"my name is Rhian; i've been told that my name means 'great queen' in the welsh dialect. well, i am not a queen, i can assure you of that. although technically i am two entities combined into one body; Rhia is the mind on the left and Ian is the mind on the right. although i consider myself quite androgynous in terms of 'male' and 'female', i suppose technically one would consider me a female. if you were to ask me my age i would have to say multiple thousands of years; the exact number is unknown to me, i've quite honestly lost track of the time... oh that begs the question of my mortality doesnt it? well, quite obviously, i'm immortal darling, but i would have to say that you should have expected that. i am a goddess after all."
1. both of us have a favorite candy that we are absolutely obsessed with; Rhia adores the Canadian Coffee Crisps & Ian treasures Turkish Damak's (pistachio filled chocolates).
2. Ian enjoys playing with hair, and Rhia enjoys trying new things with make up. We both tend to do these things on each other; Rhia tests out eyeliner on Ian and Ian braids Rhia's hair.
3. both of us really like listening to music; its very interesting how unique the mortals can make the music sound. Rhia tends to prefer more hardcore metal or grunge-esc music, whereas Ian tends to prefer softer music with lots of sentiment in it.
4. we really enjoy physical contact, with each other and hopefully someday with others that we care for. we tend to bump/rub heads to show support for one another.
5. Rhia is actually extremely ticklish and so when i (Ian) am annoyed with my sister, i start to tickle our body, and she goes crazy. it's quite hilarious.
2. Ian enjoys playing with hair, and Rhia enjoys trying new things with make up. We both tend to do these things on each other; Rhia tests out eyeliner on Ian and Ian braids Rhia's hair.
3. both of us really like listening to music; its very interesting how unique the mortals can make the music sound. Rhia tends to prefer more hardcore metal or grunge-esc music, whereas Ian tends to prefer softer music with lots of sentiment in it.
4. we really enjoy physical contact, with each other and hopefully someday with others that we care for. we tend to bump/rub heads to show support for one another.
5. Rhia is actually extremely ticklish and so when i (Ian) am annoyed with my sister, i start to tickle our body, and she goes crazy. it's quite hilarious.
"i am two minds within one body, and yet we have never fought each other for control. we may disagree about what to do or how to respond to certain situations, but ultimately we do nothing without full consent of one another. since the day we first came to be, we have had a telepathic connection with one another. what that means is we can communicate just with our minds, having full conversations and discussions mentally. we can also read each others minds without first asking, which is both a blessing and a curse at the same time. we can tell what each other is feeling at any given point in time, and so it is impossible to keep secrets from one another. thanks to this mental skill, our two mouths always speak perfectly in tune with one another, the exact same words at the precisely same pace.
i am Rhia, the left head, and i am the more dominant of our two minds. i would not call myself the leader per say, because we are very much a pair working together in every aspect of life, but if you were to ask who tended to take the lead more, it would probably be me. don't get me wrong, i am no dictator who rules with an iron fist; i am more like a company president, working side by side with my counterpart rather than dominating over them. ian would say that i an very stubborn or strong-willed, which i would have to, unfortunately, agree with. i dont like being wrong, and so i'll fight with every fiber of my being if someone dares try to make a fool out of me. which leads into my ability to easily be offended, and thus angered. you can see an example of that in our backstory, how i sulked and plotted for a millennia before getting revenge on my brother. that cruelty, that darkness; it was very much coming from me; Ian stayed quiet for the majority of that time. she was just as upset and hurt as i was, but she conceals that better, and does not seek to avenge said wrongs in the way that i do. something important to note is that i am the mind in charge of three of our six 'god' responsibilities; witchcraft, necromancy, and the night. these are technically the more dark things, the less liked or more often judged by those who dont understand them.
i am Ian, the right head, and i am considered the more reserved of our two minds. i am not necessarily a follower, as i still have my own voice and opinions, but i am not as vocal or domineering about making them known in the way that my other half is. upon first meeting us, others tend to consider me the quiet one; i enjoy simply watching things unfold without personally getting involved. i am very methodical and logical about absolutely everything that i do and say; nothing happens that is not thoroughly thought through on my part. i consider the consequences, each possible outcome, what could go wrong. i have backup plans for my backup plans, and while they are not always followed (mainly due to disagreeing with Rhia), they are still deliberately thought through. something you should know that is pretty important is where my power lies; i am the mind on charge of the other three 'god' responsibilities; magic, ghosts, and the moon. these are the things that mortals are more curious about, there is less fear and more seeking them out, yearning to learn more."
