Aaaand...App for Ariadne: The Reboot Version!
.the mundane;
» Name: Kore
» Journal: koreofmyth
» Contact: kore_of_myth(at)yahoo(dot)com
.the myth;
» Goddess: Ariadne
» Reference: Wiki, Encylopedia Mythica, and Theoi
» Family: {mother & father} Pasiphae and Minos ; {spouse} Dionysus
» Played By: Katie Melua Kimberly Williams-Paisley
» Human Alias: Adriane Renoir
» Human Age: 18
» God of...: Ariadne didn’t preside over anything in particular, instead becoming immortalized for the sake of…well, to be Dionysus’ wife. From the point she's taken, as far as she's concerned all she's been is mortal. Despite history proving otherwise.
» Flair: She has a keen sense of direction - can point out where North is instinctively.
» Flair Type: Continuous
» Fitting in: College Freshman, majoring in Classical Studies. Also workes as a waitress with Hebe.
» Weakness: Her own paranoia and thus unending sarcasm. Due to the point where she's been taken, Ariadne's got a few issues with trusting people - though she really does crave being around other people as a result. And while she's hesitant to trust others - she does, quite possibly have the most issues with trusting herself. There's still guilt over what she did - how she shaped things back in Crete, that even though she hated Asterion and what as a result, her family was, in hindsight she's not sure if it was the right decision. Mainly because Theseus ended up dumping her on Naxos.
Regardless of her own issues, Ariadne hardly ever stands up and admits to her failures. She's quite wilingly to blame then others, stemming from her days in Crete where she couldn't show failure. For her to admit she's made a mistake or done something wrong (to someone other then herself) is a major feat. And as a result she plays on the safe side to prevent this happening.
And while some of her opinions on certain people are obvious and her feelings, Ariadne likes to believe she hides it somewhat with her endless sarcasm. Hesitant to let anyone get close, she switches to the mediocre habit of putting a wall up, getting fed up easily with others, and refusing to simply be happy or going along with things. Silly girl.
Also? She's a sucker for charm. And really only realizes this too late. Always.
LASTLY - (we mean lastly). Please do not offer her steak. Or mention cows. Or anything like that. It's touchy and she'll change the subject immediately, like her Mommy issues.
» History: Life sucks. That's the first thing Ariadne would tell you when explaining her history. Born to Pasiphae and Minos of Crete - a princess, the oldest daughter - one would think Ariadne had it good. However, that's easily remedied. Ariadne's parents each had their own complexes, paving her future for her. (Or at least, that’s how she tells it.)
Minos and Pasiphae were the son of Zeus and the daughter of Helios respectively and both were quite proud of the fact. Minos in particular had a massive ego and took it upon himself to show to the people of Crete that he was a son of Zeus, had connections, and was mildly put better than everyone else.
So Minos entreated his Uncle help to prove this, asking him to send a bull, from the sea which would later be sacrificed back to Poseidon. The Sea God in a rare act of bemusement sent the bull up as prayed for. It itself was a magnificent bull, white and strong and strangely picturesque. In fact it was so magnificent, that Minos decided to go back on his word and keep it.
This was not an intelligent decision, unsurprisingly. In revenge for not gaining back his bull, Poseidon cursed Pasiphae to fall in love with the bull. Pasiphae had already given birth to several of her children and had recently shipped off her eldest son, Androgeus, to Athens to study there. A distraction was needed and she barely noticed that the change in herself was out of the ordinary - she simply woke up realizing she was in love with the bull.
Ariadne likes to believe that’s where her life truly began to be classified as ‘fucked up.’ Her mother went mad, enlisting Daedalus to help her copulate with the bull and the child of that union was Asterion, the Minotaur. Pasiphae was taken with the child, even while all of the Cretans were disgusted by then by the Bull and her actions (Heracles’ arrival to take the bull for one of his labors was a blessing) Pasiphae barely paid attention to her young children nor noticing when her eldest son was killed in Athens and Glaucus went missing.
Minos, in a hasty attempt to keep up the image of everything being under control began to push Ariadne. She was next in line for the throne due to it being a matrilineal line - and even if Pasiphae wasn’t to show her the way to act, then she’d simply learn for herself. Responsibility was shoved on her from a young age, ranging from supervising her siblings, dealing with beseeching peasants, and general sacrifices.
