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Deity Name: Poseidon
Other Names: Ennosigaios, Seischthon, Enosichthon (earth shaker), Gaienokhos (holder of the earth), Neptune
Role/Function: God of the sea, lord of the river gods, patron of seafaring travel, male fertility, creator of new islands, wellsprings, earthquakes, horses and patron of horse racing.
Powers: Control of oceans and bodies of water, causing hurricanes, causing earthquakes.
Objects and Familiars: The trident, ships, dolphins, horses.
Parents: Cronos and Rhea.
Siblings: Hestia, Demeter, Hera, Hades, and Zeus.
Spouse: Amphitrite.
Children: Many, including Triton, Rhode, Proteus, Theseus, Hippothoon, Chrysaor, Pegasus, Arion, Despoina, Aiolos, Benthesikyme, Atlas, Orion, beloved Polyphemos, Bellerophon, Neleus, Pelias. A great number of his children were giants, and others various creatures.

Name: Louis (said as Lewis) Robert Prescott
Date of Birth: March 5, 1979
Nationality: British
Social Class: Upper, but not celebrity.
Parents: William F. and Carlotta Prescott.
Siblings: Younger sister, Vivian, Hiltonesque heiress burnout.
Past Relationships: Renata Castillo, mediocre Brazilian model.
Significant Other/Spouse: None
Children: Laura Castillo, 8 years old, who he pays child support for.
Overall Health: Operative, but allergic to nearly everything. The laundry list includes: Dairy, synthetic sugar, eggs, seafood, detergents, chlorine, cigarette smoke, synthetic fabrics.
Education: MBA in Economics, Vienna University of Economics
Career: Part of a share of Prescott Oil, the family company.

Height: 5'10"
Weight/Build: Slender due to a stringent diet, but with some tone.
Hair: Dark brown.
Eyes: Light blue.
Skin/Other: A slightly chilly fair.
Description: An extreme fussiness in regards to mortal food has whittled Poseidon's shape down to a shadow of what it once was. He stands at 5'10" tall and is clearly no bodybuilder, though he is not a twig, either. His face bears a small resemblance to his old form in that his features are sharp and angular, with a long nose, square jaw, and gaunter cheeks than he would like. Most noteworthy are his eyes, a chilly blue. His hair is dark brown and his complexion unremarkably fair. The same fussiness leads him to dress very carefully, in impeccably-groomed suits and polished dress shoes, and not a shred of denim on his person. His fabrics are very soft and rich, often in gray, blue, violet, or black. He is occasionally guilty of wearing pieces that are terribly old-fashioned simply because they are beautiful or made well, and his collection of cuff links, hats, gloves, and scarves is beyond modest.

Personality: There is no more notable personality trait of the sea god than moodiness. He has always been temperamental and excitable, often swinging hard from states of languid laziness to blazes of aggression. Not one to sit through long periods of contemplation for shreds of logic, Poseidon often acts first and asks questions later, though when he cares to wait his level of patience is excellent. He has little concern for the ethical dilemmas his more docile siblings get tangled in, his vanity usually bidding him take the route that benefits him most, but he is guided as well by a certain stringent sense of tradition. Even his feuds against Zeus have been stemmed by reminders of honor, which he is not wont to break. He stands by his word and is not afraid of a fair fight... it is only that he stands by his more violent words just as often as his kind ones.

Honor and dignity in fact place prominently in his personality. Poseidon is constantly concerned with the status of his, measuring and comparing constantly to others, especially Zeus. He believes Zeus and himself to be entirely equal (or that he is in fact a touch better), and his lesser lot in life has never satisfied him. As the middle brother, he is neither the special baby nor the wise and controlled eldest, and the lack of distinction drives him to seek out other ways in which he can show his brothers up, if not by dignity then by deed and possession.

Poseidon is capable of sympathy and understanding to others once in a while, and paired with his disinclination to agree with Zeus on anything, has led him to see things his peers didn't immediately notice. Most notable was the time when Ares and Aphrodite were caught during their tryst, and Poseidon was the only one who saw their actions as passionate, not malicious, and even offered to fulfill Ares's debts to Hephaestus personally if Hephaestus would release them.

