Shop Forum More Submit  Join Login
About Varied / Professional Official Beta Tester Roy WestermanMale/United States Group :iconearth-27: Earth-27
 
Recent Activity
Deviant for 10 Years
4 Month Core Membership
Statistics 1,541 Deviations 13,644 Comments 820,048 Pageviews

Newest Deviations

ObMod - Family Secrets Part 21 by Roysovitch ObMod - Family Secrets Part 21 :iconroysovitch:Roysovitch 13 24 ObMod - Family Secrets Part 20 by Roysovitch ObMod - Family Secrets Part 20 :iconroysovitch:Roysovitch 15 7 ObMod - Family Secrets Part 19 by Roysovitch ObMod - Family Secrets Part 19 :iconroysovitch:Roysovitch 21 13 ObMod - Family Secrets Part 18 by Roysovitch ObMod - Family Secrets Part 18 :iconroysovitch:Roysovitch 21 11 Em Parker (Earth-27) sleepover edit by Roysovitch Em Parker (Earth-27) sleepover edit :iconroysovitch:Roysovitch 41 36 Em Parker (Earth-27) casual edit by Roysovitch Em Parker (Earth-27) casual edit :iconroysovitch:Roysovitch 38 47 [Earth-27: Oracle Files] Leon Meager by Roysovitch [Earth-27: Oracle Files] Leon Meager :iconroysovitch:Roysovitch 27 49 [Earth-27: Oracle Files] Tatiana Forcier (1/2) by Roysovitch [Earth-27: Oracle Files] Tatiana Forcier (1/2) :iconroysovitch:Roysovitch 37 11 [Earth-27: Oracles Files] Buddy MacCulloch by Roysovitch [Earth-27: Oracles Files] Buddy MacCulloch :iconroysovitch:Roysovitch 33 24
Mature content
NeOlympus [Chapter Seventeen] :iconroysovitch:Roysovitch 13 3
Mature content
NeOlympus [Chapter Sixteen] :iconroysovitch:Roysovitch 14 1
Mature content
NeOlympus [Chapter Fifteen] :iconroysovitch:Roysovitch 11 2
Mature content
NeOlympus [Chapter Fourteen] :iconroysovitch:Roysovitch 12 4
Mature content
NeOlympus [Chapter Thirteen] :iconroysovitch:Roysovitch 10 4
Literature
NeOlympus [Chapter Twelve]
The satyr's hooves clacked on the baked tile floor as his lips smacked and his teeth chewed on some candied root. He sniffed and chuckled as he strolled around the scorched patterns in the floor and deeper into the cabin. With a smile, he sidled up to the other figure in the residence, the tall goddess with dark, smooth skin and beautiful red locks. "So, it is true…"
Demeter had spied the satyr's entrance and if he were any other satyr, he would have been turned around before he had set hoof in the cabin, let alone got this near to her. Not that she had anything against satyrs. She just wished not to be disturbed and had instructed the nymphs outside to facilitate that… but this was Pan. He was more than a satyr; he was a god by his own right.
"Yes," said Demeter after a long pause. "Artemis and Apollo were assaulted. Both nearly killed."
"Nearly?" asked Pan, scratching his scalp near one of the two horns.
With a sigh and a nod, Demeter retreated from the back room and retu
:iconRoysovitch:Roysovitch
:iconroysovitch:Roysovitch 10 6
Be My Valentine (Alt) by Roysovitch Be My Valentine (Alt) :iconroysovitch:Roysovitch 27 2

Random Favourites

Robin 4.0 (Stephanie Brown) commission by phil-cho Robin 4.0 (Stephanie Brown) commission :iconphil-cho:phil-cho 510 25 Robin 3.0 (Tim Drake) commission by phil-cho Robin 3.0 (Tim Drake) commission :iconphil-cho:phil-cho 544 24 Robin 2.0 (Jason Todd) commission by phil-cho Robin 2.0 (Jason Todd) commission :iconphil-cho:phil-cho 586 43 The First Robin (Dick Grayson) commission by phil-cho The First Robin (Dick Grayson) commission :iconphil-cho:phil-cho 557 46 Batman (Dick Grayson) by phil-cho Batman (Dick Grayson) :iconphil-cho:phil-cho 409 30 Batman (Earth-27) commission by phil-cho Batman (Earth-27) commission :iconphil-cho:phil-cho 569 35 Batman JL (Earth-27) commission by phil-cho Batman JL (Earth-27) commission :iconphil-cho:phil-cho 471 28 Alfred Pennyworth commission by phil-cho Alfred Pennyworth commission :iconphil-cho:phil-cho 387 31 Steve Trevor (Earth-27) commission by phil-cho Steve Trevor (Earth-27) commission :iconphil-cho:phil-cho 203 16 Nubia (Earth-27) commission by phil-cho Nubia (Earth-27) commission :iconphil-cho:phil-cho 372 44 Aresia (Earth-27) commission by phil-cho Aresia (Earth-27) commission :iconphil-cho:phil-cho 365 46 Circe (Earth-27) commission by phil-cho Circe (Earth-27) commission :iconphil-cho:phil-cho 353 38 Queen Hippolyta (Earth-27) commission by phil-cho Queen Hippolyta (Earth-27) commission :iconphil-cho:phil-cho 432 45 Requiem (Earth-27) commission by phil-cho Requiem (Earth-27) commission :iconphil-cho:phil-cho 347 55 Diana of Themyscira (Earth-27) commission by phil-cho Diana of Themyscira (Earth-27) commission :iconphil-cho:phil-cho 751 71 Zoom (Earth-27) commission by phil-cho Zoom (Earth-27) commission :iconphil-cho:phil-cho 395 75

Discord Fan Chat

JOIN THE FUN, HERE:
discord.gg/aKDd2AU

New to Earth-27?

What is Earth-27?

Earth-27 is a dynamic reinvention of the DC Comics Universe, created by Roy Westerman. Combining the best elements of various timelines and continuities together, it is intended to be a more simple and user-friendly version. Created in memory of Joshua Westerman, Roy’s stillborn son, it began simply as the villains of Arkham Asylum and expanded into the rest of Gotham and beyond. Within it you will find classic characters reinvigorated, original characters bursting upon the scene, and composite characters made of combining the best elements of others. All drawn with the same magnificence by Phil Cho phil-cho , and then used by Roy to create files summarizing said character’s history within Earth-27, mostly told from the viewpoint of Oracle, Barbara Gordon.

(explanation by E27 fan Narnil )


What do I need to know about Earth-27?

Earth-27 is created through donations made at www.gofundme.com/Earth27Projec… and www.patreon.com/Roysovitch . It a passion project, meaning that I do this as a hobby and for therapeutic purposes. I do not make a living off of Earth-27 and funds given to me for this project are always rolled back into the project in some fashion (commissioning art is the biggest expense, but we also need to buy online storage space for the full res artwork and assets and other miscellaneous expenses that may pop up). The artwork done by Phil Cho is done at a fraction of his normal costs so this should be considered a passion project for him as well.

Most of the characters in Earth-27 are based off characters from the DC Universe’s comic continuities, as well as from related movies, video games, television series (both live action and animated), and so forth. The Creators of Earth-27 do not own, nor do we claim to own, these characters. In our effort to pay homage to the DC Comics, which we love, many of our storylines both “current” and featured in character backstories are inspired by or adapted from those of those previously mentioned mediums.

In Earth-27, we also have a limited number of original characters, composite characters, and fan-submitted characters. Original and fan-submitted characters are the intellectual property of their respective creators and are featured in Earth-27 through special arrangement and/or partnership.

If you would like to feature Earth-27’s content via social media or by way of a fan-site, we only ask that you credit DC Comics, as well as Roy Westerman and Phil Cho. If you make any alterations to the original material, we ask that request permission to do so or explain what it is you have altered.



I’m new. Where do I begin? What should I know?

Earth-27 has a few rules and guidelines to keep in mind with its narrative.

Rule #1: No Time Travel

In Earth-27, time only ticks forward. Time might be slowed, sped up, stopped, or bypassed but it cannot be reversed. As a result, some characters’ origins may have been reworked to allow them to feature in Earth-27 (such as Booster Gold or the Reverse-Flash). The decision to do this was to establish a world with real consequences and to avoid messy time travel storylines.

Rule #2: No Access to Parallel Earths

Similar to above, for a reason explored in the narrative, Earth-27 is part of the multiverse but is also isolated from it. In fact, it’s part of its own fragment of reality where there exists its own versions of dimensions such as heaven, hell, Olympus, Azarath, its own speed force, etc. But in its own pocket multiverse, there exists no other Earth except its own. As a result, some characters (like Power Girl) have different origins or are omitted entirely by design.

Rule #3: The Timeline is Alive

Due to some production difficulties, this rule is currently being relaxed. When it is in effect, our present day is the present day of Earth-27. Likewise, if you add ten years, that is the day of Earth-27’s projected future series: 2027.

Currently, the “present day” of Earth-27 is mid-June, 2017 and early February, 2027 in 2027. These are subject to change according to story needs.

Rule #4: Power is Finite

Similar to Rules 1 and 2, there is a story reason for why things are different in Earth-27. Some characters (such as Superman) have drastically different power levels than they do in other continuities. Other characters may have different powers entirely or their powers may work in a totally different fashion. This is all by design for the most part.

Guideline #1: Death is (often) Final

As part of Earth-27’s commitment to making a timeline with consequences, character death is rare and when it does happen, it tends to remain that way. There are some exceptions (like Jason Todd) but in those circumstances, there are usually very serious reprucussions that come with it. Characters coming back from the dead is an exceptional event and is not something regarded as a certainty within the confines of Earth-27.

Guideline #2: Not Everyone Is The Same

Characters in Earth-27 may have different personalities, be involved in different relationships, have different origin stories, or even have different superhero identities. While most characters should remain identifiable or familiar, there are a number of exceptions.

As mentioned earlier, Earth-27 also has composite characters (a fusion of one or more characters, usually condensed into a single character).

Guideline #3: Exploration and Experimentation, not Expectation

Due to the compression of all the above rules and guidelines, and to help Earth-27 stand on its own, we advise you not to ever expect a certain outcome. Things that seem to be a multiversal constant may not hold true in Earth-27. Different kinds of Kryptonite exist on Earth-27, speedsters can’t time travel, Superman cannot fly at lightspeed or survive the vacuum of space indefinitely, Batman and Green Arrow were trained by the League of Assassins (and may have killed people during that time), and Lex Luthor is a well-respected businessman and recently elected President (despite Superman’s insistance that he is up to no good).



A (Kinda) Brief History of Earth-27 (A Primer for New Readers and Refresher for Veterans)

While there have always been mysteries in this world, things that could not be explained by the science of the time, things like tales of an immortal caveman, a hidden sanctuary where time flowed differently, a winged man and woman that appeared throughout time, a woman who fought among better than any men in the Hundred Year War, and a hidden enclave of assassins answering to a man whose willpower was so strong to defy aging. But these things seemed confined to the realm of legend and myth for the longest time. As a result, the history of this world was largely identical to our own.

There were major events that are worth mentioning, such as the meteor storm that hit the world in 1978, spreading meteor rock from the American midwest to the jungles of Africe and then another one a few days later scattered remnants from Siberia to the Pacific. Or the deaths of the Waynes in 1980 that plunged the city of Gotham into urban decline, inviting the city’s criminal element to seize power left in the wake of the death of such prominent figures.

Still, however, the eighties continued on. The Cold War reached its climax and then faded away. The Berlin Wall came down and life went on, remaining normal for the most part.

In the nineties, however, strange reports of unusual activity caught the media’s attention. The government began investigating what would alter be known as the metahuman crisis. The cause for this sudden emergence of the meta-gene among the human populace has still yet to be indentified but rumors are that the meteor storm may have introduced alien particles into the atmosphere that had an effect on the human genome, causing the meta-gene mutation to develop (or merely increased its likelihood as there are known examples that pre-date the meteor storm).

And then the world had a real shake-up when a man stepped out of the shadows dressed like a bat. It was the late nineties and this “Batman” took Gotham by storm. After a while, the world seemed to be erupting with these costumed vigilantes: a scarlet speedster in Central City, a caped flying man in Metropolis, an emerald archer in Star City, a screaming bombshell, and a woman clad in armor rescuing a downed fighter emerging from the waters on a beach in Florida.

These six would become symbols for a movement on the rise. Metahumans, aliens, and well-trained vigilantes began taking up the cause, fighting for the greater good against crime and injustice. It took some time, but eventually they became known as heroes.

As if to oppose the rise of heroes, there was also a rise of so-called “villains”, eccentric criminals, evil metahumans, and would be alien overlords challenged these heroes and as the threat grew worst, heroes began forming teams. The most well-known of these teams was the ‘super friends’, the six most iconic heroes in the early days joining forces in a loose alliance to deal with the larger threats.

These ‘super friends’ (a name they were given by the speedster known as The Flash) would later be the first to earn the title of ‘superhero’ when the rogue alien-created A.I. known as “Brainiac” came to Earth on New Years Eve of 2003, seeking the hero of Metropolis known as Superman. The super friends stood up to the invader when no one else seemed capable and with the help of a new ally, the so-called Manhunter of Mars, the super friends pushed the invader back and saved the world.

After this valiant display, the United States government decided that these heroes had earned some reprieve and possessed talents which could benefit the nation as a whole. Thus the first government sanctioned superhero team was born: the Justice League of America.

The JLA was a hit. The heroes were given special authority to uphold the law, in exchange for undertaking the occasional mission for the government, appearing at special events, and being at the disposal of the U.S. President. As part of this arrangement, the JLA was given a lot of freedom as to how they would conduct themselves and were mostly allowed to govern themselves.

Among the first recruits to the Justice League were two representatives of an interplanetary police force known as the Lantern Corps. They were welcomed additions to the team, as were other heroic figures like Captain Marvel, Icon, Aquaman and his queen. The US Military’s own homegrown superhero was even allowed to join, given the name Captain Atom.

