Hestia

[hestia]

Hestia



We dreamed of a world in peace
But killed for a life of ease
Now we leave the wounds for you
What else can the dying do?

...all those dreams we shared for you
God, I wish them to be true...

Full Name: Hestia
Nicknames: Vesta
Physical Age: appears 23-25 / Immortal
Date of Birth: B.C.
Hometown: Olympus
Current Residence: Olympus
Occupation: Goddess of the hearth, architecture, and of the right ordering of domesticity and the family
Relationship Status: Single
Character Type: Goddess
Affiliations: Good

Face Claim: Dianna Agron
Gender: Female
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Honey
Height: 120lb
Weight: 5’6
Body Type: Slender/petite
Best Feature: Smile
Worst Feature:Nose
Sexuality: Straight

Personality: Hestia is the gentlest of all the gods and goddesses. She has a very passive and non-confrontational nature. Because of this, she tends to play the role of harmonizer with little words and instead, with her actions. She doesn’t like to be the center of attention but will do her biddings quietly and behind the scenes. She’s a stable character. Despite her appearance, she is old and has experienced many lifetimes and she does not easily sway in her opinion. She may consider compromise but her stance is pretty clear. As such, as an immortal who has the ability to influence the lives of mortals, she doesn’t. She keeps to the sidelines and will watch; only intruding when necessary and even then, she offers limited help. She is an introverted character, focusing on the inner self and spiritual world. She does not like to take part in dispute or war but at the same time is very charitable and protecting.


Abilities: As a goddess, she is immortal and possesses all the powers of the Olympian gods. This includes unnatural strength, endurance, and vitality. She can also fly at great speeds, shape change (manipulating her form in any way –animal, person, or object), become invisible and teleport from between dimensions such as from Olympus to Earth.

Personal Style: She will blend in with whatever culture she is integrating herself into. However, it will generally be on the conservative side.

Likes:
• The home and family
• Family meals and gatherings
• Peace and solitude
• Architecture

Dislikes:
• War and dispute
• Possessing authoritative power/responsibilities
• Interference
• Modern age and changes

Strengths:
• She has a very mild manner and does not anger easily
• Her powers as a goddess
• Being subtle
• Impartial and objective

Weaknesses:
• Human emotion
• Her passive nature
• Unmoving
• Focuses a lot on herself

Mother: Rhea
Father: Cronus
Siblings: Chiron (half-brother), Neptune, Pluto, Zeus (brothers); Demeter, Hera (sisters); Crius, Coeus, Hyperion, Iapetus, Oceanus
Others: Gaea (grandmother), Ouranos (grandfather, deceased); Crius, Coeus, Hyperion, Iapetus, Oceanus (uncles); Mnemosyne, Phoebe, Tethys, Theia, Themis (aunts); Asteria, Atlas, Eos, Epimetheus, Leto, Prometheus, Selene (cousins), Menoetius (cousin, deceased); Apollo, Ares, Dionysus, Hephaestus, Hercules, Hermes, Polyphemus, Triton (nephews); Artemis, Athena, Eilithyia, Eris, Hebe, Persephone, Venus (nieces)


Bio:
Hestia is the eldest and the youngest of the Olympian gods to the Titan gods, Cronus and Rhea. Cronus, who feared one of his offspring would try and overthrow him as he had done his father, swallowed them whole until Zeus rescued them. She was the last to be reborn hence, she is also the youngest.

Residing over Olympus as Zeus took charge, she kept watch over the hearth. Her priority was the family and the household, watching over the citizens as they found safety around the fire for a meal, whether in a cage, a home, a city, or a party. Originally, Hestia was one of the ruling council of the Olympian gods but she gave up her seat to avoid conflict when Dionysus joined the twelve. She had grown tired of the gods’ pettiness and bickering during their meetings and their constant interference with the mortal’s lives.

Hestia is not described to be as beautiful as Aphrodite or Helen, but she is fair and once courted by both Apollo and Poseidon. She was not swayed by their tactics and asked Zeus that she retain her virginity. Taken an oath on Zeus’ head made it binding and she is known as a queenly maid.

Through the ages, she has taken little part in the goings of mortal lives. She is content to keep fire on Olympus though, it doesn’t go to say her concerns have lead her down to earth more than she would care to admit. Even on her outings, she prefers to keep under radar and watch from afar.

