Divinus: The Deity Role Play

[ActRaiser]

Before you is a large, barren rock, devoid of water. No life, but there's plenty of rock. Ultima, Fate, A man in black hooded robes, and others are all there, overseeing the barren place, seemingly doing nothing. Eventually, you, the gods, come into being. The gods of many things. Eventually, you are all formed in the universe, and float above it in a vast land where the Ultima and the rest look to you with eager eyes. "You are born." Ultima states with pleasure in his voice.

This is the OOC:http://roleplayerguild.com/showthrea...ole-Play/page5

[Kho]

A strange voice does whisper in the heads, in the minds, it says strange things, great things, it speaks of what's to come and what has been, and what does happen now. It speaks, and as it speaks, all listen.

"Let the worlds be witness, let them cry out in joy and fear, in happiness and misery, for you have arrived in this world, you have now set your entity and being into this world, you have come into existence.
No.
You have always existed. You have always been here, waiting, you , Vowzra, the Master of Space, the Lord of Time, have ascended, you have taken your rightful place in this new world, as was your destiny, your fate."


Vowzra

Weightlessness. Floating in the nothingness. Vowzra slowly allowed himself to see, allowed himself to feel and sense, allowed his innate power to spread around and know all, allowed for his omniscience and omnipotence to pervade the fabric of this new world.
He saw.
A barren land, devoid of life. Creatures of power floated around it, greater power than Vowzra knew to exist, power as great as a gods, if not greater. What were these things which hung there, as if they were part of the scenery, yet around them was an aura of such might and glory, so much that they could not be ignored, that nothing but them could truly be looked at. Vowzra knew who this was instantly, it was part of godliness to know these little things. The one called Ultima spoke.
"You are born" it said, the pleasure in its voice so overwhelming that the usually serene and emotionless Vowzra felt a strange euphoric happiness rise up in him. He tried to remove the strange emotion, tried to uproot it and chuck it away, but no matter how he tried, he could not, he could not overwhelm the happiness of this Ultima and bind it to his own serene, disdainful will, so Vowzra beared with it. He slowly floated outwards, in a gaseous state, slowly taking form, first a wooden hand emerged from the smoke of creation, then a wooden head, and a body followed close behind, until an old man, made of wood with leaves for hair and bark for skin floated before the Ultima. For a while he looked at Ultima, then at the other creatures, knowing with a certainty that one of them was fate, that thing which he knew he would have much time to know, and to know well, for fate and time were interlinked and related, for a future could not exist without fate, and there could be no fate without time, and Vowzra...was the lord of time.
Vowzra looked at the man in black hooded robes, but his godly omniscience could not inform him of who this was, or any of the others. It was a strange feeling, not to be able to know what this creature was when he willed himself to know. He did not ask though, a god did not ask, especially one so proud and patient as Vowzra, he knew however, his godly senses told him, that neither pride or patience should stand between him and asking this Ultima what was going on, what this world was and what had happened.

"Mighty Ultima, noble Fate" he said in a loud, deep commanding voice, "and those here whom I know not" he swept his eyes over the others briefly, "do pardon me for my curiosity, but what is this place" he swept his arms around himself, the endless spaces, the barren rock, "why have we..." he knew there were more like him, he could sense them even if he couldn't see them, some were here, others still on the way, "why have we been brought to this place?" he looked at Ultima, another question burning in his mind. One he did not say out loud, what exactly, who exactly was this Ultima, and who were these others? This Fate and this hooded creature and those who had not revealed themselves? What part did they all play in this?
He looked up at Ultima expectantly. Vowzra, the god who knew all, who never asked questions, was waiting for an answer.

[simian]

"Why have we been brought to this place?" Vowzra said.

Loco released an energetic roar, "Yeaa-Ahh! Woo!" interrupting his brother. His existence, in an attempt to mimic the barren rock took 'physical' form. The humanoid shape Loco had settled on seemed to jitter with anticipation, Like a child seeking attention. Bottling up intense feelings and urges he couldn't name or explain, Loco understood so little about his existence he didn't think to consider why he was given life to begin with. The sole emotion he felt most secure with was celebratory joy and so springing into action and without even addressing his peers, Loco (Using His Free Action) crafted mankind in his image. A million primitive, simpleminded and underdeveloped humanoid creatures oozed from the palms of Loco's hands and onto the barren rock where they sat redundant and confused. The impatient god had created life.

Loco broke into a fit of laughter, "Oh, Yea-Ahh!" he cried again. Wide eyed, he waited for the miniscule creatures to join him in laughter but they appeared unable to sense his presence. Saddened, Loco turned to the supreme beings and glumly asked, "Why don't they rejoice?" blissfully unaware he was getting ahead of himself.

