Name: Amos

Also known as: Heaven’s Guard and Valor.

Age: Looks like he is in his thirties, but his real age is unknown.

God status: God of Valor

Personality: -Unknown-

Parents: The Sun and Moon

Sexuality: Straight

Form on Earth:


True Form:


Powers:

Divine Strength – Has enhanced strength, even more so then other gods.
Divine Weapons – Has incredible mastership of weapons and there attributes.
Lightning magic – The ability to use weaponized lightning. (ex; a lightning bolt)

Weapon/Attribute: He has a heavenly sword called Cerbanis, which is an extension of himself and can be called upon at any time. (Unless it is de-powered). Cerbanis itself grants the user spectral wings that allow flight.

History (Pre-Earth bound): Being one of the eldest born to the Sun and Moon, Amos had much responsibility in the Heavens. His main focus was protecting it from all incursions of hostile intent. Monsters fell time and time again to his blade, powerful spirits were banished with his lightning and all looked to him as Guardian. His own personal Angels, the Final Furies, were his stout warriors who helped him in his endeavors. They were a fanatical bunch, who listened to no one but Amos and held his teachings to heart.

Because of his responsibility, he neglected his siblings often but that did not mean he did not care. No, he told himself because of what he did, they were at least safe. When Humanity was created he did not care about them as much as the others did. In fact, he was pleasantly surprised that his duty became easier as more focus was put on Earth. Not many creatures of Chaos attacked the Heaven's now that there was easier prey. Rarely did he mettle in the affairs of mortals either, he always felt if he left Heaven then a calamity would surely strike.

History (Post-Earth bound): He attacked Heaven’s gates for what seemed like a century with no avail, not even a dent was put on those impregnable walls. The worst thing imaginable had happened to Amos and that was being locked out of his own home, powerless to stop anything from happening to it. He was lost in his rage for even longer as he could not grasp the concept of why? Why would someone keep them out of their home? During this time he wondered Earth, occasionally mingling in human wars, killing droves of them before leaving again. Eventually, Amos realized his powers were abandoning him and he had to move on begrudgingly.

For for the rest of his cursed existence he wandered the lands, never staying in one place for too long. One of his favorite past times was participating in the many wars that the humans waged with one another. Even without his Godly powers, he was never outmatched when sword fighting and he greatly enjoyed this time spent in Europe, seeing civilizations rise and fall through the sword. He was forced to watch time progress, humans get old and then die, and centuries pass. Where one minute swords were the only weapons used, it quickly turned to guns, then larger and larger weapons. It seemed the humans had an inflated ego when it came to weapons and the biggest one won. Now a days, he can be found in North America, wandering about as usual.



Motive: To have purpose again in the Heaven's.

Name: Desious

Also known as: Death

Age: Unknown

God Aspect: Death

Personality: Unknown

Parents: Unknown

Sexuality: Unknown

Form on Earth: He has many forms but his favorite is an old, wizened man.



Powers:
The Death Shepard- Absolute power over the mortal life cycles. Death is a natural state of all living things, and he is the caretaker. He can end anything within a single heartbeat, or prolong it forever.
Shape shifting- Death can take many forms, from the smallest of ants to the largest of creatures, save those that are not mortal.
Intangible- He can go into a state of being where nothing can physically touch him.

Weapon: His weapon of power is a large ornate Shepard's hook. It allows access to the the Underworld and all that encompasses the place, acting as a key of sorts.

History(Before Earth Bound): Death came into being knowing precisely his role in the grand scheme of all things. He would rule over the Underworld, were souls would come to rest in peace after their mortal toils. Even though he would rule, his tasks were more akin to that of a caretaker. He did not not hate his tasks, he did not love his tasks, he simply did them because that was his purpose.

Within time, he would come to see that every living creature was precious. That every living thing had a purpose of their own, but they got to choose how their lives played out. Whether by instinct or choice, mortals did not have a predetermined role and for that he loved them. The one certainty in a mortal life is death, and he would be there to carry them away whenever their time came.

When Humanity was born his feelings only grew. They were different from the rest, free to live anyway they wanted and die from a plethora of reasons. They truly were the Sun and Moons greatest gifts, for he had never cared for the Gods as much as he did for things of flesh and bone. So he watched the humans with great interest, theirs was a struggle unlike anything he had seen before and it fascinated him, until they came. In droves, and droves other Gods finally took an interest in what the Sun and Moon had created and they did nothing but defile them.

For centuries he saw humans live a pitiful existence, broken and battered by those they could never really beat or overcome. The gods were a cruel lot who used humanity as toys, sowing chaos with their schemes and wars. Millions died but they did not care, why would they? They could not choose how their lives played out, Gods had a determined role in the grand scheme of all things. Perhaps it was jealousy that guided them or pleasure, Death did not know but he cared so greatly that he knew it must end. So in a place where the light did not exist, he forged a lock and key from the bones of the forgotten, the broken and the damned.

The Gods would never stop abusing humanity, so Death locked them on Earth for eternity. He did not lock Heaven's gates out of malice or spite, but of pity. Pity for the gods who were damned to their one fate. They could not be humans, but perhaps they could learn to be like them. One day, whether be himself or another, the gates would open again, as it was the in the grand scheme of all things but perhaps it could be avoided for a time.

History(Post Earth Bound): Deaths watch was eternal, it always had been, it always would be. Yet, he was diligent in this task, because watching could bring answers to questions unknown. After the gates were locked the Gods howled in rage for years, still grasping onto the ancient ways they lived as Gods for as long at they could before they ceased to be them. It was a cruel fate, but a necessary one.

As time went on, the humans grew, expanded, and to his horror, they adopted the ways of the Gods. The parallels were all the same. They were cruel to one another, plotted, schemed, and had hate in their hearts. Some still strove for balance with their home, but more and more greed was overtaking the minds of humanity. It sickened him, but he did not see a way to fix such a problem but let it run its course. Whether or not that course ended in tragedy, he was not.

