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Pulverize
Legacy Name: Pulverize

The Reborn Celinox
Owner: Gerudo

Age: 15 years, 7 months, 1 week

Born: September 23rd, 2008

Adopted: 13 years, 8 months ago

Adopted: September 3rd, 2010

Statistics

• Level: 48
   
• Strength: 121
   
• Defense: 119
   
• Speed: 117
   
• Health: 118
   
• HP: 112/118
   
• Intelligence: 33
   
• Books Read: 32
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Store Manager

Curse of the gods...

Name: Glave
Alias: 'The Curse of the Forgotten Gods'
Age: She believes she was about 20 when the Greek Gods came to her with the promise of immortality and a place in Olympus in exchange for her servitude, though she doesn't remember her mortal life well enough to be certain.
Birthdate: Unknown
Sign/Omen: Uncontrollable Wildfires.
Hometown: Unknown, though she currently resides in the city of Olympus.
Belief/Religion: She not only believes in the Greek Gods, but lived in their domain though she has only once seen them in person.
Profession: Weapon of the Gods, she destroys whatever they demand, though as of late, she has become weary of the senseless violence and feels that those she murders did not deserve their fate. As such she allowed many of the intended dead to escape against the will of the Gods.
Hobby: Study of Mythological Animals partucularly a variety of elementals.

Physical
Gender: Female

Racial
Race: Once human she is more akin to an elemental now
Strengths: Fire, she can manipulate anything hot enough to burn and can cause anything combustible to reach this state easily, including objects that do not normally combust unless at extreme temperature. She prefers to use such objects, as they tend to burn longer, are often denser and cause more damage when wielded.
Weaknesses: Water, though it will not kill her, it nullifies her powers for as long as she remains soaked. Drinking it will harm her immensely.
In her current mortal state, anything that could kill a human instantly, would suffice to kill her, though she will heal from anything less.
Extreme cold(-100c): Her healing powers are slowed depending on how cold it gets as she has to focus more to stay at a safe and level temperature. She becomes more vulnerable, the colder it gets. Her normal internal body temperature is 344.9F though this can be raised or lowered depending on the situation. The lowest temperature she can reach before it becomes critically dangerous is: 179.1F any lower and it has the reverse effects of a fever in a human, though she will show almost the same symptoms: she loses control of her powers as she becomes confused and disoriented and therefore becomes dangerous to be around. Her internal structures cool and begin to fail when she reaches 137.5F once this happens her body attempts to compensate for the loss of heat by expending the last of it's energy in an extreme heat flare (Much like a supernova) that will destroy anything nearby and ultimately kill her in the process. If by some sheer stroke of luck she weren’t destroyed in the process the damage to her body as well as the shock should still kill her. If such an event were to happen when her body reaches it's critical lowest temperature it will once again flare though this one will be weak and easily survived. This affects also happens immediately after she is killed, as the rapid cooling takes place almost instantaneous when her heart stops.She must breath and eat, any damage caused by lack thereof will kill her the same as any mortal.

Physical Characteristics

Height: Naturally, 5'7 though she can manipulate this.
Weight: Extraordinarily light, she is rather fast and agile. It changes depending on her level of activity. When settled or sleeping she has a normal weight of: 143lbs
Build: She is thin, but is deceptively strong. Her body contains very little fat, instead harboring muscles from years of Ambrosia and near constant activity.
Hair: Red and orange at night or in dim light, golden blond in sunlight or bright lighting. It's very long (Nearly to her waist when settled) and seems to move very slowly on its own into and out of curls. (Much like a fire flickering) Though the movement is so slow and subtle, that one does not notice until it is in a new position.
Eyes ( Right/Left ): A striking green that clashes wonderfully with her element. They will shift into a fiery flame color when she is angry or using a great deal of power.
Skin: Her skin is a very dark tan with strange runes that slightly resemble Greek symbols that runs in lines over her body. They glow a faint yellow, orange or red depending on her mood. On occasion, they may even be seen as a bright blue or even rarer, green.
Handedness: She favors both hands, using either as needed comfortably.
Marks Birthmarks: Natural: Scars: Tattoos: None. Any that she may have had in mortality have faded with time.


Disabilities: Water (rain) and if you ask her, the needs of mortality (Food, water, etc...)
Possessions: Simple clothing that is both durable, impossible to dirty and more importantly, fireproof. They were woven with the feathers of a Phoenix as well as the scales from a Celestial dragon and were gifts given to her when she gained her powers and ascended into Olympia millennia ago. They are held in place with brooches that use Greek patterns, but the main images in the center is always a tilted scale to represent the sight of her as a final judgment.

Weapons: She can craft whatever she needs, though she has a main weapon more powerful than anything she would normally use, she has never found dire need enough to call it. However she is battle weary and tries to avoid fighting.


Background

She has lived for thousands of years and has watched the Gods reach their prime as well as fall from human grace. Her belief is that their stubbornness and bitterness caused them to fail in accepting the fact that their time had gone, is what caused her fall from grace. She is currently seeking a way to be forgiven and to allow for her immortality and the comforts that come with it to be returned. She detests mankind and will never fully drop her guard around them. Though she is very honorable and repays her debts, even to mortals. Sometimes what she considers payment, may not match with what the debter would believe to be fair. She is often aloof and thinks of herself to be better than any mortal, even when she has become one herself. Killing comes easily to her, though she shies away from senseless murder.