A consummate sensualist, Poseidon's heart divides itself between the pursuit of new fleshly delights and the creation of pleasing new sea fauna. He had never seen a shape he didn't like, whether it was on the curve of a new fish's back or the curve of a lady's décolletage. His knowledgeable hands once molded the forms of everything from angelfish to sea sponges, and from that pursuit (and, arguably, an ugly mistake here and there) he became very adept at judging color, line, and texture as well. His most famous creations include sea serpents and horses. As for non-living creations, his palace on the Aegean sea floor is always remembered as being a work of art itself in gold, corals, pearls, and gems.

All of these things, from the smallest goldfish to the grandest halls of his palace to his favorite lovers, he guards with fierce jealousy. A classic pack rat, anything that belongs to him is unequivocally his to the ends of eternity, with no exceptions. When forced to give away something he doesn't want to, he is not beyond throwing legendary tantrums. One would only need to ask the people of ancient Athens for proof.

Extravert/Introvert: E/I split
Sensing/Intuition: N
Thinking/Feeling: F
Judging/Perceiving: J

Hobbies and Interests: Sculpting, painting, drinking, buying expensive/prestigious things, driving his stupid car around way too fast (what does he think it is, a chariot?)
Strengths: Strong, honorable, values his word, creative, complex, devoted to his children, sensual, passionate, generous to those he loves, willful.
Weaknesses: Moody, spoiled, alcoholic, complainer, serious pack rat, vain, selfish, grumpy, obstinate, stubborn, vengeful.

Friends: Ares, Aphrodite, and his children. That's probably it.
Enemies: Everyone at some point or another, but especially Zeus and Athena.
Romantic Status: Single... for now.
Significant Other: No one... for now!
Sexual Preference: Bisexual
Present Interests: It remains to be seen.
Past Relationships: (Mortal) Renata Castillo and various affairs; (God) Demeter, Amphitrite, Aphrodite, Gaia (alright, granny!), Thetis and numerous nereids, Medusa, Thoosa, Europa, Aethra, Tyro, many others.
Likes: Blondes (male or female), princes/princesss/prestigious and well dressed types, innocent sorts, chasing, being very impressive and romantic.
Dislikes: The scruffy, the dull-witted, the cheap, the constantly apologetic, reeking perfume or smoke, prudes, "virgins".

Myth: Poseidon was born along with his brothers and sisters to Cronos and Rhea, the second youngest of the brood next to Zeus. He helped to defeat his father along with the rest of his siblings, and received from the cyclopes the gift of his favorite symbol of power, the trident.

As a young god, Poseidon was constantly at odds with his closest brother, Zeus. Their relationship ran very hot and cold. Records stated numerous times in which the brothers were involved in heated screaming matches, fought over women, and even threatened one another. Poseidon, along with Hera and Athena, once conspired to put Zeus in chains, a plan that failed. However, there were also moments in which Poseidon showed respect for his brother, most notably when Poseidon went to fight on the battlefield with the Greeks in the war against the Trojans. Zeus asked Poseidon to remove himself from battle, and Poseidon did so out of respect. The leading force in Poseidon's relationship with his brother was Poseidon's own sense of fairness. He could not stand to be treated as anything less than equal to his brother, and begrudged every benefit Zeus received that he did not. A major goal of his was to overthrow Zeus and take the throne for himself, the more deserving brother.

His sense of his own allotment often lead Poseidon into disputes with other gods on what should be his. He has quarreled with many other deities over the ownership of various cities, including Helios, Hera, Dionysus, and Athena. The most notable event was the squabble over Athens, in which both Athena and Poseidon presented the people with a gift in order to gain possession of the city. Athena presented the people with an olive tree, and Poseidon a wellspring of sea water. The people chose Athena's gift and granted her the city. Furious, Poseidon flooded the plains and, believing the vote had been swayed by the number of goddesses, denied women of the city the right to vote until he was placated. He became the second most prominent god in Athens, a decision he was never entirely satisfied with.

The most 'handy' of the three brothers, Poseidon committed himself to creating beautiful living works of art by populating the sea with helper creatures and making pretty gifts of new animals to those he cared for. The most famous story of his artistry also involves his passionate interest in Demeter. Of many of the women he had pursued, none he pursued more often than Demeter. On one such occasion, in order to deter his advances, Demeter requested that Poseidon sculpt for her the most beautiful animal the world had ever seen. He tried a number of shapes and sizes until finally settling upon the horse, which Demeter surprisingly agreed was the most beautiful animal. He had succeeded, and far from gleefully accept his prize from Demeter, he became obsessed with his new creation and left her alone to go play with it. The horse from then on became his chief animal.

