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"For I have lived more lives than any man under the sun, and I will live many more beyond this day."
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 D o l a i
((WIP))
Age: 60,012 Years Old
Sex: Female
Gender: Female
Race: African
Ethnicity: Anu
Nationality: None
Meaning of Name: "Gift" in isiAnu
Birthdate: Rain Season (between march or april), around 58,000 B.C.E
Zodiac: Aries
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Health: 100%
 
 
 History

 

Dolai was born in what is now Ethiopia, among a prehistoric people known as the Anu. Her mother, Nani, seemed to have an immaculate conception of her own, leading many tribespeople to believe that she had birthed a sort of curse from their trickster God, or a demon child. Unbeknownst to Dolai, her father was the First One, the first god of the first people to inhabit Central Africa. At the age of fifteen, she began to receive visions of the land locked in ice and the death of the five northern tribes. The people starved as the forests and plains they once hunted in froze over, if they did not perish from the cataclysmic eruption of what would be the Quaternary Ice Age. The message was clear; if they stayed, they would die. 

She rallied the five tribes of North Africa, each becoming divided by the desire to leave or stay in the homeland they had always lived in. In the end, some did stay, others built boats to sail into the eastern sea, and Dolai and other tribespeople went north along the Mediterranean, Middle East and Asia Minor3713431160?profile=RESIZE_710x. Dolai was married to Daxeri, the son of the Xdu chief, and became pregnant not long after.

Then the ice came.

The earth shook and cracked, the sky tore in half, releasing the heaven’s fury, as the land and sea became locked within ice. Darkness and discord ruled the lands. In what is now Azerbaijan, Dolai gave birth to a stillborn daughter at the age of sixteen. Her husband took another wife, who bore him sons and mocked Dolai’s proclaimed failure.

 Dolai cursed the Gods for the darkness, the ice, the death of her people and her child. It was then her father revealed his presence. He was weakened, his followers having died or abandoned him, the belief that kept him alive was fading. The God told her of her purpose; to scribe the story of mankind, to usher it forth and watch nations rise and fall. 

Dolai left her tribe at once, bringing people to new lands and honing her magical ability, surviving long enough to witness the ice melt, and the sun return at the dawn of the fertile crescent. From then on, Dolai would live a thousand lives. She would lead people to the four corners of the earth, crossing the ice bridge with ancient Siberians to the Americas. 

She would become djati to the first Pharaoh, Nari Mare, and to Hatshepsut. She would become the Akkadian-Sumerian Queen, wife to Sargon of Akkad. Centuries later, an empress at the side of Alexander the Great, become an advisor to Genghis Khan, fight in Shaka Zulu’s armies, guide young Siddhartha Gautama and conquer lands with Ragnar Lodbrok. Dolai would sail with West Africans to Central America, where the Olmec civilization would blossom, she would journey with the wayfinders to the Polynesian islands, and bring the Ainu to Japan. 

Dolai has watched the rise and fall of many empires, a mere relic of the past, embarking on a seemingly endless journey. So the nomad continues to wander, protecting the earth from what should be left in the past, and continues to scribe the world’s story.

 

 

The Anu

The Five Tribes of North Africa inhabited North and Northeast Africa from 80,000 to 60,000 B.C.E. They were the Anu, the Nxual, the Ədul, the Xdu and the Iəku. Dolai hails from the Anu people. They were nomadic people that roamed modern day Ethiopia, Eritrea, Sudan, Egypt and Libya. They followed the migration of what they called Ifeə, "horned beast,"or the pelovoris, a prehistoric African buffalo. Unfortunately, this lead to war with sedentary tribes, like the Nxual of Libya, Algeria and Morroco, as well as the Ədul of Libya, Sudan, Chad and Niger.

All tribes had no concept of farming, fishing, building, etc. They were hunter-gatherers, meaning they relied on hunting animals and gathering natural resources for survival. 

The Anu are tall, typically mesomorphic people, with skin ranging from copper or bronze brown to obsidian black. They have 4b or 4c hair, rarely anything besides black. They have straight noses with rounded nostrils, full lips and large, slanted or upturned eyes. Their faces are often narrow, with high cheekbones and larger ears. Scarification was common with black skinned tribesmembers, whereas brown skinned often had black stick and poke tattoos. Hair was often locked into dreads, or braided against ones scalp.

They spoke isiAnu, which sounded like a series of clicks, grunts, vowels and harsh, gutteral consanants. The X makes a "high" click sound,  the Ç makes a "neutral" click and the Ə makes a "low" click. The Ğ is a throaty grunt.

They used spears, bows and arrows and blades. Their diet consisted of fruits, wild rice, elephant, buffalo, okapi, fish, and things of that nature. Life was greatly affected by the change in climate in North Africa. Every ten to one hundred years, North Africa went from full of life, dominated by tropical plants to a dry desert, and then back again, a transformation that the Anu called Yan'adual.

Religion held great importance to the Anu. They believed that what lie in ones heart and the motive of their actions, would send them to either Çxu'ğl (Above the Sky/the afterlife) or Ğmur (Below the Sea/the underworld). Their teachings relied heavily on duality, the safety of what is known and the fear of what is unknown.

Their two main Gods, were Ta'jat and Xanadu. Ta'jat was the Sun, the ruler of the Sky and creator, he was the God of the sun, life, chiefs, Çxu'ğl, Yan'adual and the Afa, which was the future, the known and divination. Xanadu was the wife of Ta'jat, and the Goddess of the moon, magic, healing, wisdom and the past. Omandu was created by Ta'jat, and cast down to Ğmur, which he made his domain. He is the God of the sea, evil, Ğmur and the Ofa, or the unknown. 

