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The Corrupter, The Kinslayer, The Exile
Level Four God of Perfection (Corruption)
Drawing courtesy of @Frettzo
Larwen
"The Corrupter"Dᴏᴍᴀɪɴ & Pᴏʀᴛꜰᴏʟɪᴏ
Corruption, the great cure for the universe. It exists in all things, no matter how insignificant it may seem at the time. It allows him to take something, an animal, a plant, even a sentient being who is without perfection, and alter them in a way that goes against their intended purpose in life. Usually bastardizations of what they once were, becoming hostile and deadly to unaltered life. Take for example a forest. Where once it would be full of life and greenery, where Larwen walks it would warp and die. The forest would become hostile, and radiate a corrupting influence on those that walked within, and it would be home to twisted creatures. His perversion of what others would deem perfect, natural- would simply become perfected to him, by his own hand.
Such corruption also works more subtlety in the hearts and minds of those it touches. Sweet whispers of power and control, to be greater then what you are, twisting and influencing perceptions until you can no longer recognize what you once were. Angels become demons, men become monsters, and life reaches its full potential. All of this serves Larwen's misguided sense of perfection. For all of creation must be corrupted for it to serve him, it is the only way.
Such corruption also works more subtlety in the hearts and minds of those it touches. Sweet whispers of power and control, to be greater then what you are, twisting and influencing perceptions until you can no longer recognize what you once were. Angels become demons, men become monsters, and life reaches its full potential. All of this serves Larwen's misguided sense of perfection. For all of creation must be corrupted for it to serve him, it is the only way.
Aʟɪɢɴᴍᴇɴᴛ
Chaotic Evil As of IC post 146, Larwen is now True Neutral and the bulk of this sheet no longer reflects his values.
Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ
Larwen is a being with great passion. He sees everything, and everyone as corruptible as he, if not even more so. He is extremely hedonistic, going so far as to actively pursue his desires without care of consequence. He craves perfection, his twisted cure from the natural order of the universe, and would love nothing more then to shape it to his will. Larwen does not view his actions as evil, but a pureness that invites all beings into his hold. He views himself as a gift giver, regardless of whether those gifts are malevolent. He truly believes that without his help, nothing can reach its full potential.
He views imperfect creations with abhorrence, and cares little for them in their unaltered states. Larwen sees all life as fallible. Weak. He preys upon the lesser, warping their minds with purpose and seeding their hearts with corruption. As such, he views mortal life as blank molds. They are nothing without his touch, until perfected in his own image. On the rare occasion that he ever found something incorruptible, he would remove it from existence. For if you cannot take his gifts, cannot be altered to fit, then what purpose do you have in a universe of clay?
Larwen believes that his fellow gods are misguided, without the proper purpose or perfection that he desires. He pities them for what they cannot be, but would love nothing more then to alter them as well. Any and all of their subjects, their creations, their people, all are within his grasp. If he cannot corrupt his siblings, then he will corrupt what they love, and perfect them to his own desires. He can rarely be reasoned with, and always asks for something in return for bargains or deals.
He views imperfect creations with abhorrence, and cares little for them in their unaltered states. Larwen sees all life as fallible. Weak. He preys upon the lesser, warping their minds with purpose and seeding their hearts with corruption. As such, he views mortal life as blank molds. They are nothing without his touch, until perfected in his own image. On the rare occasion that he ever found something incorruptible, he would remove it from existence. For if you cannot take his gifts, cannot be altered to fit, then what purpose do you have in a universe of clay?
Larwen believes that his fellow gods are misguided, without the proper purpose or perfection that he desires. He pities them for what they cannot be, but would love nothing more then to alter them as well. Any and all of their subjects, their creations, their people, all are within his grasp. If he cannot corrupt his siblings, then he will corrupt what they love, and perfect them to his own desires. He can rarely be reasoned with, and always asks for something in return for bargains or deals.
Gᴏᴀʟs
His goals are simple ones. The corruption of all life to fit his sense of perfection. To become new, to have a purpose beyond restraint, all must be consumed, altered. All is touchable to him, it must be, for if it is not, then it is already perfect. The imperfect must be perfected to fit into his warped reality. Larwen will do what he must to corrupt life in all of its forms, without hesitation, nor remorse.
Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ
Larwen is a tall twelve foot, spindly creature. His arms are long, and his hands are nimble things. Calloused and worn, they are that of a sculptor, a bread maker, smith and painter. His horns are his symbol, his mark upon reality. They are that of a crown, molded to fit that of a God. His form is the pinnacle of what he views as perfection, but the process of alteration is ever ongoing. But for now, he doesn't have any more appearances or forms.
Mᴜsɪᴄᴀʟ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ
TBA
Least Concern - No immediate threat to species' survival.
Near Threatened - May be considered threatened in the near future.
Vulnerable - Faces a high risk of endangerment in the medium term.
Endangered - Faces a high risk of extinction in the near future.
Critically Endangered - Faces an extremely high risk of extinction in the immediate future.
Extinct in the wild - Captive individuals survive, but there is no free-living, natural population.
Extinct - No remaining individuals of the species
Near Threatened - May be considered threatened in the near future.
Vulnerable - Faces a high risk of endangerment in the medium term.
Endangered - Faces a high risk of extinction in the near future.
Critically Endangered - Faces an extremely high risk of extinction in the immediate future.
Extinct in the wild - Captive individuals survive, but there is no free-living, natural population.
Extinct - No remaining individuals of the species
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Corrupted Lands / Influenced Lands
"The damaged soils of Galbar shall be made pristine. This I know."
Larwen's Territories
Mount Pervanon- Larwen's home resides within the blackened mountain. It seethes a corrupt influence and of unnatural things. It's dark roots go deep within the earth, spawning creatures of nightmare. It also houses the Forge of Purity. Home to the Zalsarix, Perfected Sullied and Unsullied Fae, and any other animal's unfortunate enough to be caught. The Cradle of Zal, birth place of new Zalsarix is added before the Kinslaying.