Then Hollow arrived and ruined everything. It was too soon, too soon for their return, humanity was not yet ready and he was not sure most of the Gods had moved on. The key to the lock was hidden very carefully, yet somehow one spirit had found it and then used that key to bring back their powers. Now was the time to act and he was afraid.



Motive: Find the key.

Forms:
Hiraga is a shapeshifter, however her representing form is that of a white tiger. On Earth after her powers were sealed, she wears the look of a woman she was once enamored with, but died young of cancer. In her true form, Hiraga is an energy being, who’s sight rather fills others with hope and positive feelings, rather than insanity.


Powers:

Guardian Perserver: If everything is well on Earth, her own powers are weakening, to the point of falling into slumber during what could be called a ‘golden age’. However if the planet suffers, the goddess’ wrath will rain upon those responsible in force unmatched. If the world would be nearing its end, she would gain the power to to bring judgement day, purge the original world of all life and cause the souls to move either to Heaven or Underworld, and start life anew by laying down her own. Nobody dares to think what would happen to Earth if she was slain, and no one is certain she can be killed as long as the Earth exists.

Reincarnation: To her followers, she offers the this gift, having the power to anchor their soul in the world in a new body. Those who choose to remain are brought back as creatures of myths that aid her in watching the land.

Shapeshifting: Hiraga can appear in any form and size. Aside from her representative tiger, she has been seen posing as mythical figures, from fairies to dragons, or various humans when she needs to undermine someone’s intent to harm the planet.

Tool:

Soul Stone: A crystal sphere that allows the user to glimpse the entire life of an individual, used by Hiraga to pass judgement on whom she should allow to reincarnate.

History:

Hiraga does not really have any history before being Earth-bound. The first child of Solara and Lunus looked upon the planet and her heart was filled with joy at the sight of the beautiful creation. She declared to forever guard it from destruction, and made herself one with the World.

Over the eons she struck against any and all who desecrated Earth’s beauty. When one kind of animals grown too dominant, she struck the world itself and torn the continents apart, or reached out form the Earth to pull a meteor into its path to create an extinction event, a temporary downturn in life so that new one can flourish in greater variety when the world recovered, and for some time it worked.

With the locking of Heaven’s Gate, Hiraga’s powers vanished, and she started fighting to preserve the World in the political arena. Now unable to affect the world at large, she instead started to influence important humans, hoping to guide them away form their ways that were destroying the world into living in harmony with it.

Motive:

Ever since the first world war, Hiraga has been quite infuriated with Humanity. Unlike the others, she does not seek a return to the Heavens, but she would like to have a word with Death about the impending catastrophe his beloved Humanity is summoning on itself, whether she aided in it or not.



Trivia:
Hiraga’s symbol is the last letter of any alphabet, a silent reminder that no one should upset her, or the world will be in peril.

Name: Goehearth (pre-spirit prank name was William)

Also known as: The God of Anarchy, creator of the Vile, Entropy

Age: "How the hell should I know? My memory is like a bunch of concerts going on at once."

God Aspect: Entropy and ending

Personality: Tinkering, destructive, cruel, and comedic. Sometimes a little more caring when it comes to certain topics and serious at good moments.

Parents: Sun and Moon

Sexuality: Male

Form on Earth: A pale, black haired, red eyed 6 ft tall mob boss with a 5 o'clock shadow.

True Form: A large horned beast with a horn beard, red and black reptilian eyes, and a rough gray hide. His teeth are stained yellow and green, and his tongue is long and forked. His hands are clawed and bony. His legs are double kneed with three toes with claws. He has a long slender tail, ending in a forked spike. Many spines cover his back and he wears crude yet strong armor with evil designs and stained with blood and rust.

Powers: Cause Hell Goehearth causes natural disasters with increased mortality to come into existence, letting go on it's own.
Friend of War Goehearth causes mortal entities to go into a frenzy, attacking everything but him.
The Vile shadow Goehearth turns into a shadowy mist, seeping into the minds of others and fight for control over their minds, then destroying it, turning them to either a instinctual being or a vegetable.

Weapon: Vale Spliter A mace made as a gift from his father, which could cause rifts in the divide between the realms, which was to his liking. When it hit something solid, it shook it as if a earthquake happened inside the object. The mace was cruelly designed and is the only belonging of Goehearth's that is not decrepit looking. Currently, it's in a muesum, and looks as if it has been rusted.





Motive: With his powers and memories back, he wishes to find Death, give him a slug to the face, and then have a nice conversation. Also, now that he has his mace, he can start looking for his children too. He also seemed to just recently remember his big sister, Hiraga. "Always fight with that one, but I honestly thought she would like me!"

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Opinions: "Most of the other gods are dicks, but I am as well, but I didn't overly mistreat humanity. Demigods are good entertainment, unless they're my children, then I wish to find them and fix our predicament. Death is going to have a nice shina' when I reach him."

Name: Keyla Harms

Gender: Female

Age: 19

Parents: Zachary Harms (H), Goddess Of Mercy (G)

Powers: Compassion- Anyone who comes into contact with Keyla feel a strong, unadulterated sense of sympathy for those around them. Everyone has problems in life, and random strangers are overlooked everyday when their next step might be their last, leading to one of the tragedies of man; A world that does not care. Those affected might change opinions of others, think upon their actions, and try to help those in need. Can be a curse to those who only cause suffering and pain.

Serenity- Like compassion, Keyla need only touch a person for this power to work. It causes an overwhelming sense of relaxation to the point of no longer caring about anything. Those affected can feel calm, at peace and sleepy.

Backstory: Keyla had a life one might expect of any normal human teenager, just one thing was missing- her mother. When she was just a baby, her mother simply left one day and never returned. She was later told by her grandmother that it broke her father's heart for the longest time because it was so unexpected and it was something he could never understand. Growing up without a mother was challenging, but she was lucky to have an aunt who she could talk to whenever she needed and a family full of love.

