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About Jacob David

Legacy name: Nemesis
Real Name: Phoibe Rhamnousia
Look: Greek
Traditional clothing
Traditional costume
Simple symbol/insignia

Abilities: super strength, invincibility, flight
Legacy moves: never give up, never surrender
I know what I am

Background:
Attend to me oh muses so that I might tell story of vengeful Nemesis born of Night and Zeus, advesary of fortune and sin, and mighty goddess of balance. Long nights ago when the stars were young and Mount Olympus shone with the power of mighty Apollo and Ambrosa was plentiful in the fields I was made both in the image of Night and also of Zeus did I come to be. Although I was not of the great gods, I found place in many cities among the spurned lover and those who were turned away. I found place in war and with those seeking righteous vengence. My name was remembered and the sacrificial lamb was burnt on the fires in Attica.
I cannot tell you exactly the number of years that have passed. No longer can I go to mighty Olympus and I do not see the other gods and goddesses I once did. Perhaps it is because righteous vengence is a thing that even some can understand today that I am still fed. Still, one would expect fear of the storm to feed Zeus, or war to feed Ares? Where have they all gone? Why do they not hear my call? Where is Hermes of the swift winged foot to bring my message to my father? I long to hear their voices once more. I am but a shadow of what I was. Still I hear the voices calling out as if from far away, calling out of vengence, calling out to right the sinner or smite those not due fortune. My sword still sings in my hand. My crown still glistens with the glow of righteous fury.
That the mortals found me in Attica in Greece sitting watching tourists walk my holy grounds is no surprise. I was thinking of killing them all. I have been thinking of it for a while. What could be more righteous? Yet some small thing held me back. Perhaps it was the little child with curly hair who shook his rattle and smiled to me. Perhaps it was the old woman who brushed the hair from my face and did the old rites to honor her lost husband to robbers. That man knew how to speak to me though. He called me by my true name. "Nemesis of Righteous Fury, attend to our call." Who are they? What is it that they wish? Anyone who calls me in such a way at least deserves a moment of my attention. Besides, it will grant these tourists some prolonged mercy while I consider other things. Taking my leave from Greece and not teaching "mythology and ancient history" to young men and women will be a welcome break as well.