pathemaooc | Test Drive #2

ARRIVAL: Your character wakes up in a temple completely naked except for the collar around their neck. Near the spot they wake up is a pile of clothing that is NOT what your character was wearing before they woke up. When they unfold the clothing they will find it's a toga and that there's a pair of sandals under it. Too bad, that's all there is. The sound of bells soon fills the temple, drowning out the noise of chatter and panic, drawing your attention to the statue in the center of the temple before a loud, booming voice fills your head:

Welcome, Honored Guests. I trust you’ve found everything easily enough. You may consider your Toga a token of my generosity and I trust the footwear will be more than sufficient;

Now I’m certain that you all have many questions, so perhaps you’ll permit me to explain.

I, Eros, Son of Ares and Aphrodite, God of Love and Sexual Desire, have brought you to Pathema for a very simple purpose. I offer you sanctuary from the trials and tribulations of your all too dreary existences and in return, I ask only one thing of you.

Your devotion.

I have seen how reluctant you creatures can be when it comes to matters of the flesh, and so I have ensured that all of you shall have the proper encouragement.

Surely you must be aware by now that each of you have been fitted with a collar. I wouldn’t try and remove them if I were you. Your petty magics, or force, will do little more than cause them to tighten I’m afraid.

Over a period of fourteen days, your collars will tighten. I’m told it’s a terribly uncomfortable experience and I wouldn’t suggest you push your limits but you mortals are rather a stubborn lot. Still, never let it be said that I didn’t try to warn you.

Now if at the end of those fourteen days, you have still refused to show your devotion to your God? You will simply cease to exist.

Oh, come now. I am not a cruel and capricious God. You’ll be permitted to return to your previous state of existence, for the mere price of something that you hold dear. A memory of those trivial times from before you were brought to your new home

Ah, yes. I do believe I have your attention now, don’t I?

But of course, how can you, mere peasants, show your God how much you adore him? I should think the answer is very simple, don’t you? I am the God of Sexual Desire after all.

SPRING FESTIVAL: Flowers are in bloom, birds are singing their love songs, and the residents of Pathéma are celebrating the arrival of Spring! Stalls of flowers can be found in the market place, fresh pressed juices and berries are sold and everyone feels more friendly than usual.

At night, bondfires are lit on the beach, and tables of food from your world are displayed alongside food from foreign places. Music is played all night long, and dancers pull strangers to join them, while the fire breathers put on a show for all to see. At midnight, fireworks light up the night skies before the party rages on until the sun comes up.

Blankets are available all over the beach, some giving more privacy than others...

NETWORK: Everyone is provided with a communication device that gives them access to an island-wide network. These can be used for so many things! Send pictures of the drunk guy at the bar, your boobs or whatever you want!!

WILDCARD: There are forests, mountains, marketplaces, all sorts of places to go and explore on the island. Ideas for settings can be found on the locations pages!

**TDM threads can be used as your sample in your application! It can also be considered in game canon if it is agreed on by all characters involved in said threads.

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Arrival

Damien Thorn had most certainly been enjoying the night before. Or he would have, had he the chance to finish it out. He was on the verge of turning 21, as well as recently graduating from Yale. Upon which the multinational corporation he had inherited, would very shortly be fully given over to him. Of course it was always his since he was 13. But there was a lot of legal red tape to navigate, one of them being he needed to have a complete education in business, and needed to be the minimum age of 21. Also? His birthday was in a few days. No doubt his followers had a surprise "group" meeting for him planned. Ohh, he liked those. Really.

He'd been dancing at a nightclub, having set his eyes on a few potential partners to go home with, when it happened. When he was no longer there. There was no heat in the room, no strobe lights overhead, no loud music pumping around him, or crowded by people. No, he was alone. And it was silent. And daytime. He realized then as he opened his eyes, that he was also fully bare and without clothes. Where had they gone, he wondered. The dark pants, black silk shirt, the red tie. Armani jacket. Not even his boxers and socks were present! He briefly thought that maybe he had gone home with a person or three, and merely forgot the encounter. No. No, that isn't something that happens to him. For one, he's immune to any drug or alcohol. He doesn't pass out without willing to.

He did, however, find a toga. "Hmm, this will do," he mused, standing up and slipping it in. Hm, not bad, he thought to himself with a smirk, slipping sandals on next, then interrupted by loud bells. As he began to walk out, he noted that this appeared to be a Greek temple, and a statue of one of the goods. "Nice," he spoke aloud to the stone image. "So hey, come here often? Just got here myself." He laughed then, now hearing a loud voice in his thoughts. Just as it was said, he did have a collar on his neck, his own being black leather.

Eros. God of Love and Sexual Desire (which, Damien couldn't lie, wished he had a title like that too). Devotion. "Come on, my existence was becoming the opposite of dreary" Damien started, but the voice still speaking. He listened as the voice went over the guidelines about the collars, and the consequences of death. "Peasants?", Damien spoke to no one in particular as he was wandering outside, "Oh come on, I'm most definitely the opposite of peasant. Huh, then again.. perhaps we are all such, compared to gods. Devotion, just what kind are we supposed to -- oohhh. Right, that kind." And then he no longer heard the voice. he got the meaning and inference, Damien realizing rather quickly what this service entailed. He had fourteen days to find someone to share a bed with, or die. "Well hey, just send me to the downtown strip in Miami and I'll have found a partner in fourteen seconds," he said to himself, amused.

He couldn't believe this. He was on his way to become ruler of the world. Granted, it'd truly began after another ten years, but he was on the path. He was following his father's purpose exactly as Lucifer had ordained for him. And now, he was a slave? Servant to another deity? And the collar, while he might like the gothic style of wear, wasn't a fan of being bound. To anyone.

But it could be worse. He was very much open to the terms of this deal. Except for the dying part. He'd just have to make sure he kept up on wearing out his bed, and he'd be fine. And if he were honest, he had always admired the Greek pantheon. And it could be worse. As potentially dangerous as this deal may be, and also possibly exciting, he thought being in service to this god was better than the one he knew. He sighed, wandering the grounds now, curious to see who, if any else, happened to have been snatched at the same time as him.

Spring Festival

Now this was more his style. He was most certainly not a stranger to parties. In fact, a toga party in college wasn't really unheard of. So, dressed in his own toga, showing off his toned arms and legs, and had been walking around the grounds. He had a drink in hand, red wine, which he downed in one gulp and quickly obtained another. This was turning out to be an interesting event. Just having been here a short time and he was already feeling at home. Mostly.

He was still not amused at being taken away from his life. From his followers. His friends. And he did have an unholy destiny to fulfill. Or was it also divine too? It was prophesied after all. On the other hand, it could be a mixed blessing that he was also far from his enemies' reach too. Whatever, he didn't want to think on that now. Now, he wanted to just enjoy himself while he could. And who knows, if he's fortunate enough, maybe his collar would loosen up a bit after tonight. He helped himself to a bit of food then, taking an apple to snack on as he wandered the beach.

As he leaned by a table, he tossed his apple core into a trash bin, now looking at the fireworks exploding through the sky. "So," he spoke, as he saw a few people within hearing distance, "are there parties like this all the time? Because I must admit, it reminds me a bit of the ones we had at a college fraternity last year."

Test Drive #2

Damien Thorn | The Omen