Of Divinity and Distress: From Times Past

Percival Hastings had been a greedy man. Driven by money and his lust for wealth the Gods had bestowed upon him a curse. The Midas Touch better known as The Golden Touch was what was going to plague him until he sought to fix and amend his wrongdoings. He died before he could ever wash the curse away. Unknown to Chrysus, the God of Gold, that his new body had neglected his duty of fixing what had happened to him he entered the body and made it his own. It was only when he went to grasp the door handle to leave his body's old home had he learned of the misfortune he was in. Though he was capable of controlling it well enough he was still unable to rid himself of it entirely. It was fitting that he get stuck with such an ailment, but due to him being a new person in a repurposed body Chrysus was left defenseless against the curse. Though he searches for a way to rid himself of the curse, he's learned to live with it. The gold, appearing liquid when it's active crawls up his arms as if submerged in water. The glisten and shine catch the eye of anyone around when it's activated. Despite times being more modern gold still captures and demands the attention of any mortal. The metal will drip on command, tainting anything that comes into contact with it. 

Christos clutches to a flower, his golden eyes watching as it slowly immortalizes itself within his clutch. Placing the flower on his dresser is joins others, gold splattered across the dark wood from frustration. Digging deep into the wood of the desk he stares at the vanity mirror attached. Gold color had flooded his eyes, swirling around hypnotically. As his grip tightens on the desk it's covered with the metal.