Name: Krix Mardus

Age: Mid-thirties

Sex: Male

Appearance: 2 meters tall with the build of a blacksmith, and weighing in at over 100kg. Thick slabs of muscle coat his entire frame and are accented by a myriad showing of scars, giving ample evidence of the labors he has completed in his long life thus far. He keeps his dark hair shaved and more often than not his torso bare, save for the chains encircling it. Overall, he has the appearance of a brute and a bully, though he is generally anything but.

Powers:
As the champion of the god of sculptors, metals, and volcanoes, Krix possesses an inherent ability to generate and manipulate the primal elements of earth and fire. This affinity grants him a high resistance to damage from flames or heat, and aids him in the practice of his chosen profession as a craftsman and warrior. He has also been gifted with potent physical boons thanks to his many centuries of service, rendering his skin as tough as hardened leather, his muscles strong enough to lift one tonne, and his bones hard enough to withstand the high speed impact of a "car". He can move with sufficient speed to outpace even the fastest horses by double, and react in sufficient time to avoid even the projectiles known to modern man as "bullets", given sufficient space (10 meters or more). He can heal from even severe wounds in hours or days, rather than weeks or months, and even the power of his senses is not to be underestimated. He can see minute details in near total darkness with perfect clarity, determine the properties of a material by their sound alone, smell the composition of an alloy from a dozen meters, and count the threads in fabric by touch. His endurance is likewise phenomenal, and he has been known to remain at the forge for weeks at a time without sleep, food, or rest.

Skills:
Krix is a master craftsman, able to forge any mundane weapon or armor with ten times the speed and skill of any mortal, rendering his creations far superior to even those of man's machines and technology. While his skill is still inferior to that of his patron in the making of weapons and armor of a more divine and magical nature, there are few even among the immortals who can match him in this regard. In addition to his skill as a smith and craftsman, he has often been called upon to fight his patron's battles on the mortal plane, serving as his proxy in the great tournaments the gods use to decide the fate of their schemes. In the course of his centuries of service, he has become a highly skilled and exceptionally potent warrior, in addition to his skill at the forge.

Weaponry:
Hammer - With a half meter handle and a ten pound head, this hammer was forged by Hephaestus himself and given to Krix as a reward for his dedicated service. While its primary purpose is to be used in the forge, it also possesses several properties that make it ideal for use in combat. Foremost among those properties is the ability to dispel and reinforce enchantments and magical energies, as well as redouble the efforts of its wielder tenfold. When used to create, it will fortify any enchantment put on the item and cause every strike to land true, and when used to destroy, it will cause ten times the normal damage of such a strike to magical barriers and crafted items, though living flesh will suffer only the force of the blow itself. No one save those chosen by Hephaestus can wield this hammer.

Chains - When he is called away from the forge and summoned to do battle, Krix will often wrap his torso and arms in chains forged from the ore of a meteorite and blessed by his god. These chains are resistant to magical tampering, and several orders of magnitude more durable than even the strongest of steel. They also seem to be able to grow longer and shorter at will, though whether this last capability is due to Krix's powers with earth or inherent in the chains themselves is unknown.

Greatsword - A sword sized for Krix, the blade alone is just over a meter long, and the handle just shy of a third of that length. This blade is carried on his back when going to battle, and is forged after the fashion of a leaf (similar to glamdring). It has been blessed by Hephaestus to remain always sharp and unbroken, and has the uncanny ability to disperse focused magical assaults, as well as protect the hand and arm of them that wield it.

Shortsword - Short in name only, the leaf-blade of this weapon is two-thirds of a meter in length, and it is worn over the same shoulder as the greatsword. In addition to the blessings of resilience and toughness, this blade also possesses the ability to harm those beings that would normally be immune to physical damage, such as ghosts, wraiths, and various other forms of spirits and undead, as well as defend against their attacks.

Name: Hephaestus

Sex: Male

Appearance:


Domains: Blacksmiths, Craftsmen, Artisans, Sculptors, Metals, Metallurgy, Fire and Volcanoes.

