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color: #D76892;">EMORY</div>Unknowing to the chaos and destruction upon Olympus, Eros walked on Earth. One of the lesser known, minor gods where if he’d surely gone missing no one would notice. While Eros did have a good few connections, especially with Aphrodite and Ares, two well known gods from the twelve Olympians, he  was almost positive his parents would be too busy to notice his disappearance. And he was okay with that (at least that's what he told himself often). Besides, who’d be worried about some little blind minor god like him? <br/>
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While Eros tended to like to split his time up between Olympus, greeting and spending what time he could at his dearest mother’s side, always happy to crack a lame joke or two he picked up from his latest adventure in the mortal realm he also spent a good bit of time in a more..human form playing himself a little game of “cupid” and `“matchmaking” with the humans. His disguise as human was completely flawless in his opinion- even if he stuck out like a sore thumb if he stood in a group of humans to other gods. Eros had taken the name Emory Leopold Amor and the form of a 5’9” tall man, fluffy brown hair, and bright blue eyes that had never seen the day of light or any odd shape. Choosing a human form wasn’t the easiest at first because he could have, more than likely, had eyes that could <i>see</i> but being blind, even in god form, somehow made him who he was, so ultimately he stuck with that option.<br/>
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As of late though, he’d spent a few months, a couple years, or maybe it was more than a decade (he really wasn’t sure anymore. He’d lost track of time at this point.) mingling on Olympus with gods and goddesses that had taken up residence there and doing his work there instead of within the world of humans. Although eventually, he seemed to have grown tired of the constant bickering and jests from the gods that surrounded him and finally found himself back on earth. That was a handful of months ago even if it did seem incredibly recent. The moment he landed back on the mortal land, things definitely felt <i>off</i> with the humans, but he had brushed it off as if they were always like this so he never alerted Olympians of the virus that was taking over the mortals. <br/>
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Taking up residence in a small apartment in Madrid, Spain he’d charmed his way into owning for the short while he planned to stay on Earth, Eros found that it was much quieter than normal in the busy city. Cars were hardly rushing by nor were people walking by and chattering about something useless like normal. Yet he didn’t think it was enough to alert Olympus of the issue. Then the world fell eerily silent other than the grunts and groans of humans that were, well, no longer human. Humans that still had their sense about them were slowly thinning out and disappearing and that...that scared him. He could hardly make sense of what was going on around him with only sound and smell alone, but his gut told him it couldn’t be good. By the time Eros actually finalized in deciding he should report back to Olympus, it’d be too late.<br/>
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Pale sunlight filtered into the bedroom making patterns on the bed spread and across a sleeping form. The sun didn’t seem to bother the sleeping form, it was more so the crash that sounded as if it came from the outside of the bedroom window. The messy haired brunette jolted upright, frozen in that position for what seemed like a long, drawn out pause before he finally lifted his hands and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. With little to much thought he moved the bed covers off his legs and swung them over the side of the bed and stood, a shiver running through his body as bare skin met cool air. Shuffling now towards the window, he pushed back a curtain and pressed a palm to the glass and paused again. Silence.<br/>
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Eros, or Emory as he insisted in the human world, let out a heavy sigh before turning away from the window as he slowly made his way out of the bedroom while using the walls and other tall, sturdier objects to guide him out of the room. The apartment was fairly small which he really didn’t mind, especially with the fact there wasn’t much to run into, but at the same time it felt cramped and uncomfortable, especially when you had spent days inside. Today was the day he decided he would attempt to make his way back to Olympus.<br/>
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While shuffling into the kitchen, Emory blindly rummaged through the cabinets attempting to find anything to snack on while he got ready to be on his way. Alas a hand landed on a granola bar laying by itself in a cabinet and he immediately snatched it up before wandering his way back to the bedroom. The only sounds echoing through the apartment were the brunette’s bare feet hitting the wood floor and the creaks and slams of draws and doors opening and closing.<br/>
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Slipping out of the apartment surprisingly silently with a white cane in hand in order to help him direct himself properly. The elevator had been out of service for weeks as the electricity had gone out since then, so he’d have to brave the steps. By the time he made his way down the steps, a dizzy spell suddenly fell over him, causing the god to pause, leaning against the stairway’s railing while attempting to catch his breath. Ultimately as soon as the dizzy spell came, it went. Eros straightened while his brows furrowed in confusion. He didn’t feel the same one bit. <b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#d76892">”What in the-”</span></b> He mumbled before he was cut off by footsteps somewhere to his left.<br/>
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He turned quickly, shifting the cane into his closed fist. It wasn’t the footsteps of the odd, rapid humans; they were definitely more human if anything. Still though, Eros couldn’t be so trusting. The brunette swallowed thickly and shuffled forward nervously. <b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#d76892">”Speak,”</span></b> He spoke, trying to hold back any anxiety he felt from leaking into his voice.<br/>
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