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Bishamon

Fortune of War, Warriors and Punisher of Evil

Bishamon, the brother of Kisshōten, the God of fortune in battle is the defender of the laws of the Buddha, and one of the Seven Fortunes. He is a Kami who came to Japan from China and India and found a place that welcomed him. He used to wear Chinese armor, carry a Chinese halberd in one hand, and the pagoda that holds the scrolls of Buddha’s laws in the other.

During the Sengoku Jidai, the Warring States Period, Bishamon blessed his most fervent follower, Uesugi Kenshin, Kanrei of the Kanto region, with such skill in battle that he was never defeated in battle. He could only be killed by a ninja at night in a latrine. Amongst the Kami, it is said that Bishamon guided the Japanese leaders during the early stages of the Pacific War, but that he abandoned them when he discovered their unclean and anti-Buddhist actions in China. Bishamon seemed to never recover from the shock of the Pacific War. For decades he appeared dressed as a Buddhist monk. He concerns himself with right action and Buddhist law. But things might be changing for him and his Scions.

His Scions for the past several generations have been focused on guarding temples, practicing law, or Buddhism as priests. However, during the early days of the Iraq Invasion by Coalition
Forces, a Scion of Bishamon was revealed when he drove his medical truck laden with casualties through enemy fire and not a single round touched him or his vehicle. Bishamon revealed
himself in full Japanese Defense Force Regalia and praised the young Scion. Since that time, several more Scions of Bishamon as Warrior have been discovered.
Cheeby-aub-oozoo

Chief of the Underworld

Cheeby-aub-oozoo is the third son of Winonah and Ae-pungishimook and born of an altogether different temperament. He didn’t have the brashness of the first son or the rampant silliness of the second. He was the serious one. He was similar to Pukawiss in that he had an inherent connection to the world around him, but where Pukawiss was content to extract the story and drama before him, Cheeby-aub-oozoo needed to know the why of everything. He had a tendency
to go stock still and go into strange trances where he listened in rapturous presence to the beauty of one thing. He could do this for hours at a time. Others found it at least a little weird and disconcerting.

Before long he began seeking out the places where the Manitou dwelled, as he could hear them whispering to the animals, plants, and birds. He started speaking to thin air and completely creeped out everyone around him. The people were worried he was possessed, or worse, that he would attract bad Manitou to them all. Instead, the Manitou gave him visions and he came to bring new ways to the people.

The Manitou taught him how to make special drums and special ceremonies that would allow the people to communicate with the Manitou. He taught the people how to fast and seek visions from the Manitou and how personal Manitou would help them if spoken to correctly. He brought forth new chants, songs, and drumming that pleased the Manitou and moved people to dance. Even his brother Pukawiss was impressed and moved to create theater and dances to these songs and rhythms.

He finally got to meet his other brothers at the occasion of Nana’b’oozoo’s wedding. Unfortunately, this came at a cost. Maudjee-Kawiss was very displeased with the perceived lack of manliness of his brothers. He chided and shamed them mercilessly, so much the Cheeby-auboozo sought to prove his brother wrong and show that he too had might. He got into a canoe to go fight a terrible giant and never came back. They found that he had drowned in the lake that night. Nana’b’oozoo cried so hard that he summoned his brother back from the land of the dead. He rose before all as a phantom, and everyone yelled at Nana’b’oozoo to stop and send him back. Cheeby-aub-oozoo returned, and the elders of the dead were so moved by him that they asked him to be their “ogimauh” or leader.

He remains in the land of the dead for the most part, venturing out on occasion. He still speaks with Pukawiss and Nana’b’ooozo but has nothing to do with Maudjee-Kawiss. His Scions are strange people, often seen as odd by others. They have a tendency to be bothered by spirits and have strange bouts of genius that seem to come from nowhere. Most find themselves drawn to communication and community building. Many have found a particular knack for programming virtual worlds and alternate-reality games which allows them, and others, to communicate with Manitou and receive visions.
Parvati

Goddess of Love and Fertility

### Purviews

Epic Strength, Epic Stamina, Artistry (Dance), Beauty, Earth, Fertility, Frost, Passion(Devotion, Love)

Parvati is the Goddess of love, devotion, and fertility, sister of the Ganges River, daughter of the king of mountain snow and granddaughter of Mount Meru itself. In her hands she carries the growing things of the earth, the crown, the bell, and no armament more fearsome than a mere elephant-goad. Hers is the strength of the ox pulling the plow and the peace in the cow’s eye. Her dedication and compassion know no bounds, permitting her to stand up to Lord Shiva the Destroyer’s extremes of temper or self-denial.

Kalidasa’s celebrated epic Kumarasambhavam chronicles Parvati’s courtship of Shiva. After his first wife, Queen Sati, burned herself, a grieving Shiva retired to the mountain to lose himself in austerities, unwilling to entertain Sati’s reincarnation Parvati’s advances. The God of Love shot Shiva with his arrow, even though he knew Shiva’s third eye would immolate him in response. Then, Parvati undertook punishing austerities herself, her boundless devotion winning Shiva over. Their marriage founded Lord Ganesha and Karttikeya, ensuring the Devá’s military primacy over any asura threat.

