1. Name: Fan' 2. Age: 31 3. Email: smartsb4beauty@gmail.com 4. Timezone: GMT+1 5. When are you primarily available for gaming: throughout the week 6. Messenger Information: fan elune on AIM, or I'm on Slack 7. What interested you in Labyrinthine: everythiiiing. 8. Choose a PB for your character. Aldis Hodge 9. Picture you would like to use for the community profile page: default icon
[IC]
1. Name: Asterion (Alton Marinos in the world of Men) 2. Association: Titan, aware (but not of everything) 3. Age: timeless? older than the Pantheon? 4. Occupation: swimmer? ocean treasure hunter? he just grabs some treasure from the depths now and then, but smart investments (through a lot of luck and listening to good advice) mean that he hasn't had to in a good long while, being independently wealthy at this stage. 5. Affiliation with others: Oceanus, Poseidon, Hera (open to affiliation to other gods and titans!) 6. Where do you stand with regard to the upcoming war: he's mostly worried about the waters, let's be honest. And about Hera's disappearance, as well. (She's always been decent to him and his daughters, okay. Unlike some. *cough*Poseidon*cough*)
[WRITING SAMPLE]
Asterion pulled himself out of the water, his snake's tail shifting back to human legs as he stood on the bank of the Susitna, in his property in Talkeetna. He particularly liked it here, at the confluence of three beautiful rivers; it always felt like a good place to come and relax, focus back on himself and think things over. The evening air was chilly up here, but the cold never bothered him, and he tracked back to his wooden cottage with no haste, wet feet leaving imprints in the muddy grass, until the soil became too dry for him to mark so easily.
Instead of letting himself in, he dropped on a deck chair and lounged there, planning to let himself dry out in the open air. There was no one nearby that his nudity might shock, his property big enough that his next door neighbours were well out of sight. He was social enough, he supposed, but he welcomed the peace and quiet here, so he could let his mind drift over things as they stood.
The oceans were in disarray, and the rivers were not faring much better. Every day that passed, he found himself wishing that his father would come back. But he had asked his brothers, he had asked his sisters, he had asked all of the sea creatures he had crossed; none had seen him, none knew where he might be. And they could only do so much, numerous though they were, without the protection and help of one so much more powerful than they were.
Asterion shifted on the deck chair, feeling the tension his swim had shaken seep back into his muscles. Not for the first time, he silently cursed his father for having walked away from them all. Not for the first time, he followed that up with a silent prayer to him.