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[loreolympiad]

Hecate

GODDESS OF: 

Boundaries

Crossroads

Magic

Witchcraft

Entry-ways

Night

Lights

Herbal knowledge

Ghosts

Necromancy

Sorcery

AGE: ‘Wouldn’t you like to know’

ORIENTATION: Demisexual/Romantic

OCCUPATION: Chief assistant and Director of Operations, Underworld Corp.

PERSONALITY:  Hecate is smart and sassy, quick to make any colleagues who step out of line feel small with a short retort. She can be quite blunt and is not afraid to tell it like it is. As a worker, she is quick and efficient, keeping things running perfectly in the Underworld as Hades’ right-hand woman. Hecate has a love for chaos that she originally relished in before Hades became ruler of the Underworld and appears to thrill at the prospect of punishment and retribution.

BIO: Sole daughter of the Titaness Asteria and the Titan Perses, Hecate has served as the Goddess of Boundaries, Magic and more for millennia. Before finally settling in the Underworld, she traveled much of the known world and learned the secrets it offered and gave her own in return. Upon returning, she would use this knowledge in service to Lord Hades as the two began the painstaking task of growing his kingdom into the monumental cityscape it is today.

In her current role as Director of Operations and Chief Assistant, she serves as the unbiased voice of reason to Hades, free of the corruptive influence of the average ‘Yes-Man’. Which has made her value as Hades second in command all the more precious. 

RELATIONSHIPS:

Hades, King of the Underworld and CEO of Underworld Corp (Friend/Client/Boss)

Persephone, future Queen of the Underworld Goddess of Spring (Friend/Surrogate Niece)

Demeter, Goddess of The Harvest, CEO of Barley Mother Cereal Company (Friend/Ally)

Asteria, Titan-Goddess of nocturnal oracles and shooting stars (Mother)

Perses, Titan-God of Destruction and Peace (Father)

Leto, Titan-Goddess (Aunt)

Artemis, Goddess of the Hunt and Protector of young women (Cousin)

Apollo, God of the Sun and Charioteer of the Gods (Cousin)

Circe, Sorceress of Aeaea (Eldest daughter)

Medea, Sorceress of Colchis (Second eldest daughter)

Empusa, Shape-shifting succubus (Third eldest daughter)

Scylla, Sea monster (Youngest daughter)

Noel Wittebane (0mirrored0gold0), Grimwalker (Apprentice, Verse dependent)

[soltcde]

@0mirrored0gold0​ asked: "Why...why did you have to run AGAIN?! Why do you always leave when I clearly NEED YOU?!"

“You have no room to talk when you left me when I needed you and refused to come back when I expressed how hurt I was.” The teenager mumbles to herself. She’s still terribly bitter about it. Goldie’s gaze moves away from her brother as she folds her arms, squeezing her upper arm as a way of comfort.

“I have learned how to handle and deal with things on my own, Noel. When you left and refused to come back? Of course that did things to, well, us! Our bond! Do you really think that some. . . something like this is going to suddenly fix all that? Make me ignore my pain?” 

[hecatcd-archived]

@0mirrored0gold0​

“Keep your shirt on! I’m coming!”

It was quite literally the dead of night. Not exactly the time you wanted to be banging on the door of a sleep deprived Goddess. Especially one as curse happy as Hecate. Maybe she’d turn this interloper into mole, or perhaps a vole? Whichever one struck her fancy when she opened the door. 

“Alright, you have thirty seconds to explain yourself before I-” She cut herself short upon seeing the trembling form of the Golden Guard on her step. She could see nicks and cuts along in his clothes along with leaves tangled in his hair. One didn’t need to be the Oracle of Delphi to guess he had been running through the near inaccessible woods surrounding her little spot on the Isles. Almost as if the Furies themselves were after him.

“Noel? What are you doing here so late?” The Goddess knelt down to face him, blue hands carefully plucking bits of twig and leaf from his scalp. “What happened?!”

[sonorusgloom]

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Smoke streams out from the Beasts mouth as he paces. Group of witches from the castle had entered the Forest and started to take the trees, more so searching for the young. Ease dropping before dealing with them in a rather messy manner, one that the grounds usually being covered by leaves and branches could hide easy enough. Over hearing them talk about the Emperor’s plans on claiming more of the forest and something else.

Doesn’t that leader of their’s already have enough?

Perhaps he wouldn’t be on edge if he was not included on such a list. Hooves dig into the ground as he tries to push it aside. For now their gone and he doesn’t have to deal with them. Maybe?

The Beast head snaps in the direction at over hearing a twig snap, indicating someone is here.

[vrandring]

@0mirrored0gold0​ asked: He's just gonna go ahead and curl up next to his favorite guard for a bit.

Steve raises an eyebrow as he senses the boy sitting next to him on the couch. He takes another sip of his mint tea, to hopefully reduce his nausea, before looking at him with a warm smile. Gently, he wraps an arm around him.

“Is something wrong? Do you want to talk to funny uncle Steve about it?”

[abomination-stati0n]

Hey Pammy, how many siblings do you have now?

"Well, let's see." She hummed contently.

"There's Alvar n' Eleanor, Noel, Goldie, Sunny{Hunter}, Clips, Wasp{Hunter}, Hunter, n' one more but papa and Mimi said I can't meet them for 'nother 7 months still!"

[betwccnworlds]

@0mirrored0gold0​ replied to your post:

He's gonna stick with his dad in this case, preferring exploring and healing to fighting now.

