Name:
Iva'Krorh

The white star, Illuminator

Domain:
Knowledge

Appearance:


Realm:
Cy'Lathak, The Library of Eternity

Located far, far, away from civilization at the supposed edge of the world sits Cy'Lathak. A place where all the knowledge of the world supposedly converges and is cataloged, filed away by The White Star. One can reach it without divine guidance, but it is hidden from the world beyond a frigid sea, beyond a primordial forest where vicious, ancient beasts roam, past vicious white storms, all with puzzles and challenges only those with wit and insight could win against. Only those with a true lust for knowledge will ever reach it, and Cy'Lathak will welcome any such person.

In truth, Cy'Lathak itself sits not in the mortal world, but a fracture between it and the void. On the edge of madness and clarity, the precipice upon which all knowledge in the world ends up, eldritch and terrible or otherwise. The entrance is located on a small, frigid island far to the north where the only people Iva has given their temporary patronage live. The entrance is carved into a massive wall of ice that spans the length of the entire island the people call 'The Wall of Hlakth'. Multiple entrances exist within its cavernous, icy walls, but none are so easily accessed. Attempting to scale the icy wall to access the Library will only lead to failure.

The Library itself is a simple, single building for now...but surely, as more knowledge is generated, it shall become grander. History, mortal achievements...scientific discoveries.

(To be updated as it becomes relevant in the RP)

Biography/History:
Iva'Khrorh is about as stable as a nuclear reactor. The god can't help itself, in their constant lust and striving for all knowledge, his sanity seems to have taken a bit of a hit. Perhaps it was never there to begin with. Regardless, they desire one thing, and one thing only. Knowledge above all, no matter what it is or how it is attained. It's view on its siblings, could simply be described as uncaring. If he takes interest in another god, it is surely because he is plotting something.

Iva'Krorh seems to take great pleasure in meddling in the affairs of mortals and other gods, offering them knowledge for a price, or simply seeing what a peasant would do with the power to slay kings. He often simply observes, looking for opportune moments to give people knowledge that would change the status quo. His direct interest however, is difficult to achieve, but if they have deemed something interesting, they will refuse to let it go until they have thoroughly exhausted it.

The only people who currently have the fickle gods interest, is a small settlement upon the frigid Isle that has become known as 'White Dawn'. The people seemed to have been there for quite some time, living in icy huts, running constantly from the beasts that stalked the Lyssian Forest and hunting what meager food and berries they could scrape up. Seeing an opportunity, the god took it.

It gave them knowledge, for a price. It taught them the miracle of fire and basic tools. Needless to say, his interference greatly assisted these people. The price paid? Once every winter, a single person shall attempt making the trek to Cy'Lathak.

None of these people have yet to make it to the mythical Library. The people of White Dawn are near unshakable in their faith, and believe that once one makes the trek, they shall be granted even more knowledge.

Notes:
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Misc:
The village of White Dawn is likely the most advanced of the human cities, with Iva giving them knowledge of fire and basic tools. Whatever they do with that, is entirely up to them.



(More to be updated as the RP progresses)

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Name:
Hayim, The Flower of Life

Domain:
Health

Appearance:
Hayim possesses only a single form, which he uses for every interaction and occurrence. He is by far the smallest god, only standing at 12 inches in height and weighing 20 pounds. He resembles a flower without a stem, the leaves acting as legs while the Anther act as both eyes and manipulators. The space behind the petals can be used to hold items or grow small fruits, which gives Hayim an appearance similar to a hermit crab.



Realm:
Akhuz, The Endless Meadows.

A realm that requires both divine guidance to reach, as well as to leave. To enter, any divine being that has been approved of by Hayim must simply touch another being while walking into any living plant that is large enough to hold the both of them, such as a tree or bush. Akhuz itself is, as it's name implies, an endless expanse of tall grass and flowers. Trees and bushes, which can be used to exit Akhuz in the same method as entering, are liberally sprinkled throughout the realm. These trees are overburdened with delicious fruits, and vegetables or plant matter of nearly any kind can be found within the confines of Akhuz.

Any mortal being that enters inside of Akhuz is instantly cured of all injuries and disease, the most potent and incurable of illnesses or conditions fading away instantly. Beings within need not eat, drink, sleep, or even breath if they do not wish to, but they may do so for enjoyment. Even aging is paused while they reside within Akhuz, leaving normally mortal beings immortal. Leaving Akhuz will not return the diseases or injuries that have been healed (unless they are divine in origin), but the target will be aged based on how long they remained in Akhuz, which could result in instant death.

Beings that reside within Akhuz slowly lose the use of their negative emotions - after a year of time, they will be incapable of getting angry enough to even defend themselves from attack, making permanent residents into pure pacifists. While this effect takes a year for mortals, it could take decades for foreign divine beings, and hundreds for actual gods. Hayim welcomes any into his realm, and regularly sends his own divine beings to search for any who wish to enter.

