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Goddess of mischief, ruin, delusion and folly

Atë is the goddess of mischief, ruin, delusion and folly, scribed by Amber Albright, voiced by Jeanette Rose.

Know Your Goddess

Height: 5’8

Weight: 136 lbs

Hair Color: Jet black and usually wears it in loose waves with it reaching past her mid back.

Facial Hair: N/A

Eyes: Normal brown, but turn amber gold when she uses her powers.

Distinguishing Features: N/A


Parents: Father – Zeus; Mother – Primordial Eris

Siblings: N/A

Spouse: N/A

Children: N/A


I like to think of myself as somewhat of an entrepreneur. After being banished to the mortal plane, I have picked up a habit of causing chaos. Whisper a little mischief onto the ears of man and boy, does it pay off. Wars, catastrophes, betrayals, scandals, you name it. I’m in the business of causing trouble and business is booming.


Kicked out of Olympus and currently residing in Sicily, Italy in a Doric-style Greek temple that resembles the home she once loved.

Personal Information

General Overview: Atë is feisty, conniving and always gets her way. She loves mischief and inciting chaos any chance she can get. After all, it is in her DNA. If she is not busy going out dancing or finding the nearest party, she is spending her time whispering into the ears of mortal men. Through the centuries, she has been behind the scenes, causing as much trouble as she can. She feeds off the mischief and ruin she creates, making her only crave the chaos more. She is quick to anger, especially if you bring up her past, but don’t let her hard shell fool you. Buried very deep down in her cold, black heart, there is a part of her somewhere just dying for the love she lost a millennium ago.

Deity Nicknames: Attie (Eros) Skotádi (Hades) Kallis (Eris)

Likes: Chaos, mischief, destruction, men and women, getting her way, makeup, heels, tempting mortals, arrogance and power.

Dislikes: Affection, unless she gives it first, hates liars, weakness, whining, declarations of love.

Flaws / Weaknesses

Green-Eyed Monster. After having everything stripped from her, Atë has become overly zealous (and jealous) of things she considers hers. She might be a brown-eyed beauty or a gold-eyed charmer, but touch what's hers and you'll have a green-eyed monster on your hands. And monsters do monstrous things. And pay monstrous consequences.

V Is For Vanity. Atë likes to stay chic and on trend. Mortals, being the often shallow creatures they are, quickly fall under the spell of her beauty, unaware she's a nightmare dressed like a daydream (thank you, Taylor Swift). She has a bit of preoccupation with how she looks and what she thinks about it. And combined with the fact that she's quite willing to tell you all about the wondrousness of Atë... well, it gets old. Even if she doesn't.

This Is Gonna Hurt. If Atë had a warning label, it would say, "Contents Under Pressure". To say that Atë is volatile is an understatement of epic proportions. And when she lashes out, she's going to make sure you feel it. Like, really feel it. For centuries. Millennia, even. And that's a problem for Atë because injuries fade, but grudges... those last forever. And payback might just be a bigger bitch than Atë.

Fifty Shades Of Cray. Atë spent 1000 years in Tartarus. She sees things that aren’t there, hears voices with no source. Her powers are becoming more unstable, as is she. She is a bomb waiting to go off. Tick Tock.

Skills / Abilities

Immortality. Technically immortal. Immune to the effects of aging, cannot die by any conventional means, and is immune to all known mortal diseases and infections. As a deity, they are able to teleport, or "pop" anywhere in the mortal plane with a few exceptions, the God Floors of the GC HQ are mystically protected, so no teleporting to or in between them, anything on the non-mortal plane, i.e., the Underworld, Atlantis, and the Void, are non-accessible without a guide.

Mother Tongue. As the bridge between the mortal world and the divine, they speak all languages mortals do, even the long dead ones.

Entrance. Atë can entrance her victims when she speaks to them. Her voice becomes a soothing sound to them as they slowly fall into a trance, completing the task she asks of them. When this power is used on another immortal, it is limited to information gathering, as getting gods to do anything they don’t want to do is notoriously difficult. Her eyes turn an amber gold when this power is used.

Limited Shapeshifting. Atë can shapeshift into various animals when she ventures around the mortal plane. The only consolation is that all the animals she mimics are jet black like her hair.

Breath of Chaos. Atë’s body can become that of smoke, as she can walk through walls or under doors. She also uses this ability to avoid any wounds one may try to inflict. She uses this power to appear out of thin air. This also comes in handy when she wants to whisper misguidings to unsuspecting men without anyone being none the wiser she is present. This power can be quite draining on her and require rest to recharge.

Empath. This gift allows her to feel what her intended victims may feel so she can better corrupt them into doing something mischievous. If she uses this gift too much, migraines soon follow.

Bringer of Ruin. When enraged or focusing hard enough Ate has the power to cause a fault or weakness to material things that would then cause ruin. She has greater effect over man made objects than natural ones as mortal creations often go against natural order and have inherent flaws that are easy to exploit. When power is overused Atё gets blinding headaches that weaken her. In extreme cases when used too aggressively this can also cause her to pass out.

Delusion. Atë exists on the periphery of men’s thoughts, able to bring ruin to their minds directly and present them with images of their worst fears and deepest secrets to unravel them from within. She often uses this power to force them to see things that aren’t there. The power is most effective on mortals. Immortals’s brains heal too quickly to be taken in completely. If Atë uses this too often on a mortal, she can make them lose all concept of reality, causing serious brain damage.

Personal Attire

Normal Daily Wear: Usually, you will find Atë in a long silk dress or anything that shows skin. She loves heels, the higher the better, with any type of gold or silver jewelry. Lace is her favorite right next to leather.

Alternate Dress Wear: When she’s not causing mischief, you can find her in elegant lounge-wear.

Magical Artifacts/Weapons


Introduction written by Amber Albright

My name is Atë, the one who leads men astray, the Goddess of mischief and ruin. I am a fallen Goddess, at least that is what I tell myself. It helps lessen the sting of what happened. They say family is everything. Yeah, I would believe that if it wasn’t for the hard lesson I learned so quickly. A simple task she asked and I happily obliged. Hera is the mother of all Gods; who am I to deny her? I wanted to be in her favor, so how could I not? It was simple really to trick Zeus into swearing an oath. He, regardless of his stature, was still a man and men alike bent to me. All I did was help secure that Eurystheus would be born first and it worked like a charm. But boy, does Zeus have a temper. When he found out, he tossed from Mount Olympus and told to never return.

I admit it broke me. I know he is my father, but my nature begs to come forward. A mere trick really and it cost me my home. And what do the Gods do now? They sat on their thrones, comfortable in the heavens, and forgot about me. I have been erased from history books, my existence barely there. I have been betrayed by my so-called family and used by the one who asked my help. She let him toss me aside, throw me away as if I was nothing.

My anger is unforgiving, and my wrath will be never-ending. I mean, not that I am complaining too much at the moment. The mortal plane has its ups. They’re so easily corruptible, it’s almost sad. All I have to do is get inside their heads and cause a little mischief. I have created wars since I fell; I have made Kings rise and overthrow cities, and I reveled in it. All I had to do was whisper in the ears of men what they truly wanted, and they carried out the mission beautifully. I feel even Ares himself would have been proud. Not that even he speaks to me now. No, I was an outcast, shunned but that would soon change.