Find Parvati’s avatar high in the mountains of India, New Mexico, or Switzerland. Hail her as queen of growing things and food. Seek refuge in her motherhood from war, starvation,
extremism, and strife. Thank her for her and her Scions’ immeasurable, oft-uncompensated emotional labor. She exhorts her Scions to form the band’s emotional center, promoting mercy and temperance even as the Scion of Hachiman says to shoot first and ask questions never, or the
Scion of Dionysus insists there’s nothing wrong with doing Jell-O shots at 11 in the morning. Their love counterbalances the extreme with the moderate rather than the opposite, forming the radical center, nourishing body and heart in equal measure.
Ganesha

The Lord of Obstacles

### Purviews

Artistry (Dance, Writing), Beasts (Elephants), Chaos, Fortune, Journeys, Prosperity

Smrti, Buddhist, and Jain honor Ganesha the wise and brilliant. Whence came the paragon of academics? Was he Parvati’s creation, Shiva and Parvati’s son, or the elephant Goddess Malini’s get after she drank Parvati’s bathwater? Was he older than Karttikeya, or younger? Was he born
with an elephant’s head, or did Shiva affix it to him after decapitating him accidentally?

His avatars number 32. His symbols range from armaments to musical instruments, the serpent Vasuki as a belt to his broken tusk in one of his many hands, but his favorites are sweet fruits and candies. His mount is the mouse and he is a bachelor, married only to wisdom, prosperity, and enlightenment. The illustrious scientist’s popularity knows no bounds among mortals or Gods. Every caste honors him. The Smriti tradition exalts him alongside Durga, Surya, Vishnu, and Shiva; the Ganapatya tradition identifies him with the Godhead. He is friend to every Devá; only a truly wicked demon could ever attract his wrath. When he travels amongst other pantheons, he must turn down myriad invitations to dine or dance, for he receives far too many to accept.

As placer and remover of obstacles, Ganesha believes in challenge (like tough courses outside your major) but denounces any which don’t strengthen those they test (like standardized testing). He often personally mentors his own and others’ Scions, whom he thinks key to the Devá’s continued successful relationship with other pantheons. The olive branch he extends in his trunk counterbalances Indra’s aggressive policy toward opposition from asuras and other pantheons.

Let the obstacles between Devá and every other pantheon fall before his Scions’ dancing feet. Let them extend faith and diplomacy to all who stand for truth and righteousness — even, should it become necessary, to the asuras.
Freyr

The Summer Sun

Freyr is the son of Njörðr, brother of Freya. He became so consumed with desire by a mere glance upon Gerðr, a daughter of a giant, that he stopped eating. No longer able to contain his lovelorn state, he sent his servant, Skírnir, to convince Gerðr to marry him. Skírnir agreed, as long as he could have Freyr’s sword — a magical weapon that could fight on its own. Without hesitation, the God accepted the terms. Nine days later, he had the woman of his dreams. Lacking the sword, Freyr cannot defeat Surtr in Ragnarok, but to him, love is far more important.

Called the Battle-Bold, he once fought an army armed with only a stag’s antler, and conquered Sweden to found a royal dynasty. The most powerfully fertile of all the Norse Gods, Freyr overlooks both mortals and the lives of the plants of the World. Beautiful and charming, Freyr is the spark of life. In war, he is adrenaline; in fear, he is rationality. His radiant light overcomes sorrow and despair as he wanders the World with his ship and pet boar, sowing seeds both literal and metaphorical.

Brown-haired with a linebacker’s strong build, Freyr’s Incarnations can be found volunteering to aid the suicidal, starring in pornographic movies, or spending billions in charity money to bring fortune to the less than fortunate. Always the best-dressed man in the room, Freyr believes that his Scions should follow in his steps: Be a leader, but also be willing to listen to the misguided and the hurting. He conspires to make opportunities flow to them no matter their desire. He stresses making a difference in Midgardr rather than the other Nine Worlds, and implores his innumerable children to be aware of the influence they have on others.
Freya

Like Odin, Freya collects the souls of the battle-slain. As leader of the Valkyries, she even gets first pick. Covetous and cruel but forgiving and merciful in equal turns, she loves the din of battle, but cherishes the quiet moments. She collects the worthiest, and must always take a number equal to the All-Father’s. The souls she chooses go to the hall of Sessrúmnir, which is also a grand ship stranded in the field of Fólkvangr, there to train and innovate and prepare for a great offense rather than merely feasting and slaying during the day.

When she sheds tears for her warriors, they are tears of amber, clattering upon the ground and enriching those for whom they fall. She once met with Odin in the guise of a wise woman, and is skilled in the art of Seiðr.

Her sexual appetite is voracious, but she never takes a lover who doesn’t know what they’re in for. She inspires shieldmaidens across the World, who pray to her for protection and inspiration in battle.

One of the Vanir, Freya is a ginger woman of clear skin and clearer eye, older and matronly yet still gorgeous. One of the original feminists, she encourages self-awareness, beauty, and worth in women, and while she respects boundaries, she doesn’t always enjoy that they exist. Freya’s Incarnations can be found running establishments — anything from a Krav Maga studio to a high-end jewelry store to a bakery to a boutique with the latest fashion trends. She always leads,
and she always makes a worthwhile product.

