'A Mother's touch is a precious thing.'

Silecatus is a nimble figure with the body of a female human. Her frame is fragile as she is not one of physical strength. She stands tall however, just over seven feet while her smooth grey skin is akin to porcelain in texture, and shows no imperfections. Her nature is reflected upon her face, impassive and without features, while her horns are symbol of her will- Strong and absolute. Silecatus speaks and sees from her mind. Her voice is a soft breeze full of sweet nothings or a mighty tempest full of rage. On the rare occasion that she would be dressed, her choice would be that of a long, draping white gown etched with a myriad of patterns.

Any mortal creature with a weak mind who happened to chance upon her, would find themselves drawn to her. Her whispers soft and inviting and slowly, like a spider, she would ensnare them with her honeyed words till they became food for her children. Such is the way of a monster.

Silacetus is a creature of nature, twisted by beauty of her own desires. Such beauty is seldom known to others, for not every creature can be a mother. The aches and pains of such entitlement are only known to such a precious few. Little ones are the ultimate pinnacle of a union between partners, to be treated with love and care till the end of days. A mother only asks for affection from her offspring in return, what would be better than that?

If such affection can not be received then only pain awaits, endlessly without abandon. Silacetus only craves children who will listen, who only care about what can serve her to fulfillment. She can be kind and caring, or destructive and cruel in a moments notice. She desires more for herself and to a lesser extent, her children. She has little qualms about what is right and wrong in the world, she simply exists to fulfill her own goals and desires, no matter what the cost is.

Silectus is a mother to her core, but not to man that ploughs the fields, or the beasts who walk the land, nor to the creatures of the water. She is a mother to monsters. Her children are the ones who prey in the darkness of the night, of long forgotten places and in the nightmares of man. She can create any type of creature, whether small or large, with tusks or fangs, claws or hooves and imbue them with precious life. They are hers by right, she brought them into the world, and she can surely take them out. Her limitations are time, the smaller a creature is the quicker she can create it but the larger one is, the longer it will take. Such creatures can also turn on her albeit rarely, or follow a different god entirely if influenced. She also requires a dark place to work, away from the prying eyes of the sun.

4: Killing single mortals with a thought is easy. Combusting a man by looking at him? making fungus slowly grow in his lungs by willing it? Giving someone a moderate mental illness? all with just the will? Yes. Making monsters relating to your power is easy, sometimes you do it accidentally.

If you already could make creatures: you may, without even meaning to, make sentient, humanoid complex creatures with certain personality traits already engrained. Desinging monsters up to 20 feet high now is an days job. True complexity escapes you still, but you could easily copy another creatures features and add it to your current project. It may take a couple of days: cases may vary.

Powerful, but subtlety escapes you. Your power re actively just goes for the worst damage it can inflict, or most beneficial if you don't take time to delicately focus it.

BEASTLY NATURE

Whenever a monstrous sentient race appears, you have a 50% chance to immediately gain one as an mortal agent. If their race dies or hunted to near extinction then you lose this agent.

WE ALL HAVE FAVORITES

Your creations instinctively know who your mortal agents are. Mortal Agents who reach AVATAR, FANATIC, or PROPHET levels can telepathically communicate and command your creations at will. Allowing them to be feilded together in events.

COMPULSIVE THEOCRACY

The more dominant your creation become, the more well known and wide spread will your religion become. Specifically due to your imagery and religion warding them off from sentient prey. At EXTREME levels of population, they give the native populace a bonus to their defense...if they favor you.

DIVERSITY

The more diverse the race of a sentient populaces is, the higher your mortal agent recruitment is. You gain a tiny chance to get HYBRIDS races as your agents, whom will have random beneficial traits.

The Lesser God Who Does Not Exist- No relations. Doesn't even know they exist.

Zhystkrexas, the Corrupter- With or without him, Silecatus knows that he is a threat to the well being of the universe. And to her grand plans, but she admires him regardless. A true monster after her own heart, and one she would make a deal with if only for her advantage.

Merlí- Doesn't know much about him to have any sort of relation.

Kozo- A creature apart from herself, full of love and compassion that alludes her understanding. Love is to be loved, to be cherished by those lesser then you. Compassion is only mercy or to gain power over another. Regardless, Silcatus only sees Kozo as lesser then herself, a child of sorts with the mentality of a pet.

Feh'Orah- A God she cares nothing for. His wants and needs involve humans, creatures she only sees as a food source and to a minor extant, a tool. She would rather flood the world the her monsters, simply to deny him the pleasure of interacting with mortals after his own heart.