[SecretWonders]

Kahwe was able to see, feel, hear, sense, touch, smell, taste, and so many other things in all overwhelming, go. She felt herself overwhelmed greatly, then the next she was calm and collected. "You are born," she watched Ultima say. The pleasure resonated in the air and obviously affected every entity. "Mighty Ultima, noble Fate," began when she heard from somewhere a woot. Someone yelling in joy. Her eyes slowly scanning the area she saw the wooter, a man with white, gray, and black skin. Lots of metal poked in and out of his skin. She could hear the other God speaking and finishing his thoughts. Once he finished she closed her eyes, feeling the weightlessness, letting the feeling envelope her. Slowly, her eyes opened, but their gaze stayed down. Down below her, where there was rock. So much, dead, lonely rock.

Something in her told her it was time to pay attention, so she slowly looked back up towards Ultima and the rest. Her legs began moving on their own, she walked slowly but with purpose. Her head held high, the Goddess slinked through the crowd in a bright, white feathery shape. Once her legs finished she stood a bit behind the God who had spoke, the other behind her. "Surely, you learned in the moment you came into being?" She meant no harm by the question, it was just pure curiosity that struck her to ask the question. "We shall bring life, for what we were given, we must give, as well?" She looked up at Ultima, her dark eyes thoughtful. She held her gaze there on him. 'Ah, how long will it take? To bring life to these realms? What will Ultima and Fate share with us?' Her head tilted itself to the side as she thought.

[MerelyaSoul]

Uthan felt his entire being just came into self-aware existence, his form formed from the rainbow energy that mimicked the cosmos. Everything came at him at once as he finally opened his eyes to show that weird energy. Sounds were heard as it took him a while to recognize that these were words which didn’t really interest him. Why did he feel like these words weren’t interesting? For that Matter, Who and what was he? Inside his own mind, he felt that his name was Uthanirdael and that he was something called a god whose domain was fantasy. Drawing back his attention to the events before him, those eyes of his gazed upon the other beings but focused on the latest person to speak. Her name came to him as Kahwe, the goddess of Foresight.

“Why do you need to ask if you guys already know it?” The bored god yawned, he knew he was some distance from the group. This felt natural to him, to separate himself from this group like he didn’t belong with them. “I just have a single question for Ultima and Fate. Do I have to be here for this because I rather want to find something else to do? Maybe find some other life to watch since I can already feel how boring this group of life is.”

[McFazzer]

Coming into existence to Daltoren was like coming up from a deep ocean and taking a deep breath, without realising you were underwater. It was an assault on the senses and shook Daltoren to his core. He took his form and understood. Understood that without change there would be stagnation. That he had Dominion over Change and it was his purpose. With that purpose came a compulsion to change and as such, altered the formation of his right eye from liquid to glass.

Almost as if a switch was flicked Daltoren could hear others. Turning toward the sound Daltoren spied the others, a sense of kin resounded with him, but beyond being similar in what made them he didn't feel much similarity. They were all too still and unchanging, everything was and it felt wrong. Hoping they would understand Daltoren made his way over and said
"Everything feels still and wrong. I want it to stop, or start, it's hard to tell... it all moves so little. It needs to Change" worry lines creased his brow and his eye took in each other in turn, finally settling on Ultima.

[Black Bob]

"You are born", words said that bring an everlasting image of a child taking it's first breath in the world. A beautiful moment to say the least, but for Gangcheol it was the exact opposite. Gangcheol seemed to slip into the material world almost instantly, he was nothing but a colossal cluster of stone drifting through space. He tumbled toward another rock in the material universe, one that others looked upon ready to leave their marks. Gangcheol knew what he was without having to think twice, though even that was not enough to stop the giant's descent upon the planet. As he drifted closer to the planet, so did his speed pick up. His landing was less than soft and he bulldozed the virgin ground, leaving craters and great canyons in his wake. He was no longer in his "travel" form and he uncurled himself, standing a colossus on the planet. He observed his surroundings, nothing had been built yet save a few primitive forms of life. He then looked upon the skies and saw the others who came before him.

"Those above and not on the ground! Would I call you friend or foe?"

Gangcheol the moving mountain, stood stalwart after his statement and prepared for whatever was to come in reply.

[Rtron]

Veztec went into existence. He didn't have time to marvel at it for far to many interesting things were happening. The most interesting was the attempt at life by a god. Veztec simply let his chaotic nature decide his form. Resulting in an interesting set up. He turned his gaze to the miniscule creatures. Hehehehe, let's do a little experiment shall we? Veztec thought, his mask flashing red. He gestured at the ground near the miniscule people. Roughly a million creatures that copied the others came into being, little shadow rain dropping from his hands and landing on the ground, taking form. They copied the creatures in much the same way. Except that their arms ended in spikes, their red eyes blazed with unrestrained blood lust and a need for violence, and their mouths were two rows full of fangs.

