Alright folks, this will be my new immortal Dynasty, set in Twinbrook, with just Ambitions and Generations installed. Hopefully nothing goes wrong and there are no other hitches. I'm still working on an overall plan in relation to skills and stuff, but that should't affect anything yet, I hope. And kudos to anyone who knows where my inspiration came from.
My name is Acheron and, how do I say this without you laughing at me and thinking I'm insane. See, the thing is....I used to be a God, I used to have powers and my own palace in Kalosis. My mother is Apollymi, my father is Archon, and I barely remember my childhood but there are other things that have stuck in my mind. Such as meeting and falling for Artemis while I still thought I was human, you see, Apollymi sent me to the mortal realm to hide me from my father. I thought Artemis loved me back, but I couldn't have been more wrong. Then somehow my mother, my real mother, was banished to the sunken city of Atlantis, made a prisoner in the very place I had spent my mortal years. Sure, my mother is known as the destroyer, but is that really a reason to banish her to a solitude that's sure to break her spirit? So my task is simple, to find a way to break her free without the dire consequences that have been told to happen should she be released.
Apollymi: M...on! My Apo...lo.!
Acheron: Mother? I can barely make out what you're saying.
Apollymi: My child! Oh my darling son!
Acheron: Mother! It's been so long.
Apollymi: I know it has, dear. I had to find a new way to contact you at this new place you've gone to.
Acheron: I'm sorry, but I had to move.
Apollymi: Apostolos, my boy. Don't be sorry, never be sorry. However, there is something important you need to know.
Acheron: I'm listening.
Apollymi: To free me safely, you must bring together eight generations of our line, starting with yourself. That is not all though, you must all be immortal and there are several requirements to achieve before you will be granted the privilege.
Acheron: Eight generations?
Apollymi: Yes, my son. For the four main and four secondary compass points.
Acheron: Ah, I see!
Apollymi: Go to the library son, I have been able to place a book there for you to read, that outlines the requirements.
As the mental presence of my mother faded, the conversation kept playing through my mind. Eight generations of immortals. Requirements. Before I could fully make up my mind, I had to visit the library and find the book she mentioned. I couldn't help but feel trepidation, what if I failed in this quest? What would become of my mother? And I suppose you're wondering why my mother called me Apostolos. Well, that was my god name, it's all she ever calls me, she doesn't understand why I would choose to be called by another name. I sighed as I wondered about my old friend Nick, he was the best friend I could have had but I haven't heard from him since I moved and I wish I knew why. Anyway, I hopped in a taxi, good thing they are free around here, and headed to the library. I found the book mother mentioned and started reading, was it even possible to release her safely? I know I probably shouldn't be thinking that, but I couldn't help it.
While I was there I met Gala Ball and discovered she worked in the culinary field. Although I would have liked to stay at the library and chat more, I had other things to do. I needed a few starter plants for the garden, and to get started on painting so I could work on being a painter. Art can be so expressive, I find. Once I got home I planted what I had bought, then got on with painting.
It wasn't long before I had enough skill to head to the city hall and register as a self-employed painter. Tomorrow I'm going to start looking for a wife, and friends. For now I'm headed to the fire station to eat, freshen up, and sleep. 1,800 simoleons can only go so far, so I don't have anywhere to sleep on my lot yet, I don't even have a sink.
The next day dawned bright and early, I grabbed a shower and a juice at the fire station before heading home to complete the painting I'd left on my easel. Painting completed, I watered the little garden, before selling my finished piece. It only gae me 12 simoleons, but when you have as little money as I do, you don't complain, unless you have to pay a bill that takes more than your work brings in, ugh! Still, I shall stick to small paintings that can be done quickly and the money will soon be rolling in, at least until I can do better paintings, then
I'll go back to the bigger sizes.
I did some research and found out about a nice young woman called Amy Bull, who is also into painting and works part time at the spa, so I decided to head there and wait to see if I could strike up a friendship with her. While I was waiting my phone went off, I'd done some reading on inventing and the scientists wanted me to learn some more. I decided, why not, and sat down to read the inventing book I'd bought. Much safer than playing with fire. I was getting tired though, so I didn't read for too long, and I decided to try Amy's house, in case she hadn't been at work.
Amy was indeed at home and she invited me in and we got talking, we aren't quite friends yet but I don't think we are far off. Yet I was really getting exhausted, so while Amy headed to the bathroom, I slipped out and headed to the fire station. I must say, it is a handy place to use. When I woke up, it was almost midday, so I grabbed a juice and headed home, where I watered my little garden before inviting Amy over. She agrees and is there pretty quick, and the first thing she does is give me flowers, oh my! However, we talk about art and just get to know each other for a while, then I asked her to move in. With the extra funds we were able to build a proper bathroom, and a bedroom with a double bed, not that I would try anything on, but it'll make things easier overall later down the line. Is Amy Mrs Parthenopaeus? I don't know yet, perhaps there will be someone else. First though, I need to explain my situation to Amy, or at least enough so that she'll agree to help me with my quest.
We set up our easels next to each other just so it would be easier to chat and it means we can appraise the others work. Doesn't take me long to use the new bathroom though, before heading to bed, Amy follows suit, using the bathroom before getting into bed to sleep. Overall it's been a good day, and I know I have a good friend in Amy, someone who'll be around for the long haul.
Acheron Parthenopaeus (Gen 1)
Artistic, Savvy sculptor, Eccentric, Green Thumb, Perfectionist.
LTW: Descendant of Da Vinci
Career: Self-employed Painter
Supermax: Painting
Best Friends:
Black Ops: In the name of science!(not quite finished, but soon)
Investments:
Unique LTR's:
Museum pieces:
