About
Not sure if anyone will read this, but I have nothing else to do.Well I suppose I should work on this hm? Well my name is Axel. I'm 20 years old. I've been on Gaia for some time now. I quit for a bit because it got pretty boring, but I'm back again. I'm an avid Rper. I'm literate. I enjoy the darker side to things. You could say I have an obsession with what regular people would call weird. I'm very artistic mind wise. I'm a very helpful person when you need it. I can also be an a*****e when need be. I tend to have trust issues with people. Actually, I hate people in general. I love spongebob because he rules. Dexter is my favorite realistic TV show. Currently single and employed as a grave digger. I love philosophy. I'm constantly thinking. If I'm in towns and you honestly feel the need to try and troll me or argue with me, you're going to ******** fail. Hardcore. I don't really know what else to say, but feel free to ask me.
WARNING: These are going to be my own personal opinions and thoughts on things. You may find some of this sexist/racist./homophobic/religiously bashing. If you're an idiot and easily offended, than don't bother.
I find people who are overly random some of the most pathetic people in existence. They're so afraid of being rejected by everyone that they have to change who they are. Stupid finds stupid attractive. Their lives are so miserable they have to pretend to be happy. They wear a mask. They can hide it all they want, but deep down they're even worse than before.
I find women to be the most complex creature on the planet. I don't think I'll ever understand how a woman works. They ask for an opinion and get mad if you tell the truth or if you lie. Women, though, are a sanctuary as well. A place of peace. When a man's rage gets so unbearable, a woman can always seem to bring them down to Earth. That is, if they aren't the one causing it. Sigmund Freud theorized that every man subconsciously wants to sleep with his mother. Which is true. Men look for a woman who can nurture and care for them like their mother did.
I can't stand niggas. Now let me explain this before anyone feels the need to bash me for this. ****** is the racial slur for a black person. ***** is a term used by ghetto people to refer to each other. I hate ghetto people. The way they butchered the English language and feel as though they're better than everyone else. These are the people who tend to use slavery as an excuse for the way they act. "You white people enslaved us, so now we hate you." Now, pardon my French, but get the ******** over it. It happened more than two hundred years ago and YOU weren't in it. Jews have been through worse things for a WAY longer period of time but they get on with their lives. I also don't understand why if a ghetto person calls me cracka, whitey, or anything of the sort, it's fine. Yet, if I call them a ******, I'm instantly labeled racist. I guess it's because the "hip hop" culture has over run the world? I don't know.
I tend to distance myself from my emotions. Or emotion I should say. See, when you ask someone to list emotions, you'll never hear someone say betrayal. The base of all our emotions. You'll feel betrayed by your emotions more times than any other emotion you'll feel. This comes into play more times in a relationship. Relationships are incredibly stressful no matter how much joy they bring. The more joy they bring, the bigger the betrayal you'll feel. I'll explain. Say you've been with someone for about a year and you love each other very much. That person goes out and cheats. That joy you felt will turn to betrayal. You were betrayed by the joy you felt. Hence why I think betrayal is the base of all feelings.
I don't think anyone is honestly afraid to die. It's the fear of what happens after we die. No one knows and people fear what they don't understand. The act of dying itself is also something we fear. I, for one, wouldn't want to die from drowning. But again it's not the thought of dying that worries everyone. What if our soul never leaves the body and we just sit in a coffin wondering when we can dream our way out? I like to think of how I'll die one day. My hopes is to be assassinated. I'd find it wonderful that someone hated me so much they had to kill me.
Military people are another sub-human species that annoy me. I do appreciate everything you do for me, I really do. The minute you think you're better than me BECAUSE you fight in a war is where my appreciation goes away. If you're going to call me a p***y because you can't recruit me, I'll say straight to your crew cut that when you're out there crying and screaming out of fear, your girlfriend/wife is ******** the neighbor. You'll step on a land mine paralyze yourself from the legs down. You'll be walking in a grocery store when the flash backs come and you're crawling on the floor with a strainer on your head and people are embarrassed to be around you. You'll end up on the streets begging for change and I can just sit and laugh at it all.
I find religion to be an interesting thing really. A lot of people will deny that there is a God or Heaven or Hell. But what about when someone they love is dying? It seems like thinking the only thing going to happen to them is them being eaten by maggots isn't exactly a pleasant thought. And what if someone is in dire need of help? Do you now shout God help me? I think in a way, we all have a little faith that there is a God somewhere.