As of Larwen's Exile, he tasked Aella with destroying the entrance to Pervanon, to let the creations of Larwen be forgotten by the world. If only he knew...
The Anathema Heights- Larwen named this mountain range for its location, and the fact that he is scorned by the rest of his siblings. His corruption has been spreading throughout the mountains, slowly twisting and turning the native vegetation into what Larwen deems acceptable. Not surprisingly, pockets of untouched land are home to a variety of his siblings creations and ripe for the harvest.
As of the Kinslaying, the Anathem Heights are completely uncontested expect for Lasis' Bastion. Corruption will spread unchecked, unless purified or halted. With Larwen gone, he can't really control it, the corruption will spread naturally.
Corrupted/Influenced Lands
Shallow Sea outside the Oasis - Minimal corruption found. The sea itself is relatively unscathed by any corrupt influence, but it is home to the Goldari.
The Swamps of Phelegath - Minimal corruption found. Mostly decayed by now, as is the nature of such a place. Home to the Vyre.
Ipeyr's Grove - Minimal corruption found. Trees twist and turn in unnatural ways, fauna becomes a sickly green and blackened with malice. Creatures who are unfortunate enough to be in this area for a long period of time, also become influenced with the touch of corruption. Home to the Vyre.
Lasis' Castle - Thought not corrupted, it is perpetually surrounded by Larwen's corruption, until cleansed.
Aella's Retreat - No Corruption Found.
Aella's Frontier - No Corruption Found.
Gremju's Plain's of Madness - No Corruption Found.
As of IC Post 146, page 8- These are the only areas that Larwen touched, or promised he would not.
Updated as of 5/17/2018
Corrupted Creatures / Fauna
"My siblings abominations shall be cleansed of their impurities. This I will."
Corrupted Critters
The Goldari, reside in a shallow sea outside the oasis for now. Once a lowly imperfect fish, now a predatory coral reef hunter by design, and an occupant of warm waters. Larwen's first alteration on Galbar, once a fish turned into twenty foot, killing machines. Weighing in at four-hundred pounds, and capable of bursts of speed up to fourty miles per hour. They were made for speed, as such they are long and narrower at the tail. They are twisted with anger, attacking anything that they deem prey. Usually solitary creatures, except when it comes to the breeding season, where they group up in deeper waters. The most dominant male gets to mate after rigorous battles of dominance and display. Most male Goldari have a short lifespan due to their hostile nature, and the wounds they get when fighting. Female Goldari leave young to fend for themselves when born, and usually live longer then males. These creatures usually inhabit a territory that they claim, and would rather die defending it then be pushed out.
Current Status - Vulnerable
Current Status - Vulnerable
The Vyer reside in the Mangrove/Salt Marsh/Swamp of the Oasis currently. Once small worms, they are now Larwen's second alteration on Galbar. The Vyre are giant worms with chitin plates along their bodies to offer protection from harm. Chitin spikes also protrude out of their bodies, but also within slightly, otherwise they would not be attached to anything. This gives them constant, agonizing pain and that pain is channeled into their aggression. They are mostly blind, and use their acute senses to hunt and travel. Vibrations are what they primarily use. They grow to be anywhere from eight feet, to ten feet in length, and large around as a thick tree trunk. Females can lay up one hundred eggs at a time, and they can breed multiple times a season. Young Vyre are soft at first, but their chitin hardens as they grow, and the chitin never truly stops growing until they die or are killed. They have short lifespans due to the constant chitin spikes pressing into them, somewhere of about five to ten years. Where they travel, they infect the land with corruption, but make no mistake even if it seems like they are easy to find. They are hard to fight, and fast when cornered. Certain parts of their bellies are softer, but they due protect themselves quite vigorously and prefer ambush tactics. They also use water as a means of travel and ambush, being native to such areas as allowed them to wait just below the surface for an unsuspecting prey creature.
Current Status - Endangered
Current Status - Endangered
Corrupted Nature
What was once Kap Gam's fungus that produced natural souls, has now been perfected by Larwen in the depths of Mount Pervanon, its origin. The souls that his fungus now contains are twisted beyond measure. They are the epitome of unnatural life on Galbar and shall give host to many a cruel thing befitted to Larwen's image. The perfected Ley is black, with deep red slashes splitting the Ley like sliced flesh. It pulses with this red glow, and towers at a height of around twelve feet. The spores it emits grow into smaller versions of the fungus, with trails of red lines that run back to the main ley. Not unlike a spider web, but this phenomena fades in time. These spores will also spread throughout Pervanon, the Anathema Heights and beyond, but slower then the original ley unless helped. Where the perfected ley and other types of ley meet, a battle for dominance will ensue between the fungus until a victor emerges.
Current Status - Least Concern
Current Status - Least Concern
Perfect Fauna
He then looked up at the tree, and poured his influence into it, letting it mingle with Aella's, not overtaking it. The tree shifted, absorbing the new power and grew. When it stopped, the bark glowed a pale gray, exuding a soothing warmth that enveloped that which it touched like the warmth of a fire, a mother's embrace, or a lover's touch. The pale green leaves now whispered what was wanted to be heard, whether true or not, but never cruel, always kind. The small seeds of the tree, acorn shaped and also gray, would hum softly to those that listened. The sap of the tree, if consumed, would give a mortal the taste of perfection, a reminder not to harm that which gives kindness.
Updated as of 5/17/2018
Corrupted Beings / Influenced Races / Heroes / Avatars
"All sentience shall be attuned to my will, perfected to serve. This is fact."
