Name
Brontes

Also known as
Father Death, Seeker of Lost Souls, the Betrayer.

Age
Unknown

God Status
God of the Underworld, the Dead, the Dying & the Lost.

Personality
Brontes is way calmer and easy-going these days than the time before his betrayal. He seeks the simple pleasures in life, a generous smile, a loving look, things like that which he treasures. That doesn't mean that he is now a saint though, he might have challenged every God by imprisoning them on Earth for the sake of humanity yet he doesn't hesitate to affect the life of a truly bad man just enough so that he dies and is welcomed into the Underworld where he will pay for his sins. Other than that, Brontes doesn't feel lonely anymore, or sad. In fact he doesn't feel much at all, he grew tired of feelings and decided to shut them all out in a desperate effort to keep his sanity intact. Being alone and hated by everyone isn't easy after all.

Parent(s)
Time

Sexuality
Pansexual

Form on Earth
Being a shapeshifter, Brontes usually appears as a rough looking middle-aged man or a well dressed dandy

True Form


Powers
•Shapeshifter: Brontes can shapeshift into anything mortal, be it man or animal, insect or even a cell inside an organism.
•Death Incarnate: Power over death, like granting death or making someone live forever. His power, as decreed long before Time itself existed, only exists over anything and anyone mortal.
•Last Rite: Brontes can grant a single wish to anyone recently dead, dying or to die soon.

Weapon/Attribute
The Key: A rusty silver key, used to access the Gates of the Underworld and other countless locked or hidden parts of the realm including the mysterious Underdark, the heart of Brontes's kingdom. It can also grant access to everything, from a door to a man's heart, dreams or even future.

History (Pre-Earth bound)
Being the son of the ever-existing Chaos and brother of the chaotic Ernestine, one would expect that the Lord of Death would be way closer to his kind yet Brontes never really cared about Earth, Heaven and anything in between, mortal or not. He refused any contact with the other Gods and in turn they didn't bother with him. He kept himself locked inside his Underworld which he shaped according to his thoughts and feelings ; a few parts beautiful, a few horrible but every part of it carrying a certain melancholy, unnoticed by almost all but always there.

He was done forming the Gates and the infinite Halls of the Dead within a thousand years and after that he formed the Sinner's Maze, a labyrinth continuously supplied with the darkest souls in the Underworld with each one facing its worst fear, the mysterious Underdark, the part of his realm where no one has set foot but himself, and the Travelling Woods, a thick forest which cannot be found unless he wishes to and also happens to be his home in the Underworld.

However, each passing century made him more bitter towards the living and their petty lives, soon starting to punish them for fun, killing thousands without reason but to witness their lament, feel their sorrow and share his with them, sending away his ever present sadness through pain. In other words he made them suffer in order to ease his own suffering and feel as if he had something in common with others, even useless humans. Eventually, Brontes took an interest in humans and their short lives which they filled with as many memories as they could as if they knew that the Underworld and eternity awaited them. He turned his hate into love and left his realm for that of the mortals, spending a thousand years by their side, holding a starved man's hand in his last few moments or giving a mother a dream of her still born child, roaming his kingdom. However, soon the gift of immortality turned out to be a curse as Brontes saw humans he had bonded with die and turn to ash only to be replaced by others who in turn did the same. A vicious cycle of death, he practically was the reason he was alone.

He never told them of his nature, they knew it all too well, far better than his own blood. Some could tell that he wasn't human, most not but they all were so terribly important in his eyes, each one a story yet to finish. And then some God would appear and drown a village for fun or forcibly bed someone, leading to needless suffering.

And he was patient, no one can deny that. Countless centuries he kept believing that they would change, that his kind would eventually mature into protectors of the Earth and its people but to no avail. Then he decided to take matters in his own hands and remind everyone why Brontes was a name that brought fear even to immortal hearts.

He would imprison every single God on Earth, right next to his precious humans, forcing them to watch their struggles and hopefully reach the same conclusion he reached. Yet fate, wouldn't let him do that just yet as the moment he set foot in his realm, he knew of the two invaders, Thalliana and Amare and rage consumed him. He set out on his own, the Underworld itself tearing itself apart due to his wrath, eager to throw the two Gods in the darkest pit of his prison for eternity. He didn't though and the reason for that was the young Amare, a child compared to him yet a teacher for he showed him the meaning of sacrifice by offering himself as prisoner in exchange for Thalliana's freedom. Brontes accepted, intrigued by the young God and that was the day he made his first friend, someone who Brontes would always look out for. And in his mind, Amare was worth the effort, worth the disapproving looks and words Brontes knew he would get if he left the Underworld, worth it just because this youngling kept visiting him despite Moon's orders, breaking the monotony of Brontes's days and making him believe that perhaps etermity as the God of Death wasn't as bad as he thought.