Her father did his best to take care of her, and provide a nice good home in the suburbs. Eventually he remarried when Keyla was 14, to a women she was fond of. Not a year past when her baby sister was born, just 15 years apart. She always tried to be modest in school, never trying to get in with the popular crowd or proving how many guys she could talk too. She made good friends, people who she grew to care deeply for and would never try to hurt. This caring nature was always apart of her, ever since she was young, and helping people was one of the few things she was good at in life.

When she graduated high school and people kept asking her what she wanted to do, she simply stated "A nurse." It was summer now, and Keyla was enjoying the summer before college life kicked in. If only she knew what would truly happen.


Motive: To learn more about the world she will soon find herself in, and help those along the way.

Name: Brod

Also known as: The Titan, Leviathan, The Destroyer/Creator

Age: Hasn't kept track

God Aspect: Creation

Personality: (Since I am not a fan of writing a personality, and would rather see how a character acts in IC, this is optional)

Parents: He has just always been, he's also unsure honestly that's a lot of time to remember.

Sexuality: Straight

Form on Earth:
Brod's human form is quite an imposing sight. He stands at an intimidating seven feet and six inches tall while being build like one of the old generation wrestlers. Bulky with obvious muscle but not supremely defined. His skin is darkened by the sun and the forge, not to mention heavily scarred. His eyes are a dark gold color and normally half-lidded with boredom. His head is completely clean-shaven, thick bushy eyebrows, and a bull black beard brushed against his broad chest. Strangely he had sleeved tattoos on his arms, on the right an eastern styled dragon coiling around it, on the left just interesting jagged tribal markings. Most of his face is hidden by his beard but it's obvious he has a strong jaw, and a slightly large angular nose.

Brod's normal day to day wear consists of a various colored tank top. A pair of olive, gray, or black cargo pants held up by a thick studded leather belt. A pair of worn steel-toed work boots. Lastly, on a normal day, a pair of finger-less leather gloves dyed black.

True Form:


Powers:
Divine Creation: Being a god of creation he can...create things. Using the materials at hand he can craft golems of various shapes and strength, weapons and armor, nearly anything his mind can comprehend. This includes creating new landmasses when in his godly form, or reshaping old masses.

Mystical Modification: Sometimes what's already made needs a little tweaking to make it better. Sometimes this leads to good results, sometimes this blows up in his face. Literally. Nothing is perfect however, perfection would make him obsolete.

Godly Destruction: To create, one must destroy as well. With his hammer he can destroy things down into their most basic components. But this only applies to inanimate objects of a non-divine nature.

Weapon: By far the most unassuming and ordinary looking god weapon. A simple one handed hammer with a wooden haft and ordinary looking smith based head. The weapon, used to destroy and create, grows or shrinks depending on the form he decides to use. He keeps the hammer in his possession always.

History: Before being 'banished' from Heaven, Brod was mostly found down on Earth. Staying mostly to the waters he was always shifting, changing, or creating something down in the dark depths. The original waves were from his hammer strikes creating underwater mountains that shoved the tectonic plates out and up. But his mind was always on something new and making mountains was only so fun for so long. Soon he left the darkness of the waters, slithering up to the light and creating small things in his wake. Things that would change over time instead of remaining as one stagnant form.

He continued like this for time unknown, creating things, destroying other things to make even better things. Because that's what all the stuff was to him, just things. He gave no creation a name and nothing was particularly special to him. When humans came around he observed them for a time, occasionally taking a cluster of the primitive humanoids to examine them. What made them run, what could be improved, whether they should be destroyed to make way for something better.

He was oddly enamored with them when they started to actively build things and change the landscape around them. Something the primitive animals never truly did. It fascinated the Creator God to see something other than him or a fellow god create something out of something else. Of course he never stopped the other Gods from playing their tricks or just being jerks to the tiny beings. Everything had to be kept in check and the mortal human was outsmarting and out-breeding the worlds natural predators.

History: Brod hadn't really noticed his powers going until he saw that the mountains seemed to be growing without him, or another god, doing anything. His powers waned and he grew smaller. But he wasn't particularly upset, sometimes a vacation was needed! Of course this was an unnaturally long vacation brought about by Death. This left Brod with little to do but join up with the humans to stave off his boredom.

This was all well and good in the medieval ages when so much needed to be made to live. But as the ages passed by Brod was left with less and less things to do. Things were being made by machinery now. Luckily for him he had stupid amounts of money from working tirelessly through the ages. Ancient gold, copper, and silver was sold and turned into more modern money. Now he mostly did farrier work with true blacksmithing as a hobby. His choice of work in the modern age took his services across the globe since he was so damn good at it. He's mostly to pop up at horse shows and festivals to sell his arms and armor.

Strangely people still liked that kind of stuff.

Motive: With his powers starting to return he's content with just creating things once more. He has no desire to go to Heaven, he feels like there's nothing to do there. But he would like to find Death and ask questions.

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Opinions: As long as they don't annoy him he tends to be fine with other Gods, Demi-Gods, and Humans. So far the only one to actively piss him off is Goehearth.

Name: Stjerne(St-yern)

Also known as: King of Stars, the Guiding Light

Age: Appears either as an Well-built, Middle age man

God Aspect: Stellar Forces

Personality: Stjerne is rather passive in nature. Being the god of the Stars and Cosmos, he spent most of his time creating things that looked appealing to him and to the mortals on Earth. He is an encourager of exploration in all forms, and as such, guides explorers when they are lost to safety. In times of great strife and conquest he lends a hand in creating beautiful artistry in the night sky in the form of the Borealis. The Constellations were his Son's idea.

Parents: Sun and Moon

Sexuality: Omnisexual

Form on Earth:


True Form:

Stjerne's true form is similar to Hiraga's as it doesn't necessarily cause insanity, unless they attempt to gaze into his eyes or Aetherius.



Powers:
Ethereal Glory: When pushed into a fight, Stjerne used stellar attacks. It is a bit harder for him to use this ability in daytime due to the sun's light overpowering his stars, causing him to end things quickly or get out.

