OLYMPUS REBOOT

Quote:Hades Olympus

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Swathed in the hues of obsidian, darkness in all it's glory throughout his thick framework, lightening and darkening at random points, but remaining a dark coal. To sharply contrast against these values, two burning coals rest in his eye sockets, purely of flame, a coal-black pupil outlined in a burning red fading to a calmer flare. He is not of any delicate frame, standing at a bulky height of thirty-eight inches, teeming with strength and muscle, most of which creates his one hundred fifty-six pounds. He is, in fact, a rather lithely built, rather than your average tank of a wolf.

Quote:"Stone-cold and wicked."

Find no emotions of love, kindness, or empathy within the black heart of the obsidian brute. He is purely of sick enjoyment of the pain and suffering of others, and often will find himself to be the cause of any such chaos, which will drive him to his darker side, of a wickedly cruel mastermind. Expect no mercy, and expect no real kindness from this wicked brute.

"A manipulative mastermind."

Quote:Fear, pain, and suffering fuels the obsidian brute's wicked mind, which he has honed from many of his devious schemes. The male is not to be trusted, and in turn, he doesn't invest trust within another, simply if they are to turn his plottage to a different direction than he insisted upon. Blackmailing and manipulation is common in his vocabulary, and is often seen by many who appear crucial to his branch's scheme to reach into the main branch of the Olympus bloodline for greater power.

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Crack... pop... snap... At home the obsidian brute was, slithering amongst the shadows in the heat of a pulsing cauldron of fire, reminding him of his descendant's homeland, the land of hell, guarded by Cerberus at the gates, the throne owned by Hades himself. Throne... One that should belong to the child of the Olympian god, rather than a simple child, such as the golden bitch residing upon the current throne in the main branch of Olympus blood. Chronus had sinned his spawn, but he had not sinned the child of Hades. Blood would be shed if it meant claiming his rightful spot amongst the gods of Alacritia. He had heard rumors of children spawned from the Empress of Olympus, and they could be useful for his plans.

"K?lasi̱ tha tr?xei el?f̱thero se prothym?a, perim?nei na apelef̱thero̱the? ." Fluent Greek lyrics would flow from his inky lips, with burning orbs sweeping across the cauldron of fire, as he would dare to traverse yet even closer to the hungry flames, standing about a foot away, a wicked smile morphing his face into that of a hellion. Plans would form, and they would not expect the sinned to become the true gods, and those once thought of as gods, will become the sinned...