Post by fraus on Nov 30, 2011 22:27:02 GMT -5
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[/color] Fraus (Greek name: Apate)
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Nickname(s) ;;[/color] none
Age ;;[/color] ageless, though appears in mid to late teens
Birthday ;;[/color] unknown
Gender ;;[/color] female
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Species ;;[/color] goddess of deceit
Immortal Parent ;;[/color] Nox and Erebus
Years at Camp ;;[/color] N/A
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Celebrity Claim ;;[/color] Isabelle Fuhrman
Appearance ;;[/color]
Fraus appears around her mid to late teens, standing about 5’2” (or whatever height she happens to prefer at the time), with deep brown hair that reaches halfway down her back. Her brown-gray eyes are the only real indicator that she is an immortal at first glance, as they change to pitch black when she is angered or using her magic of deception. Her clothing is usually dark to symbolize her parentage, though throwing in color here and there isn’t out of the question. She’s usually more one for closer-fitting clothing and little to no make-up. However, as the goddess of deceit, she is no stranger to apparent or true personal appearance changes for the sake of completing her work. Though she preferring working with her magic or the Mist, she is able to fool others into seeing her appearance as something it is not, or simply twisting the mist around her to the point where she doesn’t look like herself anymore.
Personality ;;[/color]
Fraus is the minor goddess personifying deceit, fraud, and deception, which also sums up her personality quite well. She is cunning and cruel, and her thought process is usually twisted and vile. She has no love for anyone or anything and takes pleasure only in rooting out people’s weaknesses and using these as weapons in her own favor. To her, everyone is fair game. Even those whom believe her to be an ally she will gladly turn on without a second thought. As her title suggests, Fraus is also a master of the art of trickery. She can come across as almost childish sometimes, pulling off innocent acts while she works her plots beneath a veil of hidden meaning and outright lies. And when that doesn’t work, she has her magic to sway the minds of those she chooses to target.
While she usually likes to work on her own and for her own reasons, she does have a strong loyalty to her siblings. She is highly resentful about her time in the pithos at the hands of the gods and often times uses this as an excuse to cause as much trouble as she can for them. Anyone who is against the gods is a friend of hers. On the odd chance that she does deal with another god, never an Olympian though, she usually only bothers with it if there is something in it for her. If there isn’t, it’s fairly likely she’ll simply walk away. Or take it out on the person for wasting her time.
Family ;;[/color]
Mother: Nox (Greek name: Nyx)
Father: Erebus (Greek name: same)
Siblings (also minor gods/goddesses):
Senectus - god of old age (Greek name: Geras)
Miseria - goddess of suffering (Greek name: Oizys)
Moros - god of doom (Greek name: same)
Momos - god of blame (Greek name: same)
Discordia - goddess of strife (Greek name: Eris)
Invidia - revenge and balance (Greek name: Nemesis)
The Tenebrae - carnage and violent death (Greek name: the Keres)
History ;;[/color]
Fraus is the child of Nox, the ancient goddess of night before the Olympians took over, and Erebus, the ancient god of darkness. She was one of the number of beings trapped within the pithos given to Pandora by the Olympians, but was set free when Pandora opened the pithos out of curiosity. Enraged though she was at the Olympians for having trapped her, she could find no means of getting her revenge. For several centuries, she roamed the Earth, sewing havoc wherever she went as she used her gifts to deceive mankind and to teach them to be deceitful.
She had been wandering in the war-ravaged villages of Africa when news came of an uprising in the great Western Civilization, the name of the great Titan lord Kronos coming up many times. In utter glee at the chance of her revenge, she hurried to the United States just in time for the infamous battle for Olympus and the fall of Orthys. Not wanting to commit to anything until she knew for sure the winner, she spent the war out drifting unseen at the borders of the Manhattan, delighting in the deception played by both sides. When Kronos fell and the hated Olympians returned to their thrones, though, she was furious. Though she blamed a good deal of the failure on Kronos himself, the Titan was in no real shape to appreciate any sort of painful punishment. So she turned her attention to the Greek Half-Bloods that had fought so valiantly to save the horrible Olympians. They would simply have to pay themselves.
For a while, she caused trouble among the Greeks of her own accord, never letting it be known that it was her doing. It was working out well enough, and she had it going for nearly a year when something else got in the way. Something, or someone, by the name of Prometheus.