Naturally, she was miserable and developed a deep resentment for not only her mother, but her father as well. Heck - everyone was at fault. The Gods in particular. Poseidon could go die in a fire, thank you very much. Like any other teenager, Ariadne was quick to blame others and not recognize any of her own faults (though at that point she had every right to be bitter). She daydreamed and fantasized about leaving one day, escaping the responsibilities and pressure of becoming Queen of Crete, and the thought having to look after her brother for the rest of her life (who frankly terrified and disgusted her). Ariadne however, deep down, realized this would never happen. Some things were inescapable.
Or at least it seemed like it.
She’d never protested about the sacrifices before Theseus arrived amongst his group of Athenians. If anything, Ariadne was grateful for them - they kept the Minotaur silent longer and it meant he wasn’t coming after her. But Theseus was different - whether it was an intervention from the Gods themselves, Theseus’ damned grin, or the fact that Ariadne finally gave up - she fell in love with him at first sight and vowed that she wouldn’t let the sacrifice happen. In the same move, she could see herself getting off Crete as she’d always wished to: happily.
Quick rendezvous and promises were made throughout the, ending with Ariadne rushing to Theseus with her magical skein of thread which would lead him through the labyrinth. Ariadne shoved the slight qualms she had with the fact that he was her brother - and that as her mother’s favorite, killing him would be sufficiently proving her idea that her mother hated her all these years instead of just being caught up in the madness. She instead refused to think of the consequences, focusing on her own reward at the end - getting off Crete and with Theseus.
The hero was successful and soon they found themselves sneaking off the island in the dead of the night. The escapees all reveled in their newfound freedom while Ariadne merely laughed at the edges, unable to believe that she’d gotten away from it all at last.
It was only a few days journey to their first stop for supplies - fresh fruit and water on the abandoned isle of Naxos - but those few days were considered the best in Ariadne’s life. She was carefree, she was happy, she was in love and most of all she was free. Theseus seemed to only improve in her eyes and as he spoke of his past adventures, Ariadne began to even think of the future, with a wistful expression of what being Queen of Athens would be like. His father though was young and it would be so many years in the future…she could venture with him, like Andromeda did with Perseus until then! (After all, Ariadne was far better than Andromeda was - Ariadne got herself out of the mess while all Andromeda did was thrash against a rock.).
This was, however, fated to end when they landed at Naxos. A bonfire was made and a party was had - traditional Athenian dances were done, and even if Ariadne didn’t know what she was doing she at least enjoyed watching and stumbling over her own feet. There was drinking, feasting on fresh fruit, and shouts into the night - many thanked Poseidon for such a favorable journey and thanked Artemis for such a successful hunt. Ariadne kept silent during that - but it was later, when everyone had returned to the ship save her and Theseus that she found herself silently thanking Aphrodite for the blessings given. The night ended with the two asleep on the beach, entangled on a stray blanket left behind.
Wearied, Ariadne didn’t wake until well into the day, when the sun had risen particularly high overhead. More noticeably - she was alone. At first she brushed it off as simply paranoia - Theseus was off attending to things onboard, she was silly for having slept in late. But as she rose, wrapping the blanket about her, moving to search the island she found nothing. No ship docked anywhere around the island, nor any signs of any activity from the Athenians since last night.
He’d abandoned her. All of them had.
For three days, Ariadne lived on the island alone. She cursed Theseus’ name - then his fathers, his mother, and then her own family. She moved on until she cursed every name she ever knew, collapsing on the beach in exhaustion and tears. The days only continued like that - waking, again alone and paranoia sinking in as she tried to survive. Fruit was found, a shaky shelter was put together, and she began to wonder if it wasn’t Theseus - if it had been her that did something wrong, something that incurred his wrath and distaste for her.
It was on the morning of the fourth day that Ariadne woke to the sound of voices. And while not the sound of what history and myth claimed to be later (Dionysus and his followers) it was in fact, outside the Parthenon Apartment Complex in New York City. More has happened since then - but mainly we'll close with this statement, which sums it up quite nicely: Life sucks.
» Personality: In any other time, Ariadne might have been a nicer person. Combined with the period which she is taken from, Theseus' presence, and the general fucking up of things around her, Ariadne has instead turned into a bitter woman. You really can't blame her until you realize how overboard with things she goes with things.
No, she still really hasn't gotten over any of it. Despite numerous conversations and people reasoning with her - she just can't physically get over it. Not yet anyway. Give her a couple thousand years and maybe we'll talk about it. For now, she'll bitch and blame the gods for everything that's happened. And Theseus. He's good for blaming.
The Gods, in Ariadne’s mind, are meddlers. Meddlers who get in the way of everything, and you know what - she’s willing to say this. She’s on the same footing as them now, right? The least she can do is aim a few insults at the immortals as a whole. Poseidon, in particular, is a good source of blame for all that’s happened to her. He’s why the bull showed up, why her mother went mad, can be blamed for Theseus’ arrival…the irony that she became one of these immortals is just annoying at this point in time. Drop it. Please.
