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Mortal Scribe

Tai Le Grice

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Discretion is the better part of valor.
15th-century proverb

Physical Appearance =

Height: 5’10”

Weight: 165 lbs

Hair Color: Blonde, darkens in the winter and becomes sun-bleached in summer. Kept short, for practical purposes, but sometimes gets longer in the cooler seasons and is tied back in a ponytail.

Facial Hair: Clean-shaven, most of the time for practical purposes.

Eyes: Left eye: Summer blue. Right eye: Deep chocolate brown. (Castor has the reverse)

Distinguishing Features: Golden-skinned year-round, darkens considerably in summer. Tattoos: Two rearing horses on left shoulder, representing the Leucippedes (daughters of the white horse), the kidnapping of whom eventually led to Castor’s death and the granting of his immortality by Zeus. A boar, representing the Calydonian Boar, on his right shoulder. Eagle and lightning bolt representing Zeus over left breast.

Family =

Parents:  Mother: Princess Leda, wife of King Tyndareus of Sparta (father of twin brother, Castor). Father: Zeus

Siblings: Twin brother: Castor. Sisters: Timandra, Helen and Clytemnestra, Phoebe, and Philonoe.

Spouse: The mortal Phoebe, long-deceased. Currently none; the company of Castor is all he has room for.

Children: Mnesileos

Professions =

Stuntman/ stunt coordinator and stunt animal trainer. Co-CEO (with Castor) of Dioscuri Stunt Agency International.

= Residence =

Currently (happily) resident on 1200 acres on the North Canterbury coastline, New Zealand, from where he runs an international stunt agency with his brother, Castor. Windsurfs or sails when opportunity permits.

= Personal Information =

General Overview: Pollux can be quite conservative and likes to think and plan ahead. Sometimes this becomes procrastination and many things which could be done or ought to be done, don’t get done because Pollux is still thinking about it.

The slow-burning fuse: Though Pollux is slow to anger and tends to think cautiously, there are two triggers to his anger: Castor and his father. If he feels either are being slandered or targeted in any way, his temper tends to rise very quickly and once he lets loose, only Castor has a hope of stopping him, which he’s generally loathe to do.

Silence: Because Pollux is often engaged in internal communication with Castor, he can appear distant and uncommunicative. This does not prevent him from being extremely perceptive and quick of reflex, however.

Nicknames: Polydeuces, Pol (use of which is permitted only by Castor), Lux (use of which is permitted by close associates).

Likes: The sea (sailing and windsurfing in particular), hunting (preferably with a crossbow though he’s proficient with the majority of weapons), boxing (and, more recently, MMA), energy drinks, dark Ghana chocolate, and Asian music, particularly Korean hip-hop (because he can’t stand profanity in music).

Dislikes: People who speak badly either of Zeus or his brother (sins guaranteed to ignite his generally well-moderated temper). Any suggestion of cruelty to animals or the disadvantaged. Prolonged gloomy weather and excessive wind (he’s been trying to get Castor to relocate to more temperate climes for years!).

= Flaws / Weaknesses =

Family: His one predominant weakness is his brother, Castor, with whom he has a unique relationship, and for whom he has already shared his immortality. He communicates telepathically with Castor, part of the side effects of their shared immortality, which can often give cause for confusion when he forgets to speak in his head. His telepathy is limited to Castor. He can’t read minds!

= Skills / Abilities =

Immortality: Pollux is technically immortal. He is immune to the effects of aging, cannot die by any conventional means, and is immune to all known mortal diseases and infections.

Babble-speak: Pollux can communicate in all languages and dialects, including horse-speak.

God of Athletics, patron of travellers and sailors: is proficient in any athletic or physical endeavor, which makes him particularly well-suited to action stunts, but has a unique affinity with horses, though he isn’t as fond of them as his brother, Castor. 

Astute: Pollux notices things others often miss: unspoken signals, peripheral events, warning signs of potential danger. This can make him appear precognisant. He isn’t. He merely pays attention, a skill he learned to keep Castor out of trouble.

Emblems of Immortality and Death: When Pollux opted to give half his immortality to Castor rather than spend eternity on Mount Olympus, the twins were granted free passage between Hades and Olympus. 

= Personal Attire =

Normal Daily Wear: Semi-combat wear (DP’s and combat boots), and black sleeveless t-shirt, easily suited to working and training in most environments.

Alternative Dress Wear: GI or black gym wear, as appropriate. Board shorts (sail-boarding)

= Magical Artifacts/Weapons =

Shield: Carried as a pendant on a copper/ silver chain around his neck and granting immunity from projectiles and impact injuries. He takes it off when competing to ensure fairness and sportsmanship.

Intertwined Snake Bracelet: Represents Pollux’s relationship with his brother and not only amplifies their communication but acts as a homing device. Either brother can relocate to the presence of the other when separated. Both brothers have similar artifacts.

= Historical Synopsis =

Pollux and his brother Castor were twins of two separate fathers (a phenomenon known today as heteropaternal superfecundation). Whereas Castor was the son of King Tyndareus of Sparta, their mother, Leda, was beguiled by Zeus in the form of a swan and simultaneously fell pregnant with Pollux. Pollux, therefore, was immortal, while Castor was not.

