[CHAR] The World Unravelled: A God RP

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[Lady Selune]

Perillian

Tall, blond and powerfully built, Perillian is a sheer block of well-honed muscle mass. Beyond her normal mortal form, she also has a particular fascinating piece of gear- her breastplate. Beaten and made out of burnished steel, the breastplate has four beautiful mechanical arms forged and affixed to the back, giving Perillian an extra two sets of limbs. These arms can be simply used to hold additional objects to free up her biological ones, or various tools and weapons may be mounted on them.



A brass orb covered in gears that whirrs and clicks with each second. It feels like a living object when held, with a slight and strange warmth to it. When placed into the socket it becomes still, and forms a smooth brass surface with no clear marks on it.







Perillian previously was a mild supporter of Sandrimor. Although she didn’t see any particular reason to support him over anyone else she still gave her Core to him every cycle, assisting him with the continuation of his rule. Now however, without any obvious choice she’s far more discerning about who she supports, and may be harbouring the idea of claiming the throne for herself.

Entering this domain is like being smacked in the face with a blowtorch, such is the incredible heat. Every inch of it is a noisy, smoky and packed realm, filled with clanking metalworks, gnomes, goblins and automatons crawling over every surface. Although there are pockets of calm and coolness for other Gods to visit and remain, most of the time the Workshop is a confusing and grimy place... But Perillian is right at home.

All of her greatest works are produced in the Workshop. Any new thing that she or her peoples can tinker up will be made in the Workshop, and potentially even shared among the mortal races. Beyond just this though, the Workshop has one of the greatest artefacts that the Gods of ever seen, the Soulforge. At the centre of the workshop is the Soulforge- the massive construct where Anathema and Avatars can be built.

The Soulforge is at the core of her domain, and is impossibly hot- far too hot for any mortal to enter. In fact, the heat is so great that not even the constructs in her domain can venture inside for too long, the central structure being suspended over constantly-flowing magma. It is here that her greatest works are formed, hammered out with the precision and mastery that only a Goddess could manage.

[Archetype Zero]

The Scalekeeping God

Odjuren

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Order & Hierarchy

Law, Respect, Seniority.

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Gender:
Male.

Opposing Domains:
Change, Chaos.

Appearance:
Odjuren maintains a somewhat surprisingly youthful appearance whilst revealing himself to others, seemingly aged no greater than the middle 20s. The chaotic youth most would typically compare him with do not amount to his demeanour however, wielding the moniker of both a stern yet kind man clad in spectacularly beautiful robes fitted in perfect geometric similarity. Each complex pattern perfectly mimiced across the canvas that is the cloth-like fabric on his clad form. The pale skin comparable to that of a child, unaffected by the pollutants of the sun nor the dirt of the wilderness.

His face, perfectly symmetric, a quirk which follows through to the entirety of his form, balanced in all forms of biological shape and metaphysical knowledge, all exemplified in his ideal appearance. His hair, otherwise unruly, is held in shape by yet another excessively bejeweled piece of fabric.

As a perfect break from shape, his eyes, whilst most might've suspected perfect symmetry much like the rest of his body, are coloured in two antithetical manners; white and gold, and white and black; symbolizing the balance of both "good" and "evil"; Creation and Destruction. The necessity of both things.

In addition, the man has only one arm; in its shape a vague phantasmal shape instead aids him in handling items and other material objects.

Core Appearance:
A scale, both white and black, split equally through the middle. Symmetric in manners only feasible to Gods, the item itself has a strangely abstract shape, and in its scales are left the metaphysical ideal of order itself.

Personality:
Some may call him dumb, others an idiot. The ideal of balance and order in the system as it has been might been an ideal unworthy of support, at least to some. His ways are rigid, at least to those who speak with him; often refusing to partake in matters of which he has no recollection of happening or occuring in ages past. Some may describe him as a monolithic personality, but in his own mind these classifications bear little significance.

He views the world and the state of the Shape as too frail for such measly matters, an aspect of which gave him great respect from former divine courts. Unfortunately, the long time it takes for others to properly understand Odjuren's somewhat atypical mannerisms and quirks leads him to stand is a somewhat lonely corner when compared with his more successful kin. Nevertheless, he is the champion of stability, at least in his own views, viewing the working system that have proven themselves functional in the past to be better than experiments performed in the present.