Family Background: Unknown

History: She was nearly the first mortal to come to know of the existence of the Greek Gods. She had seen them in visions where they spoke to her. In life she was the most fervent of followers, even when she was disowned by her family for her beliefs and shunned from her hometown as a heretic. She traveled the countryside poor, penniless and shamed. Though she never once stopped spreading the stories of her Gods and their powers over man and matter. Often she was stoned and run off and during one of these occasions, a city-dweller, in his rage, pierced her through with a dagger and as she fell, bleeding heavily, she cried out to her Gods for revenge and justification and in one mighty blow, a gigantic bolt hewn of gold pierced the heart of the city and she watched with a liberated heart as it burned to the ground. As her final breath left her, she heard the voice of Zeus asking her for her undying loyalty and service and with joy she accepted. She remembers none of this now however.

Education: She has watched the ways of man for many years and was allowed free travel to wherever she pleased. She learned not only the ways of the world, but of the treacheries and cold-hardheartedness of man. Though many convinced her through the years to try once again, her encounters almost always ended in pain. Eventually no-one could convince her that man would ever change for the better and her visits ceased altogether.

Psychology

Personality: Aloof, can be surprisingly cruel. Easy to anger, but quick to quell, she knows when it's best she hold her tongue. She's spoiled and hates things that are less than fine. Though her heart is in the right place, and her actions are mostly for the good.
Likes: Ambrosia (Nectar of the Gods), Herself, Her Gods (particularly Zeus), Olympus, Fire, Smoke and watching things burn.
Dislikes: Hermes: he claims himself a god falsely and somehow manages to remain fat despite all that running around he does. On top of that he's always annoying and his voice grates on her nerves, Mortal food, dirt, Mortals (Men in particular), being mortal and Earth.
Fears: Zeus' Wrath, Death, Pain, and never being able to return to her glory.
Crippling Fear (Single Biggest Fear): The Gods Wrath.
Vernacular (Way of speaking): She speaks with an old dialect which can sometimes be difficult to understand. On occasion she will curse in her 'Home language' which will be unintelligible to anyone unfamiliar with Olympus.
Mannerisms (Behavior quirks or traits): Mortality is not something she's used to and it will take her some time to become familiar with her body’s needs and the stronger of the strange emotions she had shut away so long ago or barely ever felt. She expects mortals to serve and fear her while treating her with the respect she feels that she deserves.
Psychological Condition: Narcissism.
Superstitions: The evil eye. Angering her Gods.
Positive Characteristics: She pays respect to those she feels deserve it. She pays her debts. She is very knowledgeable and will partake information when it is needed. She understands the going-ons of supernatural forces and heavenly affairs. She gets along with benign and neutral creatures and can call on their assistance even from great distances. She is able to view matters from the outside and make wise choices that others often never considered.Negative Characteristics: Narcissistic and sometimes cruel. It takes a lot for her to trust anyone. She speaks about her Gods freely, whether you want to hear it or not. She sees mortals as lower beings and often treats them as such. She will not tolerate being touched.
Languages: All but ones that are/were known to be evil. She can speak in any Earth Language except for anything Pertaining to Devils, Demons or Dark Magic.



"You were born of the embers and today is the day to the embers you return."


Glave spoke those age-old words once more, as she walked away from the latest city. The fires she had set, spread quickly and the horizon glowed golden-red as the disbelievers ran about in absolute panic as their homes burnt to the ground. Still she stepped away silently and slowly choosing to ignore the few with whom she caught eyes. They pointed and screamed obscenities and curses at her, though she felt nothing but heavy weariness.

She sighed and vanished in a great pillar of flames reappearing in the great golden city where she lived. She could never call it home, even though she had lived here for well over 900 years. No matter where she went, nothing felt right enough to call home, though this was the one place that actually tolerated her, tolerance came at a cost...

"The gods are displeased." A familiar voice sounded behind her, interrupting her train of thoughts. The whiny high-pitched tone had already given her a headache.

"They are always displeased." She sighed in response, as she turned to face the short, fat messenger. One would think that all the running around he does for the gods would have given him a more trim figure, though he ate more than enough to stave away such undesirable results, she thought sarcastically.

She watched his face turn from aloof, to sour as she turned. "You would do well to watch those thoughts my lady!" He snarled, barely able to conceal his rage. He was far too easy to rile up and it had more than once gotten him into trouble, though most of the time he was able to weasel his fat little body out of nearly any corner.

This was the 'god' Hermes, though he only called himself a god whenever he thought the real gods weren't listening. That of course, was ridiculous, you never could hide anything from the gods for very long and he'd been here for even longer than she. She supposed that they simply tolerated it because he claimed nothing greater then the god of messengers, not something any of them would like to have the title for anyhow, and he was their personal messenger. If she were ever able to choose her own title, she would refuse. Though she was well known in the world below as the god's calamity, the monster that destroyed those that displeased them and even that small title wore her down. She had become so tired of the pointless destruction...

When her mind began to wander, he made sure to bring it back to the matter on hand, "They feel you spared too many! This new 'God' gains power with every heathen that turns from us! We cannot allow the scales to tip in his favor!"

His words finally riled her up and the air around her began to crackle and shimmer with heat as she looked him directly in the eye and snarled, "So they see it fit to murder every human that turns the other way? There has to be a better way than to simply destroy!" Spurred on by her words she went too far, "I can see why the humans would turn away from gods that are so blinded that they can only see down the path of destruction! If I'm a tool, then I must be maintained! I have grown dull and lifeless and that is why I let most of them escape with their lives!" The fire around her suddenly grew pale as she realized what she just blurted out and from the looks of Hermes' face, he had been waiting for her to slip up like this for millenia.


...

"GLAVE!" The deep terrible voice of Zeus echoed impossibly through the buildings and skies of Olympus and it was calling for her.
She shook with fear long after the echos had faded. In all the time she had been here, she had never once beheld the gods. Inciting their fury was not something one lived through...Or left even mildly unscathed from.

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