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Dionysos is the god of wine and ritual madness, and is currently voiced by [[Peter Farmer]].
 
Dionysos is the god of wine and ritual madness, and is currently voiced by [[Peter Farmer]].
 
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[[File:Dionysos2.png|thumb]]
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=== Physical Appearance ===
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'''Height''': 5’11”
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'''Weight''': 210 lbs
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'''Hair Color''': Black/Gray/White
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'''Facial Hair''': Medium to Long beard, same as hair color
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'''Eyes''': Varied, but mostly dark brown toward black
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'''Distinguishing Features''': Numerous tattoos
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=== Family ===
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'''Parents''': Zeus and Semele
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'''Siblings''': Half brothers/sisters only
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'''Spouse''': Ariadne (Deceased)
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'''Children''': 
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''Divine Offspring-'' Hymenaios, Iakkhos, Kharites, Methem Pasithea, [[Pan]], Priapos, Sabazios, Telete, Thysa
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''Mortal Offspring-''  Deianeira, Eurymedon, Keramos, Maron, Narkaios, Oinopion, Peparethos, Phanos, Phliasos (Phlias), Staphylos, Thoas
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=== Professions ===
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Dionysos owns a series of vineyards all across the globe, making for the first true multinational wine label, as well as dozens of smaller independent companies of wine and other spirits
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Thinking of opening a “wine” club in the God Complex HQ.  If possible, on the 55th floor.  The space will be used primarily as a premiere wine and spirit tasting club (name TBD) for members only, but it will also
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=== Residence ===
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'''Current residence''':  5th Floor of the God complex HQ.
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'''Other residences''': Patra, Krete, Bordeaux France, Montalcino Italy, Mendoza Argentina, Casablanca Valley Chile, Yarra Valley Australia, and Constantia south Africa and a few others.
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=== Personal Information ===
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'''General Overview''': Dionysos is the god of Wine, Vegetation, Festivity, and Madness.  Even though he chooses not to show it often, he has a good grasp of modern things.  He has walked the earth many times over as one of the few if not the only Olympians that stayed behind to roam the earth among humans.
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'''Deity Nicknames''': To fellow immortals of the Pantheon, he is ok with Dion.  Same with friends.  Outside of that, he is known as Liber, Bacchus, Twice-born or even Wine God, or Mad God
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'''Likes''': Honesty and openness is very important, and that is a big reason why drinking wine lowers inhibitions and removes filters.  Dion says what he thinks and has very few inhibitions, and he prefers it that way... good or bad.
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'''Dislikes''': Tricksters, liars, boasters and bullies.
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=== Flaws / Weakness ===
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=== Skills / Abilities ===
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'''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.
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'''Babble-speak.'''  Can communicate in all languages and dialects.
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=== Possessions ===
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'''Normal Daily Wear''': Comfortwear… flannel and more flannel.  Cargo shorts, sandals, and sometimes a hat of some sort.  For business he can break out a suit but it will not be worn for too long.  Comfort matters more than looks.
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'''Alternate Wear''': Depending on the level of madness, you might just catch Dionysos in a pirate outfit, a full knight armor, or a Victorian jacket, capri pants, stockings, heeled shoes and a powdered wig… or even worse; Speedos
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=== Magical Artifacts/Weapons ===
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=== Historical Synopsis ===
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Dionysos is the Olympian god of wine, vegetation, pleasure, festivity, madness and wild frenzy. He was depicted as either an older, bearded god or an effeminate, long-haired youth. His attributes included the thyrsos, a drinking cup and a crown of ivy. He is the son of Zeus and the princess Semele of Thebes which was consumed by the heat of his lightning-bolts. Zeus recovered their unborn child from her body, sewed him up in his own thigh, and carried him to term.  Even though man turned their back on The Pantheon, they never stopped loving wine and festivity, and that was enough of a pull for Dionysos to remain behind and walk the earth through the years.<ref>https://www.theoi.com/Olympios/Dionysos.html</ref>
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=== Introduction ===
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I didn’t want to, but I eventually decided to open one eye, and then the other, and then looked around in the dusty tomb. I sat up slowly, trying to shake the cobwebs from my mind, then stretched languidly with a big groan. “Ohhhh, my head,” I said to myself just to be sure I could still talk. “I don’t know who, but someone definitely spiked the punch last night.”
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Donning my sandals and reaching for my thyrsos, I walked over to the table, picked up my ivy crown, and placed it on my head crookedly. Who cares about isometry, after all? Not me. Looking around, I let out a soft laugh that turned into a cackle in the next breath and eventually died into a cough.
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I made my way outside to the narrow street and took a few steps before a lot of yelling was directed my way, followed by a trumpeting bellow. Turning, I had barely enough time to side-step the laden elephant lumbering down the street. “Oh great,” I said out loud, adding an eye-roll, “I must be in India again. No wonder the bike lanes are on the wrong side of the street. Leave it to me to get plastered in a place where the only alcohol they sell is the rubbing kind.” I laughed heartily at my own joke until I ran out of breath and then leaned heavily on my thyrsos.
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Slowly—every step took me closer to the edge of the village—and a few more steps after that led me into the woods. Once safe in the darkness of the forest, I swayed for a few seconds and thudded my thyrsos against the ground three times. I waited with my eyes closed, quiet and unmoving. A few minutes passed when suddenly everything around me went quiet. There was no more chirping and no more rustling about. Another silent moment passed before the reason for the hush announced itself with a low but powerful growl.
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Opening one eye, and then the other, I smiled broadly and did a little jig at the massive male panther standing in front of me. He gave me a bored look, licking his maw. Looking the huge beautiful cat in the eyes, I made a circular motion with my index finger, pointing down. The large beast gave me a look, and I swore he rolled its eyes at me! A few seconds passed before the panther gave up with a snort and turned his back.
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“You better turn around…” I returned the panther’s snort and reached out to scratch behind his ears. Heaving a leg over his back, I slid down close to his haunches, getting comfortable. I leaned forward a bit and grabbed him by the scruff of the neck. “To the airport, Jeeves,” I said with a chortle, “I have family that isn’t expecting me.”
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The panther rolled his eyes at me for real this time, but I ignored the gesture. Moving along with the gait of the beast, I closed my eyes, trusting the cat’s sense of direction. I thought back on times of old...times of very old. The call of Olympus had not reached out to me for a long time…until recently. I couldn’t guess at what this calling I had felt the past months was all about. All I knew was that I had avoided it long enough, and it had gotten to the point where it was drowning all the other voices in my head.
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When I opened my eyes, I was already standing where I wanted to be standing: in front of one of the many sliding-door entrances to the airport. I walked in with a mumble, leaning on my thyrsos, and made my way to the kiosk. I stared the tired-looking employee in the eyes. “I would like one ticket to Athens, please. Yes, the original one. None of the copies they made ages later. And of course, I want it to be first class. That’s where you get wine for free, isn’t it? Tell them to stock up on extra bottles of red. What’s that? Name? Dionysos. Yes, like the god. Last name? Don’t have one. I’m like…Cher, but prettier. No. What makes you think I was kidding? Do you take a check?”

