Eridanus
Posted: Tue Jul 16, 2013 10:16 am
Name: Eridanus (Êridanos in Greek)
Nickname(s): king of rivers, Istros, Po, Hyperborea
Age: 610
Gender: Male
Race: Flumen, Amnis Flumina, Amnes (Potamoi in Greek)
Rivers: Hyperborea (Modern day Rhine of Germany and Don of Italy), Istros, Po, Constellation Eridanus
°•Physical Description•°
Eridanus is 6'3" with broad shoulders, tapered waist, and narrow hips that are typical of athletic swimmers. His body is all lean muscle that are well defined and he has fair white skin that is tinged with pale blue.
Eridanus' hair is worn long and is the color of white water rapids. It moves with the breeze as if by a water current instead so that it flows about his face and shoulders like it would underwater. His eyes are always deep like he is always in thought and the iris is the color of liquid amber. He also has almost Egyptian-like markings around his eyes of the same liquid amber. He has the mark of 'water' on both of his cheeks below his high cheekbones.
°•Personality•°
Once carefree and smiling, he is now quiet and keeps to himself since his daughters' deaths. He avoids confrontation and any social situation when he can but won't turn away from his responsibilities as a Potamoi. Once he finally opens up to someone, Eridanus can be kind and friendly.
With his looks in human form combined with his brooding eyes, many women find themselves attracted to him. The fact that he rarely talks to anyone aside from a few polite words, didn't help discourage the womenfolk. When he does speak, his voice is deep and strong as if he is used to people taking heed of his words. When angered, his voice almost echo the sound of rumbling waters.
°•Possessions•°
Eridanus lays claim to anything lost in the depths of his rivers but if the rightful owner comes along, more often than not they will find the lost item washed up on the shore. He spends most of his time flowing along in his rivers but when he does venture out in his human form, he wears clothing he finds that were left forgotten.
Not one for fighting, he doesn't really have any weapons but he does have a set of ancient Greek style armor that was made magically by his daughters' amber tears. Their tears turned into a suit of golden colored armor. It is light weight and unable to age so that it forever looks and works the same way it always had since first created. Eridanus has never used the armor and keeps it well hidden in his watery depths. It is the only thing he has that his daughters made before the Changer's earthquake took their lives.
°•Strengths•°
He is strongest when he is in his own waters. The mist alone from his riverbanks is enough to give him a boost in strength. In human form he is as strong as three human men combined when out of freshwater. When he is up to his knees in freshwater, he is as strong as a bull in its prime. If Eridanus is submerged in his own waters, he can muster up the force of the current and make it his strength.
°•Powers•°
Potamoi can take on several different forms at will. The greater the river, the more forms they can take and the more control they have over the shift. The three forms they can take when they are not one with their river is a bull with the head of a man, a man with the head of a bull, or a man with a water serpent's body from the hips down.
Eridanus can take these forms and more. He also has a humanoid one but has long pointed ears, a light blue tinge to his skin, and flowing hair the color of white water rapids. He also can turn into a full serpent that resembles a water dragon, its colors very similar to his humanoid form but with a more silvery aspect than white.
Like his brethren, he has control of his rivers when he is submerged and a part of it to an extent. When he is a part of it, Eridanus is quite literately part of it. No longer would he have a solid body. He would be the river but would still have his own mind and have his senses albeit scattered in the water. He can make his rivers flow as fast or slow, run shallow and wide or deep and narrow, when he is in this state. Although he can control the movement of the rivers that are his, it would still take years of time to shift the water's course just like with any other river.
If severely injured, he can be submerged and become one with the river to heal but it would take time. If it is a killing blow, he can still die from it like any other being but his chances of survival are about 10% better when in his river. He can only heal in his own river. Taking water from it to use on him won't work neither will any other freshwater.
If a person prays at his banks using one of his names, he will hear it. It is customary to bring some kind of offering in payment if the person is asking for a favor. The offering needs to be something pleasing to one of the senses such as good smelling incense or flowers, a food or drink that smells or tastes good (basically not burned or overly bitter/sour/spicy) and so on. Of course there are always exceptions such as a person who has nothing or one in danger but if a deal is struck or a promise made to Eridanus, there is no breaking it without his consent.
°•Weaknesses•°
Eridanus may be very strong but he is one person. Just because he can be as strong as three men does not mean three men can't gang up on him and win. He will put up a good fight though but since he doesn't have any experience in fighting, he would be going on instinct alone.