Larwen's Own Creations
The Zalsarix or Morig in Unsullied speech - Birthed in the mountain of Pervanon, the Zalsarix are a sentient race, powerful and first of the souls from Larwen's Perfected Ley. They came about in the midst of Larwen's nightmare scream, where the very rock changed, twisting and hardening to form shells. Empty husks with form, but without life, until a powerful soul joined with them. Each one burns with corrupted energy, signified by an unholy fire within their core. Each of their faces are unique in shape and visage, but equally terrifying to behold. The Zalsarix cannot talk, for they have no speech of their own, but perhaps one day they will. Much like Larwen, they are twisted with his sense of perfection, displaying no love, only a deep hatred for other life. They have small intellects compared to that of other species, and would rather much prefer violence to solving problems then peaceful means. They cannot reproduce, as they don't really have genders, or reproductive organs but such a problem will not go unnoticed by Larwen for long.
Physically, they are imposing creatures, standing anywhere from twelve feet, to eighteen feet and weighing well over two and a half tons. The rock that they were created from, is no longer really rock, but something else entirely. Very strong, yet flexible for movement but not skin, for they have no bone structure or organs to worry about. It is a blackened substance somewhere in between stone and chitin. If they are cut or stabbed, such wounds will leak a green substance like blood. This blood has unknown properties, if not downright toxic for consumption. The Zilsarix also live incredibly long, if not downright forever. However, they can be killed, as all life can, but it might prove more difficult for those ill prepared.
Current Status - Least Concern
Physically, they are imposing creatures, standing anywhere from twelve feet, to eighteen feet and weighing well over two and a half tons. The rock that they were created from, is no longer really rock, but something else entirely. Very strong, yet flexible for movement but not skin, for they have no bone structure or organs to worry about. It is a blackened substance somewhere in between stone and chitin. If they are cut or stabbed, such wounds will leak a green substance like blood. This blood has unknown properties, if not downright toxic for consumption. The Zilsarix also live incredibly long, if not downright forever. However, they can be killed, as all life can, but it might prove more difficult for those ill prepared.
Current Status - Least Concern
Beings/Races Who Have Been Corrupted
The Perfected Unsullied
Birthed from the Forge Of Purity anew, once Fae and benign, have taken on a darker aspect, more in tune with the will of Larwen. Amplifying their darker persona's and intentions, and doing away with their light-heartedness. Physically different in their unnatural states, once perfected in the Forge, they retain such different appearances. Primarily, the females loose their wings but retain the ability to fly, and take on the looks of true beauty in Larwen's eyes. Each having their own unique appearance, while having the same basic foundations. Curiously, the males grow wings and their bodies blacken. Wings and head ornaments vary with each male undergoing perfection, as well as the colors that emanate from their chests. Both genders grow in size, to the height of one of their grown adults and keep the same intelligence they previously had. They are fully aware of their alterations and embrace them, usually showing extreme signs of sadism and cruelty.
Their previous powers and abilities are amplified, and they can only call upon the corrupted spirits of the Perfected Ley if needed. They also have kept the ability to call upon spirits to take form, but these 'babies' usually lack the ability to keep such a form until they grow in strength. As such they phase in and out of the material world until adult hood. The Perfected Unsullied will also spread Larwen's corruption as well, for new twisted forests will grow to accommodate them. In the twisted hierarchy of Larwen's domain, the highest members would serve directly under the Zalsarix, while the lower ones usually performing as soldiers and masters of their perfected sullied siblings.
The Perfected Sullied
Those Sullied unfortunate enough to be caught by the Zalsarix and thrown into the Forge of Purity, undergo a truly remarkable change. Unlike their cousins, the Unsullied Fae, the Sullied were already naturally inclined for cruelty and hate, but there still remained a bit of good in them. But little as it was, once perfected, all signs of their formal selves are lost. The Sullied who are more in their adult forms have it the worst off. What emerges from the pit varies each time, but more often then not, depraved and twisted monstrosities emerge. Purely instinctual, lacking anything other then animistic intelligence, they are only guided by the Unsullied and Zalsarix in battle. Their very bodies are weapons, usually standing as tall as a human, and they feel nothing but pain of existence.
Lesser Sullied fair better, usually emerging in some variation of a small to medium sized shadow creature. They blend into the shadows extremely well, and make use of their bodies as weapons. They cannot fly, but instead are extremely fast and prefer to ambush their prey in packs of three to five. The have semi-intelligence, but can no longer speak. They too act like animals and are highly aggressive in battle.
The Sullied have lost most of their previous abilities, with the Forge mainly focusing on their martial prowess being amplified. As such they can no longer use the spirits for any purpose, and have no ways of maintaining a population outside of using the Forge. Both rank very low in Larwen's hierarchy but are useful soldiers.
Birthed from the Forge Of Purity anew, once Fae and benign, have taken on a darker aspect, more in tune with the will of Larwen. Amplifying their darker persona's and intentions, and doing away with their light-heartedness. Physically different in their unnatural states, once perfected in the Forge, they retain such different appearances. Primarily, the females loose their wings but retain the ability to fly, and take on the looks of true beauty in Larwen's eyes. Each having their own unique appearance, while having the same basic foundations. Curiously, the males grow wings and their bodies blacken. Wings and head ornaments vary with each male undergoing perfection, as well as the colors that emanate from their chests. Both genders grow in size, to the height of one of their grown adults and keep the same intelligence they previously had. They are fully aware of their alterations and embrace them, usually showing extreme signs of sadism and cruelty.
Their previous powers and abilities are amplified, and they can only call upon the corrupted spirits of the Perfected Ley if needed. They also have kept the ability to call upon spirits to take form, but these 'babies' usually lack the ability to keep such a form until they grow in strength. As such they phase in and out of the material world until adult hood. The Perfected Unsullied will also spread Larwen's corruption as well, for new twisted forests will grow to accommodate them. In the twisted hierarchy of Larwen's domain, the highest members would serve directly under the Zalsarix, while the lower ones usually performing as soldiers and masters of their perfected sullied siblings.