While there is a part of her that wishes she could just go along with things, there's a driving force at this point (due to being on her own after the three days on Naxos plus the few months after before the supposed hubby came along - she's lost a fair amount of her damsel-in-distress status) to be cautious and wary about the future. She's thought enough on what's happened in the past and her supposed 'future' to realize most of her actions were caused by her own jumpiness and lack of thinking before making decisions. She overcompensates for this by worrying, putting up barriers, and refusing to give into her instincts (beyond the ones that say HIT HIM NOW). Yes, she's a hypocrite. No you may not bring it up unless you want to be yelled at. Or hit.
Minus the company in New York, Ariadne could say that she enjoys this here - she enjoys having freedom, the ability to make her own decisions and not be chained by them. Big believer in feminist rights and what's modernly preached concerning them - she refuses to be considered a damsel in distress. It's over now.
» Sample Journal:
If I ever see a beach again, it’ll be too soon. Don’t see why Lord Cronus has dropped me here of all people, but you know - anything’s better than before. There’s people here for one thing, and quite a bit to see.
Anyone willing to explain why they’re spelling my name wrong on these papers though? It’s like they rearranged the letters - really, if the ‘modern age’ means more progress, shouldn’t they realize that it’s not ‘Adriane Renoir.’ The name’s Ariadne, get it right. What’s with the Renoir anyway…?
» Sample Roleplay:
Breathe in, breathe out, don't panic. It had been her mantra since awaking alone three days ago, and the new surroundings weren't going to change things. Breathe in, breathe out, don't panic.
The Apartment Manager - or at least that was how he introduced himself - kept prattling on, even as she ignored him for examining her new surroundings and trying not to panic.
She was here, in a building with Gods-turned-Mortals, supposedly thousand of years later. The thought was mind boggling yet...she shuddered. She wasn't sure how happy she'd be to run into the Immortals. Though if they were on the same level...
"Are you even listening?"
Ariadne simply gave a small grin. "Of course, I am. You were about to tell me where I would be staying - and near who."
The glare he sent her, was given the same steady grin. If she could fool those around her she could fool herself that she was alright. Maybe.
» Name: Kore
» Journal: koreofmyth
» Contact: kore_of_myth(at)yahoo(dot)com
.the myth;
» Goddess: Ariadne
» Reference: Wiki, Encylopedia Mythica, and Theoi
» Family: {mother & father} Pasiphae and Minos ; {spouse} Dionysus
» Played By: Katie Melua Kimberly Williams-Paisley
» Human Alias: Adriane Renoir
» Human Age: 18
» God of...: Ariadne didn’t preside over anything in particular, instead becoming immortalized for the sake of…well, to be Dionysus’ wife. From the point she's taken, as far as she's concerned all she's been is mortal. Despite history proving otherwise.
» Flair: She has a keen sense of direction - can point out where North is instinctively.
» Flair Type: Continuous
» Fitting in: College Freshman, majoring in Classical Studies. Also workes as a waitress with Hebe.
» Weakness: Her own paranoia and thus unending sarcasm. Due to the point where she's been taken, Ariadne's got a few issues with trusting people - though she really does crave being around other people as a result. And while she's hesitant to trust others - she does, quite possibly have the most issues with trusting herself. There's still guilt over what she did - how she shaped things back in Crete, that even though she hated Asterion and what as a result, her family was, in hindsight she's not sure if it was the right decision. Mainly because Theseus ended up dumping her on Naxos.
Regardless of her own issues, Ariadne hardly ever stands up and admits to her failures. She's quite wilingly to blame then others, stemming from her days in Crete where she couldn't show failure. For her to admit she's made a mistake or done something wrong (to someone other then herself) is a major feat. And as a result she plays on the safe side to prevent this happening.
And while some of her opinions on certain people are obvious and her feelings, Ariadne likes to believe she hides it somewhat with her endless sarcasm. Hesitant to let anyone get close, she switches to the mediocre habit of putting a wall up, getting fed up easily with others, and refusing to simply be happy or going along with things. Silly girl.
Also? She's a sucker for charm. And really only realizes this too late. Always.
LASTLY - (we mean lastly). Please do not offer her steak. Or mention cows. Or anything like that. It's touchy and she'll change the subject immediately, like her Mommy issues.
