forum Aphrodite and Hephaestus // Private RP with Emi

Started April 25, 2019 by @blue_topaz

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Here it is, Emi :D

Name:
Age: (how old they appear to be, and how old they actually are)
Gender:
Sexuality:
God(dess) of:
Powers:
Appearance:
General Attire:
Personality:
Backstory: (optional)
Other:

Heya sorry I'm late!

Np my dude
I’m just working on my form rn, I’ll try to get it up by tonight but no promises

Oh that's alright. My internet at my house is being really funky so I might be super slow.

Dw about it~
I’ll try to have it up by this afternoon

Ay thanks for being understanding. I'm at school atm so I kinda have time?
Don't rush yourself ❤️

You too, take your time~

Name: Aphrodite
Age: Thousands of years old, appears to be in her early twenties
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pansexual
Goddess of: Love, passion, heartbreak
Powers: Can make anyone fall in love (or out of it), can heal or damage a broken heart further, can hypnotise people and wipe/alter their memories of past lovers. Like all gods, she can shift forms, teleport, and communicate telepathically.
Appearance: Aphrodite has multiple forms, but when in her favourite, she has thick, rich brown hair in loose ringlets cut about halfway down her back, and in a middle part with a widow’s peak. She has two different coloured eyes, the one warm brown and the other a beautiful shade of light blue. A heart-shaped face, smooth, tanned skin dotted with faint freckles, and generally soft features. Tall, definite curves, a body shape halfway between an hourglass and pear-shaped figure. In whatever form she chooses to appear in, she never hides any of her scars. She’s got one running over the bridge of her nose, several small ones speckling her body, and marks around her wrists that were made from heavy shackles.

General Attire: A surprisingly simple white peplos (traditional Ancient Greek garment for women), sandals inlaid with gold (though she occasionally goes barefoot), and a few gold filigree bracelets adorning her wrists (far more humble dress than most of her siblings). As well, she wears a pendant made of gold wire that has been twisted into the shape of the anatomical human heart.

Personality: Seemingly light-hearted, flirtatious, jokes around quite a bit, won’t shy away from rudeness or sarcasm. Prefers passive-aggressiveness, but when someone has made her angry? They had better run for their lives, because she’s absolutely ruthless and merciless when it comes to revenge, and it doesn’t help that she has an extremely short temper. Lies as naturally as breathing, a surprisingly artistic mindset, hides her pain, shame, and guilt from everyone else around her.

Backstory: (optional) To be revealed through rping.
Other: An amazing dancer, singer, and musician. Loves the musical and theatrical arts

Name: Hephaestus
Age: Over thousands of years old (about 4,000), looks to be in his early thirties
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
God(dess) of: Fire, Metalworking, Stone Masonry, Forges, and the Art of Sculpture.
Powers: He can kindle a fire in any place, has "The Gift of Forging" which when bestowed on a mortal Greek, will allow them to have the impeccable gift of perfect forging. However, Hephaestus is very picky with whom he chooses, and he mostly chooses young children of old blacksmiths to carry this gift.
Appearance: Generally unshaven with a curly, dark beard that hugs his sharp jaw and curls under his prominent chin. His face is sharper at the jaw and cheeks, with a sharp-jutting nose that is crooked to the side. His eyes are droopy and a dark brown, always heavy lidded to the exposure of ash and flame. Rather short but well-built. Lame in one leg. Has hair everywhere, even on his feet. Scars, mainly on his hands.
General Attire: He is mostly dressed in a comfortable white tunic, with a thick leather belt that holds weapons he himself holds dear. Most of the time, that weapon is just a knife. Barefoot, even in his forge, where it is most dangerous.
Personality: Serious and quiet. He is a rather wise God, always trying to wiggle out of trouble or drama. Always reluctant to accept certain things. Stubborn and unruly once he meets someone new, however, once he warms up to someone, he can be quite bubbly and caring.
Backstory: (It'll be revealed.)
Other: Hephaestus lives close to underground, away from the other Gods so he can preserve a very hot flame for his forgery without hearing complaints from others. Enjoys reading.

Aphrodite, daughter of Zeus, was the kind of woman everyone wanted.