He does not look down on his fellow kin, no matter their faiths or ideals, but instead put himself in the rather unique position of self-proclaimed scalekeeper. Having locked himself with his thoughts for as many cycles as have been, he views himself as the historian of the Shapers, but does not particularly share his interest with anyone unless necessary. His somewhat obsessive fetish of keeping balance in all things extends, in fact, into all matters of his existence within the shape itself. Having obsessively weighed and measured the time in which he is alone with the time in which he is with others over cycles, the chaos of the present have forced him out of his bubble of comfort.

Lacking any meaningful relationship with most of his kin due to his particular quirk of self-imposed distance, his regular appearances being advisory to the former king of the Shape, he is now put in a place where change has come, undesirable as it is, and he views that it is his duty to see to it that order is restored, but the difficulties of his position are not unknown to him.

Maybe order itself must change?

No, such an idea is merely too ludicrous...

Relationships:
Odjuren does not look down on other immortals, but the idea that he does hasn't escaped the minds of many of his kin. His distance from others come off as both uncomfortable and odd to most, but his mind itself does not wander so far into irrelevant subjects. He has simply not have had to deal with others, and whilst he respects those of whom have fought for order in the past, he does not look down and disrespect those who have fallen in the pursuit of chaos. In his mind, all subjects of the shape carry with them their own unique view of things, and their own moralities; but the core principle remains that there is one fundamental rule to the world that IS, and the champions of the world that might be, are merely pursuers of dreams who will in time ruin them. He views the pursuit of the throne, however, as an unsacred act, spitting on the past King of the Shape, and views himself, as a former advisor to the King, as the Guardian of the Throne; to find someone suitable, or claim it itself and atone for his sacrilegious acts in deeds to the legacy of those who came before.

Wyle, the Rascal-God - Odjuren has apparently been 'adopted' by what can only be described as the most troublesome of the Gods. The reason of which simply escapes him, but he feels like the relationship isn't purely meaningles and decides to humor the little trickster whenever he doesn't have anything bigger to lose than his time. Though he isn't a stranger to the very nature of his apparent adoptee, making sure to at least teach the fox whenever an opportunity presents themselves. A fruitful relationship to say the least, however maybe not in the words of Odjuren himself.

Nyrae, Aspect of Love - Odjuren regards the Goddess as a far more troubling entity than most of the other Gods; not because of any residing negativity, but because of her influence. Her, and most other Gods', highly biased views are a great difficulty for the Scalekeeper and is the main reason for which he has been forced to work as fruitfully as he has for as many cycles as he has been. That being said, she is a close confidante even so; a close friend for which he has known for long, and feels comfortable spilling his mind to. Whilst he might not be as efficient in ensuring his debts be repayed, Odjuren certainly makes sure that others' time is well compensated. Being a greatly humble personality, Odjuren himself regards only one thing with extreme importance, that of balance. To that lenght, he greatly respects the history of which the Goddess herself carries at her wake. Great friends, maybe? Who knows, but it is a rather interesting relationship.

Allegiances:
True Neutrality.

Domain:
The Mirror-World is Odjuren's own domain, a realm divided in its center between the two opposing pools of the fundamental. Inbetween these metaphysical axioms lie a path laid in stone, intermittened by flourishing grass and beautiful flowers. At the path's end lie a house, no, a mansion overlooking the celestial plane. The mansion itself lacks definite shape, much like the other aspects of his domain, changing appearance based on those who visit it, as opposed to the resident within. Odjuren himself can often be found in the mansion's pavillion, overhanging the sea of emeralds in which the mansion itself overlooks, with a perfect view of the stars above and below.

Peoples:
The chief supporters of Odjuren are often those rare few just and proper lawkeepers and lawbringers of the world below the 'shape', be they druids or chieftans, kings or priests. However, he views himself as the shepard of the soldier, not because of his skill in battle, or his strategic wit, but because of the cause of which they support; order and structure. Most soldiers do not wage war for blood and turmoil, death and pillage. Whilst there are some who do, they do not walk with the blessing of Odjuren. No, instead he gives protection to those who defend the innocent and halt the chaos of war and the systemic destruction of hierarchy in the anarchy that follows in the wake of conquest. Likewise he opposes the revolutionairy and defends the conservative.