i am Rhia, the left head, and i am the more dominant of our two minds. i would not call myself the leader per say, because we are very much a pair working together in every aspect of life, but if you were to ask who tended to take the lead more, it would probably be me. don't get me wrong, i am no dictator who rules with an iron fist; i am more like a company president, working side by side with my counterpart rather than dominating over them. ian would say that i an very stubborn or strong-willed, which i would have to, unfortunately, agree with. i dont like being wrong, and so i'll fight with every fiber of my being if someone dares try to make a fool out of me. which leads into my ability to easily be offended, and thus angered. you can see an example of that in our backstory, how i sulked and plotted for a millennia before getting revenge on my brother. that cruelty, that darkness; it was very much coming from me; Ian stayed quiet for the majority of that time. she was just as upset and hurt as i was, but she conceals that better, and does not seek to avenge said wrongs in the way that i do. something important to note is that i am the mind in charge of three of our six 'god' responsibilities; witchcraft, necromancy, and the night. these are technically the more dark things, the less liked or more often judged by those who dont understand them.
i am Ian, the right head, and i am considered the more reserved of our two minds. i am not necessarily a follower, as i still have my own voice and opinions, but i am not as vocal or domineering about making them known in the way that my other half is. upon first meeting us, others tend to consider me the quiet one; i enjoy simply watching things unfold without personally getting involved. i am very methodical and logical about absolutely everything that i do and say; nothing happens that is not thoroughly thought through on my part. i consider the consequences, each possible outcome, what could go wrong. i have backup plans for my backup plans, and while they are not always followed (mainly due to disagreeing with Rhia), they are still deliberately thought through. something you should know that is pretty important is where my power lies; i am the mind on charge of the other three 'god' responsibilities; magic, ghosts, and the moon. these are the things that mortals are more curious about, there is less fear and more seeking them out, yearning to learn more."
"many think that Helius created me; he is the king of the gods, the god of the sun and life (among other things), so it only makes sense right? wrong. Helius is not my father or my maker, but he is something on my family tree. Helius is my brother, my twin to be precise. there was nothing in this universe, absolutely nothing; it was all darkness and pitch black. there was no life, no light, no earth, naught a thing. technically the galaxy existed, the heavens, but there was no color. then deep within the depths of the universe, we began to form. the universe was our womb, the stars were our nourishment, and together, we were formed. we came to be holding each other, like yin and yang, two perfect pieces of the puzzle that completed one another. we are the originals. the beginning, and, as some would say it, we will be the end. and together we created this world as it is, everything in perfect harmony. he was the light, i was the darkness. he controlled life, i controlled death. he was radiant and golden like the sun, and i was gray and pale, like the lesser important moon. he stood out whilst i blended in; i should have known this was just an inkling of what would come. everything was fine for millennia; we lived on this planet we had made called earth, surrounded by these beautiful plants and stunning geographical formations. it was utter perfection, in my eyes.
until that fateful day when my brother decided we needed more; mortals, to worship us and praise these incredible things that we did. i was skeptical, but he convinced me it was a good idea and i trusted him. he could not make humanity without me; i was death where he was life, and he didn't want them to life forever like we did. so together we made these moral kalons out of dirt and dust, out of strands of our own hair. we poured ourselves into them, and when my eyes first saw these creatures we created, i was in awe; they were truly beautiful. Helius had been right, how could i have doubted him? but as the years went by, i came to the conclusion that my doubts had been right. Helius soaked up all the glory and praise, seeking out the adoration of the mortals, having them worship him like the god he was. but me? i was pushed aside, seen as the lesser god and the little sister. he screwed me out of our promise, and from that day forward i vowed to mess up this perfect world however i possibly could for him. to make him pay for what he had tricked me out of, what he had stolen away from me. it should have been us together up on that hill, but i was cast aside like a nobody, and oh that made me quite angry. for centuries i hide away in my own home, buried deep underneath the ground, making myself a purgatory that no one could enter without my permission, that none could so much as find unless i brought them into the fold. i sat and i planned and i schemed for years, trying to figure out my next move, and all this while, with me gone, Helius' precious mortals remained alive, having no one to cast death out upon them. he grew worried with their growing population, and thus created his, and technically our, 'little' brothers and sisters, to help rule over the mortals. each of them was given a single power over something small, but big enough that little factions broke off of Helius' large group to worship them instead.