Two of his biggest weaknesses is fire and electricity. If a storm looks like its rolling in, he heads for the safety of caves or the subterranean caverns and galleries that were naturally formed by his river Hyperborea underneath Laurium.Usually when in a fight that is unnecessary such as Eridanus being singled out, he would escape by entering his river and basically disappear. Since water is a major conductor of electricity, he cannot escape from it and it would cause him more pain than getting hit or sliced by a bladed weapon.
Fire is an element that never really got along with him since he is water. Flames or heat from them can cause him to evaporate which is not a very pleasant feeling. Not that his phobia of it helps matters either but his dislike of fire is a natural instinct as much as a groundhog's fear of its shadow. The thought of being burned alive by fire horrifies him to the point that he will avoid any flame bigger than that of a lit oil lamp.
Because Eridanus is directly tied to his rivers, if one dries up it would cripple him greatly. Since the first of his rivers was Hyperborea, if he would somehow lose it, it could very well kill him. If all were to dry up, he would most certainly die. It is also true the other way around. If he were to die, all his rivers' water sources would be cut off and they would dry up. The one way known so far to counteract the impact of losing the river is the amphora jug his race and their children usually carry. From it pours the waters of their owner and it is ever flowing. The amphora jug cannot break or dry up as long the source of all freshwater still flows.
°•History•°
His childhood was carefree as it was with his three thousand brothers and sisters of Oceanus. He was spirited, womanizing, and fond of traveling as far as his stream would take him. When Eridanus became more mature and his stream became a small river, he found himself on the outskirts of a town called Hyperborea.
The people there became dependent on his river for their crops and for drinking. It gave him a feeling of being and so his river stayed its course and the people named him after their land. Every now and then, Eridanus would take shape of a man with the lower body of a serpent to converse with the women that came to fetch water.
Over the years, he became the father of the Naiads of Hesperiai who brought him joy as he watched them play at his riverbanks. He could even be seen in his bull form with the head of a man, one of his daughters perched on his back while holding a amphora jug. They were known to go to farmers who had prayed for a drink of his cold water as they worked in the fields. Eridanus humored his daughters and would carry them on his back to the one who prayed, the naiads pouring the water from their jugs.
Life went on like this in Hyperborea for countless years, the river growing slowly as Eridanus' strength and powers grew with it. Then one day a tragedy befell the son of Helios, the brother to his daughters. Phaethon attempted to drive the sun chariot across the sky only to be struck down by Zeus' fire barbed bolt.
Phaethon fell through the night sky like a brightly shining star. Eridanus seen the boy get struck as did his daughters on the riverbank. Rising up from his river with arms outstretched, he received Phaethon and washed the flames from the youth's body. The Naiads Hesperiai wept for their fallen brother who had came into their world. Eridanus laid the boy's body on land as his daughters built a tomb around Phaethon. On his epitaph they engraved: 'Here Phaethon lies, his father's charioteer; great was his fall, yet did he greatly dare'.
After their loving chore was done, the daughters then transformed themselves into poplar trees to ever weep tears of amber for the grief of their lost brother. Eridanus' river would from then on would exhale breezes and chill mists that would harden the amber tears as they fell and later collect.
Eridanus no longer would venture out far from his river to deliver water as he did when one of his daughters would perch upon his back. Time he would have spent watching them laugh and play at his banks, he spent tending to them and collecting their tears. When Poseidon wedded Beroe, Eridanus came bringing shining gifts of amber that had been collected from the trees of Hesperiai.
Time ran together for him after that with nothing to make itself prominent until one day, when he went to collect tears, a set of golden colored armor was there instead. Eridanus knew that it was made from his daughters' tears. Taking up the armor, he hid it in the deepest and darkest part of his river so that it wouldn't be stolen from him.
More time passes and though he still answered prayers like his brothers and sisters, he didn't feel as much joy in it as he had before. That is, until the Changer's War. The earthquakes tore up the city and the landscape making the survivors flee for a safer place. During the most violent quake, the earth split around him forcing Eridanus to retreat to his river and become one with the water.
He watched in grief as the poplar trees that were his daughters were uprooted and smashed by the earthquake that sank him into a deep fissure. Waves of power that was not of this world, warped the lands around and twisted everything he had known. He could feel a trembling through him as his daughters, brothers, sisters, and nieces were all affected in some way and others killed.
