Post by Hades//Dionysus on Dec 17, 2007 22:48:59 GMT -5
Dionysus
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The Basics
Name: Dionysus, though most of the mortals he now knows call him Dion.
Race: God of Wine.
Age: Old enough to know better. Young enough not to care.
Height: 6’1”
Hair Color and Eye Color: If only it was easy to explain the magnificent shade that happens to be his eye colour. It's greenish, that much is clear, it's a greyish green. A dark muddled forresty colour tinted grey with the oddest bit of near golden flecks, if you ever happen to be the close to him.
But the colour goes quite well with his bright blonde hair. Though it really isn't all that bright considering the brown that renders the brighter hue nothing more than highlights. And the brown isn't some particularly dark or light shade, but it was brown never the less.
Make Us Love You
Likes:
Wine
Parties
Mardi Gras
Raves
House Music
France
Hermes
Boys
Girls
Happiness
Dislikes:
Pirates
Being Bored
Hangovers
Disbelievers
Party poopers
Raisins
Not having Grapes
Quiet
An Empty Cup
Greece
Habits: A habit of getting completely drunk and partying probably isn’t a good one? Alas, those aren’t his so who cares. His worse habit might be the habit of smiling that awfully gorgeous smile of his. Or going on about a particular thought without explaining it.
Personality: Dionysus is nothing if not a happy god. Drunkenly so. There’s just an aura of suave cheer that surrounds him and seems to fill his soul. Though for the most part, it is not an infectious happy. Being around him may not make you any happier then you already were. But there is very little in the world that could ruin his mood. And unlike most drunkards, he can also maintain a nice air of sophistication about him, though it often gets wrapped up in the smell of wine that clings to him like a wet shirt.
Not to mention he can be quite giving to those who deserve it. Help him in some way and he will gladly offer you whatever he can as a thanks. Please him and he’ll extend a happy welcome to any of his great parties. And what is better than wasting days or weeks of your life partying with a god? One such as him can certainly make it worth while. And he would only happily do so.
Not to say that he doesn’t get angry. He is a god like any other and since he isn’t the god of happiness, he knows anger well. Just a certain dark streak that runs through him. It goes unnoticed for the most part. But once he gets mad, it can be painfully obvious. The young god is not afraid of a bit of bloodshed concerning those who go against him, though he rarely does anything himself. That’s what things like followers and almighty powers are for. Still if the moment calls for it, he'll only be so happy to slaughter you on the spot.
Family;; Keeps Us Insane
Parents: Zeus and Semele
Siblings: All of Zeus’ kids.
Family Dynamics: Great. There’s no one he loves more than his dearest family members. Though he has this sneaking suspicion that Hera does not like him, which is something he is not entirely happy with. It makes him feel a stab of something like worry or care. You know, one of those emotions that he tries so hard to rid humans of. But the best way to combat that unease is to relax and be happy which is why he may go out of his way to be nice to the queen of the gods. Or goad her depending on how his latest party went and how sober he just may be.
More than anyone else, he love Hermes. The guy practically raised him and all that care deserves much gratitude and respect. Two things Dionysus never lacks in the presence of the other. Though the same could be said for his father. The big Z, is truly a caring man since he didn’t let poor Dionysus suffer the wrath of Hera as a child. Although, he’s perfectly certain she wouldn’t have done something too awful to a cute adorable baby. Or maybe that’s a delusion caused by the mass amounts of liquor coursing through him like a river.
History:
Once upon a time Zeus got a little frisky with this mortal Semele, gorgeous girl that she was. And she got pregnant with the greatest little boy. Of course Hera decided to be Hera and convinced Semele to ask to see Zeus face to face, which is why she died since a mortal is never to see a god in their full glory. But the great Zeus rescued the fetus and sewed him into his leg until he was a fully mature bouncing baby boy.
Certainly if this was how you were born, you would drink too?
