(Zero). For the love you bring won't mean a thing (Application for hellenist)
.the mundane;
» Name: Aura
» Journal: sophiescapes
» Contact: Gmail: auragifford@gmail.com || Aim: Sophie Escapes
» How did you hear about us? I sleep in your basement.
.the myth;
» God(dess): Euterpe.
» Reference: http://www.theoi.com/Ouranios/MousaEuterpe.html , http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Euterpe
» Family: {mother & father} Mnemosyne & Zeus {spouse} Strymon. {children} Rhesos.
» Played By: Kristen Stewart.
» Human Alias: What Eddie Lyra.
» Human Age: 22
» God of...: Muse of lyric poetry.
» Flair:
Life’s better with some Muse in it: Around her, everything sounds better, everything looks better, more artsy, even if it’s just a pile of dirty clothes burning in the sidewalk. Aren’t those flames poetic to you? It always works in a low frequency, but she can tune it up or down with some focusing.
Muse is as a Muse do: She can get your creative juices working, or make you feel like the dumbest rock on Earth. Works on one person at a time, and it usually sticks as long as she’s paying attention, unless she makes the effort to leave the effect for a little longer. The funny thing is that she needs to sing to make it work -although when she does, her voice goes unnoticed-; a simple hum might make you get a sudden idea, and a small tune make you start putting details together faster. If she goes into full singing -and she has one hell of a voice- the one affected will have such an inspirational rush that he/she won’t know what happened to them later.
» Flair Type:
Life’s better with some Muse in it: Continuous/Activated.
Muse is as a Muse do: Activated.
» Fitting in: Independent artist/singer.
» History:
On the mythical side, little is said of Euterpe. She was the muse of lyric poetry, and anyone that heard her singing would be extremely delighted, as they were blessed with knowledge as well. Besides that, she had a son with a river -the only one known about-, and he got killed in the Trojan War.
Euterpe comes from the very present. Being the designated “muse of music” she had her hands full most of the times, incentivizing musical creation of all sorts and shapes. The disappearance of her sisters was not taken with much delight, no, but she wasn’t capable of find them, not until she got caught and sent down with them anyway. That’s one hell of a silver lining.
» Personality:
The first thing that someone would think after meeting Euterpe is that she couldn’t make less sense if she were high -which would immediately make the interlocutor thing she just might be-, but truth to be told, she’s all about not making much sense at times. She’s an artist after all, what you see and understand as senseless ramblings is art at its finest; you just are a couple of generations too early to understand. But she does, and therefore tries to keep her rambling under control, “tries” being the operative word.
Loud and lacking a brain-to-mouth filter most of the times, Euterpe is the kind of person that has no issue of telling you just how wrong you are in so many ways, but at the same time, she will be there to congratulate you if you did something awesome and stuck it to the man, even if she just had the biggest verbal sparring with you yesterday. Because honestly, she has been judging her whole life, and being mortal didn’t change a thing; besides her sisters and closest family, Euterpe sees everyone as subjects that either do well or not, and establishing any relationship of sorts beyond that point might prove difficult, if not a bit taxing. She can make friends though, it’s just that it usually takes a little more effort on both sides. For this same reason, it’s really hard to get on her real bad side, so people trying to annoy her will be taken lightly and swiftly ignored unless they aim for her family, which is one of the few ways to get her actually pissed.
She’s a fun loving party-goer of the first rate, and will rarely turn down the chance to have some fun, listen to some good music -so she can brag about having something to do with it- and being generally awesome. For the most part, she is surprisingly simple; she only goes great lengths to have her way on the art-related things, and besides that she can even be a nice person to talk with. Euterpe is far smarter than she usually allows to show, and several lifetimes of experiences back her up on a number of topics you wouldn’t usually see her talking about -because they are boring-.
» Sample Journal:
You know how is it when someone makes you the most stupid, obvious, brainless question in this and every other universe, and you cannot answer? I mean, you just go “Uhhhhhhhhhh” and look like a complete retard for about two minutes before making a bad joke and running for your life? It just happened to me. I was minding my business, chasing agents to get a gallery, when this one gorgeous dude that might have possibly been gay but was going to totally give me a place to exhibit my art asked me, and I shit you not:
“What’s your hair’s original color?”
