Poseidon
The Tidesmith
The sea bends to my will, and so do you.
Born of the deep’s endless dark, I rose to rule its waves. My trident carves fate into the sea’s back. I’ve crushed cities beneath the tide and calmed storms with a whisper. Come to me when the waters rage — or when you wish them to.
What I'm Into: whispering storms to heel, bronze chariots of the deep, sunken thrones, the dance of dolphins, pearls plucked from silence
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