Fraus had known a little of watching Prometheus play out his side with the Titans, only to crawl back pathetically to the gods when Kronos lost. He wasn’t exactly what she would call a role model, nor did the whole causing the gods to decide a pithos was an apt punishment for what he did with the whole fire thing sit too well. However, his skill with deception was admirable and the fact that he was willing to help her to reach greater heights with her abilities were inviting to the point that she agreed to take him up on his offer. So, her sights set on the gleaming city of New Rome and their protectors, she set out to Camp Jupiter with Prometheus leading the way.
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Site Alias ;;[/color] Remus
Reading;;[/color] whole PJO series, Lost Hero, Son of Neptune
Roleplaying Experience ;;[/color] about 8 years or so?
Sample RP ;;[/color] (from playing Apate on another site)
Apate loved her job. Sure, the pithos thing had, well, sucked. But the fooling people and making them believe whatever you wanted was pretty awesome. It made spying fun and easy too! Take now for instance. The only one here she was worried about finding her was Eris, and that was only because she was the only one who had the ability to sense her presence. Apate was keeping an iron grip on her conscious, or at least enough so that she would think she sensed nothing at all. From her perch in a window above (she’d convinced the inhabitants it was time for a nice evening job around Central Park so she had plenty of time), her eyes glittered as dark as a black hole as she kept her powers on Eris and watched the goings-on. A child of Aphrodite? Big deal. Those were a dime a dozen, and usually useless. Easy to manipulate though, so that was something. And a mortal with a magic sword that, according to Eris’ words, apparent he got from dealings with Hecate. Well, well. This promised to be interesting.
Stars, Eris was playing this up, wasn’t she? It was cheap entertainment though. Okay, so there was a chicken daughter of Aphrodite, Julia Porter by name, with a can of mace for a weapon. And she didn’t miss the fact that the little runway model wanna-be seemed slightly taken off-guard by the mortal. Coincidence? Nothing happened by coincidence. Then there was the still-unnamed mortal boy who seemed to have mental battles all his own. That was always fun. Now if she could figure out what said battles were raging over, she could really seed some havoc here. The boy, at least, could fight. And not with a can of mace or a stick of mascara or whatever Aphrodite’s infernal kids used.
This previous meeting, though, she was curious about. Obviously, airhead demidork hadn’t been in on it, but the mortal boy had met Eris and Hecate and that was something of interest. Anyway, they were still talking, so Apate pulled her attention back. Eris was stringing some lie about fighting to people’s faces before causing her usual chaos. Yeah right. Because that was definitely what got her landed in customer service on Olympus all those years. Apate held back a laugh at the very idea of Eris taking phone calls in that horrid place. Back to the conversation, which wasn’t that enthralling anymore. Though it was interesting to note that Eris could out-monologue Phobos. Apate hadn’t thought that one possible. She was tempted to give up on the show. As much fun as watching Eris strut about was, it really wasn’t. She ran her finger along the open window ledge and didn’t even bother to watch anymore. She could hear Miss Prissy using the expected hippie comeback. Stupid love-goddess hippies. She had to agree with the unnamed boy on his assessment.
She was growing rather interested in this scenario. Especially in a mortal who knew Hecate and Eris. The demidork hippie, not so much. But you win some, you lose some. And she intended to win. Eris, however, had to go first. Apate didn’t really feel like dealing with her right now. Stupid spotlight pig. She fixed her coal-black eyes on the goddess and ‘reminded’ - that is to say, forced her to believe - her that she had other very important business that had to be taken care of immediately. A smirk came to her face when the other goddess vanished in a hurry. Yep, she’d be in so much trouble if Eris found out that had been her. But thing was, hardly anyone ever found out she was behind stuff. Ah, such fun. Now, to attend to the newly-abandoned little children.
In a small puff, she vanished from her post and onto a dumpster just out of sight of the two, laying casually on her stomach, head propped up on her hands and feet up in the air like a typical teen. That is, a typical gothic goddess who actually predated all the Olympians sort of teen. Her outfit was almost entirely black, from the dark jeans and boots to the leather jacket and the thick eyeliner. All save for her bright aqua tank top. “Ugh, I thought she’d never leave. Your fate is with me!” she said, mocking Eris’ words. Her tone was as though the three of them had been having a perfectly normal conversation already and she had not just burst in out of nowhere, quite literally. “Puh-lease. She is such a talker sometimes. I’m thinking she needs duct tape, huh? That would be amusing. Anyway. Name’s Apate. And you,” she pointed at Julia, “are Julia Porter. And you,” she pointed now to Alex, “I don’t know, sorry. Eavesdropping only works if stuff if said, you know. So what brings you two to this lovely little alley? I have a feeling it wasn’t to visit that old witch.”
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