Batman’s young proteges, Robin and Batgirl, were not allowed to join the JLA due to their young age, which they did not believe was fair due to their contributions to the ‘super friends’. Instead, the young heroes were given a second option. With private backers, a sort of clubhouse and sort of training academy was built for them and other teenage heroes in the San Francisco Bay, near the relatively quiet town of Jump City. This haven for halfling heroes was a distinctly shaped building dubbed ‘Titans Tower’.

Then, in October of 2006, tragedy stuck the JLA and the Titans. Batman’s apprentice, the second Robin, was kidnapped by the Clown Prince of Crime, the Joker.

For five days, Robin was tortured over an internet broadcast which had been set up by the Riddler. No one could track the source and thus were forced to watch in helpless horror as the maniacal clown subjected the boy to cruel acts and vicious beatings before he capped it off with a final vote, leaving the boy’s fate up to the Internet as a whole. Though Batman tried to hack the vote, he could not and was forced to watch as the Joker’s sick personality won out over common sense and in a 51/49 split, Robin’s death triumphed over sanity.

Five days later, on Halloween night of 2006 an unmasked and dead Robin was chained up to the Bat-Signal, signalling the boy’s mentor to claim the body and admit that he had failed.

As Robin was unmasked for the world to see in the course of his murder, Bruce Wayne had to call a number of press conferences to publically denounce the JLA and call for their disbanding. This was both out of grief for his devastating loss, but also a calculated effort to conceal the fact that Batman was in fact Bruce Wayne. After a number of public events that caught the media attention where J’onn J’onnz, Clark Kent, Barry Allen, Oliver Queen, and even Alfred Pennyworth on one occasion stood in for Batman so as to allow the public to see Bruce Wayne and Batman at the same time, the public began to release their suspicions about Bruce Wayne being Batman. Then with Bruce Wayne’s testimony before the US Senate, the JLA was officially disbanded.

This ushered in a dark time. The Justice League of America was no more and while heroes typically kept to their home cities, there was a united effort among the founding members of the JLA to bring the Joker to justice. Codenamed: Operation Thrillkiller, the former members of the JLA changed the colors of their uniforms to black and orange in solidarity to remember what had been done on Halloween, this would be a tradition they continue to this day on Halloween night.

In Gotham, these dark times only got darker (as things tend to do in Gotham) when on the anniversary of Jason Todd’s death, the League of Assassins set off an artificial earthquake in Gotham, timed with explosives on the city’s bridges, and a coordinated unleashing of powerful weaponry to the city’s criminals and a mass escape at both Blackgate Prison and Arkham Asylum. This day and the time that followed as since been coined ‘The Cataclysm of Gotham’.

With Gotham declared a No Man’s Land by the US government, Batman was left to restore order in Gotham. Easier said than done, that was a task made more difficult by the Four Horsemen; a quartet of specially trained assassins trained (and in some cases ‘designed’) to bring batman to his breaking point before destroying him completely, a final reckoning for his previous betrayal of the League of Assassins.

But the second Horseman, the assassin now known as Bane, got carried away and after beating the Dark Knight to within an inch of his life, he strayed from the plan and tried to kill the Batman by throwing him over the side of the GCPD Headquarters. Batman was able to grapnel to safety where he was picked up by his new apprentice Tim Drake and his faithful friend Alfred Pennyworth who managed to get him to safety.

While Bruce was recovering, his first protégé, Dick Grayson stepped in to become the new Batman and help restore order in Gotham.

While Gotham was under siege, Dick’s friend and former Titan, Victor Stone (aka: Cyborg) saw a need for a team of heroes that would handle any crisis that occurred in cities without a dedicated protector or who could investigate other matters of concern without violating the U.S. government ban on the JLA acting in international affairs. So he set up shop inside an old secret training and meeting facility that the ‘super friends’ used to use, in the quiet East Coast town of Happy Harbor. This secret team was never given a name, but Cyborg liked to call it ‘Young Justice’ on account of most of its members being teenagers and young adults.

After the Cataclysm had run its course, Amanda Waller saw an opportunity to establish an international agency dedicated to pusuing global threats and investigating the rise of meta-crime. The result was ARGUS, a United Nations’ sanctioned intelligence operation overseen by Maxwell Lord, with Amanda Waller herself as the deputy director.

Under the umbrella of ARGUS, the JLA founders and original members were invited back to found a new team, an international team simply known as the Justice League. So, in April of 2009, the Justice League returned with a larger roster than ever and through recruiting initiatives known as Justice League International, Justice League United, and Justice League Action, they were given the power to continuously expand their roster.

The new Justice League was also given access to a state-of-the-art orbital satellite and space station known as the Watchtower. Though most of the large facility is manned by ARGUS staff, the Justice League was given control over about a quarter of the space station for their own use and once again were mostly allowed to operate as they saw fit, though they were given an ARGUS handler in Steve Trevor, who brought a team of hand-picked ARGUS agents with him to assist the Justice League’s endeavors.

The Lantern Corps also expanded as the increasing rise of metahuman criminals and aliens interested in Earth concerned the Guardians on Oa, so they approved the commission of a Lantern Taskforce of additional Lanterns to Earth’s system (Sector 2814).

In 2012, the criminal Bane made headlines again, when he orchestrated another mass release of inmates at the Blackgate Prison and then blew it up, leaving Gotham with a surplus of criminals and nowhere to put them. Stryker’s Island took a portion of the burden for a time, but the real relief came when the Wayne Foundation financed an expansion to Arkham Asylum, transforming it from an aging mental health institution into a state of the art prison complex… so state of the art, in fact, that ARGUS itself chose to partner with the institution in 2016 to expand it further to allow the housing of ARGUS’s most wanted offenders.

This sets the stage for Earth-27 and should allow you to dive in to the Oracle Files and other material to find out more. I hope you enjoy your stay in Earth-27 and feel free to check back on this journal as I will continue to add other insights in here as I feel the need.



The Secret Origin of Earth-27 (For Those Interested in the Metaphysical Aspects)

Once upon a time, before Rebirths and reboots, there was once a gathering of the Multiverse’s Monitors: 52 to be exact. At this gathering, plans were discussed, ideas were exchanged, and stories were shared. During this gathering, the 27th Monitor had a revelation, realized where things were heading and though he tried to warn the others, no one took him seriously.

Knowing that his days were numbered, the 27th Monitor returned to the part of the Multiverse he chronicled and tore it asunder, breaking it down to its base components and taking that with him as he fled deep into the dimensional Bleed between the worlds.

Once far from the reaches of the other Monitors and anything else that might seek to stop him, the 27th Monitor created his own barriers or ‘Murums’ of Time, Space, Logic, and Belief. Once the four metaphysical walls were in place, the Monitor began creating the Multiverse to his own liking (a ‘Microverse’ if you will). Much of what was created had been modeled after that which had been done before to create stability, with only minor tweaks as needed to fit within the confines of the Monitor’s vision.

To conserve energy, the Monitor dialed down the powers of many powerful beings, especially those that could rival his own (his own powers declining due to exerting himself to stretch this limited power further, sapping additional power from the Source itself and from unknown variables). Still needing more power, the Monitor also removed time travel from the equation of this new multiverse and only created one realm of reality, not bothering with the creation of parallel Earths. As time went on, the Monitor became curious as to the happenings in the original multiverse and sent scouts to travel through the Bleed and investigate.

While waiting for his scouts to return, the Monitor settled into a quiet life in his favorite city of the Multiverse, Gotham City. To assess the integrity of his creation, the Monitor assumed the appearance and identity of a human and took a job that gave him the means needed to be able to speak with some of the Multiverse’s most iconic beings.

When the scouts finally returned with their report, the Monitor incorporated some of these ideas into his new Multiverse but ignored much of what was reported to him. With the scouts’ purpose complete, the Monitor attempted to dismiss them from existence but found that the energies of the Bleed had changed them, making them partially immune to the Monitor’s whims and thus the Monitor got creative and tweaked the scouts. The scouts that were most successfully reshaped became beings that would not be taken seriously by the rest of the characters within the Multiverse: beings like Ambush Bug, Bat-Mite, and Mr. Mxyzptlk. The other scouts were locked away in the depths of the multiverse for fear of them derailing everything… in hopes that a cure could be found.

Those scouts that were locked away however began to change. Kept in such close proximity for too long, the energies of Bleed began to fuse, pulling them together and reshaping them into a singular being forged by their shared hate of the one who had done this to them. In time, they grew strong enough to break free of their prison and took a name reflective of the eternal nemesis of their captor’s race: the Anti-Monitor!

After hearing of the Anti-Monitor’s escape, the Monitor began formulating a strategy to beat the Anti-Monitor. Knowing that the scouts that had made up the new Anti-Monitor were well-versed in the strengths and weaknesses of the beings that the Monitor had recreated from the old Multiverse, the Monitor put his Harbinger to task with finding the artifacts created through chance and circumstance, beings unique to this new Multiverse: original characters.

These beings would become the Monitor’s secret weapons against the Anti-Monitor, should that abomination ever arrive to threaten the gem at the center the Monitor’s creation: Earth-27.

Which would you rather see the week after next? 

57%
115 deviants said Chloe Sullivan & Aquaman (Variant) - Regularly scheduled portraits
43%
86 deviants said Danielle Cassidy & Blue Devil (Super Brawl contest prize)

Groups

Twitter

Which would you rather see the week after next? 

57%
115 deviants said Chloe Sullivan & Aquaman (Variant) - Regularly scheduled portraits
43%
86 deviants said Danielle Cassidy & Blue Devil (Super Brawl contest prize)

Pride

LOVE IS LOVE

Made with pride by the DeviantArt community BROWSE ALL ART

Activity


ObMod - Family Secrets Part 20
Special thanks to these deviants:
:iconearth27fangirl: :icontheblakebuz: :iconrozkyontherocks: :iconsassmos09:

Trollgirl and Tatiana by Earth27FanGirl
Continuity Cop by TheBlakeBuz
Mr. Wiki by Rozkyontherocks
Jasonstroke by sassmos09

ObMod sponsored by GhostlyElegance
Loading...
ObMod - Family Secrets Part 18
Special thanks to these deviants:
:icondkalban: :iconfoxy-knight: :iconearth27fangirl:
And a very big thank you to Dkalban for sponsoring this ObMod!
Loading...

Tatiana Forcier

Fri Feb 23, 2018, 11:44 AM

Tatiana Forcier (Earth-27) commission by phil-cho
 BIOGRAPHICAL INFORMATION


Legal Name

Tatiana Forcier (née Janvier)


Known Aliases

Lacene Guillory (Cover Name), Mystic, Euyun Batini (League Title), Mystical Eyes (Translation of League Title)


Relatives

Monique Forcier (Spouse)


Affiliation

League of Assassins: Member

Lamda Psi Sorority: Chapter Chaperone


Date of Birth

October 3rd, 1990


Occupation

Fortune Teller


Employer

Self-Employed


Marital Status

Married: Monique Forcier (Wife)


Residence (Primary)

Lamda Psi Sorority House

512 University Row

Burnside, Gotham City, NJ


Residence (Secondary)

Mobile - League of Assassins


PHYSICAL INFORMATION


Race

Metahuman


Gender

Female


Orientation

Lesbian


Hair Color

Brown


Eye Color

Gray


Height

5' 11" / 1.8 m


Weight

142 lbs /65 kg


1990 - 2006

I should begin by saying much of what I am about to say concerning the background of this mysterious woman has been unverified, most likely due to a cover-up by Tatiana herself or her benefactors in the League of Assassins. I do not know her surname prior to her marriage and I have my doubts as to Tatiana being her real given name. But let's just begin, shall we? 

Suposedly Tatiana is the daughter of an engineer and medical researcher from Grenoble, France. At a young age, her meta-gene activated and though she tried to hide the fact that she was developing psychic powers, it was not difficult for people to ascertain that something was off and unsettling about young Tatiana.

While the family was visiting family in England, Tatiana lashed out at her cousin for calling her a freak. Not intending anything more than a cruel remark, Tatiana told her cousin to go kill himself and her nascent powers opened the young boy's mind, overwhelming his self-preservation instincts, and caused him to take a running leap out the window of his family's fifth story apartment.


The police did not believe Tatiana's story and she was tried for her cousin's murder, but on grounds of her aparent mental instability she was sent to Ravenscar Secure Hospital to serve out her sentence. Except, she never arrived there, The van transporting her to the facility was stopped by The Swiss and two associates who needed to infiltrate the mental asylum. Tatiana was left alive but bound and due to crew's need to make a quick escape, she was abducted. When the assassins learned of her abilities they decided to bring her back to Ra's.

Interested in the girl, Ra's gave her to El Penitente who performed a number of experiments on her, strengthening her psychic abilities and using he aura to enrich her cells and augment her psysique to superb leves. Eventually, Nyssa al Ghul decided that El Penitente's pet needed to be utilized and sent Tatiana into training, where she struggled.

But fortune smiled on Tatiana as she found another psychic fledgling among her pack that needed help with her powers. The fledgling was named Monique and the two partnered up.


2006 - Present
(Coming Soon)

RESOURCES


Artifact
Tatiana shares the cosmological markers of other Artifacts.

