As for me, I am Set, the strongest of the Divine Company. It is I who slay the Enemy of Ra. It is I Who stood in the prow of the Barque for Millions of Years, and no other God could do it. It is I who should receive the office of Osiris
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» Name: Gray
» Age: 21
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.the myth;
» Pantheon: Egyptian
» God(dess): Set
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» Family: {great grandfather} Ra-Atum; {grandparents} Shu and Tefnut; {parents} Geb and Nut; {spouse} Nephthys (and Anat & Astarte and Taweret, yeah baby ♥!); {siblings} Osiris, Isis, and Nephthys; {nephews} Horus* and Anubis;
» Played By: Noah Mills
» Human Alias: Victor Sacheverell
» Human Age: 30 years old
» Ability: Of course, Set's not a fluffy animal loving person, but you live with what you're born with. And Set's reincarnation was born with the ability to beckon gazelles, lions, and jackals (animals of the desert) as well as serpents, turtles, fish, and hippopotami (animals of the river). All of these, particularly the serpent, are receptive to his presence. However, the only problem with this little "ability" of his is that he can't call them if they're not there. So Set might as well live at a zoo or pretend that he doesn't have this ability and, you know, tone down the possibility of humiliation. With this in mind, Set hones his focus mostly upon his strength, which can never again match up to his God-like strength of a previous life, but at least he is still formidable from a human perspective. Note that his strength is not an ability; he's working out, but he's not uncannily strong.
» Occupation: vacation homes/real estate investor and broker in Martinique
» History: Set was born from Geb of the Earth and Nut of the Sky. He was the third child and the youngest son. His and his siblings' offices were determined from birth, and Set, who did not receive the office of the King of Earth, was destined to hate his older brother until his hate could one day be appeased. It was said that Set was born with a troublesome demeanor foretelling a troublesome God, and that the circumstances of his birth was violent and disturbing - early premonitions to a future destiny.
Osiris was worshipped throughout Egypt and rejoiced by the Gods. Osiris was God to the fertile lands, while Set was made God to the barren deserts, the chaotic storms, and the foreign lands. During Osiris's reign, Set was married to Nephthys and their marriage wasn't a very happy one. A number of alternative explanations were provided: Set was disinterested in his sister-wife, Nephthys wanted a child and Set was incapable of giving her one, Nephthys wanted to seduce Osiris. The end result was the birth of Anubis, and this perhaps played some role in Set's ultimate choices. But don't forget the most pivotal reason for his plan to murder Osiris: Set's deeply-bound, aggressive desire to become the King of the Gods, and his obsession with Osiris's throne and all of his inheritance. And so the events surrounding Set's life as he came to this conclusion could have been understandable catalysts.
In the Osirian Cycle, Set had his servants custom-build a sarcophagus to fit the measurements of Osiris's body. Then he invited all of the Gods, including Osiris, to his palace for a lavish feast. As the feast went on, Set had the sarcophagus brought out and announced that anyone who could fit inside it would be awarded a prize. Every God and Goddess tried it, without reward, but when it came to Osiris's turn, Set threw on the lid and nailed it shut. Then the sarcophagus was quickly flung into the Nile, where Osiris was drowned. From here, the stories diverge slightly. Some accounts say that Isis immediately went on her search to find her husband's body, and just before she got to the body, Set arrived and tore Osiris into several pieces before tossing and scattering the pieces into the Nile. Other accounts say Isis discovered that the wooden sarcophagus and her husband's body was absorbed into a tree which was cut down to become a pillar for a palace in Byblos. She then buried her husband in the marshes, only for the body to be discovered by Set during a hunt. In his rage he tore the body into 14 pieces and scattered them throughout Egypt. In both accounts, Isis re-assembled all the parts but one: Osiris's phallus. Some claim that it was eaten by fish in the Nile, others that Set had eaten it in spite, and still others that it was simply lost.
