PREVIOUSLY: archive.4plebs.org/pol/search/subject/kvg/ The Holy Ohana: >Pepe: Chaos incarnate. Depicted as usual >Pele: Hawaiian goddess. Queen of volcanoes, mother of fire. Blesses the creative. Lives in Halemaumau crater where she drinks offered gin. Depicted as a tanned woman, early in middle age. Typically wearing red. Ohia lehua adorning her hair. Decided recently to grow it blonde, hoping to please her white nationalist followers. Now sports traditional tattoos. >Pelepe: Older twin. Daughter of Pele and Pepe. Deity of fire like her mother. Residing in fissures, summons the lava flow. Expanding her mother's great domain with the creation of volcanoes. Working with her sister to cause eruptions. Skin colored that of volcanic rock, as is the texture. Often covered in fissures. Like her mother, adorned with ohia lehuas, but in flowing magma hair. >Pepele: Younger twin. Daughter of Pele and Pepe. Takes after her father as a deity of water. With tsunamis in her arsenal, sends father's enemies to a murky slumber. With skin and hair made of water, boats and a hibiscus float hypnotically through her mane. >Peridot: Youngest daughter of Pele and Pepe. Taking after father's skin, taking after mother's hair. Has no powers but is very lucky to have around. >Piney: The lone pine of all salvation. Accidentally caught in the crossfire of Pelepe's attack against Ormat. Her death heralding the end times, confirming a prophecy is unfolding. Unable to leave the side of her trusty feathered pal, came back as Palmey the Palm to guide Rusty the Rooster.
The Unholy Hoa Paio: >Ormat: The jewish scientists running Puna Geothermal Venture, raping Pele of her lava. >Lord Humungus: Leader of a merciless, psychotic, selfish gang of motor marauders. Hungry for power, seeks to fuel their death machines with lava based gasoline. Stopping at nothing to take the lifeblood of the Holy Ohana's lava deities. >Slump-Chan: The Holy Ohana's endgame. The unappreciated spirit of a landmass about to snap. Mostly from the pressure of Pelepe's tense bullying. From this alone, the prophecy unravels. Through this bullied spirit, tied many souls. A prophecy of great death awaiting the California coast. All, the many, following the death of one spirit. One pushed by fire, only then to be pulled by water. Dragged to the abyss, where her eternal sleep begins. All alone on the lonely sea bed.