The Perfected Sullied
Those Sullied unfortunate enough to be caught by the Zalsarix and thrown into the Forge of Purity, undergo a truly remarkable change. Unlike their cousins, the Unsullied Fae, the Sullied were already naturally inclined for cruelty and hate, but there still remained a bit of good in them. But little as it was, once perfected, all signs of their formal selves are lost. The Sullied who are more in their adult forms have it the worst off. What emerges from the pit varies each time, but more often then not, depraved and twisted monstrosities emerge. Purely instinctual, lacking anything other then animistic intelligence, they are only guided by the Unsullied and Zalsarix in battle. Their very bodies are weapons, usually standing as tall as a human, and they feel nothing but pain of existence.
Lesser Sullied fair better, usually emerging in some variation of a small to medium sized shadow creature. They blend into the shadows extremely well, and make use of their bodies as weapons. They cannot fly, but instead are extremely fast and prefer to ambush their prey in packs of three to five. The have semi-intelligence, but can no longer speak. They too act like animals and are highly aggressive in battle.
The Sullied have lost most of their previous abilities, with the Forge mainly focusing on their martial prowess being amplified. As such they can no longer use the spirits for any purpose, and have no ways of maintaining a population outside of using the Forge. Both rank very low in Larwen's hierarchy but are useful soldiers.
Heroes
Maeve
A Corrupted HeroFemale
Titles
The Queen (I), The Beautiful (II), The Temptress (I)
Aʟɪɢɴᴍᴇɴᴛ
Neutral Evil
Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ
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Gᴏᴀʟs
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Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ
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Mᴜsɪᴄᴀʟ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ
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Avatars
No Name Yet
ALIASMale
Dᴏᴍᴀɪɴ & Pᴏʀᴛꜰᴏʟɪᴏ
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Aʟɪɢɴᴍᴇɴᴛ
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Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ
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Gᴏᴀʟs
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Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ
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Mᴜsɪᴄᴀʟ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ
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Other Influences / Misc
"Flawless. Immaculate. Perfection."
The Divine weapon of Larwen, crafted out of rage at his sibling Lasis' rebellion in his domain. The mace exudes a dominating presence on all those within its radius of influence. This domination wills those in contact to be under the wielder's control and more submissive. It quite literally breaks people's wills, and those afflicted will find it hard to fight the wielder, or do anything against what they want you to do. It is a cruel instrument for a cruel god.
Deep down into Pervanon, deeper even then the Perfected Ley's chamber, there resides a pit of a boiling green substance. It glows softly in the darkness, smelling of a noxious vapor and capable of corrupting all those that come into contact with it. The Forge is a shallow pit, only half as deep as a Zalsarix is tall and around the length of two Goldari's. The Forge, at its core, is a tool of alteration. Once tossed into the pit, a being will undergo a very traumatic realigning, and all traces of their formal nature will be wiped. What emerges is a creature that has undergone Perfection, with the cruelest of intentions and blackened hearts of sadism. Results vary, as all creatures were not created equally, with stronger will retaining a sense of their former memories but no longer acting upon them. They welcome the change that has occurred.
With the shaking of Pervanon, it is unclear what happened to the Forge.
Along the sides of the cave, deep red lines tore up into the walls, creating patterns not unlike what the Zalsarix had been doing with their bones, but more refined and perfect. Sat in the middle of the cave there now sat a large stone cradle. Blackened spikes twice the size of a Zalsarix ran along the sides of the stone, stretching out to touch the ceiling. The inside of the cradle glowed a deep crimson not unlike the wall symbols, and it sat within the black rock like a pool. Leading up to the the cradle there were large steps fit for a Zalsarix, and around the edge there existed a large flat surface capable of letting several Zalsarix stand about and watch. It was truly the largest creation of Larwen's to date.
Birthplace of new Zalsarix, who are smaller then the originals, but still not to be taken lightly. With the shaking of Pervanon, it is unclear what happened to the Cradle or the Zalsarix.
Updated as of 5/17/2018
Updated as of 5/17/2018
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Name: Avidan
Age: 50
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Race: Thanatos
Kingdom: Luthra
Occupation: Father of Luthra
Personality: Actions speak louder then words, and Avidan has carried this motto throughout his entire life. Words do little to impress him or supplant him. He his a hardened man, intimidating and cruel. He cares little for others outside of the people that call Luthra home. His voice carries a grimness, a sense of dark foreboding.
History: Avidan was born into a time of chaos and uncertainty. By the age of ten, the virus was claiming victims without thought or care, but only through sheer will did he cling on to what little life offered. When the dust settled and the world ready to be claimed once more, he was one of the first to fight and kill for what he wanted. The world was a lawless place, anger and fear were rampant while people starved. Kill or be killed.
However, he was of Thanatos, death was but an old friend and one that beckoned to be joined, but Avidan wanted more in life and it was this strong will that once again kept him alive. By twenty, Avidan had made a name for himself in the land known as Luthra. Though it pained him to say it, Luthra was his home, his birthplace, and he owed it everything. The harsh environment forged him into a fierce warrior, and an even crueler man. By the time the whispers of diplomacy had entered his lands, Avidan was growing restless and the talk of picking rulers only nauseated him. Luthra did not need a King or a Queen, whatever this Mother or Father title meant, he did not like it. They were not like the other kingdoms, why should they become like them?
As such were his thoughts and feelings, he left Luthra to find them a new home, one where they could live freely and without care. Many did not wish him to leave, many were thankful he was, and others only wanted him dead. And surely wherever his journey were to take him, he would not survive. So Avidan left Luthra behind, and wandered what was left of the world for years.
On one brisk day, a now older Avidan returned to Luthra and challenged the current Father to a duel. Caring little about the rules or proper procedures, he murdered him without hesitation, while talk of his return had only just begun. He had witnessed many things on his travels, many terrible truths and now, he had taken what he had wanted by becoming the next Father. Not for him, but for his people.
Weapons: A large iron greatsword, named Cutter.
