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Hebe and her cuddlebuddy, Charles Xaiver
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☞ Player Information;
Name: Kally
Player Journal: squished
Age: I'm 19!
Contact: whatlonghair@live.com
Other characters currently played at Ryan's Gulch: N/A

☞ Character Information;
Character Name: Hebe
Canon: Greek Mythology
OU or AU?: OU
Canon point: Before her marriage to Hercules; subsequently before rise of Rome.

Setting: Welcome to the world of Greek Mythology, where your father can be your baby's daddy, and your mother could be on the Queen Goddess's shitlist because she slept with the King God. There are also prancing half-horse-half-men who are randier than your average pubescent boy with a Playboy magazine. A pretty girl can cause a ten-year-long war, and a goddess can wreck your perfectly happy married life because she thinks you and that girl across the street would make a better match. Basically, the gods have the power, and the mortals are their toys. The gods make centuries pass by torturing and exploiting and creating and vandalizing multitude of situations which give them means for amusement. Sometimes there are gods are actually nice...but they are eventually silence by the mean gods and then made to dance for those gods' entertainment.

It's basically hell in a hand-basket, or as the Greeks say, Hades in a hand-basket.

History: Hebe comes into the Greek world of Mount Olympus as the third (and last) daughter of the embittered union of Zeus and Hera, King and Queen of Mount Olympus. Her first centuries as a baby are spent being passed from nymph nanny to nymph nanny while Zeus and Hera are too busy squabbling to pay their daughter much mind. When Hebe is given attention, it is either as a leverage that Hera can hold over Zeus, or a pretty decoration that Hera can show in front of the other gods.

Zeus paid even less attention to Hebe, and only saw his baby daughter twice in her infancy, and it was never a social visit. One either matter, after Hebe has served her purpose in her parents' schemes, she is transferred back to her nymph nannies. Her adolescence aren't much better, as Zeus and Hera start to expect Hebe to pick sides, leaving the young little goddess distraught at being caught in the middle of her parents' arguments. As soon as she's old enough to know the art of escape, Hebe starts to spend most of her time outside her royal home, where the nymphs play and the warriors of Olympus tussle and boast. She finds excitement in running with her half-sisters and half-brothers, learning basic skills under their tutelage. Skills such as hunting, defense, reading, writing, and crafting.

All while being barred from leaving Olympus (Hera may not have cared much, but she she didn't want her daughter's views changed by the views of the mortal world).

But Zeus and Hera are not finished with controlling Hebe's life. Once they are sure Hebe is old enough to manage bigger responsibilities, they make her attendant to the Love Goddess, Aphrodite. Hebe spends her days as an attendant basically being Aphrodite's slave. She organizes devotions made by the mortal world below Olympus and does odd jobs in Aphrodite's name, as well as menial tasks that the lazy Aphrodite refuses to do. It doesn't help that Aphrodite blatantly visits with Ares, while turning away Hephaestus, both being Hebe's full-blood brothers, but Hephaestus being Hebe's favorite. Aphrodite even assigns Hebe to prepare Ares' baths when he visits with the Love Goddess, something Hebe utterly detests.

Ares and Aphrodite enjoy sending Hebe back and forth between each other, making Hebe help hide their affairs and be present to clean up the mess the two make (much to Hebe's disgust). Ares is more of a bully to his sister, causing Hebe to rather dislike her brother more than usual. Ares's vulgar and obnoxious mannerisms get on Hebe's nerves and his little practical jokes make Hebe red-faced enough that she could be mistaken for one of the tomatoes from Demeter's gardens.

When Aglaea, the youngest of the Three Charites and another of Aphrodite's attendants, becomes sweet on Hephaestus, it is Hebe who arranges secret meetings between Aglaea and the smithy god. She encourages their romance and continues to help keep Aphrodite in the dark on the affair. Which eventually leads to Hephaestus's final estrangement and divorce from the Love Goddess. Aphrodite eventually discovers Hebe's role and returns Hebe to Hera. Much to Hebe's surprise, Hera is more amused by the chaos Hebe caused for the Love Goddess rather than be furious (after all, Hera is not exactly a big fan of Aphrodite, as Aphrodite encourages quite a number of Zeus's affairs, and that the goddess of affairs herself was cheated on was too good to not find amusing.)

Hebe then becomes Hera's attendant, drawing Hera's chariot for special occasions and preparing Hera's horses. Hebe at first finds this new role much better than the role she played for Aphrodite, but when Hera begins to baby and order Hebe around, Hebe finds that her own mother is much worse than Aphrodite. Especially when her goddess ability emerges, and Hera begins to use Hebe to her advantage.