The final and most violent spill of magic sealed him off from the world above that he had known his whole existence. After everything had finally settled, he took on his half serpent form to give voice to his anguish. After several decades of simply being water flowing along, Eridanus finally brought himself around to focus on carving a new path for his river.
Without realizing it, his river had branched off in two places on its own, the water finding its way to the surface. The main river continued on underground until it reached the ocean. Using his mist, he made the caverns and galleries wider and higher over time. One day, he felt a sudden splash of something falling in him. He became a entire water serpent for the first time and seen the human male that had fallen through a weak part of the ground.
Eridanus pushed him to shore with his snout and then retreated again as the mortal began coughing up water. Before he knew it, a tribe of them had lowered a rope, voices hollering the name 'Cyril'. After the man was hoisted up, Eridanus thought it would have been the end of it. The following day, a group of men stumbled along his riverbank with the one called Cyril guiding the way.
He didn't care what the humans did as long as they didn't try to muck around in his river. After a couple months, he could hear the humans faintly as they worked on making a permanent home for themselves overhead. A decade passes and strange things made of wood churned in his water, moving with the force of his currents.
Eridanus became curious of his new neighbors and started to listen to them speak more. The way they spoke, it seemed much depended on his river flowing strong and steady. Once again he had a feeling of purpose. These humans were depending on him for their livelihood.
Soon after that, he gained in strength and power little by little as he worked on controlling his waters to benefit the humans. Confident in his abilities, Eridanus rose from his river Hyperborea in a fully human male form. He borrowed clothes left behind as one of the workers and walked the steps leading up to the now fully formed city of Laurium. Cyril was long dead as was his son but the city lived on.
Now Eridanus walks the streets, pathways, and caverns above his river. People who held on to their myths and were descendants of his city from long ago, still pass on the few stories they had about him and his daughters. Workers or children who had slipped and fallen into the river, tell stories of something pushing them to shore. The grateful families leave him offerings and pray for his continued watch over their loved ones.
Eridanus receives the offerings with a faint smile after the giver leaves, setting a white pebble worn smooth in its place. It was the known sign that they had been heard. He was a Potamoi and like his brothers and sisters, he would always fulfill his responsibilities.
Nickname(s): king of rivers, Istros, Po, Hyperborea
Age: 610
Gender: Male
Race: Flumen, Amnis Flumina, Amnes (Potamoi in Greek)
Rivers: Hyperborea (Modern day Rhine of Germany and Don of Italy), Istros, Po, Constellation Eridanus
°•Physical Description•°
Eridanus is 6'3" with broad shoulders, tapered waist, and narrow hips that are typical of athletic swimmers. His body is all lean muscle that are well defined and he has fair white skin that is tinged with pale blue.
Eridanus' hair is worn long and is the color of white water rapids. It moves with the breeze as if by a water current instead so that it flows about his face and shoulders like it would underwater. His eyes are always deep like he is always in thought and the iris is the color of liquid amber. He also has almost Egyptian-like markings around his eyes of the same liquid amber. He has the mark of 'water' on both of his cheeks below his high cheekbones.
°•Personality•°
Once carefree and smiling, he is now quiet and keeps to himself since his daughters' deaths. He avoids confrontation and any social situation when he can but won't turn away from his responsibilities as a Potamoi. Once he finally opens up to someone, Eridanus can be kind and friendly.
With his looks in human form combined with his brooding eyes, many women find themselves attracted to him. The fact that he rarely talks to anyone aside from a few polite words, didn't help discourage the womenfolk. When he does speak, his voice is deep and strong as if he is used to people taking heed of his words. When angered, his voice almost echo the sound of rumbling waters.
°•Possessions•°
Eridanus lays claim to anything lost in the depths of his rivers but if the rightful owner comes along, more often than not they will find the lost item washed up on the shore. He spends most of his time flowing along in his rivers but when he does venture out in his human form, he wears clothing he finds that were left forgotten.
Not one for fighting, he doesn't really have any weapons but he does have a set of ancient Greek style armor that was made magically by his daughters' amber tears. Their tears turned into a suit of golden colored armor. It is light weight and unable to age so that it forever looks and works the same way it always had since first created. Eridanus has never used the armor and keeps it well hidden in his watery depths. It is the only thing he has that his daughters made before the Changer's earthquake took their lives.
