RE: The Grand OC! [CONTEST THREE: SIRENS! SUBMISSIONS WELCOME!]
01-21-2014, 07:01 PM
Name: Pandor Lysistradt
Race: Complicated. See below.
Sex: Male? Male?? MALE!?!?
Color: #DD7777
Biography: Hera had been around long enough that she ought to have known that old ideas never quite die. Zeus had been a very old idea, but after he was finally murdered, everyone felt it was time for some new ideas. Sexy ones.
So it was that the great goddess called her mortal-ish co-conspirators to the isle of Lesbos to create a new form of mortal life, a fully gynogenetic unit better suited to conquer the earth than humans (who, let’s face it, were one of Prometheus’ worst ideas, only allowed to propagate because Zeus seemed to have a fetish for their females).
There was Podarge of the harpies, Thalia and Melpomene of the muses, Stheno of the Gorgons, Lysianassa of the Nereids, Chrysopeleia of the Dryads, Alecto of the Eumenides: these diverse beings were appointed to be the joint mother-”father”s of the offspring. Thelxiepeia of the Sirens was to be the true mother, impregnating herself with pure orgone at the climax of the orgiastic (probably less orgiastic than you’re imagining, but orgiastic nonetheless) ritual incited by her song. The surviving gods (goddesses, mostly) held their breath throughout the gestation period, awaiting the birth of their new Pandora, all-daughter and mother to a new race.
In spite of all reasonable expectation, it was a boy.
Description: Trying to quell rumors that her grand project had been thwarted by the devilishly-timed resurrection of her ex-husband, Hera commanded the various parents of Pandor not to be so hasty as to assign a gender to their child based purely on its genitals--that was outmoded thought from the age of Zeus, after all. However, despite never having been exposed to the concept of masculinity outside of history books, Pandor grew up presenting as an only occasionally genderfluid male, with all the stereotypical trappings. So, while he did wind up being the progenitor of a new race, he did it the old-fashioned way--by seducing and impregnating countless human women and a handful of his aunts and cousins.
Pandor is eternally as young as you want him to be, or as old, depending on your taste. Though he has never, prior to this battle, encountered another male, any male who saw him would perceive him in something closer to how he sees himself--young, moderately effeminate, highly charismatic and impressive-looking, yet somehow vulnerable, damaged. Pandor has no sexual interest in men but an intense desire to meet other people like him and befriend them.
Pandor is cocky on the outside and with good reason--he’s the most good-looking man in his own cosmos and tends to get away with a lot, given that almost all the divine authorities bear some maternal feelings towards him. However, he is also aware of the undercurrent of disappointment that he’s carried with him since birth. His self-esteem situation, deep-down, is… confused, varying greatly from day to day. He’s never quite conscious of when he’s living his normal hedonistic lifestyle just for his own adolescent pleasure, and when he does it for the sensation of feeling powerful, feeling important. A trip around the multiverse, at his age, might be just the thing he needs to figure himself out, if he can survive the experience.
Weapons/Abilities: Pandor has a really big sword, and he uses it well, though warfare isn’t really his thing.
Aside from that, his mixed parentage gives him a lot of good genes, though he doesn’t quite have the power he wants. He’s a good artist, a fine actor, a compelling singer, and all of these things contribute to his super-seductive nature, but women who don’t want trouble don’t exactly have to chain themselves to a damp cave to resist him. His gaze is arresting--stunning, one might say--but not petrifyingly so. He’s a good swimmer, a good thief, and has a keen eye for gardening and swift justice, but he’s too much of a dabbler to really master these things enough to become the mythic embodiment of them. Maybe as he gets older he’ll settle down enough to choose one thing and stick to it. All but his strongest detractors agree that the boy has a lot of potential.
Race: Complicated. See below.
Sex: Male? Male?? MALE!?!?
Color: #DD7777
Biography: Hera had been around long enough that she ought to have known that old ideas never quite die. Zeus had been a very old idea, but after he was finally murdered, everyone felt it was time for some new ideas. Sexy ones.
So it was that the great goddess called her mortal-ish co-conspirators to the isle of Lesbos to create a new form of mortal life, a fully gynogenetic unit better suited to conquer the earth than humans (who, let’s face it, were one of Prometheus’ worst ideas, only allowed to propagate because Zeus seemed to have a fetish for their females).
There was Podarge of the harpies, Thalia and Melpomene of the muses, Stheno of the Gorgons, Lysianassa of the Nereids, Chrysopeleia of the Dryads, Alecto of the Eumenides: these diverse beings were appointed to be the joint mother-”father”s of the offspring. Thelxiepeia of the Sirens was to be the true mother, impregnating herself with pure orgone at the climax of the orgiastic (probably less orgiastic than you’re imagining, but orgiastic nonetheless) ritual incited by her song. The surviving gods (goddesses, mostly) held their breath throughout the gestation period, awaiting the birth of their new Pandora, all-daughter and mother to a new race.
In spite of all reasonable expectation, it was a boy.
Description: Trying to quell rumors that her grand project had been thwarted by the devilishly-timed resurrection of her ex-husband, Hera commanded the various parents of Pandor not to be so hasty as to assign a gender to their child based purely on its genitals--that was outmoded thought from the age of Zeus, after all. However, despite never having been exposed to the concept of masculinity outside of history books, Pandor grew up presenting as an only occasionally genderfluid male, with all the stereotypical trappings. So, while he did wind up being the progenitor of a new race, he did it the old-fashioned way--by seducing and impregnating countless human women and a handful of his aunts and cousins.
Pandor is eternally as young as you want him to be, or as old, depending on your taste. Though he has never, prior to this battle, encountered another male, any male who saw him would perceive him in something closer to how he sees himself--young, moderately effeminate, highly charismatic and impressive-looking, yet somehow vulnerable, damaged. Pandor has no sexual interest in men but an intense desire to meet other people like him and befriend them.
Pandor is cocky on the outside and with good reason--he’s the most good-looking man in his own cosmos and tends to get away with a lot, given that almost all the divine authorities bear some maternal feelings towards him. However, he is also aware of the undercurrent of disappointment that he’s carried with him since birth. His self-esteem situation, deep-down, is… confused, varying greatly from day to day. He’s never quite conscious of when he’s living his normal hedonistic lifestyle just for his own adolescent pleasure, and when he does it for the sensation of feeling powerful, feeling important. A trip around the multiverse, at his age, might be just the thing he needs to figure himself out, if he can survive the experience.
Weapons/Abilities: Pandor has a really big sword, and he uses it well, though warfare isn’t really his thing.
Aside from that, his mixed parentage gives him a lot of good genes, though he doesn’t quite have the power he wants. He’s a good artist, a fine actor, a compelling singer, and all of these things contribute to his super-seductive nature, but women who don’t want trouble don’t exactly have to chain themselves to a damp cave to resist him. His gaze is arresting--stunning, one might say--but not petrifyingly so. He’s a good swimmer, a good thief, and has a keen eye for gardening and swift justice, but he’s too much of a dabbler to really master these things enough to become the mythic embodiment of them. Maybe as he gets older he’ll settle down enough to choose one thing and stick to it. All but his strongest detractors agree that the boy has a lot of potential.