Hebe becomes the goddess of youth, able to revitalize any being with life and return their appearance to that of a healthy, younger version of their former selves. She finds herself being able to heal herself after any scrapes and falls, even able to put herself back together after suffering a major injury that would have surely temporarily crippled any other god. A tremendous prize, Hera keeps Hebe to her hip as a trophy of sorts (much to Hebe's embarrassment) which she flaunts to all Olympus and especially to Zeus.

But Zeus isn't one to be shown up. He decides to do one better than Hera. He takes their daughter and places her in the sacred gardens where he swiftly removes all nymphs and places Hebe in charge of cultivating and caring for the fruits and vegetables fit only for the gods to eat. With this new task, Hebe must fill all roles that the nymphs had played in the gardens, from collecting and mixing drinks and foods, to gathering the sacred nectar used to make the immortality elixir of the gods called Ambrosia. As soon as Hebe takes over making the Ambrosia, the gods begin to feel an extra burst of revitalization, due to Hebe's youth abilities spreading into the nectar for the Ambrosia.

Seeing the opportunity to gloat, Zeus and Hera encourage and support Hebe's position, and the next heavenly gathering, they give to Hebe a specially made cup. They tell her that she will be the Cupbearer for the gatherings, passing the title off as wanting to acknowledge Hebe's work, but really using Hebe as another prop to show the other gods the power of their family, as well as give Hera and Zeus all the more reason to feud.

Personality: Hebe is a bubbly, peppy, vivacious creature who is hard-pressed to damper when she is in such a good mood. If you want to go pout or rave and rant, that is fine, but if Hebe is in a good mood, please don't rain on her parade, okay? She's that girl at the party who dances on the top of the kitchen table with four shots of tequila and waving her high heels in the air whilst cheering to 'Party Rock Anthem'. She is the girl who bursts out of a building, laughing and giggling, waving her arms in the air, ready for some fun. She'll have a can of soda and bag of poprocks at hand for zaniness, and her clothing will be the common wear of your average twenty-first century hipster.

She is youth personified.

Hebe can be described as hyperactive, as she enjoys running, jumping, climbing, swimming, and other athletics every day of the week and when she is very excited, she babbles like a small child. She also waves her arms, wiggles her hands, and flexes her fingers, keeping herself in constant movement, only stopping when she lays down her head at night for sleep. It is impossible for Hebe to keep still, and try as many gods might, they could never break Hebe of her thumb-twiddling habit. Which is just fine by Hebe, since she detests keeping still and especially detests laziness that is so common in many of the gods of Olympus. She enjoys traversing both Olympus (her One True Love) and the world of the mortals, befriending most she meets and earning herself a cult of her own (much to Zeus's ire) during her younger years.

Unlike her siblings, Hebe does not like to participate in the games that gods play with the mortals. She frowns upon the unwarranted cruelty and tries to help the mortals in her own newfangled methods (such as removing an age curse placed upon a lovely young woman that made her into a decrepit, wrinkly hag), but is not above mischief so long as it is only aimed at those who have done wrong by others. This causes her to butt head with most of the Greek pantheon, and has earned her many a punishment that stretches from lecture to being slapped across the face. Hebe takes these punishments with a tiny whine and then putting herself away to "think matters over" until the punishment is over.

Despite the punishments and the lectures, Hebe never truly stops her mischief, only waiting a while until no one is looking and going out and repeating the same offense over and over. She's caused her parents many a migraine for these reckless, rebellious actions, to which Hebe only smiles and shrugs her shoulders.

As the goddess of youth, Hebe has a certain appreciation for mortals to which few gods can relate. Though her life is long, the shortness of a mortal's life stuns Hebe. She didn't learned of this unfortunate truth even before she reached goddess station as Cupbearer. Before then, she was always cloistered away by her mother and father and nannies, but once becoming Cupbearer, nothing could keep Hebe from learning more of the horrible stories and fables whispered to the other gods by nymphs and gods and goddesses alike. Hebe treats mortals with a great deal of respect and honoring, never using her goddess status to obtain favor and respect, preferring to even appear mortal so that she avoids causing spectacles and notice of the god and mortal hierarchy.

Within Hebe, there is a humbleness that refuses to take advantage of privilege. Even if she rightfully deserves something as goddess, if she hasn't earned it herself, she won't want it and even try to return the prize. She has little care for extravagance and frowns upon decadence, seeing waste as pointless in the big scheme of things.

