In a realm where gods and goddesses exist terrible things are bound to happen. In this particular realm, are the nine muses each with their own specialty. Clio (History), Urania (Astronomy), Melpomene (Tragedy), Thalia (Comedy), Terpsichore (Dance), Calliope (Epic Poetry), Erato (Love Poetry), Polyhymnia (Songs to the Gods), Euterpe (Lyric Poetry). The one, Melpomene is viscious and though as beautiful as her sisters…she is cruel. clio and urania are light, though conniving, calliope and erato are good friends and conspire agianst the others, though they are quiet in thier ways. polyhymnia likes to cuase chaos ans tattle to thier father, zeus and terpsichore is the only unattractive muse, though er graceful and wonderful body make up for it immensly. euterpe and thalia are mortal enemies, though the others squabble, these two hate each other. The muse of tragedy has many slaves one in particular…Jade. Her personal pet. Each muse has a pet or slave and often are prone to fits and bouts of jelousy, they use their human slaves/lovers as their pawns…what chaos is brewed in a realm of quiet artistic war?

Name: Jade (I will also play melpomene, if you want to play a muse you have to im me first…)

Age: 20, though eternally young; at least until melpomene tires of her.

Description: tall and curvy though she is quiet, she has the most delicate green eyes and bronze skin which first drew melpomene to her. That and the quiet scars that mark a tragic event in her life. Long black hair and delicate frame. Wears what all the other females wear, intricate and beautiful wraps of silk and golds.

Other: a songstress and poet, she is truly the slave to the muse of tragedy. She writes and creates tragedy’s which in turn please her muse. She is quiet, but secretly vicious much like her master and lover. Being her lover disgusts her...but what choice is there…

Erato finished the lst lines to her poetry, and smiled seewtly. SHe loved her poetry, and the love it gave to others. SHe was petit, with a large chest, pale, round face, and beautiful purple eyes. SHe looked around for ehr best friend, Calliope, the godess of Epic poetry. Her own poetry wasnt as long, or as tragic, or as symbolic as Calliope, but Erato's poetry had hte most feeling in it, her words alone had more depth and warmth than the hearts of 100 mortals. SHe arose, wipings the flowers from her dress, taking a step inside, and going of to look for calliope, and hoping father didnt find her.

Name: ((Might i also be Thalia?)) Artimisa
Age: 20
Apperence; Golden haird with huge blue eyes and a curvascious yet slim figure she is a buxom and stauesque woman she wears garments in gold and blue and often wears a golden helm in immatation of her idol athena.
Bio: The half mortle daughter of Thalia and a viking Artimisia is a battle ready beauty with a wicked sense of humor and a tendancy tword mischovisness and malevolence to a slight degree, but she is also wonderfull good humored

Name: Luke

Age: 19

Description: A tall and well built male, with streming dark brown hair. He seems to be a very chatty person. He wheres what all other males do, a dark blue toga.

Other: Though he is the slave of Urania, he's always had a spectacular fetish with the stars and planets. He always ends up gazing into the stars at midnight, and keeps them in tact while Urania is not around. A slave or not, Urania and Luke seem to be somewhat friends.

((Mew of course you can be Thalia!))

melpomene stormed through her chamber sna dspotted jade at her work table. she spat a most visciouis command for her to jion her at the beauty table and help her with her hair. standing quickly and dusting off her hands jade followed her mistress into her bedhchamber and looked at the various cobms. she knew which ones were prtty enough to make her mistress happy when she was in a mood. she kept her eyes down while doing melpomenes hair. "calamity..." melpomene turned around and stilled jades wrist. jade finched ay the nick name, she hated being called calamity...

Artimisia knocked on Melpomene's door. She carried a sheild in one hand and a large goblet of wine in the other, she had been drinking with Appallo until quite recently and she was now quite drunk.
"Melponese's *Hic* where's your hound." She said slurring her words "I need to *Hic* Go out hunting"

melpomene cursed and pulled her hand away form jade and stalked out of the bed chamber and into her parlor. she opened her door and glared at her sister. go fetch terpsichore! she is as good as any hound!" her vioce was regal, but her face red in her anger, only accentuating her beauty.

Luke looked up to Urania, and asked "So, exactly how were all the stars created? I know that they're all great balls of gas, but what I mean is how were they ALL created?" He looked back into the telescope, gazing at the stars. He awaited Urania to answer his moronic question.

((Alex, could you get on yahoo?))

after melpomene had left, jade sat onthe floor for a moment. she hated being here..she sighed and returned to her work. she was writing agian..something that melpomene had helped her with late one night..a pilgrimage of wasps... she sighed as she heard her master yell an insult to another sister and tried to concentrate.