Men and women alike, all enamoured by the divine body she possessed, left drooling at the sight of her generous curves and full, pink mouth. They chased after her, burned offerings nightly, attempted time and time again to lure her into their beds…

And she hated it.

Even as a holy being, the goddess of love itself, she was still viewed as an object by some, no matter what form she took. Years ago, when she craved the fleeting, temporary solace her brethren and people's approval would bring, she chose to enshroud herself in glamours. She would appear differently to each person, depending on what they found most attractive. To some, she appeared male, to some female, to others neither or both, or something in between. Sometimes she had blonde hair, other times it was black and cropped short. And over time, she lost her sense of self and personality. Her self-respect withered away. It took centuries of realigning her entire worldview until she felt…. whole, once again.

Aphrodite enjoyed feeling beautiful. She liked wearing flowing skirts and the occasional golden necklace, she liked looking a her reflection in the mirror and feeling satisfied. But, at the same time, she had a reputation uphold. So she settled on the appearance of a beautiful brunette with entrancing mismatched eyes, but made sure each and every one of her scars was visible on her battlefield of a body, however shapely it appeared to be.

Whispers now followed her through the bustling streets of Athens. She gave a secretive smile to each who stared, tugging her white hoot further over her head. Tired of the drama on Olympus, she had escaped for the day, posing as a follower of the goddess of love rather than the actual deity of love.

A soft sigh parted her lips as she passed a pair of men, grown adults who were no more than friends to the human eye. But all it took for her was one look, and she could clearly see how in love the one was with the other.

Will I ever find that kind of love?

It was ironic… she seemed to be the only one who could never have it in her grasp.

(sorry that was bad, I'm in a rush)

(It wasn't bad at all!)

Hephaestus (is it okay if I call him Heph for the sake of time? Sorry lol) was a simple man with simple values. He was quiet, subdued, and so unlike most of Zeus' many children. Zeus, for one, absolutely disliked his son because of it.

Heph didn't consider himself in the long bloodline of his father anymore. He was his own man, with his own goals bringing him down to a foggy path of most likely, the same thing: blacksmithing. And of course, he was the God of all things like, so was he complaining? No. He quite liked the sanctuary of his giant forgery, the only gift from his father he actually valued.

Occasionally Heph could be seen limping through the crowds of Athens and Olympus snuggled away into a comfy blanket given to him by his mother, Hera. He loved his mother with all of his heart, and she seemed to feel the same about him. He considered himself to be the favorite out of all of her biological children. She visited him the most and gave him small gifts she sewed herself. It was quite nice, for the God of Forgery.

This quiet man also enjoyed sculpture, as it was just a "hobby" of his. He enjoyed sculpting animals the best, especially big cats and occasionally a bird he found interesting. He felt quite bad when he had to shoot it down to use for his model, but he always buried it once he was done. He was a God of honor, and he held himself up to it. He was better than his father. He was better than his brothers.

Heph made himself a comfortable life a little outside the reaches of Olympus, where most Gods and Goddesses bustled about. Heph disliked being sneered at for his strange banter and family drama that was behind it. His father was really the rathful, angry type. The Gods who could not see that were blind, Heph felt. He had suffered under the hand of it, after all. So many have.

Heph hurried along the streets of a bustling city in Greece, a few thick iron pieces trapped in his large hands as he struggled through the people to get back home. He ignored the startled cries of people he knocked away, intent on leaving the realm of subjects. He wanted to be back in the comfortable heat of his home.

(Heph sounds like a rad nickname)

Aphrodite turned her head when a flash of metal caught her eye, scanning the crowd until her gaze locked on a very familiar figure hurrying through the crowd.

Hephaestus.

She heaved a sigh, angling her head away again. The smith god was famous for his dislike of the entire family, particularly the King of Gods himself, and while Aphrodite could never quite bring herself to smile around the latter, she understood nothing about Hephaestus. For one, the goddess he most frequently spoke with was Hera, of all people. Aphrodite could respect many of the Olympians, but Hera? She couldn't stand the sight of her Queen. Furthermore, Hephaestus was so… reclusive. Separate from his flesh and blood.