Telepathy
Tatiana is a capable telepath and is considered a prodigy, even among the League of Assassins' most prominent telepathic minds. Tatiana has an incredible working knowledge of the average humanoid brain and the specific functions of each part.
-Telepathic Communication: Tatiana can read peoples' minds in detail, either by consciously willing it or by mentally picking up their stray thoughts. Via her telepathy, she can also send messages into the minds of others, sounding like her own voice inside their heads, or place knowledge of certain things into people's minds. Using a combination of these methods, she can interpret unknown alien languages. To those she is most familiar with, Tatiana can send messages or establish mental contact at considerable distances.
-Telepathic Cloak: Tatiana can mask her presence and the use of her abilities from being detected by other telepaths and psychic entities. Se can extend these defenses to others around her as well.
-Telepathic Illusions: By flooding the mind of others with false sensory data, Tatiana can create illusions or even implant false memories. While trapping a victim in a loop or static environment is easy and instantaneous, fashioining 'living' illusions requires a great deal of Tatiana's concentration.
-Mind Control: By asserting her own consciousness into the minds of others, Tatiana can mentally possess others. By fragmenting portions of her own mental consciousness, she can retain control of her own body and control up to five others in this manner.
-Psionic Blast: By flooding the mind of a target with her a cocktail of her own life's past emotional trauma and torment, Tatiana can cause another to suffer a breakdown through psychic onslaught.
-Aura Reading: Usually practicing this ability through tarot cards, Tatiana is able to interesting facts about a person's history, powers, and more. This ability requires Tatiana to have some sort of focus, whether it be the actual person present for her ritual, a possession that once belonged to them, or Tatiana having recently encountered them.
-Psychic Surgery: Through her psychic abilities, Tatiana is able to diagnose whatever ails a person's body by tapping into their subconscious and overriding their pain receptors to numb their pain. She can also merge her own aura with her patient, feeding their aura psychic energy or vital life force to sustain the patient and prevent them from death. While performing this feat, Tatiana is in a trance-like state as her mind taps into the skills and knowledge of the best surgeon or physician within hundreds of miles of her location.

Occult Resistance
Tatiana has shown herself to be considerably immune to occult and psychic means of persuasion and manipulation. Magic attacks often become inert when in contact with her considerably potent aura.

Physical Condition
Having trained with the League of Assassins, Tatiana is in exceptional shape and highly athletic.

Multilingual
Having travelled the world since a young age, Tatiana is an exceptionally gifted linguist. Her mental abilities have helped her master languages at exceptionally rapid speeds. 

Martial Arts
Tatiana is an exceptionally gifted fighter, though not as exceptional as many of the League's martial artists. Tatiana's style is a blend of Savate, Muay Thai, Capoeira, and Krav Maga.


WEAKNESSES


Migraines
Overstimulation of her powers can cause Tatiana to suffer debilitating migraines. Exposure to bright lights, loud or overlapping sounds, or extreme temperatures can cause her powers to be inaccessible or uncontrollable, or even cause her to bleed from eyes, nose, mouth, and ears, or even lose consciousness and slip into a catatonic state.

Haunted
Not afraid to throw a punch or even cause debilitating injuries to those she needs to, Tatiana is however afraid of killing. The last time she killed someone, she slipped into a coma for thirteen months and awoke later to find that the ghost of the deceased was eternally bound to her. Supposedly her childhood cousin's ghost also haunts her.

Loved Ones
Tatiana is emotionally vulnerable due to her love of Monique Forcier, and to a lesser extent Monique's comrades Emma and Rina. If they are put in jeopardy, Tatiana could be blackmailed or forced to surrender herself. However, I advise caution with exploitation of this as Tatiana is a trained assassin with potent psychic abilities. You threaten someone she loves, she might be willing to risk another coma to know they are safe.


TRIVIA


Tatiana enjoys pantomimes and actually thinks mimes are enjoyable entertainment. She tends to tip those with donation bowls quite handsomely and will watch them, as well as other street performers, for as long as she as has idle time.

Tatiana is a luddite. While she can do basic computer operation and has a smart phone, she refuses social media and buys her books in print. She also rarely has her phone actually on her person except when away from home.

Tatiana has a knack for women's clothing sizes and is usually able to guess the exact clothing size for women with nothing more than a long glance. She also enjoys dressing friends up in clothing and tends to buy an excessive amount of clothing in all sizes just for the purpose of giving away clothing whenever she makes a new friend who is 'perfect' for these clothes or in need of a fashion makeover.

Tatiana is a great dancer.

Sometimes Tatiana can be heard talking to herself. In truth, she is talking to two wayward ghosts that haunt her. She has acutally managed to make peace with them and is quite friendly with them. Both have been dead for a number of years, however and have little in the way of human personality except in the rare lucid moment so most of the time they are quiet and just linger around Tatiana apparently.

Tatiana's claims to not be a fan of lobster, but secretly loves it. She only indulges in treating herself to a lobster dinner every so often when her wife is away on a mission.

Tatiana takes heavy sleeping medication to allow her to sleep at night as she suffers from acute insomnia, but as she fears her past as an assassin may come back to haunt her while she sleeps, she'll only resort to medication if her wife is around. Otherwise, she either goes without sleep or use a special lined sensory deprivation tank to block out her psychic senses.

In her personal life, Tatiana is a child rights activist. I have my theories that she may have requested her wife's extralegal services in a few instances where an abusive parent went missing in and around areas where Tatiana was living at the time.



Earth-27 by Roysovitch & phil-cho , based on the titles and characters of DC Comics, in memory of Joshua Dean Westerman
Em Parker (Earth-27) sleepover edit

"Em Parker" sponsored by :iconearth27fangirl: Earth27FanGirl for my Earth-27 project. 

Character Art originally done by :iconphil-cho: phil-cho 

Facebook page for Earth-27: https://www.facebook.com/Earth27Project

GoFundMe campaign for Earth-27: https://www.gofundme.com/earth27project

Loading...
Em Parker (Earth-27) casual edit

"Em Parker" sponsored by :iconearth27fangirl: Earth27FanGirl for my Earth-27 project.

Character Art originally done by :iconphil-cho: phil-cho 

Facebook page for Earth-27: https://www.facebook.com/Earth27Project

GoFundMe campaign for Earth-27: https://www.gofundme.com/earth27project

Loading...
[Earth-27: Oracle Files] Leon Meager
Character created by Earth27FanGirl with collaboration of amethystangel228 

Leon created by :iconearth27fangirl:
Ellie created by :iconamethystangel228:
Alex created by :iconalexander514:
Loading...

Litany of the Olympian Court

Journal Entry: Wed Feb 21, 2018, 5:17 PM
The Neonomikon, Volume 2

by Clio, Muse of History


Monarch of Haven
The appointer ruler of the Olympian Pantheon

Heralds of the Throne
Those given right to speak in Zeus' name and act in his stead

Quorum of the Elders
An archaic governing body, rarely exercised

The Olympian Council of Twelve
The primary governing body for matters deemed critical to the pantheon

Keepers of the Realms
Those given domain over specific divisions and the divine entities that dwell therein

Cupbearer
Official tiebreaker for the Council of Twelve and overseer of Nektar

Natural Order
Representatives of the entities overseeing Elysium's environment

((THIS IS A WORK IN PROGRESS, I WILL CONTINUE TO ADD TO IT))


An Accounting of Zeus
Zeus
Master of the Divine Throne
God of Authority
God of Seasons
God of Weather
King of Olympus
Keeper of the Thunderbolt

Visit 
www.gofundme.com/NeOlympus to contribute to this project and help create additional entries for this series

Character Art by phil-cho 

What is NeOlympus?
It is a reimagining of the classic Greek Mythology where the Greek Gods were actual beings whose existence required nourishment. As a result, when their worship on Earth began to wane, the Olympians abandoned our world and found a new one to inhabit, anchoring themselves to it and reshaping it to match them. Now, NeOlympus tells their story after leading their new world into an industrial revolution.
Loading...
Neonomikon - Zeus
Zeus
Master of the Divine Throne
God of Authority
God of Seasons
God of Weather
King of Olympus
Keeper of the Thunderbolt

Visit www.gofundme.com/NeOlympus to contribute to this project and help create additional entries for this series

Character Art by phil-cho 

What is NeOlympus?
It is a reimagining of the classic Greek Mythology where the Greek Gods were actual beings whose existence required nourishment. As a result, when their worship on Earth began to wane, the Olympians abandoned our world and found a new one to inhabit, anchoring themselves to it and reshaping it to match them. Now, NeOlympus tells their story after leading their new world into an industrial revolution.
Loading...

Neonomikon - Zeus

Journal Entry: Wed Feb 21, 2018, 4:27 PM
The Neonomikon, Volume 2

by Clio, Muse of History


Zeus (NeOlympus) commission by phil-cho

Epithets: 
Divine Monarch
Giver of Signs
God of Authority
God of Seasons
God of Weather
Jupiter (Roman name)
Keeper of the Thunderbolt
King of Olympus
Master of the Divine Throne

Patrons:
Kronos (spirit father)
Rhea (spirit mother)
Unknown mortal father
Unknown mortal mother

Consorts: 
Metis (first wife, deceased)
Hera (current wife)
Leto
Maia

Kindred: 
Hera
Poseidon
Demeter
Hades
Hestia

Legacy:
Athena (legitimate daughter)
Ares (legitimate son)
Hephaestus (legitimate son)
Hebe (legitimate daughter)
Artemis (acknowledged daughter)
Apollo (acknowledged son)
Hermes (acknowledged son)
Ilithyia (wife's progeny)
Enyo (wife's progeny)

A Brief History:
Zeus never wanted to be the king of the gods, at first. As the Titans’ voice, Zeus was content to wander the Earth, tell a few stories, make an announcement here and there, and make use of his position and the powers he had been given to secure lodging, ale, and company wherever he went.

As the Six began to show signs of rebellion, Kronos locked them in Tartarus, one by one. Where Hestia was altruistic, Hades dutiful, Demeter endearing, Poseidon vengeful, and Hera scheming; Zeus was selfish. He never had intents of overthrowing his creators and was likely to have continued his whoring and roaming for centuries.

But Kronos sought to guarantee Zeus‘ loyalty and gave him the most beautiful being of the time, the Titan Metis, to have as a wife. Zeus loved Metis so much that he did what he never thought he could: he changed.

When this act failed to ease Kronos’ concerns and upon hearing that Zeus and Metis were expecting a child, Kronos locked away the pregnant Metis, while Zeus fled into hiding, with Rhea‘s help.

It was Kronos’ paranoia and Rhea’s curiosity that made Zeus the reluctant founder of the Olympian revolt and put him on the path of ascension to the Divine Throne. By the time, Zeus struck down Kronos, he had tasted what true power felt like and he hoped he would never lose it.

Having lost Metis, Zeus slipped back into his philandering and though he justified it at first as ‘breeding an army’, Zeus still longed to be reminded of what true love felt like. Because of this, Zeus fell victim to the charms of Hera. Yet, when Hera’s love turned from Zeus and to their children, Zeus slipped back into his philandering, looking for comfort. 

As king, Zeus split his time between tending to the affairs of Olympus and having affairs on Earth. He was a kind father, taking great pride in the accomplishments of his divine and heroic children. Zeus was even fond of his nephew Dionysus‘ creation of wine, which Zeus would come to rely on often when depressed.

In Elysium, Zeus continues to rule from his throne and roam the lands in equal measure. Zeus uses his time among the mortals to assess the need for seasonal change and gauge his subjects’ loyalty.

In recent days, Zeus has become most concerned with the rumors he has been hearing of the Broken Book’s circulation.

Entitlements
Elder God
The sixth being endowed with Titanic essence and made immortal, Zeus had his natural charisma enhanced to paranormal levels, which he put to use as the Titans’ mouthpiece. When his spirit siblings were imprisoned, Zeus went into hiding and honed his powers, until he was powerful enough to free others of his kind and overthrow the Titans 

Master of the Divine Throne
In the early days of Olympian reign, Zeus’ efforts were awarded by giving him the throne of Haven. When it came time to properly divide their spoils, Zeus leveraged his power (and the votes of his many, many children) to make his position more permanent. With the throne, Zeus is able to strip gods of their essences and issue the divine decrees which the lesser gods and spirits are bound to obey.

God of Authority
The first gift the Titans gave Zeus made him irresistibly charming, able to easily persuade mortal minds. Through practice, Zeus found a way to use this power to become a masterful shapeshifter. After overthrowing the Titans, Zeus developed the ability to grant a small token of this power to loyal mortals, giving them divine right to rule as kings so long as they reigned righteously and justly.

God of Seasons
When Zeus struck down Kronos, the Titan’s Essence of Time was damaged and became fused with Zeus. With this flawed essence, Zeus lacks the true command over time but retains the power to determine when the seasons change.

God of Weather
Zeus has full control over rain, thunder, lightning, wind, and other meteorological phenomena. Zeus can even fire lightning from his hands.

King of Olympus
Zeus is the anointed ruler of the Olympian Court, the chief god of the pantheon, and the master of divine throne. 

Keeper of the Thunderbolt
Zeus can direct lightning through this Cyclopsian relic to magnify its power to such potency that it can smite a god with a direct hit. It is also a Divine Key, able to access the many Divine Realms.

Classical Zeus commission by phil-cho


[Earth-27: Oracles Files] Buddy MacCulloch
Special thanks to Earth27FanGirl for sponsoring this Oracle File

Buddy MacCulloch is owned by :iconearth27fangirl: and created by her and the many other "Fanatics of the Beyond"
Loading...

The Neonomikon

Journal Entry: Sun Feb 18, 2018, 3:26 PM
The Neonomikon, Volume 2

by Clio, Muse of History


GLOSSARY OF TERMS


Accord: Any secret sworn in Persephone's name. Violation of one is heresy, except when commanded to divulge secrets by order of the divine or when under Holy Tribunal.
Aerochute:A parachute.
Ambrosia:
The food of the gods and the sustenance for their essence. Ambrosia is actually a by-product of the worship crystallization process. Gathered psychic energy (often called 'worship') when condensed into crystalline form excretes a waxy residue. This residue if left in a cool, humid, and dark environment creates glowing white mushrooms known which is Ambrosia. The gods partake of Ambrosia in a multitude of ways, from eating it plain or baked, chopping it into morsels or wafers, brewing it into a glaze or sauce to cover mortal cuisine, or even sprinkle it over their Nektar.
Aperture: A camera.
Arete: A god's exceptional ability to have mastered a particular skill, study, or craft to the point of perfection or preternatural finesse.
Ascension Anchor: A massive construct created through arcane means by Hephaestus that metaphysically bonds an Ascension chain to another Ascension Anchor on a different a dimensional plane. The Anchors are also gateways into the aether and allow transport from one Anchor to the other.
Ascension Chain: A massive chain created through arcane means by Hephaestus. These chains bridge the gap between two Ascension Anchors and allow travel from one plane to another.

