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Posted by Mahadevi on Jun 11, 2012 14:47:12 GMT -6
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Make-up was applied, and the eight arms rested for a moment while the Goddess admired her own reflection and the glint of the earrings she just hung on her ears. Perfect. Then again, in her life, perfect was the norm.
The reflection revealed movement in the background as the door opened silently and an elegant, black-haired woman walked in. Mahadevi looked at her from the mirror.
"I know, thirty minutes" she said slowly "I do not talk to the press until after. No private interviews before the show. Please leave."
The nerve of that woman, and whoever let her in. American journalists could be so persistent...
Posted by Mahadevi on Jun 11, 2012 14:40:50 GMT -6
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>>“Wow, that certainly must be a life, living as a living goddess for so many people. Does it, you know, every get boring or lonesome? Listening to everyone’s prayers?”
The Goddes blinked, her arms freezing their constant flowing movement for a moment out of sheer surprise. That... was not one of the questions people normally asked her. Most people she directly spoke to did not address her as anything else but a goddess, literal or figurative. She was not exactly used to being addressed as... a person.
"It is what I am supposed to do" she said slowly, considering her answer and realizing even herself was not sure about what the answer was "One cannot speak of deities like people. Loneliness is for people. I have... people who believe in me."
Posted by Mahadevi on May 27, 2012 13:06:09 GMT -6
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>>“Well, I know of only one deity really, and it he ‘lives’ in the churches around the country... but you are right I don’t think most people have met an actual goddess.”
The Goddess sighed. Just what she expected. The one god thing, even though everyone was entitled to their own religion, sounded dreadfully abstract, not to mention boring. Who would choose that over radiant real lofe goddesses like herself?
>>“W-When did you, you know, find out you were a goddess? If you don’t mind me asking…”
The young man was following up on the conversation. Oh well, at least she had someone to talk to.
"I was born in the form of the Goddess" she noted, eight arms shifting slightly to prove her point "They came for me from the temple the moment the news reached the edge of the town. My family has been blessed with wealth from the moment I was born."
There was really nothing more to it. She had eight arms. She was divine.
Posted by Mahadevi on May 14, 2012 22:31:38 GMT -6
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>>“I actually produce a comic that is my favorite, it delves a lot into the supernatural world and such and I enjoy it. But, my absolute favorite is a comic that I never finished. I attempted to draw and create the ‘Ramayana. I read it, well, a translation of it, in college and I always thought it would make an awesome story for people to know and read about. Unfortunately, I only got about halfway done before I produced this other comic that I have created and…I just haven’t had time. I need to get back into it.”
Now the perfect lips curled into a smile, and the perfect eyebrows arched perfectly. Now he was speaking her language. Figuratively. He still had trouble pronouncing Hindi. But it was a start.
"The Ramayana" she nodded gracefully "A worthy story of being told again by artists. It has everything a tale needs to be heard. It has truth."
And love. Mahadevi enjoyed a good love story as much as the next goddess. Especially is goddesses were actually involved.
"And you have never worshipped a goddess before?" she inquired out of the blue "I was told there are no deities in this part of the world. That is one of the reasons I was sent here. People would want to see me."
That last sentence echoed in the empty hall in a very awkward way. One of the eight hands twitched in the mudra of divine annoyance.
Posted by Mahadevi on May 13, 2012 10:23:09 GMT -6
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>>“Oh, I run a comic book store in the city. And, um, I’m an artist. I actually write an indie comic series that is doing pretty well. You should drop by my store some time! We just got in a shipment of some awesome Hindu mythology themed comics. You may like them.”
Mahadevi arched a perfect eyebrow, half an inch. Comic books. First, he treated her like an actress, and now he was talking about comic books. Did he have any idea about Hindu mythology?! Because she was living it. His enthusiasm was adorable. In a very disrepsectful, annoying way.
"An artist" she concluded, that was the least offensive of the lot "And you work with the tales of gods? Tell me, which one is your favorite?"
Posted by Mahadevi on May 10, 2012 15:20:27 GMT -6
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There was a knock on the door.
"Thirty minutes!"
Mahadevi acknowledged the information, and appreciated the fact that whoever lowly stage assistant was sent to deliver the message was not impertinent enough to actually open the door. The Goddess was in her spacious dressing room, and she liked to be left alone for her rituals.
Thirty minutes till she had to go in front of the cameras once again and talk to some show host about her life as an actress (no one ever touched the goddess theme in the USA, they were weird like that). She was going to have an interpreter; she did speak English, but it was a matter of ceremony and pride.
Right now, she was sitting at her desk, surrounded by huge mirrors, with the image of the Goddess staring back at her. She liked to do her own make-up, she never trusted anyone else to do it perfectly. One hand was applying eyeshadow, another lipstick; two hands were arranging ornaments in her hair, and one was clipping on an earring. She was going to be done in fifteen minutes; that left her some time to sit quietly and prepare her mind for the stupidity of talk-show hosts.