Amare eventually left though, under Moon's direct order and the God of the Underworld was free to put his plan into motion, despite the fact that Amare too would be trapped on Earth. While he didn't even blink when locking the Gates of Heaven, Brontes almost cleansed a small island in the Pacific of life when he thought about Amare and how betrayed he would feel. After all, that young God had kept visiting him in the Underworld despite Moon's orders, proving that his friendship wasn't a ruse and earning Brontes's trust but he convinced himself that it was the sacrifice he would have to make for the sake of humanity.

Brontes didn't hesitate at all when he used his Key to lock the Gates of Heaven with the help of a broken fragment of a trapped God perhaps much older than everyone he knew, after banishing all Gods from the Heavens. After that, he locked the Gates of the Underworld too and disappeared among the mortals, laughing at those forming armies to look for him when he was all around them, on every deathbed and each hospital.

History (Post-Earth bound)

After locking down Heaven, Brontes spent his every day helping the dead or dying in their hour of need, countless broken humans searching for someone to give them hope in their final moments while watching the fallen Gods and how they adapted to life on Earth.

In 2015, he decided that it was time to return and possibly fix his relationship with his family, starting from Amare who he hoped understood just why he had acted the way he did. Once that was done, he would go on and complete the final part of his plan which would change everything about Gods and mortals.

Motive
Brontes is currently looking to make amends with his ''family'', the Gods he betrayed thousands of years ago. You'll ask why now and the answer to that is that he's planning something big for himself, something that could possibly give him a way to kill someone who cannot die.

Name: Armarion Gevvelos

Also known as: Armar, He Who Knows, The Faceless One.

Age: He is a little older than typical Middle aged Gods or Goddesses in their standards, looks to be about Thirty years old in Earth form.

God Status: God of Magic, Knowledge, Secrets and War.

Form on Earth:

True Form:

Dark Form:

Age:
One of the younger children of the Sun and the Moon.
Appears to be about 16 - 17.

God Status:
Goddess of Darkness

Personality:
Kyra is both the most perfect personification of darkness and simultaneously, it's far-flung opposite. On the outside, she appears quiet and cold with eyes that hold a lifeless chaos, endlessly lurching into self-destruction. For this, most hold her as an uncaring being but it's not so. Kyra is a curious thing and naive beyond all imagination; even to the point were her potential to destroy is limited solely by this factor. She cares very deeply about how others perceive her which typically amounts to nothing as mortals find no real need in loving nor praying to Darkness. To Kyra, no one can ever love her - how could they? She is, by definition, the lack of love; the end in which all must toil eternally. She tries to find love but evil enjoys the shadow cast by the Queen of Darkness and it's typically hot on her heels.

Parents:
God of the Moon
Goddess of the Sun
Unknown Intentity

Sexuality:
Bisexual

Form on Earth:


True Form:


Powers:
Warden of the Dark: Kyra has divine authority and absolute control over all darkness. It can be altered freely, allowing her to hide in plain sight and boosting her ability when it's surrounding her (similarly, in a lack of darkness, Kyra is extremely vulnerable and weak). The darkness can be used to cover any artificial lighting but when she enters deep darkness (extremely low light-levels), Kyra's physical form becomes meaningless, allowing her to travel great distances in the blink of an eye.

Shadow Summons: Darkness, although cold and silent, isn't completely devoid of all life. Kyra is capable of summoning small beings made wholly from shadows by weaving the trapped souls of wandering spirits into the shadows themselves. Typically, they appear as small golem-like creatures but their appearance can vary. Individually, they don't do much but a group of them can be very potent. Useful for doing menial tasks as well.

Shadow Form: In intense bursts of power, Kyra can become living darkness. In this form, her physical features never seem to remain constant but she's particularly easy to notice from normal shadows with her blood red eyes. Her potential to damage skyrockets in this form in return for extremely high risk - any damage sustained is not only excruciatingly painful but can leave her physically exhausted for years or even decades. Basically, her damage goes up and her defences go down.

