Gender: More often than not Ahru manifests as a female, although the benefits of shape changing for a legendary prankster such as herself are clear. Almost all traditional depictions reflect her preferred female form, however.

Appearance:

Ahru is an oddity among her fellow Gods. Despite most of them preferring their imposing immortal form Ahru instead appears as a mere mortal woman at almost all times. After all, it's easier to trick mortals when you look like them. Moreover as a mortal her Godly peers take her less seriously, which she quite honestly prefers. In her mortal form she stands far below other Gods, a mere 5'6". She is a lithe women, possessing a slender and quick frame. The girl is pale with a face alight with freckles. She is beautiful, as most Gods are, which proves to be an asset in her pranks. It's easier for her to manipulate someone attracted to her, after all. Ahru maintains an air of jolliness and informality, a guise that has long become effortless for her. She has a predisposition to mindlessly space out, playing with her hair or swinging her legs to and fro as she sits, giving the impression that she is carefree even in the most dire situations. She hasn't felt the need to call upon her godly form for some time and as such few Gods but those she favors greatly can claim to have seen it in person.

Personality: Ahru is undoubtedly the most carefree of the Gods. She cares not for their politics unless, of course, she has the opportunity to make things more 'interesting'. She is a being in constant search of a new distraction. She is fickle, rash, and most of all mischievous. She is known as the Trickster of the Gods for good reason. While her peers may be interested in establishing order in the world she is the source of chaos. She revels in disrupting the plans of her fellow Gods and inflicting her whims on the mortal world. One should not be mistaken, she is not 'evil' as one would traditionally define it, but is merely interested in creating situations that in turn interest her. Perhaps the most dangerous aspect of dealing with her is the fact that she is quick to change her mind, constantly acting on her first impulse. Of course she derives entertainment from far more baser activities as well- dancing, singing, anything that might sate her desire for a good time. Most of all she enjoys playing simple pranks on the Gods themselves- while creating chaos in the world may be fun the thought of Aesis sitting on a whoopie cushion greatly appeals to her as well. Despite her comical personality Ahru is deceptively shrewd and intelligent, traits that make her a natural deceiver. Her licentious attitude causes many to underestimate her, a mistake that has caused the downfall of many. If one can put up with Ahru's antics they may find a valuable albeit annoying friend, but many of her fellow immortals find her insufferable.

Major Domain: Ahru is the God of Mischief, holding dominion over tricks, pranks, and more sinister acts of deception.

Minor Domains: Fortune, Secrets

Avatar:

The Jabberwock stands at nearly 150 feet, smaller than most Godly avatars but making up for the disparity in agility and ferocity. The Jabberwock is a fearsome creature, imperceptibly fast with strength to boot. Despite its vicious appearance and aptitude for combat The Jabberwock reflects the disposition of Ahru: It has not interest in fighting. It will not attack unless it or Ahru is attacked. Instead it is content with playing games with mere mortals and, occasionally, the Gods if they are so interested. The Jabberwock is a master of all games, approaching humans with a promise: Those that can beat it in any game will receive whatever their heart desires, but those that lose will be cursed to die in a painful and premature fashion.

Stance: Ahru, of course, has absolutely no interest in ruling the Gods. That would be, by her estimation, incredibly boring. She does not strongly support anyone, preferring to keep her allegiance for whoever proves to be most interesting.

Loyalty During the Rebellion: Who needs to pick a side? Ahru is on every side and no side. She had no allegiance, instead going from one side to another to ensure things stayed as interesting as possible.

Center of Power: Most Gods objects of power are something that's important to them or something that represents their power. Ahru's center of power is a mouse. A live mouse. Her more serious siblings have admonished her for pestering the King of Gods to give her such an obviously terrible Center of Power. Her response? She did it because it was fun. Having a living Center of Power was just so much more interesting! Luckily her mouse, whom she has named Puck, has grown fond of her and is reluctant to make an escape attempt. Puck will try to find its way back to her if lost as well/ To be quite frank Ahru likes the mouse as well, and considers making her Center of Power her pet one of her better decisions.

Relations:

Powers: Ahru is a highly capable archer, said to never miss her mark. Being a trickster she is naturally very agile and hard to get a hold of. She has little skill in a melee to speak of, preferring to keep her distance and stay out of direct combat. Her greatest skill is that of guile, the ability to sneak and steal. Even without her Skeleton Key it is said that she can pick any non-magical lock. Ahru has the ability to peer into the mind of mortals and discover their darkest secrets; this ability does not work when used upon immortals. Despite her prowess in combat it is rare to see her in a battle; fighting simply does not match her definition of fun. Ahru's power lies truly in her ability to trick and deceive even the Gods. To this end while she is in mortal form she can change her shape at will, although is unable to exceed the size of her typical form.