He appears to those who are unaware of the true nature of the beast as a living idol. A perfect human being as they believe it, often seeing him as a man befitting the role of a chief of the desert tribes. The aspects they value most exemplified within him, a paragon of their own hopes and dreams to what they desire to be. For it is not his power to change himself, no rather it is his power to change how others see him. Dressed in finery of gold with a body of a worthy of worship, regally moving with the power and awe, the splendor of a true god-king to be envied and admired.

But to those who wish to see him for what desire truly is, for those who desire truth, they shall see him for what he is. A smiling devil with twisting horns which flow like hair around him. Sharp teeth and fangs, a gaunt face like a skull and hollow eyes with which he eats your very being. Though dressed in his robes and finery, he is nothing more but a skeletal terror as his ribs are visible against his open robe. That is the true nature of desire. The insatiable hunger that consumes you, and though you may eat, there is nothing to show for it. Life becomes meaningless, and you are nothing more than a walking corpse: Empty.

Zhystkrexas, the corrupting influence of it all, that which dwells with the deepest reaches of the mind. Patient, devious, and cunning, an immortal who uses immortality best of all to sow the seeds of his grand design for the harvest. How many seasons shall he wait until his bounty becomes full and rich? But starve yourself completely waiting for the harvest to come? Why not feast on the spoils of another? Oh yes reap what is yours, but also devour the yields of others. let them savour their small victories, their piecemeal battles, let them dine upon their riches and let their praises be pleasing to their ears. Let all their plans align and designs unfold to their whim, but in the end it matters not. For when the crops are ready to be harvested, the locusts shall come to eat it all. And so this is why perhaps of all the evils in the world, Zhystkrexas is most despised, for he leeches off the work of others, and dares to manipulate even his peers as he would mortals.

Such is he who hungers. A façade of benevolence over a pit of pure malice, a voice so tempting, so pleasing to hear from a true cosmopolite, and yet beneath the veil a ravenous fiend. It is his hand that feeds, and also he that bites the hands that feed, and those that he fattens to feast upon. Nothing can sate him for he is hunger, and he shall lead you to consume yourself before he consumes you, both physically and spiritually as he devours your flesh and captures your soul. And once he has led you down the path, he shall take deepest pleasure in devouring your envious eyes, your lustful heart, your prideful tongue, your wrathful limbs, your greedy mind, your gluttonous gut, and your weary head.

And why does Zhystkrexas do this? For it is his nature. He hungers. He is hunger. Though his kingdom is plenty, he is the starving lord who eyes upon the kingdoms of others. In time, he shall consume them, and then when there is nothing left to be consumed, he shall be forced to consume himself.

Ravenous Mind:
The Devouring King exemplifies not a strong physical force nor magical one amongst his peers, but do not mistake this for weakness for his powers lie elsewhere. While he is merely slightly stronger than the average paragon mortal, and commands arcana within reach of the most learned of mortal magi, His unique power lies in his ability to bring out the worse in things. His presence is toxic, changing the very essence of beings and non-beings. It is his hand which cultivates the seed of desire, the primal shard preexisting, tending it to become an overgrowth that bursts through the nature of a thing. His work is to accelerate the inner hunger, the rest comes naturally as torment ends with feeding and overfeeding. Yet satiation never happens, and so indulgence becomes wickedness, carnal desires feasting upon morality, and moral desires feasting upon carnal needs. No one is safe from his abilities, to woo and tease out the hopes and dreams of a person, then taint them into a twisted reality. Where the pleasure may never end, but all meaning to it is lost.

Dark Contracts:
While it is with this psychic force that the Corrupter eats away at the will. Appearing as he would to mortals in a form they find desirable by dulling their beliefs in anything but to conceal the truth of his horror. But this illusionary self-delusion is merely a front for the true abilities he possess in the form of his magical contracts that taint reality with unyielding fantasy. It is his contracts which create kings out of men who lust for power, and scholars out of men who long for knowledge. Those who crave wealth find their coffers filled by the connections the Corrupter creates, and those who seek the pleasures of flesh shall find it so. By the magic of his magical contracts innocently offered to drag them deeper into their obsession, the shrewd negotiator can make those fantasies come true at a price. Already they have had their freedoms taken from them by his invisible chains, to sign a pact with him was undeniable.