The Efe, or shaman, played a vital role in the tribe. The Efe chosen at a young age, to train under the current Efe. They were spiritual leaders, healers and were believed to have the Afa. This allowed them to tell ones future, transfer their consciousness, recieve prophecies and connect to the Gods. They were believed to hold ancient knowledge through the Afa, and regarded as more than human. It was common for an Efe to gauge their ears and bottom lips, pierce their noses with animal bones, shave their heads and tattoo and scar themselves. They also sometimes stretched their necks with rings or even blinded themselves to only be guided by Ta'jat and therefore have more powerful Afa. 

 

Anu tales and myths coming soon

 

 Appearance
 Despite being sixty millennium's old, Dolai does not look her age and appears to be in her early to mid twenties. She has natural black hair of the 4b texture, however she most commonly has dreadlocks. She is also known to wear her natural curls or don twists, box braids and cornrows. She has bronze brown skin that can darken depending on climate, with a cool undertone and sun damage around her nose, cheeks and shoulders. She has full, rosebud lips that reveal fairly white teeth, and one golden left canine tooth on the bottom row. Dolai has a narrow shaped head with a sculpted, sharp bone structure, a defined jawline and high cheekbones. Her arched, full eyebrows arch over almond shaped, dark brown eyes, with long, thick eyelashes. Often dark circles plague the skin beneath her eyes. 
Dolai stands at 5'11, with rounded, full hips and shapely 
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thighs. From centuries of travel, war and hunting, she has a very athletic, strong build. She has a cinched waist, contrasted by broad shoulders and well muscled arms. Her back is arched and toned, her abdomen sculpted and adorned with Ethiopian scarification from the Karo tribe, as curved and straight lines on her stomach. Dolai also has heavily scarred palms from rituals requiring her blood.

The nomad has recieved many tattoos from many regions of the world. Her first tattoo was the sun on the back of her neck. She also has a unalome on her throat, given to her in India during the Maurya Dynasty. An Egyptian scarab is etched into the back of her shoulders, massive Nordic runes adorn  her chest. Dolai has ancient Scythian tribal tattoos on her right arm, depicting the animals she hunted, and a Haida ki-da of Xhuuya, or the Raven, dances across her left arm. Below that is a snake, given to her by the prehistoric Anu people. On her right arm, are Pictish ties. On her lower back is a Sak Yant, or Thai magical tattoo, known as Suea Koo.  On her right hand, she has henna tattooed on the back. On her thighs, she has Polynesian tribal and traditional Japanese Irezumi Hebi, and finally, a West African sankofa on the back of her left calf.

 

 

 

Personality
 From a first impression, Dolai is not a ray of sunlight and warmth. She maintains a stoic expression, with a rather apathetic and indifferent attitude. She has been percieved as short tempered, distrustful, and above all, blunt. Although this is mostly true, there is more to Dolai. 
She is hesitant to form relationships, and would rather observe than assume, and analyzes character through this. She is private, but perceptive and rather talented at deciphering one's true nature. When she finds someone she genuinely connects with, she values honesty, loyalty, respect and ambition within them.
Dolai's true purpose has made her ambitious, in both positive and negative aspects. Some will tell the tale of a noble and just woman, the others a cruel, ambition driven witch. She is without a doubt cunning and driven, with a wisdom only acquired over milleniums of failure and strife. Dolai is constantly willing to learn, her favorite subjects being science and (of course) history. 
Despite her many lifetimes, the human and divine aspects of her being are always at war. She is no more than a tired soul, with feet weary from travel, eyes heavy from centuries of witnessing war and shaking shoulders, exhausted from carrying the weight of the world and a downtrodden heart. 
 
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Magic
 From her tens of thousands of years wandering the Earth, Dolai has learned from many branches of witchcraft. Her divine blood also gives her hereditary magic. She is naturally adept in witchcraft and can sense magical presences, beings, items and places, through a burning sensation in her core. Dolai also hears the call of the ancestors, who give her prophetic dreams and visions, which in the Anu religion, divining is known as the Afa. She is semi immortal and immune to all diseases. Dolai also has enhanced physical strength and senses, her body can withstand massive trauma and extreme conditions. She is also gifted with omnilingualism, which means she can speak, understand and write any language upon hearing it.
From her travels, Dolai has learned many facets of witchcraft. These include Ile Ifa, Druidry, Voodoo, Seiðr, Akkadian, Egyptian, Greek, Aztec, Irish Celtic, Native American, Zulu, Himba, Japanese and Aborigine witchcraft. She is also an expert in Vedic and Alchemical magic, and is a member of the Nine Unknown Men.
Dolai also has magic that was given to her, either by beings or items. Through the Veil of Isis, she can grow anything natural from plants to vines to trees. After drinking from the Pot of Fire, she is able to manipulate and manifest fire. She is also able to manipulate sunlight through the enchanted scarab tattoo on the back of her shoulders.
Finally, Dolai has a pocket dimension, a domain only she has access too. There, she has made her own home and keeps her various pets. She also has a giant Library, where she keeps every petroglyph, cave painting, stone tablet, hieroglyph, scroll and book that she has written about the story of mankind. She has never shown the pocket dimension to anyone, and doesn't spend too much time here. Entering the pocket dimension requires a great deal of her magical energy, and she must remain there for two to three days to fully recharge.
 
