[Koge sorta hinted at it. xDD]

((How did I hint at someone being emo?  And DragonShadow, I was talkng to someone else but I can find you next, kay?))

The boy's response sort of surprised her.  He knew that he was special.  "Why yes.  I'm sort of like you.  We are both special and I will explain to you what you are.  And there are others too.  You must come with me."  Parthenia's voice was no more than a whisper but it was firm.  She simply turned and walked towards the door, expecting him to follow.  "Wait behind the bleachers near the football feild.  You must stay there while I look for others.  I promise I will meet you there.  Trust me as if your life depended on it."

Niamh sighed, as if the decision she faced was difficult. She pulled out the small ivory-inlaid box and slipped out the obsidian flute, cradling it in her palms. 'θανάτου και εξαπάτησης, οργή και πόνο, τρέλα και θλίψη, ποτέ δεν παρουσιάζει ύφεση,' she murmured. 'Death and deception, Anger and Pain, Madness and Sorrow, Shall never Wane.'

She lifted the tip of the flute to her lips and blew softly. An eerie whistling noise came from the flute, like the shrieking of the wind, though so quiet even Niamh, Discordia, had trouble hearing it. 

Niamh played a soft tune, only seven notes long, but that was all she needed to work her magic. Now, that girl would experience the words in the poem. First death, then deception, and so on until th end of the poem, in which the curse would finish.

((D: You started without meeeh.

Inna demands a recap. D:<)) 

[I just re-wrote it in english right after the greek xD]

Niamh glanced up at the imposing figure. 'Why do you question me,' she murmured softly, closing the lid on the ivory casket, flute safely tucked inside. 'I do what I am created for, nothing less, nothing more.' 

She looked at the cut on her wrist with a lazy interest, then brought it up to her lips. She licked the cut once, then settled the hand back on her lap. The cut, it was apparent, was slowly fading, the skin re-growing and healing itself with Niamh's saliva.

[I know. ;3]

Name|| Castor

ti
tle|| The Puppeteer

Age|| Seventeen

Gender|| Male

God/Godess Of||  Possesion

Crush|| No one at the moment

S.O.|| Straight

Personality||  Rp it out?

Looks|| Castor, like most greek has fair (lightly tanned) skin tone. He is a tall boy standing at a height of 6'2 and has broad shoulders, and plenty of muscle from years of strenuous work on the farm. He has brown hair that tends to wave as it grows longer, but he keeps it short and it appears to be straight. Although most looking at the tall boy, would think he's a big brute, but one look in his eyes would prove that he's a big softy. His eyes, which would be his best a.sset are a warm chocolate brown that light up whenever he smiles. A couple years ago he was in a car crash and has a scar along his forearm (a good fifteen inches) and a couple of scars across his back.

Pet and/or Weapon|| He has a brown black bear (yes they exist) named Koda. And he really doesn't have a special weapon.

Other|| His ability allows him to take control of another person body, but this only works on human, animals and sometimes plants but not on other gods. He first discovered his ability when he was visinting his uncles farm, he went into the woods where he came to close to a black bear and her cub and she attacked but some how Castor manage to take control of the bear and he was able to run away. First he though it was weird and that he'd imagined it but a year later when he went back he was hanging out in the woods again when poachers came and killed the mother bear, they were about to kill the cub when he took control of their bodies and managed to get the cubb up. Since then the cub which is now full grown waits for him every summer when he goes to visit.

((I gotta go. Cranky mom just kicked me off. Will finish  and post an intro tomorow))