Post by nascent on Feb 9, 2009 10:13:49 GMT -5
Username: Nascent
Current canons: Janus "Magus" Zeal
Canon you're auditioning for: Hades, Lord of the Dead
Media canon is from: Disney's Hercules
Is the current canon taken?: No
Audition post (400 words):
How many times did he have to tell those Olympian idiots the same moronic lie over and over until they'd believe it?!
This was the primary line of thought that ran through Hades' mind as he stormed back down into the underworld, irate and utterly peeved after yet another tribunal session in the pantheon's court. After his failed bid to overthrow Zeus the gods had all clamored for his head – the obvious issue, however, being that gods can't die. Fortunately for him (in a bitterly ironic sort of a way), by the time he'd managed to get himself out of that pit of underworld soul ooze their anger had cooled to the point where they merely wanted him punished instead of annihilated and cast to the four winds. As much as Hades hated to do it, he'd found himself playing politics as the only way to stave off retribution. For the time being, as long as he stayed put in the underworld Hades had little fear that those on Olympus would clamp down on him... due, in large part, to those shadowy little buggers.
Heartless. Ah, what a handy distraction. He'd never thought that his botched deal with Maleficent would turn out... so well!
“Pain!” The lord of death bellowed as he stepped off of Charon's boat, idly tossing the macabre boatman a blackened coin over his shoulder. Hearing no immediate response to his summons-call, Hades called out for the other little imp. “Panic!”
Nothing. Save for the ghostly groans and faint wails of the dead, the underworld was ominously quiet.
“Grr... those two freeloading little...” Hades felt his immortal blood begin to boil, just barely reeling in a fiery burst of outrage. He massaged the sides of his head as he walked, desperately wishing it was September already so Persephone would be here to take his mind off his continual fury and angst. How is a god supposed to get any work done with a pounding headache?!
He stomped into his governing chambers, flopping down onto his throne in a huff of smoke, brow furrowed and fingers wrapped in tight fists. Slowly he began to relax a bit, and with a snap of his fingers summoned his chess board in front of him. It emerged from a puff of smoke, full of miniature figurines all across the board. Zeus, Hera, all the gods were represented, along with a number of less-godly figures of strategic importance. Off to one side of Olympus was Herules, his resemblance cast in marble, and on the far corner of the table, outside the playing field, was a bronze-colored piece resembling the Keyblade bearer, Sora. He flicked it off the table and it vanished in a puff of smoke; that brat wasn't his concern right now, and not overly likely to get involved with Hades' current plans. Next to where Sora's playing piece had stood were a number of Heartless figurines cast in obsidian and Nobodies carved from ivory. These he moved onto the edges of the field, opposite one another, then reached for one of the gods clad with sword, shield, spear, and armor. Ares... possibly the one chance Hades had left of upsetting the Olympian rule. He chuckled darkly.
In the Underworld, there was work to be done...
Current canons: Janus "Magus" Zeal
Canon you're auditioning for: Hades, Lord of the Dead
Media canon is from: Disney's Hercules
Is the current canon taken?: No
Audition post (400 words):
How many times did he have to tell those Olympian idiots the same moronic lie over and over until they'd believe it?!
This was the primary line of thought that ran through Hades' mind as he stormed back down into the underworld, irate and utterly peeved after yet another tribunal session in the pantheon's court. After his failed bid to overthrow Zeus the gods had all clamored for his head – the obvious issue, however, being that gods can't die. Fortunately for him (in a bitterly ironic sort of a way), by the time he'd managed to get himself out of that pit of underworld soul ooze their anger had cooled to the point where they merely wanted him punished instead of annihilated and cast to the four winds. As much as Hades hated to do it, he'd found himself playing politics as the only way to stave off retribution. For the time being, as long as he stayed put in the underworld Hades had little fear that those on Olympus would clamp down on him... due, in large part, to those shadowy little buggers.
Heartless. Ah, what a handy distraction. He'd never thought that his botched deal with Maleficent would turn out... so well!
“Pain!” The lord of death bellowed as he stepped off of Charon's boat, idly tossing the macabre boatman a blackened coin over his shoulder. Hearing no immediate response to his summons-call, Hades called out for the other little imp. “Panic!”
Nothing. Save for the ghostly groans and faint wails of the dead, the underworld was ominously quiet.
“Grr... those two freeloading little...” Hades felt his immortal blood begin to boil, just barely reeling in a fiery burst of outrage. He massaged the sides of his head as he walked, desperately wishing it was September already so Persephone would be here to take his mind off his continual fury and angst. How is a god supposed to get any work done with a pounding headache?!
He stomped into his governing chambers, flopping down onto his throne in a huff of smoke, brow furrowed and fingers wrapped in tight fists. Slowly he began to relax a bit, and with a snap of his fingers summoned his chess board in front of him. It emerged from a puff of smoke, full of miniature figurines all across the board. Zeus, Hera, all the gods were represented, along with a number of less-godly figures of strategic importance. Off to one side of Olympus was Herules, his resemblance cast in marble, and on the far corner of the table, outside the playing field, was a bronze-colored piece resembling the Keyblade bearer, Sora. He flicked it off the table and it vanished in a puff of smoke; that brat wasn't his concern right now, and not overly likely to get involved with Hades' current plans. Next to where Sora's playing piece had stood were a number of Heartless figurines cast in obsidian and Nobodies carved from ivory. These he moved onto the edges of the field, opposite one another, then reached for one of the gods clad with sword, shield, spear, and armor. Ares... possibly the one chance Hades had left of upsetting the Olympian rule. He chuckled darkly.
In the Underworld, there was work to be done...
I did post in shades of grey if anyone even remembers that lmao