Family

 (( not complete ))

Mother // Nani, long deceased

 

Father // The First One, long forgotten

 

Siblings // None

 

 - Sons -

Rimush, Shu-Enlil, Ilaba'is-Takal, Manishtushu, EumenesKehinde, Moji, Takalik, Tariq, Alasdair, Ronan, Ros, Mahindra, Ezume,  Zurka, Niles, Bjorn, Hvitserk, Sigurd, Ivar, Siyanda

 

 - Daughters -

Enheduanna, Taiye, Sehene, Sanghamitra, Sarnai, Aiko, Dānu, Amahle, Khulekani

 

 

 

Trivia
 - Dolai mastered Alchemy under the teachings of Enki -
- She studied at Nalanda University in India, where she met Siddhartha Guatama for the second time -
- She is one of the Nine Unknown Men and continues to gather knowledge for them to this day -
- Her magic is weakened in the city -
- Dolai has trained in Muay Thai, Ju Jitsu, Kung Fu, Dambe, Capoeira and Krav Maga -
She owns an enchanted bar called the Isola Rosa, which means "Red Island" in Italian, and it can appear in any city. Mortals will behave as if the bar had always been there, those of magical nature may notice a difference -
- Dolai exceeds in math, philosophy, physics, zoology, botany, anatomy, history and astrology -
- She cannot get enough of spicy food -
- She is definitely an alcoholic, she'll blame it on the fact that beer and wine were the only things to drink back in her day-
- Dolai studied epistemology under Socrates -
- Surprisingly enough, she still remembers her first language, isiAnu. It sounds like a series of clicks, grunts, vowels and harsh, guttural consonants -
 
 
Possessions

- The Book of Thoth -

The Egyptian God, Thoth's, book containing ancient magic. Acquired during Hatshepsut's reign.

 

- The Falcon Cloak -

A gift from the Norse Goddess, Freyja. It is a cloak that allows one to turn into a falcon.

 

- Veil of Isis -

Symbolic of the secrets of the natural world, gives Dolai the power to control nature

 

- Shamshir-e Zommorrodnegar -

An emerald encrusted scimitar from Persian legend, forged by Kāve to slay the demon, Fulad-zereh. Acquired by killing the demon. Once belonged to King Solomon.

 

- Pot of Fire -

The pot that Grandmother Spider carried fire in, and gave to the Cherokee. Dolai drank from the pot and gained the power to manipulate fire.

 

- Cauldron of Dagda -

A cauldron that was once guarded by the King of the Tuathe De, Dagda. Once one cooks in it, the food is endless. The cauldron can also raise the dead and heal wounds, and was given to Dolai by Dagda after defeating the Fomorians.

 

- Tezcatlipoca's Smoking Mirror -

After the fall of the Aztec Empire, the God, Tezcatlipoca, transformed into an obsidian mirror to be kept by Dolai. Through it, one may see the entire cosmos, including the past.

 

- Sampo -

A mythical, golden Finnish artifact that Dolai went on a journey to find. Grants endless wealth.

 

- Idol of Shango -

An idol of the Orisha of thunder and lightning, Shango. Was carved by Shango and Dolai's son, Moji.

 

- Fire Opal Blade -

A beautiful blade made of fire opal, given to her by the Aztec goddess, Itzapaplotl.

 

- Buddha Bracelet -

A green, yellow, black and white beaded bracelet with a Buddha pendant, made by Dolai and King Ashoka's daughter, Sanghamitra.

 

- Hagstone -

A stone with naturally occuring holes that allows Dolai to see the fae in the area, found in Scotland.

 

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Relationships
- Kháos Mávros -
- Dominic - 
- Kujo -
 - Loki -
 
 Dolai has had many relationships throughout her lifetime, platonic and romantic. As of now, she is single and not too keen on finding a romantic interest. Dolai is demiromantic, meaning it takes a deeper connection for her to develop an interest in someone. However, she is bisexual, and has been in both polyamorous and monogamous relationships.
 
 
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Rules
Leave drama at the door, I tolerate none of it.
I try to keep most of Dolai's story historically accurate. I do tweak some details for her, as she is my character, but if something is wildly inaccurate or offensive, please let me know.
I have the right to say no to a thread.
Do not kill, maim, rape or emotionally scar my character without plotting it with me first.
This is an 18+ zone, there will be mature themes and storylines.
That being said, I do not write purely sexual or violent content. I participate in threads with substance and story behind it.
I'm open to threads and additional plotting. PM or inbox me if you'd like :)
 
 
 
Threads
Jorah: Tales of Legend - Replied
The Black Dog - Pending
Dominic - Replied
Mai Ortega - Pending
Knight - Pending
Jeverich - Replied
Noita Doe - Pending
 
 

 

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  •      This was his domain.

    He owned it and if you entered, you'd better be ready to face an angry bastard of a man. No, that wasn't right. He wasn't territorial, as he was possessive. He had things to protect, but nothing here really was established as home to him. he started off on the "streets" - living in the mountains side, in a cave if you could imagine. But the warrior eventually had to shed his armor and come to blend in with the majority of the creatures that inhabited this land. It took time, a lot of stealthy movements to watch them and stay out of their way, but eventually? He achieved himself a job. 

    They hadn't seemed to care if he knew right from wrong as they sized him up and his gruff appearance and figured he was good for that work. And he was. Soon he was lumbering wood, hefting shhets of metal and even operating machinery. He became a natural, as adept as he was in that art of adapting to his surroundings.  He had a job, eanred his pay and went back "home" what had now evolved from a cave and into something of a small house settled within the mountain side, opposite where he use to be, the house one he'd first eyed upon his arrival and once he'd accumilated enough money, he bought the house.