Omigosh girls! I actually don’t know anymore, I just keep dying the thing in fear it’s actually transparent or something by now.
Halp? I might still get him to get me some exposition space.
» Sample Roleplay:
“Come on come on come on!”
It didn’t matter how much she urged them, the little puny humans wouldn’t move faster. Plugging cables, sound testing and doing whatever they were supposed to do. It was just a guitar and a microphone, really! “This is not rocket science, boys and girls!”, called from the stage as people ran from one side of it to the other, and around the chairs, as if they were setting up a bomb of sorts. Not that it wouldn’t be the most awesome surprise for the people that would sit there later, but yeah, kind of illegal. “C’mon c’mon c’mon!”, urged them as she leaned over the edge of the stage, staring at the one guy that had been trying to put a plug for the last fifteen minutes. Really, if he weren’t as cute as he was… “Dude, go do something else and let me handle that.” He was about to make a sorry excuse of how he was supposed to do his work so artists like her didn’t have to waste their time, but suddenly the guitar she was holding by the neck looked rather intimidating, so he just nodded and almost ran away.
Leaving her guitar aside, Euterpe jumped down the stage and kneeled in front of the wiring the guy was messing with. Okay, so they could totally be setting a bomb down here, thought with a mix of terror and glee, because honestly, how awesome would that be? She would totally re-schedule her presentation, of course; no need to get killed for the sake of leaving with a bang. “Okay, the green one goes with the red one, and the blue one with that black one…” It wasn’t as easy as she had thought, but after a few tries -and probably electrocuting a couple of poor technicians- it all seemed to be set on that side.
“Oooookay, if someone else tells me there is anything left or undone, I’m wearing their skulls on my guitar.” The silence that proceeded was proper of a church, or even more, a cemetery. “Good, because I don’t think people would enjoy Slipknot in New Year’s Eve.” And the client was always right.
» Name: Aura
» Journal: sophiescapes
» Contact: Gmail: auragifford@gmail.com || Aim: Sophie Escapes
» How did you hear about us? I sleep in your basement.
.the myth;
» God(dess): Euterpe.
» Reference: http://www.theoi.com/Ouranios/MousaEuterpe.html , http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Euterpe
» Family: {mother & father} Mnemosyne & Zeus {spouse} Strymon. {children} Rhesos.
» Played By: Kristen Stewart.
» Human Alias: What Eddie Lyra.
» Human Age: 22
» God of...: Muse of lyric poetry.
» Flair:
Life’s better with some Muse in it: Around her, everything sounds better, everything looks better, more artsy, even if it’s just a pile of dirty clothes burning in the sidewalk. Aren’t those flames poetic to you? It always works in a low frequency, but she can tune it up or down with some focusing.
Muse is as a Muse do: She can get your creative juices working, or make you feel like the dumbest rock on Earth. Works on one person at a time, and it usually sticks as long as she’s paying attention, unless she makes the effort to leave the effect for a little longer. The funny thing is that she needs to sing to make it work -although when she does, her voice goes unnoticed-; a simple hum might make you get a sudden idea, and a small tune make you start putting details together faster. If she goes into full singing -and she has one hell of a voice- the one affected will have such an inspirational rush that he/she won’t know what happened to them later.
» Flair Type:
Life’s better with some Muse in it: Continuous/Activated.
Muse is as a Muse do: Activated.
» Fitting in: Independent artist/singer.
» History:
On the mythical side, little is said of Euterpe. She was the muse of lyric poetry, and anyone that heard her singing would be extremely delighted, as they were blessed with knowledge as well. Besides that, she had a son with a river -the only one known about-, and he got killed in the Trojan War.
Euterpe comes from the very present. Being the designated “muse of music” she had her hands full most of the times, incentivizing musical creation of all sorts and shapes. The disappearance of her sisters was not taken with much delight, no, but she wasn’t capable of find them, not until she got caught and sent down with them anyway. That’s one hell of a silver lining.