Avatar and Anathema:
Lackingly unimaginative, Odjuren's avatar is, well, a perfect avatar of his own percieved form. There is no difference from his ideal shape and the appearance of his avatar. They even bear the same name, although unsurprisingly, bearing the name of Gods amongst mortals is not particularly uncommon, but when the power of Odjuren's avatar was made aware by the denizens of the mortal world, he became more of an importance in the world. Armed with the Weight of Order, the right arm of Odjuren himself made into a weapon capable of vanquishing Gods, the mortal agent of Odjuren's will is aptly prepared for combat, much more so than Odjuren himself could ever fathom himself to be. Unfortunately the circumstances of this cycle have changed with the norme that he is used to, and maybe the monolith itself must consider changing shape.

The Weight of Order are a powerful artifact which works in a surprising fashion indeed. They are able to equalize the difference in power between an equal amount of entities in which they have immediate connection with. That is to say, they are able to equalize the strenght between two opponents in a duel, or four opponents in a brawl. This is done through fundamental schackles created from the most metaphysical of divine constructions. It functions by weakening the stronger party in combat, and does not hinder the underdog, so to speak, in comparison. The artifact itself has no 'on' or 'off' attributes, and are constantly in effect. This is partly which the avatar keeps himself in constant battle-readiness, so as to ensure their safety, and also to ensure the efforts of Odjuren's potential interventions.

The Weight of Order isn't exactly the most impressive of weapons, but with its ability, it is able to make a fight out of what otherwise would've been impossible. Odjuren is no fool, however, and understands better than anyone how possible it is for order to fail in the chaos of battle, and due to his innate foundational personality, he does not take well to combat or battle to begin with. He does, however, realize that few others follow his creed, and chose to fight fire with fire after many cycles of pondering. Whilst certainly not the mightiest of weapons of any God, it is certainly not incapable of offensive ability.

Misc:
Adores Moths, sees them even as the perfect mixture of creature on the mortal realm. Whilst he follows his obvious doctrines of showing neither favour nor disfavour for the sake of order, he has broken his moral code several times, leading to highly repentent behaviour in face of the former King of the Gods. The former king probably humoured him, knowing that explaining what the actual consequences of his behaviour was a rather trivial matter in general.

To this day, Odjuren occationally writes apologetical poetic pieces to the former God-King, ultimately unsure of whether he is aware of it or not. Though his sternness has somewhat eroded from his initial service with the King to his present date.

[Commodore]

Ut, Weaver of Magics

Major Domains: Magic
Minor Domains: Autonomy, the Occult, Alchemy
Opposing Domains: Anti-magic

Core Appearance: A small glowing orb, extremely smooth, glows different colors based on the magical content of the local area, ascending the visible light spectrum.

Gender: Neutral, None chosen and changes frequently in various appearances, as well as appearances which one would have a great deal of difficulty assigning a such a thing

Appearance:
Common form among mortals: Ut does not have many specific forms although a few generalities can be noticed. Typically Ut will take the form of an older member of the mortal races, male, female, or otherwise, it matters not to Ut. Covered in some sort of cloak and cowl, what material exactly changes but usually appearing of good quality whatever the material, cheap cloths and wool are the most common. Occasionally Ut will appear as carrying some object, typically a book, staff or wand although rarely Ut will carry something else more appropriate to the circumstance. Ut will usually appear to wear a tunic with sandals under the cloak in this form.

Pictures

Male Human

Female Human

Form of Extraordinary Circumstance: Ut only rarely takes this form although it is their go to for unsettling mortals and expressing their displeasure with a situation.

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Personality: Generally Ut has little issue with other immortals as their primary concern is to provide mortals with the abilities resulting from magic. Ut may have issue with any god who Ut views as being too restrictive on mortal access, although Ut is also not great involved in the world politics. He wouldn’t care if a god had just smashed a magical college but would care if that destruction rendered magic inaccessible to a large number of mortals. Ut wants mortals to have access to magic which can provide them some ability to enact what may be called miracles without the intervention of Divine powers, Ut wants magic to be used.