    You can imagine this meant this reptile had been here for quite some time now.

    A light burned his retinas.. the curtain he'd left open the night before. The light was bleeding through, the sun rousing him from his deep slumber. Golden hues stared back in defiance before tunring for the clock on the beside table.  There was no work today.. There never was on Sundays. So for the moment, he was allowed to just stretch himself out and bury his head back beneath the pillows, until..  Golden hues shot back open..pupils circular until they narrowed into slits..  He knows he'd heard a disturbance.. no-- he'd felt it. His fingers grabbed and bunched the fabric of the sheets as he lifted himself, those eyes searching the view beyond the window in the events that he might see just what had caused a disturbance to his lazing around.. How dare they. His lip curled as he waited for something else to signal it's presence. 

    Nothing else came..

    In only his black boxers and black tank top( it's the only color he owned), he manuevered down the stairs and to the front door, opening it with a a thrust, those reptilian eyes still searching.. He found his way through the forest surrounding his domain and came across a fallen tree. That's what he'd heard..no- felt. So close.. and he knows for sure it hadn't been this way before. He knows it's the cause and coming along to inspect the roots.. there's no roots. The stump is what remained, the tree broken in half. Obliterated it.. there's chunks of wood everywhere on the other side.

    He bares his teeth.. those eyes now looking around again.. a heat pooled at his fingertips.. he was ready for a fight. 

     

  • Mai could tell she wasn’t getting to this woman, but she still didn’t want to make a fight out of this. Unfortunately letting her go isn’t an option either. Mai has a boss to report to after all, and unknowing to her fire-team, he isn’t kind about his punishments with her. If Dolai was allowed to walk then Mai would just come back a few days later with a very pissed off archangel. So Mai was going to try a different approach. One more try before resorting to force and kicking off a fight.

    Okay, time to turn on the charm Mai. “Okay, let’s start over.” She was talking English but there was still a very noticeable French accent to her soft voice. “My name is Mai Ortega, and I’m with the FBI. Now, you’ve been labeled as non-human, but we’ve noticed that you aren’t on file. This file isn’t public information. In fact, maybe only three people will see it.” Which was true. Only she, Maxson, and Ciera would be the ones who would have access to the file. “This file isn’t to use as blackmail. It’s so in case you had a change of heart, or someone got into your head, or maybe someone managed to best you in combat and take your weapons. This will help me save a lot of innocent lives from whatever might happen. If none of that ever happens, then the file is burned on your natural passing.”

    Simple as can be. At least that’s what Mai is hoping for. She did leave out a few details. Such as if Mai sees that Dolai has something that could help against a certain type of opponent then Dolai wouldn’t be making her flight. She’s desperate to get out of her current situation. She’s already forcefully employed six others for her cause. They don’t know it yet, but it’s not like she can just come out and ask if someone wants to kill an archangel. On top of that, if Maxson get one hint of Mai’s betrayal, then a lot of people would die. Including herself. So unfortunately she has to find ways to force someone to stick around long enough for them to see what she’s trying to do.

    “If I cost you any money I’ll personally reimburse you for whatever is lost in any way possible.” She’s hoping this new approach works. If not, then she’ll have to call on the other two to help bring out the answers she needs from Dolai. “Now, I’m going to ask you basic questions first. If you must know why, it’s because all I have on you is your name and a few pictures. The rest are rumors and I can’t wager a possible apocalypse on rumors.” The information had to be accurate for several reasons. National security being one of the biggest reasons. “So if we could please get to business. I just need a few questions answered and an inventory of your defenses. So, how old are you and what exactly are you?” Please, please, please let this defuse the situation. Sure no one like being stopped by law enforcement, but this planet belonged to humanity. It wasn’t exactly Mai’s preference either, but it’s how the world spins.

  • By the time she looked up Dominic’s thoughts were already reeling, traveling back in time through the decades… he started his search far too shallow. His eyes settled heavy upon the woman like it would give him answers. A tether to familiarity, something. He watched her freeze likewise then, lips pursing. His brow knitted together when he caught the words that crossed her lips. The expression loosened little by little to a vacant one when she spoke. It was nearly haunted as he searched back to time and place.

    “...So I did,” Dominic uttered almost as a whisper, leaving her in silence for a long moment. His eyes were alight as the memory came pooling back in a way that was almost startling. It happened so seldom. He was trained to watch as figured and faces passed by rather than catching up. The trees, the footsteps of men. He could hear it. The sky that morning once the sun had come up, and… the man’s eyes studied the counter momentarily, willing himself to shut the recap off for what it was worth. He looked back with a coy smile sneaking across his lips, little by little. Those eyes of hers, of course, he couldn’t forget. “...and my dear, you listened,” Dominic uttered in response. Her heartbeat was drumming away as a testament, one that verified the absurdity of it all. Laugh lines showed on a face that was stern on an average day. 

    “Is that so..? Well then, you must imagine my surprise,” The man stifled a chuckle to the incredulousness of it all, but a grin couldn’t be contained to the thought. He pulled a hand up to sweep his hair back and reined it in, tight-lipped to secure the one secret he couldn’t quite cover. No, she wasn’t the lost little bird he had encountered in the woods that night after all. It begged more questions than he felt he was able to keep up with… a heartbeat. A recognizable face. The markings from what was visible, catching his eye midst their sweep but he wouldn’t stare for too long… what was she?