Isis reconstructed a phallus made of gold and resurrected her husband, but her magic only allowed them one night so that Isis would be impregnated with Horus. Osiris then became the God of Death. Isis raised Horus in secrecy, away from Set's presence, and when Horus came to age he set out to fulfill his destiny: to pull the Crown from his uncle, Set, to avenge his father's death, and to claim his place as the rightful Heir to the Throne. Horus called a council of the Gods and pleaded his case, and before a further hearing proceeded, Isis tricked Set into condemning himself. Angered by this, Set challenged Horus to a duel. But neither won, as Isis grew soft hearted on her brother and injured her son to let Set go. Next, Set ripped away Horus's eyes and buried them deep in the mountains before Horus was healed by Hathor. It's debatable whether or not Horus took vengeance by ripping away Set's testicles. They struggled on in this way for 80 years, until finally the council of Gods called judgment.
In the end, some accounts say Set was given Southern Egypt and Horus was given Northern Egypt; but due to particular events that occurred during the 80 year battle, Set's division of Egypt had become part of Horus's Egypt when Set had received a part of Horus. Other accounts say Set was judged against and that Egypt was given united to Horus; Set was compensated with the lands of Neith and was given as concubines Ra's twin daughters, Anat and Astarte, before being cast out to become the powerful God of the deserts, chaos, and darkness. Yet Set remained considerably well-respected even afterward for his part to play in the world. Whatever the case, Set, from then on, became better known as the protector of Ra, and sailed with him on his evening barque through the underworld to conquer Ra's greatest enemy, the serpent Apophis.
» Reincarnations: Set was reborn in Martinique and given the name Victor to the Sacheverells. Not unlike his first birth, his rebirth through a mortal mother was a labor that was both complex and agonizing. Victor immediately became the product of a parental love that was ill at ease - setting the way, once again, for the alienation which Set's soul, in any life, was destined to grow accustomed to. The child first gained sentience when he was visited in a dream by the Typhon animal, a beast of Set, who had been summoned by the God's memory to beckon Set from his vessel. When next Victor the child opened his eyes and gazed directly into the sun, he remembered Set. And whether or not Set's induction seemed more like an invasion or a revival, Set had come back into being through the recollection of Ra.
Reviving, or rather remembering, was at once both pleasing and appalling. For one, Set was no longer tied to the barren deserts and he was free to choose a mortal path which had no bearing on the circumstances of his birth. But then again, he became one of the frail subjects over which all the Gods had once ruled over. Despite the limitations that the human condition presented, Set reconciled with his identity as Victor Sacheverell, and played his role as child and only son with great diligence and detail. In any case, there was little that he could do while growing up and firmly depending on the mortals who were responsible for his care. Of course, while waiting for his mortal body to come to age, he had many years to contemplate. Decades to consider his suffering, past and present, at the hands of the filthy motherfuckers who had wronged him, and to find comfort in the pre-meditations that would give him his future restitution.
Set was never in-separable from his anger. As Victor, he was something of an anomaly in school, after school, and even at home. He was erratic and unpredictable, he was difficult and sometimes disturbing; and it was not because he was only a teenager. Victor preferred to stay alone when he was not coercing friendships from his peers. Later on, Victor acquired a taste for sex and eroticism that was both shameless and indiscreet. And Victor found a means of making money that would allow him to pay for prostitutes who could sate his craving - a craving for lust magnified by the realization that humans had little else to offer.
Eventually, when Victor finished school and left home, he used the money he'd saved left over to move out and work for a property management company. Some years later, after tiring of the office-cubicle scene, Victor invested in real-estate. Staying in Martinique, he wracked up big sums simply turning over vacation homes from fat cashwads to fat cashwads. And while Set still harbored memories of Osiris, Isis, Nephthys, and Ra, he had never once crossed paths with them in the new life. And so the human, Victor, quickly grew complacent and settled into the comfortable life he'd established. In the state of Victor's semi-bliss, Set's aspect became less and less insistent on breaking the lasting peace. In Martinique, Victor owned fertile lands and felt the accolades of a position which had an undisputed influence of sorts.
