Prometheus is the Titan of Forethought and creator of mankind, scribed by D.M. White, voiced by Dean O'Sullivan.
Know Your God
Weight: 80 kgs
Hair Color: Blonde hair, medium length
Facial Hair: Stubble unkempt
Distinguishing Features: Large scars on stomach
Prometheus is a lawyer and a Fire Marshall at the OA Complex. He deals with the paperwork for the God Complex and the various issues that are created and raised through the actions of the Gods and the mortals. Zeus has still not forgiven Prometheus for his betrayal, and thought this a fitting punishment rather than tying him back to the rock. Zeus also though that it would be amusing for Prometheus to be the fire marshal for the God Complex, he thought there was a certain irony to it.
The God Complex HQ, Floor 3.
General Overview: Prometheus is a trickster who loves to wind up the other Gods. His superior intellect and gift of forethought allows him to stay one step ahead of the game, much to the frustration of the others. The Gods find it amusing when Prometheus is on their side, but hate it when they are the focus of his attention. His punishment from Zeus and long period of isolation means that Prometheus doesn’t have a strong connection with any of the Gods, and so has little concern about what they think of him. Prometheus’ main weakness is his love of humans and his desire to help them, often ahead of his family.
Prometheus wishes to protect mortals from suffering any harm as a result of the actions of the Gods.
Prometheus doesn’t trust any of the Gods. In particular, he has a deep hatred of Zeus for the punishment Zeus inflicted upon him. As a result, Prometheus is a bit of a loner and his main interactions with the Gods involves him winding them up for his own amusement. By contrast, Prometheus has an almost blinding love for the humans he created and cannot see their faults.
Prometheus is patient and caring with mortals, but somewhat short with the other Gods. He has a very dry sense of humour and can be a bit of a trickster. He suffers from PTSD as a result of his punishment, which can result in a lack of sleep and anger issues.
Nicknames: The Creator
Likes: Exercise – running and weightlifting, looking after his pet dog (Sera). Watching fire (he could do that for hours), Mortals, Exploring and playing with gadgets made by mortals.
Dislikes: Birds of prey (particularly eagles). The other Gods. Family
Man’s Best Friend. Prometheus is often blinded by his love of mortals and his unwavering belief in their worth. This affection is such that it makes him act irrationally against the other gods if he feels they have caused harm to them.
Outsider. Prometheus is a bit of a loner among the other gods, a distance that is exacerbated by his deep mistrust of the gods and their motives. This isolation makes it difficult for him to form the relationships that would bridge the gap between the past and the future. The other gods remember the extent of Zeus’ wrath at Prometheus and so tread carefully around him, making things that much harder.
Obsessed. Prometheus has an unhealthy obsession with tracing Heracles’ bloodline. Prometheus feels burdened by a debt he cannot repay to Heracles and has since taken up tracking down Hercules’ descendants in order to balance the scales. This task is like looking for a needle in a haystack, but Prometheus is determined, and often expends a lot of energy in his search.
Forever Chained. Prometheus suffers from terrible night terrors after his imprisonment and endless daily rounds of torture. This PTSD leads him to easily becoming angry and volatile, something he tries to control through going to the gym and running to bleed off the stress.
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.
Master Craftsman. Prometheus is a master craftsman. As the god who bridged the knowledge of the gods and brought them down to man, Prometheus is highly knowledgeable in the fields of science and technology and capable of crafting things by hand the way mortals do, at a much higher level. He has the ability to pass on this knowledge, often helping spur small leaps in technology and science, though sometimes he fails to consider that just because something can be accomplished does not mean it should be accomplished. A few thousand years chained to a rock has made him far more cautious about this.
Golem Maker. Prometheus has the ability to shape clay and animate it, similar to the way he once shaped early man. Man has long since evolved and souls are more complicated and regulated things now, but Prometheus can still create the raw flesh form of a being and give it life, compelling it to perform simple tasks for him as needed. The golems have a limited life span because they are made of clay. As they are damaged, they disintegrate, requiring Prometheus to make new ones as needed.
First Flame. Prometheus kept a single spark of the original fire he stole from Zeus and gave to mankind. He hid this spark deep inside his mind while chained to the rock and, since being released from his punishment, has tended it ever since. He can carry this spark to other mortals, giving them a sudden flash of inspiration to solve problems, especially leaps in understanding in the realm of science and technology. As such, he continues to pass the light of illumination to this day, albeit, with more care and less catastrophe. Prometheus can kindle a spark in his hand from this retained fire, though he is careful not to do so around other immortals because he was supposed to not have it anymore. What they don’t know...
