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The Broken King
Appearance
Since becoming a god, ANYM has shed any remnants of the mortality and humanity he once had save for its most basic shape. His skin has become a segmented grey expanse marred by ancient metals and the technology of old, his face a mask of golden death with the mark of a royalty long since lost floating high above, and eyes twin flames of purest blood. Where ANYM's flesh does not cleave unto itself, there lies coil upon coil of inflamed muscle. Crimson worms that tumble forth to bind the framework of synthetic flesh and artificial bone, undulating with every thrum filled beat of his divine heart. Move downwards from here and one shall find a tattered robe adorned with spikes carrying empty skulls, the memories of a petty conquest having reached its brutal end. Thus is it gone, yet never truly forgotten...
Aspect
ANYM's aspect is MEMORY, that which governs the remembrance of people, places, eras, and things long since lost and forgotten by most. This grants ANYM the power to summon the Chosen, an umbral mockery of the army he led while naught but a mortal king, the Spire, an ephemeral fragment of his former throne made manifest in the present reality, and the Law, the physical embodiment of the memories stolen from the victims of his conquest and thus a terrible weapon indeed. This is not why it is feared, however. Rather, the Law is feared because of what it does when striking or piercing a target. Upon rending flesh and breaking bone, the Law will erase one of the target's memories in order to impart one of its own. These are always hellish in nature, as they are usually the final moments taken from one of the many people either ANYM or those acting in his name have killed, though they can be blocked or removed by those in possession of the proper techniques. Finally, there is Remembrance, which lets ANYM use his aspect to heal the damage he has incurred by recalling the state his body used to be in. This is an imperfect process however, as the wounds will not mend permanently, and will eventually return as the memory of his form before it was broken and bloodied gradually fades.
In taking up this aspect, however, ANYM has also taken its weaknesses upon himself as well. He is no longer capable of remembering anything but the atrocities he's committed and the consequences they had, with even new memories becoming twisted into mockeries most cruel. Food and drink are like unto coal mingled with blood in his mouth, the recollection of their true form forever eluding him, while pleasure has given way to wicked pain.
World
The from which ANYM hails has been forgotten and destroyed, only remembered by the King himself in bloodied bits and pieces. From what little moments of clarity he still has though, it could be said that the planet he came from was a beautiful place once, with deep cerulean seas and verdant grasslands. He vaguely recalls that people like him lived there at some point in time. People with families and lives, hopes, fears, and dreams, albeit not anymore.
He made sure of that.
Race
Human.
Legacy
The details of ANYM's rise are hazy at best, since he's the only one who truly knows what exactly happened and even then his testimony is spotty thanks to the side effects of his aspect. From what has been shared though, it appears that ANYM hailed from one of his homeworld's many noble houses, and used the estate left behind to him by his parents to launch a years long conspiracy to wrest control from the ruler of the kingdom in which his house was situated. To this end he roped the other houses into his scheme, though he eventually betrayed them when all was said and done. After this it appears as though he drastically ramped up the province's military-industrial complex, disbanding the various ranks that were so prevalent and uniting each soldier in his service under one banner and one unified training regime. It was through this that he ensured an unusually high standard of combative excellence amongst his men, one of the many factors that ensured his eventual conquest of the entire world.
Of course this was not nearly enough for the newly crowned king, for despite his ownership of the entire planet via the banner of ruthlessly vast empire he longed for more. Thus did he plumb the arcane and alien ruins of the world in search of artifacts or ancient power, though in doing so he stumbled across a prize greater than anything he could have possibly imagined. A Key of Creation buried in the brow of a statue depicting some long dead god. At first he had no idea what it was, nor any inkling of the power it contained, though he soon learned upon prying it free. When it buried itself within his forehead, ANYM found himself changed and the world he once knew utterly destroyed, fading away into nothing more than a violent memory as he was transported into a different place entirely. Striding out into what he assumed to be the afterlife, as the surge of power granted to him by the key had led him to believe he had died, ANYM was initially lost. Not trusting his surroundings or fellow New Gods, he quickly isolated himself to master his powers and martial his forces over the ensuing years. Eventually ANYM did return to the divine fold, with knowledge of what he was and how things worked to boot, although he still hasn't come to trust the others fully just yet.
In short, he gained the power he sought, but lost everything he'd ever gotten in exchange.
All of it becoming nothing more than a distant memory...
Might
During his mortal life, ANYM was quite the cunning individual, as his overthrow of the reigning sovereignty shows. This is not where his true strength lies, however. Rather, it lies in his capabilities as a strategist and warrior. He was no slouch when it came to melee combat during his mortal years, even going so far as to mix in various hand-to-hand techniques to bolster his already formidable combat ability, and these skills have only been increased following his ascension. Since he exists in a constant state of pain and misery, ANYM is more than capable of shrugging off wounds even other Gods would balk at, though the trade-off for this is his utter lack of on the fly planning. As a matter of fact, one could liken ANYM in a fight to a berserker held in a constant state of rage. His strikes, although powerful enough to cleave through small portions of the corpse-city that is Heaven, are clumsy and leave him vulnerable to counterattack; the martial arts he does rely on lack all manner of subtlety, and his speed--although great--is totally bereft of any and all dexterity. Therefore he will, at most, use extremely ferocious styles that deal high amounts of damage, but never more defense oriented ones. Nor will he utilize his skills to set up ambushes or traps that trigger days, months, or even centuries down the road, and as for dodging...
Well you'd have an easier time killing six billion demons than you would teaching ANYM how to dodge.
Path
ANYM's goal now is as it has always been, that being rule through the iron grip of fear and force. He seeks conquest and nothing more, going so far as to refrain from outright killing his opposition in order to prolong the slaughter on both sides. Ultimately however, his path is a brutal one, stained with the entrails and blood of those who dare stand in his way. He did not forsake everything just to shrink from the usage of his newfound power after all.