Stellar Forces: Stjerne can manipulate gravity and the EM spectrum within his sight. He can use this to make himself fly or turn invisible. At nighttime this ability gets ramped up and he can create miniature black holes.

Dreamwalker: Stjerne is able to freely enter the dreams of others, using it to help guide with subtle clues or hinder with waking nightmares. He can also hold conversations with his target(s) by linking sleeping minds together.

Weapon: Aetherius, a beautiful scrying bowl with galaxy opal gems which could be used to transport oneself anywhere in the world. It also is able to show the location of any being if they know it's name, but this ability does not work on Aliases.

History:

Stjerne was a distant god at first. He has always seen himself as an observer of the others. So much so that he became the embodiment off the stars, who watch over the world while they sleep. He was adamant about mingling with humans until he witness them get abused and taken advantage of by other gods. He strove to protect the little guys, using his Boreals to show them that they had a god who would aid them however he could, whether it was sending a guiding light to sailors at night, convincing other gods to ease up the brutality a little, or using dreams to warn of danger. He came to be known as the Guiding Light for these efforts.

He eventually had a son, Crius who he adored greatly. It was him who Stjerne gave Aetherius to, as his son was his ambassador of sorts to the mortals, as he was busy trying to keep Darkness from covering his stars. Stjerne grew worried with the darker gods as a few vied for his position and sight. It was Crius who came up with the Constellations, patterns in the sky representing different aspects of humanity.

History:

He was busy creating a new constellation with the help of his son, Crius. when he suddenly found that the stars no longer bent to his will. He felt distant from the very things that defined him. Without his powers he felt lost and confused. With the exile, Stjerne was more worried for the humans than himself. With Aetherius he could see what the gods were doing and accepted the loss as it would be unfair if the "good" deities where spared. Instead he focused on using his vanishing powers too set himself in a place where he could lend a hand to humanity.

Stjerne became a renowned sage, up until his "death" where he seemingly vanished. He wandered around, being known as a mysterious wise man and eventually settling down in a remote forest far to the north of Asia. He built himself a monastery there, stone by stone to occupy his time. Crius was long since passed and his ancestors placed Aetherius in a shrine inside the monastery. Stjerne, with his connection to the stars and by now weaker without feeling the power they gave him, fell into a deep slumber. The priests of the temple hid him in the apex of new temple they had made for him.

He eventually woke up in the last century and has been travelling the world, gaining knowledge of all that has passed. He helped diplomats, discouraged war with minimal effect(He was never good with words), and generally stuck to the background, keeping his temple's location a secret.

Motive: Rebuild and complete his masterwork in the stars, along with finding out what the other gods are doing and maybe speak to Death about why so many of his Stars have gone out.

Name: Zencrux

Also known as: The Great Storm, Thor

Age: appears to be in his Early 40s

God Aspect: Storms

Personality: (Since I am not a fan of writing a personality, and would rather see how a character acts in IC, this is optional)

Parents: Hiraga and Brod

Sexuality: Will do both, prefers men

Form on Earth:


True Form:


Powers:
Storm Warning: Zencrux is capable of freely manipulating the weather, so long as nature's balance is held. He can create tornados, monsoons and once made a hurricane when he was really angry. He can also dampen weather effects and banish small storms altogether.

Wrath of Lightning: As the storm god, Zencrux calls upon lightning to smite his enemies and uses it to empower his attacks.

Eye of the Storm: Zencrux is immune to the effects of storms and does not feel discomfort in extreme temperature as well. For him and whoever is with him, it's always clear skies and warm air.

Weapon: Hagalaz- A massive claymore that is able to summon wind currents with each swing. Often called the Singing Blade for how the holes it has whistle when swung a certain way.

History:
Zencrux was the first of Hiraga's children. He was a rash and impatient nature god who was often the ire his mother. He caused many disasters before fully learning to control his power. When they say that people feared storms in the past, he was the reason for this. His storms were unpredictable, sudden and almost always catastrophic. When he finally settled, he worked on rebuilding his relation with mortals, sending rainstorms to help end droughts that he caused or once causing fish to fall from the sky in an attempt to aid a starving village. His mother wasn't impressed with this, however and told him to not do it again. But he promptly made frogs fall into her temple. He was in his "teenage" years then. And her punishment still scars him: being turned into a frog for several centuries.

He treated humanity fairly, following his mother's example and often creating some fun messing with the pink fleshy beings. He often found himself consorting with some of their men after a long night of drinking. Zencrux became known as a friendly, but fierce god, with his blade on his back and a horn of nectar in one hand. When the exile happened he found himself in Scandinavia where he was promptly captured by the barbarians after they found he wouldn't die.

History:
He proved that even without his powers he was a great fighter, having often sparred with Amos. He got free, took his blade and decided to lead these barbarians until roman times when he pretended to be killed on the battlefield. He went down then as a legendary warrior, leading one of the biggest barbarian bands. Of course, losing his powers made him quite upset, as he wasn't able to just smite everyone and his blade stopped singing it's lovely songs.

He pops back up in Nordic culture working as a raider. He led a group on many raids until his next supposed death and slipped away. He travelled, fighting various battles until he came across a certain temple he'd seen once before. It was a cold and rainy day and the temple priest let the god inside, having recognized him as a friend to their lord. Zencrux eventually settled down there, keeping raiders and bandits from taking the vast wealth accumulated there. Once Stjerne had awakened, he went with him to guard him as he viewed the world as Stjerne was never really a good fighter, he was an artist.

Motive: Keep guarding Stjerne who he's grown to admire and find his mother father and siblings.
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Opinions:

Powers:

Desire - Shirley can cause a want and lust for anything and anyone she wishes. The stronger the mind the more they are able to resist, but they can often be undermined by their own wants, with Shirley only needing to strengthen them.

Hunger - Standing for the pleasures of the body, Shirley can inspire to eat, eat a lot and make you want to eat the most exquisite things, no matter the cost.

Backstory:
Shirley was born not so long ago, to an already powerless Hiraga. That however didn’t stop her mother from teaching her all about her nature, back when they were still living together.