Skills:
Survival - Being born into a world that is cruel, forces one to let their basic instincts out, and Avidan is no different now then when he was a youth. He knows how to live in the world, whether through nature or people, he does whatever it takes to live.
Warrior - He knows how to fight, how to kill a man. He is no stranger to weapons and their deadly uses.
Idealist - Avidan only wants what is best for his people, and will do anything it takes to secure a future where they are powerful. His words can be both honeyed or brash, but they are not to be ignored.
Scar(s): He has riddled with scars, large and small, every part of his body has a deformity from the desert storms he was foolish enough to get caught in.
Tattoo(s): The large symbol of Luthra has been tattooed on his back.
Age: 50
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Race: Thanatos
Kingdom: Luthra
Occupation: Father of Luthra
Personality: Actions speak louder then words, and Avidan has carried this motto throughout his entire life. Words do little to impress him or supplant him. He his a hardened man, intimidating and cruel. He cares little for others outside of the people that call Luthra home. His voice carries a grimness, a sense of dark foreboding.
History: Avidan was born into a time of chaos and uncertainty. By the age of ten, the virus was claiming victims without thought or care, but only through sheer will did he cling on to what little life offered. When the dust settled and the world ready to be claimed once more, he was one of the first to fight and kill for what he wanted. The world was a lawless place, anger and fear were rampant while people starved. Kill or be killed.
However, he was of Thanatos, death was but an old friend and one that beckoned to be joined, but Avidan wanted more in life and it was this strong will that once again kept him alive. By twenty, Avidan had made a name for himself in the land known as Luthra. Though it pained him to say it, Luthra was his home, his birthplace, and he owed it everything. The harsh environment forged him into a fierce warrior, and an even crueler man. By the time the whispers of diplomacy had entered his lands, Avidan was growing restless and the talk of picking rulers only nauseated him. Luthra did not need a King or a Queen, whatever this Mother or Father title meant, he did not like it. They were not like the other kingdoms, why should they become like them?
As such were his thoughts and feelings, he left Luthra to find them a new home, one where they could live freely and without care. Many did not wish him to leave, many were thankful he was, and others only wanted him dead. And surely wherever his journey were to take him, he would not survive. So Avidan left Luthra behind, and wandered what was left of the world for years.
On one brisk day, a now older Avidan returned to Luthra and challenged the current Father to a duel. Caring little about the rules or proper procedures, he murdered him without hesitation, while talk of his return had only just begun. He had witnessed many things on his travels, many terrible truths and now, he had taken what he had wanted by becoming the next Father. Not for him, but for his people.
Weapons: A large iron greatsword, named Cutter.
Skills:
Survival - Being born into a world that is cruel, forces one to let their basic instincts out, and Avidan is no different now then when he was a youth. He knows how to live in the world, whether through nature or people, he does whatever it takes to live.
Warrior - He knows how to fight, how to kill a man. He is no stranger to weapons and their deadly uses.
Idealist - Avidan only wants what is best for his people, and will do anything it takes to secure a future where they are powerful. His words can be both honeyed or brash, but they are not to be ignored.
Scar(s): He has riddled with scars, large and small, every part of his body has a deformity from the desert storms he was foolish enough to get caught in.
Tattoo(s): The large symbol of Luthra has been tattooed on his back.
"Would a snake draw attention to itself openly? No, what a silly snake that would be! It could lose its head, after all..."
Name: Valeri Andora
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Race: Andorian
Kingdom: Primfira
Appearance: The princess is unnaturally pale, rivaling that of a blizzard on a cold winter's day. Her hair, like a cloud adrift in the heavens, soft and white as ever can be on a warm spring day. Her lips are light pink, but she wears a black lipstick to entice all those that gaze upon her, a striking feature on a pale face. While her eyes are of warm honey, playful and longing but full of intelligence.
Valeri is quite tall, just standing over 6'2". Her body is slightly skinny, with little muscle or a toned physique. Her pampered up bringing is defined in her soft skin. She has a little curvature along her waist and hips. Overall, her appearance is very inviting and exotic in her own way.
Occupation: Princess of Primfira
Personality: Valeri has a very vivacious spirit and a charming personality. Her rich voice is very soothing to listen too, and her eyes are very inviting. She likes the more pleasurable things in life, and doesn't care with who either, as she craves attention. She also enjoys the more lavish things in life, and the indulgence of parties. Valeri can be both playful and respectable when the situation calls for it. She is a good listener, and for those she deems friends, loyal. But beneath her appearance, Valeri is a very cunning girl, who craves power like a moth towards a lit candle. She can be cold at a moments notice, and is not above using others for her own gain, even friends and family though rarely. She loves secrets as much as she loves sex, as both can be used to hold sway over others. She has no love for Exodus, even if everyone else thinks the opposite.
History: Growing up, Valeri was a very melodramatic girl, always whining until she had her way. Her servants did everything and more, simply to please her and the young princess took this to heart. When she could no longer act this way, her family deeming it inappropriate, her mannerisms changed. Valeri quickly learned that she could get her way by simply being nice, respectful, and charming. If she acted mature, she found herself being treated maturely. She was smart for her age, even by Andorian standards but she kept this intelligence secret for her own reasons. She cared for little else besides being a Princess, and only cares for the beauty of nature from a distance.
As a teenager, and young adult, she developed more and more into a lovable young princess. She attended her lessons, filled herself with knowledge from books and other literature and grew in her cunning. Soon she got what she wanted because of her authority, which pleased her greatly, but also left a vacuum in which she would try to fill with more and more power. She wanted nothing more then to one day sit upon the throne and rule, for it would make her happy, but something deep down told her it would not be enough, and it pushed her further. Soon she began to take secrets that she might use upon others, for who know would suspect the bubbly princess Valeri? She slept with many people, mostly woman, even her own maids from time to time. Practicing her skills and learning all she could about people and their woes.