Revision as of 10:02, 10 June 2020

Dionysos is the god of wine and ritual madness, and is currently voiced by Peter Farmer.

Dionysos2.png

Physical Appearance

Height: 5’11”

Weight: 210 lbs

Hair Color: Black/Gray/White

Facial Hair: Medium to Long beard, same as hair color

Eyes: Varied, but mostly dark brown toward black

Distinguishing Features: Numerous tattoos

Family

Parents: Zeus and Semele

Siblings: Half brothers/sisters only

Spouse: Ariadne (Deceased)

Children:

Divine Offspring- Hymenaios, Iakkhos, Kharites, Methem Pasithea, Pan, Priapos, Sabazios, Telete, Thysa

Mortal Offspring- Deianeira, Eurymedon, Keramos, Maron, Narkaios, Oinopion, Peparethos, Phanos, Phliasos (Phlias), Staphylos, Thoas

Professions

Dionysos owns a series of vineyards all across the globe, making for the first true multinational wine label, as well as dozens of smaller independent companies of wine and other spirits

Thinking of opening a “wine” club in the God Complex HQ. If possible, on the 55th floor. The space will be used primarily as a premiere wine and spirit tasting club (name TBD) for members only, but it will also

Residence

Current residence: 5th Floor of the God complex HQ.

Other residences: Patra, Krete, Bordeaux France, Montalcino Italy, Mendoza Argentina, Casablanca Valley Chile, Yarra Valley Australia, and Constantia south Africa and a few others.

Personal Information

General Overview: Dionysos is the god of Wine, Vegetation, Festivity, and Madness. Even though he chooses not to show it often, he has a good grasp of modern things. He has walked the earth many times over as one of the few if not the only Olympians that stayed behind to roam the earth among humans.

Deity Nicknames: To fellow immortals of the Pantheon, he is ok with Dion. Same with friends. Outside of that, he is known as Liber, Bacchus, Twice-born or even Wine God, or Mad God

Likes: Honesty and openness is very important, and that is a big reason why drinking wine lowers inhibitions and removes filters. Dion says what he thinks and has very few inhibitions, and he prefers it that way... good or bad.