Like Freya, her Scions are full of passion. They are devoted to being as well-rounded and diverse as her — to fight, to love, and to understand the nature of magic and war. Sometimes, they can gain her ability of Seiðr, through meditation and focus. Her Scions can expect that she is
invested in their existence and sometimes, just sometimes, she leaves behind flashy jewelry that must be worn. To do otherwise would be a slight.
Orisha-Oko

God of Agriculture

Òrìshà-Oko plants no melon; yet he eats its seeds. Once a mortal hunter and soothsayer, Òrìshà-Oko (literally “Farm Òrìshà”) is country as hell, but he’s a great friend to everyone. You can trust him with any secret, but he’ll always tell the truth — and neither of those things is a contradiction to him. He may have a less glamorous job than “lady of the storm” or “master of smallpox,” but we all survive by Òrìshà-Oko’s power. Any time the Òrìshà can’t resolve a conflict themselves, they drag ÒO away from his farm to mediate. When he and Baldr of the Æsir hang out at parties, it’s adorable.

ÒO’s symbol is the bull behind the plow. All cultivated plants are his domain. He wears nononsense workman’s clothes in earth tones, and his Incarnations are farmers, hunters, or
ranchers, people who live close to the soil and the plants. West African agriculture’s sorry state demands most of his attention these days. His Scions have joined those of the Shén Yandi Shennongshi and the Kami Prince Inari in an agricultural think tank, researching new techniques
to improve crop yields while campaigning against cocoa plantations’ child slavery and wasteful corn ethanol. Òrìshà-Oko’s goal is to ensure that no human need ever go hungry again.

Òrìshà-Oko’s Scions tend to be unpretentious, generous, and hardworking, the glue holding bands together. When everyone else is too wrapped up in themselves and their own stories to
realize “we should figure out who’s cooking breakfast this morning” or “we should resolve this personality conflict on the off chance we need to use teamwork in the near future,” Òrìshà-Oko’s Scions step in to save you from ignominious failure.
Demeter

Goddess of Agriculture

Sister of Zeus, mother of Persephone, Demeter’s bounty gives mortals security and ease. No more must they hunt and gather to feed their families, but cultivate from the very earth itself. In her honor they offer up the first and best of every harvest — for antiquity teaches what will happen if her gift is ever withdrawn permanently. When Zeus gave Persephone to Hades in marriage without Demeter’s consent, when the Lord of the Underworld leapt up from a great chasm and abducted her as was the custom, Demeter denied the world a harvest, and civilization very nearly collapsed. The Theoi desperately entreated her, but she would not be moved by anything save Persephone’s return. In the end, Zeus relented, and Demeter would have her beloved daughter, but only for half the year — and so for half of each year, she lets the land lie fallow to remind the Theoi not to trifle with her or hers.

In Rome, she was Ceres, Goddess of grains and fertility alike, preeminent among all the agricultural deities. She was a popular subject of worship not only for these reasons, but because of the Eleusinian Mysteries, imported from Greece, in which she was a central figure. Rome’s prosperity was attributed to her blessing, and her protection was given to the Tribunes, who were inviolate guardians of the plebian class.

In the modern era, Demeter’s power waxes high. The Green Revolution — the development of chemical fertilizer and 100 other technologies—has driven food production to heights unthinkable even a few centuries ago. The advent of organized labor reflects Demeter’s power in a different way — the withholding of power resonates strongly with her denial of the harvest, and it pleases Demeter that mortals can take such a lesson. Yet, so many go hungry despite her gifts, so many are powerless despite her blessing, and for all her divine majesty Demeter cannot save everyone.
Persephone

Goddess of That Which Rises From The Earth

Artwork by Trung Cao

Condemned to an existence torn between Hades and Olympus, Persephone has nonetheless prospered, for she has her mother Demeter’s strength of will. Each year she dies, and each year she is reborn, marking the calendar with her innumerable transitions across the veil of death. From her mother, she has inherited power over all things that grow from the earth — from her dread husband, power over that which dwells within and beneath it. For Hades, who so rarely has
the chance to leave his kingdom, she is the very breath of life and light itself. To the dead, she is Hope that they too may live once more, but Persephone knows well that such a gift is doubleedged, and she does not often bestow it.

Worship of Persephone arrived in Rome with the popular Eleusinian Mysteries, and it took little time for the Romans to recognize the daughter of Ceres, Prosperpina — a Latinization of Persephone. The story of her abduction lived on through the Renaissance in art and sculpture that has survived to the modern day.

In the modern World, her fame has scarcely ebbed: Through the Eleusianian Mysteries, Persephone is yet revered by millions. Her name still blesses symphonies, dramas, novels, and other works of art interpreting the tale of her abduction, a story that is known to women across the world. As she blesses the world with life when she rises, so too she signals its ebbing when she dies — as she ever has, as she ever shall — but she is always Persephone, be she Persephone of the Spring or Persephone of the Dead.
Zeus

God of the Sky

Patriarch of the Theoi, son of Cronus who overthrew Uranus, Zeus is the youngest of his five brothers and sisters — yet it was he who went unswallowed, he who triumphed over his crooked, scheming father, and he who won the sky when lots were drawn among he and his brothers. His children are almost without number, yet he alone has succeeded where his father and grandfather failed — Zeus has yet to be overthrown by his own descendants, and if he has his way, he never
will be.

