Personality Prometheus tries not to be horribly short with everyone, but this is a noble goal that isn’t often achieved. There’s a certain boiling resentment--I mean, really, he brought you guys fire. He crafted you with his very own hands, out of love and good intentions, and you go ahead and just let it slide that Zeus chained him to a rock where a bird ripped out his intestines daily for what was supposed to be eternity? And then not only do you let this happen, you forget about him?
Not only that, but he did not see any of you, he is looking at you, Gods and Goddesses of Olympus, not to mention minor deities, looking out for Epimetheus to see that Epimetheus did not choke on a rock or something like that. Come on. You have all dropped the ball and frankly, yes, he resents it. I mean, wouldn’t you? This really isn’t acceptable. So: resentment. It tends to show up mostly in sarcasm and snide remarks than it does in out and out ill-will, but it’s there.
He does like Hestia: Hestia gets a pass because she just generally failed to suck as hard as her brothers and sisters and their various spawn. Do not get him started on Aphrodite. God, she makes him want to strangle something. And that meathead jock, Aries, who she took up with? God. This is why he created humanity: for all their foibles, at least THEY don’t have magic powers that let them indulge some of the completely FUCK STUPID ideas they come up with.
Seethe.
History: Prometheus is a Titan, which means he predated the Gods. Which is nice and all, he created humanity, but it also means that most of his brothers and sisters killed each other and some of them got thrown into pits in Tartar, Prometheus and Epimetheus included, except that Prometheus somewhere along the line had this brilliant escape plan. Which he effected.
Then he noticed that humanity was freezing its collective ass off, so he brought fire down from Olympus, and Zeus did that whole rocks/chains/birds of prey deal, leaving Prometheus to a great deal of daily pain (and worry, because EPIMETHEUS. Epimetheus is not supposed to be left on his own. He’s a dear kid and Prometheus loves him almost more than life itself, but he’s named “After Thinking” for a reason, okay? And that reason is that he rides the Titanic SHORT BUS, you MORONS. You can’t just take Prometheus away from him. He’ll bake cookies and put fuck-all in them just because it’s shiny).
Eventually Hercules freed him, and Prometheus slipped into relative obscurity, a fact that was aided by the passage of time. Now, in NYC, Prometheus mainly tries to keep an eye out on his creations.
He would like to be a kind of modern-day Saint Nicholas, spreading grace amongst them and giving them the things they need, but unfortunately a somewhat abrasive nature and a lack of actual real magic power makes this somewhat hard to keep up with. So mostly he just wanders around and fumes.
He also works in the National Archives as a reference librarian, which allows him to destroy the preconceptions of people who think that librarians are warm and fuzzy people, and also gives him access to lots and lots of reading material. Prometheus likes to keep up on what mortals are doing in whatever part of the world he is living in this couple of centuries. They are pretty fascinating, even when they make him wish he had never made them to start with.