Broken Book: A heretical movement. Also known as the Apocryphal Order. Not much is known about them, except that they recruit zealots from lesser heretical clubs and secret societies. They oppose the Faith and their gods, slay heroic mortals which they call 'false-prophets', and have been known to hunt nymphs and satyrs, seemingly for sport.

Carbine: The Elysian equivalent of a gun. Generally a catch-all term for a ranged weapon. May refer to a pistol (or just called a pistol or hand carbine) but usually refers to a rifle. Other variations include the long carbine or longshot (sniper rifle), hotshot (flamethrower), slugger (shotgun), and repeater (machine gun). Due to the price, complexity, and overall poor reliability of these weapons in Elysium, they are generally not used by common folk or national militaries; instead being exclusively carried by the elite and private security forces.
Chalicers: Also called 'Cupbearers', these are the priests initiated into the 'Sworn Service of Hebe, Cupbearer of the Gods' through an intimate ritual and marked by a curved golden tattoo on their forehead. This is not one of the orders of the Faith's clergy that an initiate can swear themselves into service of upon entry, it is an order of prestige, marking on as a chosen of the gods and allowing them to not only handle Nektar or Ambrosia, but also gives them an elevated status.
Chaos Gem: Crystallized psychic energy endowed with entropic energy, radiating chaotic essence. Very dangerous. Often harvested from the decayed husks of the most vicious monsters.
Council of the Twelve: The highest court in Elysium made up of Zeus, Hera, Poseidon, Demeter, Ares, Athena, Apollo, Artemis, Hephaestus, Aphrodite, Hermes, and Dionysus. Its decisions are regarded as the word of divine law throughout Elysium and can only be challenged or overturned by the Quorum of the Six. While it was originally built to only oversee mortal affairs, it has become the predominant ruling authority as the Quorum of the Six rarely meets. While the Council Chamber does have twelve thrones, any decision made by a simple majority of any meeting with seven or more members is considered to be valid.

Decree: An order issued from the Throne of Olympus and broadcast to the Grand Temples of the land. Usually these are announcements of a sort but can often constitute a new holy law that all nations and people must heed. Decrees come in three levels, a Divine Decree is issued by Zeus (or Hera acting in his stead). A Divine Decree is only overruled by a True Divine Decree made by the Twelve, which is then only able to be challenged by a Celestial Decree issued by the Quorum of the Six.
Deep Druids: These are the dark robed clergy that operates the Underworld Gates. Officially they are known as the 'Sworn Service of Hades, God of Death and Lord of the Deep'.
Demichor: The blood of demigods, nymphs, and satyrs that lack any true immortality. Demichor is usually a bright red color or sometimes black color.
Demigod: Once the mortal offspring of god and mortal, but now a subclass of mortal who received a heroic soul of a demigod and is thus capable of essence manipulation.

Entitlement: The stripped essence of a Titan soul which constitutes refined essence dedicated to a particular paradigm. When fused to a god, Titan, or other divinity it gives them extensive powers tied to that paradigm, essentially giving them unchallenged dominance in that field. 
Essence: Psychic energy which has taken on an elemental quality or is being actively used by a being or force.
Exaltation: The process by which a mortal is infused with the Titanic essence of one Titan and the Titanic soul of another to create a god.

The Faith: The short name for the only accepted religion of Elysium.

God: The creations of the Titans originally, created by the Titans infusing their own power into mortal followers. Later, the gods became their own race by breeding amongst themselves and with the nymphs.
Godling: A young god child of natural birth who is too young to survive essence infusion.

Haven: The transdimensional structure which is home to the Olympians. Formerly it was the headquarters of the Titans and the Primordials before them.
Holy Tribunal: The court of the Faith, overseen by a heroic judge, high priest, or any divinity. It is the only court which can try violators for heresy.

Ichor: The divine equivalent of blood. With an amber-gold color, it burns with pure life essence.
Imperial: In reference to the Empire of Sparta. Can refer to a citizen, a soldier, or used as an adjective for that which belongs to Sparta.

Light-Capture: A photographic image stored on capture still paper by use of lumino film and an aperture.

Natural Order: The court of the Mother of Nature, Nature Gods, and the respective leaders among the tribes of Nymphs, Satyrs, Centaurs, and other beings. Not recognized as an official authority by any mortal kingdom, it is highly respected by the Faith and it often receives the support of Haven. 
Nektar: The drink of the gods and the sustenance for their eldritch bodies. Nektar is created from collected psychic energy condensed into crystalline form. These crystals are taken to the Haven and given to the Thriae. The Thriae are nymphs able to shape into swarms of bees and convert the psychic energy into Nektar. Once correctly produced and settled, the Nektar is collected by the minor god Aristaeus, who works with Dionysus to ship the Nektar to the Temples and other areas where immortals can receive their needed rations. The finest selection from each batch is sent to Hebe.
Nymphs: God-like beings of varying power and elemental affinity. They are the caretakers of Elysium who live in a symbiotic relationship with the environment around them and whose auras can store excess psychic energy generated by mortals for the gods to later collect. Most nymphs are mortal but their progenitors and greatest leaders are immortal beings known as Okeanides.

Okeanides: The mothers and progenitors of the vast majority of the Nymph tribes. They were born of the Titans Okeanos and Tethys fusing their bodies together and then pledged themselves to doing the work of Gaia. They swore loyalty to Zeus and his Olympians in exchange for him rescuing Gaia from the Titans. Later, Gaia passed their loyalty on to Demeter and told her servants to follow the pantheon to Elysium.

Primordials: The creators of the Titans. An ancient race of dimensional travelers and researchers. Most notable among them were Ouranos and Gaia. Eventually, the Titans overthrew them, slew Ouranos, and kept Gaia prisoner.

Quorum of the Six: A presiding council constituting Zeus, Hera, Poseidon, Demeter, Hades, and Hestia. Usually summoned to determine needs specific to the Divine. Often has the same powers of the Council of the Twelve, but is usually regarded as the obsolete ruling body of Haven.

Republican: In reference to the Republic of New Athens. Can refer to a citizen, soldier, or used as an adjective for that which belongs to Athens.

Sacrifice: The considerable release of psychic energy of a being at the moment of their death. This release can be further enhanced through ritual preparation done by a divinity, priest, or devout worshiper. This practice is usually only done on animals, but the Deep Druids do perform self-sacrifice rituals for willing suicidal or mortally ill mortals and most nations practice sacrificial preparation prior to state-sponsored executions. In times of war, Deep Druids often walk among the aftermath of a battlefield offering their merciful services to any wishing it performed.
Satyr: The male equivalent of a nymph, these diminutive beings look like a combination of boy and goat. They do not share the nymph's symbiotic relationship with the environment but usually live among nature as protectors, companions, and servants of nymphs and other divinities. Satyrs usually serve the Okeanide that oversees whichever nymph tribe they choose to live among, but Pan is the God of Satyrs and all are expected to offer him the proper respect.
Silver: The standard accepted payment of Elysium, usually in the form of coins, slats, or bars. A silver coin is usually placed under the tongue or in the pocket of a corpse in order to pay Charon, the Ferryman of the Dead, for passage to judgment.

Talos Lens: A device that harnesses the power of crystallized essence, converting it into a focused beam of the appropriate essence. Often crudely used as a weapon for destructive purposes, but can also be found being used by Elysium's finest hospitals, clinics, factories, and laboratories.
Templars: The militant class of soldiers and guardians belonging to the Faith, usually stationed in the Great Temples for protection and enforcement of Holy Decrees. Their order's full name is the "Swords Sworn in Service of Ares, Protector of the Divine Temples, and Athena, Guardian of the Faith"
Titan: The incredibly powerful beings created by the Primordials to aid them in their research. These beings received much of their immense power due to the fact that they each contained a multitude of souls.

Worship: Residual psychic energy generated by mortal minds actively thinking about a divine being which is then collected through an Ascension Anchor and sent directly to the Olympian stores or captured in altars or the auras of nature spirits and divinities until gathered by a passing Solar or Lunar Chariot which is fitted with a worship reservoir and receiver.



CELESTIAL CODEX


Aphrodite

An Accounting of Aphrodite by Roysovitch

Mature Content

Neonomikon - Aphrodite by Roysovitch

Apollo

An Accounting of Apollo by Roysovitch Neonomikon - Apollo by Roysovitch

Ares

An Accounting of Ares by Roysovitch Neonomikon - Ares by Roysovitch

Artemis

An Accounting of Artemis by Roysovitch Neonomikon - Artemis by Roysovitch

Athena

An Accounting of Athena by Roysovitch Neonomikon - Athena by Roysovitch

Cerberus

An Accounting of Cerberus by Roysovitch Neonomikon - Cerberus by Roysovitch

Demeter

An Accounting of Demeter by Roysovitch Neonomikon - Demeter by Roysovitch

Dionysus

An Accounting of Dionysus by Roysovitch Neonomikon - Dionysus by Roysovitch

Eros

An Accounting of Eros by Roysovitch Neonomikon - Eros by Roysovitch

Hades

An Accounting of Hades by Roysovitch Neonomikon - Hades by Roysovitch

Hebe

An Accounting of Hebe by Roysovitch Neonomikon - Hebe by Roysovitch

Hephaestus

An Accounting of Hephaestus by Roysovitch Neonomikon - Hephaestus by Roysovitch

Hera

An Accounting of Hera by Roysovitch Neonomikon - Hera by Roysovitch

Hermes

An Accounting of Hermes by Roysovitch Neonomikon - Hermes by Roysovitch

Hestia

An Accounting of Hestia by Roysovitch Neonomikon - Hestia by Roysovitch

Iris

An Accounting of Iris by Roysovitch Neonomikon - Iris by Roysovitch

Persephone

An Accounting of Persephone by Roysovitch Neonomikon - Persephone by Roysovitch

Poseidon

An Accounting of Poseidon by Roysovitch Neonomikon - Poseidon by Roysovitch

Triton

An Accounting of Triton by Roysovitch Neonomikon - Triton by Roysovitch

Zeus

An Accounting of Zeus by Roysovitch Neonomikon - Zeus by Roysovitch Neonomikon - Zeus

Epithets: 
Divine Monarch
Giver of Signs
God of Authority
God of Seasons
God of Weather
Jupiter (Roman name)
Keeper of the Thunderbolt
King of Olympus
Master of the Divine Throne
Patrons:
Kronos (spirit father)
Rhea (spirit mother)
Unknown mortal father
Unknown mortal mother
Consorts: 
Metis (first wife, deceased)
Hera (current wife)
Leto
Maia
Kindred: 
Hera
Poseidon
Demeter
Hades
Hestia
Legacy:
Athena (legitimate daughter)
Ares (legitimate son)
Hephaestus (legitimate son)
Hebe (legitimate daughter)
Artemis (acknowledged daughter)
Apollo (acknowledged son)
Hermes (acknowledged son)
Ilithyia (wife's progeny)
Enyo (wife's progeny)
A Brief History:
Zeus never wanted to be the king of the gods, at first. As the Titans’ voice, Zeus was content to wander the Earth, tell a few stories, make an announcement here and there, and make use of his position and the powers he had been given to se


Mature Content

This content is intended for mature audiences.


or, enter your birth date.*


Month

Day

Year*
Please enter a valid date format (mm-dd-yyyy)
Please confirm you have reviewed DeviantArt's Terms of Service below.
* We do not retain your date-of-birth information.
The Chain of Ascension sparked and rumbled as immense essence was funneled down through it and causing a rift in reality to open upon reaching its anchor. Through this rift out stepped Ares and Aphrodite, with Hephaestus limping two steps behind. Ares and Aphrodite did not travel far before coming to a halt and it took Hephaestus a moment to catch up and see why.

Standing before the three gods was the Spartan Pontifex, Jocasta. Behind her was the grand altar and on it she had collected a number of items, waiting to show the gods. The temple itself was cold and dim, with no occupants in sight other than two templars stationed on the far end of the temple, guarding the door.

“The temple was shut down?” asked Ares.

Jocasta nodded.

“On whose order?”

“Mine,” said Jocasta, who looked to her side and gave a nod.

A priest from the shadows stepped up with a Key of Ascension and placed it against the anchor, closing the rift. Hephaestus glanced at this man curiously and when they made eye contact, the priest immediately broke it and retreated into the shadows. “This does not feel right,” he said aloud.

“No,” replied Jocasta. “It does not. This whole situation is wrong.”

Ares looked, his lip snarled. “What do you mean?”

Jocasta stepped aside and waved her hand over the altar. “Evidence we retrieved from the attack earlier. A pair of goggles, a leather cap, and a scarf. All of these bore ichor stains and were considerably damaged. We also recovered this from Athena,” said Jocasta, taking a hexagonal, palm-sized contraption from the altar and laying it in Ares’ hand. Ares quickly passed it on to his more technically savvy brother.

“What is it?” asked Ares.

“We don’t know,” said Jocasta. “It looks like a sophisticated piece of clockwork, but it has crystallized essence inside.”

“It’s a miniature Talos lens,” said Hephaestus, needing only a moment to assess it. “This one has been fitted with a chaos crystal though.”

Aphrodite held her hand out to inspect the device and her husband complied with her silent request to satisfy her curiosity. “Why would anyone need a chaos crystal? Aren’t those toxic?”

