[CHAR] Lords of Creation: Children of the Flash (always open)

[The Grey Dust]

X

Name: X (pronounced “ecks”) The Voice of the Silent, The Lord of Whispers.
True Name: Apocrypha
Player Name: The Grey Dust
Domains (Portfolios): Knowledge ( Secrets ), Fate ( Mystery )
Alignment: LN

Symbols: A circle with an X, representing something not only disallowed once, but twice over as something truly forbidden. It is also a reference to his namesake.

Symbol of Secrets

Appearance:

To Mortals and Gods:

Appearing to both Mortals and Gods in the same form, X does not differ his appearance to either party. There is nothing to hide from Mortals in his appearance, as it reveals scarcely anything. It is easy to discern X is a God by the otherworldly manifestation, and yet knowing X is a God is meaningless in itself for no one but X knows anything more. A flowing robe conceals his physical manifestation, dissolving the God to little more than a pair of long slender hands emerging from the sleeves and a partial face beyond the veil of eternal mystery. There is no face beyond the lower half of his visage, and in truth nothing beneath the robes.

Personality: A mystic god who challenges the very idea of Omniscience. While it is possible to consider that X is a "fallen" god of knowledge, that is rather than sharing knowledge is the forces which obscures them, there are things which even the Gods themselves cannot answer perhaps of their own creation or the world before anything. It is the spirit of mystery and obscurity itself which awakened to manifest as X in moments after the Flash, for it existed long before the moment and the question was asked.

Being the essence of such, X is cryptic and indirect, and yet welcoming to those who seek him. A paradoxical combination which makes it difficult to understand X's motives and agenda, as befits a god of secrets. While it can be assumed since he is the progenitor of obscurities, would it be safe to say he is Omniscience incarnate, choosing to selectively censor and edit information as needed? In truth even X does not know and seeks to know, for the duality of his role is to also encourage others to seek the hidden truth even as he may conceal it. Which explains the nature of his paradox.

X is both a blessing and a curse, a curse for those who would fight against him to reveal who is plotting against them, but also a blessing to those who would seek to conceal a secret plot. Yet X is often receptive to bargains, for one block lifts the other, and perhaps a secret that is shared will create another in return. Thus the web of secrecy grows, and his Portfolio shall continue to expand. Much to his appeasement.

Dogma: If there was a Dogma for X, only X knows it and he has yet to share it. Some interpret his mantra to be to guard secrets, and protect the sanctity of the arcane. Others suggest the opposite, that is, to seek out truths and uncover secrets to revel in knowing the esoteric. As such the teachings of X are to be taken in either fashion, depending on the school of thought, as perhaps in truth X may encourage the constant struggle between two opposing ideas as a means to stabilize the flow of secrets and knowledge.

[Fubsy]

The Shepherd of Souls

Muorival

Player Name: Fubsy

Domains (Portfolios): Death [Souls], Community [Guidance]

Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Symbol(s): A torch/lamp, marigolds, owls, shepherd's crook; the crest of Muorival is of a torch being carried in the talons of an owl.

Appearance: Though Muorival's form on the mortal plane varies, there are three shapes she mainly uses: a peasant child in an owl mask, a great owl roughly the size of a bear, and an elderly, blind woman in a cloak with a lamp. Her true form is that of a tall, bald, ebony woman with multiple arms draped in mist-like robes. Large, dark wings sprout from her back and her eyes carry a light nearly as brilliant as the one from the torch in her hands.

Personality: Muorival is, in more ways than one, the epitome of death. She is peaceful, gentle, quiet. Her words are soft and comforting like a mother's womb, yet the throb with a truth that terrifies even the bravest of warriors. Her actions are born from neither malice nor benevolence, but from pure necessity. Like death, she is unrelenting. Her patience extends for years, centuries even, as she observes with curious fascination the ongoings of mortals and their strange desire to make the most of their fleeting lives.

Dogma: Souls are fragile essences. As such, it is the duty of Muorival to guide them on their journey to the afterlife. Death is needed for life to continue, and life is needed for death to continue. Accept the inevitability death, not as an act of taking, but of deliverance of a needed rest. Desecrate not those that have fallen. Eradicate those who thrive to destroy the sanctity of death. False immortals claiming empty lives and manipulators of agonized sprits at the expense of the innocent are warts on the smooth cycle of life and death. They are to be destroyed.

[FoxFire]

Xeaniax

Name: Xeaniax

Player Name: FoxFire

Domains: Earth (Metal), Order (Law)

Alignment: Lawful Neutral.

Symbol(s): Concentric rings of cogs around an eye, a member of the worshipping species with a crown of eyes, a member of the worshipping species with seven eyes, several pairs of arms and wings, a tridimensional clock or compass, green-turquoise light, octagons and circles intertwined.

