forum The Gods are All That Remain / Soft Apocalypse / Either one on one or vvy small group rp / Closed!!

Started April 30, 2021 by @ElderGodSwimwithGamers group

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Mm… I don't think Marcos would work, unfortunately. With his history, doing something like this to Victoria is not something he would do. The most likely to have would be Astral, if you want to do someone from my pantheon, and could potentially be Derlik or Brutus under the right conditions

Alright then, I’ll go with Astral

Got it! Anything in particular you'd like to know about Astral?

Mmm maybe his powers? I’d think Joel would inherit some of them

Got it! All gods have very similar powers, with only one that's unique to each one. The general powers are things such as teleportation, and the ability to change their own body in various ways, and other small things that don't have much effect on others or the world around them. Astral's unique power that Joel could inherit would be size manipulation of anyone and anything, without the need for Claiming

Oooo interesting

So! Shall we get started then? I do have some plot ideas for later on aha

Sure! Also I think I’ll have Joel’s power’s develop later, like when he’s a toddler or smth, so right now Victoria and Charlie just think he’s a regular human

Okay, sounds like a plan to me! Want to start or me?

You can start ^^

Got it! It'll be a bit then aha

The world was a lonely place, by design. Most weren't allowed to settle down in one place for too long, let alone with those they were not related to, or recognized by some god or another as lovers. Settlements were strictly forbidden. The gods would not have any towns, or cities, besides those of their own making. The kind that was hidden away, closely monitored. Like pets, even.

This was, perhaps, why misfortune fell upon Victoria and Charlie. Two people led to three, and three people led to more until there was too much. Too many. Or, perhaps there were beings who knew of the child, who wished to see if there was more to what they had in store for them in the outside world.
No matter the reason, though, their home was to be destroyed. If they were going to stay together, they must do so without a place to rest.
It was barely daybreak when they came. The minor gods, the ones who were always sent to… fix problems like this.

“Victoria.”
The numbness of sleep crumbled with Charlie’s voice. She could feel the soft buckskin beneath her, Joel’s small body resting against her side.
“Victoria. Wake up.”
Her eyes fluttered open. Charlie’s leafy green ones stared back at her, full of urgency.
“Hmm?” Victoria murmured groggily. “What is it?”
“The gods. I was working in the garden and they came and told me to get you.”
A shiver ran down Victoria’s spine. “Have we… have we stayed together for too long?”
Charlie’s expression turned almost anguished. She didn’t reply.
She slowly sat up, looking around. The small kitchen sat in one corner, herbs and harvested crops hanging from the ceiling. In another were the shelves that held Victoria’s favorite books and the old camera her dad let her keep, as well as the fabrics Victoria wanted to sew in the future, once she was done mending Charlie’s cloak. In the center was a large black bearskin where everyone ate and spent time together. So many memories were made here. Would they have to leave it all behind?
She quickly dressed and gathered Joel in a cloth carrier which she wrapped around her torso and chest, so that Joel rested on her back, still asleep. Together, she and Charlie went out and kneeled before the gods.

Three had come, which wasn't a good sign. Two were still in their more animalistic forms, looking over the area. The third was waiting for the two women, cigarette in hand. While humans had been forced to give up most advances, the gods much preferred to keep their luxuries.
"Let's get this over quick, hm? We've been told to come deal with you two deciding to settle down here together. Unless you're both willing to become official lovers, you've got ten minutes to pack up the essentials and get." The god didn't even bother looking at the two women kneeling down until he caught sight of the child. He paused, before taking a step forward.
"And who's child is this?" He demanded. "Who's the father?"

With each passing second, Victoria felt a mounting sense of dread. At the mention of lovers, though, they glanced at each other awkwardly. Charlie loved both men and women, and had confessed her love to Victoria some time before Joel was born. Victoria in turn confessed that she didn’t love her back, not in that way. It was a strange time, but they had moved passed it. To become lovers now would be dishonest, and neither of them wanted that.
She flinched at the god’s demand, but managed to keep her voice level. “The child is mine, lord. I don’t know the father, he didn’t tell me his name.”

"Ah, a slut then," The god said. He reached down, moving to hold the boy's head. He drew his hand back, then, frowning. He didn't say a word about the child, turning.
"Well, what are you two going to do? If you're leaving, I'd suggest you get packing. I don't have the time of day to deal with two indecisive mortals." The two other gods moved to his side, looking down at the women. One turned to his human form, looking to the other.
"Do you always have to be so rude?" He asked eyebrow raised. He didn't give Victoria and Charlie any other instructions, though. They had ten minutes.