    At one point or another, the man bit his tongue. Keeping eye contact with her until he’d pass her by, strides were taken toward the front of the shop. A sign in the window was flipped over, door locked, and the blinds drawn shut. He turned and started walking back the other way, rolling casually on his heels. He tilted his head to one side when she gestured about the shop. “To… put into very short words, I adapted. I grew… I gained a considerable amount of control.” A pause was taken as two of the three rings on his right hand were slipped free of his fingers and dropped into a front pocket. Gone away was the warmth of his skin once more, deathly pale in comparison. The color was gone from his irises within a blink and replaced with a merlot that was arguably less inviting. “We were nomadic, at the time... coming down from the North. The fact that we had crossed paths that night was an accident in itself… I truly never thought I would see you again.” 

    He came to rest leaning back on one of the record cases running down the center of the shop, sparing a few feet between the two. “New York was a fair jump from England… a place to start again, leave some burdens behind for a time. I’ve been in the city for the last thirty-four years. I’ve partnered with this shop for three.” The man’s arms crossed. “I suppose, we never formally met… my name is Dominic. A pleasure. Finally, that is.” His eyes studied the well-worn floorboards of the shop and then turned back to her. “And you? My dear, certainly you have your own story… for then, let alone three centuries passed?”

  • Eyes closed as he tried to centre himself. Now he had to deal with another twat too. Fine, he thought, he’d stop holding back - stop hiding. His eyes shot open, a slight dark aura surrounding him. “Alright. We’ll do this the hard way then” no thanks to Phobos. “My name is Kháos Mávros - demigod of Warlust, child of Eris, the incarnation of Patmos’ Apocalyptic Horseman of War and destined to end the world of Mankind. And I am not giving you the Apple,” he said as he shot an ice-cold glare towards Phobos who was just about to squeeze in with a comment. The deity swallowed his words and crossed his legs as he looked away. Really not holding back anything there, eh, Kas. “I was charged with protecting the Apple so that Zeus may never have it, and I will do so until the day the Earth burns. I have no reason to believe you are not an agent of his, and I will never have a reason either. Unless my mother comes for the Apple herself and hands it to you, you will never lay eyes on it ever.” And with that he was do- no, there was more to come, “And no. The Trojan Wars were started by Zeus and the Apple. It was my mother who acted upon Zeus’ request that eventually led to the gods going to a mortal so they may settle a dispute, but the Apple’s powers affected mankind, and the mortal betrayed a goddess, thus setting the war in motion. And this is the exact reason as to why the Apple stays with me. Would it be released into the world in this day an age, there’s no telling what destruction may reign.” He paused to sigh aggressively before continuing; “I may be destined to bring the end times, but as long as I am still myself, I will never risk any harm befall mankind. No matter what.” 

     

    As Dolai leaned closer, a part of the boy wanted to believe her. It’s not like he enjoyed caring for the Apple. He’d always hated the thing. He’d even tried to destroy it, but that had only ended with a twisted wrist, 6 broken ribs, and a dislocated knee. The Adamantine orb resisted any and all damage that was upon it inflicted. Such was the way of the divine metal, and how the gods had even found a way to work it was beyond comprehension. But they made many things with the metal. The Sword Perseus was given to slay Medousa was said to be Adamantine, Athena’s shield and the cap of Hades, the chains that held Prometheus, as well as the very gates of Tartaros were all said to be made with the metal. And it wasn’t just the Greeks who had Adamantine devices, The Dökkalfar and Myrkalfar of the Norse world also worked the metal. Thor’s hammer, Odin’s spear, Freyr’s golden boar, and Sif’s hair were also made with the metal. And so was the Apple of Discord, like all of Hera’s apples. 

     

    “You might never be wrong, but if the Fates have decided for the Apple to be used in the war of the gods, then it is not in our right to change that. Fate will be as Fate wills it to.” He was more right than he knew though. He didn’t actually think anyone would ever use the Apple, or maybe he was just hoping no one would. Nevertheless, just as the Ancestors had told Dolai, the Fates had indeed already woven the tapestry. It was to be. But Fate, like all things, isn’t always as it seems. The whole concept of the Fates was something he’d learned the hard way. And something his mother spoke of often. The Greek pantheon seemed to be obsessed with Fate. Fate this, and fate that. Though not without reason. The Triad that made up the Fates wasn’t limited to the Greek pantheon. No, it had been so since before the first men. Since before titanous reptiles thundered across the world. Before even the fish first crawled on land, and before the first single-celled organism. Fate had a hand in all of it. Always a Triad that would inspire all coming religions of Man. The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, the three Moriai, the Norns of Urd, the Theban triad, the Hindu Trimurti - and so on. In almost every faith, there was a triad that ruled ver past, present, and future. Fate. 


    “I will give you this though, skýla, as my pride is not so sensitive as you may think; my apology for not believing you. Not that you can blame me. If you truly are older than any gods, you must have plenty of experience with humans to know that we are untrusting and paranoid. I may be half-god, but I am still as much human as any of the other idiots in this room…” he continued, again glancing toward Phobos. “Excluding that twat”. -Hey, that was uncalled for!- Phobos said, pretending to be hurt by it. -Hey, besides, in my experience, us gods aren’t all that different from mortals. You’ll see soon enough, Kas- he continued, to which Kháos only answered with rolling eyes and a muttered; “You wish”~

  • "Honestly....I was training the Al on selling drugs to customers on the streets, though he's pretty good at it but he could use a little bit more work."

     

    He held the bowl in the palm of his hand as he ate his food while she went into the back and changed clothes, not long after she came back into the living room and sat back down on the couch beside him and begin to eat her pasta that she made for them. It was kinda awkward for him to have a woman in his home, not that he was complaining or anything like that but it felt...weird to him for some odd reason, that kind of weird that made you question some things that you wouldn't normally ask you know? But hey, she didn't seem uncomfortable or anything like that which that was all that matter to him really. He though about her question, he tilted his head to the side a bit, he didn't exactly kill them but....let's just say that they aren't apart of this world anymore, he had his ways of getting back at people.