Rome called him Jupiter (or Jove), king of the Gods and of the sky, and patron of the royal family once the Republic became an empire. It was he who came before the second king of Rome to establish the practice of sacrifice, he who became central to the state religion of the city — the Temple of Capitoline Jupiter dates to before the Republic’s founding, where he was worshipped in triad with Juno and Minerva. Oaths were sworn in his name; it was believed that those who broke such an oath would be struck down by lightning.

Said to be the greatest and wisest of the Gods, he is also notoriously unable to remain faithful to his wife, and long-suffering Hera has never forgiven him for his endless philandering. Yet, his monumental history of cheating has also left him with dozens of living Scions, and as dangerous as children are for him, they may also be his greatest weapon, if only he can manage them properly — and Zeus has a great deal of practice managing the never-ending argument that is his family.
Aset

Goddess of Magic and Rebirth

Aset is the sister and wife of Wesir, born of the Primordial of the heavens, Nut. Her other brother Set cut Wesir into pieces in order to take his throne. Enraged, Aset stalked across the world collecting pieces his pieces to restore him. Unfortunately, Set had absconded with Wesir’s genitals, and Aset was unable to restore her husband fully. Beyond that, Anpu forbade Wesir from leaving Duat after returning to life, and therefore could not retake his throne. Undeterred, Aset decided to get pregnant with Wesir’s heir before she left Duat to displace Set.

Re, already deeply involved in the Wesir and Set affair, was angry at Aset for bringing Wesir back. Instead of letting him bully her though, she tricked a snake — a titanspawn of Apep, to be precise — into biting the God, inflicting him with eternal poison. Re, knowing when he had been outmaneuvered, agreed to give Aset one secret of her asking in exchange for the antidote. She asked for his name, the one mystery he held out against all the Netjer, and the one thing that would give her full power over him when she needed it. Re gave Aset his name, reducing him to parity with the rest of the Gods.

Aset is arguably one of the most powerful Gods of the pantheon, a stunningly capable magician and expert politico. Cunning and brave, she refuses to back down, no matter the odds, and as a Judge of the Dead she never breaks a deal once she makes one (though she won’t make one until she gets what she wants). In the modern World, Aset appears as a lush woman with thick black hair and smooth dark skin. She takes on many different roles, always powerful, picking her place and persona to best fit her own personal plans. She loves to the point of doting, but her loves receive a fierce reminder that she could, would, and has done anything to ensure their safety.

Aset’s Scions are protectors. They too hold her ability to stand up to danger without backing down, and seek roles as doctors (especially as heads of reproductive medicine), teachers, and family protectors. She takes a great interest in her own children, and tries to meddle in their affairs, feeling she knows what’s best for them. Aset is also responsible for creating Wesir’s Scions, and though she tells him that he is solely responsible for their upbringing, she cannot help mothering them as well.
Agni

When humans discovered fire, birthing the first civilization, they discovered Agni. Who founded the flame that rose from the waters and burst into being as fire, lightning, and the sun? Was he the Primordial Brahma’s eldest son, exhaled from the Primordial Purusha’s mouth? Was he the child of Law and Light, or the sage Angira? With red skin, black hair, black eyes, two heads, seven hands, and three legs, he rides the ram to battle and bludgeons foes with his quarterstaff.

His is the fire of knowledge as well as of sacrifice and heat, identified with the divine word which ignited the cosmos at the beginning of this age. He brings the Devá the sacrificial oblation, devouring it with his heat.

Agni once fled to the side of the asura Vritra along with Varuna and Soma. But Vritra’s slayer Indra, Agni’s own twin brother who emerged with him from Puruṣha’s mouth, convinced him to join the Devá. Agni is the priest offering the sacrifice, the shepherd guarding the flock, the firefighter who saves the dying, the laborer on the offshore platform, and the forester who starts the fire so the next generation of trees may grow. But even as other Vedic Gods struggle and grow dim, so long as humans need to keep darkness at bay, so long as sacrificial smoke spirals upwards towards the heavens, Agni will never be forgotten.

Agni’s wife Svaha, Goddess of the offering, bore his children: the purifying flames of electricity, friction, and the sun. Like a bull bursting with seed, he fathers many Scions. He encourages them to adventure among other pantheons, forging relationships and learning. They link the next generation of Gods to humanity, just as the sacrificial fire links humanity and the divine. Meditate upon Agni, that he may ignite your mind and spirit.
Shiva

The Destroyer

### Purviews

Epic Strength, Epic Dexterity, Epic Stamina, Artistry (Dance), Beasts (Monkeys),Chaos, Death, Deception,

Fertility, Fire, Moon, Sky

High atop Mount Kailasha, unclimbable by anyone without sin, Lord Shiva the Destroyer lives as a remote ascetic in his house with his wife Parvati and his sons Ganesha and Karttikeya. The sacred river Ganges flows from his dreadlocks. Shiva is a serene master of yoga, a dancer whose motions end and begin the World. In the Vedic era he was called Rudra, the Roarer, terrifying and unpredictable as the storm. The religion which exalts him as greatest of the Gods is called
Shaivism.

