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Eithna

Somewhat aware ex-ruler's watcher

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a character in “Greed Among Gods 2.0”, as played by OstrichBurgers

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Eithna✼ Thana ✼ Goddess of Karma ✼ Colby's watcher ✼ Hetero✼ Herione

✼Likes:
Baked goods, violins, flowers, anything fancy,
exquisite restaurants, and big puzzles.

✼Dislikes:
When people get away scott-free, crickets, bugs in general, wine, fast food,
and heavy metal music.

✼Quirks:
Hates when her food touches, has an irrational hatred for karaoke, and claims to
hate seafood even though she loves it.





#CC82B0 ✼ #82BACC
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Eithna can control the weather, and to an extent, people's emotions. Her most influential area in emotion is guilt.


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Calm ✼ Observant ✼ Quiet ✼ Judgmental ✼ Unforgiving

On the outside, Eithna is calm, collected, friendly and endlessly kind. However, she is quick to judge, holds many grudges, and never forgets anyone who has ever wronged her. She takes it as her sacred duty to punish anyone worthy of punishment. Though her kindness is true to those she feels deserve it, it's nothing more than a facade to everyone else. She feels entitled, as though everyone depends on her for true justice, and she's determined to carry it out.

Her "punishments" range from stepping on a lego to suffering a terrible, agonizing death. She pairs punishment with the crime relatively well, though people have argued she goes a bit over the top sometime. She takes "avoiding karma" as a personal offense.

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"Everyone receives what they deserve. I make sure of that."

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So begins...

Eithna's Story

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Character Portrait: Viktoria Character Portrait: Harp Character Portrait: Eithna Character Portrait: Iona Hart Character Portrait: Colby Miller Character Portrait: Zardos Garcia
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Viktoria ran a hand through her hair, thinking. Her--their--house was large, but too big for just two people. Fancy decorations decked the halls, and hot Florida heat seeped in through the windows.

It was a lovely evening, and the room was perfectly silent. Closing her eyes, Viktoria soaked in the silence for a moment, then sighed. Nervousness ate away at her composure. The tips of her hands trembled. Her breathing was hard to keep steady.

For so long, she longed for the part of her that was missing. The lost memories that left a hole in her mind. And now, the hole was filled, but in its place grew another. Viktoria would've done anything to see them again--the only people she understood, the only people who understood her. She remembered them so clearly, but whenever she reached out to touch them it was as if they disappeared.

How long had it been since she'd heard their voices?

Her stomach knotted. Today was the day.

"I'm going to my room," Viktoria told Iona, her "sister," who sat on the couch eating pecans.

"Okay," Iona replied. "Don't do anything stupid."

This is probably a really stupid idea, she thought as she left the living room. She walked into her room and locked the door, inhaling sharply. Iona, the Goddess of Torture, would have Viktoria's head if she found out anything sketchy was going on. Vi was walking on shattered glass with no shoes. Things were bound to go wrong, but she needed to try.

Taking a deep breath, she turned on the TV. It was set on a popular news channel, and a sturdy man with a stiff voice was relaying current events to everyone watching. Viktoria stared at the screen, then frowned.

She took a pocket knife she'd hidden in her pocket and stabbed it into the TV, causing the screen to shatter into pieces. Shards of glass cut through Viktoria's skin and she watched blood trickle down onto the floor. Her face was expressionless.

After a moment, she squeezed her fist, the glass cutting further into her hand. The news station she'd been watching erupted into chaos, and using the chaos she felt radiating from the connection she'd managed to make, she took hold. With a blink, she was in the newsman's body, directly facing the live camera.

"There have been reports of an incoming terrorist attack," she said in the man's deep voice. "All citizens are asked to find safety as fast as they possibly can."

She continued, effectively terrifying the nation.

Once she was done, she blinked and was suddenly back in her own body, which layed on the floor. She shuddered. The power of chaos coursed through her bones, at first refreshing.

Then, suddenly, a wave of power hit and she coughed. Her powers were rusty and her body weak. When she tried to stand, she only fell back to the ground, voice and strength having vanished.

Viktoria clenched her fists. I'm not done yet.

With a shaky and now blood-soaked hand, she reached out to the broken TV. She caressed what was left of the screen at first, then traced the edge. As if acting in reverse chaos, the pieces slowly floated back into place, making it look as though nothing ever happened.

Vi inhaled deeply, then collapsed completely. Holding her cut-up hand to her chest, she focused with all of her energy. Amidst the chaos now breaking out across the nation, she could sense them--two excruciatingly familiar souls. One in New York, and the other in Texas.