Godly Equipment:
Sunstrike- Legend hold's that Ahru's bow, Sunstrike, has the power to pierce even the Sun, hence its name. She has yet to test this particular feature for fear of how she may alter existence as she knows it... and the wrath of Ilyona. However it is certain that an arrow shot from Sunstrike is very hard to stop, able to pierce shields, armor, and just about everything in the mortal world. Each arrow shot from the bow is rendered nigh unstoppable. Despite the great urge to wreak havoc with the weapon Ahru does demonstrate an uncharacteristic restraint with it, for fear that her peers will take it from her if she gets too eager. The bow is crafted from the light of the Moon itself, the limbs of the weapon having an ethereal quality, seemingly made of moonlight but nigh unbreakable. The string is taken from a lock of Ahru's own hair- not that of her mortal form, but of her godly form. It is a weapon greatly treasured by the trickster. It is a God's Bane weapon, although she has yet to try to claim an immortal life with it.

The Dagger That Does Not Cut- One of the most curious weapons in the God's arsenal is her dagger. As the name implies the dagger is incredibly dull and is unable to cut even the softest of cheese. Despite this it is completely unbreakable no matter how much force is applied to it. The dagger has another curious property: All who touch its blade are destined to misfortune. Their plans will fail, their loved ones will come to shun them, they will lose their wealth, and for the rest of their life, however long that may be, they will be shrouded by misfortune. She has yet to see how the dagger will affect a God, but it is not a God's Bane weapon, so it is unknown how much of the dagger's properties will work upon an immortal. Ahru suspects that while it is not able to kill a God it will give them a burst of bad fortune.

Skeleton Key- Ahru's greatest tool, a key that can open any lock. Its head has the design of a skull, but the rest of the key is ever changing to match the lock it will fit into. Only Ahru knows the secret to creating a lock that will not yield to the key, but she of course refuses to share this knowledge.

Cloak of Night- When one looks upon the cloak it seems to be night itself- the black canvas seemingly as dark as the night's sky filled with glowing points of light that look like stars. It is a beautifully crafted garment made from the wool of a winged black ram; a strange creature borne into the mortal world by Rieth himself. The cloak has the unusual ability of turning all who wear it completely invisible, undoubtedly a useful tool in the trickster's arsenal.

Ahru's Slippers- The unfortunate result of Ahru's own attempts at making a tool worthy of her pranks. These ill fitting slippers are ugly; a craftsman Ahru is not. There are made of the leather taken from a centaur and blessed with her own power. They are an ugly shade of brown and the shoe is improperly glued together, threatening constantly to come apart but never committing to self-destruction. They are uncomfortable on Ahru's feet but she finds herself wearing them often, perhaps because she feels some semblance of pride in their design, or, more likely, because of their extra-ordinary properties. Those who wear produce no sound from their feet. That is to say the sound of footsteps or that of falling are imperceptible to all but the wearer.

Demi Gods:






Name of your Land: Jarenhold (Pronounced Yar-en-hold)

Lands: Jarenhold is an island entrenched in an eternal autumn, a surprisingly beautiful land considering the character of its ruler. It is covered in autumnal forests alight with the colors of fall,: red, orange, and brown hues of leaves that are nigh constantly falling. Despite this the trees are never bare, seemingly growing leaves as fast as they lose them. Besides the woods of Jarenhold one can find rolling fields that are canvased by flowers. Jarenhold is a temperate island, never overly hot or cold but maintaining a pleasant sunny atmosphere. Near the coast the forest and fields give way to beaches covered in white sand. The flora and fauna of Jarenhold are not peculiar- they are what you would expect from the mortal realm, overall an idyllic land that does not match its ruler.

People: The people of Jarenhold are simple, ordinary humans. They are predispositioned to a pale white complexion and red hair, matching their God's chosen form.

Culture: Men of Jarenhold are simple and hardworking- the land is known for the farms that dot its fields, storied as the source of the finest ale and produce in the mortal world. As the fields turn into the coast farming towns become smattering of fishing villages. Although they are a people that value labor their God ensured that they know how to have a good time. The towns of Jarenhold are alight with parties after the workday that will last well into the evening. Perhaps one of the greatest oddities in Jarenhold is the fact that Ahru can be found regularly joining in her people's revelry and, of course, playing tricks on them. For them she is less a God and more a whimsical spirit- in fact many in her land would not recognize her as the God of Mischief, more accustomed to worshiping depictions of her unfavored immortal form. Jarenhold is a simple land of simple people, although one must ask, why does a God such as Ahru hold dominion over such a seemingly unfitting land? The answer is simple: It's more fun for her to inflict her brand of mischief on ordinary mortals. For her the land of Jarenhold is less her domain and more a playground for her to find her jollies.