Posted by Mahadevi on May 10, 2012 15:11:50 GMT -6
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>>“Oh! Yes! Movies. I have seen, I have to say, all of your movies! You are simply one of the best actresses out in the Bollywood scene. They should really give you more starring roles, though. Even though it was not that much of a commercial a success I loved you in that remake they did of ‘Mahadevi’ last year. I, heh, have a director’s signed DVD.”
The corner of the Goddess' perfect lips twitched. She went from deity straight to lowly celebrity... of course she had appeared in films, but back in Bollywood, goddess and actress was kind of the same. Here, nobody believed in her divine powers. Still, the enthusiasm of this guy was flattering.
"We accept your compliments, Akshay Malik." she announced with a small, elegant smile, and handed the picture back to him. They were still alone in the hall, just the two of them; no other worshippers standing in line. Boredom stirred withing the goddess' chest.
>>“I...I would love your autograph… I…I’m sorry but…I just…I LOVE your work. You play your parts so…true to life that I would simply love to have your autograph…if you can…”
The Goddess' lips pressed together into a fine pink line. Was that distan thunder?... It was official, people in this country, even if they spoke a proper language, had no idea about respect, devotion or etiquette. Mahadevi silently cursed whoever was the reason for the decision that sent her to this foreign hell.
She looked at the young man, he was positively drooling, but did not show many signs of religious devotion. He approached her as a movie star and not as a deity made flesh. Apparently, the only kind of worship she was going to get from him was celebrity worship.
"Fine." the Goddess sighed, momentarily breaking character and reaching for the pen and the picture with two of her hands "You know us from the movies, then."
It took all her might not to cringe at his grammar and pronounciation. That was just pathetic. But at least he understood Hindi, that was not a bad start. The Goddess was in a forgiving mood today.
She extended one hand to take the offering. She was aware that people were watching her, but then again, people had always been watching her. She did have an accent of her own. It was only expected in this part of the world.
The young man who walked in could not have been much older than Chandi - but goddesses are ageless, so it did not matter either way. Mahadevi lowered her gaze to look at him and his offering. She had dozens of scarfs like that. But then again, none of the today. Gods starve in America.
One hand was raised from the arm of the throne and motioned to him to step closer. The Goddess was bored out of her mind, and at least this person looked like he might understand something the others didn't.
"We accept your offering" she said in Hindi, as she had done so many times before "Your name."
It was the young man's lucky day. The Goddess spoke to him.
The Goddess sat on her throne amidst lights, silks and incense, and was completely, utterly bored. Not to mention outraged. Furious, even. Positively murderous. If she was Kali, she would have left a trail of bloody corpses down the front lobby of the shrine. Except, there was no one to kill.
Despite the inner turmoil, Mahadevi was a picture of elegance and grace; eyes fixed in the distance, chin raised high, tiny feet resting on a pillow with the same firm grace they would crush someone's neck with. Two hands rested on her lap; two hands rested on the arms of the throne; two arms were raised in mudras of blessing and piety, and two arms were raised just because she needed to do something with them. From the outside, it was perfect.
Chandi was aware that the people in the doorway were glancing her way. They were Americans, and she could feel the looks and the amusement behind them. So far, only a handful of worshippers had shown up, and half of them were not even Indian. Most had the strange mix of blonde hair, blue eyes, and traditional Indian clothes mixed together, and none of the spoke Hindi or knew how to do a proper offering.
Gods need prayers to feed them. Goddesses need flattery.
Character's full name: Chandi Lalita Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Mahadevi Gender: Female Age: 19 Date of Birth: April 18, 1994 Nationality/ Ethnicity: Indian Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Mumbai, India
Appearance
Hair color and style: Blue-black, straight and long Eyes: Black Height: 5’3” Build: Slender Visible mutation: The only kind she has (see mutation) Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: her nostrils are pierced and wears multiple earrings Other features:
Everyday clothing style: Rich. Chandi wears tailored dresses of rich colors and embroidery with an industrial amount of jewelry (earrings, necklaces, bracelets, anklets, noserings etc.) In India she wears traditional dresses; in the USA she wears modern clothes tailored to her needs. Everything about her wardrobe screams style and money. Uniform: None Sleepwear: Silk pajamas or light sleeping gowns Miscellaneous clothing: Has a huge wardrobe of traditional Indian costumes and dancing dresses
Character
Personality: Chandi is used to people worshipping her. It is not a fault in her personality – she was raised that way. She is proud, elegant and well educated, but she was taught and trained to think highly of herself. Everyone has to work hard to earn her attention and then her respect (not many people have ever gotten this far). Simply put, she is spoiled rotten. Hobbies/ Interests: she doesn’t really have normal hobbies; most of her time is taken up by being a goddess on and off the screen. Job or part time job and description: for most of her life she has been a full-time goddess. She also did a lot of acting jobs. See history. Fears/ phobias/ concerns: anything that is not clean and healthy. She is deeply disturbed by poor or sick people. Special talents: She is a talented dancer and singer. She also has a knack for style and fashion.