The woman never knew her father, apparently being a result of a night of boredom and desire. She blames her more lustful aspect on the conditions of her conception.

Shirley has never gotten to know her powers, well, until now. Even before then though, she has made a name in competitive eating, seemingly having a bottomless pit for a stomach.

Name: Vetra

Also known as: The Librarian of the Forbidden temple, Queen of Egypt, The Goddess of the Fate

Age: "I only know I'm younger than the others, but older than some of them."

God Aspect: Forbidden Knowledge and Fate

Personality: Curious, a romantic, and quite easily distracted. she is constantly bored unless she is around Goehearth, because she can't read or predict him at all.

Parents: Solaria and Lunus

Sexuality: Straight Female




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Weapon: Gauntlet of Wisdom Vetra wears a collection of jewelry on her right hand that when combined make a gauntlet of great power. The power of the gauntlet gives power to the age of her target, be it inanimate or an organism. This can degrade or kill obstacles or build walls in areas, depending on how she wants it to age.





Motive: Find the other gods, have a word with Death, and follow Goehearth.

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Name: regales

Also known as: The muse, culture giver, master of rainbows

Age: 183,000

God Aspect: Art

Personality: Known as an eccentric thinking that the world is beautiful and meant to be enjoyed. He can easily be mistaken for hedonistic but he believes in the enjoyment of life, not in the pursuit of fulfilling all of one's desires to excess.

Parents: born from the desires of beauty

Sexuality: hetero

Form on Earth:

True Form:

Powers:
*Inspiration: He is known as the muse for good reason, he is able to use a fusion of colors and calm to inspire people to do great things from creating a great piece of art or give them an epiphany of their true selves.
*Flow of the world: His connection to art and inspiration allows him to dance as well and when in a confrontation he is able to avoid blows with such elegance and grace it is like he is dancing with his attacker. He can avoid most blows and even shock those around him to inspiration.
*Rainbow mimic: He is able to pull out his hair and create colorful copies of himself each with their own aspect of a humans personality. He is able to use all known and even unknown colors to create mimics with personalities matching their colors. Example if he pulls out a yellow mimic they will be scared, a red one will be an angry mimic and so on.

Weapon: known as the staff of art it is a blunt force weapon allowing him to disarm others and use his graceful movements to their fullest.

History: He believed in mankind, that is probably the best-known thing about him. As other gods may have spit and become angered at the humans he saw them as children running around and making childish fights. He never hated them for he saw in each of them the capacity to do the greatest good if they were nurtured properly. He was born from the intense desires of people wanting to become beautiful or create beautiful things. At first he was considered the patron of women as they made the effort to make themselves more attractive to men and find their mates but later on he was the patron to artistry as a whole.

He himself was actually the Norse god Kvasir, he was the god of inspiration who's blood was made into heavenly mead and while he didn't like using his blood he was able to spread inspiration to a point. When his time as a Norseman was over He watched as great men sought out Inspiration and beauty in the world. He helped those who inspiration and help changing the world through a gorgeous piece of art that changed the perspectives of all who saw it.

History: None may know this but he was the one who inspired the most artistically driven peoples in human history. One noticeable instance was how he was able to help Leonardo and Michelangelo to create beautiful pieces of art that withstood the test of time. He cried when they died for they were precious children that died to soon. When he was exiled from heaven he was not sad for he saw it as an opportunity to make the humans see that art is wherever one can find it and even bad art is still art. He began his journey to look for artists that can continue making world changing art.

While he found it difficult to get used to his physical body he was able to use it well in his travels and none have recognised him and if they did it was only as a wanderer without a name or a man that helped those that were struggling to find the beauty in anything in the world. If someone wished for a sign that the world wasn't so bleak he would be their and providing the inspiration for them to go on.

Motive: He wishes to continue his search for humans that can change the world and create art that will inspire the world to great culture.

Name: Hiyori Kozlovsky

Gender: Female

Age: 23 Years Old

Parent: Yoko Harukichi (Human) + Amos (God)

Powers:
Divine Strength: Like Father, like daughter; Hiyori's strength is that well beyond the average demi-god with capability of even making some gods start to sweat in an arm wrestling match, excluding her father.
Divine Heirloom: There is something about Hiyori's sword that seems magical. It never dulls, cuts through things like butter, and seemingly indestructible.

Backstory:
The story of how the Demigod of Valor came to be starts back in post-World War II. Yoko Harukichi's father was an officer for the Imperial Japanese Army and following their defeat, he was one of the many Japanese that were captured and put to work by the Soviet Union at the time. Several years of hard labor had passed grueling but to Yoko's father, he had nothing else in life with his family perishing in the nuclear denotation of Hiroshima. When his release finally came, he did not have the courage to return to his homeland and settled in Russia as close as he could get to Japan, Vladivostok. There, he married and produced one daughter before his early death from illness.

Hiyori's existence came to be when a chance encounter had occurred between a second generation Japanese immigrant had encountered a mysterious man. A drifter, he was only passing through Moscow where he managed to meet and bed Yoko Harukichi. It was one night but that was all it took for Yoko to become impregnated and set to be married the following week, Yoko became worried about the repercussions of her one night of unfaithfulness. Although considered disrespectful, Yoko remained silent about the affair and married the man, Ivan Kozlovsky, anyway. When it became obvious Yoko was pregnant, the claim was made that she was bearing Ivan's child and went ahead with the pregnancy. To her relief, the child came out blond, just like the father.

Growing up in her childhood and adolescences, Hiyori always had a wild side to her, something that Ivan always believed to have given her. She was tough, almost ruthless, with a hot-temper to match and all those attributes added up to her constantly getting into fights and scraps with the other kids, winning every fair fight and even most of the unfair ones. She had a reputation that was well received in her city and despite being well liked, her relationship with her parents was quite dysfunctional. From the very beginning, Hiyori had always felt like something was off, like some secret was being kept from her. Both her parents had just this aura of really pissing Hiyori off all the time and none so much as her father. Needless to say, this strained their relationship quite a bit, so much so, that when the time came for Hiyori to live independently, she left the country.