The looked around for a few moments before settling their eyes upon the other creatures inhabiting the land. Then, with a collective blood lust filled cry, they charged. Veztec was distracted by the slaughter and screams by a colossus asking him if he was friend or foe. His mask flashed a series of dark colors, the numbers 666 going across it before returning to its normal chaotic state.

"Well, that is up to you my friend!" Veztec said. "You can either decide to make me your enemy, or I can make you my enemy!" Veztec cackled at the end before suddenly stopping and saying "Or you can ignore me utterly and we can remain neutrals. "His voice dead serious." Then he looked down at the slaughter he had created, cackled with glee for a few moments before stopping and shaking as if with anger "YOU FOOLS! THAT WAS NOT WHAT YOU WERE DESIGNED FOR!" He bellowed, and gestured, the creatures stopped eating and slaying the other inhabitants, and began fighting each other, as if they were the only food source on the planet. Veztec turned quite calmy to the rest of the group "So, shall we begin with introductions?" He asked, as if he hadn't just started a primitive civil war.

[ActRaiser]

((I will be posting my first IC post tomorrow. It's 10:23 here and the day has been hectic. Don't worry, I have not abandoned this))

[ActRaiser]

"You are born", words said that bring an everlasting image of a child taking it's first breath in the world. A beautiful moment to say the least, but for Gangcheol it was the exact opposite. Gangcheol seemed to slip into the material world almost instantly, he was nothing but a colossal cluster of stone drifting through space. He tumbled toward another rock in the material universe, one that others looked upon ready to leave their marks. Gangcheol knew what he was without having to think twice, though even that was not enough to stop the giant's descent upon the planet. As he drifted closer to the planet, so did his speed pick up. His landing was less than soft and he bulldozed the virgin ground, leaving craters and great canyons in his wake. He was no longer in his "travel" form and he uncurled himself, standing a colossus on the planet. He observed his surroundings, nothing had been built yet save a few primitive forms of life. He then looked upon the skies and saw the others who came before him.

"Those above and not on the ground! Would I call you friend or foe?"

Gangcheol the moving mountain, stood stalwart after his statement and prepared for whatever was to come in reply.

"Friend. . . "

Uthan felt his entire being just came into self-aware existence, his form formed from the rainbow energy that mimicked the cosmos. Everything came at him at once as he finally opened his eyes to show that weird energy. Sounds were heard as it took him a while to recognize that these were words which didn’t really interest him. Why did he feel like these words weren’t interesting? For that Matter, Who and what was he? Inside his own mind, he felt that his name was Uthanirdael and that he was something called a god whose domain was fantasy. Drawing back his attention to the events before him, those eyes of his gazed upon the other beings but focused on the latest person to speak. Her name came to him as Kahwe, the goddess of Foresight.

“Why do you need to ask if you guys already know it?” The bored god yawned, he knew he was some distance from the group. This felt natural to him, to separate himself from this group like he didn’t belong with them. “I just have a single question for Ultima and Fate. Do I have to be here for this because I rather want to find something else to do? Maybe find some other life to watch since I can already feel how boring this group of life is.”

Listen. . . " They say ominiously.

Kahwe was able to see, feel, hear, sense, touch, smell, taste, and so many other things in all overwhelming, go. She felt herself overwhelmed greatly, then the next she was calm and collected. "You are born," she watched Ultima say. The pleasure resonated in the air and obviously affected every entity. "Mighty Ultima, noble Fate," began when she heard from somewhere a woot. Someone yelling in joy. Her eyes slowly scanning the area she saw the wooter, a man with white, gray, and black skin. Lots of metal poked in and out of his skin. She could hear the other God speaking and finishing his thoughts. Once he finished she closed her eyes, feeling the weightlessness, letting the feeling envelope her. Slowly, her eyes opened, but their gaze stayed down. Down below her, where there was rock. So much, dead, lonely rock.

Something in her told her it was time to pay attention, so she slowly looked back up towards Ultima and the rest. Her legs began moving on their own, she walked slowly but with purpose. Her head held high, the Goddess slinked through the crowd in a bright, white feathery shape. Once her legs finished she stood a bit behind the God who had spoke, the other behind her. "Surely, you learned in the moment you came into being?" She meant no harm by the question, it was just pure curiosity that struck her to ask the question. "We shall bring life, for what we were given, we must give, as well?" She looked up at Ultima, her dark eyes thoughtful. She held her gaze there on him. 'Ah, how long will it take? To bring life to these realms? What will Ultima and Fate share with us?' Her head tilted itself to the side as she thought.

"It will take as long as it takes. Though it may take not long with our help."

"Why have we been brought to this place?" Vowzra said.