But alas, that is how the god of wine Dionysus came to be. Bacchus to the Romans, he was known for his marvellous parties and terrible drinking, but was there really a problem? It was the good old days when Paganism was perfect and wholesome and a good drink, vomit, drink, and passing out was all part of a days work. Mortals loved him for the release he offered and for his marvellous skill with the grape. There wasn’t a soul he knew who could make a wine quite like he could. And oh could he make a wine. They were as fine as his parties and as gorgeous as he himself. For Dionysus was quite known for his beauty.
Not even being driven insane and constantly slaughtering those who rejected him or having his followers do it could stop him from partying. That was why he was rejected after all. He was far too wild and unpredictable and his followers, the Maenads, were crazy shrews, lovely women that they were. He fought, he traveled and he partied like any good man should have back then. And as soon as he recovered his shredded sanity, he still stuck with the partying and drinking out of the goodness of his heart.
But then he had to stop. Quite suddenly and without real reason. It almost made him sad, which may be why the other deities often indulged his needs to party somehow. A party that could last weeks since time was never an issue for the gods. They had as much time as they needed and the younger god was only so willing to make it all worth their wild since it was the best thing he could manage to do with his time. But he soon replaced them with Nymphs and Satyrs, two groups he was much more fond of.
Still, he felt that lacking. It was the human element that made everything so wonderful. But he couldn’t interfere with them. It wasn’t proper or right. So he just watched quietly as they went through change after change. Gaining modesty only to lose it. And it was when they really started to lose it did he as well. They were too hard to resist. Which was why he snuck off to masquerade balls, events like Woodstock, and the piece de resistance, Mardi Gras. Oh, it was good.
But now that it was all coming to an abrupt end, he would only too happily join them once again. Mostly because he wanted to be nowhere near this civil war. He would gladly fight for what was his, but fighting was such a nasty thing. Frankly, he just wanted to sit around and drink with the mortals and satyrs like he did back when things were so much better.
Extra: He's a surprisingly good driver, not that he ever really does that (because drinking and driving is bad; his tv told him so).
|X|O|X|O
The Basics
Name: Dionysus, though most of the mortals he now knows call him Dion.
Race: God of Wine.
Age: Old enough to know better. Young enough not to care.
Height: 6’1”
Hair Color and Eye Color: If only it was easy to explain the magnificent shade that happens to be his eye colour. It's greenish, that much is clear, it's a greyish green. A dark muddled forresty colour tinted grey with the oddest bit of near golden flecks, if you ever happen to be the close to him.
But the colour goes quite well with his bright blonde hair. Though it really isn't all that bright considering the brown that renders the brighter hue nothing more than highlights. And the brown isn't some particularly dark or light shade, but it was brown never the less.
Make Us Love You
Likes:
Wine
Parties
Mardi Gras
Raves
House Music
France
Hermes
Boys
Girls
Happiness
Dislikes:
Pirates
Being Bored
Hangovers
Disbelievers
Party poopers
Raisins
Not having Grapes
Quiet
An Empty Cup
Greece
Habits: A habit of getting completely drunk and partying probably isn’t a good one? Alas, those aren’t his so who cares. His worse habit might be the habit of smiling that awfully gorgeous smile of his. Or going on about a particular thought without explaining it.
Personality: Dionysus is nothing if not a happy god. Drunkenly so. There’s just an aura of suave cheer that surrounds him and seems to fill his soul. Though for the most part, it is not an infectious happy. Being around him may not make you any happier then you already were. But there is very little in the world that could ruin his mood. And unlike most drunkards, he can also maintain a nice air of sophistication about him, though it often gets wrapped up in the smell of wine that clings to him like a wet shirt.
Not to mention he can be quite giving to those who deserve it. Help him in some way and he will gladly offer you whatever he can as a thanks. Please him and he’ll extend a happy welcome to any of his great parties. And what is better than wasting days or weeks of your life partying with a god? One such as him can certainly make it worth while. And he would only happily do so.
Not to say that he doesn’t get angry. He is a god like any other and since he isn’t the god of happiness, he knows anger well. Just a certain dark streak that runs through him. It goes unnoticed for the most part. But once he gets mad, it can be painfully obvious. The young god is not afraid of a bit of bloodshed concerning those who go against him, though he rarely does anything himself. That’s what things like followers and almighty powers are for. Still if the moment calls for it, he'll only be so happy to slaughter you on the spot.
Family;; Keeps Us Insane
Parents: Zeus and Semele
Siblings: All of Zeus’ kids.
Family Dynamics: Great. There’s no one he loves more than his dearest family members. Though he has this sneaking suspicion that Hera does not like him, which is something he is not entirely happy with. It makes him feel a stab of something like worry or care. You know, one of those emotions that he tries so hard to rid humans of. But the best way to combat that unease is to relax and be happy which is why he may go out of his way to be nice to the queen of the gods. Or goad her depending on how his latest party went and how sober he just may be.
More than anyone else, he love Hermes. The guy practically raised him and all that care deserves much gratitude and respect. Two things Dionysus never lacks in the presence of the other. Though the same could be said for his father. The big Z, is truly a caring man since he didn’t let poor Dionysus suffer the wrath of Hera as a child. Although, he’s perfectly certain she wouldn’t have done something too awful to a cute adorable baby. Or maybe that’s a delusion caused by the mass amounts of liquor coursing through him like a river.
History:
Once upon a time Zeus got a little frisky with this mortal Semele, gorgeous girl that she was. And she got pregnant with the greatest little boy. Of course Hera decided to be Hera and convinced Semele to ask to see Zeus face to face, which is why she died since a mortal is never to see a god in their full glory. But the great Zeus rescued the fetus and sewed him into his leg until he was a fully mature bouncing baby boy.
Certainly if this was how you were born, you would drink too?
But alas, that is how the god of wine Dionysus came to be. Bacchus to the Romans, he was known for his marvellous parties and terrible drinking, but was there really a problem? It was the good old days when Paganism was perfect and wholesome and a good drink, vomit, drink, and passing out was all part of a days work. Mortals loved him for the release he offered and for his marvellous skill with the grape. There wasn’t a soul he knew who could make a wine quite like he could. And oh could he make a wine. They were as fine as his parties and as gorgeous as he himself. For Dionysus was quite known for his beauty.
Not even being driven insane and constantly slaughtering those who rejected him or having his followers do it could stop him from partying. That was why he was rejected after all. He was far too wild and unpredictable and his followers, the Maenads, were crazy shrews, lovely women that they were. He fought, he traveled and he partied like any good man should have back then. And as soon as he recovered his shredded sanity, he still stuck with the partying and drinking out of the goodness of his heart.
But then he had to stop. Quite suddenly and without real reason. It almost made him sad, which may be why the other deities often indulged his needs to party somehow. A party that could last weeks since time was never an issue for the gods. They had as much time as they needed and the younger god was only so willing to make it all worth their wild since it was the best thing he could manage to do with his time. But he soon replaced them with Nymphs and Satyrs, two groups he was much more fond of.
Still, he felt that lacking. It was the human element that made everything so wonderful. But he couldn’t interfere with them. It wasn’t proper or right. So he just watched quietly as they went through change after change. Gaining modesty only to lose it. And it was when they really started to lose it did he as well. They were too hard to resist. Which was why he snuck off to masquerade balls, events like Woodstock, and the piece de resistance, Mardi Gras. Oh, it was good.
But now that it was all coming to an abrupt end, he would only too happily join them once again. Mostly because he wanted to be nowhere near this civil war. He would gladly fight for what was his, but fighting was such a nasty thing. Frankly, he just wanted to sit around and drink with the mortals and satyrs like he did back when things were so much better.
Extra: He's a surprisingly good driver, not that he ever really does that (because drinking and driving is bad; his tv told him so).
