Poseidon

### Aliases

God of the Seas, Storms, and Earthquakes, Stormbringer, Earthshaker, Father of Horses, King of the Sea, Patron of Atlantis, One Who Dashes Against The Shore, Poseidon the Dark-Haired, Champion of the Isthmius, He Of Seaweed, The One Who Secures Safe Voyage, Watcher, Proskystios (or, the Flooder), Rock Striker, Lord of Bulls, Poseidon the Wayfinder, Chancellor of the Pelagic League, the Deepmaster

### Relatives

Kronos (father)Rhea (mother)

Zeus, Hades (brothers)

Hera, Demeter, Hestia (sisters)

Triton (son)

Rhode, Kymopoleia (daughters)

Various Halfborn, Nymphs and Monsters (children)

## Physical description

### Height

10'4 *(preferred form)*6'4 *(human guise)*

## Statistics

### Pantheon

Olympians

Poseidon, known also as the Earthshaker, Stormbringer, and the Father of Horses, is the Olympian God of the Seas, and a member of the Olympian Council. In addition, he is also a Chancellor of the Pelagic League, the alliance of sea deities who maintains the oceans of Earth. Passionate and free spirited, Poseidon's frequent travels and interactions with his fellow gods has seen him garner an equal number of friends and foes. Known for his fierce temper and tremendous power, most gods are wary of his wrath, even those who dislike him.

## Biography

### Early Life

And so it was, to Rhea and Kronos- a second son was born. He was Poseidon. Dark of hair, with eyes piercing in Creation’s green glow. The mother begged the father; stray from his path. Spare the child. But Kronos, twisted by the curse of Ouranos, would not be swayed. And so, like his brother and sisters before him, the child was eaten by the Lord of Time in a bid to prevent the prophetic end bestowed to him by his own, deposed father.

Life within the belly of the beast was a horror, one that those that were subject to its constraints aren’t to tell. Confined within a cage not unlike the one they were spawned from, to never see the light- never to taste the air. It was not until a strange boulder entered the depths of Kronos that life seemed to even build within what would be the King of the Sea. A stir, within the bowels of the Father-Warden. A tempest, stirred by this new trickery. A sign? A sign…

### The Titanomachy

It was soon that their father grew ill. The machinations of the Youngest Son, and brother to the Stygian Lord and Deepmaster. His name was Zeus; and he was thunder. Disguised in the form of a lowly servant, Poseidon and his siblings were freed from the King when he was fed a potionic emetic. And it was as though life had been flung into the heart of the stalwart captive.

He was the first. Exploding through their Father, Poseidon flew from his shackles and into the air- the fury of the untamed ocean in his eyes, which dimmed and adjusted to the light of the realms. As he took in his first breath, the seas themselves swelled. Freedom. A freedom most sweet. Oh, freedom. His new love. His first sight was his brother, and his mother- and to them he embraced with such gratitude that, should it be given form, it would be a typhoon. And like the tempestuous storm, those eyes- so beaming, full of life, settled upon his groaning warden. And it was fury, and it was wroth untamed. Standing there, above his disheveled father, he felt nothing but the broken years and so to it was that he wished to unleash all the fury that had welled within his still form. But ushered, was he- for untrained was the son of Kronos, and weak were his siblings. So alongside them, he took flight- leaving their jailer to his humiliation as they took their place in Arcadia- where the council was formed, and the Titanomachy began.

The council had been all but unanimous, with the exception of Hestia- the ever diplomatic, and gentle. The sins of the father would be met tenfold with vengeance almighty. The history of the Titanomachy is long and bloody, where the spurned children of the King of Titans became, themselves, the Olympians. A vicious beginning that saw the spurned children face many losses- enough that they were put swiftly on the backpedal against their much more experienced and powerful patron and his army of beasts and behemoths. And so the Brothers Three devised a new strategy. Deep within the pits of Tartarus- banished for all eternity, were those that could relate to the plight of a vilified spawn. The dreaded Cyclops, and terrific Hekatonkheires. Sons spurned, like they, from their father- cast down from the heavens to wallow and wait.