» History: Life sucks. That's the first thing Ariadne would tell you when explaining her history. Born to Pasiphae and Minos of Crete - a princess, the oldest daughter - one would think Ariadne had it good. However, that's easily remedied. Ariadne's parents each had their own complexes, paving her future for her. (Or at least, that’s how she tells it.)
Minos and Pasiphae were the son of Zeus and the daughter of Helios respectively and both were quite proud of the fact. Minos in particular had a massive ego and took it upon himself to show to the people of Crete that he was a son of Zeus, had connections, and was mildly put better than everyone else.
So Minos entreated his Uncle help to prove this, asking him to send a bull, from the sea which would later be sacrificed back to Poseidon. The Sea God in a rare act of bemusement sent the bull up as prayed for. It itself was a magnificent bull, white and strong and strangely picturesque. In fact it was so magnificent, that Minos decided to go back on his word and keep it.
This was not an intelligent decision, unsurprisingly. In revenge for not gaining back his bull, Poseidon cursed Pasiphae to fall in love with the bull. Pasiphae had already given birth to several of her children and had recently shipped off her eldest son, Androgeus, to Athens to study there. A distraction was needed and she barely noticed that the change in herself was out of the ordinary - she simply woke up realizing she was in love with the bull.
Ariadne likes to believe that’s where her life truly began to be classified as ‘fucked up.’ Her mother went mad, enlisting Daedalus to help her copulate with the bull and the child of that union was Asterion, the Minotaur. Pasiphae was taken with the child, even while all of the Cretans were disgusted by then by the Bull and her actions (Heracles’ arrival to take the bull for one of his labors was a blessing) Pasiphae barely paid attention to her young children nor noticing when her eldest son was killed in Athens and Glaucus went missing.
Minos, in a hasty attempt to keep up the image of everything being under control began to push Ariadne. She was next in line for the throne due to it being a matrilineal line - and even if Pasiphae wasn’t to show her the way to act, then she’d simply learn for herself. Responsibility was shoved on her from a young age, ranging from supervising her siblings, dealing with beseeching peasants, and general sacrifices.
Naturally, she was miserable and developed a deep resentment for not only her mother, but her father as well. Heck - everyone was at fault. The Gods in particular. Poseidon could go die in a fire, thank you very much. Like any other teenager, Ariadne was quick to blame others and not recognize any of her own faults (though at that point she had every right to be bitter). She daydreamed and fantasized about leaving one day, escaping the responsibilities and pressure of becoming Queen of Crete, and the thought having to look after her brother for the rest of her life (who frankly terrified and disgusted her). Ariadne however, deep down, realized this would never happen. Some things were inescapable.
Or at least it seemed like it.
She’d never protested about the sacrifices before Theseus arrived amongst his group of Athenians. If anything, Ariadne was grateful for them - they kept the Minotaur silent longer and it meant he wasn’t coming after her. But Theseus was different - whether it was an intervention from the Gods themselves, Theseus’ damned grin, or the fact that Ariadne finally gave up - she fell in love with him at first sight and vowed that she wouldn’t let the sacrifice happen. In the same move, she could see herself getting off Crete as she’d always wished to: happily.
Quick rendezvous and promises were made throughout the, ending with Ariadne rushing to Theseus with her magical skein of thread which would lead him through the labyrinth. Ariadne shoved the slight qualms she had with the fact that he was her brother - and that as her mother’s favorite, killing him would be sufficiently proving her idea that her mother hated her all these years instead of just being caught up in the madness. She instead refused to think of the consequences, focusing on her own reward at the end - getting off Crete and with Theseus.
The hero was successful and soon they found themselves sneaking off the island in the dead of the night. The escapees all reveled in their newfound freedom while Ariadne merely laughed at the edges, unable to believe that she’d gotten away from it all at last.
It was only a few days journey to their first stop for supplies - fresh fruit and water on the abandoned isle of Naxos - but those few days were considered the best in Ariadne’s life. She was carefree, she was happy, she was in love and most of all she was free. Theseus seemed to only improve in her eyes and as he spoke of his past adventures, Ariadne began to even think of the future, with a wistful expression of what being Queen of Athens would be like. His father though was young and it would be so many years in the future…she could venture with him, like Andromeda did with Perseus until then! (After all, Ariadne was far better than Andromeda was - Ariadne got herself out of the mess while all Andromeda did was thrash against a rock.).
