Among God's and Men: The Ambrosia Case
Steve Royal for Poseidon
Poseidon
Age Appearance: Late 50s
Race: Olympian God (Fallen)
Occupation: Member of the Fallen Council, Mayoral Candidate
Physical Description:
Poseidon is the embodiment of ageless power dressed in aging glamor. Standing well over six feet tall, he exudes a commanding presence that mixes old-world divinity with political polish. His long, storm-dark hair cascades past his shoulders in disciplined waves, streaked with silver like seafoam against black depths. His golden irises shimmer faintly, catching light like coins at the bottom of a well — a trait shared by all fallen gods, though his seem particularly unreadable, like storm clouds hiding something worse.
His sun-kissed skin bears a strange, otherworldly sheen. Thin, translucent oceanic scales ripple faintly across his collarbone, jawline, and forearms — visible only in the right light, like water just under the skin. His wardrobe is flawless: tailored suits with deep blues and metallic silvers, always accented by a lapel pin in the shape of a trident or ancient helm.
Personality Description:
Poseidon is charisma with undertow — eloquent, regal, and deeply manipulative. He speaks like a savior, moves like a statesman, and thinks like a conqueror. Beneath his calm exterior lies a vast and calculating mind that never forgets a slight and never forgives weakness. He is known for his measured patience, but when provoked, his rage can be as catastrophic as the tsunamis he once summoned in myth.
While many gods have decayed in exile, Poseidon has adapted — mastering bureaucracy, media, and public perception with ruthless finesse. He promises to restore order to New Babylon, but what he truly wants is dominion, and he believes the city — and perhaps the world — is long overdue for a return to divine rule.
- english
- male adult
- all english accents
- all american accents
- Deep Voice
- condescending
- Cunning
(Mayoral Campaign Speech) > POSEIDON (deep, regal, condescending): "Citizens of New Babylon... I see your streets choked with rot, your sons and daughters poisoned by ambition sold in glass vials, and your so-called protectors too weak to lift a finger. But I am no priest, no puppet, no ‘man of the people’ — I am Poseidon. And if you grant me this seat of power, I will drown every den of filth, wash away the traffickers, the dealers, the liars, and the cowards, until this city remembers what it means to kneel before order. You want salvation? Then vote for the storm. Vote for me."