Even though Hestia could take on an form she wants to mortals, she prefers to appear as a young, innocent maiden appearing to be around 23 to 25 years of age.



RP Sample:

His blood squirted into her mouth, coating her tongue with a taste of life that even he was privileged to sustain. A creature whose appearance was just as deceiving as her own but he had the quality of freedom unknown to Daniela. He could do as he pleased, not hindered by his nature to feed and kill but only out of his own desires. His meaty flesh pierced by her fangs, the flow of blood dripped down the side of her mouth. Through his blood, his power would flow in her veins and she could feel the burn of greatness coming over her. The vitals of a man, half wolf contained a taste that aroused her lust and enticed her for more, like the frosting on a cake, she couldn’t resist. But in her moment of weakness, she fell victim to recklessness. In her lust, she turned a blind eye and as her head was yanked back, she hissed. Baring her sharpened fangs, pupils dilated, she felt the prickle of pain at the back of her head as Gabe used force to toss her aside.

Letting out a light laugh, at his tickling words but high on his blood, her body flew through the air as he discarded her like a piece of crumpled paper. But Daniela was not natural and as she twisted her body, her eyes met with the man as he launched himself towards her and became the beast that he was within. She landed catlike against the forest’s grounds, anchoring herself in a crouch with her fingertips grazing the dirt. A smirk played upon her lips as the seconds seem to drag out and she could see his power radiating from beneath his coat of fur. There were only a few that could match her strength and it turned her on, just a little. Her reflexes played in her favor and as she flipped to the side to avoid his strike, his claws caught her as it ripped into her arm. Letting out a hiss of pain. Turning to him, with her hand clutching her arm, she glared. A fight of the century, but she had waited far too long to prolong her desires and her plans for Russ must not be delayed. Licking her lips, taking in the remnants of him in, she made a proposal instead. Staring down at the wolf, her lips curved into a smirk.

“You know how to turn a girl on,” a light laugh rumbled from her throat. “But I’ll give you this, a pleasure that’ll both satisfy your blood lust and...” trailing off, his excitement had not gone unnoticed. “Let him live and I’ll promise you, he’ll suffer. His very core riddled with guilt for his survival in life and...” pausing for a moment to relish in her planned actions, she continued, “...for her life, his soul will suffer in death. So please, take a seat. Let me amuse you,” she grinned and turned her back to him without a concern, and it was in her hopes that in his curiosity, he’d let her go.

Approaching the mortals, she crouched in front of the young girl but looked to Russell. The likeness of his features confused with the man that had taken the life of her dear sister so many years ago but in her rage, she could not distinguish that this could not be the Jimmy Salem that had done the deed of decapitating her sister to her death. Lifting her hand, stained with her own blood but her wounds had already started to heal, she brushed her fingers lightly across his jaw line and softly eased his concerns. “Everything will be rectified and you will understand,” she smiled gently at him before looking down at the girl. “Wake up, love,” she sweetly cooed at the girl and as on command, Aly’s eyes fluttered open. A light grin of satisfaction forming on her lips as Daniela slowly drew her up to their feet. Taking the girl’s hand, she lightly guided her body to turn, to face the boy she knew she loved. Taking her other hand she guided it slowly to brush Aly’s dark locks over her shoulder. Daniela peered at Russ over Aly’s shoulder as the hand that held her hand slipped easily behind her and she brought her lips gently to kiss the side of Aly’s face.

“Say goodbye,” and without a moment of hesitation, with a speed faster than a bullet could have left Logan’s shotgun, her hand ripped back Aly’s head, pressed tightly against the side of her own as the other hand slipped from her back and across her throat. A flash of silver caught the light and she released her burden, letting it fall to the ground as the red fluid encompassed her body and sunk into the earth. The sweet scent of her blood overwhelmed her senses as the yearning of her natural instincts came over her, but it was not in this that she needed freedom from. His pain would shake his world as it had done hers. And before Aly’s body even hit the ground, Danny was gone.

My name is SUE. I'm XX and I play HESTIA. I'd like to say THAT I LOVES YOU GUYS! This is all!

[Marissa Abigail Skye]