That said, Ut can be somewhat possessive of things that they have personally been involved with, so you might expect Ut to get more upset at say destroying a temple he built rather than the slaughter of mortals, the latter is in bad taste without a reason perhaps but the former is an offense to Ut.

Relationships: Beyond generalities of Ut’s own person, little can be said about Ut’s relations as of yet given their own only recent existence.

Allegiances: None as of yet, being a newly born God just after the fading of the previous ruler means Ut has no real pre-established preference. Looking to the future Ut may seek the throne for their self or seek to support another to protect Ut’s own interests. However, Ut sees no real hurry to crown another Ruler.

Domain: The Domain of Ut is one that can be hard to explain the feeling one gets there. To most it would not seem that special, although the floating islands and other debris may surprise some insular mortals that is not what is particular about the realm of Ut. The Sheer vibrance of the realm can come quickly to many, Mortal, Mage and Divine alike. However most striking is the essence of magic of the realm, it is not that it is suffused with the magic that Ut is of so dear, but that it is that magic. The ‘islands’, the ‘air’, all around is magic in a form shaped by Ut, weaved to resemble that of the mortal plane but clear to all but the most magic blind it is not.

At the center of the Domain of Ut is a citadel, made of the same magic as all other things in Ut’s domain, although different. Whereas most of the realm is weaved gently of magic the CItadel is a hardened structure, made both as a resting place for Ut from the world and as a final layer of defense, should that ever be required. The vibrant nature of the realm is constantly present, despite all that would seem to create that atmosphere. There are no aspects of life, no forests, animals, or anything else. There are no great streams or rivers, just the sheer seeping essence of magic from everything of and in the realm.

Peoples: Although claiming no species or people as their own as do some Gods, Ut does take great interest in those blessed with the gifts of magic. Mages, and other users of magic are watched over by Ut, although only rarely taking interest in specific mortals, Ut does take notice of any major events concerning these mortals around the realm. However, in the future Ut may take a further interest in those peoples that assist his efforts beyond those direct of his interest.

Avatar and Anathema: None as of yet, neither has Ut formulated an Avatar since they are a very recent god nor have they an Anathema for very much the same reason.

[BCTheEntity]

The God-Emperor of Mankind

Name: Legio
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Legio is roughly thirteen feet tall under normal circumstances, and aside from his primary form, it seems he prefers to subtly alter his appearance to look just about however he likes to any given observer, though this will very rarely veer from any appearance other than human.

Core Appearance:

The Globus Aquila, a heavily bejewelled orb of gold, glowing a similar colour, with the symbol of a double-headed eagle mounted atop it.

Major Domains: Humans/Humanity
Minor Domains: Truth, Bravery, Progress
Opposing Domains: N/A

Personality: With the race of humanity specifically as his domain, the Emperor of Man is naturally very inclined toward keeping his charges safe, to an almost obsessive degree. Whilst not actively aggressive toward most mortal races, he firmly believes that humanity is destined to become the dominant race over all others, mortals and immortals alike, and a lot of his morality is based around the notion of paving the way for humanity to achieve this fate, and in particular finding a way for them to outlive the Roil as the gods do in order to ensure their infinite potential for progress goes unbroken. That said, Legio has an honourable streak about him that he insists the humans who worship him emulate, being brave in the face of harsh odds, and honest in the face of lies and deception; though his own plans sometimes necessitate omitting information, he is for the most part not needlessly cruel in any sense, and he can be very friendly, at least to those who don't oppose him.

Relationships: Those who assist humanity's destiny are beloved, those who hinder it are despised. The nuance depends on what degree of assistance or hindrance is offered, though as a general rule, active interference by either the deity or their subjects will bring about more powerful feelings than passive interactions either way.

Allegiances: Whilst Legio did actively support Sandrimor in past cycles just to ensure he wasn't ousted by a less favourable deity, he is currently gunning for the empty throne himself, and whilst the Emperor of Mankind has no intent to be needlessly selfish about his leadership - after all, some insight from other perspectives could always be appreciated - he would be hard put-upon to accept a situation where he is not King of the Gods in some sense, as this would be what he feels is best for Mankind.

Domain: The Divine City of Emanule - A massive, glorious city where the streets are literally paved with gold, or rather glow gold with something immanent and much more valuable than mere metal. Humans in this place often bear a great deal of magical potential, and have a tendency to live several times longer than those beyond its borders; additionally, humanity's best aspects are somehow encouraged, facilitating peace and loyalty to one another without its citizens losing mind of Emanule's defense when it is required. Indeed, to that end, the barracks of the Eternal Wardens is situated here, the superhuman troops training constantly when they aren't out at Legio's bidding in an effort to perfect their prowess in all areas, and Legio's central palace is situated here too, the central room throneless as he seeks to serve his people as best he can, though that typically takes the form of ongoing testing and experimentation in order to achieve his primary goal.

Peoples: Legio's main, and technically only, people are humans - a quirk of evolution from the first cycle who as a species prayed to singular all-powerful beings that didn't exist yet, and so forged Legio from their residual, generalised belief in "the one true god" as a spawn of the second cycle. Whilst somewhat unique in their adaptability and development, not to mention their plentiful nature, the vast majority of humans are not typically exceptional relative to a lot of other races, and whilst each cycle has its epic human heroes as well as its totally average civilians, it is all too frequent for them to be considered the weakest of mortal races without their deity's backing. The exception to this, a development from just last cycle, lies in the form of those humans who Legio has seen fit to, in essence, uplift.

Eternal Wardens

Occasionally, a human will arise with strength, skill, magic, or any combination of these, far beyond what is usual for mankind in its current state, who sets forth to achieve great things and exceeds all expectations. It is to these heroes that Legio descends, and through use of his power over mortal, specifically human souls, he strengthens their very essence, not only enhancing their own being to near-bursting but imbuing them with a tiny portion of his own divine strength.
The result is an Eternal Warden: human in form, yet far beyond human in all other aspects, they are unaging, incredibly difficult to kill for all manner of reasons, and by some human societies considered angels or even minor demigods in their own right. After their ascension, they are inducted into Legio's personal army, gifted with even greater training in all fields of combat, science and philosophy, and ultimately bestowed weapons and armour forged from the finest magic-imbued materials to fight with. Those rare few who are exceptional even among these paragons lead their number and the charge, armed with Anathema weapons when plausible just in case the occasion arises that a god needs slaying by an immortal.
Most tellingly of the Master of Mankind's worldview, even the Eternal Wardens are considered by Legio to be mere shadows of what the human race shall eventually accomplish, as they too are inevitably destroyed by the Roil: though treated well, he expects that they will eventually be eclipsed, and hopes they will not hold themselves back when the time comes to move onward.

Avatar and Anathema:

The Colossus

An immense living statue made of solid metal and imbued with Legio's divine essence, the Colossus takes the form of the humans it is designed to protect sans the vital organs that it would otherwise require, and has been armed with a giant round shield, and an equally massive sizeshifting blade. Easily as large as or larger than any living Avatar of the other gods, the Colossus' construction makes it nearly immune to defeat by most means short of decapitation or the removal of all four limbs due to a lack of organic weak points, and consequently relatively easy to "resurrect" through simple reforging, not to mention capable of taking or avoiding heavy hits just as well as it doles them out.