The young Gods, alongside their sisters Hestia and Demeter, battled through swathes and armies of monstrous guardians and fiendish jailers- where struck Zeus upon Kampe, the Warden of the beasts. And in return for their liberation, it was there the young siblings were solidified- and crafted upon them, great weapons of their shift. To Zeus, a Master Bolt- upon which it is said every crack of lightning was thereafter fashioned. To Hades, a Helm of Darkness upon which commanded fear and twisted the shadows to the master’s whim. And to Poseidon, a Trident- which shook the earth in great earthquakes and commanded the fury of the ocean between its prongs.

With these weapons, and their Uncles at their back, the Gods once more set out- whereupon their namesake as the Olympians was forged in the capture of Mount Olympus. The mont was second only to Othrys in its staggering heights. Upon its slopes they would eventually build their kingdom. But before its great halls were revered as Godly and almighty, it was a station of war. From their garrison, the Brothers led another assault against Olympus. Zeus took the skies- with all the power of thunder and its crack at his back, leading forth the hundred-handed Hekatonkheires in the main assault against Kronos’ palace. From the outskirts, Hades and the Cyclops lay siege- conjuring forth a great cloud of darkness and terror to allow the advancing beasts their field of battle. And below was Poseidon, who spurred the Aegean at his back- crashing its titanic waves against the base of the mountain with each swing of his Trident. A great torrential maelstrom erupting as earthquakes rocked the mountain to its very foundations, leaving them vulnerable for his youngest brother’s bold attack.

So it came to history. The Olympians won, and Kronos was cast from his ruined monument down into the very pits he had condemned the great his brothers- cut into thousands of pieces by the very scythe he wielded against his sons.

After the Titanomachy, the Olympians' rule was secured for millennia. Lots drew upon how the brothers would splinter between the Trio of Gods. Zeus was given the Skies, and proclaimed King of Olympus- their stylized leader having proven himself the greatest among them to rule.

### Rule of the Seas and Adventures

Hades was given the earth, to guard and protect the deep places that were hidden from the realm of Gods. And Poseidon was given the sea. Whereupon the freedom of the tide would roll with his breath, and the calm and storm would be his to weather. Though even the vastness of his new realm could not contain the free spirit that drove him. And it was not long after that the King of the Sea set out into the realms. He craved so desperately for the freedom of adventure, the chains of his father now ridden from him and Eternity at his very fingertips. Poseidon the Wayfarer’s adventures were many– too many to recount all at once. Many of them were shared in contest alongside his saviour and youngest brother, Zeus- whom he shared a friendly rivalry with. They would race and whore and drink and fight and engage in games of wits, each of them with egos larger than life and a thirst to one up the other. To Poseidon’s account, Zeus could never keep up; though it was sure that the King of Olympus had a tale entirely different to tell.

#### Wooing of Amphitrite

Upon his travels- splitting through the realms and tasting its many flavours, he came upon the realm of the Nereids- sea-nymph daughters of Nereus, known as ‘The Old Man Of The Sea’.  They were either fifty or five-hundred, dancing atop the isle of Naxos, within the Sea of Crete. Though among them, there was one- one so captivating, so beautiful, Poseidon found himself immediately enamored. She was Amphirite. A beauty that was pearlescent- a spirit that was wild. Her caper unleashed crashing tides that were soothed by her sisters; her frolic, gentle and kind thereafter. In a state of awe, Poseidon rose from the depths and joined the dance, matching her pace and stirring a grand monsoon around the isle as a form of showboating. The two in their cavorting traveled across Naxos seventy times, each of them determined to match pace and wear out the other. Eventually, it was Amphirite that came ahead- Poseidon finding himself unable to keep up with such a wild and creative creature such as the Daughter of Nereus.