In all representations of the twins in mythology, they are seen as inseparable and are known conjointly as the Dioscuri.

Pollux (and Castor) were renowned hunters and horsemen. They helped to hunt the Calydonian Boar, joined with Jason and the Argonauts in pursuit of the Golden Fleece, and it was while with the Argonauts that Pollux defeated King Amycus of the Bebryces in a boxing match. The twins also helped Jason and Peleus exact revenge for the treachery of King Pelias of Iolcus by destroying the city.

The twins invaded the city of Attica when their sister, Helen, was abducted by its king, Theseus. They kidnapped the king’s mother, Aethra, taking her to Sparta and giving her to Helen as a slave while putting Menestheus on the throne in Theseus’ place. Aethra only returned home after the fall of Troy.

Falling in love with sisters, the Leucippedes (daughters of the white horse), who was already promised to the twins’ cousins, Pollux and Castor nevertheless kidnapped them and carried them off to Sparta. Pollux married Phoebe and they had a son, Mnesileos. The cuckolded cousins sought revenge by stealing a herd of cattle, and when the twins set forth to retrieve the herd, they took their sister Helen with them. Helen met Paris, who in turn kidnapped her, and thus began the Trojan War.

Meanwhile, the cousins, realizing the twins were attempting to steal back the cattle, set an ambush for them in which Castor was killed. Heartbroken, Pollux begged Zeus to return Castor to him by giving the twin half of his immortality. Zeus eventually agreed and as a result, the twins were enabled passage between both Hades and Olympus.

The Dioscuri were in various accounts considered to be the Gods of Athletics, Pollux as the boxer and Castor as the horseman. They were also considered to be the patrons of travelers, especially sailors, appearing in moments of a dire need to offer assistance to those who honored or trusted them.


= Introduction =

Introduction written by Tai Le Grice

It never occurred to either of us, Castor or myself, that our father would ever request our presence from our lives of quiet isolation. We’d been comfortable for far too long; perhaps it came as a shock. We discussed it. One of us was to stay and one of us to go. The price of Zeus’ gift. Separate and yet together. In the end, I made the decision. I’m less likely to start another war with relatives over something as fickle and unimportant as women. I’d go.

You pricked your ears up at that, didn’t you? The war over women? It wasn’t really a war, not to begin with, but it changed us. Forever. Initially, before the daughters of the white horse, we were different. Twins, but Castor, the son of a mortal king and I, the son of Zeus. Still, being twins, we were inseparable, though Castor, in spite of being the one not blessed with immortality, was ever the wild and reckless one, despite my best efforts. It was he who insisted on accompanying Jason to retrieve the Golden Fleece, he who pressed Jason to level the city of Ioclus, and he who nagged at me to join in the hunt of the Calydonian Boar. No surprises, it was Castor (shut up, brother, I’m telling the story) who suggested we kidnap Theseus’ mother at the same time as we rescued Helen, and Castor again who talked me into kidnapping those damn girls, the end result of all of which turned out to be the Trojan War, for pity’s sake.

Next thing you know, there was an ambush and Castor, the idiot, was speared. I would have joined him were it not for the intervention of Zeus, who hurled a thunderbolt to defend me, but Castor was already dead.

I am, was, nothing without my brother. It was as if I had been reduced to a half, a lesser and incomplete self, and I was inconsolable. Zeus took pity on me. I, who was immortal, wished to die if it would reunite me with Castor. I begged Zeus if he could not take from me my immortality and grant me death, then perhaps he could split my life that it might be shared with my brother. I begged and groveled, I prostrated myself, I wallowed in my self-pity and grief, and after what seemed an eternity, Zeus conceded. In hindsight, he was probably well and truly sick of all my grief entailed for him. And my wailing was likely to bring me to the attention of Hera, something he definitely didn’t want.

He granted my request and Castor was restored to me, my immortality shared equally between us both. The gift permitted us access to both Olympus and Hades, from which Castor walked free, though we both agreed (one of the few times we clearly agreed without argument on anything) that we’d rather reside in neither place. We have a fondness for the sea and the plains. Castor has an unrivaled affinity for horses (I could care less) and I prefer ships, their motion far more to my liking and their temperaments far more predictable.

We were comfortable in our own company until the message came, the one bearing my father’s request.

And so here I stand, apprehensively, uncomfortably, at the doors to this edifice Father has deemed the OA, home to far too many relations I’d rather not be in too close proximity to and wondering what I’m supposed to do next exactly.

“Do you mind? You’re ogling and you’re in the way. Could you move? Now?”

I dipped my head, clenching my jaw at the wave of irrational anger sweeping through me, (not now, brother!), and watched the retreating back of the speaker. I recognized the voice, I recognized the speaker even if he didn’t recognize me, us. Ares. Convenient. I’d follow him in. I, we (I get confused sometimes), marched with far greater confidence than I felt through the automatic sliding glass doors.

Here we go.

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