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Practically another Hercules, but in different terms. Tired tonight, so I'm just going to leave a portion.
Username: Matrei
Character name: Eros Peitho
Age: 20
Race: 4/5 Human, 1/5 Unconfirmed race
Gender: Male
Appearance: Everyone would bow in both praise and fantasy when their gaze met the lustful body of Eros. When he moves the slightest inch, his long and prestigious chocolate hair would jump directly into the breeze and flow so beautifully that the sun would race down to shine on it's waves and make it glitter among the eyes of the townsfolk. Sometimes when the rays are just right, Eros sky blue eyes would morph into a fierce goldenrod that shattered the strength of the men and made the women faint with a deep swoon if his gaze made contact with any others.
Some of the many civilians of his town have tried to ruin his perfection by either throwing dung at him or even killing him out of pure jealousy (so it's usually the males) of not being able to communicate with a single women without bumping into a topic about Eros Freyre. Unfortunately for those certain people, they say the gods punish the ones whom try to eliminate the pure gorgeousness that Eros had. So whatever the people did wrongly to him would be stopped and somehow reflected back with a punishment with the same degree. The good thing about it is that the few men that are left can still only keep pace behind Eros, so there isn't much need for an assassination.
History: (Do not criticize me on mythological accuracy. I'm horrible at history)
Up on the granite steps of the Pantheon, a mystical and mysterious light erupts down into the Great Eye and ending inside the Pantheon's rotunda. Two of the town's bulkiest women quickly ran up towards the building to find of a sign from the gods. Laying in the exact center of the circle was a neatly woven basket with a sheet of fine silk covering the entire basket. Inside was a delicate infant
Personality: Not at all serious about anything nor is he dedicated to much. Sometimes he would go around the park just to see people staring at him with their mouths gaping and their eyes glittering with a suspecting covet that he wouldn't notice. He would laugh at almost any kind of joke, but his comforting baritone voice made just about anybody feel good about telling some ridiculous gags. Most of the time he would play with the children since he seemed like such a manly person on the outside, he really was a kid inside who wanted nothing more than play a simple game of tag with children from time to time.
Weapons, Powers, etc: In some cases, Eros would sometimes find a woman of utter beauty that would fill some pleasure. When he does, he would ask her out for a date but instead the dame would fall into a spell that seems to come into effect when the feminine look into his eyes and then the person he would ask would drag him into his or her house and, well, have the best "pleasure" any siren or queer would ever have.
Other: N/A.
Username: Matrei
Character name: Eros Peitho
Age: 20
Race: 4/5 Human, 1/5 Unconfirmed race
Gender: Male
Appearance: Everyone would bow in both praise and fantasy when their gaze met the lustful body of Eros. When he moves the slightest inch, his long and prestigious chocolate hair would jump directly into the breeze and flow so beautifully that the sun would race down to shine on it's waves and make it glitter among the eyes of the townsfolk. Sometimes when the rays are just right, Eros sky blue eyes would morph into a fierce goldenrod that shattered the strength of the men and made the women faint with a deep swoon if his gaze made contact with any others.
Some of the many civilians of his town have tried to ruin his perfection by either throwing dung at him or even killing him out of pure jealousy (so it's usually the males) of not being able to communicate with a single women without bumping into a topic about Eros Freyre. Unfortunately for those certain people, they say the gods punish the ones whom try to eliminate the pure gorgeousness that Eros had. So whatever the people did wrongly to him would be stopped and somehow reflected back with a punishment with the same degree. The good thing about it is that the few men that are left can still only keep pace behind Eros, so there isn't much need for an assassination.
History: (Do not criticize me on mythological accuracy. I'm horrible at history)
Up on the granite steps of the Pantheon, a mystical and mysterious light erupts down into the Great Eye and ending inside the Pantheon's rotunda. Two of the town's bulkiest women quickly ran up towards the building to find of a sign from the gods. Laying in the exact center of the circle was a neatly woven basket with a sheet of fine silk covering the entire basket. Inside was a delicate infant
Personality: Not at all serious about anything nor is he dedicated to much. Sometimes he would go around the park just to see people staring at him with their mouths gaping and their eyes glittering with a suspecting covet that he wouldn't notice. He would laugh at almost any kind of joke, but his comforting baritone voice made just about anybody feel good about telling some ridiculous gags. Most of the time he would play with the children since he seemed like such a manly person on the outside, he really was a kid inside who wanted nothing more than play a simple game of tag with children from time to time.
Weapons, Powers, etc: In some cases, Eros would sometimes find a woman of utter beauty that would fill some pleasure. When he does, he would ask her out for a date but instead the dame would fall into a spell that seems to come into effect when the feminine look into his eyes and then the person he would ask would drag him into his or her house and, well, have the best "pleasure" any siren or queer would ever have.
Other: N/A.