When Hebe is angry, she doesn't simmer. She explodes in loud, boisterous and taunting words that could very well be strung together gibberish. She waves her arms around and kicks her legs and is spastic to the point where she loses her tense of speech and becomes so flustered that she babbles nonsensical words. She usually hides herself away to calm down, and then return much later to approach the situation in a more reasonable manner.

When Hebe is sad, she bunches up and weeps openly. She seeks comfort from whatever source she can find. This can be someone close to her, even a complete stranger. She's also thrown herself to the ground when immediately frightened and broken into tears. Hebe cries, long and hard, but once the tears stop, she picks herself up and moves on without so much as a sniffle. Crying is important to Hebe, because she believes it is necessary and vital as a living being (no matter if of deity or mortality). She believes that tears are as natural as laughter and smiles and generally as methods of expressing oneself emotionally.

Abilities: Hebe has the ability to restore vitality in living beings (such as gods, mortals, and animals), as well as herself. Her abilities allow any liquid she touches to become a sweet nectar which has ability to restore lost energy, heal any physical wounds, and restore muscle flexibility. Only in large quantities (such as the cups she bears for the gods) mixed with fruits of the gods' gardens have ability to turn back time on a being's life clock. Hebe could probably rebuild a youth garden, but to reach the age-defying power of Ambrosia, Hebe would have to cultivate the garden for centuries on end without a single act of destruction to the garden.

Hebe can also heal others and herself by summoning her abilities the way a sorceress would summon a spell. She forces her energies upon the wounds and instantly, they begin to heal. Flesh and muscles are her speciality, and while she can heal your broken arm so that is broken no more, she cannot restore a heart on the cusps of death. Vital organ damage requires all Hebe's energies and have ability to put Hebe into a coma that lasts a week at the most and even then, something goes wrong with the person's body and they return to their weakened state, once more on the cusps of death while Hebe is unaware, comatose.

Her vitality restoring abilities also allow her boundless amounts of energy that would need eight hours of straight, strenuous work to exhaust in one day. When she sleeps, that energy is restored and the day repeats itself.

How did your character arrive in Rapture? The Teleportation plasmid has gone awry option.

Why are you choosing to continue your character's development here from another RP? N/A

Network sample: [ The feed turns on when Hebe accidentally smooshes her face against the communication toy's buttons, and the entirety of Rapture will now see the side of Hebe's face. There's also an 'ow', followed by what sounds like Hebe letting out a puppy-like whine. But the comedy doesn't last long, as Hebe peals the toy from her cheek, gets up, and while holding the toy in one hand, she uses the other to rub at her smarting cheek. ]

All right. That hurt. [ But no sooner does she say it, does the smarting cease and the redness that had been upon her cheek (with the outline imprint of the toy) disappears. ] Hermes! [ She turns her head left and right furiously, huffing and puffing, definitely irritated. ] Hermes, that wasn't funny!

[ She gets up from the ground, taking the toy with her, and the camera swerves. First Hebe's thigh, then her hip, and then high up above with a quick catch of her face once more. ] What is...

[ She trails off, and then there is a yelp of fear. ] Where is Olympus?!

Log sample: Arcadia is more synthetic than real to Hebe. Though there is oxygen and real grass, to Hebe, under the sea, it's basically seaweed.

Hebe wants real trees with real skies and real air. She wants real animals, too. Oh, the dogs and cats are all right, but Hebe wants big fat cows, roly-poly sheep and big beaked birds. She wants huge mountains with hills that she can climb and a door. She wants a door she can use to leave this place! How many months has she been in Rapture? She lost count after she destroyed the calendar she was using in a fit of rage a month ago when the first episodes of longing for home started. That the city uses her family's names for their divisions and projects does not help the heartache.

She finds a place to sulk on one of the docks by the wharf, her legs over the side, legs kicking back and forth aimlessly. She should really be sitting somewhere in one of Rapture's parks, where there's no stench of fish and the fishermen aren't around to leer at Hebe in her little dress. But as much as she dislikes her Uncle Poseidon, she can't help but feel a little more at ease in this domed, underwater city, as if she is in the presence of her Uncle's court, with all the fishy men and the mermaids and the stench of fish.

She can almost hear her Aunt Amphitrite yelling at the latest mermaid to be found in Uncle Poseidon's bed...

Hebe huffs and puffs, frowning at her lap, looking over her swinging feet. She tries to think of something she can do to take her mind off her troubles. Something that will lighten the view of Rapture so that she can bear through this horrible, horribly city and eventually find some way back to the surface and subsequently, home!