He probably thinks no higher than me than he does of his father.

But, just as she was about to make her escape, she caught sight of a pair of winged sandals, descending from the sky.

(Lmao true tho)

Heph was able to hurry away into a more secure, abandoned area before shiftily looking around and poping (i feel like any God would be able to teleport back and forth so) away into Olympus. He didn't lower the blanket on his head and back away, only glanced around a couple times, hiking the steel in his arm up under it and shuffling along trying his best to hide his limp and his gaze. He moved even quicker despite the limp, trying to evade conversation and not hit anybody.

He hadn't noticed Aphrodite as he passed her in that street, but if he had he probably just would have ignored her, as he always does. He didn't want to get in the way of the affairs of his female sisters, knowing full well Zeus might try and make his life worse if Heph did. Heph knew it was bad enough that he got along well with his envious mother. He felt nothing towards his female siblings, as Zeus probably wanted from the crippled God. Heph knew he was nothing in the eyes of his father, and Heph could easily raise his chin against it, now.

(hey.. sorry, I've been avoiding nb for the past few days. Might not be on this weekend, either)

"Hermes….?"

Aphrodite blinked at the sandy-haired god as he alighted on the ground, the air rippling and distorting around the both of them. An illusion—one to mask the unusual meeting form the mortal eye.

Hermes gave her a flippant grin, all dimples and sparkling blue eyes. "Aphrodite, love, nice to see you."

The goddess's stomach twisted, but she pulled a flirtatious smile onto her lips instead. Though the Olympians frequently created romantic connections with their siblings, she was free of what she considered an impure love. She wasn't related to any of them, as she was born from Ouranos's blood in the sea rather than his seed in the Earth Mother. "Is there a message for me?"

Hermes hummed carelessly, shifting his glittering caduceus to his other hand and pulling a scroll from thin air. "The King of gods requests your presence."

(That's okay!)

Heph had been scuttling along fine, beetle-like, until he blinked once and found himself at the large room of his father's at the top of the hill. He gasped, dropping his heavy steel pieces with loud clatterings. He ripped his blanket from his shoulders and moved away from Zeus, who was seated in a large throne, next to a smaller one of Hera. Zeus was a large and mighty man, with dark hair and a large beard. He looked absolutely unlike any man alive, he was so powerful.

"Father! Why do you bring me here?" Heph asked with slight apprehensiveness in his tone, glowering up at his father nevertheless.

Zeus ignored his son, just waving his hand lazily for the other to be silent. Hera glared at her husband. Everyone knew Hera disliked her husband for a number of reasons, but disrespecting the children she carried seemed to be one of them.

Aphrodite frowned, a furrow forming beneath her brows as she unrolled the message. The moment she did, however, everything distorted and twisted, browns melting into the beautiful whites and golds of Olympus.

Baffled, she looked around, only to see the King and Queen of Olympus….. and Hephaestus, god of the forge.

Her gut twisted, but she forced the smile back onto her face and dipped into a low curtsy. "My King." Her eyes flicked to Hera. "My Queen. For what am I needed?"

Zeus smiled at the Goddess, bowing his head back to her. Hera kept her frosty silence along with Heph, who seemed very interested in how he was lifting his steel to move on after the meeting.

(Damn i hope this isn't bad lmao)

Zeus stood from his throne and crossed the pretty marble floor to stand between the wholly beautiful Goddess and Zeus' gruff, unhappy counter, Heph.
"I have called you here today, my Aphrodite, because there is jealousy surrounding you." He gazed at her thoughtfully, his electric blue eyes shining. "So Hera and I have agreed to marry you to Hephaestus to prevent… further action against you. He is the best person to protect you." Unfortunately…

(it's not bad at all!)

Aphrodite's response was frosty and instantaneous.

"No."

One word, flat and hard. Unyielding, even to the King of the Gods himself. Though he technically commanded her, she was a far more ancient being than he was, born of the primordial sky god's blood, whereas he was the spawn of Ouranos's wretched child.

"Let them be jealous, my lord. I will not be bound down to anyone, however ironic that may be due to the power I command. I am a goddess, not a mortal, and I can protect myself against whatever comes."