Biography:
Hayim is one of the younger gods, similar in age to Iva'Khror - but while his sibling had quickly sought after knowledge to gorge themselves on, Hayim is much more inclined to act his age. Hayim rarely acts with any ulterior motives or actions, and he refuses to do anything that would cause another being discomfort. This behavior puts him at odds with his siblings very often, especially the more destructive and malevolent ones. Despite this, Hayim will never directly oppose his siblings plans or activities, as this might hurt their feelings - he might even assist them in some ways, if they ask. He can always find positives in others, and is very fond of compliments (Both giving and receiving). He will regularly heal any and all people he encounters, especially those that were harmed by divine conflicts or intervention, and firmly opposes wars and conflicts among the mortals.

Hayim's childish personality results in him lacking a good understanding of the world around him - he is naive to most things, and his only real goal is to minimize suffering and pain that is experienced in the world. He is easy to frighten, despite the fact that he has incredible regenerative abilities because of his domain and physiology, and loneliness and negative emotions affect him especially well. While residing in Akhuz does help with this weakness, he is one of the few beings in existence that is immune to it's permanent effects, leaving him very vulnerable to mental and emotional damage and abuse - very fitting due to his childlike nature. He is easily excitable, and willing to do anything if it makes even one person happy.

While his willingness to help people is a major driving force, Hayim refuses to do any action, or assist any action, that could result in a sentient beings death. Hayim's extreme fear of isolation and being left alone have resulted in him, despite being one of the youngest gods, having created some of the most divine beings - usually docile animals, such as the Whail and the Rabbird. These divine beings are almost always created to aid mortals in some way, usually by being an excellent source of food or medication. Hayim, mentally, is akin to a young child, with his previously stated lack of understanding of the world being his primary weakness in life. He is very averse to intense thought and activities that require massive investments of time and energy to enjoy, instead preferring simple play and aiding mortals.

Notes:

Misc:
Hayim, like those that reside in his realm, is a pacifist who offers everything to anyone who asks.

Despite the fact that he thinks of himself as a boy, Hayim will not correct others if they address him as a female - perhaps because of the fact that most flowers are hermaphroditic, or because his voice is so high pitch it's an easy mistake to make.

Hayim is very well known, and one of the more popular gods among mortals because of his personality, his "hands-on" style of helping worshipers, and his strong healing abilities/divine beings

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Name:
Dirka, goddess of Magic
The Witch's mistress, the mad lady

Domain:
Magic

Appearance:


Realm:
Realm: The Rift, a domain of pure magic. Labyrinthine corridors lead are it's connections to the mortal realm. It is inhabited by the favorite casters and the constructs she makes. Those with an apt mind can do or create anything at a thought.
Territory: In a mountainous land to the west lies her domain on earth. Many spell casters have lived here, since the beginning of man. The people call it the Teeth of Madness, due to those without magic having a small chance of surviving there, often disappearing, never to be seen again.

Biography:
Personality: Dirka is an intelligent being, always experimenting with magic to create new things. She does however do seem-ably random acts just for the hell of it, and constantly do things that people don't understand. She does have morals and doesn't like really evil things or the miss-use of magic, and often sends the souls of evil casters to a place in the Rift that breaks minds and torments the people that miss use magic. Those that piss her off are likely to have a very bad and/or short life. She loves anything that invents something new. It's the best way to get on her good side.
History: Dirka started out as one of the older gods, and one of the most reasonable. She loved humanity and the planet, and many other things. But as time went on, she slowly lost her mind. Within a century of man's existence, she was as mad as the mad hatter.

Notes:

Misc: She doesn't like warm temperatures.

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Name: Iarus

Father of Lies, Grand Trickster

Domain: Deception

Appearance:



Realm:
Val'dun, the False Mirror

Hidden deep in the Surkesh jungles southwest of the main continent lies the realm of the Father of Lies. Val’dun is difficult to define, its true nature is always shifting depending on the perception of those who enter it. At its core is a circular maze of mirrors surrounded by unnatural mist to obscure the truth from any who seek to pierce through the great lie. There is no throne, no great seat of power here as Iarus simply walks through unfettered observing those he allows to enter.

On its surface however Val’dun takes on the appearance of an abandoned temple hidden within dense foliage of the jungle island. In the deepest depths of this temple lies an single mirror made of imperfect glass which houses many flaws and cracks upon its surface. As Iarus grew in power he discovered that the temple continued to shift and change to fit his whims.

Biography:
Born of the first lie told in creation, Iarus considers himself to be the oldest of his siblings and will often attempt to flaunt this to any and every one in creation. He is quite often skirting around the shadows of humanity, and divinity, twisting and manipulating those he sees for his own ends. Often scavenging the spoils of those fight and die due to his schemes, he is often devising plans to usurp power from other gods.

A jealous and devious god, Iarus is often desiring the power of some of his stronger siblings and will often torment those he deems worthy of his attention. Mortals, while his favorite tools, are seen as just that. He enjoys twisting humanity to his schemes but finds them lacking and real abilities being too weak with lifespans that amount to practically nothing.

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