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["Stardust," and then a dreamy feminine voice:] This is Urania. Leave a message, and I'll return it when the stars and Fates decree.
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✧ NAME: Muzy
✧ LJ USERNAME:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
muzivitch
✧ CONTACT (EMAIL, AIM, MSN, PLURK, ETC.): AIM: PlaceboPiper; Email: midori.no.mizu@gmail.com
✧ CURRENT MUSE LIST: N/A
CHARACTER
✧ NAME: Urania of Olympus
✧ SERIES: Greek Mythos
✧ HISTORY: Urania is the ninth born daughter of Zeus, the Greek sky god and king of the Olympians, and Mnesomyne, the goddess of memory who resides in Hades.
✧ TIMELINE: Modern Era. Urania’s aware of mortals, and plays with them when she has the inclination.
✧ PERSONALITY: Like her sisters, she was born from the nine consecutive nights that her parents spent together, and she was meant to inspire humanity, but unlike her sisters, Urania has no art; she’s the muse of astronomy and astrology, and her attention is almost always on the sky and her beloved stars.
As a result, Urania is aloof, sometimes to the point of being being offputting, and she’s otherworldly beyond what most of the other gods are, affecting a dreamy air to keep people at a distance, or just to irritate them enough to let her focus on her work. It all works really well, until she gets lonely, and realizes she doesn’t really have anyone to relate to.
✧ ABILITIES/POWERS: The Muse-Goddess of astronomy and astrology, Urania isn’t one of the most powerful goddesses to walk Olympus, but she has domain over the stars and planets, and as such has been gifted with some abilities. She can manipulate the stars, creating a short burst of them to defend herself, but not enough to truly battle another god, and she can read them, reading the future in them as easily as others read the past in books. Her sense of navigation and direction is incredible - someone with Urania at their side is never lost.
✧ TIME OF ARRIVAL: Night.
✧ MASK DESIGN: Navy velvet, festooned with enough glittering silver stars that it seems at first as if the mask itself is entirely silver.
✧ PLACE OF SOLACE: A circular temple, the top open to the night sky and with the light of the stars glowing in. At the center is a bed dressed in silver gray and white, and surrounded by her talismans - a globe, her tiara, her compass strung on a chain, and a simple leatherbound book that might be a novel or a scientific tome or a diary, depending on her mood.
SAMPLES
✧ FIRST PERSON: I keep watching myself in the mirror. It’s weird, you know? It looks like me, it acts enough like me that I can’t really claim it’s somebody else, some other thing pretending to be the muse, but...I’m here. I’m...I don’t know what I’m doing. I thought I was dreaming, but you wake up from dreaming, don’t you? And I haven’t. I can’t. I’ve tried, and it won’t work.
There are people here, I can sort of hear them, and I didn’t really expect to ever say this, but...I hope there’s someone here I know. I don’t want to be alone here. Not right now.
✧ THIRD PERSON: Urania spent a lot of time on earth for someone who didn’t care much for human company, but she rationalized it like this: humans respected it when you wanted to be left alone, or at least it was possible to be weird enough to be left alone. With the gods, you never quite managed odd enough to get some peace, because they were all weird. So when she wanted to be alone, she dressed in her most outlandish outfit - today it was a rose-pink tulle skirt that fell to her knees and a black Ramones t-shirt, and blue-streaked black hair - and she descended to the earth, and found a quiet place.
You didn’t get much quieter than a library, and that’s where she was. New York City, Midtown, the main branch of the public library. It looked ridiculously like home, she thought, with the pillars and the gardens and the statues of her more well-known cousins, but it wasn’t, and she curled up on the floor with a tattered copy of A Brief History of Time.
She was in the mood for a good, light read, Urania thought as she leaned against a pillar, and you didn’t get much more ridiculous than Stephen Hawking. Poor man had never listened to a damn word she’d said.
✧ ORIGINAL CHARACTER QUESTION: n/a
✧ NAME: Muzy
✧ LJ USERNAME:
muzivitch✧ CONTACT (EMAIL, AIM, MSN, PLURK, ETC.): AIM: PlaceboPiper; Email: midori.no.mizu@gmail.com
✧ CURRENT MUSE LIST: N/A
CHARACTER
✧ NAME: Urania of Olympus
✧ SERIES: Greek Mythos
✧ HISTORY: Urania is the ninth born daughter of Zeus, the Greek sky god and king of the Olympians, and Mnesomyne, the goddess of memory who resides in Hades.
✧ TIMELINE: Modern Era. Urania’s aware of mortals, and plays with them when she has the inclination.
✧ PERSONALITY: Like her sisters, she was born from the nine consecutive nights that her parents spent together, and she was meant to inspire humanity, but unlike her sisters, Urania has no art; she’s the muse of astronomy and astrology, and her attention is almost always on the sky and her beloved stars.
As a result, Urania is aloof, sometimes to the point of being being offputting, and she’s otherworldly beyond what most of the other gods are, affecting a dreamy air to keep people at a distance, or just to irritate them enough to let her focus on her work. It all works really well, until she gets lonely, and realizes she doesn’t really have anyone to relate to.
✧ ABILITIES/POWERS: The Muse-Goddess of astronomy and astrology, Urania isn’t one of the most powerful goddesses to walk Olympus, but she has domain over the stars and planets, and as such has been gifted with some abilities. She can manipulate the stars, creating a short burst of them to defend herself, but not enough to truly battle another god, and she can read them, reading the future in them as easily as others read the past in books. Her sense of navigation and direction is incredible - someone with Urania at their side is never lost.
✧ TIME OF ARRIVAL: Night.
✧ MASK DESIGN: Navy velvet, festooned with enough glittering silver stars that it seems at first as if the mask itself is entirely silver.
✧ PLACE OF SOLACE: A circular temple, the top open to the night sky and with the light of the stars glowing in. At the center is a bed dressed in silver gray and white, and surrounded by her talismans - a globe, her tiara, her compass strung on a chain, and a simple leatherbound book that might be a novel or a scientific tome or a diary, depending on her mood.
SAMPLES
✧ FIRST PERSON: I keep watching myself in the mirror. It’s weird, you know? It looks like me, it acts enough like me that I can’t really claim it’s somebody else, some other thing pretending to be the muse, but...I’m here. I’m...I don’t know what I’m doing. I thought I was dreaming, but you wake up from dreaming, don’t you? And I haven’t. I can’t. I’ve tried, and it won’t work.
There are people here, I can sort of hear them, and I didn’t really expect to ever say this, but...I hope there’s someone here I know. I don’t want to be alone here. Not right now.
✧ THIRD PERSON: Urania spent a lot of time on earth for someone who didn’t care much for human company, but she rationalized it like this: humans respected it when you wanted to be left alone, or at least it was possible to be weird enough to be left alone. With the gods, you never quite managed odd enough to get some peace, because they were all weird. So when she wanted to be alone, she dressed in her most outlandish outfit - today it was a rose-pink tulle skirt that fell to her knees and a black Ramones t-shirt, and blue-streaked black hair - and she descended to the earth, and found a quiet place.
You didn’t get much quieter than a library, and that’s where she was. New York City, Midtown, the main branch of the public library. It looked ridiculously like home, she thought, with the pillars and the gardens and the statues of her more well-known cousins, but it wasn’t, and she curled up on the floor with a tattered copy of A Brief History of Time.
She was in the mood for a good, light read, Urania thought as she leaned against a pillar, and you didn’t get much more ridiculous than Stephen Hawking. Poor man had never listened to a damn word she’d said.
✧ ORIGINAL CHARACTER QUESTION: n/a