The Festival of Minos was in full swing in Atlas City. Amidst the towering skyscrapers and flashing neon lights, the citizens of Atlas gathered in the streets to celebrate the legend of the great King Minos, the ruler of Crete who was said to have been gifted with the power to tame the ferocious beasts of the labyrinth. It was the first day-- a time of both merriment and unease.

The city was alive with the sounds of music and laughter, as vendors sold their wares and revelers danced and drank the day away. The streets were lined with food stalls, where the aroma of roasting meats and baking bread wafted through the air, tempting even the most modest of appetites.

Despite the festive atmosphere, there was a seedy underbelly to the celebration, as illicit substances were traded and consumed in dark alleys and hidden clubs. The city was known for its tolerance of vice, and the Festival of Minos was no exception, drawing all manner of unsavory characters looking for a good time.

But for the families who had come out to celebrate, there was still plenty of wholesome entertainment to be found. Children laughed and played games, while their parents watched on with pride. Acrobats and fire-eaters entertained the crowds, and musicians filled the air with their sweet melodies.

At the center of the festivities was a massive statue of the legendary King Minos, towering over the city and serving as a reminder of the city's rich cultural heritage. The statue was adorned with garlands of flowers, and offerings of food and drink were laid at its feet, in honor of the tale passed down through the ages.

As the night soon overtook day, the celebration became wilder, with drunken revelers dancing in the streets and singing bawdy songs. The music grew louder, and the laughter more raucous, as the citizens of Atlas gave themselves over to the spirit of the festival.

And yet, amidst all the debauchery, there were moments of tenderness and compassion. Couples whispered sweet nothings to each other as they walked hand in hand, and families hugged each other close, grateful for the love and togetherness they shared.

The city was in a stir, a sign that there would be intrigue and delights for those who sought either.

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Name: Hyperion
Alias: Ethan Rines
Age: 6 Billion Years
Gender: Male
Race: Titan
Reincarnation (If Applicable): N/A
Chymos: Light and Air
Rank (Level of Proficiency): Archon
Faceclaim: David Gandy

Personality: There is a level of respect that Hyperion has had for the humans thus far. Despite all the hell that the humans had been, they managed to survive-- almost like roaches. Somehow it felt admirable to him, despite their sheer stupidity and foolishness, in his opinion. He was always a fiercely loyal titan, siding with his brothers and sisters in ousting their father and even more so during the first war versus the Olympians. However, after being sealed twice with them, he lost his taste for battle against the new generation. Instead, he focused on himself once free, wanting nothing else than to live a life that was his own for as long as he could have it.

In this new life, he was a dopamine junkie, enjoying all the pleasures of the new world. He grew a penchant for booze, women, and men that constantly needed to be fulfilled. His violent edge was both wet and whet through the fights he constantly found himself in. It was not until he had his newest child that he decided to settle down and take things slow, in order to make sure that he could raise what he knew was now a gift to the world-- and an omen of death: the reincarnation of an Olympian.

Despite this, he did not treat his child and the mother as though they were tools-- he knew he would get more willing results by being kind. Of course, this led him to actually find them charming, enough so that it eventually led to actual affection and finally, love. He has become dedicated not simply to the success of his child but her safety and satisfaction in life-- so much so that he has begun to pursue a path to ascension for her, so that she too could join his eternal life as a titan hermit.

Towards those that know him, he is nowadays quite relaxed, so much so that he is often called by the younger humans 'chill', much like a surfer that's long retired from their time in the waves. However, he is also mentioned to be 'unapproachable' and 'serious' by those that are on less familiar terms. Though occasionally given to violent outbursts (mostly towards those that disappoint or anger him), he keeps himself as even as he can through his (relatively) newfound love of art.

Background: For billions of years, there was truly nothing notable about the life of Hyperion. He was not the firstborn, and so he had no responsibilities beyond the duties that were his birthright. Neither was he ambitious enough to seek anything beyond those limits set for him. It was only when his family begun to fracture that he began to make moves and have opinions that were out of line with the expectations set up for him. Ouranos begun to imprison his brothers and sisters, casting them to Tartarus for not fitting his expectations. It was this blatant disregard for life that upset him enough to begin to listen to the whispers of his other siblings-- those considered 'perfect creations' like him. Once having entered a pact with them, he would be among those to cast his father out of power, securing the age of the titans.

