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This....this is how the world spiraled into madness. It all began with the actions of one man, Ethan Bannister leading a revolution he simply called a cleansing. He exposed the entire supernatural world to the mortals condemning it. These beings and abilities that existed outside of the world humans had known were dangerous in his eyes. They had to be eliminated for the world to be safe. The attack started in stages. Strategically Bannister realized the risk of confronting these creatures. They had power and ability that far exceed the limits of human weaponry.  Therefore the first victims of this movement were magical in nature. It was an attempt to even the playing field before all out war against the various species. He claimed this type of power was too easily abused. It could be used to control or harm people against their will.  It could provide leverage to anyone that sought to harm the defenseless masses. He failed to mention the damage people had caused over the centuries with mechanical weapons. Only presenting the facts that supported his cause brainwashing those he declared he was protecting. Bannister found in libro de mystica vires, absconsa. It was a scroll that contained the story behind origin and evolution of magic. It also had a spell to unravel it, removing all traces of it from the world. Despite the man's aversion to the use of spells he performed the incantation from the aged paper. From there he began a witch hunt singling out anyone that had formerly participated in the use of the supposedly dark art. They were convicted without trial, drug out into the streets stoned or burned. As the magically inclined dwindled in numbers he began take his battle to the less than human creatures that walked the earth. He raised awareness of the beasts instructing the average citizen how to disperse of them. People began taking up arms. They were full of fear and rage. They became close minded not thinking before they reacted to an individual they perceived as a threat. It was the beginnings of a war against the species. Cities succumbed to chaos. Buildings crumbled. Katarina appeared to be the only one completely unfazed by the incantation on the scroll, the keeper of magic. Perhaps it was part of the prophecy about her being the light in the dark. She was the chosen taking charge in their fight for survival. The angelic girl healed the injured, protected the weak, and organized the people. While the brainiac types under her command were bustling unsuccessfully attempting to find a spell she could utilize to restore magic to the world, she worked to gather those innocent people under attack. The rumor was she was also devising a plan of assault on Bannister at his head quarters. Kaitlyn and William retained a small spark of power due to their blood relation to the light. They had grown up and matured a great deal in a small amount of time. They were no longer children. They were leaders. Katie was in control of the crew's main base of operation in her mother's absence. It was located in the bottom floor of an abandoned high rise building in a part of town called the forbidden zone. This was the place that supernatural creatures were known to hide and humans feared to tread.  She used her limited abilities to keep the shelter protected guarding it from misguided mortals that came into this part of the cities search to eliminate the nuisance, them. William was in charge of supplies. He took crews out in search of necessities like food, water, bandages, and antibiotics.  He watched over his people as they attempted to gather things without being caught by the mortals watchful eyes.

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These roles are the Canon roles that you see within the tv show. Though playby's from the show is preferred they are not required. We are negotiable with the playby's of minor characters. Storybrooke Alice Ariel Aurora Belle (Lacey) Blue Fairy Cinderella (Ashley Boyd) Cora Mills Emma Swan Glinda Grace Granny Kathryn Nolan Maleficent Marian Mulan Rapunzel Regina Mills Ruby Snow White (Mary-Margaret) Tinkerbell Wendy Darling Zelena Hogwarts Alicia Spinnet Angelina Johnson Bellatrix Lestrange Cho Chang Ginny Weasley Hannah Abbott Hermione Katie Bell Lavender Brown Luna Lovegood Millicent Bulstrode Minerva McGonagall Molly Weasley Narcissa Malfoy Nymphadora Tonks Padma Patil Pansy Parkinson Parvati Patil Penelope Clearwater Romilda Vane Susan Bones Trelawney Camelot Freya Grunhilda Gwen Morgana Morgause Ygraine Middle Earth Arwen Eowyn Freda Galadriel Morwen Rohan Refugee/Barmaid Narnia Mrs. Beaver Jadis the White Witch Lucy Pevensie Prunaprismia Susan Pevensie Queen Lilliandil Westeros Armeca Arya Stark Asha Greyjoy Brienne of Tarth Catelyn Stark Cersei Lannister Daenerys Targaryen Lysa Arryn Margaery Tyrell Melisandre Olenna Tyrell Ros Osha Sansa Stark Shae Talisa Stark Ygritte Camp Halfblood Annabeth Chase Aphrodite Artemis Athena Hera Medusa Persephone Sally Grace Thalia Grace CLOSED NONE