This was, however, fated to end when they landed at Naxos. A bonfire was made and a party was had - traditional Athenian dances were done, and even if Ariadne didn’t know what she was doing she at least enjoyed watching and stumbling over her own feet. There was drinking, feasting on fresh fruit, and shouts into the night - many thanked Poseidon for such a favorable journey and thanked Artemis for such a successful hunt. Ariadne kept silent during that - but it was later, when everyone had returned to the ship save her and Theseus that she found herself silently thanking Aphrodite for the blessings given. The night ended with the two asleep on the beach, entangled on a stray blanket left behind.
Wearied, Ariadne didn’t wake until well into the day, when the sun had risen particularly high overhead. More noticeably - she was alone. At first she brushed it off as simply paranoia - Theseus was off attending to things onboard, she was silly for having slept in late. But as she rose, wrapping the blanket about her, moving to search the island she found nothing. No ship docked anywhere around the island, nor any signs of any activity from the Athenians since last night.
He’d abandoned her. All of them had.
For three days, Ariadne lived on the island alone. She cursed Theseus’ name - then his fathers, his mother, and then her own family. She moved on until she cursed every name she ever knew, collapsing on the beach in exhaustion and tears. The days only continued like that - waking, again alone and paranoia sinking in as she tried to survive. Fruit was found, a shaky shelter was put together, and she began to wonder if it wasn’t Theseus - if it had been her that did something wrong, something that incurred his wrath and distaste for her.
It was on the morning of the fourth day that Ariadne woke to the sound of voices. And while not the sound of what history and myth claimed to be later (Dionysus and his followers) it was in fact, outside the Parthenon Apartment Complex in New York City. More has happened since then - but mainly we'll close with this statement, which sums it up quite nicely: Life sucks.
» Personality: In any other time, Ariadne might have been a nicer person. Combined with the period which she is taken from, Theseus' presence, and the general fucking up of things around her, Ariadne has instead turned into a bitter woman. You really can't blame her until you realize how overboard with things she goes with things.
No, she still really hasn't gotten over any of it. Despite numerous conversations and people reasoning with her - she just can't physically get over it. Not yet anyway. Give her a couple thousand years and maybe we'll talk about it. For now, she'll bitch and blame the gods for everything that's happened. And Theseus. He's good for blaming.
The Gods, in Ariadne’s mind, are meddlers. Meddlers who get in the way of everything, and you know what - she’s willing to say this. She’s on the same footing as them now, right? The least she can do is aim a few insults at the immortals as a whole. Poseidon, in particular, is a good source of blame for all that’s happened to her. He’s why the bull showed up, why her mother went mad, can be blamed for Theseus’ arrival…the irony that she became one of these immortals is just annoying at this point in time. Drop it. Please.
While there is a part of her that wishes she could just go along with things, there's a driving force at this point (due to being on her own after the three days on Naxos plus the few months after before the supposed hubby came along - she's lost a fair amount of her damsel-in-distress status) to be cautious and wary about the future. She's thought enough on what's happened in the past and her supposed 'future' to realize most of her actions were caused by her own jumpiness and lack of thinking before making decisions. She overcompensates for this by worrying, putting up barriers, and refusing to give into her instincts (beyond the ones that say HIT HIM NOW). Yes, she's a hypocrite. No you may not bring it up unless you want to be yelled at. Or hit.
Minus the company in New York, Ariadne could say that she enjoys this here - she enjoys having freedom, the ability to make her own decisions and not be chained by them. Big believer in feminist rights and what's modernly preached concerning them - she refuses to be considered a damsel in distress. It's over now.
» Sample Journal:
If I ever see a beach again, it’ll be too soon. Don’t see why Lord Cronus has dropped me here of all people, but you know - anything’s better than before. There’s people here for one thing, and quite a bit to see.
Anyone willing to explain why they’re spelling my name wrong on these papers though? It’s like they rearranged the letters - really, if the ‘modern age’ means more progress, shouldn’t they realize that it’s not ‘Adriane Renoir.’ The name’s Ariadne, get it right. What’s with the Renoir anyway…?
» Sample Roleplay:
Breathe in, breathe out, don't panic. It had been her mantra since awaking alone three days ago, and the new surroundings weren't going to change things. Breathe in, breathe out, don't panic.
The Apartment Manager - or at least that was how he introduced himself - kept prattling on, even as she ignored him for examining her new surroundings and trying not to panic.
She was here, in a building with Gods-turned-Mortals, supposedly thousand of years later. The thought was mind boggling yet...she shuddered. She wasn't sure how happy she'd be to run into the Immortals. Though if they were on the same level...
"Are you even listening?"
Ariadne simply gave a small grin. "Of course, I am. You were about to tell me where I would be staying - and near who."
The glare he sent her, was given the same steady grin. If she could fool those around her she could fool herself that she was alright. Maybe.