Technology: The land of Jarenhold is best described as Medieval Era, although there is little technology to speak of besides that which may be applied to farming. That is to say that one might find water wheels and advanced farming techniques but innovations involving warfare and weaponcraft are much less commonplace, as Jarenhold's people are a peaceful breed.

Capital: Jarenhold's capital, Alarah, is perhaps only distinguished from the other villages in that it is slightly larger and more centrally located. The architecture of Alarah, much like the rest of Jarenhold, is simple and wooden, the most formidable building in the village being a longhall dedicated to worship of their God.

Beings: Jarenhold has a small population of Kitsune. They are ordinary foxes save for the capability to speak and an intellect matching a human. Their ideals fall more in line with that of Ahru's. They revel in inflicting her mischief upon the people of Jarenhold, and are disliked by their Human neighbors. The exception to this is Reynard, who is respected as Ahru's own offspring, a Half-Breed who possess the ability to walk on two legs as a Human would. He has become well liked by the people of Alarah, his particular brand of whimsy and fun injecting life into the town.

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Name: Janin The Harbinger of Festivities

Gender: Female

Personality: Ignorance is bliss for Janin. She is lazy, indulgent, and aloof. Not quite the gifts anyone desires in their god, and certainly not a mother. Her mortal subjects amuse her and serve little other purpose, their own struggles and ‘morality’ itself has never been of interest to her, so she never learned about it; her people’s lives mean very little to her. Their feelings towards her vary from fear to love, but very few respect her for any reason more than her divinity. That said her apathy leads her to be rather joyous; none of her ignoble deeds are done out of spite, only to sate her eternal thirst for entertainment.

Major Domain: Alcohol and inebriation

Minor Domains: Dance and Music

Avatar:



Desin is said to never be far from his master, most believe he follows her under the sands of Tarren, a few meters below her feet. He trives of Janin’s darker pleasures, and most common use is killing warriors and slaves alike in fighting pits. The show delights his god, and the spoils go to her pet. Each head contains a different venom, the first headi, Jyn, is a paralyzing agent; numbing a person to the point of immobility but they remain completely conscious. Second is Nar, who’s venom can kill in gross amounts, but in normal dose is a powerful hallucinogenic which is sometimes kept in store for Janin and her favoured. Last of the heads is Bol, who’s venom is an exceedingly powerful toxin which can kill a human in a matter of seconds. Desin’s entire form reaches nearly two miles in length, but its enormity is often hidden, either underground or camouflaged by scales that change colour each time they are shedded.

Stance: Janin would much rather no one take the role of leader. Apart from that she has no qualms about who leads so long she is left alone.

Relations:
Xsar, Arhu - The three form a group free of the judgement often placed upon them by the other gods. Their 'alliance' is formed mostly out of pleasure from drinking and causing trouble.

Ki'ivara - Ki'ivara is a kindred spirit to Janin; a friendship with someone who not only does not scorn her practices but enjoys them along side her. While they do run in different circles for the most part, Janin will always find time to share wine, stories, and poor choices with the god of lust.

Naqqash - Janin despises the demi-god, an emotion even few full-gods can provoke from her. His ideals threaten the entire base of her domain's power, and if he was to become a full deity could have influence and power enough to actually do something to end her reign.

Powers:
Shapeshifting; Janin can change into any form she wishes, so long as she has seen it before. This may include other gods or their avatars, thought she would obviously not gain any of their powers. The greater the difference in size between herself and the shape she takes, the greater effort she expels.

Teleportation; Self-explanatory, Janin can shift herself in space without actually moving. She must know exactly where she is going less she find herself three miles in the side of a mountain. It requires less thinking of a place to teleport to, and more the direction and distance she must travel.

Loyalty During Rebellion: War. In the beginning Janin was content to watch things unfold as they would; her domains small and easily dismissed. As time went on and it became clear the entire ‘family’ would be involved, she took sides with War as a small act of defiance against Rieth who had always frowned upon the way she leads her people.

Center of Power: A wineskin typically worn at her hip, embroidered with red and gold images of celebrating humans.

Center of Power (knowledge); Through scheming with Xsar, Janin possesses the center of power belonging to the domain of knowledge, a small bronze astrolabe, half the size of her palm.

Godly Equipment:
Infinite chalice; a glass that is forever brimming with strong wine, never empties or spills but may be poured.

Crooked Lyre: A lyre that when she plays upon can tap into the emotions of mortals, and while not directly controlling them can ease a person into calmness or whirl them into a passion.

