Post by {Eris} on Dec 20, 2007 3:16:57 GMT -5
[Eris, Goddess of DISCORD and CHAOS]
The Basics
Name: Eris. Literally translating into ‘Strife’. Also known as Discordia.
Race: Goddess – of Discord
Age: Old enough to have started the Trojan War, and young enough to still laugh about it.
Height : 5’7
Hair Color and Eye Color:
Her locks are a deep mahogany, lighter than some shades of brown and usually kept in perfect disarray. The light catches the softer shades at the tips, almost appearing dirty blonde.
Ooh, such an intriguing eye color this is. Perhaps because of sheer wildness her eyes are a vivid color of aureate gold. Some could say that flecks of green will catch in the sunlight, though green really isn’t her color.
Make Us Love You
Likes:
{Apples}
{Bloodshed}
{Control}
{Watching other people in chaos at her bidding}
{Discord?}
{Herself}
{Her brother, Ares, the tricky little bastard}
{Cigarettes}
{No lung cancer}
{Music that screams at her}
{Laughing evilly in random places}
{Pancakes}
{Parties}
Dislikes:
{When things don’t go her way, on those rare occasions}
{People who mess with her}
{Accords}
{Summer time}
{Waffles}
{Cats, uh, no. No cat’s}
{Her father}
{Being tempted}
{Bad hair-days}
{George Washington}
{Her calves}
{Nice people – they bore her}
Habits: Eris has a fond habit of creating wars and pitting mankind against their better nature.
Oh, and she bites her nails, and has to pick the crust off of her pizza before eating it.
Personality:
Uh, what can you say about the goddess of discord? Her life is mayhem – literally.
If it’s not roaming about with her brother Ares and frolicking in bloodshed it’s giving birth to the kakodaimones and releasing upon the world Strife, Murder and Terror – who occasionally send Christmas cards to their dearest mother. She is insatiable in her desire for bloodshed, and after all the other gods have withdrawn from the battle-field, she still remains rejoicing over the havoc that has been made.
She’s an incredibly vain person, fed by jealousy and the need to watch others in anguish. Eris strives for power, and watching the mortals and immortals pain and suffering is sticking her fork in the electrical outlet. The slightest offense she takes extremely personally, because of one stupid wedding she didn’t get invited to the Trojan War was fought. So she should be pretty high on your invite list, lest you want three pretty ladies fighting over a damn apple. Poor Paris.
Anyways, she likes to provoke people – it’s in the job description. A little of her poking and prodding makes the world a worse place. Ironically she’s a pretty decent person when not on the clock, cordial you may say.
Fuck her over though and you’d have hell to pay – seeing as she could indeed conjure the most terrible punishment from the depths of Hades and unleash it upon whoever was so daring enough to double-cross her.
Family;; Keeps Us Insane
Parents: Zeus and Hera, Zeus’s older sister. The inbred fools they were. No wonder Chaos ensued.
Siblings: Ares, and a multitude of half-siblings from Zeus’s racy adventures.
Family Dynamics:
Eris has never been one to show up at a family reunion holding a fruitcake and wearing a big ol’ grin. Mostly because there was always some tiff between her and a family-mate – it was her job that her relatives never stayed content too long. Some took this offensively.
She’s a little sore at her father, for the whole drama with Brother and calling him a murderous coward and all. That didn’t sit well with her – they were twins, any reflection on him said the same for her. She just wasn’t about to readily admit it.
History:
Zeus (father), Hera (mother);
Ares, Hephaestus (brothers), Eileithyia, Hebe (sisters),
Hercules, Apollo, Hermes, Dionysus (half-brothers),
Artemis, Athena, Venus, Persephone (half-sisters),
Neptune, Pluto (uncles), Demeter, Vesta (aunts),
Asclepius, Cupid , Janus, Deimos , Phobos (nephews), Harmonia (niece),
Triton, Rhode, Benthescyme, Neptunia , Arion, Pomona, Consus, Vertumnus (cousins)
She was known as the goddess who started out little, then grew until she strode across the earth with her head striking heaven. Eris has indeed been around, playing little parts in the destruction of mankind for a very long time.
Toil, Forgetfulness, Starvation, Pains, Fighting, Battles, Murders, Man-slaughter, Quarrels, Lies, Disputes, Lawlessness, Ruin, and Oath were all her children – man, talk about a rowdy bunch to potty-train.
She’s usually seen about with her brother Ares, causing wars here or stirring up hatred there. Through obligation and sheer pleasure she’s nearly always by his side, where the most troubled brews.
Eris is accredited for starting the Trojan War, her most acclaimed accomplishment. Zeus had plans with Themis to bring about the Trojan War, and who else would be a better pawn than Discordia herself. When Eris arrived at the wedding of Peleus and Thetis and finds that she had been uninvited, she threw amongst the goddess’s a golden apple – inscribed with the word ‘Kallisti’ - to the fairest. Naturally the vanity of the goddess’s got the best of them, and Hera, Athena and Aphrodite thought that Paris should be the supreme judge on who gets the apple. Stupidity. Lured by the promise of the beautiful woman Helene, Paris sided with Aphrodite, which eventually led to the Trojan War.
The popular fairy tale “Sleeping Beauty” is partly inspired by Eris’s role in Peleus and Thetis’s wedding – for she may very well have been the wicked fairy who cursed the princess after not being invited to her christening event. It was indeed the path of action she would have chosen.
Basically any dirty feud you’ve had with your best friend, any historical battle that ended bloodily, or any act of unnecessary bloodshed with the weapon of choice being a guillotine, Eris was there, entwining her hateful fingers into their hair and stirring malicious thoughts into their head with her big wooden sthingy. Her touches around the world stir hate and malice, proliferating like ink in water, bleeding its poisonous effects into the hearts of mankind.