Hiyori did not take much with her but she did take something her mother insisted on her keeping. Her grandfather's sword, which was passed down to Yoko. There was a time when Yoko wanted to donate that sword to a museum in Moscow and she almost did. However, the man she had an affair with had discovered the sword and had been very appreciative of it in particular. Yoko did not know why but she felt the urge to keep it there after. With Hiyori, the spawn of that man leaving, she felt it was suspiciously fitting that she hand the heirloom off to her oldest daughter before she left.

Hiyori lived some time in Japan finding work first as a bouncer to some club before her talents of beating the shit out of people were noticed by more "off the beat" types. A smaller syndicate of organized criminals recruited her as muscle for their operations. She was taught a few things but most importantly how to wield her heirloom. This lifestyle had Hiyori believing there was promise, like it was her calling, but a few years and she feels the itch to leave. There is something more out there and she isn't going to be some glorified body guard for the rest of her life.

Motive:
A true Ronin, Hiyori has never really felt comfortable settling down but constantly seeks something in this world. Her life so far has felt unfulfilled as if there is some hidden purpose for her in this world.

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Name: Christopher Redfield
Age: 26
Parents: Amy Redfield & Cyl'Nyarlith

Powers:
Resurgent Magecraft - Magic was almost erased from the world. But now that the key has turned, magic is returning. Christopher is one of the first generations of magi to wield this powerful force again. Being a Demi-god with the heritage of Cyl'Nyarlith, he is more attuned to magic and its many aspects. Yet magic has died, which means that the magic harnessed by most these days is solley gained through dangerous trial and error. Simply put, modern day magic is young and barely scratches the surface of what it can truly do.

Ancient Magecraft - Many ancient civilizations carried remnants of old ways of magic. Druids attuned themselves closely to nature. While Native American shamans worshipped their ancestors. Each old civilization has a path of magic. The longer the civilization's dominion, the more complex and far-reaching they became. For ordinary magi, trying to uncover these secrets would require one to dedicate their lives to study dead languages, ancient glyphs, and half-forgotten legends. However, Chris has an insight into the functions of these old ways of magic. When he sees the glyphs, he can understand the magic they talk about. Even if he does not understand the language itself. The more he understands though, the more his insight will show him. Either way, having almost immediate access to long-forgotten magic easily put him another step above most other magi.

Backstory: Born from the lab assistant Amy Redfield and Cyl (in the form of a very wealthy doctor), Chris was born quite obviously out of wedlock. His mother refuses to talk about the night or the person Chris would call father. Be it destiny or a sick version of luck, Chris held an interest in the magical. Even as a young boy he read and wrote stories about dragons and other fantastical creatures. Most boys would add a valiant knight but not Jacob. He added wizards and mages. As he grew older, his love for the mysterious and the impossible continued to grow. Until he got into High School. Reality forced Chris to abandon his love of mythicism. Stepping in the footsteps of his mother, he wanted to get into Pre-Med, then Med School to finally became a medical researcher.

He carried this new dream all the way until he was supposed to enter Med School. He truly wanted to but one warm summer night changed everything. A spark, in between his hands, changed everything. A spark caused by the newly returning magic. Chris' ancient love for all that's mystical returned. He dove into books, website and talked to people only. Most of them were fake. But when he found someone who managed to make a spell, he tried it out instantly. The spell worked from the first go.

He threw away his future as a researcher and instead began to travel the world. When you could do magic, getting money became a lesser concern. He visited those who he strongly thought to be like him. Capable of practicing magic. He also went to places of ancient civilization. Amongst the newly resurgent Magi, Christopher is a bit of a figure. Some even call him the Archeologist because he often delves in ancient knowledge to bring back old spells.

Motive: Christopher wants power. More specifically he wants magical power. Maybe first to make a group of cultists, but what then? Rulership wouldn't be that many steps away. Not with magic.

Opinions: Even though he suspects it, so far Christopher does not know with absolute certainty that Gods exist. However, he never met anyone who is a demi-god or god.

Name: Delthrael (God name), Marius Delkara (Human name)

Also known as: Lord of Change, The Usurper, Lord Alternius

Age: Unknown. Looks to be early thirties.

God Aspect: Change

Personality: Unknown

Parents: Solaria and Lunus

Sexuality: Straight.

Form on Earth:



The most common look Delthrael assumes is that of a blonde and blueeyed man. Though he usually can change these things and generally adds inhuman appearance traits such as large batlike wings.

True Form:

A glowing orb. Depicted in the hand of his human form.

Powers:

Power Seize: Delthrael reaches out and grabs another god or godlike entity and steals one of their powers and replaces it with the power he currently have in stored in this 'slot'. Current power is: Demon fantasy. It creates a peaceful and illusional scenery around him which conceals him. The scenery resembles their old home in the heavens. This power was originally used by the god of dreams, but was taken from him during a battle when the god of dreams had succumbed to evil and nightmares had taken him over. Delthrael then used said power back on him so he was lost in it, being unable to shatter the scenery he fell into his own dreams and fell into a dormant state. In order to use Power Seize, Delthrael needs to touch and hold the being involved for a certain period of time. Like a long unwilling handshake, a grapple from behind, a chokehold or otherwise pinning the target. The being in question can still avoid getting into Close Contact with him, or break free from his grasp, use their own Power to get free or otherwise just attacking him outright. (For IC matters it is up to each player behind the characters to decide if they want this to succeed or not. Despite being a god, there will be no godmodding.)

Great change: He may alter himself to give him claws, musculature, fur, tail, wings, larger limbs and so forth. Altering his physical appearance to whatever he desires, ranging from humanoid appearances to monster or animals. Delthrael may also change the earth under him. Raising or lowering the elevation of the very earth. He may also use the earth as a weapon, creating jagged peaks of earth and stone or form enourmous large hands from them to slam someone inbetween them or under them. A kind of extreme earth manipulation. And lastly he may also change the temperature in either direction to extreme degrees.

