The Curse

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User Name: Admin

God Name: Poseidon

God/Goddess of: The Sea, Earthquakes, and Horses

Appearance: http://media1.break.com/dnet/media/2008/10/87%20Hot%20Brunette%20Babe.jpg

Personality: Temperamental, giving, quick to anger, quick to exact revenge, tends to be violent, lustful, cooperative.

Biography: Well, it was one of those days. I was in one of my moods. I was pissed off. I’m allowed to be pissed off once in a while! Yea, it was a bad one. So what? Is there even such a thing as a good pissed off? Like I would even do that anyways? Whatever. Pissed off. Me. Very. Right now. Back to then though.
I was spending my angry time ripping the ships apart on my ocean because, well, they were fucking stupid! Who is stupid enough to go onto the ocean when its really rough out? Apparently them. Fucking dumbasses. I fixed that though. Amused myself and almost forgot my damn anger by laughing at them as they screamed and jumped ship while I ripped their little bitty toy boats to smithereens. It was kind of cool; watching the boat parts float down to the ocean floor. Pretty almost. Hey! I said almost! Damn. Shut the fuck up. I’m allowed to use that word once in a while. Zeus All Mighty.
Anyway. There I was, sitting there ripping boats apart when we were summoned by Zeus because that stupid fucking wench of a bitch Hekate wanted to say something to him. Never a bright idea by the way. He never says yes to anything. Ever. So you have a question, request, anything. DON’T DO IT. It’s for your safety as well as ours. Zeus what a stupid bitch she is. She started going on about something that I didn’t listen to in the first place, I just knew she was talking because her voice PISSES me off. It’s kind of like that mortal blackboard and fingernail sound? Yea. That annoying. She had just about stopped talking, when I saw Zeus glare at her. Oh Zeus, don’t do it. Don’t. Do- Oh shit… she did. She asked him for something. Damnit she never learns. Ever. I swear she’s fucking retarded or something. Fucking incapable of learning anything; ever.
Well, as you guessed he said no. Pissed her the fuck off too. I remember that much. Especially because she started screeching at him. I would use the term screaming, but you can understand when someone screams at you. This was unintelligible. Completely and totally. It was awful. Fucking whore. Learn to fucking speak. You’re only a couple THOUSAND centuries old. Shit.
Anyway. She started screeching. I lunged at her to shut that stupid woman up. I was completely content on murdering her right there. I owed that stupid bitch anyway. Well, double now. Oooh when I get my hands on her I will make her pay so bad for this. Whatever she did. I know she did it. She had to have. Grrrrrrr.
But. Just as I was about halfway through the air towards her I fell asleep. Me! Asleep! While trying to kill someone! Who does that? Just falls asleep? Not even the medically handicapped do that. Shit. I did it though. Fell asleep right in the middle of trying to kill someone. I don’t even know if I fell asleep on the floor. For all I fucking know, I got thrown off the damned mountain altogether. Oh if I find out they TOUCHED me while I was sleeping..
Me? Angry? No. I’m livid. Pissed. Angry. I want revenge. Oh yes I do. Hekate you stupid fucking bitch you wait until I see you. I don’t care if you didn’t have anything to do with it. I’m still pissed off cause you haven’t permanently stopped talking yet. You’re way too annoying while you talk. So just stop it already. No one likes you as it is. Dumb bitch.
Anyhow. I wake up right? I’m thinking that I’m laying on the floor of the conference room. NOPE. I’m in some fucking room full of colors and not weapons, and what the fuck? I was so fucking confused. Still am. More pissed off though that this happened. Zeusdamnedit. I wake up okay? First thing I notice. No weapon. Next thing? No wood. None. At all. Come to think of it, it’s a little on the light side down there. What the fuck man? I looked down, and there’s fucking more than just what I thought. I’m ass naked for one. For two I have HUGE fucking knockers and a woman’s twat. Um. ‘Scuse me guys, but I’M A DUDE! You know?! A guy? A dick having, woman fucking, murdering GUY!? So what the fuck is this shit? Me having boobs?
Then it hits me. I’m not home. Not even close. I don’t even know where in Hell on Earth I am except some room. A chicks room. Then it hits me again. I’m not me because I’m in a chicks’ body. Dude. I’m just some crazy person’s voice in their head now?! Oh what the fuck? That’s so not funny! This shit blows. I want some ships to destroy.

Mortal Alias: Alexandria

Mortal Birthday, Age: March 30, 1986, 27

Mortal Occupation: Model

Mortal History: Not much to tell really. I went to school like everyone else. Got B’s and C’s like every other normal kid. That was, until I started to develop. Like most girls, I gained interest in men and started to play around a bit. Although, my idea of playing around was getting into the BDSM community, and working my way to being spotted by a porn star talent scout acting as a “Client” that I had picked up on the side of everything else one night.
At that point in my life, I kept going to school but I also kept shooting porn videos on the side of my already sex-hectic life. I found that it was something that I absolutely loved to do when she was eighteen still, and I just kept at it for a while. Graduating and going full-fledged into the porn industry, I didn’t really give myself time to think of anything other than my current career until a day when a Modeling scout spotted me laying on the beach on one of my days off.
Right then, he offered me a job which I turned down. The scout disappeared for a while, then reappeared in my life to offer me over twice as much as I was making as a porn star, which was only about forty thousand a year and definitely not enough to live off of in NYC. Quickly accepting it, I left my porn days behind, sadly; and focused on working on my already perfect figure by honing my eating habits so that I could still splurge and model without anyone knowing. Thus was my life as of present. Not terribly exciting. Oh yea. One more thing. I wake up to some new voice in my head frigging freaking out. Crazy? I think I might be now. Great. Something new.

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User Name: Tar
God/Goddess Name: Atropos
God/Goddess of: Fate
Appearance: http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3326/3659795677_e8874feb79.jpg
Personality: Quiet, reserved, sensible. Almost never loses her temper.
Biography: Her life was like that of her sisters; dealing with the threads all the time. While her sisters had issues with seeing men in the process of doing their jobs, Atropos had no problems with it. She had a little fun on the side, sex here and there; but mostly dealt with the threads. Cutting the threads, always cutting. She was called into a meeting one day, with Hecate pleading some case that Zeus turned down. Next thing she knew, she was woke up in a mortals body.
Mortal Alias: Renee Whitte
Mortal Birthday, Age: 19
Mortal Occupation: College, part-time worker at the local Barnes and Noble.
Mortal History: Renee grew up with a couple siblings, and both her parents. She wasn’t spoiled, nor forgotten about either. She was good with her grades in school, and goes to Pratt there in the hopes of showing her parents that she can DO something with her life. She has her own place, a little apartment that she pays for with a part time job. She has never had a boyfriend, keeping hidden that she happens to lean more in the way of woman then men.