RULE 1: I will change absolutely nothing about this character to fit him in your verse. If you can't fit in Declan's world then don't bother messaging me. I am very selective about plots. Declan is a LAPD Narcotics officer turned FBI Agent turned IRA King all my plots will have a crime background. I'm not interested in anything Supernatural. RULE 2: I'm always in character, so I expect you to be able to tell the difference between real life and roleplay. Flirting from me means absolutely nothing OOC. If I don't think our characters have a future I will delete you. Declan is a mentally disturbed  asshole if you take rp personally this isn't a place for you. RULE 3: I only reply to things that catch my interested. All the generic introductions and "Care to discuss sls?" will not be responded to. If you don't want to be just a number to me then send me something worth my time. Otherwise that is all you will be to me. RULE 4: I will not tolerate being rushed on replies. I write when the mood strikes me. RULE 5: I expect at least multi-para literate replies. RULE 6: Declan suffers from Major depression and anger issues. A relationship with him will not be a picture perfect one. Any romantic plot will be developed through writing. I am incredible picky about this. 

'Real Name: Zalavar Mali MendozaVillage Disguise name: Nissa EvlosziaAmongst a world filled of bloodshed and greed, were the few kingdoms that resisted such impurities, societies of which only fought to protect. One Kingdom in particular was ruled by a well-loved King and Queen. The people of the kingdom were built of strong characters. They respected every life that Almja had to offer. They sent prayers to the goddess Malivia and her daughter AroMae, they loved their fellow brother's and sister's of the terrain and respected the balance of which came with sharing the planet with other organisms. Mavilia had always taken pity on the Queen's infertile womb, she was understanding, caring and kind of heart, all traits that great mother's possessed. Proud of their persisting view of natural balance and equality of earth, yet sorrowed by their incapability to conceive a child of their own, on a night of shared passions between the king and queen the goddess impregnated the woman with the soul of her own daughter, a true gift to the human pair.As Legends tell- A....child was to be born from vine and sun. She would be honored by heaven's grace, a favorite of the gods. This child would be subjected to a life of battle. In youth she would be hunted on earth by her own kind and despised throughout all of hell's core, with age she would grow to be a warrior, an embodiment of the the star, Goddess AroMae daughter to Malivia . As the tale has been spread from the Eastern Forest, to the Western Mountains it has been told that the child was born of Gods decent, instilling the soul of a goddess who wept for the planet but could not tend to it in its time of need. The child is said to be gifted with a most precious powers, and with great potential.A respectable Queen and King were to be graced with a single gift of life and beauty. And so the Wars began!In pain- from that of a Lyzain womb, Edeline and Aelious named their gift from the heavens, Zalavar Mali Mendoza.. No right mind of the royals believed such a tale could become a reality...a legend.With every new born prince or princess came uproar and rejoicing, talk of arranged marriages with neighboring kingdoms even those foreign, began to arise. The world was in too much chaos, many kingdoms were blinded by greed, and lustful desires...not good intentions. Edeline and Aelious came to an understanding of the dangers and mild customs their daughter was now born to obey. With pain and in sorrow the King and Queen decided to send Zalavar away to live in disguise among the villagers; there the young princess would grow up with values and hopefully the strength and courage that would be needed to survive in this new world that life knew of today.The King and Queen bestowed with honor the task of raising their child to the kingdom's most trusted, The Golden Knight of the East [Borden], and the Royal family's most trusted friend. When time came to relinquish their daughter to the Knight and his beloved wife who'd recently lost a child of their own to a feverish illness, both felt very unsuited for such an honor at a second chance to raise a child and one of royalty. Both the King and Queen while saddened and heart broken, were very insistent. For the time being, their daughter, and the kingdom were safer as Zalavar's death was acknowledged and passed from the Forest and Valleys that the princess passed away in the night. This falsification of the child's death lay to rest a War at the Kingdom's door, and retained peace amongst the neighboring villages and kingdoms. The young princess grew up knowing Borden and Gabrielle as her only parents.Nissa grew up happily, with love the village, the people and the wilderness that surrounded the village she'd grew up calling home. She was never loved any less by