Seized power: Delthrael may use the power he has stolen to its full effect. Demon fantasy.

Weapon: Reversal Blade. His weapon, a sword. Capable of redirecting another god's power towards the direction of his chosing. He would ofcourse need to be aware of said power and it would have to be something that wouldn't be physical.

History: Delthrael was one of the first born of the Sun and Moon. He often promoted change within the heavens and saw the earth as a good thing. He did not promote or reject the defilement some of the gods did to it. For change was inevitable, more inevitable than death for the mortals.

Though it did not mean he was completely emotionless. He knew that sorrow, happiness and all other manner of emotions that mortals and god would feel could change every now and then. Yet time did not wait for anyone and thus one had to endure and look ahead wherever that would be. It may have been due to Delthrael's desire to change, that caused Desious to banish all of them from heaven. To allow a new age to begin.


History: Delthrael initially was displeased having been removed from the heavens and being unable to use his powers to change things himself. But in time came to accept this change. He was after all the lord of change himself, he knew that the world was changing around him and he too had to change.

He knew that spending time with humans over a longer period of time would only get in his way. They lived so short lives, whereof he himself was immortal. Life was truly not fair. Not even death was fair now that he thought of it. Death had him exiled. To spend the long time of his exile he found himself listening to human stories and reading books. He did not partake in any large wars or conflicts which were reserved for humankind to fight. Though he was prone to step in and beat people up when someone truly needed aid.

Delthrael mostly sat and tried to keep himself busy with all the many books these humans had written. They could entertain him for ages. He also got a fine glimse into the human minds, and also it came to change him. He became more ambitious and began to ponder on what he would do would he ever have his powers back.

The world of the gods needed another change, and he would be the one to bring it into motion.

Motive: First off. He would thank Desious for the experience. Second. Delthrael intends to steal Desious command of the realm of the dead and then condemn him into an exile akin to how he has experienced for his crimes against his fellow gods, despite the best of intentions. Then find a way to turn all gods mortal.

To show them that nothing is truly eternal. Not himself. Not them. Not even the very universe itself. If he is destined to become the overgod so be it.

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Opinions [+]

Desious: "Desious, he whom loved the humans more than his own kind. A being of order and duty, yet at the same time knowing that change was needed. Thus he saw me exiled alongside the others. An action I've pondered on for a long time and came to understand in time. To serve the world, one must know the world. I exist to bring change, and change is coming for you Desious. I shall liberate you from your burden and claim your place. Thank you for showing me what I need to change. Everything."

Amos: "Brother Amos, who stood guarding the gates of our old home. Seeking to stop any whom sought to change the heavens, but he did not know that change will always come. He stood by the gate when the one who threw him out stood behind him. His heart is in the right place, but his mind is not."

Fiala: "The mischevious child, as I would call her. Few are those in the heavens which possessed the same sweet poisoned charm as she did. The irony that she would be thrown out of her home aswell. Such good fortune and luck indeed. The thought does amuse me."

Hiraga: "Few loved the humans more than sister Hiraga, she was the goddess of balance. But a goddess infatuated only in humans and not her fellow gods, could she truly be called a proper goddess of balance? Change may come to her."

Goehearth: "Brother Goehearth, he whom brought chaos and destruction. A thing needed for change, no matter how tragic death can be or how much one may miss or mourn the fallen. Change requires action. In that he is not lacking."

Stjerne: "The king of the stars above. A creator at heart. Yet his heart does not seem to lie in creating things for others but for himself. Like a builder of a monument who wishes to perfect it only to gaze upon it himself."

Zencrux: "The great storm. The son of Hiraga. A child with more power than he should have at his call. He however has his role to play. As do we all."

Cyl: "Is it mad to grant mortals one of the gifts of the gods? Or be it mad to exclude them from it? Who can tell. Sometimes changing the rules can make a game more enjoyable. Cyl is a chaotic element. Yet also still a Child."

Huseror: "Those whom crave the darkest of powers are doomed to forever get lost in it. The god of darkness is a tyrant, and one whose blind to his folly. Yet even so, the strongest light is the one holding back the vast darkness. So for the sake of change he is to play a role. God of darkness, things are indeed coming to change but not the way you believe it."


Vetra: "Some say fate can be cruel. But there is no such thing as fate. Only occurances lining up to specific moments. There is more than just one future. The path leading there may change many times. The future has not yet been written. She may change her view in time."

Regales: "Most gods have some form of use. This one does not. He solely seems to be."

Iratze: "The Messenger of the gods. If I ever need to send a clear message to my kind. I shall remember to let her play her part."

Golkai: "The god of war. He whom exist for conflict. A needed part for the everchanging World is war. But do you have what it takes to wage the war necessary to change things for the better for the World and yourself both?"

Galviere: "Your aid is seldom given, when it is however it has grand results. I may need your assistance with a couple of things. If you however tip the jug too much in one direction, I will have to change your mind or body."

Name: Golkai (God name), Lucius Elium (Human name)

Also known as: The god of war, Lord of battles, Lord Clash

Age: Unknown

God Aspect: War

Personality: Meet him IC to find out.

Parents: Solaria and Lunus

Sexuality: Straight but leaning towards Asexual. (Hes actually Warsexual if that's even a thing)

Form on Earth:



True Form:



Powers:

Relocate forces: Golkai may relocate himself and also his army to any location he desires. He is unable to fly on his own so usually when with his army he'll sit in a chariot or letting some of them carry him on a couch or throne.

Summon winged champion (Empowering his banner): Golkai summons the champion of the army, a warrior much stronger than any of the others. Unlike most of the warriors he does have a name some may remember. Garvus. He much like the other warriors do not truly die but is sent back to the limbo in which they all dwell Before being summoned forth.

Horn of victory: The god of war may inspire his troops and all fighting on his side with this horn. Strengthening their resolve to fight their enemy at the best of their abilities.