Not all of Poseidon's creations were nice. Several times Poseidon sent sea monsters to destroy cities and kill mortals. Zeus once forced Poseidon and Apollo both to construct the walls of King Laomedon's city in disguise as mortals as punishment for disobediences. The pair of them built up the wall, but once finished Laomedon refused to give them their pay for the task. Infuriated, Apollo sent a pestilence and Poseidon sent a sea monster to devour the citizens. The monster was later killed by Heracles.

Far from a bachelor, Poseidon was married to the goddess Amphitrite. He had to pursue her as well, for when he approached her to ask for her hand she declined, feigning an interest in remaining a virgin, and fled. Poseidon enlisted his favorite assistant, Delphinus the dolphin, to retrieve Amphitrite and convince her to marry him. Miraculously, Delphinus succeeded and for his good service Poseidon gave him a place of honor amongst the constellations. Amphitrite and Poseidon went on to have Triton together, perhaps one of Poseidon's most notable and favorite sons.

Poseidon was not a loyal husband, however. He had many affairs with many women, not least of which were Aphrodite herself, Demeter, Medusa, Tyro, Aethra who bore Theseus to him, and many others. Both he and Zeus rendezvoused with Europa. Amphitrite was not quite as vindictive as Hera, but she did commit her fair share of revenge deeds against Poseidon's lovers, most notably Scylla, who was turned into a hideous monster after bathing in water Amphitrite poisoned with magical herbs.

Women were not Poseidon's only conquests. He had one famed male lover, Pelops. Pelops was the favorite son of King Tantalus, a son of Zeus. Tantalus was not a good man, however, and in an effort to win favor with the gods chopped his own son into a stew he served to them. They discovered his actions before most of Pelops was eaten, the only part not surviving being his shoulder, which Demeter in her grief over Persephone ate. Pelops was pieced back together and given a new ivory shoulder by Demeter as an apology, and Poseidon fell in love with the newly radiant and beautiful young man. He made the young man his cup-bearer and would have kept him in fondness forever, had Zeus not been furious still over Tantalus's actions and cast Pelops away. Pelops went on to compete for the hand of Hippodamea in a chariot race, and to become King of Pisa, with help from gifts of a chariot and horses from Poseidon. He was a great king, and eventually all of western Greece was named after him -- the Peloponessus.

Poseidon is famous for his dedicated love for his children. He had many of them, ranging from deities to heroes to fearsome monsters. The Odyssey's premise is built around the devotion Poseidon had for one of his children, the cyclops Polyphemus who thought Odysseus would make a fine meal. Odysseus blinded Polyphemus's eye, and in anger for this transgression Poseidon sent Odysseus on his course away from home, placing obstacles in his way and crumpling his raft with tidal waves.

This violence was not exclusive to harm against Poseidon's children. Poseidon was simply an aggressive, moody god, enjoying the bitter fruits of revenge. It amused him to invent bizarre punishments for wayward mortals, as illustrated by the punishment of King Minos, who refused to sacrifice a bull promised to Poseidon. Poseidon, with the help of Eros, caused King Minos's wife to "fall in love" with the bull and birth the monstrous Minotaur.

War: The heyday of sea travel and the colonization of the New World brought intense delight to Poseidon, and he happily oversaw the activities of pilgrims and entrepreneurs. The bloodshed in South America thrilled him in particular, as he had always had an unnatural taste for blood and a good fight. His joy began to taper off when the industrial revolution took its hold and clouds of soot and ash were dumped into the skies and rivers, the proud Thames for one barely recognizable through the sewage that clouded it. It annoyed the sea god to no end, not the least of the reasons being that his beautiful fish were dying needlessly. At least in previous times people actually ate their kills! The pollution caused his delicate senses to sting. He could no longer sit in peace without suffering migraines and burning eyes and nose. Poseidon decided to send a "little message" by dumping 640 souls out of a boat on the river and into the stinking water. Even after such death, mortals persisted in making reeking messes everywhere. The pollution of the industrial revolution continued to climb. Their lack of respect was shocking, and it struck Poseidon to the core, so much so that he tried a stronger message yet. They invented what they thought was the perfect nautical vessel, this fancy 'Titanic'. Poseidon broke it in half and left it to freeze in the icy waters, waiting for the fearful worship to roll in and efforts to restore his kingdom to its former pristine state to commence. When it never happened, he decided it was time to bring the matter to the attention of the gods' King in the best way he knew how: roaring complaint.