Once again, a period of complacency overcame his life, and it was not until he was banished to Tartarus with them, millions of years later that he begun to consider the idea that he had cast his lot with the wrong folk. The idea was not cemented entirely until the second time this happened, after a brief period of freedom granted to them by the Atlantian people. It was during this secondary period that he defected from the Titans, deciding to pursue his own path. In exchange for his allegiance to the underworld, he was allowed to return to the overworld-- no longer a threat to the humans, more than four thousand five hundred years after his secondary banishment. This was mostly due to the fact that the seat of the underworld was vacant, and thus, his fealty was to the realm, with his only duty being to capture souls that manage to escape every once in a while. This occurrence was more frequent in part because no God ruled Hades.

Once free, he pursued a life as the other gods did-- hidden amongst the humans, answering blessings that went unanswered and fulfilling his duties to the underworld by returning it's souls to their rightful place. He lived several lives in this time-- most recently as a criminal within the underworld of Atlas City. However, this changed after a meeting with the fates, who gave him warning of a child that he would father-- one that would be an omen of yet another time of great peril for the planet. This child would be a reincarnation of an Olympian, destined to ascend and fight against the Titans once more. Knowing this, he would quit what was essentially a 'game' to him and instead opened his own business-- a tattoo shop that has become quite popular with both the well to do and the roughnecks criminals of Atlas. Mostly this is because of a rather unique tattoo technique that he performs with his powers: naturally glowing tattoos. If a person has even a drop of godly blood in their ancestry, he can use his powers during the tattoo process in order to draw this ichor to the surface, fusing it with the ink thus creating a tattoo that glows at will.

After meticulously searching for the right woman to mate with, he would do so, siring the demigod and reincarnation from the prophecy. Though he had originally no love for either the woman or the girl, he took them both in, and with time grew to love them both. In fact, he would go so far as to marry the woman he had originally conquered for the sake of a child. However, humans being all too fragile, she died of cancer by the time that his daughter turned 19. Since then, he has focused only on his legacy and living out his life in solitude-- enjoying simple pleasures as he finds them and biding his time, knowing that soon, the other shoe would drop.

Player OOC Name: Balteus

RP Sample: Putting out a cigarette was normally a rather painless action. However, this time, it was very painful. He snuffed it outright in the eye of the young man he had in the back of his car, and he couldn't help the corners of his lips rising as he heard his shrill, yet muffled scream of agony. "You shouldn't have fucked with me, Kyle. You worked for me too for long to not know you don't mess with my family. Especially not with my daughter." The audacity that he would even think of forcing her to do anything was so outrageous that he couldn't help but laugh. Incredulous amusement, to be sure-- but he would not be so amused for long.

Chains tied him together and weighed Kyle down so much that he could barely breathe. He could hear the desperate attempts to an apology behind the cloth tied to his mouth, but Ethan only motioned as though he didn't hear anything at all. "Sorry, I can't hear the dead. But don't worry-- we can have a long talk when I drag you down to Tartarus." At the end of the chains were blocks of cement, no doubt meant only for one purpose.

Hoisting the flailing man over his shoulder, he only relished in his sheer panic during the last moments of his life. "Well, this is the end, Kyle. I would say it was a pleasure to know you...but you were a shit worker." And with that, he would throw him into the harbor's waters. Though there was an attempt to remain afloat, it would only last until the concrete begun to sink past his feet. It was then that he would be pulled asunder. Not long after, any air bubbles and waves would disappear as well, allowing the water to return to it's oily calm.

"And that's the end of that." There was no way that he would be caught-- no way for the crime to be traced back to him. As the soul left the body, he would raise his hand over the waters, allowing the body beneath to decay away in moments. Being a psychopomp certainly had its perks.

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