There and then, exhausted and brimming with glee and excitement, Poseidon asked for her hand in marriage. Together, he proclaimed, the would conquer realms and write stories and adventure to places no man nor God had ever deemed possible to reach. Now, until this point, Poseidon had proclaimed marriage to more than a dozen dryads and sirens- each one he left waiting at the proverbial altar to continue on his quest for new tales to tell and hear. He was a lover, and no man nor woman thus far was able to contend with his biting, wild charms and striking looks. So when Amphirite refused with a laugh, Poseidon didn’t even understand. The King of the Sea thought her spurning of his affections a joke, and continued his pursuit. Eventually it was that Nereus had found the young Olympian chasing down his daughter, who- while giggling and dismissive, denied him all the same. Thinking Poseidon a villain, Nereus brought over a great tsunami for the God of the Sea to clash against. Amphirite was whisked away while Poseidon wrestled with a wave so large, it is said that it would have swallowed the island below its waves. His spurned lover; hidden in the realm of the Old Man, so he could never reach her.

Determined as ever, Poseidon devised a plan to win her back (as though she had not just spent a night and day denying his advances). He called upon all the creatures of the sea, and challenged them to a game of wits of how he could infiltrate the realm of Nereus without the Old Man knowing. The sharks devised they could eat the old man; the whales, offering to eat the God himself and ferry him beyond the borders. The fish reckoned to make themselves a great shroud, and the squid proposed to ink out Nereus’ eyes. But it was the dolphin that grabbed his attention. The noble creature offered to take Poseidon’s trident to Amphirite as a show of his love. It explained that the Shark was too ferocious, the whale too large; the fish too dumb, the squid too messy. A woman would be won by romantics, and what better way than to give to the free and beautiful Amphirite his scepter of office- that which could control the seas and shake the earth? Pleased with the romantics, Poseidon agreed! Surely, he thought, my heart will be my trident, and I shall give it to this nymph- and she shall be mine.

And so, with the Trident strapped to his belly, the dolphin snuck through into the realm of Nereus, whereupon it found Amphirite bathing within a clam. Moved by the persistent nature of Poseidon, and the gift of his most prized possession- Amphirite rode the Dolphin back to the God of the Seas and accepted his proposal. They whisked away, and married beneath the moon, where the tide was highest. As thanks to the dolphin, the Stormbringer threw into the sky five magical pearls- which sank into the night sky itself and became a constellation, so the noble Delphinus the Helpful could be remembered for all time.

Though not even marriage could keep Poseidon from the way of adventure for long. And no sooner than their wedding night had ended, he was off again- Trident, once more in hand. To live incredible tales and songs, to hear great stories and meet new people and creatures.

### War Against the Beznadi

And while millennia have passed, the God of the Sea was eventually whisked home. War was on their doorstep. The Beznadi- a pantheon as despicable as its progenitor, had marched to war against the Olympians. Poseidon and Hades met with the Council of Olympus, whereupon they were tasked to protect their home against the assault while Zeus led their forces into the heartland of the Beznadi host. Poseidon brought with him the fury of the untamed storm against those that would threaten the seas, and atop a tri-headed Hippocampus he rode against the attacking armies of monsters and would-be invaders, his Trident spearing through his enemies and cracking the earth below, so they may be swallowed by the shadows of Hades.

Eventually, Zeus returned- victorious, and holding aloft a writ of peace that had been arranged by the son of Svarog, Perun, and Zeus. Poseidon was furious with his brother, deeming the engagement upon their territory as no less than an infringement upon their right as Gods. He demanded that they bring the Olympian host forth to crash against the weakened pantheon, hoping to crush the would-be usurpers beneath his boot. It is said that lightning and sea crashed against one another as hurricanes and twisters matched while, for two days, the two Gods argued. Eventually, however, Zeus had won- and Poseidon left, enraged, for his kingdom of the Sea.

