Wisdom of the Scribe
= Physical Appearance =
Weight: 203 lbs.
Hair Color: a burning red, almost crimson
Facial Hair: light stubble
Eyes: Green eyes
Distinguishing Features: back is scored with scratch marks always and slightly red from burns
= Family =
Parents: Zues and Leto
Spouse: N/A (currently hunting Aphrodite)
Children: Asclepius, Orpheus, Scylla, Aristaeus, Khariklo, Korybantes Samothrakiai
= Professions =
Apollo is a musician and artist. He’s runs an amphitheater when he feels like it.
= Residence =
While I have an apartment in New Olympus, I generally reside in an older farm house and spend a majority of my time there, sitting on a creek bed.
= Personal Information =
General Overview: Apollo is kind of a dick. He’s very cocky and self-confident, but he loves others. He’s extremely protective, though it’s not obvious through the way he talks. He tends to be overdramatic and goof off a little bit when he feels comfortable, but can be quick to anger and is fairly terse when he doesn’t feel welcome.
Likes: Music, art, poetry, romance
Dislikes: Foolish people, anyone who touches my girl. Things done improperly. Obnoxious obliviousness. Poor professionalism.
= Flaws / Weaknesses =
= Skills / Abilities =
Immortality – Apollo 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 – Apollo can communicate in all languages and dialects.
Music God – I am able to hear any and all thoughts involving music, and separate/process it all. I can also give or take away the ability to have perfect pitch and control. I can feel the emotion put behind music and truly understand things properly.
Instrumental apparitions – i can create perfectly in tune instruments of any design or make with a single thought, however, when out of my hands, they become horribly out of tune, and will always be off no matter how much twiddling is done, and they cannot be taken apart, or damaged in anyway.
Mirage magic – Apollo can make small mirages that are 2 dimensional.
Sound Manipulation – self explanatory. (Only works on mortals)
= Personal Attire =
Normal Daily Wear: loose fitting cloak with a deep forest green tunic and a cord belt for a tan fabric pants. Infinite pockets.
Alternative Dress Wear: A deep aubergine sleeved vest with a tail and a white button up below with white slacks, and white formal shoes.
= Magical Artifacts/Weapons =
A Lyre woven of sunlight, with strings of silk from arachne herself. A single note brings any to their knees with an emotion of my desire.
= Introduction =
Introduction written by Daniel Sage (5/25/19)
Music is a part of everyone. Deep inside, look into your heart, and there is a song waiting to be sung. A song that cries out to be heard. For me, that song is the very thing I search for. I spend my days running the amphitheater of the Gods. Every night, the best of the best gather to perform, and every night I hope beyond hope that someone will capture me in their song… that they will find me. Every night I listen and dream, and some have been close. I’ve been moved to tears by ballads that might rival my own; my feet have danced upon the floor to jigs of another world.
Despite my most desperate efforts, I’m still alone, without a tune to the song in my heart. Every night when I’ve left the chariot below the horizon, I open the world to my music. Some nights, I will leave with a beautiful woman, hoping to make a new kind of music, the kind made by two naked bodies burning in the passion of the moment. Still, I have never found it. That tune to place on my life.
In my search for my song, I’ve grown to equate it with the search for love, for how could I love someone if they could not see me? I may ride a chariot in the sky. I may support the oracles, but deep down, I’m lost and looking to be found.
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