Alignment: Neutral

History:
Krix was born in a small village in greece, less than a week's journey from the city of Athens, and even from a young age he displayed an innate talent for the crafting arts, so much so that this talent caught the eye of one of the gods. As the god of crafting, smithing, and metals, Hephaestus took a special interest in those mortals who showed particular promise in those fields, and even among the gifted Krix stood out as special. Slowly but surely, his favor with the smithing god grew as he continued to pursue his chosen occupation, growing so great even that he was gifted with immortality, so that his talent might not be snuffed out of the world. Even then, he rose to greater heights in skill and power as he quickly became one of Hephaestus' favored sons, those both mortal and immortal who had shown particularly great skill to their patron and been rewarded for it.

For Krix, this favor meant an innate ability to shape and alter the materials with which he worked, as well as a resistance to and control over the heat and flames required for the process. Additionally, his strength was enhanced to allow greater blows and stronger creations, his speed to better utilize the long hours at the forge, and his senses to more correctly discern the properties of the materials he used and how to treat them. It was not until several centuries after the forge god first took notice of him that Krix was called to serve outside his workshop, in order to defend his patron's position in the heavens against those champions who would dare to oppose it. Despite his meager amount of traditional combat training, his brute strength, durability, and powers with earth and fire made him well-suited to the new environment, and he soundly defeated the first dozen challengers.

It was not long though before he came to realize how greatly their skill outmatched his own, and so he took it upon himself to seek more formal training in the ways of combat and learn what he could before next he was called. While his skill in combat would never reach the level of his skill at the forge, he nevertheless became an even more formidable combatant as his training progressed alongside his work. When next it became time to defend the position of his god, the opponents he faced were far superior to those he had defeated the first time, yet his training paid off. He won the battles against all but three of his opponents, and those defeats only spurred him on to train harder.

So he did, until the next time he was summoned to battle, then again until the next, and again until the next, all the while adapting and training to become the best among those favored by Hephaestus. He may not have understood the reasons for the contests, but he had been given great gifts by his god and he would do his utmost to repay that dept.

Other:
To be determined.

In the begining of time, there were 3 beings: A Lustrous Golden Wing Lizard, a mysterious and undefined divine entity, and a collection of dense energy, so powerfull that from its life, anything was possible. These 3 beings worked together to creat everything as we know it. The golden lizard created the elements as we know them, and planets for the elements to domain over. The divine entity made civilized life, an gave it law. And the accumulation of energy made all things feral, and gave birth to the first stars. The beings were proud of their work, and named each other. The lizard became dragon, the divine became god, and the bein of energy... Well they just called him an energy being, for no singular word was fit to describe him.

Eventually, they began working together to see what they could create. The dragon worked with the energy being to create magic, then it worked with the god to create knowledge, and all the animals that did not exist prior. Then the god and the energy being took crystals from tje dragons earth, and gave it energy and life, creating a race o people, made of pure crystals. The gods favored this creation for its beauty, and granted them eternal life. Eons passed and all the races, even the original 3 grew and ecane prosperous.

Eternities passed in peace, however, the energy beings grew jellous of the crystopians, for they recieved the attention of the gods, whom no longer had time for energy beings. Jellousy boiled slowly, and from it was created a new entity: Hate. Hate wanted to be part of the creators group, and thus he created war. War wa then given as a gift to energy beings, who used it against crystopianz, in attempt to wrestle back their friendship with the gods. The crystopians had grown strong though, an thus, the war lasted many long generations, bringing massive cassualties to each side. This is where the real stories begin.

Amidst the havoc of war, in an energy being city, a mother, recently widowed, cast out her only son, and fled. The son grew alone, but survived due to witts and strength. The son was different from the energy beings, for his glow was of orange color, not blue or pink, like everyone else. He was looked down upon, and given the lowly jobs that other energy beings didnt want. When he came of age, he enlisted in the army, to fight the crystopians, but he was instead assigned guard duty.