Self-indulgent Poseidon rarely broke his habits for any reason, but on his way to bore new holes into his brother he could not fail to notice the increasing unrest in his impetuous nephew; a cloud of discontent that matched his own. He approached Ares first on his way to upbraiding Zeus, blaming Zeus for the flagging respect levels mortals were showing to the gods. By acting sympathetic for his nephew he learned of Ares's plot against Zeus.

The notion made Poseidon forget his throbbing headache for a moment. Ares? Attempt what Poseidon had regularly made plans for since the beginning of time? A fascinating notion, but Ares was not fit for the throne. He was, after all, a child compared to Zeus and himself, and such matters were simply not fit to be seen to by the young ones. It was true, though, that Ares never was given his full due, much less the hand of the woman he really loved (and, perhaps in her own odd way common to the gods, loved him in return.)

It was true as well that Poseidon had studied every flaw and weak spot in Zeus's psyche for millenia. If anyone could sway that battle, in his opinion, it would be himself. Ares had already done a great deal of excellent work by getting Cronus's help, and it would be amusing to watch Zeus have the tar beaten out of him by his own son, the one who happened to be an underdog like Poseidon himself...

Poseidon plied himself as the generous and understanding uncle once more, under one condition: Poseidon would not, under any circumstances whatsoever, raise a hand to Demeter, Hestia, or Hera. He hoped vainly that the ladies would have the sense to stay out of it, and only hesitated for a moment on the notion that something might happen to precious Demeter. Nevertheless, this was the chance of a lifetime, and Poseidon took it. After Ares won against Zeus, he would then refocus his overthrowing attempts on his new target: his unsuspecting nephew. It was for his own good, after all. And he could still have a nice position next to Poseidon's throne, the sea god thought, one of much higher status than he ever had beside Zeus's. He explained his decisions to the others as support for a wayward child his father should never have driven to violence in the first place. Oh, if they had only listened to what Poseidon had said about Ares while the boy was in Hephaestus's net! And of course he wasn't about to backstab Ares! He was helping the lad!

Poseidon could taste the nectar served from Zeus's royal wine cup already. Yes, and served by his pretty little Ganymede, just like the paramour Poseidon had once had, so unceremoniously removed from his sight by Zeus. And after his coronation feast, with said paramour and others Zeus treasured nestled snugly into Poseidon's bed... Perfect. Zeus had it a long time coming.

The war was won, despite the help Zeus had. It had its casualties, however, and Poseidon's schemes were interrupted by thoughts of the consequences his sisters has suffered. He threw aside his plans and considered falling to even begging for Ares to release Demeter and Hestia, but Poseidon feared that it would allow Zeus as well to somehow escape their prison, so he never said a word. He concentrated on his scheme, imagining that as soon as Ares was securely locked away in some familiar-looking amphora, he could release the girls and hope they didn't tear him apart themselves. In the end, Poseidon's plans had no time to be implemented at all, for Rhea intervened and sent them all into the mortal coil.

Louis was born a sickly infant, jaundiced and blue from lack of breath. He fussed and screamed often, and over the years it was discovered he had a disheartening amount of allergies. No dairy could ever pass his lips, synthetic sugar gave him migraines, eggs gave him stomachaches, and seafood was absolutely out of the question. His eyes would well up just looking at the stuff. Other than food, strong detergents, pool chlorine, synthetic fabrics and even cigarette smoke gave him terrible, itching dry skin, scabbing up like scraped scales. He lived an austere childhood full of plain silk and cotton bedding, elaborate poultices and mugs of tepid tea, and meals of raw steaks and imported nori flakes. He never ate ice cream with friends, or attended sleepovers, or wore cheap, colorful cartoon character clothes.

It never mattered much that he never did those things, as his family was entirely out of the ordinary anyhow. His father was an enthusiastic businessman who owned oil rigs up and down the Mediterranean Sea. His mother worked with her husband as a lawyer, and together they presided over a small empire, amassing wealth and possessions like a pair of nesting crabs as they scuttled along the coast. To that effect Louis never lived in one place for long, and only lived in Turkey, the country of his birth, for a few months before moving on to Spain. He never had any childhood friends except for his younger sister, Vivian. She wasn't much interested in him as she grew older, preferring the life of a celebrity heiress and burnout instead.