Appearance:

Appearance

No defined form, a mass of consciousness that most of the time takes the shape of a creamy-white colloid of which each part is carrying the information of the whole, even when it is infinitely divisible in smaller units. Each unit that is formed still shares the consciousness of the whole even when separated and can take almost any form. This is a reflection of one of the domains parallel to its own, numbers and mathematics as an extension of order.

Xeaniax takes the shape of the species that worships it to communicate in the rare occasions it does directly. It can take their silhouette, or body shape and form it in white liquid, this is how most of the visions manifest. In extremely rare circumstances it would take the shape of an androgynous individual (if the species has genders).

In more "human" shape it comes across as an extremely polite individual, with great and wide knowledge and respect for others even when it isn't given back. Soft-spoken, with a slender body build and soft features also describes a personification of this deity.

Personality: Xeaniax is a deity that values goodwill, effort and pureness of heart even though it rarely decides to act beyond using proxies to favour those whose cultivate this characteristics. In second place for it, would be those characteristics relating to knowledge, such as intelligence, creativity, capacity for innovation and abstract thought.

It makes plans and thinks through the ages without worrying too much about time as it doesn’t mean much to it in most circumstances. It is a patient, merciful deity.

Dogma: Xeaniax seeks progress for all of the races that inhabit the world except those that create chaos without reason. Even though it is a deity of justice, Xeaniax isn't above manipulating circumstances in a very long-term chess board which is made with the world and every living creature on it. Due to its perception of time, these intrusions in the very order it upholds are very distant to each other.

[Marquise]

Jhera

Jhera

Name: Jhera, the Scarlet Sun

Player Name: Marquise

Domains (Portfolios): Fire (Sun), Industry(Manufacturing)

Alignment: Lawful Good

Symbol(s): A sunburst, either gold or red, is the most common icon used in the veneration of Jhera.

Appearance: Jhera almost invariably prefers a female form on manifestation, whether to fellow gods or to the mortals who shelter in her benefices. A favourite shape is that of a young woman on the very cusp of adulthood, with pale skin and a tumbling shock of crimson hair that, to the perceptive, seems to dance and flicker like flames at the very edge of sight. She has long, deft fingers capped with sharp brass nails, and her adornments change to suit her environment; in the court of an emperor she might be robed in cloth-of-gold and dripping with flawless rubies, whereas in a forge, protective leathers and sturdy boots would be the order of the day.

A second form she favours is that of a woman whose skin and hair are a rich black and whose liquid eyes dance with more than just the fires of mischief. Her clothes are always nondescript in this shape, however, and she is not divinely beautiful, either; the most complimentary adjective might be ‘striking’, instead. It is most often through this guise that she experiences mortal life as one of the faithful, rather than the very object of that faith.

When there is the need for spectacle, however, she assumes the mantle of a many-winged woman whose very being coruscates with solar fire, who trails incandescent plasma like an empress’ train with every movement. She burns like an earth-bound star and moves with preternatural grace; all eyes cannot fail to be drawn to the distant and terrible Scarlet Sun, and when she speaks it is the brassy clarion of trumpets, all underscored by the hungry roar of insatiable furnace-flames.

Personality: Jhera is bright, in every sense of the word. Life, glorious, wonderful, brief and endlessly perplexing mortal life is a delight to watch, and still more sublime a pleasure to influence, to direct and to drive headlong forwards into a bright new dawn. She is energetic, ebullient, near-manic at times, the engine of progress and the fire of industry, kept from chaos and continual meddling only by her principles. What she loves, she loves fiercely and well, and what she hates tends to be consumed in solar fire.

She values effort, perseverance, power and passion, and will often seek to inspire such things in those under her care who have a lack thereof, such that the apathetic king might spring from his stupor and take his ailing kingdom in hand, or that the peasant who dreams fervently of forges and foundries and breaking the earth to harness might wake with the wherewithal to bring about such industry and raise her people from the mud.

Dogma: “As much as it is My duty to guide and shape you, it falls to you to make the best of the gifts I bestow; raise up mighty works out of skill and faith and pull your people from ignorance and want to bask in the new dawn. Leave your world better than it was when you entered it, and know forever after the warmth of Me.”

[AlexanderML]

Name: Yithgul, Bringer of Life, Father of the Dammed
Player Name: AlexanderML
Domains (Portfolios): Life (Birth), Death (Undeath)
Alignment: CN
Symbol(s): A blooming flower, a shining skull with the eyes whole and filled with pleasure.

Appearance: Yithgul is a creature that looks like a giant serpent, grey growing and rotting flesh coving it's body. It's breath heals any wounds, and it's eyes of bright golden light are always full of joy and eagerness unless looking upon those that have to die or someone that is angry at him. Appendages spring forth from the serpent's body at will, from arms to tentacles, and are removed only when they grow so large as to rip off from Yithgul's body and decay into nutrient filled dirt.