Anathema - To Be Modified

The Golden Aegis - A suit of well-decorated golden armour, as seen above. The armour itself is unencumbering despite its bulk, and extraordinarily hard and tough, very difficult to penetrate or crush even with high-quality Godsbane weapons; what makes it truly powerful, however, is the fact that it shields its wearer from negative mental effects such as fear or mind control, as well as projecting an aura of bravery and stamina that imbues those fighting for Legio to keep up pressure against a foe no matter how much they would otherwise be flagging - very useful for avoiding a rout, but it could also work against them if a retreat would in fact be the most pertinent option.
The Blade Imperium - A weapon forged for Legio back in the time when he aspired for Boletia's ascendancy as the sole human empire, this is not only an incredibly well-crafted Godsbane sword in its own right, as seen above, but a strong focus for Legio's own magical abilities. By imbuing his power into it, he can generate a telekinetic effect far more extreme than usual that manifests as incorporeal flames around the sword, allowing it to cut through most substances like water, launch slashes of force as long-distance strikes, produce makeshift barriers to guard against enemy attacks, or even generate a sort of psychic whip to strike his enemies with.
The Claw of Man's Mastery - An immensely large Godsbane gauntlet with blades for fingers, as seen above. Much like the Blade Imperium, the Emperor can focus his power into the blades to let them safely hold or sharply cut through most materials, though with nothing like as much strength or control as the Blade Imperium. Instead, the Claw's effects are intended to enhance the best aspects of humanity, emitting an aura that substantially amplifies the capabilities of most humans in its range to better push them toward their perceived destiny - their strength and speed are boosted beyond normal human limits, they acquire a healing factor that can stitch together light to moderate wounds in relatively short order, and their minds enter a state of thought that is improved both quantatively and qualitively compared to usual, letting the average soldier fight with greater effectiveness, and allowing their leaders to develop complex and brilliant tactics and strategies on the fly.

Misc:

[Argis]

Nyrae, Goddess of Love and Beauty

Nyrae

Overmother - Aspect of Love - The Beautiful - Celestial Matriarch

Witness her.

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Gender
Female.

Major Domains
Love and Beauty.

Minor Domains
Lust. Seduction. Compassion. Desire. Marriage. Childbirth. Youth.

Opposing Domains
Apathy. Horror. Decay.

Appearance
Such is the intensity of Nyrae's beauty that even a glimpse of what lies beneath her mask and her elaborate dress is enough to send civilisations mad with love and desire. For the benefit of both mortal and immortal realms she locks away her beauty with these sacred garments, which also have the effect of suppressing her boundless desire. No one who has witnessed the face of Nyrae has lived with enough sense to tell the tale. Since knowing the destructive power of her beauty, Nyrae for eons has vowed to never needlessly reveal her face again, barring times where she must use the totality of her power to preserve love and compassion within this world.

Core - Nyrae's Heart
Nyrae's core takes the form of a blood-soaked orb that bleeds upon being handled, the crimson strands gently snaking around whomever touches it. If one held it to their ear, they would be able to hear the melodic beat of Nyrae's heart, immortalised within the sphere.

Personality
Nyrae possesses the fierceness of a mother's love and the grace of a woman humble about her unfathomable beauty. She will go to no end to preserve love within every realm of existence, and will not shy away from challenging those who threaten to destroy this sacred value. With her greatest interest being the nurturing of love in all its forms, Nyrae's empathy can leave her vulnerable to those with more insidious motives, but an ever-faithful companion to those she can trust.

As the aspect of love, Nyrae is eternally tormented by a desire to fulfil her own romantic urges and passions, however, allowing herself to submit to these desires would assure the hysterical madness of all creatures capable of love and the subsequent destruction of this world. As such it is her sacrifice to repress her powers to a level where she can preserve, rather than tarnish, and seeks instead to satisfy herself voyeuristically through the loving experiences of her people. She is there as a mother sees her newborn baby for the first time, birthed from blood, sweat and muffled breaths. She is there as young lovers consummate their desire of for another in a tangle of warmth and primal yearning, losing themselves in the perfect unity of love. She is there as a wife looks at her husband trimming the hair of their son, and is so overwhelmed by the years that have gone by and how their love has never faded that she cries, unable to comprehend why the snip of those scissors and the hiccups of laughter from their son affects her so.

The paradox of Nyrae lies in her being the boundless embodiment of love and being simultaneously unable to fall in love for the consequences that would threaten to annihilate realms both mortal and immortal. A prisoner of her own desire, Nyrae's mask serves as a symbol for a love and beauty that is just too much for the comprehension of this world.

Tragedy for Nyrae are souls that drifts from this world into the afterlife without experiencing the miracle of love. It feels as though a sword pierces her own heart, she cannot help but feel the despair, loneliness and isolation of that soul. So it is her eternal quest to bring an end to such horror, for as the Overmother, all who walk upon this earth are her children, and she will do anything to ensure their souls take flight over this vast, cruel world.