Weapon:
Night's Edge: This massive and rather nasty looking blade is very nearly the full size of Kyra herself but is almost as light as a feather (to her) as it's primary component is pure darkness. She's an excellent swordsman but an awful tactician meaning she usually does well in small skirmishes but fails miserably in prolonged engagements. The blade itself can briefly absorb the light in an area around it before unleashing it back in a devastating cleave.

History (Pre-Earth bound):
One would be foolish in thinking that Kyra was the only being to take up the mantle of darkness. No, she's simply another iteration of a thought so timeless that it must be split into lifespans of eternity. Darkness, in its very essence, is the lowest form of existence; the tipping point between non-existence and existence. By all means, it could be that darkness in itself is a simple derivative of Chaos but Kyra will be the first to tell you that she wasn't solely born of the Sun and the Moon. It's not likely but she imagines that Chaos did have a part to play in breathing life into her.

Kyra was the second last child born of the Sun and the Moon. Despite being the Queen of Darkness, as a youngster she searched for nothing more than love, in its purest kind. She found none in her mother - there was no malice behind it, she suspected, but her mother would never be able to love her. Her father was a different face of the same coin but he seemed a lot more willing to deal with the endless curiosity of his youngest daughter. Of the four seasons, Kyra found most favour with Ashthelic and Sora as they seemingly understood her predicament. She very much suspected that the other two seasons didn't really notice her. Thalliana loathed her but that could be excused - Light was always trying to rush around and fill in where Darkness makes its humble abode. Amare and Amos seemed much too wrapped up in their own eternity to deal with the odd bumblings of a little Goddess which left Armarion, who was the closest thing Kyra has ever had to a friend.

There was no love between them but they appreciated each other's company, or more adequately, Armarion was one of the few people who could genuinely answer Kyra's questions, whether they were a stroke of sheer genius or idiocy personified. She enjoyed his stories of the mortal world and even learned how to use weaponry under his careful guise. For a time, Kyra was at peace with her nonchalant existence but events would rupture the balance and tip her away from her disjointed family.

It was after eavesdropping on a conversation between her mother and father that Kyra realised that she was different from her siblings. They were created to maintain the forces of the world in perfect balance while she didn't seem to have a function whatsoever. Or so she thought. In truth, Kyra was both one of the most and least important of the deities. She held no power over nature nor did she have considerable authority over important things like the seasons. No, Kyra simply existed to ensure the end of all existence - she was born to make sure that all returned to the cold tides of darkness that had originally birthed everything. Despite innocent and young, Kyra represented a problem to her parents as the prophecies that spoke of her never specified when it was that she would usher in the end. For this, their discussions took on darker tones which cut the young Goddess deeper than anything before and like it or not, a cold rage bubbled beneath the surface.

This rage became very real when she confronted her mother on the conversation she had eavesdropped on. Her mother vehemently denied every charge Kyra laid against her, practically ignoring them in the Night Queen's eyes. Kyra didn't mean to hurt her but her vicious anger choked her good judgement and allowed the shadows of rage to rise within her. Her form became consumed with darkness and she lashed out at her own mother, leaving a gash of endless darkness over her mother's ethereal face. The wound scarred her mother harshly but the attack shocked her, allowing Kyra enough time to come to her senses and flee.

She didn't hear much but she knew that her mother had placed a bounty on her head. The reward must have been substantial as for nearly four centuries, she was plagued with pesky demigods trying to capture her and subsequently failing. One particular rumour slated the reward as a hand in marriage to one of the Sun's Daughters.

History (Post-Earth bound):
Kyra didn't exactly expect much when coming to Earth so her journeys there were adventures, at the heart of them. She wandered aimlessly during the night, igniting quite a number of ghost stories throughout the ages. In the few times that she did settle down, she found evil nipping at her heels. Her presence didn't seem to have a very good affect on the people present. The most notable of these homes of hers was in Germany at the start of the 20th century for almost half a century. Yeah... The fact that the Goddess of Darkness set up camp there probably didn't help the case!

Needless to say, Kyra allowed bygones to be bygones and wandered onwards. After hearing of the whole incident with Bronte, she briefly considered helping her family regain their home in the heavens but quickly gave up on that aspiration - she wouldn't be of much use to them and it would mean having to come out of hiding which didn't sound too appealing. If they really needed her then they could just find her themselves, after all; Armarion probably knew where she was.

Motive:
Kyra doesn't really have a particular motive except for the fact that she wishes to be loved like most of the others are. She doesn't care whether this is love from an individual or love from a group of people but she appreciates the complexity of the challenge, considering the fact that Darkness is widely regarded as a substitute for evil in the human world.