Whilst on guard duty, the strange energy being, now called "G'hrod" or "exiled one" in his tounge, met a beautifull young energy being. She was the princess. The two fel in love, an shared stories of how they would spend their immortal eternities when alas the war was up. The king learnt of their love and forbid it. Ghrod was ordered to the frontlines to die, and the orincess was hidden far away from him. G'hrod fought upon the frontlines for over a century, but never died, for his love kept him alive.

One day the palace came under attack, and Ghrod rushed in to protect it. Outnumbered at least 10 to one, the energy beings fought bravely, yet the palace fell. G'hrod had saved the princess however. He could not bear to see her in such danger, so they fled their home on kagoria, and took shelter in space. There, they wed and shared a honey moon, but never bed. Ghrod insisted that they wait until the war was over, so that he may recieve the king's propper blessing. And so they waited many years.

During these years, the crystopians had struck a deal with the original divine being. The entirety of the race would worship them, in exchange for a champion, whom might not only win the war, but punish the energy beings for their hate. And so "Truest" came to be. He weilded a longsword of almight crystal, and one by one slew each energy being before him. Such was his talent and power, that within a few short years, every energy being had been slain accept for 3. The original, Ghrod, and his princess. The original surrendered, an was executed by truest.

Ghrod and his princess returned home to terror. Not a single survivor had escaped truest's wrath. This churned Ghrod into a rage filled frenzy. Into his body he took the entity of hate, and the spirit of te original energy being. Then he flew unto the crystopian palace, and slew each crystopian before him. This continued until there was only one: Truest. The two locked into a fierce combat that lasted many a year, where neither side gained advantage, but only retreated to rest shortly.

One night, whilst resting, the princess found Ghrod, and aproached him to comfort him, and to end his rage. And so he was calmed. Truest felt a change, and attacked Ghrod whilst he slept, killing him before he could draw arms. The princess was the last of her race, and truest the last of hers. They parted ways, and many centuries later, found each other again and fell in love.

They had but one child, and upon his birth, to their astonishment, was an orange energy being, with crystal skin, and in their eyes, was the purified embodiment of hate. At birth, he slew his father with the sword use to slay Ghrod, and watched his mother die of heartbreak. This last being, representative of both races, cast himself into space, for eternal slumber, casting the legacy of his people everywhere he went.

Name: G'hrod

Sex: Male

Apearance: Though his race has been known to take many shapes and forms, Ghrod was believe to stand upright like a human. He was a glowing orange mass of energy, with brown "bones" floating amidst the mass. He was most defined by his 2 sets of wings, each made several hundreds of neigh indestructable stones, and his 8 tails, which were said to reach several dozen feet, and could not be stopped once they built momentum. He also had massive claws, 4 per hand, said to be sharp and strong enough ti cut through even the thick diamond skin of an crystopian. His jaws bore quarter inch wide, barbed teeth, and enough force behind each to chew steel like cotton candy. He was, despite these manacing features, noted for being rather short, and extremely light weight, contradictory to his incredible strength.

Domain: Ghrod resides as the spiritual guardian of his people, for despite the belife that they were wiped out, a few have been found, all of which worship Ghrod. He is credited as the god of vengence, and passion, both angry (due to the entity of hate, inate within him), and loving. He is credited for sustaining starlife, and for the existance of ghost. Lastly, he is often reffered to as the cat god, for his feral behavior.

Name: Truest

Sex: Male

Apearance: Truest was apearingly an ordinary man, with crystal embedded within his skin. He stood at 6'2, with a slightly abnormally long arms reach, and blonde gair, combed back. His eyes glow a brilliant gold, which reflects off his skin. He wore gold plated armour, and weilded a longsword, seemingly made of diamond.

Domain: Firstly he is the guardian of his people, in spiritual form, guarding over the refugees who fled the planet before Ghrod devastated the race. He is credited with all crystals, the refraction of light, and teaching the art of swordsmanship. He is assosiated as the god of nobility, and worship.