We shall know Shiva by his brilliant third eye, which can incinerate a God when focused in anger, and the serpent-king Vasuki coiled around his neck or his son Ganesha’s midriff. His weapon is the trident, his instrument the two-headed drum. His Incarnations are rarely seen, as he prefers to meditate or dance in remote and dangerous locations, such as a mountaintop during a lightning storm or a plague-stricken slum. We salute his avatar Hanuman, lord of monkeys,
mightiest follower of Rama, whose mace crushes King Ravana’s rakshasa army.

Shiva’s Scions have much to live up to. Ganesha and Karttikeya are foremost among them, both powerful Devá in their own rights who have performed great deeds and won entire religions’ adoration. However, Shiva is vast and contains multitudes, so a Scion has many of his examples to follow. Some are esoteric and remote, some are amorous and carnal, and some are devoted to unquestioning service. Among his 1,000 names are answers and examples for everyone. Shiva is
perfect balance and stability, wild abandon and destruction, self-indulgence and self-denial. But his Scions are not surprised when they meet one another and share very different conceptions of who and what their father really is.
Tyr

Tyr is the only God that can compare to Thor’s power. When Fenrir the wolf grew large, the Gods decided to bind him. Tired of the wolf breaking free, they sought to bind him with dwarfforged chains. Fenrir sensed a trick, and when the Gods approached, the wolf said he would only be bound if one of them would put a hand in his mouth. Tyr was the only one brave enough.

Once Fenrir was bound, the wolf bit off Tyr’s right hand. The Gods all laughed, except for Tyr. Despite the loss of his hand, Tyr did not complain. He never does.

Tyr may once have been leader of the Æsir before the All-Father rose to prominence, but he does not speak of it, nor does he seem concerned by his loss of limb or station. All of Tyr’s Incarnations are without a right hand, for he never accepts a prosthesis. Tyr is a strong, capable man, short and sturdy with fierce eyes, salt-and-pepper hair, and an unfaltering smirk. He can be found in a veterinarian’s office wrangling down the most temperamental animals, blogging about
national security issues, as a court judge in the military, or climbing telephone poles one-handed.

He believes in courage, and accepts no cowardice or weakness as an excuse. A warrior with fierce stamina, he does not tolerate the breaking of oaths or commitments, no matter the reason — for he does not swear oaths casually, and he is a careful observer of what is good and just in
the long run.

His Scions would not dare be late to anything to which they have committed themselves, and are frequently as invested in justice as he. He implores them to never back down in dangerous situations, despite all odds, and to remain as brave and unflinching a warrior as he. They will find that Tyr only steps in if it is dangerous enough for him to feel threatened, for true bravery can only be demonstrated when one is endangered and afraid.
Hermes

God of Boundaries and Travel

Fleetest of all the Gods, Hermes is the patron of those who travel as well as those who steal, for he is the remover of obstacles and an inveterate trickster. In ancient Greece, borders and crossroads were marked with his likeness (almost universally a bust with prominent genitals, many of which survive to the modern day). Emissary of Olympus, he is an intercessor between the Gods and mortals, and conducts the souls of those who have died to the Underworld. It was by his hand, and not fair Apollo’s, that the lyre was created; under his gaze, open commerce was born in the agora. In his wide travels, he accrued much knowledge, and so became known as a God of great wisdom and magical power — the Hermetica is, supposedly, a dialogue given by either Hermes or Thoth, enlightening a mortal student as to the true nature of reality (whenever asked, both Gods cheerfully affirm that it was, in fact, the other).

Mercury in Rome, here too Hermes was the patron of trade and journeys — however, the twofaced God of beginnings and endings, Janus, assumed much of the role of boundary God, being the master of doors in the enormous city.

The modern World, so quick and flexible, was seemingly made for Hermes. He can take breakfast, lunch, and dinner in three different cities thousands of miles apart, or run a confidence game in Hong Kong from Milan. Borders, once vague and ill-defined, are now a thing measured to the millimeter by satellites hurling through space so quickly they rise and fall in mere hours. The works of mortals dedicated to foiling theft have doubled and redoubled 100 times over,
growing ever more complex — and, to Hermes’ joy, thieves across the world have responded in kind.
Sarasvati

God of Arts and Letters

May your waters cleanse us, O Sarasvati, Goddess of the river of your name, and of arts and learning. The words she writes and the notes she plays on her vina are as Soma to the one who loves knowledge, nourishing the body and enlivening the spirit with clarity and purity of vision. Wherever she rides upon the pure white peacock or swan, the current of truth washes away all lies and impurities. When asuras threaten, great Sarasvati’s hands reach out to grip the trident, chakram, or bow, as unafraid as if she were taking up her vina or fountain pen. Her strength is Devi’s own strength.

Where other Gods’ greatness exalts themselves, the wife of Brahmā’s greatness flows into her worshippers’ minds like clear water into their mouths. She would rather Incarnate herself as a high-school music teacher than a rock star, a local librarian than a bestselling novelist. Yet her fame, unsought, extends from her home river to faraway Cambodia, the United States, Indonesia, Japan, and Thailand; and to Shinto, Jainism, and Buddhism. When the student fears the exam that will make or break a grade-point average, when the writer races towards the looming deadline, they honor the one garbed in the white of a swan’s feather or an unmarked page.

Of her Scions, Sarasvati demands pure and correct conduct as well as great achievement in scholarship or creativity, which won her Confucius’, Obatala’s, and Athena’s admiration. The
gifts she grants Scions are considerable, just like the gifts she grants all humanity. In particular, she encourages her children to confront problems with creativity and artistic flair. Any Scion can wrestle a dragon into submission, but a Scion of Sarasvati can charm it to their side with an impromptu song. The most brilliant manifestation of feminine might demands nothing less.
Athena

Goddess of Heroes, Wisdom, Strategy and Law

Daughter of Zeus and Metis, emerging already an adult from Zeus’ forehead, bearing a spear and letting out a great war cry — so goes the story. Other, more staid tales, tell of her childhood tutelage under Triton, and of Triton’s daughter whose name she took in penance for accidentally killing her: hence, Pallas Athena. She is a great warrior, and a greater general, for unlike Ares she has studied well the art of strategy, and while Ares may lead the armies of Olympus, it is Athena’s plans he implements, for he well knows that she is wiser than he. She is the patron of Heroes, and often involves herself even in the lives of the progeny of other Gods (and, occasionally, those descended from other pantheons).

In Rome, she was Minerva, and though revered for skill in strategy and for her great wisdom, she was also considered the patron of trade and commerce. Here began the tradition of dedicating places of learning to Minerva, a practice that continues to this day — universities, fraternities and sororities, and in California’s case an entire state, are ritually marked with her likeness.

Athena’s wisdom makes her well adapted to the modern age — the World has changed, and she has changed with it, drinking down new knowledge and methods and adapting them for her own use. Democracy’s spread from her beloved Athens pleases her; corruption within it, all too common, infuriates her. She rarely acts directly, but it is Athena’s hand pulling the strings of 100 organizations with their hands in the inner workings of power. Her schemes are far-sighted, and
actions seemingly at cross-purposes have a way of working out exactly as she desires.
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The roleplays of Super Bowser World ( A google+ community.), and just roleplays in general! A land of crossovers with multiple series, and OC's! Mostly starring the powerpuffs, rowdyruffs, powerpunks, Toadstools, and Bowser's Koopa Empire

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Artemis

Goddess of the Hunt

Sister of Apollo, daughter of Zeus and Leto, Artemis stands forever between the wilderness she so loves and the women of the World, whom she is sworn to defend. Disdaining the love of men, she has never married, and by the assent of Zeus she never shall. She surrounds herself with maidens to serve her, guarding her hunting dogs and bow as she rests. When she descends from the mountains and forests, it is to watch over the rites that usher young girls into womanhood, and to bring relief to women in childbirth — or to take their lives, for as a Goddess of healing she is also a Goddess of plague.

Diana’s cult in Rome is ancient, dating back to the founding and perhaps before. Similar in many ways to her Greek identity, among Romans she ensured succession as well as childbirth, and her temples were sanctuary to plebeians and slaves.

The modern World, though, is quite different from ancient Greece. More and more, the works of man impinge upon her sacred wilderness — more and more, she must travel to distant lands to hunt. So too has the World given her tenfold and more women to watch over. Any who claim womanhood are hers to defend, and Artemis is no slouch. Her hand can be seen at work in 1,000 struggles for liberation — more than any other Goddess of the Theoi, she is apt to throw herself into the fray. She has changed subtly in that time, a little older and a little wiser, but ever the huntress, and ever ready to draw back her bowstring and let fly vengeance and justice.
Hephaestus

God of Craft and Industry

Son of Hera, rejected by Hera, Hephaestus mans his great forge, turning out wonders without equal day and night. His great strength cannot hide his pocked and scarred face, nor his withered legs — and it was for these reasons that his mother hurled him from the heights of Olympus. For his vengeance, he crafted for her a fine throne that bound her tightly the moment she sat upon it — and it was only through the intervention of Dionysus (and a copious amount of wine) that he relented and freed her. Wed to unfaithful Aphrodite more as a joke than anything, he endured her flagrant dalliances until she lay with his brother, Ares — whence he wove a net and trapped her astraddle Ares. Vindictive? Oh yes. Brilliant? Even more so.

Vulcan to the Romans, here too he was the patron of smiths and metalworkers, of the fires of the forge, but he was also attributed the terrible and unfathomable flames of volcanic eruptions, and the destructive as well as the constructive elements of fire itself. The Vulcanalia, an annual harvest festival, began to propitiate him to withhold wildfires that might ruin an entire region’s crop.

Onward marches the work of mortalkind, and over it all Hephaestus watches. Though mortals cannot yet match his automata, they scratch ever closer, bit by bit. Circuitry and programming, so recently of mortal make, Hephaestus has claimed for his own as well — where once he crafted silver clockwork owls, he now forges mosquitos of steel that whisper stolen secrets in his ear. The modern day gives him leave to move around much more than he did before — no more do
his wheelchairs provoke awe, even if they operate from very different principles and with very different capacities than those mortals make use of. Some people don’t even stare anymore, and this Hephaestus is not accustomed to.
Apollo

God of Music, Prophecy and Healing

Son of Zeus, brother of Artemis, Apollo is defined by his youth — vigorous, active, ambitious. Like his sister, he wields the bow and arrow with deadly accuracy, and where his arrow lands plague fells those mortals who have displeased him — but when called upon to heal, Apollo’s powers are no less great, and he exchanges his deadly bow for a lyre, his favored instrument of all in the musical realm (of which he is also the primary patron among the Theoi). More than any of the Theoi, Apollo is given to prophecy, inspiring a kind of controlled madness in mortal seers and priestesses — many of the most famous oracles in the ancient World served him.

Unlike the other Theoi, Apollo took on no new name among Romans — tradition holds that they were consulting his oracle at Delphi as far back as the kings of distant antiquity, who were overthrown in favor of the republic that collapsed into empire.

It is Apollo’s way to kill from afar; mortals have learned well from the young God, pleasing him little. The modern World teems with means of dealing death from a great distance, from cruise missiles to tailored pathogens. Little angers Apollo more than the idea of biological warfare, for he sees it as hubristic intrusion upon his domain and has been known to punish mortals for it — perhaps this, more than anything else, has kept it from ever being used on a large scale. The World has given him one thing to be glad for, though — far more music, and of a greater diversity, is being created than ever before in human history, and Apollo is in the thick of it. One of the easiest ways to get his attention is to invoke him following a really amazing guitar solo.
Thor

Thor is the right hand of Odin, the strongest of the Æsir. His courageous, brash nature is one that shakes the very presence of Gods and Jötnar alike. The Odinson focuses on protecting both Ásgarð and Miðgarðr while wielding Mjolnir, a hammer flawed in its construction due to Loki’s mischief.

Despite the shortened handle, Mjolnir is the strongest weapon ever forged; in order to carry the hammer safely, Thor must wear the iron gauntlets Járngreipr. His already-prodigious
strength is increased by his belt, granting him might enough to lift the disguised World Serpent. His regular companion Thjálfi is the best runner and scout in the Nine Worlds, and Thor races across the sky in a cart drawn by two giant, golden goats.

Bold and to the point, Thor is a warrior and guardian born, albeit one as dangerous to his allies as his enemies. When the Jötnar attack Ásgarð every winter, Thor leads the charge without complaint. He knows his role, and he does what is needed to protect those he cares for. He accepts Fate for what it is, and does not attempt to change it like his father. Red-haired with lightning-blue eyes, with a voice that booms as loud as thunder, Thor is as imposing as his Purviews. He does not make his presence known often, but when he does, it is always best to listen.

In modern times, Thor maintains his protective nature. Worn after endless battles, he spends his downtime avoiding conflict — a garage mechanic working on a collection of antique cars, a rock musician, a sound engineer. In the worst situations, he can be found in a ring — usually in small rundown gyms. Heavy thunder clouds tend to form when he is around. Thor is associated with the color red — whether it be red hair and a beard or a more simplistic red hoodie. No matter his size, he cuts an imposing figure, with calloused knuckles, oil under his fingernails, and a crooked nose. Thor expects his Scions to root for the underdog and protect them from would-be bullies. His passion carries through the blood, embodying both his warrior and protective nature.
Hera

Goddess of Marriage

Hera, jealous Hera, sister and wife of Zeus, Queen of the Gods. Her watchful eye is forever on Zeus, yet always he slips away for another conquest, and then the Gods know well to give Hera leave, for her fury is the stuff of literal legend. She claims marriage as her personal fiefdom, and married women in particular, and so marriage rites in ancient Greece were carried out in her name, shepherding young women from Artemis’ patronage to her own. Spurned wives call upon her for restitution, and her vengeance descends upon the offending husband.

In Rome she was Juno, wife of Jupiter and queen of the Gods, Goddess of marriage and of the community. Men and women alike fell under her domain here, of youthful energy and action. Unlike in Greece, here she bore a martial character, and was often portrayed bearing the goatskin Aegis. The kalends of every month of the Roman calendar were hers, Goddess of beginnings and birth as she was.

The modern World pleases Hera little. As mortalkind multiplies, so too do opportunities for Zeus to be unfaithful — seven billion and counting. Meanwhile marriage declines in social importance, particularly in the West, despite every attempt (both on her part and by mortal government) to encourage it. The institution has fundamentally changed in so much of the World from what it was even a few hundred years ago, with the partners making their own decisions in who to marry, doing so out of love of all things, and separating a few years later! Hera has been digging in her heels against this trend in every way imaginable — after all, if she’s stuck with
Zeus, why should mortals be allowed to leave spouses they hate? So far, she’s had little success, and while she blames Zeus for this, it’s mostly out of habit.
Hades

God of the Underworld

Dread Hades, son of Cronus, Lord of the Underworld. The unseen one, who sits forever upon his throne from whence he rules over the land of the dead. No tormenter or torturer he, he offers his hospitality to all those who no longer live, and if that lot is so terrible, there is little he can do about it, for death is death. He is the shepherd of Elysium, where heroes dwell after their exploits have ended. When he ventures forth to the World — a rare occurrence — he wears the Cyclopeforged helm that renders him invisible to all.

The Romans knew him by the common Greek pseudonym Plouton, or Pluto, a word meaning “wealth-giver.” Like the Greeks, few propitiated him directly, though the Eleusinian Mysteries gave him much fame as the abductor and husband of Persephone, the Maiden.

The modern World vexes Hades so, for there is so much of it. Tied as he is to his realm, he is robbed of experience after experience, and though his wife Persephone often acts as an intermediary for that half of the year she lives, it is a poor substitute. His realm grows ever larger by the day, for far more have lived and died than yet live in the World. Mortals greedily scratch the surface of the Underworld in their search for vast wealth—the wise mollify him with sacrifice first. He is not so cruel as mortals may believe, but neither is he a kindly God.
Re

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God of the Sun

Re is the great creator of all, God of the sun, Earth, and the Underworld. The God of many names, the God with no name, his mere presence creates order and justice. Re is the father of many of the other Netjer, and some say he even created himself. He is the oldest of the Netjer, barring only Khnum, the other great creator. Re’s history is hard to pin down, because he goes by so many different names, and if there were any rivals to his might, he cast them down. Only naming him removes his power over others, and only Aset knows his true name, the revelation of which reduced his power to mere divinity.

Re has three different faces, based on the sun: morning, afternoon, and evening. In the morning, he is bright and welcoming, acting on impulse with vibrancy and enthusiasm. In the afternoon, Re is terrible and exacting, demanding action with harsh impunity. In the evening, he is thoughtful and rational, though tired and unwilling to do work. He ventures through the Underworld during this time, where the pantheon entire (and chiefly Set) defends him from Apep.

Today, Re appears as a tall, dark-skinned man with impeccable taste in fashion. He changes persona depending on his mood, sometimes bright and cheery, working as a dance instructor or gardener, sometimes gruff, working within a military command position or doing hard labor, and other times tired, as a retired teacher, or elderly community leader. His Scions adopt one of his three personas, and sometimes shift between them as they grow in power. Usually mellower than their father in whatever aspect they embody, these Scions follow ma’at rigorously, often leaving Balance behind in the pursuit of Justice.
Fukurokuju

Fortune of Longevity and Wisdom

Fukurokuju is one of the oldest Kami, and the only Kami who knows the secret of defeating death and restoring the dead to life. When he arrived in Japan he was already ancient. He is
short, but has a very tall, bald head,with a few whiskers on his face. He always carries his scrolls with him, scrolls that carry his secret wisdom of life over death. He is often accompanied by his three pets, a deer, a turtle, and a crane, pets he acquired when he was just a young Kami.

Modern-day Fukurokuju has gained a reputation as a dirty old man. The Kami say that he often flirts with the other Kami. When asked, Ama-no-Uzume laughs and tells whoever wanted her opinion about Fukurokuju that he knows what he’s doing. To mortals, he often appears as a short or hunchbacked pensioner, old doctor, or retired businessman with a stack of books and a cocky gleam in his eye: that twinkle that says he knows the secrets of the universe, though, in fairness, he knows at least one.

His Scions are many, and some of the oldest Scions in existence, although new ones are being born every day. Many work in medical fields, like geriatrics and oncology. However, a fair number work as research scientists in all areas of medicine. They may have wild and varied sex lives in their free time, but no one complains that they are not hardworking or know what they are talking about.
Obatala

King of the White Cloth

### Aliases

Aníyìkáyé, Òrò Oko Àfín Ení Shojú Shemú, Obàtarìshà, Aládé Shéshéfun, Òrìshà-Ńlá(Yr), Oxalá (Pt)

### Purviews

Artistry (Sculpture), Health, Order, Sky

One should not laugh at a person with protruding teeth because the deformity is caused by the fashioner Òrìshà, who made the teeth without covering them with flesh. Obàtálá is nominally in charge of the Òrìshà, although their wife Yemoja hasn’t noticed, King Shàngó doesn’t care, and you shouldn’t even mention the issue to Odùduwà. We use they/them pronouns because Obàtálá bounces between male and female depending on which camino — that’s what they call Mantles
in Cuba and Puerto Rico — you encounter. Obàtálá’s caminos evince a particularly diverse range of Callings, from his Warrior youth to his sagely old age.

When Obàtálá molded the first humans from clay, Èshù offered them a draught of palm wine. They were too tired and thirsty to realize what exactly they drank until it was too late; Obàtálá’s humans weren’t quite up to code the rest of the day. They still feel bad about it, so they’re now the patron of people with disabilities. Obàtálá was also Ilé-Ifè’s first king before Odùduwà busted in and took over, which is the closest thing there is to a Titanomachy around here.

Many of Obàtálá’s favorite Incarnations help out disabled people. You might find them working in hospital administration, social services, or a nonprofit. They also like to travel, wandering around as a tourist complete with belt pouch and giant camera. Èshù might not be too far behind.