Dionysus (The Bon-Vivant)
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Name
Dionysus
Also Known As
Daring Dean Devereaux
on MUX as
DeanArchetype
The Bon-VivantOccupation
DEFIER OF DEATH!Apparent Age
Late TwentiesPlayed By
Brad PittFaction Membership
Stunt Rider/Escape Artist/General Daredevil
Victorious
Panic! at the Disco
I'm like a scarf trick, it's all up the sleeve
I taste like magic, waves that swallow quick and deep
Throw the bait, catch the shark, bleed the water red
Fifty words for murder and I'm every one of them
My touch is black and poisonous
And nothing like my punch-drunk kiss
I know you need it, do you feel it?
Drink the water, drink the wine
Don't Threaten Me With A Good Time
Panic! at the Disco
Alright, alright, it's a Hell of a feeling though
It's a Hell of a feeling though
Who are these people?
I just woke up in my underwear
No liquor left on the shelf
I should probably introduce myself
You shoulda' seen what I wore
I had a cane and a party hat
I was the king of this hologram
Where there's no such thing as getting out of hand
Hallelujah
Panic! at the Disco
All you sinners stand up, sing hallelujah (hallelujah!)
Show praise with your body
Stand up, sing hallelujah (hallelujah!)
And if you can't stop shaking, lean back
Let it move right through ya (hallelujah!)
Say your prayers
Say your prayers
Say your prayers
(Hallelujah!)
Emperor's New Clothes
Panic! at the Disco
Sycophants on velvet sofas
Lavish mansions, vintage wine
I am so much more than royal
Snatch your chain and mace your eyes
If it feels good, tastes good
It must be mine
Heroes always get remembered
But you know legends never die
The Good, The Bad, and the Dirty
Panic! at the Disco
If you wanna start a fight
You better throw the first punch
Make it a good one
And if ya wanna make it through the night
You better say my name like
The good, the bad, and the dirty, oh
The good, the bad, and the dirty, oh
The good, the bad, and the dirty
One of the Drunks
Panic! at the Disco
Never dry, every day you're thirsty
Bourbon high, sip it 'til you're tipsy
Night's young, searching for a feeling
Big fun, dancing with the demons
Holy Spirit, Holy Spirit, grips you like a pistol
Wet the whistle, wet the whistle, abyss of ice crystals
Every weekend with your friends
Every weekday when it ends
Damn it's all good, I guess
High Hopes
Panic! at the Disco
Mama said, fulfill the prophecy
Be something greater, go make a legacy
Manifest destiny, back in the days
We wanted everything, wanted everything
Mama said, burn your biographies
Rewrite your history, light up your wildest dreams
Museum victories, every day
We wanted everything, wanted everything
Say Amen (Saturday Night)
Panic! at the Disco
There's nothin' that's there for me at my door
All the people I know aren't who they used to be
And if I try to change my life one more day
There would be nobody else to save
And I can't change into a person I don't wanna be, so
Oh, it's Saturday night, yeah
I pray for the wicked on the weekend
Mama, can I get another amen?
Oh, oh, it's Saturday night, yeah
Swear to God, I ain't ever gonna repent
Mama, can I get another amen?
Oh, oh, it's Saturday night, yeah
This is Gospel
Panic! at the Disco
This is gospel for the vagabonds
Ne'er-do-wells and insufferable bastards
Confessing their apostasies
Led away by imperfect impostors
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
This is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
This is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my...
Don't try to sleep through the end of the world
And bury me alive
'Cause I won't give up without a fight
Make My Cult!
It isn't that long a stay
Life is a cabaret, old chum
It's only a cabaret, old chum
And I love a cabaret!
And we still don't know. Oh, sure, there've been theories. Millions of people have died over them! And yet: millennia, and no one's pinned it down.
So fuck that. What we do know is this: we've each got, what, maybe 70, 80, 90 years? A century at the outside, and all that's if you're lucky. Might die tomorrow. Might die in ten minutes. All you're promised is one life. All you're promised is now. But that's still a hell of a promise.
Eat the cake. Drink the wine. Smell the flowers, climb the mountain, watch the sunset, blast the music, kiss that new friend, take a chance. Life's for living. Live the shit out of it until it makes you stop.
Because it will.
Today you shall party, for tomorrow you'll probably die. Live life to the fullest, enjoy every last thing you can, and always leave a fabulous corpse. The world is ending - drink up!
Role in Carnival
Coming to America
Dionysus arrived with the New Smyrna settlement in Florida, 1768; always the wanderer, he wandered to California by 1769 and inspired the first vineyard and winery out there — but the Catholic missionaries horned in and took it over, which probably did him a little damage. Still, while the priests were a problem, he made headway amongst some of the connected laypeople, who continued the slow increase of the grape and wine out there. Meanwhile he headed back across the country, and while grapes only seemed to flourish there while he was present, sugarcane did a good deal better. Mead and beer had already been folded into his repertoire over the centuries, and as his people encountered other spirits, so were they: in this case, rum.
Still, it didn't last long. By the time the settlement dissolved, Dionysus was restless in any case. He spent the next century exploring the developing country. In 1802 he was in Ohio, where the local Catawba grapes were found to make good wine; in 1820, a man in Connecticut founded the Church of Bacchus and declared himself high priest. After some pleasant time soaking up that worship, his travels took him across to Los Angeles, and for the following decades he made a bit of a circuit, building up the nascent wine industries up the West Coast, in Ohio and the Finger Lakes area, and various points throughout mainly the southern states, where the weather was kinder to the crop. His cult picked up strays as they went, as it was wont to do, American wine began to move from merely existent to actually quite good, and for a country that tended to consider itself Christian, he could have been doing a lot worse.
War was never much Dionysus's concern. Prohibition, on the other hand, was a different story. Some might expect it to have been an unalloyed disaster, and in fact it destroyed the quality (if not necessarily the quantity) of the country's wine for decades to come. But on the other hand, the spirit of the time became a more rebellious one, claiming freedom and celebration. Speakeasies, a greater fascination with mysticism, and all that bootlegging and rum-running — well, worries about the grapes aside, it wasn't too hard to maintain a little base of worship. It was also a hell of a lot of fun. By the end of the decade, he'd moved on from the exciting world of illegal production and transport (go on, let him drive) to running a small speakeasy ('The Bacchanal') with his cult in New Orleans. When the building that housed it burned down in late summer '32, he'd declared he'd been getting restless in any case, and a month or so after that, their paths crossed with the carnival's. The rest, as they say, is history. Or possibly mythology.
The God That Comes
Big Top Performer
[...the rest after I sleep, I hope.]
Sheet
Brawn: Normal | + Enduring (Positive) |
Finesse: Normal | + Escape Artist (Positive) + Daredevil (Positive) + Agile (Positive) |
Brains: Normal | - Distractible (Negative) |
Spirit: Good | + Charismatic (Positive) + Animal Ken (Positive) + Strong-Willed (Positive) - Capricious (Negative) - Hedonist (Negative) - Attention Please! (Negative) |