“To a mortal,” Jocasta nodded, “when my men opened it up to see what was inside the brief exposure blinded him and caused hideous scales to form on his face. Luckily for us, he dropped it and the contraption closed on itself in the drop.”

“So it is a weapon,” said Ares, stroking his chin.

Hephaestus scoffed, sidling up to Aphrodite and tapping his meaty finger on a latch that exposed gossamer viewing window. “Look inside,” he said.

Aphrodite raised the contraption so she and Ares could view the crystal containment unit. “It’s such a pretty gem.”

“It’s awfully small,” groaned Ares. “Much smaller than any crystal I’ve seen used in a Talos lens, even the carbine-sized lenses require a crystal the size of my fist.”

Hephaestus nodded. “Not to mention a backpack for the clockwork.”

“Are you saying someone built something that you couldn’t?” Aphrodite asked, her tone somewhere between shock and ridicule.

“No,” glowered Hephaestus. “I could make this… In fact, I think I might have.”

“You built this?” asked Ares.

“Possibly,” Hephaestus said with a groan. “Hundreds of years ago. But I do not see my mark on it, which means I never meant it to be used. It was a prototype. Most likely shelved. I certainly did not use a chaos shard with it. That is someone’s doing.”

“To what end?” asked Aphrodite.

Hephaestus shrugged. “It could be a weapon, but it would have abysmal range.”

“How short are we talking?” asked Ares.

Hephaestus pointed to the three pads on the opposite end of where the handgrip was. “Those are pressure plates surrounding the discharger. It’s range is immediate. Contact based.”

Ares took the device and palmed it. He took a few practiced palm strikes at a nonexistent target and then shook his head. “I would rather punch someone. So if I did strike someone… what would happen?”

Hephaestus could not help but notice Jocasta take a half-step in the opposite direction as Ares. Doing the pontifex a favor, Hephaestus side-stepped between the mortal priestess and his brother. “I suppose that would depend on where you struck them. Chaos essence is hard to predict, but if you struck them in the head, you’d probably cause their mind to be ravaged by insanity… or turn into plant-matter. If you struck them in the stomach, you’d probably cause the food inside to rot or turn to acid. If your blow found the heart, it would definitely…” Hephaestus paused and looked at Ares. “Hermes and Athena mentioned that the Athenian officer in our burial chamber had her heart defiled without it being removed?”

“Indeed,” said Aphrodite as she let out a sigh, quickly becoming bored with this conversation.

Nodding, Ares removed the device from his hand and set it aside, carefully placing it on the altar.

“That,” Hephaestus said, pointing to the contraption, “is how they did it. They pumped chaos essence right into her heart, defiling it immediately.”

“But if simple exposure caused my man to grow scales, wouldn’t direct contact with a focused discharge of chaos energy leave a burn or something?” asked Jocasta.

“If I actually designed this, I would have installed an apportation coil to prevent the unit from being exposed to its own discharge,” Hephaestus explained as if anyone else knew what he was talking about. Receiving clueless glances, he sighed and clarified. “There’s a piece of equipment in that that takes the discharge and actually projects it a few inches from the discharger.”

There was a loud crackle from the Chain of Ascension.

“Expecting company?” Jocasta asked.

Ares and Aphrodite were both clueless, judging by their expression.

Hephaestus let out a long sigh as the rift began to form. “It’s Asclepius,” he reminded them of Zeus’ order for an autopsy to be performed on the dead officer. As the rift opened and out stepped the Divine Surgeon, Hephaestus smiling at being proven correct.

Asclepius was carrying a doctor’s bag at his side as he stepped through the portal, summoning the priest to return from the shadows to close the gate. “Greetings uncles. Aphrodite, always a pleasure,” he said with courteous nods to each of them. “If someone would lead me to wherever it is I need to be, I would do my best to not disrupt-” he paused to lean, looking beyond the gods and the altar to see the deserted temple, “-anything,” he concluded in a somber tone. “Wow, Spartans have a curfew I don’t know about?”

“We had an incident,” said Jocasta, motioning her head as she began to walk away. “Follow me, Vejovis.”

Asclepius kept his feet planted for a moment and then suddenly let out a nervous chuckle. “Oh, right. Vejovis… That’s my Imperial name! Of course,” he said with a shake of his head and a silly sigh. “Right,” he said as he followed the pontifex.

With the physician and the priestess having left them, Aphrodite let out a long sigh and placed her arms over the brothers’ shoulders. “It has been a long and dreadfully boring day. How about we all wind down with a nice hot Nektar bath.”

Ares smiled lasciviously as Hephaestus offered a quaint grin. “How about you get it started for us,” said Hephaestus, causing a sudden shift in Ares expression. “I need to speak with my brother for a moment,” he explained.

“Fine. But do not take too long or I may start the real fun without you,” Aphrodite smiled and giggled before let out a long sigh as she turned to walk away. As she departed them, she paused to examine the priest holding the Ascension Key. She raised his hood and when she saw no chalice marking, she giggled with delight and clutched the young man’s collar, tugging him behind her as he shuffled awkwardly to keep up. “I’m going to make you happy you joined the clergy, boy,” she was heard saying as she disappeared from sight.

Hephaestus was happy to see his wife depart with such a pleased tone on her lips. As he turned around to return his attention to his brother, he doubted Ares’ next words would sound half as pleased as Aphrodite’s. “We need to discuss the armor.”

“What about it?” asked Ares, glowering. “You heard father. Hostilities end.”

“Do I continue with the development then?” Hephaestus asked in hushed tones.

“Yes,” said Ares, nodding. “This situation may have been a bust, but Athens will afford us an opportunity in the future.”

Hephaestus let out a long sigh. “I was hopeful that this might be a moment for you and Athena, as well as the Imperial and Republican nations to turn the page and start a new chapter in your history.”

“Metus was bombed,” said Ares, “by an Athenian warship. The Imperial citizenry will not let this pass. Even it were the act of separatists.”

“Heretics-” Hephaestus attempted to correct his brother.

“The Spartan narrative is those were Athenian separatists,” Ares said with a glare that took Hephaestus back. “The corpses recovered were Athenian military. That will be confirmed in time, brother. We will use this narrative as it furthers the Imperial cause down the road.”

“It’s… It’s deception, though,” said Hephaestus with a disappointed glance at his brother. “It’s not just warmongering, it’s… It’s fear-mongering. You’re stoking flames of hate that can be extinguished.”

Ares let out a loud chuckle. “Outrageous! Listen to yourself, brother. You sound like an silly Athenian,” Ares said with a hearty laugh as he began to stroll away. “Flames of hate!” Ares bellowed as he walked away still chuckling.

When Ares disappeared down the hall, halfway through undressing already, Hephaestus limped up to the altar which had been mostly obscured by Ares and Aphrodite during the earlier conversation. Hephaestus grabbed the Talos lens and eyed it for a moment before he tucked it into a large pouch on his tool belt. He then glanced at the other items on the altar and limped away.

The brace on his knee stuck and he had to take a moment to grab some lubricant from his belt and administer it to the mechanism. He then used some tools to remedy the catch and then as he was placing his tools away on his belt, he again looked at the altar and had an epiphany. He picked up the leather cap and the goggles, then assembled them together on the altar.

“It’s an aviator’s cap,” he said, scratching his beard. He then snatched the scarf. It was nearly destroyed as it being so flammable has caused the ichor burns to nearly turn it to ash. Still through careful examination and delicate scratching of the scorch markings, Hephaestus was able to find several colored threads that had survived the burn. He limped over to a lantern and held the threads up for inspection. He smiled with delight and quickly returned to the altar with a quickened limping stride. Hephaestus snatched all the gear up and shoved them in his tool belt pouch. He then ventured down the hall where Ares and Aphrodite had disappeared.

Outside the bath hall, Hephaestus applied more lubricant to his brace and then did the same to the hinges of the door. Once done, he slowly opened the door and saw Ares lowering himself into the large bath of Nektar while Aphrodite was personally doing the honors of initiating the priest into the order of chalicers by intimately baptizing him in Nektar. Hephaestus’ eyes ignored that as he slid into the chamber and found the Ascension Key in a pile near the door.

Extracting a rig from his belt, Hephaestus attached what looked like a clockwork bracelet to his wrist, fastening it over his leather smithing bands. Then while hiding behind one of the columns and staying in the shadows, Hephaestus opened his hand and pressed a depressed toggle switch on the wrist-mounted device. It let out a soft hum and then all Hephaestus had to do was extend his arm.

Compelled by the magnetic essence of the contraption on Hephaestus’ wirst, the Key of Ascension shot up from where it rested and flew into Hephaestus’ waiting hand. He then glanced over to the commotion happening in the bath and saw that Aphrodite’s eyes were on him as Ares and the priest were both occupied with her naked body.

Locked in eye contact with his wife, Hephaestus offered her an expression that he hoped conveyed everything he needed to say to her. He then had to hope she would understand.

Giving the slightest of nods, Aphrodite smiled and winked at her husband. She then averted her eyes to prevent Ares from becoming curious. When she would look back, Hephaestus would be gone, having moved the instant her gaze left him.

As he was limping down the hall, Hephaestus reflected on how mortals and many of the gods had never understood the relationship he and his wife had. Hephaestus always loved the pursuit of creation and Aphrodite always loved carnal exploits. The first time they had shared a bed, Aphrodite’s powers bore his soul to her and she understood his needs and desires better than any other could. It took them some time for him to figure out what she knew immediately and to support her endeavors like she had supported his own.

While Aphrodite had many consorts that she would lust after her, Hephaestus liked to think that his marriage to her and the understanding of who she was after thousands of years together that came with it meant he was the only consort that she actually loved. He may have been jesting himself, he realized that, but it was what he felt in his heart and what he needed to believe to prevent him from losing himself to his forge.

Using the Ascension Key, Hephaestus opened a rift and then waved a templar over. The templar was a middle-aged woman with a familiar face but a whose name escaped him at the moment. “When I step through, touch this to the anchor.”

The Templar nodded and took the key, handling it as one should wield a sacred relic.

Smiling, Hephaestus gave her a nod. He took one step in and then paused to look over his shoulder. He snapped his fingers and pointed her. Chuckling, he said, “Panthea, right?”

She smiled and nodded. “You remembered,” she said, pulling her hood back to reveal the chalice mark on her brow. “You initiated me ten years ago.”

“I remembered,” he said with a nod as he tipped his hat. “Thank you, Panthea,” he said as he pulled the rest of himself through the rift and waited for the Templar to close it. When he heard the crackle of the rift closing behind him, he paused to reach into another pouch on his tool belt, extracting the plans for a sophisticated piece of technology. "Sound like an Athenian, do I, brother? Let's see if the Athenians think I sound like a Spartan when I give them this..."
NeOlympus [Chapter Seventeen]
NeOlympus by Roy Westerman
Loading...

Mature Content

This content is intended for mature audiences.


or, enter your birth date.*


Month

Day

Year*
Please enter a valid date format (mm-dd-yyyy)
Please confirm you have reviewed DeviantArt's Terms of Service below.
* We do not retain your date-of-birth information.
As the council meeting concluded, the gods did as they usually did, they drifted together in their cliques and socialized. They were a family and they could often go incredibly long periods between seeing one another as their interests spanned the entire world, so many sought to fill up on their social needs during these momentous council sessions, especially one that had the full Twelve and significant portion of the Natural Order in attendance. It was even more monumental considering it had been put together on short notice.

Most council meetings had between seven and nine members. Someone would issue a call via the Haven’s aviary and these special automata created by Hephaestus in the shapes of different birds would fly out a special window, pierce the veil between Haven and Elsewhere and then appear in Elysium near the closest Ascension Chain to the god they had specifically been designed to home in on by way of sophisticated essence tracking devices and having been built using arcane enchantments which made them intrinsically bound to a particular divinity. The so-called ‘Carriers’ would rely a simple short message and then take a simple response back to the aviary.

This process had been different, though. Most of the Twelve just happened to either already be in the Haven or been known to be close to a chained temple. Only Hermes, Dionysus, and Athena were at an unknown location at the time the calling was decided. Nike happened to have stumbled on Athena and Hermes when she chained down to Sparta to alert Hephaestus, Ares, and Aphrodite of their summons, and it was a good thing she arrived when she did as Ares had ordered the templar to seize Athena just minutes before and it sounded as though the Nike’s arrival had temporarily defused an intense situation. The whole event was quite fortuitous and only one carrier bird had to be dispatched: Dionysus’ waxwing automaton had to be sent out.

Having realized that her mind had wandered away from her, Hera returned her attention to the matter had hand. Athena was still yammering on about how the Spartan Empire’s officials had initially lied to the Republic of New Athens’ officials about the whole airship fiasco. She simply could not be satisfied. Hera had immediately pulled Ares aside as the council meeting ended and she specifically told him to accept that the airship had been hijacked for now as their petty squabbling was not an ideal situation to have at a time when a renegade Titan was on the loose and whatever else was going on with the recent heretical actions.

But even though Hera had personally steered her son into a conversation with Zeus and Athena, gift-wrapping her son’s apology, Zeus’ first daughter simply could not drop this issue. She had to highlight Ares’ faults or paint his mistakes as some sort of opportunistic power move to topple her precious dollhouse of a nation.

“So then do you concede then that the Imperial Council of Elders should issue an apologetic statement?” Athena asked, folding her hands and tapping her foot.

“No,” said Ares, shaking his head. “I apologized to you and you now seek to have my nation embarrass itself and yield to yours? Unacceptable,” Ares said with contempt. “I have admitted that this action was likely the work of some Athenian separatists and I no longer put you or your nation at fault for the murder of dozens of Spartans. Yet, that is still not good enough for you.”

“You lied about the Advancer having crashed originally,” said Athena with a glare. “You accused us of having lost one of our own and yet… you knew full well that not only was that a lie, but your own empire had shot the ship down in the first place!”

“After it was attacking our sovereign people!” Ares barked back.

