Leuce


Name: Leuce
Age: Isn't that kinda rude to ask a tree? Especially when we all know the traditional tree age verification methods? Yeah. Try explaining to Hades that you've killed his first wife. Again.
Interests:Lots of things; keeps an eye out for Hades and Seph, mediating when the two flame up (you have to keep an eye on those seemingly passive goddesses), attempting to railroad me (and others *achemBELITachem*) into a love- life, hiding things in her branches (Hades STILL can't find his helmet of invisibility, and none of us are talking),and plotting cold- blooded chipmunk murder. After what those little bastards have done to her, not a jury in the land would convict.

Leuce's story is one of those 'Bridges of Madison County' kinda things, only with out the saccharine- vomit factor involved. She and Hades ended up putting down roots, so to speak, but only after our loverly former dryad got tired of bitch- slapping the dear boy around. She was flat out mean to him (unfortunently, this is a bit before my time, so I missed out on the opportunity to sell tickets and make t- shirts) As Leuce was keeper of the only bit of nice ground in this mold farm,thanks to Thanatos, naturally Hades figured it was his responsibility- nay, his sacred duty to attempt to shake her down for it. Having grown up with a pater who believed his only goal in life was to populate the whole WORLD, she'd had plenty of opportunities to sharpen her wits against the entire female, oceanic population (all of whom where her SISTERS! And you thought Ariel had problems!)before flipping them all the finger and splitting with a biker named Harrys, she was more than skilled in evasion. So Thanatos decided to keep her on part time, and badda- boom , she ends up with a 'mrs' tacked in front of her name. After she broke Hades in, that is. *insane laughter*

But, unfortunently, she was still mortal, it being harder to obtain god- hood in those days. Eventually, she had to die- and would have, if Hades hadn't had that that think on your feet kinda mentality. It hadn't yet been developed well. He turned her into a tree. Score one for our side. But she still has her conscience, but had evolved a bit, knowing (somehow) that she's dead. Now she's a sorta mother figure to turn to for advice if my own mommy isn't there. And she's much less stunned to think of me having sex, so this really is the best arrangement for us all. And now you know the REEEEST of the backstory. GOODDAY!
To see more of this darling's work and life (sorta) go here. Lovely stuff, that.


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