either of her parents for not being their own blood. Throughout Nissa's youth, Gabrielle fell ill with the same sickness as their deceased son. Being the strong woman she'd grown to be, Gabrielle fought off the illness several times, until the eve of the Sun and Earth ceremony, where the sickness won the well fought battle and carried Gabrielle to the afterlife ,Nissa was 7 at the time. While this left Borden torn and deeply broken, his love for Nissa never altered. Borden treated Nissa as a princess but eventually fed into her wishes of becoming a trainee with the lads of the village. The Golden Knight was the head general of The Elites: Shadow knights also known as the Arrows. The boys of the village(s) were placed in categories based upon skills and talents, and trained as either warriors, Mages, metal smiths main Solider defenses and so forth.Nissa from the tender age of 3 showed signs of warrior skill. Gabrielle would bring Nissa to trainings to watch her father at his finest hours, and as Nissa aged she grew to adore Borden in his line of work, and worked to follow his foot steps. She began to train herself with wooden staffs, she even tried to make herself a bow when she was 6. Borden understood her love for the life of protection, and aid to the village, but he also noted her love of the forest, a place he would continuously pry her from.There was once a time, Borden found Nissa at the Forest's edge tending to a young injured mare to which has been at her side ever since" Little one..the forest is a dangerous place...See to it that you will never wander in it's wake without me at your side.." The words of a father's worry for his child.Nissa was permitted to enroll in training, she quickly excelled in mostly all of her rankings. She mastered Archery, and hand to hand combat. Her weakest point in battle appears to be her ability to wield a sword BUT she has trained herself at throwing knives to attempt to make up for her weakness.                                           Specific Details Find HEREStill Under Con. ***  Copyright �2008

In Ancient times planets were watched over by gods and goddesses, many of which were created by their caretakers. One planet in particular, AlmJa was highly cherished by the Goddess Mavilia, it was a product of her own flesh and a master piece molded by her very hands. The planet was bare, there was no life that inhabited it's surface and with every living creation Mavilia placed on the planet's surface death soon followed. The lands were desert dry and infertile making the environment uninhabitable. Mavilia continued to construct different forms of life that were only later recycled with new ideas, the cycle continuing until the goddess found herself flooded in frustration and climaxing defeat . Thousands of years passed and still, AlmJa remained cracked and cratered.  Mavilia still found hardship in making her beloved planet flourish, and soon allowed a new joy to take light in her life. She birthed a daughter, AroMae, a bundle with crystal eyes of blue, and skin and hair as flawless as the moon and stars. AroMae, a child of the stars with a light brighter than most, grew to love her mother's stories Hopes and dreams for AlmJa. With age AroMae took a large interest in the planet that her mother once dedicated so much of her time to. With the nurturing nature and warmth Mavilia ordered and AroMae's youthful-imagination, the pair sculpted the planet's surface: Much like a child playing in the soil AroMae's creativity in her youth far exceed her mother's, she made mounds of the minerals, reforming the terrain from flat to full of lumpy hills, the pointed structures later to be named mountains and deep long carved lanes and dips that later filled with water.The new landscape of the planet gave Mavilia the inspiration to recreate many living creations starting with plant life, then proceeded to creatures of all sorts minus humans. AroMae introduced water and filled the dips and deep lanes with the life sustaining liquid resulting in rivers and oceans.AroMae spent a lot of her time growing among the animals, talking with them as she'd have with any god or goddess. She sang with the trees and the wind, ran about the forests and swam in the lakes, a life of freedom and carelessness. Mavilia was at near satisfaction with the transformation of Almja, and upon one last decision produce a form of creature that was like non other previously produced. These creatures took the visual appearance of the gods in flesh, blood and bone but were stripped of any power. As a gift from mother to daughter Mavilia gave Almja to her daughter to keep watch over its inhabitants and its progress.Millenia passed and AroMae grew. She watched over the plant, its inhabitants and from time to time visited her brothers and sisters of Mavilia. As humans evolved and matured they brought with them advancements and a whole new way of life that spoiled their purity leading to greed, destruction and death.The humans, sculpted to resemble gods and goddesses in flesh and blood were born pure of heart and soul, yet in a world full of greed, individuals easily straying from the path of peace that Mavilia had so strongly hoped would never fault. There was always to be a time of chaos, a time when entropy was to overcome the order of life as many know it to be, and for the humans that time brought destruction with it. In such a time of disorder, rising quarrels between structured societies/kingdoms and creatures once of peaceful nature, were now transformed by rage, hatred coursed through their veins. Many Kingdoms found themselves engulfed in an endless war. Times had changed drastically and in these times many of Mavilia's human creations tore the seams of her and AroMae's hard work of molded perfections. The lands had become so dangerous that AroMae's presence upon her beloved world was forbidden.AroMae protested on behalf of the planet she'd grown so fond of, she plead with her mother to allow her to ascend to the planet's surface and speak with the surface dwellers, to wash away the stained red from the soil and help dissipate the evil and turmoil of it's atmosphere. Such request were originally denied, denied her wish to return to the now dangerous planes of Almja AroMae's light slowly began to fade. By abiding by her mother's wishes sorrow over took the young goddess' heart in turn threatening her life. Mavilia, heartbroken of her daughter's condition did the only thing that she thought possible and sent what remained of AroMae's being, her pure soul to the planet in hopes of restoring peace and tranquility to the unraveling master piece the pair loved so much and worked so hard to create..                                                                       Copyright �2008

Name: Sonali SparksAge:  16Nationality: Of the Galaxy Hobbies: Traveling, sunbathing, singing, Hanging with her foster family, listening to Logan play music.S.O: Follows an internal Yearning [may never settle down but loves strongly]Nicknames: Lumi�re/Lu [courtesy of Logan]Career: High school student - [pursued by the X-men, S.H.I.E.L.D and other super-beings and organizations] Living situation: With foster mom  FamilyFoster Parent: Harlow Lea Sparks, Foster Sister: Logan Marie[Biological Family: Sonali is a child of a Star and the Sun. ]  ***Background on Harlow[Adoptive Mother]: Harlow is infertile, she always wanted children but could never conceive any herself. She struggled to find someone who did not find her lack of fertility unsettling. Once she did- she was engaged and to be married, but her lover die of cancer that took wake in his body and gave him little time to live. Through the hard time of watching her beloved die she turned to her work as an escape. - With the welcoming of Logan in her life (1st Foster child) and a few years later Sonali she finds herself awakening, and rekindling parts of her that she thought no longer existed. Abilities: Sonali is a Phoenix of legend. There have been several before her, but she is special due to being the only Phoenix born with in the last 5 years throughout all the universe.  She can summon a flame as she pleases. She can not stand the cold, - therefore winter is her most unfavored season BUT she does find it to be one of the most beautiful. She can be highly influenced by the sun's presence if the weather drastically changes.  She has learned to control her anger which can be fused by a short temper and a intolerant being.  Personality: She has very good judgement, and is very patient. Sonali is very obedient, and polite, not at all as Logan was as a teen- or as she is currently. Sonali is very close with her adoptive sister, Logan Marie and Harlow her adoptive mother. She more willingly goes to events with her mother as she enjoys the regal life style/appearance, mostly she highly enjoys watching everyone in diamonds - they remind her of the stars. - Sonali can be found sunbathing, star gazing and loves camping ( /the great outdoors).  BKGDSonali doesn't remember much of her story because she tries to forget most of her life up until being taken in by Harlow and Logan. Because of her past she is VERY resistant to hospitals. When Sonali was born doctors discovered she was not exactly the average human.  Through running varies test (as are run when born) doctors recommended to her parents that she She was very warm to the touch (her temperature was not normal) and her body readings were not natural. She was raised in a lab, as a test rat- as her mother died delivering her.  Sonali at a young age could not control what powers she was born with- although scientist coaxed her into using them for their benefit (test).  The first time that Sonali disobeyed request of those in white lab coats - her fear and anger ( as they warned to punish her) resulted in an fire so strong that the department could not put it out-. The girl escaped and has made her way by wondering and begging for food.  Some how- she has avoided foster care. She can not confidently call Harlow mom, and consider herself in a family, one she never had. Under construction...