"Alright then." Said Artimisia slumping to the floor in a srunken stupor she saw pink rabits dancing through the halls and singing as well as two or three (Even she was unsure) Red faced Melepone "Whad'ya meanby the way?" She said from her position on the floor her fllor length gl=olden hair was in her face and straggled over the floor

melpomene luaghed and leaned over her sister. "i mean, that our sister looks like a dog! theres only so much grace does. besides..who wants to be inspired by dance?! thats just silly..." she looked at her sister and muttered..."zues's balls you really are a mess..."

((ok im off for the night, and well..sorry mew, melpomene is supposed to be a bitch...))

((S'ok and Arrtimisa is supposed to be a drunkerd just like her father Odin))

((I need someone to play Urania, unless I'm wanted to play the role. Although, I'm not too good with female roles.))

anyone need a slave ..im not the type to be a muse))

((ok, becuase there arent enough of us and two of us are already playing double roles, im making two of the Muses men, that way a few of the guys who will join can role play as a muse as well. Urania and Euterpe are now men...))

great ..though i still have to find a master ...hmmm")

((May I play Urania?))

(sure jay thats fine...))

Urania looked down to Luke. He knew this was an ignorant question, but that he might as well answer it. "Well, Luke. All the stars were created by me, though it took a millenium." He looked up to the starts once again.

PAN

Pan was the god of herds, flocks, fertility, forests, and wildlife. He is known to be a formidable musician, and even challenged the god Apollo to a contest. Pan's instrument of choice was known as the Syrinx. This was a flute that consisted of seven descending sized reeds placed size by side. He was half-man half-goat, with horns, a goat's beard and goat legs. He personifies humanity's animal nature. He was a popular God, though never part of the official Olympian pantheon. Pan has much in common with Dionysos in that he is associated with wine, sex, and passion in general. A Homeric hymn says that he was the son of Hermes by a daughter of Dryops. Pan's mother was frightened by her monstrous offspring, so Hermes took him to Olympus. The Gods were delighted with the child, especially Dionysos, and he was given the name Pan because he made them all happy. (In Greek, Pan means "All").

Birth: Arcadia
Name Meaning: All
Depicted: He is usually depicted as being half-goat and half-man.
Father: Hermes
Mother: Penelope
Roman Name: Faunus
Special Object: Syrinx (Pipe)
Cult Center: Arcadia, Athens


Pan sat at the fountain and placing his emptied wine globlet at its edge began to play a haunting melody on his pipes. This usually brought the others out for a little bit of revery. It had been awhile since he had played here. He hoped the muses would find the melody infectious. He was ready for a long overdue romp. The cobblestone courtyard begins to fill with deer, birds, vines and flowers as the music begins to take effect. Naked Nyads materiaize out of thin air and begin to dance about the Gods bandy legs. With a smirk Pan jumps up and begins to cavort with the spirits all the while playing the lilting music.

i need a master .." cries"))

((I'll join this RP too, but it will have to wait until tomorrow... Bye all. And, anyone need a person to make thier character work?))

I NEED A MASTER .... cause i want to be a slave ....so badly....can be mistreated ..i dont mind ))

((Ok... No problem, but I want to be a Male Master.... How about I'm Urania, and you are my slave, Luna? That would also be helping you out at the same time, Exodus...))

I be playing Urania, mate. Sorry.))

((If you don't mind a female master Thalia will do it))

((No problemo. I'll be Euterpe. You can be my slave, Luna.))

ok ... thanx sooo much hyldon one thing ..can u start me off ,.....i dont know how to start?...thanx again ))

((Anything for you, Slave...))

Euterpe, or Euter as he was most foten known made his way into the stables, tetering his horse to the booth it remained in while he was gone. He looked back for his slave, though she was onfoot, slow and young. He growled as he waited, knowing she hated oing hunting with him, especially the long trek there and back. He flattened his jet black lock and stroked his horse as he waited, patienly, reciting the nw poem he had made last night.

she quickened her pace as she approuched the stables ...and walked to her master ....she didnt like hunting ..it was cruel..but Sireana did everythign for her master ...ever if she hatered it ..and always did it with a smile upon her small pale face ...she moved her long golden wavy hair out of her face reveling her emerald green eyes and pink lips ..she did this often cause her hair got in her veiw causing her to fall over all the time ..or drop cups or sets thigns on fire ..but she never cut it ...never
Sireana was a young charming girl at the age of 16 years old..she had long lush hair ,,,but was thin and rather small in height ...Sirena wore only a simply green dress ..strappy green dress with no design on it ..no jewels ...no frill ..nothing ...but the dress did brighten up her eyes more ...on her feet she wore simple green shoes also ..she had no coat ...no jumper ..the only thing she had which was hers was a locket which she wore around her slender pale neck..It was a small locket ..heart shaped with 2 roses in twined against each other ..one red one white ..on the back of the locket " we will always love u ..our dear sireana " was written ...it was from her mother and father who were killed by some creature ..thats why she always keeps the locket close to her heart ...so she wont ever forget the family she used to have instead of the father like master she has now


"i am sorry master ...please forgive my rudeness...i..i..i triped back at the stone staircase ..and hurt my ankle slightly ..please forgive me master " a small delicate voice said ..so gentle and flowing almost angelic ..but not quite ..she bowed to her master as she approuched his horse shivering slightly ...she carried his gun with her and handed it to him as she bowed her head and stood in silence .. "

He growled at her and pulled the gun from her grip, placing it over his shoulder, "I should have used such a weapon on you months back." he said with a slight grunt. He growled and pulled of his long green trench-coat, showing tha he wore black pnats and a white shirt. He looked down at her and said, "That hair shall be cut my tomorrow, Sireana, I don't care how." He sighed and lookd at his horse, patting it gently he finally smiled and said, "My dear Erasme, old age is catching up with you, use time wisely as I do." He looked back at the slave and grunted, "Come," before walking of with large strides back to the Manor. e knew his many sisters hated the way he tauht slaves, but it was not his fault that they had been put into slavery, was it?

she grasped her hair tightly " NO MASTER PLEASE NOt MY HAIR " she said fallign to her knees ..small tears began to trickle down her cheeks...she didnt want to lose her hair ...she loved her hair ..it was the only thing she loved about herself " please sir ..not my ahir ...anythign else but my hair ...i ask for nothing ..nothign at all ...this one time i ask u not to cut me hair ....please master ..dont do this " she said tears running down her cheeks turnign her happy self ...sad and upset ..she wanted to hurt herself so much right .or wanted to hurt him ...she was soo confused ...she cried more ...the tears dripping on to her lips making them glow ..her emerald green eyes sparklign like diamonds..she wished she was anywhere but here ..anywhere"

Artimisa walked in. Tall, regal, and still somewhat tipsy.
"whatch you doing to the girl, poor thing." She said with a druken smile "c'mere." She said. Artimisa was sympathetic, anyone who even touched her floor length golden locks would probably end up dead, she of course kept it pulled back with a golden scarf made for her by Athena as a present for her 100th birthday ages ago. Thalia meanwhile sat in her chambers veiwing the future through a magical mirrior, she was a beautiful woman with long jet black hair and dancing green eyes, the future she happend to be viewing was a living room tv show which was showing saturday night live. she wore nothing but a short semi transparent white robe and golden sandals, she had just come from a bath and her pale skin was still dewy with moisture

are u saying come here to sireana or her master?))

((i doubt if even she is sure, she probably sees six of both of them))

oh right ....well Sireana has been told her masters cutting her hair ..and she really really doesnt want it cut ..and she has NO friends what so ever"))

((Artimisa isn't her freind, she just drunk, I'm sure whasis name will get her too shove off at some point, or she may collapse))

Euter looked at the slave and nodded, "It will happen, Sireana, either that or you can go hunting with me every day from now on." He smirked at her, wondering what she would decide. He would make her go anyway, if she had her hair cut or not. Growling at the drunkard he pushed er away from Erasme and said, "Sireana does not need you telling her to come."

Artimisa fell in a tangle of golden robes and hair. She made a noise reminicent of
"Graumph." as she fell. This rosed her slightly "So sorry Euter, as you could probably tell I was not myself, may I make it up to you somehow, my mother will be very angry if she finds I have offended her favorite brother." She said politly, emphisising favorite, it was lucky Artimisa was a good drinking companion or she would have gotten herself killed long before this she was direcpectful and boisterus. Although she looked like one of the beautiful and refind greek goddesses her temperment was pure viking, she liked fighting, and carousing as much as her famed father

i dont which master ..i hate hunting ...but i love me hair ...please master ..give em a day to decide ....this is a big thing for me ...and the woman was only asking if i was ok ..." she said wiping her tears away her hand ...she moved away to her own horse ..he gave her Maria when he was pleased with her ...he treated her like a daughter...a daughter he neve had but always wanted ....she quickly hitched up on maria and patted her side " my fair maria ... take me with my master ..." she said in the lanuage of her ansesters....which onlny she and the horse could understand ...she held the reins tightly and awaited her masters command"


btw madam ..i said sireana has no friends ....and master ....sometimes u can treat sireana like ur daughter if u want then be nasty or whatever ..ok ...hope im doing good so far"))