Dislikes: Tricksters, liars, boasters and bullies.

Flaws / Weakness

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.

Babble-speak. Can communicate in all languages and dialects.

Possessions

Normal Daily Wear: Comfortwear… flannel and more flannel. Cargo shorts, sandals, and sometimes a hat of some sort. For business he can break out a suit but it will not be worn for too long. Comfort matters more than looks.

Alternate Wear: Depending on the level of madness, you might just catch Dionysos in a pirate outfit, a full knight armor, or a Victorian jacket, capri pants, stockings, heeled shoes and a powdered wig… or even worse; Speedos

Magical Artifacts/Weapons

Historical Synopsis

Dionysos is the Olympian god of wine, vegetation, pleasure, festivity, madness and wild frenzy. He was depicted as either an older, bearded god or an effeminate, long-haired youth. His attributes included the thyrsos, a drinking cup and a crown of ivy. He is the son of Zeus and the princess Semele of Thebes which was consumed by the heat of his lightning-bolts. Zeus recovered their unborn child from her body, sewed him up in his own thigh, and carried him to term. Even though man turned their back on The Pantheon, they never stopped loving wine and festivity, and that was enough of a pull for Dionysos to remain behind and walk the earth through the years.[1]

Introduction

I didn’t want to, but I eventually decided to open one eye, and then the other, and then looked around in the dusty tomb. I sat up slowly, trying to shake the cobwebs from my mind, then stretched languidly with a big groan. “Ohhhh, my head,” I said to myself just to be sure I could still talk. “I don’t know who, but someone definitely spiked the punch last night.” Donning my sandals and reaching for my thyrsos, I walked over to the table, picked up my ivy crown, and placed it on my head crookedly. Who cares about isometry, after all? Not me. Looking around, I let out a soft laugh that turned into a cackle in the next breath and eventually died into a cough.

I made my way outside to the narrow street and took a few steps before a lot of yelling was directed my way, followed by a trumpeting bellow. Turning, I had barely enough time to side-step the laden elephant lumbering down the street. “Oh great,” I said out loud, adding an eye-roll, “I must be in India again. No wonder the bike lanes are on the wrong side of the street. Leave it to me to get plastered in a place where the only alcohol they sell is the rubbing kind.” I laughed heartily at my own joke until I ran out of breath and then leaned heavily on my thyrsos.

Slowly—every step took me closer to the edge of the village—and a few more steps after that led me into the woods. Once safe in the darkness of the forest, I swayed for a few seconds and thudded my thyrsos against the ground three times. I waited with my eyes closed, quiet and unmoving. A few minutes passed when suddenly everything around me went quiet. There was no more chirping and no more rustling about. Another silent moment passed before the reason for the hush announced itself with a low but powerful growl.

Opening one eye, and then the other, I smiled broadly and did a little jig at the massive male panther standing in front of me. He gave me a bored look, licking his maw. Looking the huge beautiful cat in the eyes, I made a circular motion with my index finger, pointing down. The large beast gave me a look, and I swore he rolled its eyes at me! A few seconds passed before the panther gave up with a snort and turned his back.

“You better turn around…” I returned the panther’s snort and reached out to scratch behind his ears. Heaving a leg over his back, I slid down close to his haunches, getting comfortable. I leaned forward a bit and grabbed him by the scruff of the neck. “To the airport, Jeeves,” I said with a chortle, “I have family that isn’t expecting me.”

The panther rolled his eyes at me for real this time, but I ignored the gesture. Moving along with the gait of the beast, I closed my eyes, trusting the cat’s sense of direction. I thought back on times of old...times of very old. The call of Olympus had not reached out to me for a long time…until recently. I couldn’t guess at what this calling I had felt the past months was all about. All I knew was that I had avoided it long enough, and it had gotten to the point where it was drowning all the other voices in my head.

When I opened my eyes, I was already standing where I wanted to be standing: in front of one of the many sliding-door entrances to the airport. I walked in with a mumble, leaning on my thyrsos, and made my way to the kiosk. I stared the tired-looking employee in the eyes. “I would like one ticket to Athens, please. Yes, the original one. None of the copies they made ages later. And of course, I want it to be first class. That’s where you get wine for free, isn’t it? Tell them to stock up on extra bottles of red. What’s that? Name? Dionysos. Yes, like the god. Last name? Don’t have one. I’m like…Cher, but prettier. No. What makes you think I was kidding? Do you take a check?”