her presence. She made a quick visual inspection of his cage: clean and cozy. Good. Deeming the kennel's and it's resident's states satisfactory, she nodded to herself and left the feline in peace. On her way out, she called out "goodnight" and got pleasant responses from those still awake.

As she walked through the door of Feline Furr-adise, the section of the sanctuary devoted to cats, her phone chimed, informing her she had a text message. She ignored it. Checking off her mental to-do list before closing up for the night was very important to her. Supplies are sufficient. The dog and cat kennels are cleaned and locked. Their residents are content. Liz should be in the lobby...

In the lobby, Liz waited patiently for Ella by the counter, petting Piper. Ella approached the blonde with a warm smile—the tenants of Second Chance Rescue owed their superb medical care to the vet before her. She glanced at the fun Dollar Store decorations celebrating Halloween, smiling at the memory of a certain St. Bernard mix's sulky mood toward being dressed up as a wizard. He ended up with a loving family wanting to meet him again this upcoming weekend. Which reminds me... Ella addressed the woman quickly before she headed home: "Gonna need to move Benji's appointment to about three, Liz, is that alright?" The veterinarian responded with an "I'll let you know" and left with a nod.

Piper stood on her rear paws, asking, "Okay, can we go home now?" Ella nodded. "Yes." She had not forgotten the text and pulled the flip phone from its clip on her belt loop to check the ID. She flipped the phone open one-handedly to read the reminder of a Halloween party by "Alexinho" and smiled. "Better get going. I got a party to get to." With that, she picked up her satchel and Piper's leash and left the rescue. Everything's locked. Check.

Piper practically dragged Ella home because she wanted to try on her costume As soon as she walked through the door of her townhouse, she got to her Halloween night plans. First stop: the spoiled brats she called her babies. Lucky in his NASA rocket engine backpack, Piper as Minnie Mouse (she had such a girly side), a moody Pebbles dressed as Frankenweenie, and fussy Echo having a Beanie Babies tag attached to his collar. "I wish you would've worn the Mad Hatter hat," Ella muttered wistfully as she pulled his muzzle away from the heart-shaped tag.

Next stop was her own costume: the creepy-looking Tim Burton [color=black]Cheshire Cat. As she put on the ears, she tipped her head to the right to contemplate the hair extension clips she'd bought. After a lot of thought, she put them in, turning her brown locks black with blue stripes. With some difficulty, she pulled off a messy braid down the back of her head and pulled over her shoulder. She walked out to oohs and ahhs from her fur-children.

"Remember, no barking at the little kids—Lucky." "Yeah, yeah, I get it," Lucky replied, pairing the assurance with an eye roll that brightened up real quick. "I can bark at the older kids though, right? The really old kids?" Ella drew a deep breath and looked around the room; Pebbles was dozing on the rug. "Fine." She gave Piper a pointed look that meant "you're in charge." She grabbed Echo around the middle, said her good-byes and final reminders to be good, and drove to Alexi and Seb's apartment.

By the time she got there, she was trying so very hard to contain her agitation at Echo asking "are we there yet" every time the car stopped. She spotted a familiar blur pass the car when she put it in park and killed it. "We're here." She turned around, reaching to unbuckle his seat belt. "I expect you to be on your best behavior, Pequeno." He smiled at her the way dogs always seemed to do, assuring her quietly that he would be. She opened the car door and surprised him by simultaneously whipping off the Beanie Baby tag and attaching a miniature hat to his head. "C'mon!!" She ignored the protests, but the price for the hat trick was his refusing to walk. She relented just this once, carrying his whining, wriggling butt into the building.
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juan carlos "c.j" espinoza
twenty-four years old
he/his, demisexual
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21 - hermes - she/her - bisexual
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Traveling never took long for her, she, of course, had a good guess why but she figured her obnoxiously fast pace and long steps only helped. She wished she had worn her winged shoes, but they didn't exactly go with her outfit. She couldn't figure out how to put wings on any other pair of shoes, and it wasn't like Hephaestus was about to make her a pair of winged boots. So, she was confined to wearing the sandals only in warm weather. She hated the constriction. She could wear them in the winter, but then everyone would look at her like she was nuts, and they'd be justified in their assumption. Only psychopaths wear sandals in the winter.
As Haris approached the familiar building she slipped into the alleyway along it's side, careful not to fall into the piles of trash spilling out of the dumpster. She stepped onto the closed lid of the dumpster and made the familiar climb to C.J.'s window.
A smile tugged at her lips when she found it unlocked, as it usually was. She pushed it open and slipped inside. She dropped to the floor with a soft thud that sent the dogs running in her direction. She pulled the black mask from her head and stuffed it into her back pocket as they turned the corner, Gordito alerting everyone of her presence. "Hello tiny buddies," she cooed as she fell into a less graceful heap on the floor. She was going to steal his dogs one day and spoil them rotten. Maybe she should get a dog of her own. It'd be nice to go home to a not-empty apartment for once. The only issue was that she spent like an average of three hours a week in her own apartment. It wouldn't be fair to do to a dog. Haris had tried having fish once, it didn't end well.