Bound Soul:
And with these contracts, he may tap into the power of those poor souls, sealed away in their personal heavens but bound to be squeezed and abused at his pleasure. They who are trapped in an endless dream, but tormented in the same nightmare, used to lull another unsuspecting victim. He may channel the powers to seemingly warp reality to his desires, but ever able to twist the wishes of others. Take for example a man who wishes to be a king, but to do so would need to raise an army to raise a coupe. An army would be offered, perhaps summoned by the magic-users eternally bound by his contract or even comprising of fallen warriors who have sealed their future in the past. And the price for a regicidal army would be the future king's own soul. A bargain that the wise would be so wary, but the cunning would attempt to outwit. Nevertheless, when under the influence of desire, both wisdom and cunning become a hubris. And by the Corrupter's whim and will, that was so easily gained becomes so easily lost. So a collection of lost souls the Corrupter gains, each trapped in their own prisons of eternal paradise. Such is his title, for he rules his subjects within their own kingdoms.

Myriad Forms:
A thousand faces for the lord of hunger. Taking on the various forms to better serve his function. While not omnipresent, he is able to perfectly assume the form of anything he desires, blending in innocently in the world of mortals as whatever he pleases to corrupt them. Perhaps the form of a shrewd merchant to broker a trade between two parties and swindle both sides, or that of a song bird chirping sweet whispers in the ear of a honest man to drive him into deceit for the things he wants most. For hunger is in everyone, just as every atom holds an innate drive to sate their needs, so too does hunger take the form of everything.

Name
Merlí

DOMAIN
N/A

Appearence
A pale figure that is often wrapped in a fine woven robe giving him a modest look despite the exquisite fabric used. The hood on his robes are usually pulled up that hides his face, with it maybe being the reason for his light skin or perhaps for protecting his fair complexion, he only takes it off only when needed. It is not surprising that a person like him would have a lithe physique that accompanies his long hair, gleaming in an array of different colorful shades and tints like a rainbow when in contact with just the right amount of light. He gives off the presence of awe that comes from his playful and euphoric attitude that is seemingly ephemeral in the way like the passing of the seasons.

Personality
A curious figure to appear at court who rather seems ill-fit for the duties that would be assigned to someone part of the pantheon. Yet despite this, he at least is suited to be considered at the very least for the various positions that value the talents displayed by him. Perhaps he came to the court for simply the fun of it, which wouldn't be too far-fetched for what people normally expect of him.

His personality isn't what you would consider 'distasteful' compared to the demeanors that other gods may have and how they carry themselves among their peers. Mostly, he stands around bubbly and aloof that often has others thinking less of him, or at minimum a scatterbrain and forgetful. It mostly holds true whenever he is lost in thought, having his attention elsewhere until something interests him. Compared to the dull aspects that are Gods, he prefers the interaction of humans who are much more interesting with what they are capable of doing for themselves. Like those humans, Merlí is a puzzle to figure out as well, seemingly catching things even if he was lost in his thoughts once again. Along with surprising clarity that comes from time to time when he simply feels like it is something needed.

One could call it a mask he wears, dancing between the dichotomy that many overlook for the reputation that he has. Only those who have spent some significant time knowing Merlí would know the changes in his demeanor, but perhaps it would be best left alone.

Powers List

The Eyes that Wanders Beyond (✦):
Perhaps the reason to why the God is always lost in his own thoughts, concerned of matters pertaining to the finer things that these eyes can see. They allow him to see beyond what normal eyes can do even from the perception of other gods, focused on the present rather than the past or future which is usually expected of such an ability. Allowing him to project his sight over immense distances where he doesn't even need to be there or seeing through magical glamour meant to hide something. They can even see the work of conceptual and essential forces doing their task throughout the world as many take them for granted. These while a gift can be also considered a curse that ironically blinds Merlí from the present situation when he has his attention or interest elsewhere.

While the sensitivity of his eyes are not limited to what is currently happening but is perhaps too volatile to see the future or past. Rather than receiving hints, he instead sees everything that could happen or could've been, peering into different timelines and realities that do not pertain to the likelihood of what is possible in his current situation. The ability to see the future is there but instead provides too much information to sort out even with his divine nature accounted for.

In the end, consider the ability to see either the future or past with these eyes impossible.

Knowledge of the Chronicler (✦):
Lacking the ability to peer into the past, Merlí has taken the steps to be involved in the history of mortals to know what has been, it is perhaps another reason to his constant distance he has between others. There is no doubt though that he is a reliable source of knowledge when it comes to what humans do or have done, recording events that have shaken up their history and society. This knowledge is akin to a teacher of history that knows what has been going on in the 5 nations, ranging from major topics to even minor ones that may bloom into something savory. People who are influential in these events are considered to part of his general knowledge that is aware of and watching as they make their moves.