((Your doing fine, incedentally is ther a plot that's been worked out before hand that I'm butting into?))
Artimisa looked at the horse "A fine beast that is." She said glancing up "Strange how emotions for ones servant may change so quickly, one moment pleased with them enough to allow them such an animal the next a cruel choice, how odd and changable is nauture."

on the other side of the large manor that the many of them shared, jade was just disrobing melpomene so that she may take ehr nap. she kept her eyes low as she slid the delicarte and flowing frabric from her shoulders and moced to the large bed to turn down the silkcovers. she stood by and wauted while melpomene, slient at this time, got into the bed. jade looked at her and asked if she would need further assistance. her masters sudden changes always frightend ehr. she often went to strict cruelty to sudden silent saddness. she sighed and left the chambers as she realized that melpomene would be in bed for hours yet. jade didnt want to work on her poetry and she hardly cared enough ti take care of other chores, she had servants of her ownt that melpomene had provided her for when things had to be done, and she was wanted as a play thing. deciding to go out, jade put on her lavender wrap and a pretty cold cual to hold her hair, and moved silently through the halls ont he way to the auterium to look at a few of the flowers.

yes mam ..how strange it is ....but no matter what my master does ..to me ..i will always do what he says..and he gave this to me last year ...maria is no beast ..shes a beautiful creature ...a white ghost among the darkness " sireana said looking at the woman then bowed her head with repect "

"Ah you see to me they are virtually the same, a beast is a creature, is an animal, is a human." she said slyly, eyeing the horse, seeing the intellegence in its eyes "Your master is my uncle I assume, most muse are changable in attatude tword they're servants, I am neither, my mother however is Thalia. It is nice to make your aquantence"

The Master growled at the drunkard but nodded his head to her, "You are fine, m'lady." he said with a smile as he shot his glance back at Sireana, "Come, Sireana, we must return in time for..." but then he stoped, not wanting her to know. He just waved a slight gesue for her to follow and made his way to the mansion, swift giant steps marking his path in the grass. He looked back at his niece and said, "Come. If sireana cannot decide yet, then we shall make her decide."

she bowed her head polietly and softly " and i ....i am Sireana" she said ..her voice so soft and flowing so sweet " she looked back up and patted her hourse again " u my beauty ...u will live forever ..no matter what our master says " sireana says to the horse in kilnock( the lanuage of her ansesters that i spoek about before)....she knew the horse understood since she tilted her head back ever so slightly ....sireana smiled ..for the first time ..in a long time "

((Neice, his sister's lounging around her apartments being lazy, and veiwing what is to come))
"If you wish." said Artimisa, "How may I help?" She asked, one of the few olympian ideals her mother had maneged to pound into her head was respect for her elders. Although capable of kindness Artimisa had an odd tendancy tword being deeply caulous when it came to her hide versus someone elses, she personally was very found of her hide and would not want her remarkably cruel uncle injuring it or its owner in any way especially when it came down to defending a slave

on or off horse))


she bowed and followed her master ...without hesitation ..." yes master" she said bowing her head in shame as she followed him "

jade ran her hands lightly across the detialed walls on her way to the flowers. she smiled a tragic smile to herself and once she finaly reached her destination she merely sat by the large magical stram that ran int he indoor forest like area. she knew that she could get into a lot of trouble for being in here, but then agian, who was better at puishment than her own master. and quite frankly, at times such as htis, she got away with anything she wanted. she slipped her toes into the warm water and let the flowers touch her pale arms. she did not belong a slave to tragedy, she had once been light and happy. now her only moments of peace were when she wrote, and even then, her work was always morbid and disgusting. she stood in the small stram a long time, just her eyes closed, looking like a beautiful nymph as she merely raised her face to the sun that shone in and let her hair fall form its gold cual and cascade down her back.

((Off, unless you want her to be more hurt than she is in for... Just to verify this, you are both Ok with violence, and it may become extreme, but not too extreme, No killing or such, just tell me if it gets too bad, I often get carried away...))

Eutre looked at his Niece and said, "she will be whipped." He said nothing more just looked at his slave briefly before going to the door of the manor. He went inside and looked at Sireana, "Send that beast to the stables, slave, you will come with me."