Zeus let out a sigh and stepped between the two. “Enough of this. Both of you. Athena, Ares admitted he was wrong earlier and now sees that this is work of heretics. He is not the Imperial Council of Elders and I doubt he counseled them to deceive the Republic. Even if he had, I believe it was in the interest of national security as the Advancer had attacked a town very close to a supposedly secret military installation.”

Ares smirked and nodded, satisfied by seeing Athena get knocked down a peg by their father. If the truth were said, Hera enjoyed seeing it as well, hiding her smile by drinking Nektar to mask her lips.

“And Ares,” Zeus continued, turning his gaze upon his son and causing Hera’s smile to disappear at once, “Grow up and stop being so damn stubborn. Accept a reasonable compromise even if it knicks your pride a bit to do so, especially when the compromise would save thousands of mortal lives that belong to our worshipers!”

Ares scoffed. “Alive or dead, what does it matter? They are still our worshippers if they are dead.”

Athena slapped her face as Hera dropped her eyes and breathed a sigh into her Nektar.

Zeus smirked as his eyebrows lifted. “You still have not learned that the dead don’t make sacrifices?”

Rolling his shoulders, Ares seemed unfazed by Zeus’ insinuation. “No but the essence release from a violent death is captured by our worship retrieval efforts anyway.”

Hera reached out and placed her hand on her son’s sleeve. “Dear, let us not get into conversation.”

But Athena would not let Ares off the hook so fast. “Do you prefer to get your wine from the cask or puddles on the floor, brother?”

Ares took the bait with a scoff and accompanying smile. “A cask of course. Why?”

“Think of mortals as casks,” she said as she manipulative shifted her gears into a more relaxing posture and less grating verbal tone, “and the wine inside as-”

“Blood?”

Athena sighed and shook her head. “No, but close, brother. Essence. Think of the wine contained inside the casks as essence. Now, casks come in all different sizes and shapes and likewise mortal bodies can store a certain amount of psychic energy or essence, correct?”

Ares nodded, idly scratching his whiskered cheek. “I have heard as much. For instance, priests or children contain more essence than a criminal.”

Athena bounced her head back and forth a bit. “More or less, but stick with me. Now, before wine can be made and the casks filled, we need to plant seeds, care for the crop, and harvest it. Then when we make the wine, we fill the cask and let it ferment. Now, that is the process by which a mortal gains essence. We plant the seeds of belief, we care for our worshipers, and then when they time comes we ask them to repay our care by making sacrifices for continued care. When mortals generate that psychic energy specifically attuned to our needs, it’s like we dip our glass into their cask and partake of a portion of that essence. If they are regular worshipers, it is as if the priests regularly top those casks off with a new batch of freshly fermented wine; but if we empty the cask, we can take a little time and effort and refill it, right?”

“Of course,” said Ares, nodding.

“But if kick the cask over and shatter it on the floor, we can still slurp the wine off the floor. Sure. We can even sift through the remains of the cask and see if portions of wine are still among the curved scraps of the cask. But not only have we destroyed the cask, making it unusable thereafter and having a need to resort licking wine out of the dirt, but the wine we drink has lost its taste, we’ve lost our dignity, and there is only so much we can get before it is soaked into the ground and lost to us forever.”

Athena eyed her brother for a long moment after this. “Do you understand what I am saying?”

Ares began to chuckle. “Not at all, but I do know I am thirsty now. Thank you, sister,” he said with a sinister snicker as he strolled away to sidle up to Dionysus as both made the trip to the Nektar font together.

Athena rolled her eyes and looked to her father. “Certainly he is proof of Hera’s own infidelity.”

Swallowing her mouth full of Nektar, Hera shot a glare to Athena. “I am right here.”

“I am aware.”

Hera’s brow furrowed more. It took considerable restraint to not tap into her eldritch, primal essence and attempt to turn Athena’s nose into something more resembling a swine’s snout. Then Hera decided that what Athena needed was not a cosmetic tweaking but some schooling. “Speaking of infidelity and since we were just barely discussing Pandora, maybe you would like to comment on your involvement in her creation?”

Athena sucked her lower lip into her mouth, narrowed her eyes, and then simply turned and walked away.

Declaring victory, Hera turned to Zeus with a smile on her face, but the gesture was not returned. Zeus simply shook his head at his wife, compelling her to ask “What?”

Zeus let out a long sigh. “Kalliste was my granddaughter. I do not appreciate your disrespecting her memory by mocking what her mother did in her grief. And let us remember the identity of the other part of that engagement. Our son.”

Hera narrowed her gaze at Zeus. “Not here. Not now.”

“I could not agree more,” and having said that, Zeus walked away.




*  *  *  *  *



Hermes stood facing his throne, watching Pan shift about in the seat. The satyr was trying to find a comfortable seating position and failing miserably.

“It’s not really comfortable,” he said. “I don’t know how you do it.”

“I don’t think it’s meant to be that comfortable,” said Hermes. “We’re not meant to sleep in them.”

Pan hopped off the throne and chuckle, shaking his head. “Better you than me then,” he said as he strutted over to the font, producing a wood-carved cup from his satchel, and scooping up some Nektar before returning to Hermes with his hooves clacking on the floor. “So, where do you go from here”

“Good question,” said Hermes as he stroked his chin. “My investigation still continues, but I need to decide which lead to pursue first.”

Pan raised an eyebrow. “I thought your assignment had been to prevent war and from what I can see, you did just that.”

Hermes shrugged and sighed. “Maybe so, but it still feels incomplete.”

“How so?” asked Pan, sampling the Nektar with a quick sip and then approving with a wide and wet grin crossing his lips.

“I do not know why the navigator’s corpse was defiled,” said Hermes, apparently plucking the first thought from his mind and putting it into words, “or who that woman was that attacked me.”

Pan nodded as he swallowed his Nektar, letting the fluid warm his eldritch body from the inside. Nektar did not make the gods drunk like many mortals assumed, no the gods could enjoy the recreational thrills of alcohol and other intoxicants just as mortals could and were prone to do so. The effect Nektar had on their body was mainly nourishing. Infused with the essence of pure creation, it made the gods feel stronger and faster, caused their minds to surge with extrasensory information. It was like it put them in touch with their surroundings on an intimate level. While the thrill of this could be equated to the buzz of alcohol as some mortals described it, for the gods it was much more intimate.

“It sounds to me like she was a goddess,” added Pan, “based off what Athena said.”

Hermes looked at Pan and nodded. “I have not spoken to Athena concerning what happened exactly. I was taken immediately to Asclepius for treatment…”

“Well, maybe now is your chance,” said Pan, noting Athena breaking away from her conversation with Hera.

Hermes glanced over his shoulder and saw the goddess. With a motion of his head, he invited Pan to follow his lead and the two cut Athena off from exiting the throne room.

“Hermes. Pan,” Athena addressed each of them. “Can I help you?”

“What happened with the one who shanked me,” Hermes said with a smirk, “and stole my caduceus?”

“I gave chase. We fought. She attacked me with this strange device. Then before I could get a good look at her, she flew out the skylight of the temple,” Athena said in brief summary.

“She flew?” asked Hermes.

Athena nodded. “Yeah.”

“Was she wearing a flight device or was this air manipulation?” asked Hermes.

“It was dark,” Athena said, “but I didn’t notice any flight device. Still… when she launched off, it reminded me of your Talaria.”

Hermes nodded. “I am sure it was wind essence manipulation then,” he eyed Pan and let out a sigh. “I was afraid of that. That will make it harder to identify her. She could be any one of the aurae for instance.”

The mention of the aurae filled Pan’s mind with the mental picture of the beautiful wind and cloud nymphs. He took a sip of his Nektar as he did so and allowed the Nektar to make the imagined thought all the more vivid.

“Well, there was something else she said,” said Athena. “You’ll have to catch me but this time, I won’t be so easy for you to dismember as I have a dozens of limbs now…”

“Arachne?” asked Pan.

“No,” Athena said, shaking her head. “I thought that at first, too. I mean, it’s possible. She does hate me and the family… and she’s more or less a heretic herself and could definitely be sympathetic to their cause. But I don’t think it’s her.”

“Who then?” asked Pan.

Hermes had the answer before Athena. “You are afraid it’s Mnemosyne, aren’t you?”

The mention of the Titaness’ name caused Pan to shudder. His Nektar-swollen mind recalled her haunting face vividly and with it, he thought back to the usurpation so long ago. Mnemosyne had been the Titan put in charge of interrogating Hera after her capture by Hera. Hera’s own formidable psychic power allowed her to resist the Titanic psychic onslaught of Mnemosyne, but it was only a matter of time before she would break and so the gods launched an attack to draw the Titans into battle and allow Hermes and Pan to lead a small rescue team into the Haven to rescue Hera.

That rescue had consisted most notably of Ares, Athena, and Hephaestus; in addition to Pan and Hermes. While Pan and Hermes were simply meant to lead the team into the secret entrance mischievous young gods had discovered, Hephaestus came to get them access into the Haven by bypassing systems and alarms. Hephaestus stayed in a supply room with Hermes and Pan to protect them while Ares and Athena went in to complete the rescue operation.

Pan only heard about what happened later but as he recalled it, Ares and Athena had little problem navigating the Haven. Most of the Titans were busy defending the Haven from gods’ assault and thus the two were able to explore the Haven unmolested. There were mortals that served the Titans, mostly guards and servants, but concubines as well; but none stood a chance against the determined deities. Ares and Athena slew any that crossed their path and did so quietly.

When they found the tower which Hera had be kept in, they attempted to rescue her but found her catatonic, trapped in a nightmare as part of Mnemosyne’s interrogation of her. When they decided to carry Hera out of their, Mnemosyne discovered the intrusion and went to meet them in battle, blocking their exit. But the Titaness may have found Ares and Athena, the three gods in the supply room behind her were able to distract her to give Ares and Athena an opportunity to strike.

Violence was not Mnemosyne’s forte, but she was still a Titaness and her power proved to be more than a match for a young Ares and Athena as this was prior to the endowment of Titanic essence. Hermes and Hephaestus rescued Hera as the warrior gods kept the Titan engaged and deciding to do something uncharacteristically brave of him, the young Pan joined the fray.

Mnemosyne had blasted Ares and Athena down a corridor, disarming both of them in the process. She then opened her hands and conjured fierce blades of entropic power. As she moved in to finish the gods off, Pan let out an uneven wail that was intended to be a battle scream and ran his tiny horns into the Titaness’ backside.

The Titaness’ rather shapely buttocks were unharmed but her pride took a blow. With a snarl of rage, the Titaness then skewered the satyr with her blades, lifting him off the floor and causing him to scream out in pain as the crackling blades shot their entropic essence into his small body and threatened to dissolve him from the inside.

Then in the midst of all this agony, Pan looked into Mnemosyne’s eyes and smiled. He saw that which she could not. He saw his salvation and then he watched as Ares and Athena looked to one another with knowing glances and attacked in perfect synchronicity. Striking the Titaness’ shoulders with their reclaimed weaponry, Ares and Athena lopped the arms off, causing the essence channeled through them to dissipate and drop the injured Pan to the floor.

As the gods returned to their base camp, the four gods were all carrying a trophy. Ares dragged the armless Titaness out by her bound legs, Hephaestus carried his mother, Athena cradled Pan in her arms, and Hermes swung the severed arms about as if they were toys.

“I am,” said Athena. “She has something against Ares and I.”

Pan sighed. “I hope it’s not her, because then she may be coming for me too.”

“She might already,” said Hermes. “I am concerned due to the timing of all this that these nymph and satyr killings may be connected to Epimetheus, the situation with the Advancer, and this mysterious woman that attacked us.”

“It can’t be Mnemosyne, though,” said Pan, shaking his head. “She is still in Tartarus, right?”

“Last I heard,” said Hermes. “Maybe that is where I should go next.”

“Tartarus?” asked Pan.

“Yeah. Want to come?”

Pan scoffed and drank from his wooden cup.

“How about you?”

Athena looked at Hermes. She had an expression of surprise and then replaced it with a look of concern. “I do not know. I should probably return to Athens. I am not certain I can trust Ares to not agitate matters further and cause a new border war,” she said with a glance over to the Nektar font where Ares and Dionysus were idly chatting. “Besides,” she started up, looking back at Hermes, “how are you going to get into Tartarus without your caduceus?”

Hermes winced.

“You don’t feel whole without that, don’t you?” asked Pan.

“Not really,” said Hermes. “I suppose I’ll have to make the journey and request Hades’ assistance to get me into the prison.”

“What about Iris?” asked Pan. “Couldn’t you request her help?”

Hermes stroked his chin. “There’s an idea. I’ll have to track her down, but… I have an idea!” he said with a trickster’s grin. “Athena, would you mind aiding me?”

“How?”

Several minutes later, Pan followed the two gods into the aviary. Hermes looked at the many different avian automatons and smiled as he found the small little citrine and aurichalcum canary. Above its perch was a plaque that read ‘Iris’ and listed off her divine titles. Hermes put his finger forward and sensing his potent essence, the bird whirred to life and stepped to take purchase on his finger.

Hermes then smiled and looked at Athena, his head motioning her to do as they discussed.

Clearing her throat, Athena rolled her eyes, and then spoke in her best imitation of Hera’s inflection. “Iris! Meet me in my temple apartment in Thebes at once!”

Once there was prolonged silence, the bird’s eyes closed, saving the recorded messages to its essence drives. Then it took off, skittering out through a special vent that fed into the aether.

“That’s it?” asked Pan. “You think she’ll fall for it?”

“There’s only one way to tell,” said Hermes with a smile. “Anyone up for a trip to Thebes?”

Pan shrugged. “My satyrs are all dispersed among the nymph tribes. They will hear the proclamations to travel to the enclave through them so… Yeah. I’m in. Why not?”

Athena let out a long sigh. “I still don’t understand the need for deception.”