     

    "Not exactly....more like....they just went off the radar you know." 

     

    Such a kind and gentle man...you wouldn't think that he was capable of the things that he claims that he does but never let looks fool you, Kujo was very capable of the things that he did, it was just hard to believe that someone like him would actually commit such acts. Kujo wasn't a cold blooded killer or anything like that, he had reasoning behind his killings but when it came to his counter part which was the animal within him then that was a different story, he was just glad that tonight wasn't the night of a full moon otherwise he would be out right now, stalking the streets for his next victim to kill. Though the scar on his chest was a reminder of what all he could remember in his pervious life before he died, how that bullet went straight through his chest, killing him instantly to only wake back up with the scar on his chest. He tried to cover it up with tattoos but it was still noticable no matter how you look at it, it didn't bother him though, they did say to wear your scars proudly on your body and he did.

     

    "When a woman says she's no threat then to me, she's a threat but in her own way..."

     

    He sat his food down on the coffee table and leaned back into the couch, biting the inside of his cheek when she grabbed his attention again. Piercing yellow eyes glanced in her direction when she spoke, he hadn't really thought about it actually, thoughts swimming through his mind at the moment as he ponder on the idea, so many choices to choose from it seems...

     

    "So many choices to choose from..."

  • The FBI didn’t just work in networks, but they worked in people as well. Specifically Mai’s unit. She specialized in supernatural creatures of many kinds. Although Dolai hasn’t been documented into their system, her method wasn’t exactly alien to them. If all they relied on was a digital finger print to find someone then no one would ever be found.

    In fact, Dolai was tracked. Mai wouldn’t know how as she wasn’t the one to do the tracking. She didn’t know of Dolai’s existence until a little over twenty-four hours ago. She’s not the detective for the FBI. She’s the one that gets names and locations and is told to retrieve, kill, or document. If she had to guess though how the FBI got wind of her she’d guess it was how most people were found out these days.

    Many don’t look like they belong. Something about someone’s fashion might not make sense to their surroundings. Maybe they might be sporting some non-human looking eyes. Maybe they let their fangs show. Maybe they did something strange that defied physics. Even if they did something that looked normal the first time, but started to seem strange the tenth time. Like constantly taking something out, but never putting something back in. There could be several small reasons that could get anyone tracked by a detective for a few days. If they check out to be normal, then the FBI backs off. If they’re confirmed non-human then the face and name could eventually reach Mai’s desk. Again, many processes Mai couldn’t be aware of. She’s the muscle.

    “Eh bien, entre vous et moi, je ne pense pas que vous le feriez non plus. Mais! Vous devez admettre que si quelqu'un complotait quelque chose de mal, il n'en parlerait pas à une femme comme moi.” She keeps her words light and polite now. As polite as she was allowed to be at least. Other than what Dolai may feel coming off of Mai, she acted like a pretty gentle woman. Dressed in light colors, still keeping a smile on her face, and just trying to keep herself looking nice.

    Once Dolai tried walking away Mai simply followed and gave a small hand signal as to let her squad know they don’t need to be violent just yet. “Hé, attends! Je respecte le fait de ne pas se battre ni courir, mais vous ne pouvez pas honnêtement vous attendre à ce que le fait de vous éloigner de moi me débarrasse de moi? Répondez simplement à quelques questions, montrez-moi un inventaire, puis vous pourrez continuer votre journée sans un autre coup d'œil de ma part.” How wrong she was about to be. For better or for worse, the two of them may not be in Canada for much longer. But what are adventures for?

    Mai steps in front of Dolai once more and repeats her questions. “Quel âge avez-vous et quelle est votre espèce?”Mai wasn’t going to budge so easily out of the light interrogation.

  • The young man listened intently to the strange woman, taking in every word. And he did take her seriously, although gods forbid she knew that - so he hid behind a cocky unimpressed expression that mocked her very existence and every word she spoke. That look an ignorant fool would give someone who tried to lecture them about a subject they thought they knew more about. He was very good at making that expression after years of therapy where he’d told them every single crazy detail of his birth and early life from the exploding of the monastery where he’d been tortured to when his mother had first materialised before him. It had simply been too crazy to believe. 

     

    After Dolai had finished talking, Kháos looked at her for several seconds before slowly putting the mug to his lips, slowly - painfully slow - took a long sip that seemed to last forever. The wait, and suspension, wasn’t just rude, but most would be beyond frustrated. He’d used this method many times before to manipulate people into leaving him alone. Although he knew she wouldn’t just up and leave, so this was just to torture her. “Cool story, bro” he finally spoke with an arrogant tone and put the mug down in a way that signalled he wasn’t done talking. He sighed heavily, put an elbow on the table and rested his chin on the loosely clenched fist. Another gesture that could be seen as rude in most civilised societies. He took a deep breath and relaxed his face - he could no longer grimace due to the splitting headache that had only gotten worse from pretending. “Say I believed you. Say you were telling the truth” he finally spoke, his accent bleeding through more than usual. “Say you are… however old you claim to be” A reference to what she’d said about helping build the Pyramids the day before. “Someone like that is bound to have a unique aura. One that, say, gods cold sense. Or at least they’d notice something would be off with you and at least be curious. And say this war was real and someone was trying to steal this… Apple of Discord, was it?” he slightly changed position, putting his index- and middle finger on his temple. “Do you honestly think it would be a good idea to even come here? Wouldn’t your very presence in itself endanger this device?” There he once again dropped a clue that he knew about the apple, calling it a device rather than a fruit. That was a mistake no ordinary person would ever make. After all, the Golden Apples of Hera’s Orchard were told to give eternal life to whomever ate them - suggesting that they were indeed fruits. “And what makes you so sure you would be more fitting to protect them than I am? For all you know I might be fucking Jesus.”