Victoria resisted the urge to reach up and slap the god’s hand away from Joel. Charlie glanced up from looking down at the grass. “We’re- we’re leaving.” She rose, tapping Victoria’s shoulder for her to follow. Victoria then stood as well and followed Charlie inside.
“I’ll pack up the essentials,” Charlie said. “You can get anything else we might want to take with us.”
Victoria nodded. “Oh, here,” she said. She bent down and grabbed one of the larger pieces of fabric folded on the shelves. “Use this so it’ll be easier to carry.”
She nodded, taking it. “Thanks.” And she went and gathered food from the kitchen. Victoria took to rolling up the buck and bearskins, then went back and decided to take her dad’s old camera, one children’s book she wanted to read to Joel when he was older, and one her favorite novels. As she did so, Charlie moved to pack up clothes and canteens of water. Eventually they felt like they had everything they might need. Everything was wrapped up in the stretch of fabric, which Charlie tied up and carried. Victoria took the rolled up skins. As they walked back out, she could hear Joel starting to wake up, moaning and whimpering behind her.
“We’ve packed, my lords,” Charlie said, her eyes hard.

Name: Tragedy Aalto
Nicknames: None yet
Age: 23
Gender: Fuck if they know but they're not cis (they/them)
Sexuality: They're still confused on this one too but they're pretty sure they like everyone
Race: Human
Looks:

- Eyes: Honey colored eyes that would look larger if their lids weren't perpetually half-closed.
- Hair: Tragedy has dark, curly hair that they like to keep as short as possible; it's always incredibly uneven because they don't own scissors and hacking off your own hair with a knife if not what one would call a precise practice, but the curls hide it well enough.
- Face: Ovular, as faces tend to be. Seemingly designed for pouting, with eyes and a mouth that naturally tilt downwards at the edges. Gently freckled, with skin the color of packaged hot chocolate sat in the sun (yes, that clarification is important to me). Scarred.
- Body: Rather lanky. Most of Tragedy's body seems to be leg. Their arms are surprisingly muscular, a fact that they are immensely proud of, and their entire body maintains a gentle coating of freckles. It is also scarred!
- Height: 5'9," which they are also imensely proud of.
- General weight: Probably somewherein the mid-hundreds. 160lbs, give or take.
- Typical Clothes: A black kilt (kilts are easier to make than pants, and they will die on this particular hill), a (probably also black) shirt tucked into the kilt, tall socks, and whatever shoes they currently own that haven't been completely worn out (usually boots).
- Work clothes: The same, all they own are kilts, shirts, and tall socks.
- Relaxing clothes: Bold of you to assume they relax, but their wardrobe is very simple, so (you're gonna be shocked about ths one) a kilt, a shirt, and tall socks. They might not be wearing socks if they're completely chilling because they like to walk around barefoot, but generally, they have One Look and they are going to stick with it.
- Distinguishing Marks: 3 scars running directly across their face, from top left to bottom right. They won't say how they got them.

Personality: Tragedy is generally a very easygoing and go-with-the-flow sort of person. They like to act elegant and bored most of the time, because they think it's cool and sexy to be uninterested in everything, but they're naturally fairly curious. They try to use language that's as flowery as they can make it, once again because they think it's cool and sexy, but they also swear a lot so it all sort of balances out. Hot and absolutely unbothered.
Background: Grew up in a travelling caravan, a group of nomadic families who shared all responsibilities as a group. It was pretty rad, as most of the adults they grew up with were laid-back and let the children do whatever they wanted, but there was a group who joined the caravan when Tragedy was about 9, and they were incredibly abusive to the children when no one else was around. At age 13, they and 3 other kids slits the throats of their abusers, and dragged their bodes as far away as they possibly could while still being able to reach the caravan before dawn. It's one of their proudest moments. Eventually, Tragedy reached adulthood, and chose to leave the caravan, wandering the world on ther own. They usually had a friend or two with them, as they liked making friends, and travelling was less fun alone. When they were 21, they entered into a relationship that quickly became toxic and soon after became abusive. It was only the two of them travelling together, so Tragedy couldn't really see any way out of it. This relationship went on until the two of them got into an argument, and Tragedy's partner made a very serious threat on their life. They were severely injured, and thought they were going to be killed when Serna stepped in. Tragedy doesn't know what happened to their partner, but they know that when they woke up, he was gone and in his place was an actual fucking goddess. They regret most of that first encounter; it mainly involved them crying and profusely apologizing in turns, and was all-around very embarrassing for them. But they were Claimed, and Serna has been the guardian they needed. They've only ever been incredibly grateful for the goddess who Claimed them.
Likes: Rain, falling leaves, wind, small animals, sleeping, the stars, breathing (they just appreate the feeliing of air in their lungs, man), feeling free, food, any drugs they can get their hands on
Dislikes: Being trapped or stuck in one place, the cold, being alone, old men, the desert, vv small knives, toothaches
Strengths: Fast, a good amount of upper body strength, quick thinker, good at climbing (they've spent most of their life hiding in trees), good survival skills
Weaknesses: Not observant; reaction times are slow, they tend to store away their thoughts and feelings for later consideration which just leads to larger breakdowns, no sense of self-preservation
Fears: Severe claustrophobia, never feeling like they're real again, being abandoned, pain (I feel like everyone's kinda scared of pain but they just expect it and react to it viscerally)
Pets?: They have a pet mouse. His name is Geranium
Powers?: Nah
Other: They experience chronic dissociation. It's mild a lot of the time, and extremely distracting and upsetting other times, but they never really feel entirely present; there's always a sort of disconnect between them and reality. It's been this way since they were 13.