and then, after a millennium apart, my brother sought me out. he could not handle the mortals living and reproducing without end; he had never wanted them to live forever, but without me, they would never die. it was there, in the depths of my home, that i made my brother beg on his knees for my help, to admit he was wrong, to admit that he needed me as much as he wished he didnt. that day still remains in my mind as the best, most happy memory i have. for several centuries i practically ruled, killing so many, leaving only the bare minimum required to keep their species from extinction. the sun did not come out, only the moon and stars lighting up glimpses of the darkness. i was in control, i held all the power. and just to freak my brother and his 'friends' out, i brought the dead back up, out of my hole in the ground, out of my purgatory, and let them wander the earth for a bit, causing havoc. it was all quite fun. but eventually, i grew tired of such games, and being in control gave me absolutely no free time to myself; it was a drag. so i went to Helius in his high tower of the mountains and told him i would let him rule again, with a few conditions here or there. he had been living locked up for so long, completely afraid of my power, that he had practically driven himself mad, but quickly accepted everything i said. and so life was finally returned to normal, or at least, the closest it ever had been to normal. the sun finally rose again, and mortals returned to their way of living. but i had my own following now, because they had, at long last, seen my true power and strength. i was a god, and i would be worshiped forever."
until that fateful day when my brother decided we needed more; mortals, to worship us and praise these incredible things that we did. i was skeptical, but he convinced me it was a good idea and i trusted him. he could not make humanity without me; i was death where he was life, and he didn't want them to life forever like we did. so together we made these moral kalons out of dirt and dust, out of strands of our own hair. we poured ourselves into them, and when my eyes first saw these creatures we created, i was in awe; they were truly beautiful. Helius had been right, how could i have doubted him? but as the years went by, i came to the conclusion that my doubts had been right. Helius soaked up all the glory and praise, seeking out the adoration of the mortals, having them worship him like the god he was. but me? i was pushed aside, seen as the lesser god and the little sister. he screwed me out of our promise, and from that day forward i vowed to mess up this perfect world however i possibly could for him. to make him pay for what he had tricked me out of, what he had stolen away from me. it should have been us together up on that hill, but i was cast aside like a nobody, and oh that made me quite angry. for centuries i hide away in my own home, buried deep underneath the ground, making myself a purgatory that no one could enter without my permission, that none could so much as find unless i brought them into the fold. i sat and i planned and i schemed for years, trying to figure out my next move, and all this while, with me gone, Helius' precious mortals remained alive, having no one to cast death out upon them. he grew worried with their growing population, and thus created his, and technically our, 'little' brothers and sisters, to help rule over the mortals. each of them was given a single power over something small, but big enough that little factions broke off of Helius' large group to worship them instead.
and then, after a millennium apart, my brother sought me out. he could not handle the mortals living and reproducing without end; he had never wanted them to live forever, but without me, they would never die. it was there, in the depths of my home, that i made my brother beg on his knees for my help, to admit he was wrong, to admit that he needed me as much as he wished he didnt. that day still remains in my mind as the best, most happy memory i have. for several centuries i practically ruled, killing so many, leaving only the bare minimum required to keep their species from extinction. the sun did not come out, only the moon and stars lighting up glimpses of the darkness. i was in control, i held all the power. and just to freak my brother and his 'friends' out, i brought the dead back up, out of my hole in the ground, out of my purgatory, and let them wander the earth for a bit, causing havoc. it was all quite fun. but eventually, i grew tired of such games, and being in control gave me absolutely no free time to myself; it was a drag. so i went to Helius in his high tower of the mountains and told him i would let him rule again, with a few conditions here or there. he had been living locked up for so long, completely afraid of my power, that he had practically driven himself mad, but quickly accepted everything i said. and so life was finally returned to normal, or at least, the closest it ever had been to normal. the sun finally rose again, and mortals returned to their way of living. but i had my own following now, because they had, at long last, seen my true power and strength. i was a god, and i would be worshiped forever."