### Siege of Atlantis

It was not long thereafter that war once more came to the Olympians. Whispers stirred of a new power rising- one that sought to take all that was from the Gods and their realms. Ones that would see them in chains. Zeus called upon the Gods in an emergency meeting atop Mount Olympus. The situation was dire. Marching upon their realms were the newly blooded and warmongering Ynochim- an army of angelic legions unlike that which the world of Gods and Men had ever seen. They had begun to carve their way through many of the Pantheons in the world. And now, their eyes were set upon the mountain. Seven Legions that they knew of came marching against Olympus, each headed by a fearsome Edenian General. One of their entry points would be through the Atlantean Gate, which it fell to Poseidon to be the first line of defense of.

The God of the Sea conjured the waters to sway and flourish in great tidal waves, twisted by storms that run between the prongs of his Trident. His fury and desperation urging the ocean passages into great tempestuous monsoons and hurricanes that would devastate all those that dared to intrude upon his domain. The initial battle went in the Lord of Tides’ favour, the Legions of seraphim washed away by the great rage of the ocean they sought to intrude, with his own armies matching them- unimpeded by the fury of Poseidon. He was matched against the First- headed by the Lord of Eden- the realm infamous warrior known as Michael, the Bronze Fury. At his back, was the Thirteenth, who rode with Bael, Lord Seraph of the Thirteenth Legion, and master of the mystic arts.

While the beginning of the Battle for the Atlantean Gate swayed in the favour of Poseidon, the angelic hosts proved themselves the better warriors- numbered far too many to count, and each a master at arms. Poseidon’s forces were on the backfoot, retreating to their final stronghold before the Gate became vulnerable. It was then that Earthshaker could no longer stand by and play general. He was the Waves! He was the Tempest! And so, from high atop Mount Olympus, Poseidon lept. The Ynochim Legions bore witness as a small figure plummeted through the skies, a blazing green bolt soaring past the aerial battles as it came further and further to the oceanic surface. There was a great sheen from the Trident, before the God of the Sea crashed into the waves- causing a tsunami so great that it cast a shadow upon the lesser islets below. The initial advance upon the Gate was washed away in a torrent of biting cold water, which tore at their bodies and crushed their bones- filling their lungs with brine and salt before the glory of the Stormbringer!

And there, his quarry. Within the waters, Poseidon was a beacon of terror. None could dare to stand against him. Floating over his remaining defenders, he let out a deafening war call- aiming his Trident forth and calling forth the beasts of the sea and monsters of the depths to the fray- before he himself spirited forth. His eyes, locked firm on the Lord Seraph of the First. If he could bring Zeus the head of Michael, he would not only neuter the would-be before the might of Olympus- but he would gain a step above his little brother. Now THIS would be a story!

Though before Poseidon was able to reach the Bronze Angel, he quickly found himself turned around and locked trident-to-spear with the other. Bael, his name. His quarry. And his ultimate failure. While Michael led the First further, taking to the field himself- he sent Bael and the Thirteenth to intercept the God of the Sea. Poseidon and Bael clashed together in a vicious tourney of wits, martial prowess and might! Each swing of their weapons cleaved through platoons of the enemies soldiers, even as they were deflected from their prime opponent. And just like the initial battle, Poseidon proved the better- his mastery of the Domain of Water here, within the Seas- mixed with his own might in the field of battle, saw Bael the Thirteenth on the ropes.

But it was Poseidon’s arrogance, and Bael’s trickery that eventually won the day. Splitting himself into a multitude of images and clones, the Thirteenth goaded the emotionally charged God of the Sea into breaking his guard in a flurry of aggression. Carefully weaving his spells to negate enough of the Sea God’s power, one strike was all it took. The sea ran red as the first blow of the melee was landed- and Bael’s spear sunk deep into Poseidon’s ribs.