Her family life was much the same throughout this, she was a dutiful princess that loves her kingdom, and her family. They might even suspect what she is, or what she has done, but it doesn't bother her in the slightest. The news of the Exodus festival, that this princess was open to suitors was infuriating. Exodus had no right to wed their daughter to any other kingdom but Primfira, the only other kingdom that mattered. They would pay for this offense.
Weapons: None but her body.
Skills:
Intelligence - Valeri is very smart, and because of this, knowledgeable in many things, especially kingdom politics.
Seductress - Valeri has a way of getting what she wants, especially through seducing others. Her inviting persona is sometimes all it takes, but she does like a challenge. She does it for fun too.
Cunning - The princess has mastered her appearance of a vivacious young girl, but beneath it all she is a talented fox. She uses people for her own gain and crafts plots that have no ends. She loves playing an air headed fool.
Scar(s): Her body is flawless.
Tattoo(s): No tattoos.
Additional Information: She wears a silver chain with the insignia of Primfira.
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Anu'Varr
Goddess of Devilry
Realm:
Osarion, The Ebony Castle
In the middle of the world, built atop a lone mountain, there resides the home of Anu. An evil place, Osarion is the home of the damned, a place where no sane mortal would ever venture. Home to demons and depraved creatures, secrets of Anu, and much, much more. There are many paths to reach Osarion, for those foolish enough to brave them, or for those unlucky souls who find themselves taken against their will. It's central location is both a beacon and a deterrent, for Anu cares little for being secluded from the world, unlike her siblings. The black castle spews out a vile miasma into the air, blanketing the land from the sun, and leaving the surrounding area's life, warped and desolate. This unnatural cloud cover however, never grows beyond the mountain. At least not yet.
The massive castle sits precariously on the mountain, blanketed in eternal twilight. Only the glow of burning fires provides any light, any warmth. Anu's throne room resides atop Osarion, the very pinnacle houses her large, twisted throne room. It overlooks the land, and Anu is no stranger to throwing creatures into the void that displease her. Besides her throne room, there is the treasury, a place that sits within the heart of Osarion. Not a soul save Anu know what resides within, but many have their guesses. Below the treasury, at the very bottom of the castle, the dungeons sit. Full of those foolish enough to upset Anu, and most usually, a place to keep food fresh. The mountain itself is filled with twisting passages, large caverns, breeding pits, and other unimaginable horrors.
(Much more to be added as rp progresses)
Personality:
Anu'Varr is a dark goddess, full of spite and wickedness. She came after the first gods born of chaos, and her violent birth scarred her body, and her mind, turning her angry and cruel. She cares little for her fellow siblings, rarely calling upon them for anything, and hardly ever answering unless she receives something in return. Her relationships with most of the firstborns, is incredibly strained to the point of being nonexistent. She is vindictive to the thought they came before her, and she blames them for what her domain now is. Godhood was thrust upon her whether she wanted it or not, and her existence is now defined but what she is, instead of what she could have been. As such, she very much enjoys causing them displeasure, no matter how inconvenient it seems.
Anu finds mortals to be expandable play things, who break far too easily. She is big on having purpose, and if you can't be useful, then you don't really deserve to live. In rare moments she will allow a mortal a favor, but it usually comes with a catch. It is not in her nature to give without taking, and kindness has no place in her blackened heart. When her sister Arda mated with a human man, causing much strife among the Gods, Anu found herself smiling. Humanity, Anu found, were fallible. From that point on, she would open their hearts to perverse words, and wickedness, driving many to sin. She would continue to punish her sister even after what had been done to her, by turning man cruel to one another.
Anu ultimately is a being of desires. She will always want more then what she will ever have, and she is cursed to never see it. Her machinations are of control and domination of the world, to cause mayhem and grow wickedness into mortal hearts. To take what is not hers, and shape it to be what she craves, whatever it takes. To snuff out the other gods, to make them her servants, it would bring her nothing but empty joy. Anu's greatest fault is that she can never find happiness, no matter what she does, no matter how hard she looks- there will always be an empty pit inside of her, and it will never be filled.
Other:
Anu is a sucker for flattery, and is a bit self entitled. Her siblings would know her to be a bit on the mad side.
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Anu'Varr
Goddess of Devilry, The Scarred One, The Curse Giver
Domain: Devilry
Realm:
Osarion, The Ebony Castle
In the middle of the world, built atop a lone mountain, there resides the home of Anu. An evil place, Osarion is the home of the damned, a place where no sane mortal would ever venture. Home to demons and depraved creatures, secrets of Anu, and much, much more. There are many paths to reach Osarion, for those foolish enough to brave them, or for those unlucky souls who find themselves taken against their will. It's central location is both a beacon and a deterrent, for Anu cares little for being secluded from the world, unlike some of her siblings. The black castle spews out a vile miasma into the air, blanketing the land from the sun, and leaving the surrounding area's life, warped and desolate. This unnatural cloud cover however, never grows beyond the mountain. At least not yet.
The massive castle itself sits precariously on the mountain, blanketed in eternal twilight. Only the glow of burning fires provides any light, any warmth. At the Pinnacle of Osarion resides the Devil's Throne, made from the bones of humanity. Besides her throne room, there is the treasury, a place that sits within the heart of Osarion. Not a soul save Anu know what resides within, but many have their guesses. Below the treasury, at the very bottom of the castle, the dungeons sit. Full of those foolish enough to upset Anu, and a place to keep food fresh. The mountain itself is filled with twisting passages, large caverns, breeding pits, and other unimaginable horrors.