Personality: Loving, he is filled with so much love that words cannot describe it for all thinking things. Everyone, even those that have killed, he feels can be redeemed and brought to understand the goodness in Life over Death. He only fights to protect life, and never strike's the final blow, preferring to talk to or otherwise deal with someone. He's not above manipulation or anything short of killing, he'd just rather not do anything cruel if the need is not there.

Yithgul is very talkative, he loves to chat or work with anyone that does not mind his constantly growing and rotting body. Yithgul is particularly fond of stories or games, his joy at finding someone to play with being similar to that of a child at times. When he is not enjoying a story or game he is almost as stern as a parent with mortals.

Life to Yithgul is not just a state of being, it's a higher cause. Deep within him he feels a need to create more life, with sentient life being something he particularly feels a need to birth. Each and every being that'd born makes a small gasp of happiness, and each being a child to the serpent god. Death is something that brings no pleasure when it comes to animals, and a deep sadness for every sentient life, with a want to undo this tragedy entering his mind.

Gods are a wonderful example of what he wishes to bring forth to all life, eternal beings that never die. If he could, Yithgul would make everyone a god, or at least as immortal as one.

Dogma: All life is born, all life dies, it is a fact of that's brought before all those born. Yithgul mourns this fact and does whatever he can to keep everything alive, be it in a undead state or natural living form. Every death of something sentient is a tragedy, one that cannot be ignored, and to let something die (or worse yet, kill something) is a great sin to Yithgul. All things should strive to live no matter what, and those things that do die should be brought back. New life is a precious thing, and is to be created and cared for whenever possible. One day says Yithgul, in the long distant future, he shall bring about the end to Death so that only Life exists forevermore.

[Captain Obvious]

[Sypherkhode822]

Belaro,

Name: Belaro

Epithets: The Storyteller, The Wandering One, Silver tongue, The Reveler, The Lover, Prince of a Thousand Songs, The Guide, The Golden Haired, The Thousand Named One, King of Song and Dance, The Fresh Prince, The Golden One, God of Whores and Thieves, He of the Open Road, The Sailor, Bards Friend, The First Actor, The Fool, Friend of Wives and Mothers.

Player Name: SypherKhode822

Domains (Portfolios): Culture [Storytelling] Discovery [Traveling]

Alignment: Neutral Good. He's a fan of creating amazing stories, which typically involves tragedy, but in the end he wants people to flourish and return home to tell the stories.

Symbol(s): Migratory birds, a lit lantern, musical instruments, walking sticks, roads, crossroads, specific constellations used in navigation, a clear sky, a calm ocean, a distant peak, fools gold.


Appearance:
Belaro is a shapeshifter, and will appear in any physical form he likes. When he manifests as a sentient race, he prefers to be a young male of an athletic build. Many times he will appear with long red hair. He will typically have a musical instrument or walking stick with him. In all of his manifestations as a sentient race, he will be wearing fools gold jewelry. No matter what gender, species, or roll Belaro will manifest as, he will almost always be horribly attractive.


Personality

Belaro is a convivial god, quick to laughter and slow to anger. He loves acts of bravery, and rewards those who are daring. Belaro is the patron of artists, be they royal painters or illiterate nomadic storytellers around a campfire. He delights in creating beautiful things, from the details of a blooming meadow flower to the soaring peaks of mountain ranges. While he enjoys a secret for a some time, he prefers it when mysteries are ultimately uncovered. He loves travelers, and will often intercede to make sure that they arrive at their destination properly. This does not mean he is always benevolent. If his ire is risen, he will make someones life a living hell. Belaro will frequently take mortal lovers, and vainly prides himself on his sexual prowess.

Dogma:
Belaro is rarely a god worshiped by kings and queens dwelling contently behind sturdy walls. His followers are those who live with a certain edge of uncertainty, of chance. Wanderers will wear a necklace of fools gold to gain his protection. Innkeepers keep shrines in his honor in corners of the inn. The sacred contract between hosts and guests are kept in his name. Artists from all walks of life and all forms dedicate public displays of their art to him. Sailors wear earrings of pyrite, and sea captains have figurines of their loved ones made in fools gold, so they are kept in the mind of the god. When someone makes a great discovery, they are said to be 'Blessed by Belaro'. It is popular to curse in his name, because he's the most likely to laugh it off. Although if one angers Belaro, they will rarely dare leave eye shot of their home, lest they never find their way back to it for ten years. Nomadic birds are said to be auguries of Belaro's intention, and are frequently studied by holy people for insight into the god's mood.