» Personality: Yes, Set is a straight up douchebag. But still, Set's story as told in his myths revealed that he's something of a tragic anti-hero. Set had aspirations which were beyond his means - not because he had no merits, but because he had no birthright. And so, in true Oedipal form, he made the choice to resist the fates and brought about both his victory and his downfall. Despite Set's low regard for mortals, he resembled a classic human man with a rose-tinted passion for justice and, ultimately, a desperation to escape the confines of divine laws which ordained him to be second rate. Yet his condemnation at birth, for being second born, was the condition that created the personality of the God, Set, which would persevere in the man, Victor.
Set was aggressive, clever, arrogant, overbearing, perverse, racy and yet strangely beguiling. While it was true that Set desired the possessions and the titles of his brother, he also defended (and you can infer, cherished) his own possessions, such as his closest consort, Nephthys, and the deserts for which he was appointed God to. But this far from meant that Set was lucky or capable in wives, women, or friends. Egyptians and the sources of Set's myths implied that Set was perhaps distant and often neglectful, and that he was blindsided by his fervent pursuit of power and wealth. Set mounted political support for himself through threats and intimidation. He won over the judgment of his peers through exploitation: exploitation of his strength, of Ra, and of his sisters. That Set was capable of killing his brother had proven the extent of Set's obsession and a harder fact about Set: that he was indeed merciless and heavy-handed.
Set's reincarnation, Victor, still bears the strife of his past internally. While he had no plans of meeting the Gods of his past, he also had no intention of avoiding inevitable conflict. Currently living simply for pleasure, Victor is just a real-estate savvy businessman and a bisexual Martinique hedonist who enjoys wine, women, and quippish conversations. Victor is both eloquent and crude with his words, but in casual exchanges he often opts for the comfortable crude. Victor keeps informal relationships inside and outside of business. Without Set's motivation for revenge immediately at hand, he keeps his homicidal nature at bay. However, a recent tip has brought Victor to New York to find his old enemies. And already, the burn and the addiction is starting to re-surface.
Victor's greatest weakness is his tendency for impulsiveness. Once fixated, he'll speak out whatever comes to mind, and he'll champion his own course of action without reconsideration. In the past, Set's impulsiveness with Isis had tricked him into condemning himself against the council of the Gods. Victor's level-headedness lasts only as long as he's kept steady by an objective. But Victor won't often foresee his own betrayal, and can get caught off guard. [
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al-malik » Sample Journal: Know why I came all the way out to New York? I got out of Martinique just to entertain you. Nice of me, yeah? But I wondered how you'd be getting on without me, and you all were so fucking close to my heart. So I'm doing my part, and I wanted to see what you were up to. Especially that wicked little sister of mine.
» Sample Roleplay: The grass was greener on the other side, he thought. This time, not for envy or title or Egypt, but because he knew exactly who he'd find there. Who he could find there. He was always, always acutely aware of what could happen if he met the man who meant everything his life hadn't been. And yet, perhaps he was a masochist, or a fool, or both. He still wanted to see through his childhood plans, and he held out hope that the world wasn't so unjust. Victor folded his laptop and slipped it into its sleeve, then placed it amongst his papers. He could see his reflection through the gloss of his black briefcase as he clipped it shut. And the man that he saw, who looked back at him, appeared twisted and somehow disfigured. Victor gripped the edges and stood the briefcase up. The vent had started to draft, and yet the room seemed silent. He moved the briefcase and leaned it against the corner of the room.
In the mirror, he still looked whole: Victor, son of the Sacheverells. He brushed his palm over his chin, his jaw. The clipped belladonna left on his dresser top - he picked it up by its stem and studied the dark petals. Victor tugged it inside his breast pocket. He felt the blood rush to his ears, heard the droning ring that started. It was unease, and yet it wasn't. It was thrill, and yet it wasn't. It was Set, his near-hysterical memories, his recalling of everything he could do differently now that he was mortal. It was knowing that he could bring suffering to those who made him suffer - and if they died, there would be no easy way to bring them back. But then, once gone, he won't return to Martinique again. Vengeance, reprieve. It was a single-minded love affair.
Seven o'clock struck. And he watched the rain tap the windowpanes. He could walk out into the storm and realize a dream thirty years in the making. Victor brushed off his suit and took his briefcase with him as he left the hotel room. No umbrellas today. But he wouldn't want any. He flagged a taxi, and then the driver drove him to the airport.