She made a motion as if she were reaching out, blinked, and then found herself in another body. This time, she was in the boy of a young man. This man was in an apartment building, his hair slicked back and a leather jacket thrown over his shoulder. Able to sense her old friend's presence, Viktoria nearly ran toward the specific apartment door.

Vi knocked. While she waited, she ran her hands through the mans' pockets and came out with a napkin and pen. She began writing down her phone number.

The door opened, and two people answered--a man and a woman.

Colby. Viktoria's heart raced. Seeing him again was surreal, but she couldn't bask. Not now. She had to focus.

"Is there something you want?" The girl asked politely. Viktoria knew her, but she couldn't place what she was the goddess of. Regardless, it was obvious this girl was the one in charge of watching Colby.

"Yes," Viktoria replied. She turned to Colby specifically. "I'm your neighbor and I wanted to talk to you two about something. I can't get into it right now because I'm awfully busy, but if you could call back, that'd be great."

Without waiting for a response, Vi handed the napkin with her phone number to Colby.

"What is it that you wanted to talk about?" The girl asked, frowning slightly.

Viktoria waved awkwardly. "Sorry, I don't have any time. Just call me, okay? Bye."

And with that, she walked around the corner of the apartment building and switched back to her own body. In her normal body, everything was excruciating. It was as if she was being condensed, the chaos being far too much power for her to handle in that moment. Attempting to quell her groaning, however, she closed her eyes again.

This time, she was a girl. Not a bad-looking one, either. She was outside a store, and inside was Harper. She couldn't help but smile a sad smile--again, seeing her friends after so many years was... well, it was indescribable. Taking a deep breath, she met Harper and a young man on their way out, smiling nervously.

"Hi," she said, only to Harper. "You're cute."

Harper smiled. "Thanks. You're cute too."

After a moment, she scratched the back of her head. "Do you want to go out for coffee sometime? I can give you my phone number."

"I would love to," Harper responded.

And so they exchanged phone numbers.

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Character Portrait: Harp Character Portrait: Eithna Character Portrait: Colby Miller Character Portrait: Zardos Garcia
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"Does the name Viktoria sound familiar to you?"

Yes, Zardos thought, I know that name. What's Viktoria up to...? And why isn't Iona doing her job? Iona was about to get berated for her terrible watching job. Once Zardos was through with her....

He set down the wooden spoon he was using to stir the spaghetti noodles, and glanced over at Harper. Then, he turned down the heat, hoping the pot wouldn't boil over.

"No...? Why would that name sound familiar?" Zardos said, feigning puzzlement.

Harper blinked. "It doesn't, I was just wondering if I forgot it or something. I figured you would know."

Zardos shook his head, still looking thoughtful. "Well I don't. Why don't you come and eat some spaghetti? I made some just for you."

"Sure. I'm probably going to sleep soon, by the way--I'm exhausted." As if to punctuate on this, Harper yawned.

He sure is easy to fool, thought Zardos, I didn't have to say much.

After serving the two of them some spaghetti, Zardos was thoughtful for a moment. Then, after Harper was halfway through scarfing down his meal, he asked, "By the way, how was work?"

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Does the name ring a bell? Viktoria had said.

It kind of did, to be perfectly honest. Colby scratched at his head. Where did it ring a bell?

I thought this was my neighbor...my neighbor isn't a girl. Colby texted back.

There was a delay before the response came in. Colby watched his door warily. Maybe he could ask Eithna if their neighbor's name was Viktoria. Because he wasn't sure why a boy would be given a girl's name.

Maybe he has sadistic parents... Colby wondered.

I know, but I'm still the same person. Came his response.

Colby scratched his head, then summoned Eithna, who rushed in immediately. "Is our neighbor named Viktoria?" he asked once she entered the room.

"What?" She asked, shaking her head. "No. Why are you asking?"

Colby let out a sigh. "This man is claiming his name is Viktoria. It's rather confusing..."

"Ignore them, then. He--she?--is probably crazy. Or messing with us." Eithna replied.

Colby turned off his phone, and muttered, "okay." But part of him didn't believe her. The name did ring a bell after all.

Then, he said, "I'm going to bed now. Love you, good night!"

Yet he still couldn't shake the feeling that he knew his/her name from somewhere.

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Character Portrait: Viktoria Character Portrait: Harp Character Portrait: Eithna Character Portrait: Iona Hart Character Portrait: Colby Miller Character Portrait: Zardos Garcia
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"Work was... well, exhausting," Harper admitted, scratching the back of his head. He slurped up a forkful of spaghetti, swallowed, then continued. "But that's not new. How was your day?"

Before Zardos could respond, Harp's phone made another sound. He checked his new text, then raised an eyebrow. Viktoria had texted him a phone number.

