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Character:
Deity Name: Charity
Pantheon: Christian
Current Alias: Charissa
Apparent Age: 35
Occupation: If applicable.
Personality: A friendly, peaceful deity, Charity possesses an innate sense of selflessness and delights in helping others any way she can. While seldom seen in fits of rage or self-pity, she struggles nonetheless with balancing her love for mankind and her basic needs. Conversation and laughter are essential to the goddess, and it is not unknown for Charity to dance and sing along with her enthusiasts (although these occurrences wane significantly as her prime passes).
Sewing and cooking are among Charity's varied interests. Exuding a maternal warmth, she adores children and is amiable company. Soothing worries and solving troubles are among the goddess' strengths, and she trusts easily. Seemingly chaste in speech and actions, Chastity has a surprisingly bawdy sense of humor.
Selfish and hot-tempered beings occupy the top positions on the deity's short list of annoyances. Almost infinitely patient with those she counsels, Chastity's temper with other, more selfish deities burns hot and fast (and temporary - Chastity forgives quickly and finds herself in the same arguments multiple times because of this trait).
Chastity fears fading into complete obscurity. The rising attitude of apathy she encounters troubles her, and she is prone to brief bouts of depression as the compassion and love she thrives on steadily fade.
History: Charity is the greatest of the three theological virtues (faith, hope and charity/love). Used interchangeably with the word 'love', charity refers to the love of both humankind and oneself in addition to generosity and selflessness.
Charity thrived when the Puritans arrived in North America, bringing their strong faith with them. Growing stronger as the Puritan civilization grew, Charity enjoyed several centuries as a celebrated deity. Although her name is used as the namesake for many modern organizations and ideas, the true definition of her teachings has been diluted and corrupted. Charity slowly fades as the apathy of America rises.
Today, Charity - known as Charissa to the mortals she encounters - counsels troubled youth (as well as the occasional adult) and spends much of her time either working with those she counsels or volunteering at various nonprofit organizations. Her contact with the New Gods has been extremely limited, although she views most of them as selfish and equates them with the downfall of the virtues she holds so dear.
PB: Rich mahogany hair haphazardly frames Charity's soft feminine face. Kind brown eyes wreathed by wrinkles reign over a full mouth, and pale ivory skin glows with health. A long, thin nose gives her face an air of nobility while her quick, wide smile quickly dismisses such a notion. Charity clothes her lithe frame in long, sensible dresses with matching slippers and wears no jewelry. Her hands, so often holding children or helping others, show creases and callouses. The goddess presents a picture of faded beauty - a kind-looking woman possessing but a trace of her former distinction.
Image Link: 
Teri Hatcher
Journal: charite.insanejournal.com
Sample Post: This is a post from another forum - I am the Goddess of Nature. I wasn't sure if the sample post was meant to be one with Charity or just any post illustrating my writing style - if this is not acceptable, I am more than happy to change it =) Thank you!
The wolf whined, stopping abruptly and staring at her human companion, white fur bright in the hazy light that tricked through their surroundings. The tall woman walking at the animal's side was lost in thought, eyes clouded and serene. Her willowy figure continued its steady movement forward for several paces before she realized her animal cohort was no longer with her. Shaking her head slightly, the woman attempted to pull herself into the present. She let a soft sigh escape her lips, then turned around and walked back to the large female wolf currently eyeing her with a mixture of curiosity and reproach.
"Why have you stopped? Do not be foolish, you know we have quite a way to go yet." Mind swirling with what seemed to be a never-ending flow of thoughts, her words were unnaturally harsh and Maliha sighed when she heard the surprised chatter ripple through the surrounding nature. The normally peaceful deity inhaled deeply as she knelt next to the wolf. She tried to convey her urgency to the intelligent animal, her slender fingers burying themselves in the creature's fur. Maliha knew she hadn't fully explained the importance of this trip to Dafina, but that was only because she wasn't entirely sure herself why she felt so compelled to make it. The animal seemed content with her goddess’ explanation and relaxed her tense stance.
Continuing forward once more, Maliha's mind quickly turned to the reason for her travels - the White Lady. The rumors of a benevolent apparition appearing in Aélyca had reached her only a few days ago, and the lack of myth behind the spirit intrigued Maliha - it was as though she had simply appeared from nowhere one day. Something deep within her called the goddess to search for the White Lady - if this spirit was somehow connected to the earth even though she should have passed on, Maliha needed to help her. The delicate balance of Nature must be kept steady.
The Meadowsong Abbey Ruins.
The crumbling structure was breathtaking, and Maliha paused a moment before walking to what must once have been the main doorway. About to enter, the whiney of a horse caught her attention and she started in surprise to see the Lord of Life's mount at the building. Maliha turned to the structure with renewed interest. Was the deity of Life himself concerned with the White Lady? Another, more logical thought nagged at Maliha. What if Sinadryn was at the ruins for some other reason entirely and she was disturbing his peace? She hesitated, debating whether or not to simply return to her temple. The concern she had for nature’s balance, however, won over her doubts, and she slowly entered the ancient space. Darkness and light played together in the room - dark, black shadows lying next to bright rays of light, and her fellow deity's presence was pushed to the back of Maliha’s mind as she observed the extraordinary space. Nature was slowly creeping through the old building, and the goddess laid her long hand on one of the walls. The silence was pervasive and helped focus her senses and thoughts. The memory of death was strong, but the stirring of life was perhaps even stronger.
The old wood creaked, and Maliha watched dust tumble through the streaks of light. Her bright eyes turned skyward, and a small smile curved her lips as she started for the staircase.
"Sinadryn."
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