Name: Eris. Literally translating into ‘Strife’. Also known as Discordia.
Race: Goddess – of Discord
Age: Old enough to have started the Trojan War, and young enough to still laugh about it.
Height : 5’7
Hair Color and Eye Color:
Her locks are a deep mahogany, lighter than some shades of brown and usually kept in perfect disarray. The light catches the softer shades at the tips, almost appearing dirty blonde.
Ooh, such an intriguing eye color this is. Perhaps because of sheer wildness her eyes are a vivid color of aureate gold. Some could say that flecks of green will catch in the sunlight, though green really isn’t her color.
Make Us Love You
Likes:
{Apples}
{Bloodshed}
{Control}
{Watching other people in chaos at her bidding}
{Discord?}
{Herself}
{Her brother, Ares, the tricky little bastard}
{Cigarettes}
{No lung cancer}
{Music that screams at her}
{Laughing evilly in random places}
{Pancakes}
{Parties}
Dislikes:
{When things don’t go her way, on those rare occasions}
{People who mess with her}
{Accords}
{Summer time}
{Waffles}
{Cats, uh, no. No cat’s}
{Her father}
{Being tempted}
{Bad hair-days}
{George Washington}
{Her calves}
{Nice people – they bore her}
Habits: Eris has a fond habit of creating wars and pitting mankind against their better nature.
Oh, and she bites her nails, and has to pick the crust off of her pizza before eating it.
Personality:
Uh, what can you say about the goddess of discord? Her life is mayhem – literally.
If it’s not roaming about with her brother Ares and frolicking in bloodshed it’s giving birth to the kakodaimones and releasing upon the world Strife, Murder and Terror – who occasionally send Christmas cards to their dearest mother. She is insatiable in her desire for bloodshed, and after all the other gods have withdrawn from the battle-field, she still remains rejoicing over the havoc that has been made.
She’s an incredibly vain person, fed by jealousy and the need to watch others in anguish. Eris strives for power, and watching the mortals and immortals pain and suffering is sticking her fork in the electrical outlet. The slightest offense she takes extremely personally, because of one stupid wedding she didn’t get invited to the Trojan War was fought. So she should be pretty high on your invite list, lest you want three pretty ladies fighting over a damn apple. Poor Paris.
Anyways, she likes to provoke people – it’s in the job description. A little of her poking and prodding makes the world a worse place. Ironically she’s a pretty decent person when not on the clock, cordial you may say.
Fuck her over though and you’d have hell to pay – seeing as she could indeed conjure the most terrible punishment from the depths of Hades and unleash it upon whoever was so daring enough to double-cross her.
Family;; Keeps Us Insane
Parents: Zeus and Hera, Zeus’s older sister. The inbred fools they were. No wonder Chaos ensued.
Siblings: Ares, and a multitude of half-siblings from Zeus’s racy adventures.
Family Dynamics:
Eris has never been one to show up at a family reunion holding a fruitcake and wearing a big ol’ grin. Mostly because there was always some tiff between her and a family-mate – it was her job that her relatives never stayed content too long. Some took this offensively.
She’s a little sore at her father, for the whole drama with Brother and calling him a murderous coward and all. That didn’t sit well with her – they were twins, any reflection on him said the same for her. She just wasn’t about to readily admit it.
History:
Zeus (father), Hera (mother);
Ares, Hephaestus (brothers), Eileithyia, Hebe (sisters),
Hercules, Apollo, Hermes, Dionysus (half-brothers),
Artemis, Athena, Venus, Persephone (half-sisters),
Neptune, Pluto (uncles), Demeter, Vesta (aunts),
Asclepius, Cupid , Janus, Deimos , Phobos (nephews), Harmonia (niece),
Triton, Rhode, Benthescyme, Neptunia , Arion, Pomona, Consus, Vertumnus (cousins)
She was known as the goddess who started out little, then grew until she strode across the earth with her head striking heaven. Eris has indeed been around, playing little parts in the destruction of mankind for a very long time.
Toil, Forgetfulness, Starvation, Pains, Fighting, Battles, Murders, Man-slaughter, Quarrels, Lies, Disputes, Lawlessness, Ruin, and Oath were all her children – man, talk about a rowdy bunch to potty-train.
She’s usually seen about with her brother Ares, causing wars here or stirring up hatred there. Through obligation and sheer pleasure she’s nearly always by his side, where the most troubled brews.
Eris is accredited for starting the Trojan War, her most acclaimed accomplishment. Zeus had plans with Themis to bring about the Trojan War, and who else would be a better pawn than Discordia herself. When Eris arrived at the wedding of Peleus and Thetis and finds that she had been uninvited, she threw amongst the goddess’s a golden apple – inscribed with the word ‘Kallisti’ - to the fairest. Naturally the vanity of the goddess’s got the best of them, and Hera, Athena and Aphrodite thought that Paris should be the supreme judge on who gets the apple. Stupidity. Lured by the promise of the beautiful woman Helene, Paris sided with Aphrodite, which eventually led to the Trojan War.
The popular fairy tale “Sleeping Beauty” is partly inspired by Eris’s role in Peleus and Thetis’s wedding – for she may very well have been the wicked fairy who cursed the princess after not being invited to her christening event. It was indeed the path of action she would have chosen.
Basically any dirty feud you’ve had with your best friend, any historical battle that ended bloodily, or any act of unnecessary bloodshed with the weapon of choice being a guillotine, Eris was there, entwining her hateful fingers into their hair and stirring malicious thoughts into their head with her big wooden sthingy. Her touches around the world stir hate and malice, proliferating like ink in water, bleeding its poisonous effects into the hearts of mankind.
