Name: Eris Discordia

What are you God or Goddess of?: Strife, discord, chaos; then later creative destruction, absurdity and surrealism. Favours impulsiveness, and those who rely on random chance. Frequently invoked in chaos magic. Technically less a God, than an Anthropomorphic Personification that picked up a few extra skills.

Gender: Female

Age(18-24): 24

Powers: illusion with minor conjuring, such as everyday items and creatures smaller than herself. Can change the appearance of objects, but it's only an illusion. She pulls things she summons out of a patched-up, run-down canvas backpack she carries, even if those things would seem not to fit. When she opens this bag, it is empty. She's never tried to turn it inside out. Things placed in the bag can be difficult to find again.

Past: Her father was Zeus, but then again, everybody's father was Zeus, and since he was kind of the absentee-father type for the most part, Eris Discordia and her many siblings grew up on their own, since their mother was an Anthropomorphic Personification of the Night and Darkness, of all things she could have been (seriously, that Zeus guy will get with anything).

Her mother Nox had a whole litter of unwanted children: Toil, Forgetfulness, Famine, Suffering, Violence, War, Murder, Torture, Quarrels, Lies, Betrayal, Crime, Folly, and Guilt. And of course, Strife, which was the name Eris had at birth. Being children of Nox, an Anthropomorphic Personification of Night and Darkness, Eris and her siblings were also Anthropomorphic Personifications of their various spheres. That is, a sort of face that humans put on an experience they share or an abstract concept, to give it a name so that they can understand it better, lay blame on it, rejoice in it, bargain with it, or any number of other things (the most famous such incarnation being Death). When people make a space for a thing in their lives and minds, something is created to fill that space, like pouring water into a glass. Eris's siblings went on to various degrees of success--two of them even became Horsemen--varying by how much humanity was experiencing the problem and hence thinking about them.

Eris herself did fairly well for herself. She had a mystery cult devoted to her in Greece and Rome, back when those were the rage. She was written about by some pretty significant bearded guys, appeared in some pretty well-known legends, is accused of starting the Trojan War, and had a fling with Ares. In the modern day, she is the patron deity of Discordianism, which is best described as being at the same time an elaborate joke disguised as a sincere religion, and a sincere religion disguised as an elaborate joke. A sort of surrealist zen philosophy wrapped in the creative impulse.

It's safe to say Eris came out the most actually liked and popular of her siblings (very, very easy, given who they are), and it's possible they resent her for it. She hopes that resent doesn't become another Personification. As far as she knows or has interest in guessing, this may be why she seems to have been sent to the Mortal Coil.

Weapons: A small but very mean knife, which she keeps in her bra partially for convenience and partially so she can say amusing one-liners when she has to pull it out. Back in the day it was a sort of stiletto type of blade. Today, it's a completely matte-black butterfly knife, that's invisible to metal detectors and so forth, and weighted neatly to her hand and her short, agile frame. This flip knife opens with an elaborate fan-like flourish and a threatening click. She calls it her "Butterfly Effect".

Description/ Picture: not very tall, and curvy, with a very classical look. She wears her hair up in a loose tie, messy curls draping down the back of her neck. Light amber-brown hair, dark brown eyes, nearly black, and olive skin. She has high cheekbones and a hooked "Roman nose" as they call it, which she prefered to call "dignified", but others would describe less politely. She's fashionable, but has her own style, and prefers loose, flowing fabrics, and holds on to summer clothes like sandals and light dresses as long as the weather will possibly allow. Her make-up is colorful and emotive. She wears a pendant of a golden apple around her neck, and Five Fingered Hand earrings. She carries the battered canvas bag mentioned above.

Personality: Mischievous, imaginative, and funny, most of the problems that tend happen around her, happen because of her curiosity, her insatiable need to know 'What if?" What if she pushes this big red button right here? What if that guy thought the FNORD was following him--and what if he was right, but no one else could see it? What if she left an anonymous fruit-based party gift, which two goddesses would start a cat-fight over it? Wherever one sees proverbial dominos falling at an alarming pace, one tends to find Eris.

She's cheerful and child-like, sometimes at totally inappropriate and disturbing times. Clever, quick-tongued, and witty, she enjoys a good debate and/or argument, and sometimes argues aggressively for opinions she doesn't hold, just to play Devil's advocate.

She has a love/hate relationship with her siblings, and is constantly found with her phone glued to her ear, talking to her brothers and sisters who are (presumably) back in the aetherial realms, on a giant conference call, usually bickering loudly.

Fears: the legions of GreyFace

Likes: Her siblings, art, graffiti, the colour orange, dice games, laughter and parties

Dislikes: Her siblings, mass-produced things, excessive organization, not knowing things

Symbol: The Golden Apple of Discord and its later use in the Sacred Chao, the Five-Fingered Hand of Eris, and arguably the Chaos Wheel