» Personality:
The first thing that someone would think after meeting Euterpe is that she couldn’t make less sense if she were high -which would immediately make the interlocutor thing she just might be-, but truth to be told, she’s all about not making much sense at times. She’s an artist after all, what you see and understand as senseless ramblings is art at its finest; you just are a couple of generations too early to understand. But she does, and therefore tries to keep her rambling under control, “tries” being the operative word.
Loud and lacking a brain-to-mouth filter most of the times, Euterpe is the kind of person that has no issue of telling you just how wrong you are in so many ways, but at the same time, she will be there to congratulate you if you did something awesome and stuck it to the man, even if she just had the biggest verbal sparring with you yesterday. Because honestly, she has been judging her whole life, and being mortal didn’t change a thing; besides her sisters and closest family, Euterpe sees everyone as subjects that either do well or not, and establishing any relationship of sorts beyond that point might prove difficult, if not a bit taxing. She can make friends though, it’s just that it usually takes a little more effort on both sides. For this same reason, it’s really hard to get on her real bad side, so people trying to annoy her will be taken lightly and swiftly ignored unless they aim for her family, which is one of the few ways to get her actually pissed.
She’s a fun loving party-goer of the first rate, and will rarely turn down the chance to have some fun, listen to some good music -so she can brag about having something to do with it- and being generally awesome. For the most part, she is surprisingly simple; she only goes great lengths to have her way on the art-related things, and besides that she can even be a nice person to talk with. Euterpe is far smarter than she usually allows to show, and several lifetimes of experiences back her up on a number of topics you wouldn’t usually see her talking about -because they are boring-.
» Sample Journal:
You know how is it when someone makes you the most stupid, obvious, brainless question in this and every other universe, and you cannot answer? I mean, you just go “Uhhhhhhhhhh” and look like a complete retard for about two minutes before making a bad joke and running for your life? It just happened to me. I was minding my business, chasing agents to get a gallery, when this one gorgeous dude that might have possibly been gay but was going to totally give me a place to exhibit my art asked me, and I shit you not:
“What’s your hair’s original color?”
Omigosh girls! I actually don’t know anymore, I just keep dying the thing in fear it’s actually transparent or something by now.
Halp? I might still get him to get me some exposition space.
» Sample Roleplay:
“Come on come on come on!”
It didn’t matter how much she urged them, the little puny humans wouldn’t move faster. Plugging cables, sound testing and doing whatever they were supposed to do. It was just a guitar and a microphone, really! “This is not rocket science, boys and girls!”, called from the stage as people ran from one side of it to the other, and around the chairs, as if they were setting up a bomb of sorts. Not that it wouldn’t be the most awesome surprise for the people that would sit there later, but yeah, kind of illegal. “C’mon c’mon c’mon!”, urged them as she leaned over the edge of the stage, staring at the one guy that had been trying to put a plug for the last fifteen minutes. Really, if he weren’t as cute as he was… “Dude, go do something else and let me handle that.” He was about to make a sorry excuse of how he was supposed to do his work so artists like her didn’t have to waste their time, but suddenly the guitar she was holding by the neck looked rather intimidating, so he just nodded and almost ran away.
Leaving her guitar aside, Euterpe jumped down the stage and kneeled in front of the wiring the guy was messing with. Okay, so they could totally be setting a bomb down here, thought with a mix of terror and glee, because honestly, how awesome would that be? She would totally re-schedule her presentation, of course; no need to get killed for the sake of leaving with a bang. “Okay, the green one goes with the red one, and the blue one with that black one…” It wasn’t as easy as she had thought, but after a few tries -and probably electrocuting a couple of poor technicians- it all seemed to be set on that side.
“Oooookay, if someone else tells me there is anything left or undone, I’m wearing their skulls on my guitar.” The silence that proceeded was proper of a church, or even more, a cemetery. “Good, because I don’t think people would enjoy Slipknot in New Year’s Eve.” And the client was always right.