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#11 - Eros
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You ever miss a really important text? The sort that you wonder, "Hey, my life might be a little different if I'd felt my phone vibrate just ten minutes earlier."

The reason I ask is because, no matter what you say, your life couldn't have been as flummoxed as Eros, the Greek God of Love - and NOT Cupid. Eros slept through the buzzing of his godly, divine cell phone as Hermes shot him a message. The sort of message that reads, "Hey, Darkseid is fucking the planet, the Spectre is coming down hard on the rest of our kind, and we're vamoosing off to the Sphere of the Gods, sealing ourselves up inside like Shaun in Shaun of the Dead, and waiting for this whole thing to blow over."

Because Eros missed this text, he showed up about five minutes too late to the place where Themyscira, home of the Amazons, used to be. As he arrived, OMACs swarmed the island nation, murdering and slaughtering poor, unfortunate Amazonian warriors as Wonder Woman used the Lasso of Truth to send her people - and her gods - into the most holy, divine of dimensions. And Eros' only hope to escape this current crisis went with them.

Eros has been... adjusting to his new reality ever since. Firstly, with the seal placed across the Sphere of the Gods, his powers have waned to a point of metahuman strength rather than godhood. Secondly, he just spent a month with no company within the realm of Themyscira's ruins, aside from a goat and three kangas. He's clearly developed a chip on his handsome, immortal shoulder over all of this, and you could hear it from the moment the party met our dear, new friend. A friend who, with just the pluck of a few strings, can send your heart aflutter (like Data 7) or bring you to the brink of tears (like Bloodfruit). Such a skill, despite being only a fraction of Eros' overall powers just weeks before, is still quite valuable, you see, and so Eros was brought to Oblivion, set up with a room with a view, and now sits tight, practicing his lyre in early mornings and drinking with his old friend John Constantine at night.

I just have to say, I could play Eros for entire RP Days on end. He's an absolute joy in his absolute irritation. Here's a god learning to be mortal - and loathing every second of it. And yet, he's probably more well-adjusted than half of the reprobates hanging around the bar Oblivion. Maybe if we're lucky, he'll be willing to put on a show, sooner or later.

Hint: This will probably be a fairly large surprise.