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Neutral. She is not a bad person, but she is definitely not a good person either. She does not really care for anyone else but herself, unless someone manages to make an impression that reaches through the goddess facade. She does not like to see people suffer. Not because of morality. She just does not like to see it. But she does not like to cause it either, that is not tasteful...
Mutations
Mutation description: Chandi has eight arms, four on each side. They can move individually in the same angle a normal human arm can. Strengths: Chandi’s brain adjusted to controlling 10 limbs instead of 4: she can multitask. Each arm moves individually and she can pay attention to what she is doing with all of them.
Weaknesses: Apart from having more of them, Chandi’s arms really don’t have any special ability, they are not stronger or more agile than an average human arm.
Secondary mutation description: None
Fighting Style
Explanation: Chandi learned how to hold various traditional Indian weapons – however it has always been for show. She know the basics of handling them, but never been trained in combat or martial arts. Pros for fighting style: Bitch slap times eight. Cons for fighting style:She does not like to fight. She likes to be protected by someone else.
Faction Allegiance Unaffiliated
History Of Your Character Chandi was born into a poor family as the seventh child (all of them girls) with a very specific and very visible mutation: she has eight arms. The birth of such a child raised a huge uproar even in the ourkirts of Mumbai – people instantly started worshipping her as a goddess made flesh. She became an instant miracle and news travelled around the world; but while everywhere outside India she was just an interesting headline for half a day, her own and her family’s life changed on that first day forever. They received offerings and gifts to such an amazing extent that they were able to move from the poorest of the poor into a mansion by a temple, and all they had to do was allow Chandi – quickly named by her worshippers Mahadevi, All-goddess – to be raised, educated and worshipped in the temple. As she grew, her following grew with her, but times have also been changing; a goddess made flesh suddenly had many more options than to just sit on a throne and accept offerings. Chandi, with her charm, beauty and presence, quickly made herself a career out of being a goddess, and took over the Bollywood scene – every movie wanted to have a real goddess for a change! Living the life of the rich, famous and holy, Mahadevi grew up living a glamurous dream. However, not everyone seemed to believe in her. There have always been people whispering that she was a fraud, a monster, or even worse – a mere mutant. There have been a few futile attempts against her, but none of them successful… until one almost was. Apparently a movement that believed worshipping a mutant as a deity was heresy put out a death threat against her, and suddenly, goddess or no goddess, her life was in danger. People who have always been directing Mahadevi’s career decided it was best if she left the country for a while – and went to the USA. Disguised as an extended diplomatic mission and a tour in the American film industry, Mahadevi said goodbye to her homeland and traveled halfway across the world to New York City, hoping to continue being worshipped in a safer place…
Roleplay Where did you learn about this site?: From my roommate Jewel (not ont he site anymore) Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: Mirror, Muse and Mama (and formerly Krisz) Sample RP: „The ladies’ room was disgusting.” the Goddess wrinkled her perfectly shaped nose as she joined the small crowd of people waiting for her in front of the airport restrooms. „I apologize, Mahadevi.” her personal assistant said, not meeting her eyes. He never did. „What could one expect from a country that greets its honored guests with such filth?” she protested, one hand pushing the sunglasses onto the top of her head while another held a small mirror to make sure she looked presentable after a torturous first-class flight. A third hand fluttered over the bright pink frown on her lips. „I am sure they deeply regret their mistake.” „I am sure they don’t.” the Goddess sighed with all the weight of the world’s unjustice, two hands on her hips „Let’s go, I wish to rest.” „Right this way, Mahadevi.” The small group of people, some of them carrying luggage and others scanning the crowd, looked like some kind of a strange, moving jewel: a ring of dark colors, and a bright gemstone int he middle, trailing a cloud of perfume and glamour. „Make sure we get out of here fast. I have no patience for vultures today.” „As you wish, Mahadevi.” the small group of men shifted into a closed formation, very effective in getting a celebrity through thick crowds. Except, when they finally exited the JFK airport, there was no crowd at all. Well, not more than on a usual workday morning. People stopped and stared at the eight-armed goddess, elbowed each other and whispered, snapped a few pictures; but the roaring crowd of worshippers, the reaching hands, the pictures and pens… were nowhere to be found. „Well, that’s just rude.” the Goddess muttered under her breath, and folded six of her arms. She even wrinkled her eyebrows. New York City did not care.
I am really happy that I get to play this character with you all!