“What? It’s funner this way,” replied Hermes. “Come on. You know you want to see if the Titan is still in Tartarus… I promise father won’t let Ares blow up your nation while you’re gone.”
Which would you rather see the week after next?
57%
115 deviants said Chloe Sullivan & Aquaman (Variant) - Regularly scheduled portraits
43%
86 deviants said Danielle Cassidy & Blue Devil (Super Brawl contest prize)

Mature Content

This content is intended for mature audiences.


or, enter your birth date.*


Month

Day

Year*
Please enter a valid date format (mm-dd-yyyy)
Please confirm you have reviewed DeviantArt's Terms of Service below.
* We do not retain your date-of-birth information.
Vassilios clutched the wrist of Alekos, stopping just short of the nymph's aquatic flesh. The boy stared at the wealthy Theban with peculiar eyes. "I… I don't understand," said the boy.

"I chose who lives and who dies," said Vassilios with a grin. He pointed to the nymph. "She lives. You die… heretic."

Alekos was confused and that emotion seemed to spread like wildfire as whispers and chatter spread through the patrons of the celebration. Things such as "What is he doing?", "Is this normal?", "Does Vassilios make such jests?", and so forth were heard in rapid, overlapping succession and then the answer to that question came at once as Vassilios disappeared in particles of essence, blown away like sand castle in a windstorm.

Standing where Vassilios was moments ago was a pale male in a fine suit with long brown hair pulled back into a ponytail, well-trimmed facial hair, and dark red eyes.

Alekos looked over toward Nitsa in the crowd, but he could not find her before the dagger that was in his hand moments ago was plunged into his gut. Coughing up blood, Alekos slumped on the ground and let out a pained wail.

"What is the meaning of this? You can't interfere with the sacrifice. Who do you think you are?" asked the large Argosi doorman, his heavy footsteps approaching the well-dressed one but as he moved to intercept him, the man disappeared from sight. Grumbling, the Argosi scanned the room as the attendants began to run for the door, Nitsa and Rouvin among them.

"You know my name," said a disembodied voice behind the Argosi, causing the giant of a man to spin about in a fright. Slowly, the well-dressed man returned to sight now armed with large metal staff crowned with two wicked blades which crackled with violet energy. "Say it!" he said as he shoved the blades into the Argosi ribs.

"Oh my gods," cried the doorman as his precious blood poured from the wounds.

Scoffing, the well-dressed man swung the man aside and pulled his weapon free. "Look at that, my love! Deathbed atonement! How quaint…" he said with a fierce scoff as he smashed his foot between the wounds, causing blood to gush out.

The woman smiled and set the hound on the steps as she stepped off the stairs and let her own trappings disappear, revealing a dark skinned woman with brilliant red hair whose drink transformed into a long scepter with a burning green fire. As the partygoers tried to exit the door which was already barred from the outside, she held out her hand toward the door and further persuaded guests from not leaving early by causing the wooden door to sprout wicked thorns and toxic flowers.

As the partygoers stepped back the door, they found themselves herded between the two divinities and the cruel door. Rouvin tried for the window next to the door but the woman held out scepter and launched a ball of flame which struck the wall next to the window and sent scorching embers about the room.

"Say it and be forgiven of heresy," said the God of Death to the dying doorman as the partygoers were forced to become the audience.

Short of breath, the Argosi wheezed. "Hades…"

"Acknowledge my divinity!" he shouted, aiming the bident at the man's throat.

With blood pouring from his wounds and mouth alike, the Argosi coughed and hacked, spewing blood. "I… I acknow-" and then he closed his eyes to accept death.

Hades smiled and shook his head. "Not so easy…" he said as he cast his hand over the Argosi and rained violet essence over his corpse, causing him to open his eyes and cry out in pain. "I'll be back for you," Hades said as he then eyed the other guests. "It may not look like it, but this is your fortunate night!"

The partygoers ran the range of frantic panting, desperate screaming, angry mumbling, and sheer silence. Nitsa clung to Rouvin, sobbing as she watched the life drain from Alekos while Rouvin trembled himself and hoped no one noticed the moist trickle running down his leg.

Hades strolled forward with a smile. "I offer three things here tonight," he said, indicating just as many fingers on his hand. "The first is simple release. Step forward, declare yourself a heretic for all eternity and I shall grant you quick exit from this cursed world you so hate. You will not die a martyr, though. I will anoint you as a proper sacrifice to the various members of my family and my own subjects who could use a little pick-me-up by way of a little extra worship."

He paused for a moment and a still hush fell over the room. Persephone conjured a pomegranate in her hand and took a deep juicy bite. By the time she swallowed, no one had spoken. So she broke silence. "I suspect they wish to hear all their options before they decide, my love."

"Fair enough, my sweet," said Hades as he spun his bident about and sunk the blades into the doorman's forearm. Once planted, he leaned forward on the shaft of his weapon and in so doing indicated his bident had actually pierced the floor. The Argosi let out a wicked scream, unable to die by way of the enchantment placed upon him by the God of Death but still very much in pain. "Option two," Hades said with sobering expression, "is you come forward and denounce yourself as a heretic and swear upon the River Styx that you will join the clergy. Templars, Chalicers, Deep Druids, whichever service you prefer is fine, but you will do so."

Persephone took another bite of her pomegranate and chewed slowly.

"Last option, last chance," Hades said, now frowning. "Confess your sins. Give me valuable information on this heresy of yours, absolve your soul of the taint of heresy, and in turn receive my pardon. Your choice," he said as he pulled his bident from the doorman's forearm, causing another series of fresh, moist shouts. "Let's begin with you," Hades said, pointing to a long-necked man in a fine suit.

The man slowly stepped forward. He raised his head high and gave a wicked grin. "I shall never ackn-"

His head hit the floor and rolled to show his still open and blinking eyes to the crowd of heretics who let out a united scream.

The blood stains on Hades' bident blades turned to essence vapor and were absorbed into the weapon as he stepped forward and produced a coin from his pocket. He placed the silver in the severed head and gently closed the jaw before nudging the head toward the wall with the side of his foot. "I grant the essence of your soul unto Apollo, God of Prophecy. May you have better foresight in your next life… Next?"

Another man stepped forward, trembling. He moved closer to Hades and then ceased, becoming still. He let out a deep breath and dared to look Hades in the eyes. He then looked over his shoulder and addressed the assembled heretics. "There's thirty of us! There are only two of them. I say we wrestle this spear of his from him and kill him and his bitch-"

Hades grabbed the man by the hair and yanked the head down to meet Hades' knee, snapping his neck in a wicked crack. Then with inhuman strength, he cast the man aside by his hair, tossing him like he had weighed no more than discarded boot. With a glare, he crashed his bident into the floor between him and the cowering heretics. "You want my weapon? Take it!" he declared, taking a step back. "But do so knowing that I felled Titans without it. Do you think you possibly can defy me?" and then there was silence. "Your silence makes me think you are all leaning toward the first option. I hope that is not the case."

Rouvin was the one who stepped forward. He looked poised to reach for the bident but he let out a long breath. "Lord Hades… I came here as a mistake with my friends. I did not realize this was a heretical cult until now. I would gladly give you insight if I knew anything, but alas… I do not."

With a slow nod, Hades motioned Rouvin to come closer. "I believe you," he whispered in Rouvin's ear. "See yourself out the back," he said and gently patted the boy on the back. "Maybe grab a fresh pair of trousers from one of the wardrobes on your way out too?"

Hesitantly, Rouvin nodded and began to stroll away. As he got closer to Alekos, he paused and stared at his friend. "I… I'm sorry."

Alekos groaned as face was beyond white, his face gaunt and emaciated.

"Is there a problem?" Hades said, his back turned to Rouvin so he could continue to face the crowd.

"No," Rouvin said as he reached for the hilt sticking from Alekos' gut and jerked it free. Alekos let out a long painful growl. He then knelt down and placed the blade to the still chained nymph's neck. "Not a problem at all… as long as you heal my friend and let us both leave."

Hades scoffed as he pivoted on his foot and began to approach. "I am the God of Death. I do not heal wounds."

Rouvin pointed at Persephone. "She can… She's a fertility goddess, right?"

Persephone eyed Hades and shrugged.

"It's possible," said Hades, inching forward. "But I am not who enjoys healing would-be murderers."

"Alekos is a good kid," Rouvin declared. "He… He's just confused. Girls do that."

Hades scoffed and smiled, eyeing Persephone who was more than a little amused by that statement. Smiling, Hades nodded and took another step forward. "I can agree with that. Very well, I will make a deal with you. Give me some information about the Broken Book I did not know earlier, swear on the Styx that you will never practice heresy again, and then I will allow you both to leave."

One of the heretics broke away from the crowd and grabbed the bident's shaft. Nearly immediately their hands were scorched by the residual essence which flowed over the length of it, causing their flesh to sear and bubble.

Hades did not so much as look over his shoulder. "What will it be?"

Rouvin pressed the blade tighter against the nymph's neck flesh. "I told you, I don't know anything!"

"Everyone knows something!" he barked.

Struggling to even breathe, Alekos grabbed Rouvin's shoulder and pulled himself to a sitting position as his free hand clutched his gut tightly. "I… I know something."

"Speak then," said Hades as another mortal wrapped their coat around their hands in an attempt to grab the bident. The attempt ended with a similar result as the last one. "What do you know?"

"The rite of clearance," he said with a cough of blood, "it's just honesty. Pure honesty."

Clicking his tongue, Hades shook his head. "I already knew that. Try again… and be quick, there's a Thanatosi eager to reap your soul."

"I can name secrets!" shouted a voice from the heretic throng. "Let them live and I'll tell you all I know."

Intrigued, Hades looked over his shoulder and bore witness to Nitsa pushing her way forward. He smiled at her. "Oh, a feisty one…"

Nitsa took a step forward before an angry heretic grabbed her arm and pulled her back, crying "You traitorous bitch!" and raising a knife over their head.

The blade plunged down but did not find Nitsa's breast, instead it found Persephone's. The flimsy adamantine edge barely cut her skin before the weaker metal bent the blade of the cheap knife. Persephone looked down at the scratch and scoffed.

Hades was next to Persephone in another moment, stepping between his wife and where Nitsa had been cast aside by the quick-thinking goddess. Hades looked at the trickle of ichor on his wife's chest and growled.

Fearful, the heretic took a step back and found the other heretics parting behind him. Hades stepped forward and grabbed the man by the necktie and cinched it tight, causing the man to let out desperate choking gasps and flail about. Hades then lifted one of his legs and brought the foot smashing down into the mortal's knee, shattering it and much of the other leg bones, causing blood to spray out of the compound fractures. "Please don't kill me!" he cried out with a weak, wheezy voice. "I don't want to die!"

Hades tossed him to the floor carelessly and scoffed. "You made my love bleed and now you bleed. Fair is fair," Hades said before he turned to trace his finger over Persephone minor cut and wipe the ichor away to reveal the cut has already healed her flesh whole. She smiled at him and he returned it before stepping away to retrieve Nitsa from the floor and get her on her feet. "Now, where were we?"

"You… You wanted secrets?" Nitsa nodded. "I can tell you but you need to save him," she said, pointing to Alekos. "Look at him, Lord Hades. He does not have much left in him… and should he die, you cannot heal him. It will be too late. Even should you bring him back, he will not be the same Alekos, is that not right? He will be changed."

Hades stroked his bearded chin as he looked over to Persephone. "That sounds like proper theology not asinine heretical rhetoric," he said with a smirk. "Do my ears hear this as it is, my love?"

"I believe they do," she replied with a nod.

Hades looked back at Nitsa. "If I spare him, what would you have me do with you?"

"I don't care," Nitsa replied with a slight nod and stiff posture. Her eyes locking onto Hades as she composed her breathing and continued, "I am a heretic. I have lost my faith and I have said trespasses against you and the other gods. I do not ask you to spare my life, only the lives of these two boys who until tonight made no such wrongs against your pantheon."

Hades nodded. "And these others?" he motioned to the cowering crowd behind him. "Would you ask me to pardon them too in exchange for your life?"

She shook her head. "No… They are as guilty as I. By your laws, we deserve death."

Alekos shook his head weakly and whispered a faint. "No… Nitsa… Don't…"

Hades shot a passing glimpse to Persephone and let out a long sigh. "Here is the thing," he said as he looked upon Persephone, but spoke to Nitsa, "the lives of two dozen heretics means nothing compared to the soul of a single believer," Hades explained, his gaze falling back to look at Nitsa. "And you… You are a believer. What you just told me was speckled with lies, Nitsa. I know. I am the God of Mysteries. I know deception when I hear it, even when you are only lying to yourself. You do believe… and yet… you wanted to become a heretic."

"I sense a tale of redemption," Persephone said with a smile, retrieving her pomegranate from the end table she had rested it on as she rushed in to rescue Nitsa earlier.

"You are a complex figure, young Nitsa," Hades smiled. "Very well, let's talk… but how about we go somewhere a little less dreary?"

Nitsa blinked twice and then cleared her throat. She managed a quiet nod, with a confused and fearful expression.

Hades smiled and then looked at Persephone.

Persephone strolled forward. She gave Rouvin a condemning glance as he still held the blade to the gagged nereid's throat. Putting that aside for now, she knelt in front of Alekos and offered him her pomegranate. "Bite down on this as often healing is not as pleasant as one thinks."

Alekos did as he was told and then Persephone shoved her entire hand into the gaping wound. Immediately, he dropped the fruit and screamed out in agonizing pain. Rouvin shouted protests but they might a well have been mute as Alekos' cries could not be surpassed. Then green vines of essence swirled around her arm and grew into Alekos. Blood gushed outward as did a black ooze and soon it was replaced by a brilliant green glow that the mortals had need to shield their eyes from.