°•Strengths•°
He is strongest when he is in his own waters. The mist alone from his riverbanks is enough to give him a boost in strength. In human form he is as strong as three human men combined when out of freshwater. When he is up to his knees in freshwater, he is as strong as a bull in its prime. If Eridanus is submerged in his own waters, he can muster up the force of the current and make it his strength.
°•Powers•°
Potamoi can take on several different forms at will. The greater the river, the more forms they can take and the more control they have over the shift. The three forms they can take when they are not one with their river is a bull with the head of a man, a man with the head of a bull, or a man with a water serpent's body from the hips down.
Eridanus can take these forms and more. He also has a humanoid one but has long pointed ears, a light blue tinge to his skin, and flowing hair the color of white water rapids. He also can turn into a full serpent that resembles a water dragon, its colors very similar to his humanoid form but with a more silvery aspect than white.
Like his brethren, he has control of his rivers when he is submerged and a part of it to an extent. When he is a part of it, Eridanus is quite literately part of it. No longer would he have a solid body. He would be the river but would still have his own mind and have his senses albeit scattered in the water. He can make his rivers flow as fast or slow, run shallow and wide or deep and narrow, when he is in this state. Although he can control the movement of the rivers that are his, it would still take years of time to shift the water's course just like with any other river.
If severely injured, he can be submerged and become one with the river to heal but it would take time. If it is a killing blow, he can still die from it like any other being but his chances of survival are about 10% better when in his river. He can only heal in his own river. Taking water from it to use on him won't work neither will any other freshwater.
If a person prays at his banks using one of his names, he will hear it. It is customary to bring some kind of offering in payment if the person is asking for a favor. The offering needs to be something pleasing to one of the senses such as good smelling incense or flowers, a food or drink that smells or tastes good (basically not burned or overly bitter/sour/spicy) and so on. Of course there are always exceptions such as a person who has nothing or one in danger but if a deal is struck or a promise made to Eridanus, there is no breaking it without his consent.
°•Weaknesses•°
Eridanus may be very strong but he is one person. Just because he can be as strong as three men does not mean three men can't gang up on him and win. He will put up a good fight though but since he doesn't have any experience in fighting, he would be going on instinct alone.
Two of his biggest weaknesses is fire and electricity. If a storm looks like its rolling in, he heads for the safety of caves or the subterranean caverns and galleries that were naturally formed by his river Hyperborea underneath Laurium.Usually when in a fight that is unnecessary such as Eridanus being singled out, he would escape by entering his river and basically disappear. Since water is a major conductor of electricity, he cannot escape from it and it would cause him more pain than getting hit or sliced by a bladed weapon.
Fire is an element that never really got along with him since he is water. Flames or heat from them can cause him to evaporate which is not a very pleasant feeling. Not that his phobia of it helps matters either but his dislike of fire is a natural instinct as much as a groundhog's fear of its shadow. The thought of being burned alive by fire horrifies him to the point that he will avoid any flame bigger than that of a lit oil lamp.
Because Eridanus is directly tied to his rivers, if one dries up it would cripple him greatly. Since the first of his rivers was Hyperborea, if he would somehow lose it, it could very well kill him. If all were to dry up, he would most certainly die. It is also true the other way around. If he were to die, all his rivers' water sources would be cut off and they would dry up. The one way known so far to counteract the impact of losing the river is the amphora jug his race and their children usually carry. From it pours the waters of their owner and it is ever flowing. The amphora jug cannot break or dry up as long the source of all freshwater still flows.
°•History•°
His childhood was carefree as it was with his three thousand brothers and sisters of Oceanus. He was spirited, womanizing, and fond of traveling as far as his stream would take him. When Eridanus became more mature and his stream became a small river, he found himself on the outskirts of a town called Hyperborea.
The people there became dependent on his river for their crops and for drinking. It gave him a feeling of being and so his river stayed its course and the people named him after their land. Every now and then, Eridanus would take shape of a man with the lower body of a serpent to converse with the women that came to fetch water.
Over the years, he became the father of the Naiads of Hesperiai who brought him joy as he watched them play at his riverbanks. He could even be seen in his bull form with the head of a man, one of his daughters perched on his back while holding a amphora jug. They were known to go to farmers who had prayed for a drink of his cold water as they worked in the fields. Eridanus humored his daughters and would carry them on his back to the one who prayed, the naiads pouring the water from their jugs.