Louis's alone time was well spent. He had a private tutor until he was fourteen, and in those years spent all of his time with sculpting. He had an enormous fascination with clay, creating small armies of figurines and carefully painting them one by one. Their shapes took on animals mostly, and sculpting horses gave Louis a particular sense of tranquility. There was something undeniably perfect in the sensation of shaping a pair of lean, powerful equine legs, of painting swirling lengths of manes. They littered his room from wall to ceiling wherever he went, accompanied by knights, princesses, delicate papier mache jellyfish, dancing bears, tigers, anything that came to mind.

His tutor, a dour Viennese woman hired by his mother, took little joy from seeing the animals. She wanted him to focus on his studies so that he could go to boarding school in his fourteenth year. She taught him to speak German and tried to impress upon him a sense of academic values, but there were certain things Louis never embraced. Namely, math. He could not stand the cold logic of math in any capacity, and so ignored it best he could. Truth be told, he was terrible at it and resented the fact that he was bad at something, doubling his woes. In the end, he failed that portion of his entrance exams to an English boarding school, and his father ended up shelling out a hefty reassurance payment to convince the school to take Louis.

Never particularly trained in being a social creature, the other children didn't like Louis much, for he seemed often to say very daring, snobbish things that put them all on edge, especially with the long list of special requirements the boy came with in the first place. He was quite unpopular for a time, and this gradually worked his blood to a boil. He didn't understand why they didn't like him. Eventually, it was settled the way all matters between young boys are settled -- in a fist fight between himself and the current equestrian champ. When Louis's adrenaline started pumping, it brought back flashes of strange memories which he thought to be hallucinations, images of battlefields and the sound of an unearthly roar that seemed to come from inside his head. In a fury he had never experienced before, he knocked the champ flat on his back. From that day forward, the other boys feared him. Louis, who had never owned a real horse before then, became obsessed with the equestrian team he had humiliated and reigned as new champion of equestrian himself in due time. The new confidence bolstered his studies and he graduated in decent stead, moving on to the Vienna University of Economics.

Now that Louis had had a taste of power, he found he thirsted for it. His lists of special requirements grew ever lengthier as he began to learn to toss around his money and acclaim to get things. He could even be something of a bully, selfishly taking things that belonged to others whenever he desired them. All the living he had missed out on as a sickly child was done in his early adulthood. His tastes became extravagant, including fine designer clothes, expensive furnishings, toys, and gadgets, and all the things one would need to fill a palace forever. In record time he became a true and true alcoholic, drinking as they say "like a fish", and women and men forever seemed to come and go from his private rooms. One summer in Portugal he met a mediocre Brazilian fashion model accompanying a photo shoot for other more famous faces, and the two carried out a three month affair. It resulted in the accidental birth of a baby girl, Laura. Louis could not take custody of her, as he was still in university and traveled too often, but he paid his child support, and after graduation took custody every summer.

Louis graduated with an MBA in economics, and his father gave him a part of the oil company to take over for. Now twenty-nine years old and with experience under his belt, Louis has gone to Greece alone to manage his first big decision with Prescott Oil. He is to negotiate the purchase of an oil field under the Aegean sea floor. He has been put up in fine accommodations, per his request, but the longer he spends in Athens the more he finds he loves the place.

On being a god: It could be said that the first memory Louis had of being Poseidon was in the natural talent he found himself with for sculpting. As Poseidon, he carved the forms of many animals, and as Louis he replicated his actions in clay and paint. Nothing ever came of it, however. The next inkling he had, and a more prominent one was during his fist fight in high school, when he had flashbacks of what he does not yet realize was the Trojan War. The stomping, earth-shaking, and bloody roars were all his. All realizations went quiet after that. Only now that he has arrived in Athens has he begun to have recurring nightly dreams about drilling into the sea floor and discovering not oil there, but golden light. Every night the dirt is pushed back a little further to reveal strange shapes. Some nights it is a spire, others an archway, like a door, but never yet the entire shape.

Water brings Louis unexplainable pain. He loves it, loves looking at it and touching it, but always feels empty when he swims or lays in the bath and cannot seem to keep his breath. He would often have episodes as a child of ducking under the surface in the tub and holding his breath for as long as he could, and feeling something akin to severe heartache when he had to surface once more. To this day he will avoid swimming pools, though he hates being too far from the beach.

On his/her journal: Ποσειδῶν
Louis Robert Prescott
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