As Persephone and the three mortals watched this event, Hades turned about and grabbed his bident. His smile dropped as he took no pleasure in what was needed now. I gave you all a chance, he told himself in silent thought as the bident was jerked from the floor and then swung forward in vicious arc and bloodletting lunges. Alekos' own screams masked the sounds of carnage as Hades slaughtered the heretics for their trespasses, dedicating each one to a minor god in the Underworld.

When Alekos again drew healthy breath, he was still weak and sore, but he chuckled at the sensation of pain. He was embraced by Nitsa and the two shared a passionate kiss.

Persephone stood with an outreached hand, waiting for Rouvin to hand her the dagger. When he did so, she quickly slashed him across the face with it and then smacked his forehead with the hilt, knocking him into an unconscious slump on the floor.

Nitsa opened her mouth to protest, but kept her tongue as she saw Rouvin still draw breath.

Persephone then gripped the cheap lock binding the adamantine chains about the Nereid and rendered it into scrap, casting it aside as she pulled the chains free of the nymph. "My apologies for the delay," she said helping the nymph to her feet and then embracing her as sisters would after a long absence.

Then Hades strolled away with blood-soaked façade and glowering brow. "Come," he simply said to the others. "Let's go…" he then walked by the hound, still sitting on the steps with a curious whimper.

Alekos called out to the Lord of Death. "Is that not Cerberus, my lord? Your hound?"

"Cerberus?" asked Hades with a scoff. "Hell no. It's just a dog. I believe it belonged to Vassilios before I killed him and took his look as my own."

Tatiana Forcier

Fri Feb 23, 2018, 11:44 AM

Tatiana Forcier (Earth-27) commission by phil-cho
 BIOGRAPHICAL INFORMATION


Legal Name

Tatiana Forcier (née Janvier)


Known Aliases

Lacene Guillory (Cover Name), Mystic, Euyun Batini (League Title), Mystical Eyes (Translation of League Title)


Relatives

Monique Forcier (Spouse)


Affiliation

League of Assassins: Member

Lamda Psi Sorority: Chapter Chaperone


Date of Birth

October 3rd, 1990


Occupation

Fortune Teller


Employer

Self-Employed


Marital Status

Married: Monique Forcier (Wife)


Residence (Primary)

Lamda Psi Sorority House

512 University Row

Burnside, Gotham City, NJ


Residence (Secondary)

Mobile - League of Assassins


PHYSICAL INFORMATION


Race

Metahuman


Gender

Female


Orientation

Lesbian


Hair Color

Brown


Eye Color

Gray


Height

5' 11" / 1.8 m


Weight

142 lbs /65 kg


1990 - 2006

I should begin by saying much of what I am about to say concerning the background of this mysterious woman has been unverified, most likely due to a cover-up by Tatiana herself or her benefactors in the League of Assassins. I do not know her surname prior to her marriage and I have my doubts as to Tatiana being her real given name. But let's just begin, shall we? 

Suposedly Tatiana is the daughter of an engineer and medical researcher from Grenoble, France. At a young age, her meta-gene activated and though she tried to hide the fact that she was developing psychic powers, it was not difficult for people to ascertain that something was off and unsettling about young Tatiana.

While the family was visiting family in England, Tatiana lashed out at her cousin for calling her a freak. Not intending anything more than a cruel remark, Tatiana told her cousin to go kill himself and her nascent powers opened the young boy's mind, overwhelming his self-preservation instincts, and caused him to take a running leap out the window of his family's fifth story apartment.


The police did not believe Tatiana's story and she was tried for her cousin's murder, but on grounds of her aparent mental instability she was sent to Ravenscar Secure Hospital to serve out her sentence. Except, she never arrived there, The van transporting her to the facility was stopped by The Swiss and two associates who needed to infiltrate the mental asylum. Tatiana was left alive but bound and due to crew's need to make a quick escape, she was abducted. When the assassins learned of her abilities they decided to bring her back to Ra's.

Interested in the girl, Ra's gave her to El Penitente who performed a number of experiments on her, strengthening her psychic abilities and using he aura to enrich her cells and augment her psysique to superb leves. Eventually, Nyssa al Ghul decided that El Penitente's pet needed to be utilized and sent Tatiana into training, where she struggled.

But fortune smiled on Tatiana as she found another psychic fledgling among her pack that needed help with her powers. The fledgling was named Monique and the two partnered up.


2006 - Present
(Coming Soon)

RESOURCES


Artifact
Tatiana shares the cosmological markers of other Artifacts.

Telepathy
Tatiana is a capable telepath and is considered a prodigy, even among the League of Assassins' most prominent telepathic minds. Tatiana has an incredible working knowledge of the average humanoid brain and the specific functions of each part.
-Telepathic Communication: Tatiana can read peoples' minds in detail, either by consciously willing it or by mentally picking up their stray thoughts. Via her telepathy, she can also send messages into the minds of others, sounding like her own voice inside their heads, or place knowledge of certain things into people's minds. Using a combination of these methods, she can interpret unknown alien languages. To those she is most familiar with, Tatiana can send messages or establish mental contact at considerable distances.
-Telepathic Cloak: Tatiana can mask her presence and the use of her abilities from being detected by other telepaths and psychic entities. Se can extend these defenses to others around her as well.
-Telepathic Illusions: By flooding the mind of others with false sensory data, Tatiana can create illusions or even implant false memories. While trapping a victim in a loop or static environment is easy and instantaneous, fashioining 'living' illusions requires a great deal of Tatiana's concentration.
-Mind Control: By asserting her own consciousness into the minds of others, Tatiana can mentally possess others. By fragmenting portions of her own mental consciousness, she can retain control of her own body and control up to five others in this manner.
-Psionic Blast: By flooding the mind of a target with her a cocktail of her own life's past emotional trauma and torment, Tatiana can cause another to suffer a breakdown through psychic onslaught.
-Aura Reading: Usually practicing this ability through tarot cards, Tatiana is able to interesting facts about a person's history, powers, and more. This ability requires Tatiana to have some sort of focus, whether it be the actual person present for her ritual, a possession that once belonged to them, or Tatiana having recently encountered them.
-Psychic Surgery: Through her psychic abilities, Tatiana is able to diagnose whatever ails a person's body by tapping into their subconscious and overriding their pain receptors to numb their pain. She can also merge her own aura with her patient, feeding their aura psychic energy or vital life force to sustain the patient and prevent them from death. While performing this feat, Tatiana is in a trance-like state as her mind taps into the skills and knowledge of the best surgeon or physician within hundreds of miles of her location.

Occult Resistance
Tatiana has shown herself to be considerably immune to occult and psychic means of persuasion and manipulation. Magic attacks often become inert when in contact with her considerably potent aura.

Physical Condition
Having trained with the League of Assassins, Tatiana is in exceptional shape and highly athletic.

Multilingual
Having travelled the world since a young age, Tatiana is an exceptionally gifted linguist. Her mental abilities have helped her master languages at exceptionally rapid speeds. 

Martial Arts
Tatiana is an exceptionally gifted fighter, though not as exceptional as many of the League's martial artists. Tatiana's style is a blend of Savate, Muay Thai, Capoeira, and Krav Maga.


WEAKNESSES


Migraines
Overstimulation of her powers can cause Tatiana to suffer debilitating migraines. Exposure to bright lights, loud or overlapping sounds, or extreme temperatures can cause her powers to be inaccessible or uncontrollable, or even cause her to bleed from eyes, nose, mouth, and ears, or even lose consciousness and slip into a catatonic state.

Haunted
Not afraid to throw a punch or even cause debilitating injuries to those she needs to, Tatiana is however afraid of killing. The last time she killed someone, she slipped into a coma for thirteen months and awoke later to find that the ghost of the deceased was eternally bound to her. Supposedly her childhood cousin's ghost also haunts her.

Loved Ones
Tatiana is emotionally vulnerable due to her love of Monique Forcier, and to a lesser extent Monique's comrades Emma and Rina. If they are put in jeopardy, Tatiana could be blackmailed or forced to surrender herself. However, I advise caution with exploitation of this as Tatiana is a trained assassin with potent psychic abilities. You threaten someone she loves, she might be willing to risk another coma to know they are safe.


TRIVIA


Tatiana enjoys pantomimes and actually thinks mimes are enjoyable entertainment. She tends to tip those with donation bowls quite handsomely and will watch them, as well as other street performers, for as long as she as has idle time.

Tatiana is a luddite. While she can do basic computer operation and has a smart phone, she refuses social media and buys her books in print. She also rarely has her phone actually on her person except when away from home.

Tatiana has a knack for women's clothing sizes and is usually able to guess the exact clothing size for women with nothing more than a long glance. She also enjoys dressing friends up in clothing and tends to buy an excessive amount of clothing in all sizes just for the purpose of giving away clothing whenever she makes a new friend who is 'perfect' for these clothes or in need of a fashion makeover.

Tatiana is a great dancer.

Sometimes Tatiana can be heard talking to herself. In truth, she is talking to two wayward ghosts that haunt her. She has acutally managed to make peace with them and is quite friendly with them. Both have been dead for a number of years, however and have little in the way of human personality except in the rare lucid moment so most of the time they are quiet and just linger around Tatiana apparently.

Tatiana's claims to not be a fan of lobster, but secretly loves it. She only indulges in treating herself to a lobster dinner every so often when her wife is away on a mission.

Tatiana takes heavy sleeping medication to allow her to sleep at night as she suffers from acute insomnia, but as she fears her past as an assassin may come back to haunt her while she sleeps, she'll only resort to medication if her wife is around. Otherwise, she either goes without sleep or use a special lined sensory deprivation tank to block out her psychic senses.

In her personal life, Tatiana is a child rights activist. I have my theories that she may have requested her wife's extralegal services in a few instances where an abusive parent went missing in and around areas where Tatiana was living at the time.



Earth-27 by Roysovitch & phil-cho , based on the titles and characters of DC Comics, in memory of Joshua Dean Westerman

Journal History

Friends

:iconneodcu: :iconmindmarvel: :iconcrow-453: :iconempire-comics: :icondick-grayson-nightwi: :iconcolletteturner: :iconamethystangel228: :iconmfiorito: :iconrufusade: :icondkalban: :iconadityaart: :icondimitrosw: :iconhiroki8: :iconrymslm: :iconnebezial: :iconazurevirgo: :iconphil-cho:

Visitors

Shoutbox

Mr-Astounding:iconmr-astounding:
happy birthday: have a cookie :cookie:
Wed Feb 7, 2018, 2:25 AM
TheDcLogical:iconthedclogical:
How do i input my OC Female Hero in your E-27 Universe.
Wed Nov 15, 2017, 1:24 PM
galaxy543:icongalaxy543:
This might a silly question, but does Earth-27's Gotham City have their police zepplins? I ask because of Gotham City's zepplins of the '30s being very popular enough that they are included regardless of if it not fitting with the modern times.
Fri Sep 29, 2017, 1:33 PM
galaxy543:icongalaxy543:
Out of curiosity Roy, did anybddy aporoach you withany Public Domain Supeheroes? That would be cool to see, but I wouldn't know who to choose. (And sadly no money for funding as well)
Sun Sep 17, 2017, 4:25 PM
wsracejr:iconwsracejr:
I'm a huge comics fan so when I discovered you and Phil Cho's work I was beyond impressed! If DC would let you guy put something out (a comic or web/cartoon series) that would be awesome. Keep up the amazing work!
Sun Aug 27, 2017, 8:55 AM
MrMichael86:iconmrmichael86:
Hi Roy, I have such a question for you. What have you done with your NeOlympus project, or will you continue to develop it?
Fri Jun 16, 2017, 1:01 PM
Earth-27Fan:iconearth-27fan:
Hello, Mr. Roy, I hope you are well. I wanted to ask if organizations/teams like the Cult of the Kobra, or the Challengers of the Unknown will appear in Earth-27. Waiting for your response, congratulations on the success of your project.
Tue May 30, 2017, 1:20 PM
E27-Fanboy:icone27-fanboy:
Hi Roy! Big fan. :h
Sun May 28, 2017, 7:29 PM
millyIris:iconmillyiris:
OMG, I'm so happy I found this! It's been not even a week since then and I've read most of the files :D BTW, is there any guide on how-to-read the files? Or are you planing to use some other plataform where it's easier to find the files/profiles? Thanks!
Fri May 26, 2017, 12:34 AM
rayshell22:iconrayshell22:
If Caitlin does get ice powers, I hope you won't use the 'split personality' plot like they used on the CW Flash.
Mon May 22, 2017, 12:25 AM
Nobody

Comments


Add a Comment:
 
:iconsoldier-man:
Soldier-Man Featured By Owner Feb 10, 2018  New Deviant
Hola Roy..! te puedo pedir si podes hacer mi personaje Jhon Stewart - Indigo (black lantern). Por favor
Reply
:iconwhs06:
WHS06 Featured By Owner Feb 7, 2018  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Happy Birthday!!
Reply
:icontheonephun211:
TheOnePhun211 Featured By Owner Feb 7, 2018  Hobbyist General Artist
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
Reply
:icondarkdealer65:
Darkdealer65 Featured By Owner Feb 7, 2018
Have your cake and eat it too happy birthday
Reply
:iconderfs51:
derfs51 Featured By Owner Feb 7, 2018
Happy Birthday!
Reply
:iconthegreenyeun95:
thegreenyeun95 Featured By Owner Feb 7, 2018
Happy birthday! :D
Reply
:iconmalchiorofnol:
MalchiorOfNol Featured By Owner Feb 7, 2018
Happy Birthday, Roy!
Reply
:iconvictor2k:
Victor2K Featured By Owner Feb 7, 2018  Hobbyist Writer
Happy Birhtday
Reply
:iconmetalharbinger084:
MetalHarbinger084 Featured By Owner Feb 7, 2018
Happy birthday dude
Reply
:iconssaffr01:
ssaffr01 Featured By Owner Feb 7, 2018
Happy birthday
Reply
Add a Comment: