God/Goddess Auditions: All of 'em!

[Orron]

I'm going to put up the rest of the gods and goddesses! Auditions will end once every god and goddess has someone that auditioned for him/her. It may take a week or two so please be patient. I won't let it drag on for too long if we don't happen to get every god auditioned for.

• You can audition for more than one god, but you will only get one. Put your favorite one first so I know. (:

• If you already have a god you can't audition for another one.

• All I need is an example of you roleplaying the god/goddess of your choice in a reply to this thread. You can also alter/add to their appearances as long as their base colors stay the same. Accessories can be added. Skoll, Hati, and Iris cannot be altered.

Alright! Big list up ahead. Please be sure to read List of Gods before reading any further. Study up on your god!

Einarr
• No important notes.

Lykaon
• Once we get packs, Lykaon is likely to favor the same pack as his father or favor a militaristic type pack (not evil, militaristic).

Amorok
• No important notes.

Fenrir
• Got in a fight with Cronos some hundred years ago. Lost the fight. Cronos is the only god Fenrir fears and is cautious towards.
• Plotted with Valkyrie until he was totally entranced by Ophia, his current mate.
• Fenrir is a huge wolf. He stands at the tallest shoulder height we have on Orron (you don't have to buy it from the store)

Skoll
• Very close to Hati

Hati
• Very close to Skoll

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Astrid
• If not talking about herself, she talks about her daughter Iris who she is very proud of.

Saga
• Saga often roams away from the underworld in search of departed souls.

Elektra
• No important notes.

Iris
• Is a very new goddess. She was born less than a hundred years ago so hasn't mastered her powers.

Aella
• No important notes.

Ophia
• Ophia is very small and childlike in appearance. She loves Fenrir and often thinks of him.

Valkyrie
• She lives with the mortals. She cannot be role played in any god lands. She is still immortal.

[illumination]

Tireless paws plodded unenthusiastically through newly created mud. The impact they made with the ground was miniscule in comparison to the beating of the thunderous rain pouring down around the miserable wolf. He had been away for what seemed an eternity. It brought upon him a feeling of meloncholy, a feeling that often appeared when he was asked a favor by his brother, Chronos. While he understood the necessity of finesse, Einarr did not like that his entire godly existance had boiled down to being a mere message dog for his brother.

He was the lord of nothing. He knew this, and he often reminded himself of this fact, whether he wanted to or not. Many of the other gods had a power over something, had something to be responsible for. Many had titles, the God of this, or the Lord of that. But it was this melancholy, brown wolf, whose power was to turn invisible, to not exist. And sometimes, he felt as though he would truly rather not existing.

At first he had felt important, had felt a sense of responsibility. It was him, the God of Invisibility, he smirked at the title, who had been personally asked by the King of the Gods to be what could almost be defined as a mercenary. At the time, it was an honor. To fulfil these important tasks that even the god of time could not complete himself. But now his demeanor had changed. He was still loyal, it would be impossible for him to betray his brother, but he did not like it. What he did not like even more, though, was the fact that he could do nothing to change his position. His meloncholy was underlined and emboldened with a sense of hopelessness.

Green eyes looked up to the entrance of his home. He had finally made it. With renewed spirit he took the last few steps, excited for the trip to be over. He poked his head through the entrance. His gaze settled upon the sleeping figure of his wife, and his lips parted in a lopsided grin. This was what kept him going through the whole situation, knowing that he could come home to this beatiful woman, so unlike himself. Unlike him, she was happy, adventerous, and after all of this time, still seemed to be loving life. She brought a side to his life that he had not had before. He carefully padded into the den, using physical dexterity to mask his sound rather than the godly powers he possessed. With a now accepting demeanor, he lay down beside her. His previous thoughts of depression now faded happily into the thick, black haze that was sleep.

[becuffin]

Ophia App. I've taken some liberties with poor Fenrir... and I managed to whittle this out from 1500 words :/ If I get her and someone else gets Fenrir we can have a talk about the rest of their history but I have some ideas... So without further ado...

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The sun filtered through the thick canopy lightly dancing across the forest floor and chasing the last chills of winter from the air. The tawny wolf lay sprawled in a patch of sun, enjoying the lazy summer day as butterflies danced on the slight breeze that caused the trees to sing to her, their lazy rustling song. All was peaceful, for once, and for the first time since the snows began to melt she could simply relax. Spring was over for now, and until autumn when she would need to tell the plants to sleep, she would only be required in dire circumstances, but the forest would tell her if she was needed. It always did.

Rather a plain sight to behold in the shaded confines of her forest home, the lady was for the most part, a drab brown. The brilliance of the sun accented her frame with hints of creme, glinting with gold and silver. Her plain brown eyes served well to hide the truth of her nature and so, she relaxed in the place that was close to her heart. Her charge if you would. The goddess of the forest was never far away in times of need, but was plain enough to walk among the mortals undetected. If only they knew.

There were times when her heart would ache with longing, for her family were just as exceptional as she. Her dark sons, Skoll and Hati were all but consumed with their tasks. The only time they could sing as a family was at that magic moment where day fades to night, and night becomes day. She was devoted to her children and always endeavoured to be there when they needed her, regardless of the hour. A sentiment her mate found hard to understand, but was forced to tolerate none the less. Yes they were grown, but in her mind they were still her baby balls of fluff.

A sleepy smile crossed her face in remembrance of the early days. Of the first time they met.

Company was unexpected, but the cheerful lady wouldn’t let this brute rain on her parade.

She all but pranced as she made her way to the river that bordered her domain, wanting nothing more than to investigate her gentleman caller. The howl had been so lonely, so dark... Perhaps he had come for some of her wonderful mood. It was well known amongst her peers that she could lift the dreariest of moods with a few small words... even though that didn’t really fall under her job description, she was usually more than willing to help out. Even if spring was her busy season.

Pausing briefly to whisper a few words of encouragement to some young oak saplings she continued on her way with a little more haste, but no less bounce in her step. She could not neglect her duties but she didn’t want to keep the stranger waiting either.

The wolf she saw before her was unexpected. Of course they had met in passing, but she had never taken him for the type to make social calls. Her smile did not falter as she moved forward to greet the large wolf. She attempted to bump his cheek with her nose in greeting but he pulled back, almost shying away from her touch. Perhaps he found her plain looks repulsive and not for the first time she wished she had been graced with even a pinch of Astrid’s beauty.

This was unexpected, and it threw her off balance. Slowly stepping back out of the still silent male’s space she regarded him with warm earthy eyes, suppressing the shiver that wanted to course through her body at the cold empty depths of his black eyes. They even seemed to consume the light and the warmth of the air around them. She didn’t realise she was unconsciously holding her breath until she released it in a calming sigh. What if he was here to tear her world down? She couldn’t be the goddess of the forest if there was no forest to protect.

“So what brings you here today Fenrir?” she asked cheerful but guarded. She had no desire to fight with this giant of a wolf.

[Copper]

I think I'll have a go at trying out for Saga! :3


Milky eyes slid over the trees and foliage, unseeing, and yet the grey female navigated with ease, her passage like a cold mist rolling though the verdant forest. She could see nothing of the emerald beauty around her; even the golden sunlight slipping through the canopy to pool on the forest floor did not warm her. Saga's world was grey, like her – her blind eyes saw not a woodland but a formless plain swathed in shifting mists. The shapes and forms of the trees and plants were vaguely discernible, rough outlines that seemed to swim away when you looked directly at them. The plants had souls too, after all, but they were not a part of her domain, and so they resisted her gaze.


She waded on, through the mists that were ever-present for her. The gossamer vapor obscured the living world from her vision, but no living being could truly hide from her... she could sense them before she could see them, their souls seeming to reverberate in the back of her mind until she chose to seek them out. Normally the underworld was her domain, where she spent her time guarding she and Cerberus's realm, but on some days she liked to slip onto the mortal plane and observe the wolves who made their lives here. They held a sort of secret fascination for her – Gods lived forever, and their demeanors rarely changed. Eons passed and left no mark on them. Turmoil was usually quite rare and brief. Mortals were different.


They scampered about the world almost madly, it seemed to her, their lives ticking by like sand in an hour-glass. The had triumphs and tragedies, they loved and lost, they lived. It was this refusal to accept the inevitability of death that so intrigued her. They must know her mate waited for them, would claim each and every one, and yet it seemed to have no effect on them, other than to make them savor life all the more. Even those with the most pitiful of existences rarely let themselves die voluntarily – they would fight tooth and nail to hang onto even the most meager scrap of life. Be they good or evil, few welcomed the gentle embrace of death.


Saga paused at the crest of a low hill, gazing down at the lands unfolding before her. An endless expanse of fog, swirling and curling and parting to reveal a lithe canine form making it's way forth. The lady of the underworld remained motionless, her milky silver eyes studying the wolf as he approached, waiting for him to sense her presence. She did not have to wait long – he paused mid-step, ears pressing back against his skull, eyes piercing the woodland as he tested the air. To Saga, his pelt was colorless – her own particular brand of vision did not allow her to see the colors of the real world. Only souls held hue for her – the aura of light around this one was bright, golden like the sun, but stained with the fierce red of blood. Like so many, he was not on either end of the spectrum, but somewhere nearer the center, neither wholly pure nor totally evil. She could smell fear on the boy – her presence often unsettled them, even when she did not reveal herself – and so the goddess moved on, leaving the mortal to his mundane travels, never to know how closely he had passed by the grey goddess.


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Many hours later, Saga returned to the land of the dead, parting the fabric of the mortal realm to slip back beneath, to the dark, distant chasm that was she and Cerberus's home. Here the mist was replaced by shadow and the flickering light of ghost fire. Souls frequented certain parts of the realm, but the seer of souls did not go to them now – she chose a lonely path, one not even the dead traveled. This place was reserved for she and her mate, and she found him here, now – high on a rocky crag, overlooking his bleak kingdom. God's souls were different from those of mortals - more potent, somehow unreachable but still visible. Cerberus's aura was an inky blackness, so deep and dark that it almost obscured his form. Flickers of green fire licked it's edges – normally blackness meant a blighted soul, but his was the black of sleep, of peace, of eternity – entropy. Wordlessly she took her place next to him, her gaze drinking in a different vista than the one her mate saw – even in his domain, Saga was the seer, the one who could measure the weight of a soul with a glance. The only soul she could not see was her own.

[Trixie]

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[atrb=background,http://i485.photobucket.com/albums/rr217/Calcifer_hot/hati2bmid.png] His blue eyes watch relentlessly, observing the day, the quarrels of the lives that seek light. Exposure, heat exhaustion, death. The day, like all things end and Skoll chases the sun, his brother behind him. Hati waits until the rays of the sun have just tucked out of sight before urging Luna across the sky. He chases her high into the sky, to her full beauty. Rounded large full, soaks the sun to reflect and shine in a holy luminescence. Below him the dark, the cold, the shadows dance and call to the creatures of the night. His ears hear howls, growls, bird calls, night life of the world below. He peers ahead, at his brother, they nod in agreement and rest at what is nearly the apex of the sky. He smiles as it is his time, when the moon is full, and his brother Skoll farther away, he seeks mortals for amusement. On the ground, the night is bright and alive, the sky is light by the eerie and vivid glow of Luna. The moon is full and growing larger, as she falls towards earth following her wolf. Hati walks the earth, his black body contrasting the light of the moon. His glorious responsibility, his partner in solitude; In his mind the moon is like a female, one he constantly has to chase and keep in line; strong, large, bright. He knows his time to visit his mortals is limited as Luna follows his lead to terra firma. He perches on a hill, overlooking the plains below. His tail large and black and fluffy sways at his side. He knows the wolves will come, so he is patient, blue eyes beaming out like little moons imbedded into his skull. The wolves that come first into his vision are but pups, nearing their 6th lunar cycle. He remembers the brothers, they were born under his moon to a white female, who bore them with intensity and strength though she bore them without midwife or partner. He grins, rising to his height and stalking from the peak of the hill. He casts no shadow, as he walks, each step taken with pride and confidence. The brothers whisper and bound and play in the darkness. “Bron, has mother told you yet about the King Wolf yet?” One called Liam taunts the other, “He stalks at night and steals young wolves for his army, as his mate is barren and he longs to teach the ways of war. He would love to grab you brother, as you are large.” Liam leaps in front of Bron, front legs bent in a play pounce, teeth bared and growling. Bron holds his head high and takes the taunting in stride, placing a paw over his brothers head. “I would go willingly, just to get away from you, runt.” Behind the brothers, the larger brother’s shadow swells and rises up, growing into a massive wolf with snaggly teeth. Hati plays his game with the boys from a ways away, watching with a grin. Liam yelps and pulls away, Bron’s paw slips and he falls forward seeing the shadow in his brothers eyes. He turns and they both face the shadow, one with more bravery than the other. Bron tips his head, while his brother cowers. “I assume you are the King Wolf.” Hati does not bother to throw his voice, the shadow nods and opens its wide mouth to reach out to the brothers, to bite. Liam squeals, “Nooooo!” and Bron steps sideways to guard his brother, head and neck tucked , his legs shake. At this point, Hati rushes forward, intent to make the brothers into his followers. His fur waives behind him as he moves swiftly. Just as the King Wolf is about to make contact with Bron’s head, Hati swoops in and bites the shadow, the strength imitated in the shadow melts away into a pile of death, and Hati stands victorious. “Oh Sons of the white maiden, still your fears, the King Wolf is dead, he may harm no more. Your God Hati has taken his life. Take hope, take strength, I will always be near.” With that, he takes the shadow, the false body in his jaws and bounds away, to return to the sky. The brothers look at each other in awe, and onward whisper Hati’s name and pray to him for strength. "..." |Words: | [OOC|I did not really add anything to his physical appearance. I liked him that way, more able to blend in.|COO]

[/Dream !]

Softness had settled onto the golden plains of the east, where the brightly colored maiden shifted the grass with her quiet movements. Head lowered against the long shafts of foliage, the brilliant blue eyes of the female were cast unmoving on the failing herd of deer who idiotically continued to graze in the open. Birthing had been overwhelming for them this year, and the extent of kin had weakened their ability to flee danger. Even so, Elektra was not foolish enough to chase down a doe without a hunting partner to at least accompany her – the amount of children made the bucks more protective than usual.

No, that wasn’t her point here. While the goddess of lightning had no immediate control over the wellbeing of wildlife, the opportunity to exercise her powerful abilities was dependent on someone else: Aella. Though Elektra was inherently able to create the dangerous electricity of the skies, allowing lightning to rage without the aid of rain was incredibly hazardous. It wouldn’t be the first time in the past her excitable nature had gotten the better of her, but over the centuries she had willingly cut back the amount of fires created by her hand; or paw, in this case.

To those who did not know her well enough, this calculating side of the wolf was left unnoticed. Known for her unbridled and audacious nature, many were left to believe that she hardly considered things on a deeper, mental echelon. More often than not, they were right. This showed itself in her now. Smirking playfully to no one, Elektra let herself be seen to the deer she had stalked for quite some time now. With paws momentarily tucked beneath her bulk, the golden female lunged from the grasses and down a slight slope to where the deer ate silently. Not surprisingly, they scattered in pairs into the nearby brush that marked the end of the expanse of grasses. The buck, who was charged with protecting them, instantly gave Elektra chase. Seemingly toying with the larger creature, the goddess ran in zigzags and circles before making a straight getaway back up the miniature hill and into the trees.

Tongue lolling out of her mouth rather ungracefully, the golden female padded briskly between the loosely wooded areas. Her intentions were aimed undeniably to the safety of the den she shared with her mate; Einarr. The earth colored male had been gone far too long for his mates taste, though she would never hold him completely accountable for it. Annoyance pitted itself shamelessly against her irresistible desire to feel the closeness of Einarr, and it casted a slight shadow over her vivid features. Cronos, in all his glory, was shameless in sending her mate to places both near and far – and this irked her to no end. It was obvious to Elektra that this troubled her mate to some extent, though to what degree she wasn’t exactly sure. Calmed by a slight breeze that tossed her thick fur, Elektra busied herself with returning home, where Einarr would hopefully be meeting her in the later hours of the day.

[Vixen]

Where would the world be without the sun?

If it never rose again on the land, would all the suffering stop? The temperature would be vanquished, never again to flaunt in the warmth needed to provide life. It proved an honest truth. The world could not survive without him, and they best well remember it. He was the bringer of their warmth which would otherwise lapse into an ice age. He was the one that brought the light when all in the world was plagued with darkness. It was troubling thought, when the shadows of his brother whisked around a body, tempted, pulled. Clawing, stealing. Why, his darling brother was the reason there was nightmares! Not to be concerned, however. Hati was a lustrous creature, incomparable in his mind to another. The affectionate pull of the creature he stood so contently beside, balancing the world was more than the wolf god could have ever asked for. His brother was precious, but he was not the savior, he was the cold, enriching hands of what may or may not be. While here stood the wolf on top of the mountains, breaching worlds of his own melody, his jaws parted in pleasure as he watched the moon dipping, her round orb gingerly making way.

He could leave the sun to stay in place, he mused once more, a thought that strayed across his mind once in a blue moon. The large, sensuous body placed happily on the ledge. He could feel the warmth at his back, imploring, prepared. Oh, the sun was a playful creature, it was! It pleased him to be the bringer of such a greedy thing, such an innocent life. Sol secretly, he knew, enjoyed the race across the sky with him following the tracks of the path she wore, seeing all the world at its finest. She, the sun, taunted him, whispered to him in his mind in coaxing and urgency. The beautiful sun paid no attention to it's actions or the outcome, sometimes it would pause and linger when something exciting happened, holding it's bright light like a spotlight down on the earth. Once in a while, she would pull closer to the earth, she would dry up the rich moisture and life on the other, causing many to succumb to death.

However, as brave as the sun seemed, Skoll knew the truth. He knew what lurked beneath the playful, impish attitude of the dancing orb through the skies, he knew her fear. Oh yes, indeed. To be caught was inconceivable, her worst fear in the world. Upon occasion, the brutish dark wolf allowed himself a more intense game. He chased her determinedly, snapping at the pesky half he was tied to. Other days, he would leave the sun in the sky for longer periods, while he took his valuable time to walk at his brother's side, both the sun and the moon present in the same scene from up above.

Chaos seemed to ring, the silence took over down below as the moon finally dipped away, and all that was left was the tempting tendrils of light over the mountains behind the black creature, broad muscles leaned down toward the the rift. He could sentence them to death, the reminder was powerful. It pulled into his mind and played with his senses, until the hoarse chuckle rolled from him. Oh yes, while he could take them away he would not!

As he rose to his full height, red eyes turned to the body of life behind him, waiting to play their game across the sky. Waiting to see the glory of the slumberous to rise and greet them. The male tossed his head lightly, stretched his forelegs out gingerly as he sunk into the bow and watched the giddy sun peek out alongside him, tipping out to see the land. His grin was fierce as the wolf raised back to his full height, his thoughts returned to more mundane things. Duty called, it seemed, the world needed him. Oh, indeed it was a difficult task to bear, knowing he kept the balance with his brother. Hati and Skoll, bringers of the day and night.

The black wolf moved forward, dark as his brother's night in his purity. There almost seemed to be a radiance about him, upon time he had been told his eyes seemed to shine like the sun, usually during his fury. He had never bothered to look at such moments, not when there was business to be dealt. However, his vanity was slightly evident, proud of himself as he took to the dark sky, jaws parting as tongue lolled out of his mouth and the sun pulled up past him, flooding the land with color and light.

Crimson eyes took to the first to stir, the birds coming to life with the spark of the sun. Their beautiful song a thanks, an acknowledgement. Once more the wolf god grinned, looking rather smug. They were welcome, for where in the world would they be without him? His head twisted, and his eyes narrowed on the deceitful troublemakers of the Northeast that had been so diligent in taking a name of a fellow god recently in vain. While he was not usually so petty, if the move struck him, it earned him favoritism.

With a snap of his jaws, the wolf started his leisurely urging, sending the sun that just barely rose herself above the mountains in that direction. It was a difficult task, to be one so valued. Anyone who disagreed with the power Skoll brought often was sent a message, put in their place with a reprimand. After all, light might have been pure and bright; but that did not mean all aspects of it remained harmless. Skoll was the perfect example of that as the world heated up, and those who could raise from the quiet did. Coming out to greet him and the sun, to bow in their stretches in honor of what he offered them.

There would be no world without the sun.

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