Foresight. Prometheus has the ability to step inside the mind of a mortal and view all the choices available to that mortal, but with greater farseeing ability than the mortal themselves. He can see the ripples of choices made and paths taken to a limited degree into the future. Though he himself cannot influence or make those choices for the mortal, he can always guide the mortal through counsel, encouraging them to certain paths and not others.
Normal Daily Wear: Dark blue suit, a white shirt and shades
Alternative Dress Wear: N/A
All Prometheus’ artifacts and weapons were confiscated from him by Zeus prior to his punishment and are – as far as Prometheus is aware – still held by Zeus.
Prometheus is the grandson of Uranus and the first cousin of Zeus. The first time we properly hear about him is during the Titanomachy. His name means ‘Forethought’, and so it is perhaps not surprising that he became a turncoat and fought against the Titans, including his father (Iapetus – known as the Piercer), and his brothers Atlas and Menoetius, during the war thus playing a fairly sizeable part in sentencing most of his immediate family to eternal damnation in Tartarus.
Prometheus has something of a love/hate relationship with Zeus. In the early days they were close, but both men were ambitious and considered themselves natural leaders, and it no doubt chided Prometheus that it was his cousin who rose to the highest honours in the Pantheon with his charm and superior skill-set. It was Zeus who won all the accolades from the other gods, whilst Prometheus remained side-lined.
After the Titanomachy, Zeus gave Prometheus the task of creating man, which he did using clay. It was Prometheus’ piece de resistance, but Zeus was unimpressed. He was ‘meh’. And his indifference irritated Prometheus, driving a wedge between their relationship.
The strain of the relationship was evident at Mecone. When the gods and men were disputing with one another, Zeus ordered that man must sacrifice a portion of each food to the gods. Prometheus was outraged and decided that he would trick Zeus. He divided a bull into two parts and asked Zeus which portion of food should be sacrificed. Unbeknown to Zeus, Prometheus had wrapped the best parts and the intestines in the skin with the stomach dumped on top (making it look quite revolting). In the second pile Prometheus had placed the bull’s bones which were covered with fat. Zeus picked the bones (thus allowing man to eat the meat). Upon realising that he had been deceived, Zeus was furious and he ordered that fire should be withheld from man as punishment.
Prometheus knew that man would struggle to progress without fire and it pained him to see his children suffering. Unable to watch it any more, Prometheus did the unthinkable and stole fire from the gods to give to man. Zeus, so enraged by the betrayal, then condemned Prometheus to the most savage and cruel punishment he could think up; Prometheus would be chained to a rock in Scythia and have his liver eaten by an eagle. To make his suffering stretch further, each night his liver would magically restore itself, only for the eagle to return the following day. And so Prometheus sacrificed himself so that man could prosper.
Zeus didn’t stop with Prometheus though, he also punished man by creating Pandora and gifting her to Prometheus’ brother, Epimetheus (who had joined Prometheus during the Titanomachy and was now living with man). Prometheus had warned his brother not to accept any gifts from the gods, but such was the beauty of Pandora, Epimetheus could not resist. Pandora brought with her a jar and a warning that the jar should never be opened. Curiosity, however, overcame Pandora, and she opened the jar unleashing all of the evils into the world. Prometheus, tied to his rock, could only watch the pain and suffering of his children.
Prometheus was eventually freed. Heracles eventually found him in chains on Mount Caucasus and – having obtained Zeus’ consent – killed the eagle and freed the Titan. It is there that his story comes to an abrupt end. For now.
Introduction written by D.M. White
My, my! How you have come on, my children. And how you have grown – 7.5 billion!
I still remember the moment I molded you like it was yesterday. That first piece of clay was cold and wet in my clumsy fingers, my first attempt frightening. It took a while for me to get the right formula. I tried everything – seven eyes, three fingers, two heads. Nothing quite worked.
And then, one day, perfection. I knew it straight away. My magnum opus. I showed Zeus, my excitement palpable, but he didn’t get it. He couldn’t see what I had created. He didn’t understand. His ignorance was painful.
Still, there was something missing. You were constrained, like a dog pulling on a leash. I needed to set you free, and so I did the unthinkable. I betrayed Zeus. I gave you fire. It was a small gift, but one with unimaginable consequences. I thought that once Zeus saw you flourishing he would get it, but instead, his anger was immense and his punishment swift and brutal. It still brings shivers every time I think about it.
The unrelenting pain.
But I would do it again in a heartbeat. Just look at you now, with your fancy devices and luxury lifestyles. You are like gods. Imagine what life could have been like if it wasn’t for the cruel tricks of my family. I may have been away for a while, but I have been watching. Always watching. And I have seen what they have done. It’s about time someone had a little fun with them…