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             Name: Margret Anna Imagine: /Molly Quinn               Age:  17House: GryffindorWand: Mahogany and Dragon's Tooth. Hobbies/Likes: Reading, exploration, Ice cream, Making leaves dance, studying outsideS.O: Bi-sexualNicknames: N/A Career:  StudentLiving situation:   Hogwarts and with FriendsFamily: Mother died in battle, Father Died in War. Lived with her Father's parents- under harsh and unloving conditions- Her emotional unstableness ( due to her father's death) and the hatred of her grandparents influenced her Schizophrenic persona. Abilities:  Half breed Witch. Personality: Very quiet and to herself. Will talk with students in classes when assigned to. Bkgd: When I was a child my mother was killed in the wizardry battle between good and evil. They say she was one of the best Witches to have stepped foot into Hogwarts, she excelled in all of her studies. Hermione Margret Granger was her name, You may have heard of her.  She was a full-blooded being, and the Whitest witch there ever were, in terms of talent and purpose. She meant a soldier boy, my father at the youthful age of 16 and fell madly in love with him. My father tells me that he did not know this until they were married and pregnant with me. With every year's break My mother would visited him, and with time he grew fond of her - more so than he could have ever imagined. In time they were married and I was conceived, at that time my ma and pa...were 23 and 25. When I was 4 the house was set to flames and a curse so strong it could not be lifted - saw to it that my mother was bound to it's burning confines. - At the time my father and I were not around. I feel sorry some times that My mother died alone. I do not remember much of her, just her soft blue eyes and her smell of vanilla...- Sometimes it makes me cry...even though I can't recall my memories with her, my heart still bleeds.- My father raised me. We were very close, him and I. He grew to be very protective of me, not wishing to loss his only child as he did his beloved wife. When I was 8 and a half they said that my father died at war. It was a terrible time. I was sent to live with my father's parents, I'd only meant them once before. They, at first seemed to love me, my deep hair and eyes. They said " Oh...Phillip would give up all of heaven's and earth's wealths to see you again." - to comfort me.  - I turned 9, and all hell broke loose. I vividly remember the day  Gran-mother and Gran-papa fell into a sour estate with me. Gran-ma was in the mist of dropping her favorite china, but it didn't hit the ground. As I was at the kitchen table, and stood in fear of the best table ware smashing to the floor, it levitated micrometers away from the floor. This was when I saw the fear in their eyes. They were afraid...of me!- For nearly 2 years I slept in the cellar. I was 'home schooled' and disciplined everyday with the whip for small things. ~ Father returned to me then. He says"...he never died..and that his training with his scouts went well,  it just took longer than he expected". - August 1st there was a knock at the door. A woman that went by the name of Professor Minerva McGonagall took me from my cellar. You see...She saved me from my grandparents, and told me that I was special. She greeted my worn and broken heart with the story of my courageous mother that neither my father nor grandparents shared. She told me I could be destined for greatness much like my mother, just by taking her hand and enrolling in Hogwarts. My father was there...well, the look in his eyes warmed my heart..to say the least." So, here I am...Are you impressed?-I warn you...don't dare challenge me...because I have an army you will never Conquer"

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the    secret    of    the here    Sooner or later the mood will strikes, the balance will loose control and the muses will stop playing on top of the cord as if there was nothing bellow the air to be afraid from. Before the flame of wisdom had seeing this and could not cease to advise my self for everything I had seeing in her eyes, the death and changes. Upon here we are only Angelinas. As the faded flames vanished creating new ones above the Olympian Plate upon its Greek Pillar bellow my chest, as have admired steps away in such fires, had even step further back with a solemn power and particular wet & rainy eyes. As I had turned and walked through the open halls towards the hall of music, admired the Muse Terpsichore who was dancing in a thick rogue, replacing me movements of sheer tears of gratefulness, just as her pending toes, amused me with the centerlines we meditated with.       l whom raise every morning must shower down over the times of the day light, had come to show the people that we Gods, here in Olympus, have nothing to hide. Basically, we had nothing, we had no walls, we had no servants, we was just alone by our own devices playing with each other. The muses seem to look down at people and be hiding, but we just did not want to share this secret of having merely nothing. We wished to make it look very special in the whole of our arts and crafts.      