It was not long after that Poseidon was eventually finished, beaten within an inch of his life and bound by the Lord Seraph of the Thirteenth Legion. The seas were said to wheeze and dry with Poseidon’s rasping breaths, its fury snuffed out. The Atlantean Gate fell. And so too, in time, did Olympus.

His defeat at the Atlantean Gate was long ago, now. A new era had been ushered by the Edenian Lords. Beneath the boot once more, Poseidon sits atop his deep throne- harbouring a rage that could only be described as the mooring tide that echoed a great tidal wave. The once care-free and funloving God had grown, in his own way, bitter. And so too did his Oceans run cold. With Tartarus now supposedly free, and the consequences once more becoming more than just a worry- the Lord of the Coast begins to only now feel the stresses of his rule, as his brother before him high atop Olympus. His freedom would not be challenged again. Of that, a sailor could be sure.

## Physical Appearance

Poseidon's usual form is that of a Caucasian man with Mediterranean features, with a perfect tan that is renowned across Creation. He is the most handsome of his brothers, possessed of seafoam green eyes and jet black hair, which he often wears at shoulder length. Poseidon usually also sports a beard, varying its length constantly, and frequently supplementing it with braids. His body as broad and well built, though he is not quite as tall or bulky as his brother Zeus. He appears younger than the Lord of the Sky, despite being his elder, with most individuals who see Poseidon placing him in his early to mid thirties, based on his appearance.

## Personality

Poseidon is a being who revels in life. Passionate and free spirited, Poseidon delights in experiencing novelty, and as a result, he enjoys travelling around to see new places, meet new people, and enjoy new experiences. He is a deeply sensual being, and enjoys things that stir his passions, be it in the form of a new hot romance, a stirring musical composition, or a finely cooked meal. It is for these reasons that he loves his domain, the ocean, so much. The sea is ever changing, its tides always bringing change and novelty.

As part of his endless quest for new experiences, the Lord of the Sea enjoys interacting with new people. To that end, he usually has a friendly disposition, and has the capacity to interact with both princes and paupers with equal ease. The passions of others, especially mortals, intrigue him, and he enjoys conversing with people about their hobbies, professions, or simply what happened during their day. Poseidon enjoys sharing his own experiences, telling tales of the places he has been, the people he has met, or the things he has done, but is also perfectly content to sit in silence, listening while someone else simply talks to him.

This skill also makes Poseidon an excellent listener to share one's troubles with, and the Sea God is a practiced ear to the worries of his relatives, even his divine nieces and nephews. He takes such matters seriously, and is good at keeping the secrets people share with him and lending the wisdom he has accumulated to help solve their problems.

For all his virtues, Poseidon is not without his flaws. For one, he has a strong dislike for authority, and hates being told what to do. As a result, he frequently butts heads with his brother Zeus, who is more likely to demand his obedience then request his aid. Constraints of any sort aggravate him, including his responsibilities as a ruler. While Poseidon dedicates himself fiercely to projects he has an emotional investment in, that which he finds boring he usually attempts to delegate off to subordinates or avoid entirely.

Poseidon's passions, which are his greatest strength of character, are also his greatest weakness. They change like the tides, sometimes breezing past as light as an ocean wind or bursting forth with the force of a hurricane. His interests and focuses are the most inconstant, their length and intensity continually shifting. He is rarely serious about anything, and pursues things that bring him joy and pleasure, while avoiding that which he finds unpleasant and tedious.

While he is usually friendly and Epicurean in his demeanor, he has a strong capacity for wrath, being possessed of an extremely violent temper. Being told what to do is a sure way to set him off. Other methods include acts of betrayal or mistreatment, insults to Poseidon's honor, as well as disrespect and harm to his loved ones. Once his fury is roused, Poseidon's wrath is swift and intense, and he tries to get back at whoever has angered him as immediately as possible. That said, while he is quick to anger, he is also quick to forgive. Once the offending issue is resolved, Poseidon usually moves on quickly, and is not prone to holding grudges.