Relationships
Will be updated as the RP progresses.

Legio, God-Emperor of Mankind

Nyrae admires the God-Emperor's passion for humanity and by nature she has always adored humans -- highly emotional, sensual beings that afford themselves the pleasures of life. Legio's disinterest in other races concerns Nyrae, for as the Overmother she will embrace all who walk upon the earth, however she believes in Legio's nature as a man of ferocious honour, not that of an apathetic dictator.

Odjuren, The Scalekeeping God

Time has made Nyrae fond of Odjuren, and she thinks of him as an old friend, though she is unsure if Odjuren himself would confirm that. She finds it difficult to decipher what he thinks of her, though she enjoys his good sense and value of balance and peace. Despite being the goddess of love and beauty, there are few immortals that Nyrae enjoys the company of, and Odjuren is one of them. She sees him as a respectable soul driven by order and dignity, however his distance from others often makes her wonder how highly he values love in the world. Nyrae also wishes Odjuren would have more faith in his poetry.

Ut, Weaver of Magics

Nyrae views Ut as a mother would a mischievous child. She believes he is too generous with his power, and as a new god should be more careful with his influence over these realms. Nyrae does not mind the presence of magic within the world, as long as it nurtures love and beauty and does not destroy it.

Wyle, The Trickster God

The pesky fox-cub unnerves Nyrae. She believes strongly that some things should never be blessed with wings. Despite this, her heart softens in his presence, and she is tormented with a desire to wrap the adorable creature in her arms and cradle him against-- Oh but how that pesky creature unnerves her...

Guildsmen, The Trader of Coin

[Wip].

Allegiances
As an older goddess that has witnessed roil after roil, the fading of Sandrimor concerns Nyrae. Though she felt he lacked passion, Nyrae considered Sandrimor to be a god she could trust with her vision, and could pacify those who disrespected it. With the throne now open to any old god who could claim it, Nyrae has a grave concern for the future of this world, and she prays (to herself) that she will be able to find other gods who share her insatiable passion for love and its place within this realm for the eons to come.
With the throne unseated and the potential for a war among immortals imminent, Nyrae will pacify all who disrespect her domain, even if it requires the celestial matriarch to take the throne herself.

Domain

Elanarea

Elanarea is Nyrae's perfect world, carefully constructed over eons by Nyrae's most devout worshippers living and dead. For all the beauty Nyrae must conceal in other realms, here, it reigns free, in every inch of her tender creations.
Love too is liberated here, and a satisfaction of the most intense romantic and erotic desires awaits all who enter. It is the physical, architectural manifestation of love, sex and beauty.
Such a place is not welcome to all however, and it is known that the world of Elanarea makes one confront the deepest truths of their core, testing whether one can purge the hatred that burdens them in the name of love, or be consumed by it.

Peoples
The Overmother is called upon by all who pray for love. Mothers seek her guidance on how to preserve love within their children and quell the flames of hatred that bid their destruction. Priests bless marriages in the name of Nyrae, suitors pray to her for requited love from those they desire. And all who desire beauty hope that even a cell of Nyrae's perfect being could fall from the heavens and grace their existence. It is also said that those who are dying alone have prayed to Nyrae for the feeling that they have been loved, and the goddess has been known to grace these doomed souls with a glimpse of her divine face -- cleansing every ounce of their isolation and allowing them to drift peacefully into the hands of death.

Avatar

Vyla, Nyrae's Succubus

In order to pacify her own unbounded sensual urges, Nyrae sealed a portion of these desires within her vessel, Vyla, and breathed her into existence. Although the succubus is a chaotic avatar which Nyrae can barely keep control over, she ultimately performs Nyrae's will. The succubus is a manifestation of the sexual demons which have tormented Nyrae for eons, baiting her into plunging the world into hedonistic ruin.
Although Vyla takes the form of a human, her physical abilities far exceed. A master in the art of seduction and deception, Vyla uses her charm to get close to foes, before eliminating them with the Heartseeker -- of course, only if it is Nyrae's will -- What a drag... her 'will' is something that never fails to make Vyla's eyes roll.
With the chance for a war among gods to ensue in the near future, Vyla has never been more excited to serve the Overmother's will... and satisfy her own.

