His Story Continues
There is one my scribe always uses that I quite like: Always Keep Fighting
Know Your God
Weight: 210 lbs.
Hair Color: Blonde hair
Facial Hair: Some scruff
Eyes: Baby Blues
Distinguishing Features: A few tattoos
Parents: Zues and Leto
Siblings: Artemis, my twin sister.
Spouse: Never been married, but I have loved at times.
I have the 32nd floor assigned to me in the God Complex HQ and I have an apartment off the GC complex.
General Overview: A god of the people, I lost myself in it all. I forgot how to shine. Trying to regain that glory.
Likes: My music, my family, hunting with Arty. I mean she is the only one who is as good as I am with a bow.
Dislikes: Bullies, cheats, and those that step on others to make themselves higher.
Skills / Abilities
Immortality: Apollo is technically immortal. He is immune to the effects of aging, cannot die by any conventional means, and is immune to all known mortal diseases and infections.
Babble-speak: Apollo can communicate in all languages and dialects.
Music God: I am able to hear any and all thoughts involving music, and separate/process it all. I can also give or take away the ability to have perfect pitch and control. I can feel the emotion put behind music and truly understand it properly.
Instrumental Apparitions: I can create perfectly in tune instruments of any design or make, with a single thought. However if I don’t bless you, said instruments will play out of tune, and will always be out of tune, no matter how much work is done on them.
Arcane Theory: I can manipulate all kinds of light. Whether it’s moving it, or taking it from one place and moving it to another. My body can also hold the light. It can be used for many different things.
Sun/Light/Fire: I have the power to control any of all of these.
Normal Daily Wear: All depends on what I’m doing. I can be in anything from jeans and a to a fancy expensive suit.
Alternate Dress Wear: No alternate clothes, just those mentioned above
I had my brother, Heph, turn my golden bow into a small pendant for a necklace. If I need it, I just tap on it and it comes to full size. It’s pretty dope. He also turned my sword and shield into a wristband, and my lyre into a glass guitar that sparks when I play it, like a plasma globe.
Apollo is the son of Zeus and Leto, and twin brother to Artemis. He is the god of the sun and music, among other things. Apollo and his sister are known as the gods of the bow and arrow, and no one is as good as shot as they are. He is the patron deity of Delphi and is considered an oracular god.
Apollo is the god of mousike, therefore he resides over music, dance, and poetry. He also created string music, and a lyre was never too far from his reach. He is the protector of the young, and children’s health and education concern him. He was a powerful god and could heal just as fast as he could hurt.
He has loved many but never married. Whether it was Daphne getting turned into a laurel tree, or the accidental death of Hyacinth by a discus, Apollo has never really been lucky in love. He killed the creature Python, a son of Gaea because he tormented his mother, Leto. After he killed Python, Apollo had to create and watch a set of games, which was called the Pythian Games, which later turned into what we now know as the Olympics.
Source: Wikipedia Apollo
Source: Wikipedia Hyacinth
Apollo’s Story as Told By A Retired Scribe
Introduction written by Chris Smolinski
It is I, your sun god, Apollo. The god of music, of poetry, of archery, of…ugh, I could go on and on. Let’s just say, I’m the god of everything awesome. I am one of the most loved and most revered gods. Or at least I used to be. There are stories that paint me as a bad guy, and well, I used to be. I used to make fun of other gods and mortals alike.
I’ve had time to think about my ways, both the good and the bad. I thought maybe it was time for a change. No more picking fights with the gods and challenging mortals to music battles. I’m a new man. My beautiful niece, Clio, even noticed that her uncle was different. I’ll paraphrase her, “You’re not as much of a dick as I remember.” Something along those lines, anyway. And I am not a dick. Don’t get me wrong: if you cross me, immortal and mortal alike, the dick will come out…wait, that sounded wrong. Let me try that again: if you cross me, I will have to put you in your place, but I no longer go looking for it.
This final paragraph is for my family, especially my sister, Artemis. Thank you for welcoming me so warmly. It has been some time since I was home, and to get all the warmth that I did, makes this sun god shine just a little brighter. I cannot wait to work alongside all of you.