I really strive to stay away from dating. No, it's not because I don't think there's a girl good enough out there for me. It's I feel like I'm not good enough for anyone else. Every relationship I've been I've either been cheated on, or she's just completely up and stopped talking to me. I'm not really sure why either. I fall in love so easily, and when I do, I put my all for that person. I'll sacrifice my own happiness just to see her smile. But I guess that's not what they want now a days.
I've got a strange obsession with death. Wondering what runs through your mind as your final breaths are coming out. Will you be afraid? Accepting? Excited? I, for one, will be both accepting and excited. I feel as though death is the final lesson we learn in our lives. I'm hoping when I do die, I go to the first circle of hell. With all the great philosiphers of the past. A peaceful, but sad place. Heaven's overrated. I know I'll be dying, but I won't be scared. I'll be excited because I'm moving to a new world. I just hope it's better than the one I'm living in.
RP Profile
Phobetor, the God of Nightmares. Born from Pasithea and Hypnos. Phobetor was the oldest among his brothers, Morpheus and Phantasos. He's very tall, about 6'0. Not many are sure of his form as he is shrouded in darkness at all times. The most they can see are the red eyes and the shimmering white row of fangs from within the black. His behavior is very mischievous. He's been known to cause many troubles in Olympus. Phobetor invades the dreams of mortals and eats them, replacing them with nightmares where he runs rampant. He even runs rampant in the minds of the Gods themselves. The dark God can often be found in the nightmare realm behind the gate of dreams. He also roams the Underworld, torturing the souls Hades misses. He often destroys villages, murdering and devouring all in his path. He can be appeased with a virgin sacrifice. This will keep the village safe...for a while. Merciless in his ways, many of the Gods shun him for his powers. Shapeshifting, manipulation, he can bend the very fabric of time to an extent. Traveling to distances between.
Phobetor was behind many of the tragic fates of some Gods and the tragedies in Olympus. It was him who gave Daedalus the idea for the wax wings in a dream he was having. The Dark God whispered to Icarus of how he could overcome Helios as the God of the Sun, if he could reach it with his wings. He convinced Aegus that his son had been slain in the Crete and watched with a smile as he drowned himself. He was the one who convinced Medea that Jason was unfaithful and pushed the tree on top of him. he had tricked Aphrodite into bed with him. He convinced Prometheus to bring the flames to the mortals and watched as he was devoured by Zeus' giant eagle. Yes, Phobetor had done many things and found great pleasure in the chaos he brought about. But there was one trick, he will regret for the rest of his life.
He had come up with a plan to torture Aphrodite by having her husband not be able to sleep with her. Phobetor went to Zeus and told him of a great power. One that could even kill Zeus himself, that he saw in his dreams. Filled with paranoia, Zeus ordered Hephaestus to build him a box to keep this great power hidden. Hephaestus worked endlessly on the box, days and weeks had passed. The Dark God watched as Aphrodite began bed women in her husband's absence. The box was done. He called it, Pandora's Box. Zeus hid the box inside Pandora's temple making sure none could get to it. Little did he know, Hephaestus had made that box a decoy. The real Pandora's Box was still with him. Hephaestus had made a special key needed to open the box. A young girl named Pandora. He came to love Pandora as his own daughter. Phobetor had never caught a glimpse of the girl. His curiosity ate away at him. Finally, he ran to Zeus and told him about the fake box. Zeus exploded with rage and banned Hephaestus to Hades. Zeus put the box inside the flame of Olympus. Then, is when the Dark God caught a good look at Pandora. He had felt something like never before. He fell in love with Pandora. She looked beautiful and he couldn't look away.
Phobetor started to invade her dreams. Staring at her where she would feel safest. He never ate her dreams or left her nightmares. Eventually, Pandora had caught him in her dreams. The two had instantly fell for each other. Months had passed and their love for each other grew ever deeper. One day, Zeus had snatched Pandora from the God. Hephaestus had finally told Zeus that the key to opening the box, was to kill Pandora. Zeus held Pandora over the flames of Olympus. Phobetor lunged forward trying to stop Zeus. Zeus summoned these heavy chains and pinned him to the floor. Zeus tossed Pandora into the flames and Phobetor watched as his one true love turned to ash before. Rage built inside him. It was to the point where was pushing against the chains to sever the very flesh on his bones. Zeus singed the flames to his skin. This would make it so Phobetor would never invade Zeus' dream. The Dark God gathered all of Pandora's ashes and kept them in a vial which he wore around his neck. The sadness he felt was overwhelming. It came to the point where he ripped his own heart out and tossed it in the flames of Olympus. Now all he felt was hatred. He swore he would get these chains off one day and take his revenge on the coward King of the Gods.