Zeus who sees everything and knows everything left me tender after touching me with the natures of the universal matrix, in his atmospheric space his warning voices had no names but thunder. I would seat for hours in the thrown that my son Hephaestus made for me, punished, unable to move, this electrifier chair, my son's gift so I could feel from so much tensions to withhold. After saving him from Zeus, in the same way my mother did to him. My angel child, at least you are alive and how monstrous you're with technology, of Intelligent machinery governing more than your spacey dad. A New Man whom again would Null his mom, the woman who saved him and brought him. And he thought I would power trip over his dark destiny. Out an unspoken mystery, one Myth he would have to reach out in his way back to Olympus. This are the teachings of Hera. The Muses and Graces danced, shacking them heads and pelvis for one may become his wife. Far long has pass the treachery of Venus and Mars.      Wile Zeus shape/shifted in to a variant of forms to his creation, Gods and even mortal forms to be closer and talk in such way to one another too, his love was not mine, so I had transform too in all the versions that polarised him or surrounded when he reached down. This changed me in multiple ways where I had to let go of so much knowledge and bondings, even the territories of mine, such as Troy. I could fly, and dive into the secrets of the air, the sun and stars. He would feel me navigating with the instinct of the feminine out my body.     _"Let me go, let me aid triumph, Zeus. Let me dance with my children in my garden, let me be. I'm not the madden woman your scribes had depict! I had been touched by you, by God, I had bring form, yet I'm free In my natures bond as a creator too."      My children and his children and the children of their children laughed with no replacements, their original plays as they coveted the house with out a roof out the joy of heaven, here in Olympus, remind me that ruling and taking care was not only the only command in my hands. I wished them free and near me, I wished they never touched the earth, either the deep waters of funky creatures. We Gods form a very exclusive and far away entity. In their radiant faces had wished to only breath in this Olympic high.      Some days, as we would reach out the Pantheon and get tired of monitoring the bellow, to wish them virtues to grow and enlighten them path towards us as within them, now we could not come down really. And, I would often take the hand, of the son of Venus, Eros, who was adopted out his original mother Pita Goddess of Poverty and Wisdom. Honored to be raised with the High Hierarchy. In this special days, I would walk Eros/Cupid the childlike angel whom transforms in a Beast down the beach and showed him where he truly came from. In this way, he brings you down to the deepths of love, if you'd ever got to know what being in true love is by the power of his arrows. Could you persist from falling in love and see his mounstruos form, it's in your deepest to find enlighten vision beyond reason. In this form we could descend aware to aid those and transcend.      We had a state of mind and a state of affairs, wide and quite difficult to get, it was so simple, yet discrete, we had nothing much really. We had nothing but a peace of mind. Organised, understanding and respectful for each's place. We had like no more riches, nor material, we had actually the same sky Zeus provided us, and the same sunshine, the same nature, the same brick and stone. _"What did we have to give? What did we have to be taken? If the 3 Faiths have left my destine."      Clio the Muse scriber consolidated by her pen, and much of the times with suggestion broad man by her side to dig the marble stone and imprint there too the names and the form of arts in history for the famed, as we had tendency. At this Hephaestus broad attention into me, _"Cronus was trying to escape Hell/Tartarus out the punishment he has to pay." I had seeing Ares with his Father Zeus entering the War Room with Athena, Clio out her sacred text provided me a secretarial and administration duty to have me remembered for ever, and exclaimed out her own cultural development.     The office has intrigued me with the Muse Calliope of Epic Poetry that, this is not a lyric amusement. The Muse of Tragedy, Melpomene legitimates in this story to be coming onward, to whom a sweet voice has, said. "Me and my sisters will have to stop working with you, now it will be very off if you continue to walk with Eros alone, when Cronus threatens this white house with war."       