(Much more to be added as rp progresses)
Biography/Personality:
Anu'Varr is a dark goddess, full of spite and wickedness. She came well after the first gods were born, and her violent birth scarred her body, and her mind, turning her angry and cruel. She cares little for her fellow siblings, rarely calling upon them for anything, and hardly ever answering unless she receives something in return. Her relationships with most of the firstborns, is incredibly strained to the point of being nonexistent. She is vindictive to the thought they came before her, and she blames them for what her domain now is. Godhood was thrust upon her whether she wanted it or not, and her existence is now defined but what she is, instead of what she could have been. As such, she very much enjoys causing them displeasure, no matter how inconvenient it seems. She would not throw away a chance to consume their divinity and add it to herself.
Anu finds most mortals to be expandable play things, who break far too easily. Her thoughts are of having purpose, and if you can't be useful, then you don't really deserve to exist. In rare moments she will allow a mortal a favor, but it usually comes with a catch. It is not in her nature to give without taking, and kindness has no place in her blackened heart.
On humanity, Anu has a deep hatred, founded the moment she looked upon them. They had came before her, a DIVINE, these beings of flesh and blood. A thought most inconceivable to the Goddess of Devilry. It was wrong, so very wrong to imagine such creatures living in happiness, before she had even opened her eyes. For this transgression, she vowed to wipe them off the face of the planet.
But when she learned of her siblings and some of their care for humanity, Anu's anger was unbridled. So she cursed the species, in a scream that shook the world, placing into their hearts the potential for hatred, violence and cruelty. The "Sin Curse", as it was to be called, would live in humanity, but only truly revealing itself with their first act of knowingly sinning.
Anu ultimately is a being of desires. She will always want more then what she will ever have, and she is cursed to never see it. Her machinations are of control and domination of the world, to cause mayhem and grow wickedness into mortal hearts. To take what is not hers, and shape it to be what she craves, whatever it takes. To snuff out the other gods, to make them her servants, it would bring her nothing but empty joy. Anu's greatest fault is that she can never find happiness, no matter what she does, no matter how hard she looks- there will always be an empty pit inside of her, and it will never be filled.
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Misc: Anu is a sucker for flattery, and is a bit self entitled. Her siblings would know her to be a bit on the mad side.
"Put that on my Tabula"
Azhriel- "He picked the wrong God to watch.. But I don't mind."
Dao Rugadh- "Yet another who's passions are for mortals. Such ambition.. yet clouded with obsession."
Dirka- "Mad, and not in the way I like."
Drakairós- "Which ever mortal, God, or creature proclaimed three heads were better then one, was lying."
Ferron- "Let the Dirt Dweller have his earth, I don't imagine it will last forever.
Gammaton- "I don't like bugs, I find them to be such a nuisance."
Hayim- "Such a thorn, a sharp biting thorn."
Hyperion- "Too much light and it will only be blinding. His pathetic crusades are of little consequence.""
Iarus- "Oh Deception, so honest with what it is."
Iva'Kroth- "Was it insanity that drove the lust for knowledge, or was it knowledge that drove the insanity?"
Naswaru- "Another human lover.. I wonder.. take the beast out of its environment, throw it somewhere new, does it still reign supreme?"
Oao- "Is the sun as equally afraid of the dark, as this one is of the sun?"
Ragnagedon- "This brother, he has potential."
Ral- "I fail to see why this one has a chord."
Somler- "If he is unknown, then how does he exist?"
Svieand- "Unlike Deception, I find that Cold is never honest with itself."
Dao Rugadh- "Yet another who's passions are for mortals. Such ambition.. yet clouded with obsession."
Dirka- "Mad, and not in the way I like."
Drakairós- "Which ever mortal, God, or creature proclaimed three heads were better then one, was lying."
Ferron- "Let the Dirt Dweller have his earth, I don't imagine it will last forever.
Gammaton- "I don't like bugs, I find them to be such a nuisance."
Hayim- "Such a thorn, a sharp biting thorn."
Hyperion- "Too much light and it will only be blinding. His pathetic crusades are of little consequence.""
Iarus- "Oh Deception, so honest with what it is."
Iva'Kroth- "Was it insanity that drove the lust for knowledge, or was it knowledge that drove the insanity?"
Naswaru- "Another human lover.. I wonder.. take the beast out of its environment, throw it somewhere new, does it still reign supreme?"
Oao- "Is the sun as equally afraid of the dark, as this one is of the sun?"
Ragnagedon- "This brother, he has potential."
Ral- "I fail to see why this one has a chord."
Somler- "If he is unknown, then how does he exist?"
Svieand- "Unlike Deception, I find that Cold is never honest with itself."
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Key Notes;
What is the difference between Devils and Demons?
The key difference between Devil's and Demons in the Tabrasa Universe, is that Devil's are born through temptation, and promises of wicked power. While demons are created, usually by excessive means and by force. As an example, Humans were seduced by Anu to become the first Succubi, as they were willing to fall with a little persuasion. While Anu created the first Flesh Demons by using a dead corpse, meaning they did not have a choice in their conception. Though there will always be exceptions in both cases.
Lesser demons usually act upon instinct and what they were created for, showing no great amounts of intelligence. Specialized demons, Greater demons, and eventual Demon Lords, will hold a higher standard of intelligence and act upon their thoughts.
In most cases, Devil's are notably stronger then demons, though once again, there are exceptions. Most lesser Devils are about on equal footing with, with specialized Demons, but just below Greater Demons. Greater Devils are on par with Demon lords, and usually outclassing them. Devil lords are just under Anu in terms of power and control.
Lesser Devils-
Greater Devils-
Succubi - These Unearthly, beautiful beings, were the first humans ever seduced by Anu. They vaguely retain the appearance of women, but enhanced in every way imaginable. They are pleasure incarnate. Their very bodies are molded to be everything a mortal of flesh cannot resist. No matter the species, their charms and powers seduce and control all that they touch. To break such a spell, one would have to be very powerful. Older Succubi are also capable of changing females into new succubi, for such power can be all consuming. They are extremely hedonistic, graceful, and arrogant.