    He nearly snorted at the very irony of that as he well knew his destiny. The monks at the Dyonysiou monastery at Mount Athos had made sure of that. His back still bore the scars of their failed attempt to save the future of mankind. “You wanna prove you are what you are? Tell me who caused the Trojan Wars while jumping off the roof of this very building. If you answer correctly and survive, I will belie-” Kas didn’t even manage to finish his sentence before a black hole appeared next to Dolai, seemingly sucking in all light for but a second until a strangely dressed young man materialised next to her. -Kháos, stop tormenting her, that’s my job- the boy spoke. He seemed to be about the same age as Kháos but cleanshaven. He wore a fishnet tank underneath a black jean jacket, pierced ears, black leather trousers, and smudged black eyeliner making him look like some goth Pirate slut. His hair was even blacker than everything else, and slightly curly, and his eyes burned like fire. “Phobos…” Kháos sighed deeply, burying his face in his palm. Phobos turned towards Dolai with a mischievous smirk “Boo!” he jokingly said before reaching his hand out as to offer her a handshake. -Phobos, daemon of Fear, nice to meet ya- he spoke in perfect English. “How can you be so sure about her? What do you even know, you’re just your daddy’s lackey” Kháos groaned, annoyed. -Ouch. I don’t always do Ares’ bidding you know. It was your mom who told me to watch you, remember-      “Ares, Eris, whatever, same difference. Doesn’t explain why I should listen to this idiot” he said, referring to Dolai. -Just… Hear her out, okay?- Phobos replied, throwing an awkward smile towards the old old old woman as Kas rolled his eyes and returned to face her. “I guess you caught me, no thanks to idiot number 2” -Ouch again- “But what I said still stands. I can’t trust you with the Apple regardless. It’s safe with me. Or it was, until you came snooping about, soon we’ll have all of Olympus cosying up in the cafeteria”

  • "You'll be surprised as to what wander these streets at night..." 

     

    He would know cause he was one of the few things that wander the streets late at night, even when he task was done for the day and everything he would still try to find himself something to do or get himself into something but not tonight, he had company for a change but hey, he was pretty sure that having company wasn't by any means an excuse for him to nbot venture out late at night but maybe it was for the best to stay in tonight. He was changing out his clothes while she was talking, he was hanging on to every word that she was saying, something that guys now and days didn't do when women were talking about something that didn't have anything to do with sports it seems but he caught to every word of hers that spilled from her lips.

     

    "You don't say? Maybe whoever abandon Taz got killed themselves..." 

     

    Such a dark sense of humor he had but...how would he know right? After all, he did find Taz just wandering the streets one night and the cat just so happen to take a liking to him and followed him home, though for the first 3 days he wasn't sure if he wanted to even have a pet hanging in his home while he was gone but it became clear to him that Taz didn't seem bothered by what he was nor was he going to leave from his place so of course he adopted him and kept him, though when he brought anyone else through his door Taz would hiss at them and stay clear of them at all cost, as if they were bad news or something but he didn't do that with Dolai...he seem rathered fond of the woman the moment she stepped inside his home. He was about to refuse her offer on food until his stomach had growled slightly....yeah he didn't even realize that he didn't eat anything at all and he was pretty sure that she was already making him something so...why not right?

     

    Once he was done getting dressed, he finally came from out his bedroom wearing nothing but his usual grey sweatpants exposing the tattoos on his chest as well as a X - mark scar on his chest that was covered by tattoos as well. He raised an eye brow at her...just who in god's name did he bring into his house? Did he have to sleep with one eye open tonight or something; he took the bowl that was made for him as he sat down on the couch.

     

    "Thanks....so....does that mean that I have to sleep with one eye open tonight Dolai?"

  • The city was alive with movement and sound from dawn to dusk, its streets filled past a capacity that was long ago ignored. It was traveled to, sought after. It brought in as many newcomers as it would spit out in a year when the pace of survival and cramped living spaces were too much. It was teeming with life, whether it be the rats rampant through its subways, or pedestrians in suits walking down the streets as if they were paved in gold rather than the well-worn concrete that had gathered many stories. Dominic had watched his small section of the city from the storefront window that morning, arriving before the sun had risen. He'd be likely to remain once it had set.

    The day went on per usual for both front and back ends of the shop. As their part-timer watched over the storefront and the handful of faces that stepped in for music, Dominic doing his own hunting from a desk in the back room. Call after call, and with each time he hung up the phone, it was set back down promptly, scrawling and scratching out a written list in the notebook beside him. A hand swept back blond locks when another call finished. Another item to scratch out. No auctions upcoming, few new contacts. Nothing suspicious on the radar that might appeal to the underground shop owner. He’d gone the last couple weeks without a lead. The week before that was spent with… unforeseen setbacks. He had some catching up to do.

    “-Hey ah, Dom? Would you mind if I head out a little early?” A voice called out from the front of the shop.

    Amber hues rose up from the desk, pulling himself out of his thoughts. He stood up to walk through the curtains dividing the back room, leaning his forearms against the back counter when he had. Why did she decide to hire this one? He thought. No matter. He was far more frustrated with his own work than whether the boy was doing his. 