It was not that I was very distinguished as they seemed to judge me, as dis-a-touched from the dark matters sprouting free from Hades, it's because of my father Cronus the famous agony of 'paying with time' and how the hells formed to quantise it's boundaries, by segments, frames, measures, impenetrable jails build by the Iron of Hades for each a sequence. The 13n sister muses formed by her mother River Nymph of Memory, for each form of amusement art is a carrier of information. Nothing of mine to fight with nor contradict. As a former Queen onto them had reflect back _"It is truth, a war is inside the Underworld freeing out, Zeus had seeing it coming long time ago. Will you wish to Inspire the Underworld? The World it self, what better place than here to welcome my father Cronus after a cycle of eternity. My true fear is for Cerberus, the dog and his three mouthed heads to be unleashed from the gates of Hell. Keep the guardian frightening from the boundaries, for the souls to the souls and that is immortal to the immortal, for those whom live let them live."      The apprentices of the muses wished to be like them as they grow out their girly ways, wishing to never forget the fresh divinity that in their pureness had exist.       The Muses who are there Inspiring the events to the blinded eyes of man, had suggestion with me, now they knew well that as a great Inspiration in their powerhouse shall never be revealed nude onto them Males Ambitions, now Violence would only urge with destructions, just as the enraged conquered, death and new births, a waste of values and damaged reputations for all the possessions we had an investment on them, the Cannibal male world of Cronus had end with it's titan companies to prove who eats others. Zeus had a paradise waiting for his dad only he knows how this statement and agreement will come.  "I only care for the female ways, I'm just your reflection and like you, the love and will of Zeus."    Here and Now Athena followed me with Nike out this gardens into the Greek baths.      They held them robes down as mine fallen down too in compass providing the act a naked truth to enter the cascading showers and later on a room of vapour. We breath the hit of oxygen, they two in this secrecy singed with me this information of value as I with them, we resembled our states of nothingness to the world, rubbing our bodies with scent oils, specially for our King, the Lord with soothing hands whom gently would vanished away everything out our healthy and rich skins whom hold it self, paradise.  

Inside the sheltered left corner, an embedded window exploited a pinpoint aimed-view at the old barn. Throughout the thorough week before this afternoon's earlier final touch, Jason's ominous (secretive) task is finished. Just an important project amid a dozen projects Jason's been atom about getting done, lately - setting aside specific added odd hours in at the beginning of each dawn and later on in the final hour of each night Jason isolated himself in the second barn that is closer to the St. James River's riverbank to the east. Preoccupied lately, Jason has been to wrap the unknown - spontaneous and unpredictable surprise for his unrestrictedly, beautiful wife Kit-Kat. Usually, Jason literally, drowns his gorgeous wife in just about anything, to acknowledge her or for her to feel as though she is the core center of his world - or as he'd say, 'His Queen'. Tonight though represented a different kind of surprise, he literally went all out. It's the smallest things in life, we make the bigger things in life, because they mean equally as much to the ones we care about and those are also the points we want to make happen for them - that is Jason's entire goal for his wife to provide limitless happiness and acknowledge shared between everything that gains her interest. Just so she knows and feels he too does appreciate everything, she stands for, as his wife, the mother of their children - an incredible woman and as the person she is. Thing is before when he met her, Jason distinctively respected her he had admiration for her and straightforward physical and emotional attraction for her - like he has throughout the years of their marriage and still does til this day.Every story has an End, bu in Life every End is just a new Beginning - Sometimes the very thing you're looking for. The way I feel I know I've reached the right destination and it's real. When I said I love you, that meant for good - when I said I do  - that I also meant for ever. Engraved - carved confessions that once echoed and spilled out of Jason's mouth, without regret he admitted without fear on the night the two were married in New York. These words are sketched in the wood inside the old barn out back, barn number 2. The thing is Jason never think as far as similar relations as doubt goes, he knows what he feels and he is not someone who just speaks to hear himself talk - when he professes or claims it's real. There are actions that are motivated through