The Three - Seri, Rowa, and Maya. These sisters sit on the very top of all Succubus kind and their words are absolute. They were changed directly by Anu, and their powers are derive from her especially. They are pets of Anu, and seldom leave her side unless tasked with something.
Devil Lords-
Calli, The Matriarch. She is the epitome of all Succubus kind. Her very words are fanciful and oozing with temptation. She was the first human ever seduced by Anu, and because of that, she holds power over her kind. A single touch from her would erupt such a powerful response that a mind would break from the sheer anticipation of unbridled lust felt for her. Even another Succubi would have a hard time trying to control themselves around her. Her powers are great, but she seldom uses them. She never leaves Anu's throne room, for she is the personal Pet of Anu.
Elaria, the Devil of Whispers. Her creation was unique, for Anu herself bled her into being with but a single drop of her ichor. Then imbued her with a small fraction of her power, to act as an avatar of sorts. Her skin is pale, her body unblemished, and she is beautiful, but not so like a Succubus. She has long black hair, and her eyes are amber colored, like Anu's once were. Elaria was tasked with changing humans and other mortals into demons and devils, by any means necessary. Whether through persuasion, seduction, or force- Elaria utilizes all. She is powerful, and not to be underestimated. She can also be summoned by carving the symbol of Anu into living flesh, then whispering "I whisper so that I might be found. I whisper for Elaria."
Lesser Devils had been a bi-product when Osarion was molded from the rock. She had used a great amount of her energy, and some of that raw power manifested itself into small creatures, no taller than the head of a goat, who came in many shapes and forms. Some had horns, others had wings, most were shades of red and a few were grey or black. The grey and black ones were usually in charge. They made poor servants, only really caring about food, and after she had discovered a few stealing scraps from her Blood Wall, she had banished them from her Throne. Anu wasn't sure if they had a higher form of intelligence, and to be honest, she really didn't care. Now they wandered the halls, wild and sporadic, as they tended to multiply quickly. Individually, she had noticed they were poor fighters, but when they swarmed, it was a different story. She enjoyed throwing them live humans down in the pits, a favorite treat, but fortunately they could hunt for themselves and on many occasions, she was delighted to hear screams. It had been a very long time since she had created anything new, for the Sin Curse had taken what was left of her strength, but at last she felt invigorated once more.
Greater Devils-
Succubi - These Unearthly, beautiful beings, were the first humans ever seduced by Anu. They vaguely retain the appearance of women, but enhanced in every way imaginable. They are pleasure incarnate. Their very bodies are molded to be everything a mortal of flesh cannot resist. No matter the species, their charms and powers seduce and control all that they touch. To break such a spell, one would have to be very powerful. Older Succubi are also capable of changing females into new succubi, for such power can be all consuming. They are extremely hedonistic, graceful, and arrogant.
The Three - Seri, Rowa, and Maya. These sisters sit on the very top of all Succubus kind and their words are absolute. They were changed directly by Anu, and their powers are derive from her especially. They are pets of Anu, and seldom leave her side unless tasked with something.
Devil Lords-
Calli, The Matriarch. She is the epitome of all Succubus kind. Her very words are fanciful and oozing with temptation. She was the first human ever seduced by Anu, and because of that, she holds power over her kind. A single touch from her would erupt such a powerful response that a mind would break from the sheer anticipation of unbridled lust felt for her. Even another Succubi would have a hard time trying to control themselves around her. Her powers are great, but she seldom uses them. She never leaves Anu's throne room, for she is the personal Pet of Anu.
Elaria, the Devil of Whispers. Her creation was unique, for Anu herself bled her into being with but a single drop of her ichor. Then imbued her with a small fraction of her power, to act as an avatar of sorts. Her skin is pale, her body unblemished, and she is beautiful, but not so like a Succubus. She has long black hair, and her eyes are amber colored, like Anu's once were. Elaria was tasked with changing humans and other mortals into demons and devils, by any means necessary. Whether through persuasion, seduction, or force- Elaria utilizes all. She is powerful, and not to be underestimated. She can also be summoned by carving the symbol of Anu into living flesh, then whispering "I whisper so that I might be found. I whisper for Elaria."
Flesh Demons - The first demons ever born to Anu. Created from the dead flesh of a human, they are all female in appearance, but gender has no meaning to such creatures. They use telepathy to speak to one another, in an a language that holds no meaning for those that might hear it. Beware their piercing shrieks, for it can be immobilizing. Run if you see one, and pray they don't hear you, for the Flesh demons are unnaturally swift predators and crave flesh.
The Sin Curse
Before Anu'Varr arrived in the world, mankind were compassionate and rather docile. They were happy and a content species, who seldom caused one another pain or injury. Violence was very much a burden of nature and not defined. In times when they would fight one another, there would be no consequence, for they knew not what they were doing. This would change when Anu, in an act of unbridled rage, cursed them forever more. Violence would now live in human hearts, and be defined by the extreme cruelty they would act upon one another.
This glorious passion of hatred is unleashed by knowingly committing the worst sins. But how can one define a sin? In the context of this curse, it arrives with fervor after transgression upon fellow man. Though Anu cares little to admit it, humans are intelligent, they think and act upon those thoughts. Now an act of murder, an act of evil, an act of misguided lust, would have dire consequence.
The curse itself, drives those afflicted to keep indulging their sin. This compulsion has varying effects, with the strong willed able to keep hold of themselves at first, but just like the weak, they will succumb, loosing all trace of their humanity.
This glorious passion of hatred is unleashed by knowingly committing the worst sins. But how can one define a sin? In the context of this curse, it arrives with fervor after transgression upon fellow man. Though Anu cares little to admit it, humans are intelligent, they think and act upon those thoughts. Now an act of murder, an act of evil, an act of misguided lust, would have dire consequence.
The curse itself, drives those afflicted to keep indulging their sin. This compulsion has varying effects, with the strong willed able to keep hold of themselves at first, but just like the weak, they will succumb, loosing all trace of their humanity.
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