<div class="floatleft">(https://media1.popsugar-assets.com/files/thumbor/pBsG8bPwMXI4u45fpkqsuyzQGaI/fit-in/2048xorig/filters:format_auto-!!-:strip_icc-!!-/2010/11/45/3/192/1922398/e0aacbec82a41994_47288PCN_Lutz10wtmk/i/Pictures-Kellan-Lutz-Running-His-Dog.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Hercules<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>(15:10 PM), Janaury 12th 2018<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Sanctum Sanctorium/The foyer<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>As pictured, plus a backpack<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Dr. Strange, Jessica Jones<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Hercules was on a run with his dog Argo. Ever since he decided to steal some long unused weapons and armour from the Olympian vaults and live in Astoria neighborhood of Queens things had been going smoothly. He was surrounded by Greek immigrants and it was good to hear and speak his native tongue while making a life for himself.<br/><br/>In his centuries of adventuring he'd amassed a large fortune but he never equated money with status. He was happy to have a comfortable home. Stark insisted on a few improvements so the could be contacted when an emergency occured and of course he got a flying motorcycle because Stark refused to make a proper chariot but other than that everyone in his neighborhood greeted him by name and waved or invited him for dinner.<br/><br/>Today he realized that his battle raiments were awkward to carry around unless he walked around always in his nemean hide, helm, sword and shield. Sometimes you just wanted to be in shorts. So it occurred to him that his old friend Dr. Strange could help. They were both Defenders together and he found the Doctor to have some sage advice. Normally he didn't trust physicians but the Master of the Mystic Arts was an exception. It was only a twenty mile jog to the Dr's Sanctum so Argo got his workout as well. The sword, shield and helmet jangled around in the backpack but he soon got used to the noise.<br/><br/>He almost didn't make it to the Sanctum. There were many beauteous women on the street today. He knocks and enters. "Hello Stephen. It is I, Hercules." he announces himself. Normally he'd be a bit more elaborate and thrown in a few titles but he was hoping for some kind of talisman from the good doctor to be able to instantly change from street clothes and back to his fighting gear. Being a god he could see a lot more of the twisty dimensional magic that this place held. It acted almost as the Axis Mundi in many ways.