these verbal professes also and sometimes those actions increase into something larger for a particular date he owned just so his wife Kit-Kat can be relive but in the current tide (day), of the knowing that he is still ate-up in love with her and right here inside this barn will represent all the time and effort put into this unexpected surprise. Each piece - each symbol - each structure - each object here when she sees it resembles the appreciation, every second of every minute in each day. Jason has remained damn sure, to be on top of it when it came to who and what is important, he didn't see his essentially beautiful wife  as just his lover, but his best friend a soul mate and not a second went on he didn't tell her, or show her and let her see it with just looking at her .Each decor- described loud and clear in detail of Kat, from the arrangements of pink roses, for symbolizing every day they've been married circulating around a pink Harley Davidson he rebuilt for her a whole three weeks prior. Flickering candles lit were blown out that's obvious for being out there for several nights now, but still remained staked surrounding around the heart center of the barn where the pink Harley Hog parked abruptly to a semi left stake. The pink leather bound seat, used for surfacing a small concealed box it had another stored present that he had purchased for about one month in advanced. Nothing can replace the original ring she has, if she still has it but that is the reason he provided a naked petite chain for the old one to be strung on and she could carry it around as a charm hung off a necklace--in this box retained a solid pink diamond band ring, rose cut-shaped diamond.  Now Jason is a man's, man - all tough, no nonsense type, but with his family , laid back and settled he is not afraid to be a family man, and he sure in hell is fearless at showing his wife he is crazy, in love with her still - and to be a romantic, on occasion if he has to be to prove it.A pair of long-horn antlers are plaqued on the small section over the double brawny barn door entrance. 

These rules are not so hard to follow.  So here we go1.  I am NOT Nina Dobrev. Don't ask me if I am Nina Dobrev.  But I do really love her.2. This is an ORIGINAL character so do NOT steal ANYTHING from my page.  Do NOT steal my edited pics.  They took me a long time to edit and I don't want to see them on another page.  Also I do have some of my photos made for me and I don't want those on other pages.3. 18 years and older rp.  (unless I say otherwise)4. Please make sure your grammar is good.  A few mistakes I won't freak out but if it continues, I will talk to you.5. Please use spell check.  Now a few words misspelled is fine.  I'm not the greatest speller in the world but I do try to use the spell check.6. You must know Star Trek to rp with me. (especially Deep Space Nine but I won't get mad if you don't know much about it but know more about another Trek series, minus anything reboot)7. I can't be here 24/7.  I have other accounts I run on here.8. No godmodding my character.  I will do that myself. (unless I grant you permission)9. I am not a friend collector so if you are, this isn't the place for you.  Also if you came here just to steal from me and I find out, I will delete, report and block you.10. No one liners.  One liners are so boring.  I rp para, multi para to Novella.  Let me know what you prefer.11. I normally roleplay in third person but if you prefer first person, please let me know.12. Do not hurt, rape, kidnap, kill my character.  I will not like you if you do any of that without my consent.13. This character is based off Star Trek Online so if you have any questions please let me know.14. Read my bio.15. Do not recycle storylines.  You can use some aspects but be original.  It will be totally boring if I see something I've seen on the TV.  I know this character is original but still.16. To the Star Trek roleplayers, I would like my character to be referred as Commander or ma'am. (now outside of work you may call her Athena)17. I am a type who will only go with one person.  I will not do anything to cheat on that person and I would advice you to not do the same with my partner.  If I hear anything about this, I will hunt you down.  You don't want to mess with a southern girl who thinks her man is being looked upon by another girl in a sexual way.18: Keep your drama off my page.  I don't want to mess with bullsh*t.  I am here to roleplay, not create drama with anyone (unless it's in a storyline) Do it and I will remove you before you can hear me say 'Red Alert!'19. DO NOT CHANGE THE VIEWS OF MY CHARACTER.  IF SHE DISLIKES A GROUP OF SPECIES, LET IT BE.  DO NOT TURN HER INTO A LESBIAN.***I do play Star Trek Online so I will know if you are using content from the game word by word.  I used some but I made it my own***That is all the rules I can think of for now.  If I can think of any more, I will add them.