Name: Dionis, God of Wine and Revelry.

Apparent Age: Early twenties, just before irreversible decomposition sets in. Probably wouldn't get carded in an American bar.

Sex: Male, generally, mostly out of habit. He gets roofied a little less that way, not that he personally minds.

General Physical Appearance: Lanky thing. Worn out but wired, the kind of guy you expect to find at slum raves dead or comatose in the corner, but with an underlying jolt of manic energy. Light skin, a sort of pasty-pale speaking to years under blacklights, hints of freckles at his joints and neck, connect-the-dots across his ribcage. Messy hair, maybe evolved from a bowl-cut and usually in one of the less organic shades of green, spilling across his ears and forehead and tangled around his nape. Grey-green eyes, if he's sticking to tradition, pigment shaded under the generally-present glaze of sweat. His perspiration, like the rest of him, smells lightly of myrrh, and cleaner than human sweat.

Godmark: Faintly glowing skin, about the amount of luminescence you get from crap star-stickers that shine more than really glow. Slightly more dramatic under blacklight, and mostly a sickly hue of white-green. (It's actually very impressive when he's in an invertebrate form, especially underwater, but Dionis stopped doing that after cold-blooded things kept trying to eat him.)

Calling Spell: Dionis is one of the laxest of the gods. If you want him, and make it known, he'll come. If nothing else, try drunkenness. And some revelry. (Note: If for plot reasons you really need a calling spell, you can PM me, but note that your character might have a difficult time actually finding one.)

Personality: Runs between wired and wasted and high, generally riding whatever spike of energy or joy he can. Exhausted, adrenaline-high, giddy or deeply restless, Di wants to see the world shut up and play. Humans aren't necessarily built for a lifetime of revelry, but that's what Dionis is, what he wants, what he exists for and reflects. He wants to see a real human connection, wants to see people find happiness where they can - and most of all, he wants to participate. Dionis is deeply invested in humanity, enough that his form is more corporeal than most, more of an approximation of the human body with all its winding pathways and chemical reactions than just an avatar.

History: Revelry, wine, drugs - the awful carnage of revolutions and inquisitions, witch hunts and holocausts and the essential and eternal boost of finding joy through the brief elation of others. Some of it's bad because history is bad and Dionis isn't the oldest but Revelry's still been around for a while. After a time he set out to ignore the rest, the awful harsh things and set out to find his own damn world, building it up from the foundation of carnal happiness that only humans can achieve. And that's what this is. A foundation. A foundation for something better or brighter or higher or more, and even if it kills them he exists to see them happy.