Loco released an energetic roar, "Yeaa-Ahh! Woo!" interrupting his brother. His existence, in an attempt to mimic the barren rock took 'physical' form. The humanoid shape Loco had settled on seemed to jitter with anticipation, Like a child seeking attention. Bottling up intense feelings and urges he couldn't name or explain, Loco understood so little about his existence he didn't think to consider why he was given life to begin with. The sole emotion he felt most secure with was celebratory joy and so springing into action and without even addressing his peers, Loco (Using His Free Action) crafted mankind in his image. A million primitive, simpleminded and underdeveloped humanoid creatures oozed from the palms of Loco's hands and onto the barren rock where they sat redundant and confused. The impatient god had created life.

Loco broke into a fit of laughter, "Oh, Yea-Ahh!" he cried again. Wide eyed, he waited for the miniscule creatures to join him in laughter but they appeared unable to sense his presence. Saddened, Loco turned to the supreme beings and glumly asked, "Why don't they rejoice?" blissfully unaware he was getting ahead of himself.

"You have came here to be the stewards of this empty realm. We once were, now no longer."

A strange voice does whisper in the heads, in the minds, it says strange things, great things, it speaks of what's to come and what has been, and what does happen now. It speaks, and as it speaks, all listen.

"Let the worlds be witness, let them cry out in joy and fear, in happiness and misery, for you have arrived in this world, you have now set your entity and being into this world, you have come into existence.
No.
You have always existed. You have always been here, waiting, you , Vowzra, the Master of Space, the Lord of Time, have ascended, you have taken your rightful place in this new world, as was your destiny, your fate."


Vowzra

Weightlessness. Floating in the nothingness. Vowzra slowly allowed himself to see, allowed himself to feel and sense, allowed his innate power to spread around and know all, allowed for his omniscience and omnipotence to pervade the fabric of this new world.
He saw.
A barren land, devoid of life. Creatures of power floated around it, greater power than Vowzra knew to exist, power as great as a gods, if not greater. What were these things which hung there, as if they were part of the scenery, yet around them was an aura of such might and glory, so much that they could not be ignored, that nothing but them could truly be looked at. Vowzra knew who this was instantly, it was part of godliness to know these little things. The one called Ultima spoke.
"You are born" it said, the pleasure in its voice so overwhelming that the usually serene and emotionless Vowzra felt a strange euphoric happiness rise up in him. He tried to remove the strange emotion, tried to uproot it and chuck it away, but no matter how he tried, he could not, he could not overwhelm the happiness of this Ultima and bind it to his own serene, disdainful will, so Vowzra beared with it. He slowly floated outwards, in a gaseous state, slowly taking form, first a wooden hand emerged from the smoke of creation, then a wooden head, and a body followed close behind, until an old man, made of wood with leaves for hair and bark for skin floated before the Ultima. For a while he looked at Ultima, then at the other creatures, knowing with a certainty that one of them was fate, that thing which he knew he would have much time to know, and to know well, for fate and time were interlinked and related, for a future could not exist without fate, and there could be no fate without time, and Vowzra...was the lord of time.
Vowzra looked at the man in black hooded robes, but his godly omniscience could not inform him of who this was, or any of the others. It was a strange feeling, not to be able to know what this creature was when he willed himself to know. He did not ask though, a god did not ask, especially one so proud and patient as Vowzra, he knew however, his godly senses told him, that neither pride or patience should stand between him and asking this Ultima what was going on, what this world was and what had happened.

"Mighty Ultima, noble Fate" he said in a loud, deep commanding voice, "and those here whom I know not" he swept his eyes over the others briefly, "do pardon me for my curiosity, but what is this place" he swept his arms around himself, the endless spaces, the barren rock, "why have we..." he knew there were more like him, he could sense them even if he couldn't see them, some were here, others still on the way, "why have we been brought to this place?" he looked at Ultima, another question burning in his mind. One he did not say out loud, what exactly, who exactly was this Ultima, and who were these others? This Fate and this hooded creature and those who had not revealed themselves? What part did they all play in this?
He looked up at Ultima expectantly. Vowzra, the god who knew all, who never asked questions, was waiting for an answer.

"This is to be your home. You will spread your essence throughout the realm and make it your own. We once were here, and now we are not. Yet you are."

Ultima stood in front of the others and spoke. "This place is your home, as we have said. You are. . .awakened."
"You have come here to build, to fortify, to fight, to have peace, to wreak evil and havoc, or to birth bliss and harmony."
He continued. "Though there are many others outside the Realm. Some will be your enemies. You will gain great great strength over time, or you will die fighting against the Outsiders. Beware the Outsiders. You may come here to seek our aid over time. Beware, life as gods will have many trials, but also look forward. Life as gods have many great rewards."

"Oh, one last thing. There are some among us here, among your elders, that are more dangerous than Outsiders. We cannot wipe them away."