Death (The Mortal Coil)
Césure's domain of Death provides for quite a range of unsightly, ghastly, and tummy-upsetting portfolios. After all, nobody wants to hear that the fun and wonderful party that they've been raving at for their entire lives is coming to a timely end. But that is the sad (or happy, or hilarious, or arousing) truth of existence. Death is, at its core, the fundamental ending of Life. It is a return to form for that which has so miraculously come into its own, so that a continuous cycle of balance and energy and yada yada yada blah blah you've heard all this claptrap before. Point is, Césure's portfolio is that of the fellow who picks up the mortal coils as they slough off of their careworn previous owners. He then takes this essence and gives the best portion of it over the the gods of Life, while keeping a portion for those of Death, and a smaller embezzlement fee for his own good deeds.

Césure can prolong or foreshorten any living being's death, which while not causing or preventing it, is his primary sensation of amusement from existence. His abilities also mean that he has offered up many mortals with some of his more accessible and mundane techniques of toying with the bounds of death, if his whims deemed them worthy. In rare cases, when he Virgule wishes to feel very involved, he can prevent the mortal coil from detaching and cause unDeath. He doesn't tend to do this particularly often, though it isn't difficult, because his zombies are inevitably destined to have their mortal coils torn asunder by the strain which makes them non-cashable tender. Essentially, Césure's undead army of servants would be require him to forego pay on behalf of himself and the other Death gods, would jeopardize the balance and all that boogity woogity, and is just too much of a pain in his ass to warrant doing. He does however grant one fanatical priest unDeath per year, in exchange for favours on Césure's behalf. It's pretty hilarious because most of those favours involve elaborate practical jokes on the servants and attachés of other gods.

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Imagine if one day, you were called up out of whatever backwater non-existent pub you had been lurking in for a few eons, and were given the odious task of dealing with dead, dying, and soon-to-be-dying people, for eternity. Yeah, you'd probably end up the same way as Cés(/keɪs/). Namely, the man is constantly looking for new ways to poke fun at existence itself, and any means he can find of making his job more amusing. He's been at this endlessly, and he tends to go through phases. He'll have to deal with a particularly long war with plenty of prisoners on hand, being tortured, and the amazement on the torturers faces at the seeming endurance of the tormented will be evidence of Cés' hand in things. He's also tried making deaths quick and painless for some, though these are generally people whose story he had been following in the first place and even gave a shit about to begin with.

To describe Cés as arbitrary is to call fire warm, or water damp. The god's only seeming motivator is what will provide the next laugh, chuckle, or bemused observation as he toys with the very mechanics of death itself. He is especially fond of the cults that rise up to worship him, as they seem to do unexpected and surprising things with consistency. As far as inter-god relations are concerned, Cés couldn't care less about them, and tends to view them more than anything with veiled jealousy and bitterness. His duties require his every moment in some capacity, whereas they have so much more freedom. Thus he has a decidedly vindictive streak, especially against the gods of Life, which he mostly can keep hidden when he is forced to deal with them. That being said, Cés' tricks, tasks, and mortal servants are particularly famous for garnering the anger of the gods, usually several at once.

Césure's goals can be summarized as being the amassing of a personal trove of mortal coils to some greater purpose. Every single stolen and scrimped soul is preciously and protectively hoarded somewhere hidden from the eyes of the gods. Whether his actual end is to increase his own power, dominion over the physical world, or gods forbid, some off-brand of undead Disney World, it is unclear that even he himself knows. Much more concrete is Césure's hatred of his obligations and duties, and thus one of his wider goals through whatever means necessary is to break free of his unwilling committal to collect the mortal coils. More than anything, deep within his pale gray consciousness, Césure Virgule wants to be left alone. A sort of soft nihilism sulks behind his every action, and is the prime mover for his actions independent of his godly duties.

On the godly plane, Césure bears an uncanny resemblance to Nathan Fillion, to scale as a matter of fact. It is from this form that he derives his other more general manifestations on his frequent incursions to the mortal plane. A tall handsome man in somber suits, well-groomed but rakish even in middle-age. While he prefers this form, and keeps to it as much as he can, the nature of collecting mortal coils means that Césure makes it a habit of taking on the form of wisp of watery mist that can be mistaken as any number of bodily fluids, as well as his godly beast of choice (a brown rat.) Needless to say, Césure has never been one for big dramatic entrances or exits, and while not trying to be undetectable, prefers to be overlooked when possible.