Weapon: Banner of command: Golkai summons forth an army of claylike flying warriors from the limbo, wielding Spears, Shields, swords, bows and driving chariots, their flesh being akin to clay but is made of some material not found on Earth. They've otherwise be able to move and fight like humans, they are however more like golems than actually living things. They fight quite well though and would decimate even the strongest human army since they've do not have weak vitals like a heart or brain. And would they be slain, Golkai can just summon them again. In a sense it is a endless army. They've do however need some time to meld back together in limbo Before they can be summoned again to be of any use.


History: The god of war during his time in heaven was highly impatient and sometimes went other gods on their nerves with his walking back and forth. He was always on the lookout for a reason to cause a battle. Even for fun he would split his army in two and have them fight each other usually letting some other god give commands to the other part of the army where they would move.

History: During the exile of the gods, Golkai found himself wondering where his army went and why they didn't answer him. Abit troubled but not fully discouraged he set forth and had himself involved in many wars, often joining in on the side of the underdog. More things to actually fight and kill.

Not driven as much by the lust for blood or actually killing, Golkai is driven by the feeling of war. The smell in the air, the chaotic scene of forces clashing and feeling of potential doom. It is what made him feel more or less godly, more like he was alive. Despite fully knowing that these humans never possessed the power to kill him. While he did value individual character efforts in the wars such made from various champions, it was not what decided wars in his own view of it. It was strategy.

Motive: He wants to find Death and complain to him about having taken his powers away but then forgive him and tell him of the fun he has actually had in causing all these wars.

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Amos: "Heh. Amos is Amos. The same serious face as always, standing guard and thinking a lone man is what wins a war. -I- know that what wins wars be armies and leaders."

Desious: "That sneaky god of death, I have sent many human souls his way during the exile. So did your work labor get any less? Hah hah hah!"

Fiala: "With abit of luck you can go far indeed. With a large army you can go further. She's a lovable little thing though."

Hiraga: "Oh the great protector! Give me a break! I've done more for balance than her! I even pick the weak side to fight on to make sure theres never an end to fighting."

Goehearth: "The goal isn't to kill everything since then there is nothing left to fight. And that's boring. Goehearth is however more fun than Amos."

Stjerne and Zucrux: "Huh. Whose which of those pair again? I cannot recall spending time with either of them. Then again someone creating stars ain't fun."

Cyl'Nyarlith: "I really don't like that guy. He is a he right?"

Huseror: "Arrogant bastard. Think you can take me on? You and -what- army? Gah hah hah!"

Vetra: "Was it fate that saw you end up in Goehearth's lap? Such cruel fate or should one call it luck eh Fiala?"

Regales: "Who?"

Iratze: "The lil Buzz. Not that bad unless sent by a killjoy."

Delthrael: "This guy is something else. What is he up to really?"

Galviere: "If I would ever need aid personally I might just give her a single thought. What was her name again?"

Name: Galviere (God name), Kalaria Sum-Sayat (Human name)

Also known as: Goddess of aid, The helping hand, Lady favor,

Age: Unknown, seems to look like shes 18. One of the youngest of Solaria and Lunus.

God Aspect: Aid

Personality: Meet IC.

Parents: Solaria and Lunus

Sexuality: Asexual

Form on Earth:



True Form:



Powers:

Bestow power: This increases the strength of said target to godly power. It can be cast on a person or a weapon. She may also use it on herself abit reluctantly. It can only be granted to one being at a time, and it may also be taken away at any given moment if she deems it fitting. If cast on a person it makes them physically stronger and tougher, able to physically compete with gods. If cast on a weapon it makes it stronger, even if the weapon already is of godly Power.

Remove affliction: Galviere removes any ill affecting the target creature or object. She may use it on herself aswell. This Power may be used often and in quick succession.

Gift of the gods: She bestows the gift of immortality to a non-god entity. This is the rarest gift given. It has only been given very few times in existance, those whom received it in past were demigods before the exile. During the exile however she lost this Power and the demigod which had it died. She may only use this on one being at a time and may take it away at any point if deemed required.

Weapon:
Sword of need: Galviere's sword does not grant her any specific power but it may be lent to others and in the hands of a mortal, demigod or god it may prove a weapon sufficient to kill a god or godlike being if it is also bestowed with further power. She may call this weapon back to her if whomever wielding it no longer needs it according to her, or deserves to wield it that is.

History: She lent her aid in creating things in the world, but also in destroying it. She is very much like a being of balance but leaning more towards good than evil. Her original purpose was to serve as an assistant, an aid if a god was weary or needed to be replaced such as Amos. She was the goddess whom the poor and ill prayed to, so in a sense she was also a goddess of healing aswell as offering Power to those who needed it. She was often present during godly meetings unless someone was in high need of aid which required her to be absent. The other gods would likely see her as a sort of school nurse who treat the injured no matter who they are. Desious and Huseror are excluded ofcourse.

History: Galviere went into exile even within the earth, chosing to take only human women alongside her for the men would crave her but would ultimately not be placing their hands on her due to her still being powerful. Galviere spent most of her time with female humans in small tribal communities which found enjoyment in the small things in Life. She lived in Close relation with nature and often planted new seeds to grow new trees and plants whenever she harvested some to make medicine. She was sometimes angered at Desious for relieving her of her Powers, as she wanted to help as many as she could. Would Galviere have had her will in things none would ever get sick or die painfully. Her time on Earth did change her into being more saddened and as a result more resentful towards Desious. She doesn't think she can find it in her heart to forgive him, but at the same time it is not her Place to pass judgement on him. She would leave that for someone like Amos.

Motive: Galviere wants to return to the heavens to get it back under control for the wellbeing of all the worlds. She felt slightly helpless during her time on the earth and that feeling did anger her. So she bears some resentment towards Desious.

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Opinions [+]

Galviere doesn't have a specific favorization of any of the gods. She does however want to remain a goddess. So in that sense she does bear some resentment towards Desious whom took her Powers from her. Aswell as towards Huseror who she deems to be a dangerous threat to not only herself and the Earth but also to their godly Powers.