Phobetor, the God of Nightmares. Born from Pasithea and Hypnos. Phobetor was the oldest among his brothers, Morpheus and Phantasos. He's very tall, about 6'0. Not many are sure of his form as he is shrouded in darkness at all times. The most they can see are the red eyes and the shimmering white row of fangs from within the black. His behavior is very mischievous. He's been known to cause many troubles in Olympus. Phobetor invades the dreams of mortals and eats them, replacing them with nightmares where he runs rampant. He even runs rampant in the minds of the Gods themselves. The dark God can often be found in the nightmare realm behind the gate of dreams. He also roams the Underworld, torturing the souls Hades misses. He often destroys villages, murdering and devouring all in his path. He can be appeased with a virgin sacrifice. This will keep the village safe...for a while. Merciless in his ways, many of the Gods shun him for his powers. Shapeshifting, manipulation, he can bend the very fabric of time to an extent. Traveling to distances between.
Phobetor was behind many of the tragic fates of some Gods and the tragedies in Olympus. It was him who gave Daedalus the idea for the wax wings in a dream he was having. The Dark God whispered to Icarus of how he could overcome Helios as the God of the Sun, if he could reach it with his wings. He convinced Aegus that his son had been slain in the Crete and watched with a smile as he drowned himself. He was the one who convinced Medea that Jason was unfaithful and pushed the tree on top of him. he had tricked Aphrodite into bed with him. He convinced Prometheus to bring the flames to the mortals and watched as he was devoured by Zeus' giant eagle. Yes, Phobetor had done many things and found great pleasure in the chaos he brought about. But there was one trick, he will regret for the rest of his life.
He had come up with a plan to torture Aphrodite by having her husband not be able to sleep with her. Phobetor went to Zeus and told him of a great power. One that could even kill Zeus himself, that he saw in his dreams. Filled with paranoia, Zeus ordered Hephaestus to build him a box to keep this great power hidden. Hephaestus worked endlessly on the box, days and weeks had passed. The Dark God watched as Aphrodite began bed women in her husband's absence. The box was done. He called it, Pandora's Box. Zeus hid the box inside Pandora's temple making sure none could get to it. Little did he know, Hephaestus had made that box a decoy. The real Pandora's Box was still with him. Hephaestus had made a special key needed to open the box. A young girl named Pandora. He came to love Pandora as his own daughter. Phobetor had never caught a glimpse of the girl. His curiosity ate away at him. Finally, he ran to Zeus and told him about the fake box. Zeus exploded with rage and banned Hephaestus to Hades. Zeus put the box inside the flame of Olympus. Then, is when the Dark God caught a good look at Pandora. He had felt something like never before. He fell in love with Pandora. She looked beautiful and he couldn't look away.
Phobetor started to invade her dreams. Staring at her where she would feel safest. He never ate her dreams or left her nightmares. Eventually, Pandora had caught him in her dreams. The two had instantly fell for each other. Months had passed and their love for each other grew ever deeper. One day, Zeus had snatched Pandora from the God. Hephaestus had finally told Zeus that the key to opening the box, was to kill Pandora. Zeus held Pandora over the flames of Olympus. Phobetor lunged forward trying to stop Zeus. Zeus summoned these heavy chains and pinned him to the floor. Zeus tossed Pandora into the flames and Phobetor watched as his one true love turned to ash before. Rage built inside him. It was to the point where was pushing against the chains to sever the very flesh on his bones. Zeus singed the flames to his skin. This would make it so Phobetor would never invade Zeus' dream. The Dark God gathered all of Pandora's ashes and kept them in a vial which he wore around his neck. The sadness he felt was overwhelming. It came to the point where he ripped his own heart out and tossed it in the flames of Olympus. Now all he felt was hatred. He swore he would get these chains off one day and take his revenge on the coward King of the Gods.
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At this she laughed even more, unable to help herself.
She smiled wryly. "Why?"
She glanced up at him, still frowning slightly.
"Sometimes it's better to let issues settle themselves, especially when there's nothing else that can be done."
The elf contemplated pushing him off her shoulder. "I've been alright, I suppose. Busy, as always. Dealing with the Universe and all its chaos, again."
Things almost never changed, did they? "What've you been up to?"
"Well...Look at who's decided to show his face, again." She smirked, glancing over at him.