## Relationships

### Zeus

Poseidon's relationship with Zeus is the most tumultuous out of all his siblings. During their younger years, the two of them were fast friends, both gregarious and powerful, going on many adventures together, and constantly trying to one up each other's achievements. Over the centuries, however, the two began to grow apart, as Zeus began to take his duties as king more seriously, becoming sterner and more authoritative, while Poseidon remained largely lax, leaving most of the tedious rule of his domains to his wife Amphitrite. As their attitudes diverged, Zeus and Poseidon began to clash frequently, with Poseidon resenting his brother's ever more prickly demeanor and frequent attempts to assert authority over him.

While the Lord of the Sea does respect his brother's strength, loyalty to family and sense of duty, he also considers Zeus to be overly prideful and far too easily insulted, and is one of the few people in the pantheon, or in fact, all Creation, who will disagree with or insult Zeus to his face. He often gets away with ignoring minor orders from his brother, though he dares defy Zeus only to a point.

It his core, however, Poseidon does miss the old relationship he had with his brother in days of old. He feels sorry that Zeus has become so grim and dour, and longs for the companion of his youth. The rare occasions where flashes of the young and vital god Zeus once was emerge bring him great joy, and he makes frequent attempts to elicit them himself. Jokes and teasing are often unleashed, as he attempts to make Zeus laugh or smile. All too often though, they end up being the cause of an offense and arguments between them. Even so, Poseidon is Zeus's equal in stubbornness, and never ceases trying to make him lighten up.

### Amphitrite

Amphitrite is Poseidon's great love. Though he has known many thousands of other lovers, he cherishes her above the others, for she is his friend and confidant, trusted above all others. Warm and kind, Amphitrite accepts Poseidon for who he is, and is completely honest with him, and for that, he loves her utterly. She keeps his domains in order while he is away, and takes most of the responsibility of actually ruling them, being considered the true power behind the throne. Poseidon minds this little, as he considers most aspects of rulership to be tedious and boring, and is grateful to allow Amphitrite to take such dull responsibilities from his shoulders. On the occasions where he does take an active part in his duties, he usually defers to her advice on most matters.

Knowing Poseidon as she does, Amphitrite is completely tolerant to his innumerable extramarital affairs, in sharp contrast to Zeus and Hera. Poseidon, in turn, considers it only fair that he allow her all of her far rarer trysts with mortals and other lovers without complaint, though he does take occasional amusement in teasing his wife's lovers when he meets them. Given his wife's affectionate nature, Poseidon has introduced many of his offspring to her throughout history, whom Amphitrite always treats with kindness and respect, earning her a vast collection of "#1 Stepmom" mugs within their palace.

## Notable Equipment

Trident of Storms: The Trident of Storms, forged for him by the Elder Cyclopes, is an immensely powerful weapon that Poseidon wields. With it, he is capable of controlling storms, currents, and summoning powerful earthquakes at will.

### Traits

**Strength:**5

**Dexterity:** 4

**Endurance:** 6

**Intelligence:** 3

**Charisma:**4

**Perception:** 3

### Skills

**Academia:** 1

**Artistry:** 1

**Brawl:** 5

**Charm:** 4

**Command:** 3

**Craft:** 2

**Deception:** 3

**Empathy:** 4

**Intimidation**: 3

**Intrigue**: 2

**Leadership:** 3

**Marksmanship:** 2

**Medicine:** 2

**Melee:** 4

**Occult:** 2

**Performance:** 3

**Seduction:** 5

**Stealth:** 3

**Stewardship:** 0

**Survival:** 3

**Torture:** 1

### Dominions

**Dominion of Storms**

* Aeromancy: 4
* Cryomancy: 1
* Flight: 0
* Hydromancy: 6
* Lightning: 3
* Stormbinding: 4

## Trivia

* Poseidon is the second youngest child of Kronos and Rhea, and the second born son.
* Poseidon was the first god to emerge from Kronos's stomach.