Psh. Newbs.

[Wild@Heart]

Mazz, I was hoping to be able to create these two twins as god and goddess'. But I understand if it's too late, seeing as a meeting already occurred. But maybe they're new to the whole thing? Or that they just don't attend meetings often, or they didn't hear about this one? But I was also hoping that they could be the children of an older goddess, one that's already deceased. Let me know. Here's their bios that I wrote up.

My name is Nyx.

I have survived to many years to count.

I am a female.

My withers reach 15.2 hands.

I am a friesian.

My hide is ebony, with a crimson sheen, and my tassels are also curled. My pools are an icy blue, sharp in contrast to the black.

My past is my past. Unlike my brother I remember little of my birth, but I do remember the great many stories out mother told. She was the first of our kind, the first goddess. She had created us all by herself, with no help from a stallion. I idoled her for this, for being so self pleasing and independent. Growing up I always wanted to be like her, but in the end I took up my very own and unique personality. She had said that me and my brother were to grow up with each other, and grow in love, and that as soon as we came of age we would become lovers. I didn't accept this, I couldn't. Like all women I wanted my fairytale ending, and in no way did that include breeding with my brother. I could tell that this disappointed them both greatly, but I had to do what was right, what I felt in my heart. And so I did, and me and my brother are nothing but siblings.

I know what I'm like. I'm often quiet and reserved, and have a serious manner about me. I always keep my word, and follow through with the tasks I've planned to do. I'm very loyal, faithful, and dependable. To me honesty and integrity are very important things. Because of this I know better than to trust my brother, although I also know that he cares greatly for me. I don't express affection of any emotion toward others, but I'm good at supporting and caring for others. I'm not often mean or spiteful, but people like that tend to bring out the worst in me.

I am able to prophesize, and tell little parts of the future. I am able to bring sleep upon the earth, controlling the color and decorations of the sky. Along with this I can put a creature to sleep with my lullabies. I often have a dark mist encircling me, and I can control the moisture of the air, making mist and fog appear or disappear. None want to anger me, seeing as I can make the world dark for as long as I want, and can put them to sleep for an indefinite amount of time.

You may call me Erebus. My name means darkness and shadow, for your information.

I have survived much past my death date, and am no longer mortal. That I know, but for my definite age I have not a clue.

If you happen to glance between my legs, you will instantly notice that I am a mighty stallion.

My withers reach a good 17 hands.

Under my hide is the blood of a purebred friesian.

My hide is nothing but ordinary, completely black without a single mark upon me. My tassels fall in complicated swirls, and my pools are nothing but ebony to match.

I was born to an all white mare, this I remember well for I have great memory. I was the first born, and I can still remember my mother crying out in pain as I came out. She didn't have time to stop and coddle me, instead she continued to push. I laid upon the ground shivering, fearing for my very own life. And then came another. She would become my sister, Nyx. When she was all done giving birth, she came to us and made us comfortable. As we grew older she was always telling us stories. She had told us of our great future, that we would play a big part of the world in which we lived in. She told us of the powers we would have, and the others we would meet. But she also told us that she was the one who started it all, the one who created the very world itself. And we were her children, the ones who would need to carry on her work. We believed her, being as there were no other creatures about. She said that me and my sister, Nyx, were to grow together and when we came of age we were to breed and repopulate the earth. I saw nothing wrong with this, merely that we would be carrying out our duty, but Nyx refused. She claimed that such a task would be sick, and that no family should ever create more together. She claimed that she had no other love for me than what was brotherly, and deep down I knew that I felt the same.

I am who I am, and no one is going to change me. My heart is cold, and I care little for anyone besides my beloved sister. For her, I am overprotective and often keep her near. Of course, I want nothing other than her happiness, so when the day comes I know I shall have to let her go. I am often very deep and thoughtful in my head, although my words come out as harsh and short, making me come across as loud spoken and ignorant. I am very violent with other stallions, although nothing but tender and sweet with mares, be it a false facade or not, one can never tell. I'm good at playing games, and often mess with one's head. I can easily get other's to trust me, but they wouldn't if they knew what was good for them. I would sell my one sisters soul for the right price, and she I love dearly.

I am the acquaintance of Hades. He rules the underworld, but I am God of the realm in between. The souls come to me once they get off the boat to the underworld, and I watch as they attempt to find their way to him, Hades, to be tortured for their pitiful lives. I am able to send the poor souls back, if I so as please, but such a great misfortune has never happened yet, and if things go as planned, never shall. Once a soul reaches the underworld, though, it is out of my control. I am also able to control the shadows that lurk, they are my puppets and I am their master, nothing more. I can change the lighting, so easily that one might not even know it was me doing such a thing. I can often influence the dreams of a creature, sending in my shadows to haunt their sleepy world and play tricks upon them.

Okay, so maybe they're not so young. Maybe they're really old since their mother was said to be the first goddess that created the rest and gave birth to them, but maybe just no one knew about them? Or maybe they'd been prophesized about, but just never came to be known or seen?

I sent this to Mazz first and me and her talked about it. We think that they should come in and be prophets that somehow end the war, or something along those lines. So, any ideas would be great. I'm all out.