Life went on like this in Hyperborea for countless years, the river growing slowly as Eridanus' strength and powers grew with it. Then one day a tragedy befell the son of Helios, the brother to his daughters. Phaethon attempted to drive the sun chariot across the sky only to be struck down by Zeus' fire barbed bolt.
Phaethon fell through the night sky like a brightly shining star. Eridanus seen the boy get struck as did his daughters on the riverbank. Rising up from his river with arms outstretched, he received Phaethon and washed the flames from the youth's body. The Naiads Hesperiai wept for their fallen brother who had came into their world. Eridanus laid the boy's body on land as his daughters built a tomb around Phaethon. On his epitaph they engraved: 'Here Phaethon lies, his father's charioteer; great was his fall, yet did he greatly dare'.
After their loving chore was done, the daughters then transformed themselves into poplar trees to ever weep tears of amber for the grief of their lost brother. Eridanus' river would from then on would exhale breezes and chill mists that would harden the amber tears as they fell and later collect.
Eridanus no longer would venture out far from his river to deliver water as he did when one of his daughters would perch upon his back. Time he would have spent watching them laugh and play at his banks, he spent tending to them and collecting their tears. When Poseidon wedded Beroe, Eridanus came bringing shining gifts of amber that had been collected from the trees of Hesperiai.
Time ran together for him after that with nothing to make itself prominent until one day, when he went to collect tears, a set of golden colored armor was there instead. Eridanus knew that it was made from his daughters' tears. Taking up the armor, he hid it in the deepest and darkest part of his river so that it wouldn't be stolen from him.
More time passes and though he still answered prayers like his brothers and sisters, he didn't feel as much joy in it as he had before. That is, until the Changer's War. The earthquakes tore up the city and the landscape making the survivors flee for a safer place. During the most violent quake, the earth split around him forcing Eridanus to retreat to his river and become one with the water.
He watched in grief as the poplar trees that were his daughters were uprooted and smashed by the earthquake that sank him into a deep fissure. Waves of power that was not of this world, warped the lands around and twisted everything he had known. He could feel a trembling through him as his daughters, brothers, sisters, and nieces were all affected in some way and others killed.
The final and most violent spill of magic sealed him off from the world above that he had known his whole existence. After everything had finally settled, he took on his half serpent form to give voice to his anguish. After several decades of simply being water flowing along, Eridanus finally brought himself around to focus on carving a new path for his river.
Without realizing it, his river had branched off in two places on its own, the water finding its way to the surface. The main river continued on underground until it reached the ocean. Using his mist, he made the caverns and galleries wider and higher over time. One day, he felt a sudden splash of something falling in him. He became a entire water serpent for the first time and seen the human male that had fallen through a weak part of the ground.
Eridanus pushed him to shore with his snout and then retreated again as the mortal began coughing up water. Before he knew it, a tribe of them had lowered a rope, voices hollering the name 'Cyril'. After the man was hoisted up, Eridanus thought it would have been the end of it. The following day, a group of men stumbled along his riverbank with the one called Cyril guiding the way.
He didn't care what the humans did as long as they didn't try to muck around in his river. After a couple months, he could hear the humans faintly as they worked on making a permanent home for themselves overhead. A decade passes and strange things made of wood churned in his water, moving with the force of his currents.
Eridanus became curious of his new neighbors and started to listen to them speak more. The way they spoke, it seemed much depended on his river flowing strong and steady. Once again he had a feeling of purpose. These humans were depending on him for their livelihood.
Soon after that, he gained in strength and power little by little as he worked on controlling his waters to benefit the humans. Confident in his abilities, Eridanus rose from his river Hyperborea in a fully human male form. He borrowed clothes left behind as one of the workers and walked the steps leading up to the now fully formed city of Laurium. Cyril was long dead as was his son but the city lived on.
Now Eridanus walks the streets, pathways, and caverns above his river. People who held on to their myths and were descendants of his city from long ago, still pass on the few stories they had about him and his daughters. Workers or children who had slipped and fallen into the river, tell stories of something pushing them to shore. The grateful families leave him offerings and pray for his continued watch over their loved ones.
Eridanus receives the offerings with a faint smile after the giver leaves, setting a white pebble worn smooth in its place. It was the known sign that they had been heard. He was a Potamoi and like his brothers and sisters, he would always fulfill his responsibilities.