    “Yes, that’s fine,” Dominic answered simply.

    The twenty-two year old stared at him momentarily as if he’d heard incorrectly before nodding and grabbing for his coat. “I’ll see’ya,” The young man responded before he’d pulled the door open, just as the woman might enter. Light blue hues widened a fraction. An apologetic 'sorry' was murmured as he stepped back and holding the door to let her on through. The kid was out the door right after, leaving behind a fleeting aura about his presence that was… well, off.

    Then again, that was Paradox Records as a whole. As one stood close enough to touch the doorway, there was an ominous sensation that tingled the skin and raised the hair on one’s arms. Just as one might try and pass through the door, it pushed back just ever so slightly to suggest otherwise. By the time the door would be passed through, it grew to a pressure that dwelled inside the chest like sinking into the diving end of a pool... warded. Or at least some portion of the building was, it seemed. It was a stark comparison to the music humming over the speakers in the background. Something in the classic rock genre, but the guitarist playing on gave no hinting.

    Just as the door opened, it closed soon afterwards. Dominic hadn’t looked up from the phone in his hand when the other left… until he heard footsteps. He drew in a steady breath, soon enough, only to have his senses come to a screeching halt. The man’s chin tipped up again, doing a sweep of the storefront. He’d encountered that scent before. He was certain of it. When..? No matter how hard he searched his memory for the last thirty-some years in the city, he couldn’t place it. His eyes landed on the woman that had wandered in, their amber hue a far cry from what some glamours allowed to show… they were searching for something in her. A time, a place, anything. The same could be said about a lively complexion. Black pants that narrowed were worn, alongside a Led Zeppelin t-shirt that was growing threadbare. Blond locks had been cut at some point or another, still falling in waves that wouldn’t obstruct his face. “...Good evening,” He spoke up in greeting, the phone set face down. The man’s tone was still inherently English by birthright. No span of immortality could take that from him.

  • On his way to the cafeteria, Kháos thought not only about last night’s encounter, but what Phobos had said to him right afterwards. How he had been certain of the girl’s strange claims. And he seemed to be familiar with the sword she’d carried… Chimichanga Zorro-Dengar or whatever that name was. He didn’t want to believe the crazy chick, but at this point, how could he not? She even had a god vouching for her. Ugh. He got in line and put the tray in his hands with only a single white ceramic cup on it. Who had time for breakfast anyway? Besides, he didn’t feel like eating. Something felt off still. Not just the regular exhaustion of having to deal with his family drama, but… something else. He couldn’t put words on it, nor could he identify where it came from. This was new. Maybe he’d caught a cold for the first time in his life?

     

    And as he was contemplating whatever was the matting with him, the headache suddenly grew worse. As if the air pressure around him had suddenly increased, and lo and behold there she was again. “Gamó to spíti sas!” (fuck your whole family) he hissed between clenched teeth, both hoping she did and didn’t hear or understand him. “You. Again. Great, wonderful. Fantastic. now fuck off, and take your weird golden apple kink someplace else, I haven’t had my coffee yet” he said as he urged the person in front of him to hurry up. Though he quickly realised that she’d never said anything about the apple being golden. She’d only referred to it as The Apple. His heart skipped a beat upon the realisation that he might’ve just revealed his lies. Not that she didn’t already know he was lying, but now she had proof of it. Luckily it was a detail easily dismissed. 

     

    Finally, it was his turn and he handed the tray to the barista who proceeded to fill the cup with coffee. “Black, no sugar,” he said and being replied with a nod and a smile. A few seconds later, she returned the mug to him, filled to the brim with steaming coffee. Good quality too. Tab or card? the brown-haired barista asked as he wrote something on a tablet. “Tab” Kas responded and began to walk towards a booth, throwing a glance towards Dolai, hoping that she’d walk away, but also to signal that he didn’t mind if she joined him. He was curious to hear her story after all. Not that he’d ever hand her the apple, but still. “I did think about what you had to say, and you’re still not getting any apples. But I think there’s a grocery store around the corner if you’re hungry” he continued, irony lacing his words like a toxic gold trim on the pages of an old book. 

     

    So, say she was telling the truth about the pyramids and the ancestors and Chimichanga and whatnot. What was her motive? What did she really want with the apple? And how come she hadn’t found it until now. Kas had kept the apple save since he was thirteen, and no one had ever managed to locate it. He wondered if this might just be one of his mother’s sick games. It would make sense. Test his loyalty and all that. He remembered when he’d been given the Apple, how frightened he’d been.


    Eris had appeared while Kháos was at the orphanage, he’d known she was his mother at first glance. She didn’t even have to explain it to him. He’d simply said “Mother?” and she’d smiled. She was kind at first, almost loving. She explained that there was a war going on, and that Zeus saught one of the most powerful weapons the gods had ever created - the Apple of Discord. She’d explained its powers and potential. And had explained how he must keep the Apple safe no matter what happened. No matter who had asked for it. None could be trusted, not even she. For Zeus was notorious for taking on the shape of others. She had told him that if she ever needed the Apple she would not ask for it, but demand that Kháos stayed his ground. With that, Kháos would know that she was the real Eris and could then give her back the Apple. But if she was ever to ask for the Apple directly, he was to let War loose and make sure the Apple was never found. And ever since then, no one had ever asked about the Apple, not even mentioned it. Eris had acted as if though it had never existed. She’d never even asked if it was still safe. Though Kas was certain that wasn’t because she trusted him. She was a goddess. Gods never trust anyone.

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