I think you'd like this guy. You two should talk, it said.

Harper stared. Deciding he wasn't sure how to respond yet, he tucked his phone away, then had another bite of spaghetti. It was delicious, as always. He was busy thinking about other things at first--school, work, his highscore on an online game--when thoughts of the girl came back to him again.

Did he know her? Absolutely nothing came to mind, but again, he was always forgetting something. Besides, he was curious.

He texted back, Sorry, I don't remember you from anywhere. Who does this number belong to?

The girl texted back almost immediately. We knew each other once. I'm sure of it. And the number belongs to a guy named Colby.

Curiosity getting the best of him, Harper texted the number she'd sent. The girl seemed a bit weird, sure, but maybe that was Harper just being irrational. Though, Zardos claimed he didn't know the name either, which was somewhat concerning. Harper told Zardos almost everything. He would've mentioned the girl.

Hey. A 'Viktoria' told me to text you? Harper sent the message to the new number.



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"Goodnight," Eithna called to Colby, though somewhat distracted. She ran a nervous hand through her hair, then began pacing. Iona wasn't doing her job. Viktoria had contacted Colby, and through someone else's body no less. How aware was the goddess? Was she coming up with some sort of plan?

Calm down, she urged herself. Everything will be alright.

She had to handle the situation. Whatever was happening could be controlled, though Iona had to quit being incompetent for that to happen. Her eyes narrowed, did Iona even know Viktoria had gotten a hold of Colby?

Furthermore, what about Harper? Had she been able to contact him as well?

Eithna narrowed her eyes, dialing up Iona. This would be fixed.

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Her phone was ringing again. Iona looked at the caller.

Ugh, it's Eithna. Probably calling to see if I'm doing my job right again. Typical.

Immediately as Iona answered the phone, Eithna did exactly what Iona predicted. "Do you know what Viktoria is doing right now?"

"I walked in on her self harm, but that's about all I know. What's she doing?"

Iona watched the door of Viktoria's room. All was silent, too silent, unfortunately.

"Self-harm, huh? Do you mean chaos-harnessing?"

Iona gaped, although Eithna couldn't see her. And she was glad she couldn't, because then she'd just be on her case about how irresponsible she was for not knowing, and blah, blah, blah.

Instead of saying the responsible option though, she said, "Oh crap, is that what she's doing?"

"No, Iona. That's not at all how she walked up to our door in a different body and obtained both Colby's location and phone number." Came Eithna's snarky response.

She's such a bossy bitch, thought Iona. "I detect sarcasm...should I torture her?"

"Yes. No--maybe. Not yet. You need to find out how much she knows; perhaps she's not fully aware yet. But whatever you do, get this situation under control, and now."

Blah, blah, blah, Iona mocked in her head. "You must think I'm unable to handle this myself." She replied, then cringed at how mean she sounded.

However, Eithna, being the bitch she was, replied with, "You're right."

Get your nose out of my business and watch your own retarded....retard. Iona replied with in her head. But outloud she said, "You're wrong. I can handle this."

"Then handle it. And just to make sure you don't make even more of a mess, I want you to tell me your plan."

Iona tapped her foot impatiently. When did she sign up for this bossiness? Never, that's when. So, she responded with, "not happening."

"Why? Is it because you don't have a plan?"

It's because you're bossy, and not to mention NOSEY, about Viktoria. Mind your own ex-ruler! "I have a plan, don't worry. I would like it if you didn't nose around in my business, please."

"Your business is my business now. Your incompetence is threatening Colby's awareness, and we need to collaborate so that everything doesn't come tumbling down. Do you understand?"

Ugh, bossy. "Don't talk to me like I'm a child."

"Then prove to me you're above one."

Just as she'd said that, though, a window shattered from Viktoria's room, and her aura disappeared.

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Hey. A 'Viktoria' told me to text you?

Colby had to admit, he admired the iron will of this 'Viktoria' dude. However, making a complete stranger text him was completely uncalled for.

Who is this? He texted back.

While Colby waited for a response, he glanced at the room adjacent to his--Eithna's. She was currently on the phone with someone.

Maybe if he listened in just a tad...

His phone chimed, signalling a text.

My name is Harper. You're supposed to be Viktoria's friend. Is this the wrong number?

Harper...why does that sound familiar? He wondered.

I'm afraid it isn't. You're name rings a bell, though. Have we met before? I'm Colby, if that helps any.

Sorry, I don't think I know the name. My memory isn't great though, so we may have met and I just don't remember.

Colby tapped his chin while he thought of a response. Then, well regardless, nice to meet you, Harper.