“Oh? Want to help me, Noel? I’d certainly appreciate that. Maybe Flapjack can join us as well?”

[goldenxglyphs]

@0mirrored0gold0​ liked for a starter

“HALT!” The guard called out, gripping his gifted staff and aiming the glowing head of it towards the other. He was hoping this was either some sick joke or a misunderstanding of some weird admirer wanting to dress up as the new coven leader but for some reason, he felt that wasn’t the case. Better safe than sorry with calling out this double now.  

“Impersonating a coven official is a felony, unmask yourself now and show yourself and maybe I’ll think about being lenient!” 

[bornspellcaster]

@0mirrored0gold0 "So I...I shouldn't...w-wear a dress?" he looks down at his feet. "Okay."

Shit.

He sighs. “You can, just…not in our time. I never understood why, it’s just a piece of fabric, right? It’s just how it is, I was told. …If you’re in a safe place, I support you expressing yourself But if you’re in the 16th century, I support you staying alive more.”

[the-trxangle-guy]

👂

[From X] Accepting!

Do they think they’re a good or bad person?: WHY EXCEED EXPECTATIONS WHEN YOU COUKD DESTROY THEM? GO WILD WITH YOUR OWN POTENTIAL?

Do they find them attractive?: HE’S SIXTEEN.

Are they a friend or foe?: WITH ANY LUCK I’LL MAKE A TRUE FRIEND OUT OF HIM YET!

Save or Kill?: COULDN’T KILL HIM EVEN IF I WANTED TO! I HAVE A DEAL TO KEEP UP, AFTER ALL!

Kiss or diss?: HAVE YOU EVER MADE FUN OF A GOLDEN GUARD BEFORE? YOU SHOULD TRY IT SOMETIME! ITS FUN!

[bxttenbound-archive]

@0mirrored0gold0​ asked:

Send me 🍹for my muse to take a shot.

Shots? Shots were for people who couldn’t handle alcohol. Missi was nothing if not a woman who could handle a drink. A reason was a reason despite how flimsy it was and she would always jump on the opportunity to somewhat safely drink. Popping open a bottle she’d pour a glass of what normally is given in shots and would start to down the glass.

Around halfway through it she’d pull back to take a breath. “ Much better. “ Missi would mumble.

[soltcde]

@0mirrored0gold0​ replied to your post:

*OFFENDED SCREECHING NOISES*

“Want me to change it back to the other one, baby brother?”

[soltcde-m]

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x //  😊 - It makes me happy to see you on my dashboard! & 😍 - I love your writing style! & 🤩 - You’re one of the blogs I admire the most! & 😁 - Our interactions bring me joy! & 😆 - You always make me laugh! &  ❤️ - You’re my favourite blog! & 💚 - You inspire me! & 💙 - I love your muses! & 💜 - I love you, the mun! & 🤎 - Your characters are well developed and deserve more love! & 🤍 - Your headcanons give me life! & 💖 - You write your canon character(s) very accurately! & 💗 - Your blog aesthetic is top notch! & 💞 - I’m glad we are friends!

// RAIN I LOVE AND APPRECIATE YOU SO MUCH

[sonorusgloom]

Send your character's height and I'll compare it to mine.

@0mirrored0gold0​

5'5

“ Hm.... “ 

On one hand, the Beast’s cloak is quite long. On the other hand he is quite tall. Should of expected it ending up wrapping near the youth. The shadow will just be pulling the cloak back to free Noel of that. 

[hecatcd-archived]

Would you kindly tell us who you think has the most potential? (Can be an npc from her canon universe or another mun's character.)

Would You Kindly (Accepting)

“Most potential, eh? That’s a tricky one… I’ve known many who have potential for greatness.”

“Well there’s my apprentice, Noel, he’s been taking to our lessons like none I’ve had before. He might not have a fancy magic tumor on his heart but… if he keeps this up, I’d say he’d rival Circe and Medea as a sorcerous power one day.”

[abomination-stati0n]

{ For Wyatt } Noel's just going to stare, open mouthed, in total shock, and the man he accidentally walked into while going about his day after school at Hexside. A man he's only just recently seen in a photo, a man who should be petrified and unable to move.

//I do not have Wyatt icons yet sorry zhsjs

Today was already confusing enough.

The last thing he remembered was being slowly petrified by his so called "Uncle", then the next thing he knew...he was waking up at the bottom of the castle's spike pit. Which had been absolutely hell to climb out of, mind you. How long had passed? A few hours? A day? A month? Years?!?

He needs time to regroup, thankfully it seems his workshop was still going.... albeit dusty as fuck. But he truely hadn't realized how long he'd been gone until this moment. Blood orange eyes looking with mirrored shock into young magenta. His own face practically staring right back at him, plus and minus a few scars, and blonder hair.

No....no no nonononono!!!!

No! He'd made another?!? Of course he had, the monster.

Within seconds, Wyatt was overwhelmed with guilt, anger, nausea, sadness, a wave of foreign protectiveness over another of their kind. He began to shake, falling back a step or two. The boy before him looked like he was at least 14, h-how much damage had already been done? Was he too far gone?....was that a school uniform? Undercover work perhaps? It didn't matter.

He had to get him out of there. No matter the cost.

In his panic, he reacted upon instincts, and did the first thing that came to mind.

He make sure no one was looking, before quickly moving forward. Grabbing the younger grimwalker, covering his mouth and quickly pulling him into a nearby alleyway so they could talk in privacy.