The Wine Blade: A sword nearly the length of her arm, forged of red steel. Besides its colour, it's other oddity is the thin metal string of barbs wrapped and infused around its length. While this makes it a useless when it comes to properly tearing through an opponent, it requires only a light touch to pierce the skin, allowing the coating venoms procured from her avatar to enter the bloodstream.

Demi-Gods:

Demi-Gods: Twins; Olek and Alek


Olek dislikes and distrusts Janin with anything and everything, not that his opinion has greater value to her than any mortal’s. The bulk of his life has been spent away from the settled coastline and instead traveling the wide deserts of Tarren, in an effort to become a warrior in a land that holds no value for strength or virtue in any form. He is one of the few beings to go into contact with the Scorpio tribes and survive. His hatred for his mother is no secret, nor is his desire to kill her avatar and take control of Tarren. Janin does not view him as a threat; having inherited only her divine strength and teleportation, and finds his thoughts of overpowering her wonderfully amusing. He views himself as a somber and noble lord, and wholly rejects ideas of his own cruelty which has led to destruction of entire settlements in his fits of rage.



Where Olek is distant and cold to their mother, his twin can hardly be apart from her. Alek inherited Janin’s shape-shifting ability, along side god-like speed, and tends to prefer animal forms over her true shape. The people of Tarren have become so accustomed to seeing an animal beside their god, she is often portrayed more as a familiar than demi-god. Alek is quiet to the point of if being unsettling for many. Though centuries old, she remains dependent on her mother, clinging her not out of any love, but a straining need to be close. Her motives and thoughts are unknown too all except perhaps her brother, the only one who she both speaks too and who listens to what she has to say.

Land: Tarren is a large nation, nearly stretching twice as far from north to south as it does east to west. Vast as it may be, it is mostly desert and only the north cost is properly inhabited and developed.

People: Humans and Scorpios

Culture: It would be easiest to say Tarren survives on the back of its slaves, the number of which is vastly greater than the rest of the human populace. Slaves can come from anywhere, occasionally traders come in from other nations, nomads found in the desert can be claimed if they have no waiting family to be found, or if someone where simply to fall out of favour with their fickle god they could find themselves in chains. While the slaves may not be happy, there has never been a proper uprising. The ‘master’ class find no need for education or personal betterment; the best and only way to gain favour with their goddess is to entertain her with lavish feasts, parties and shows. The upper-class lives in constant indulgence while their slaves tend to their farms and breweries. It comes as little surprise that that main trade in Tarren is wine-making, vineyards can be found less land two miles outside of the capital, and the people boast there are more types of drink to be had in Tarren then there are people who live there.

Slaves in Tarren are treated in varying degrees. It is up to each slave-owner how their own business/household is run. For the most part, they are allowed to partake in monthly festivities and some are even offered small wages. Freeing a slave is possible in theory, though there are no documents in the mostly illiterate culture, and no records. So a freed slave without family, sufficient funds to begin his own trade, or a chance to get out of Tarren completely is likely to find himself/herself back on the market.

The lack of proper government and rule leaves Tarren in an almost constant state of chaos. No cities are truly safe, or even all that clean. ‘Crime’ runs rampant, though what constitutes a crime isn’t very clear in the first place. It is a land of instability and gratification, held together by very thin strings in Janin’s hand. Tarren could probably be taken over by an opposing force very easily, if any outside force could see anything redeemable in such a ruin of an empire.

Capital: Capri Bay, a colourfull city towards the east on the north coast, frequented by both traders and travelers. Where it is not surrounded by sea, it is saddled by fruit farms, reaching back to an encircling mountain-range shielding the tropical, humid land from the harsh desert winds. Estimated population; 3000 (roughly three times as many slaves occupy the area including the farmland).

Technology: Ptolemaic Egypt/Ancient Rome

Beings:

Half giant scorpion half-man creatures that populate the inland of Tarren, mostly in small nomadic tribes. The humans have tried to enslave groups of them at a time, always failing and often falling to their venomous stingers and bone-shattering pincers. Lone stragglers have on rare occasions been found. In such cases slaves are sent to remove the stinger from the creature and bind its claws. These beings are prized possessions among the high class, and often put on display at parties. The removed stingers are given Janin, who uses the deadly venom in her own wine, such gifts are one of the few ways to assure favour with the goddess, for a time at least.

-a good friend and spiritual son of Sekh, god of pestillence (Obscene)
-Under the suspicion of the Goddess of time, andd trying to prove himself to her and others (Kit kat)
-enemy of Oksana, slayer of his father and one of the primary people keeping his fathers Center of Power out of his hands
-Ahru is a friend and positive influence on Naqqash, who is often happy to see the trickster even when neing the subject of jokes and pranks
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