Art of the Magi (✦✦):
Often thought to be contradictory to the nature of Merlí, his studies in the forces that drive magic in this world is sometimes surprising even to his close divine companions. He rarely makes such obvious use of it or flaunting it for others to see his accomplishments, instead preferring to simply watch and understand it. There are many aspects to magic that are perceived by people which he agrees with.

Some call it 'the Art' for its reputation perceived by many as an elite discipline requiring artistry and talent to which he agrees with. For it births the possibility to create wonders of awe and beauty that without it would make the world certainly be much more miserable.Other times it has been called the incarnate of chaos, being a primal and dangerous force that is merciless and destructive in its path when wielded without caution. The final thought is that it can be considered science, knowledge which can only be learned through extensive study, discipline, and hard work that the person goes through. It can be considered akin to progress that drives advancement.

However, in the end, magic is all of those. Depending on who calls upon it shapes it purpose and desires. It can be a beautiful art that enlightens those around, a maelstrom of chaos that destroys, or a discovery that moves the world forward. That is its true nature, a force neutral until given shape and flows throughout the world like a stream of life. It is the ability that represents Merlí's ability to not only control the force that is magic and shape it to his desires but understand its properties. His knowledge at this point is beyond what humanity understands at this point and time by leaps and bounds simply due to his nature that allows him to understand things differently than them. Having this knowledge, he is able to control magic with refined finesse and twist it in ways that only masters could safely pull off along with an immense repertoire of spells to use as well. The more time that is placed into channeling the mystic force allows greater effects to be realized, scaling with his power stat, even simple and quick spells may be effective in combat as bolts of fire or streaks of lightning.

The effects of his magic can replicate many abilities that would fall under the domain of other Gods and effectively be ultimately subordinate to them if they are of greater power than him. To essentials who are representations of what they are would automatically take over the authority of his magic's intended effect should he replicate the element that makes them who they are, however, this is usually due to their immense power over their domain.

Stats

Mortal Affairs:
0 ( - ), There are two types of people: Those who see opportunity and take advantage, and those who forge the opprotunities themselves. For someone like Merlí, it is perhaps surprising he has the initiative to do such a thing but he is capable of acquiring the favor of mortals when needed. There has been a passing of time since his last major interaction with the world, very very few of those who once met him still live, but to remember who he is would be different in their states.

Influence:
-2 (✧✧), Rather unknown to his divine peers as a God who has abandoned trying to keep his rapport with them and the tedious games they play. His appearance to the court is perhaps unexpected for a Stranger who has been ostracized in the politics taking place within the heavens. Even among his group of outcasts, few even know what domain he has claim over or what even his abilities are that makes them his divinity questionable.

Power:
2 ( ✦✦ ) + 1 ( ✦ )

Perks

RELATIONS

Standing at only 3 feet tall and weighing 20 pounds, Kozo is the furthest thing possible from an imposing figure. His voice, high pitched like a child, in combination with his fuzzy appearance is exactly like his personality - soft and lovable. He is very cute looking, and keeps himself as clean as possible. His fur is softer than down pillows, and he has two antennae that serve little purpose other than aesthetics. His tail is prehensile, his wings are capable of carrying twice his body weight and carry him at a speed of 30 MPH.

Nothing about Kozo is dangerous - even his teeth, a far cry from the mighty teeth of a lion that they are based on. They are unable to pierce human skin, and can only tear strips of food and chew.

Love! - Kozo is capable of healing other beings. Anything from plants to gods, Kozo can heal them with the power of Love! Obviously, it cannot heal nonliving things, so broken objects are unable to be repaired with this power. (3 Points)

Kozo Love Nature! - Kozo possesses an intense bond with animals of the world, particularly cats and insects. With this bond, he is able to speak and control animals. This power, however, only effects non-sentient animals, and as such, most mortals are immune to it, as are all gods. (1 Point)

The Mother:
"Mother scare Kozo! Her Munstah's very scary! Still... As long as she nice to the Mortals, Kozo still love... She could be nicer though..." (Doesn't know she is willing to feed mortals to her monsters)

Kingsmaker/Merlí:
He's like the Mortals! Yay! Kozo loves Mortals! Merlí even give them magics - He very nice!

Zhystkrexas:
...Kozo no like very much.