Anathema

Heartseeker

Once the Heartseeker is hilted within the target's body, an overwhelming surge of Nyrae's passion envelops the target, enslaving them to her will. If the blade is removed, the target is killed.

Misc

Interesting Tidbits
- The celestial matriarch is terrified of moths and will avoid them at all costs.
- Takes tea over coffee.
- Enjoys trimming rosebushes

Poems

Overmother's Torment

A cursed love in this blood,
Too much have I bled
And watched it congeal into pain.
My children slain and thrown into my arms

To take them to death, to tell them they did okay.
Never will they feel the brush of the breast against their red cheeks,
The touch of a mother’s lips against their little feet.
Oh to love so much that it hurts,
To love with a heart wrapped in thorns.

Every beat an echo of another loss,
Just as well they do not see their mother’s face,
Too much to bear, this withering
Of every life I embrace.

[Enigmatik]

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Anacahe, Dealbroker, Don of Death and Ruler of the Underworld

Gender: Male? Female? His voice is baritone, so that's really the only thing that most people have to go on.

Major Domains: Death and the Underworld.

Minor Domains: Mineral wealth, deals, souls, parties, life.

Opposing Domains: Despair. Death's not something to be afraid of- everything has it's time, after all.

Appearance: Not many people get to see much of Anacahe. The wide cloak, ornate hat and the shadowy face concealed partially by the mask make it almost impossible to get a bead on him. Mortals don't tend to see underneath that mask either.

Core Appearance: A glittering platinum skull suspended in a smoky crystal sphere. The eyes are replaced by two unendingly black gemstones.

Personality: People expect death to be a nasty SoB, but Anacahe is really totally unlike this. Friendly, if a little mysterious, he views death as one big party, and isn't in the slightest afraid of anything. A patron of the arts, fine dining and the luxuries in life, his appearance oozes a playboy persona that few other gods can claim to have.

Relationships: How does this God view other Immortals?

Allegiances: Anacahe has never handed his core over to anyone else. Not Sandrimor, not one of his competitors. He's a total wild card.

Domain: The Underworld.

Peoples: N/A. Everyone passes over to the other side, he doesn't discriminate.

Avatar and Anathema: Avatars are the God’s wills made manifest. No matter the shape or form they are capable of slaying other deities and are the greatest weapon that any God can have. Anathema are weapons that are capable of slaying immortals without damaging their Cores, and are usually limited to a small collection. Anathema and mechanical Avatars will need to be reforged after a Roil.
Misc:

[Pyromaniacwolf]

Zetsibo

Name: Zetsibo, Icon of Despair

Gender: Male

Major Domains: Despair

Minor Domains: Negativity emotion,madness, suffering,fear,nightmares

Opposing Domains: Hope,bravery

Appearance:

Appearance

Zetsibo's second form is that of a great dragon, it is a hundred metres long and is capable of breathing streams of pure white fire.

Alternate Form

Zetsibo rarely takes on his second form however he finds it sometimes necessary to inspire terror at his might among mortal races in some situations. Or perhaps briefly appearing to a single mortal to drive them to paranoia.

Core Appearance: Zetsibo's core is a simple black orb with streaks of white light streaking through it.

Personality: Zetsibo possesses a highly nihilistic view to the world around him, he recognizes the constant cycle of destruction and recreation renders everything he or his fellow Gods build to be pointless. To him the universe is a game and one he intends to enjoy despite the risk that may pose to him- if he can get his fellow Gods to understand that fact then even better but that is not his priority.

Zetsibo is generally a rather detached and calm deity; never getting particularly heated or emotional about issues although underneath he has a constant itch,a craving to spread despair wherever he can. Zetsibo has a natural obsession with despair in all it's aspects whether he is the thing causing despair or even if he is receiving such despair.This obsession can naturally lead to him becoming far more excitable when it's subject is involved in a situation, sometimes he contains it and sometimes he does not. Despite this and his nihilism Zetsibo is capable of enjoying many things and can often be found in his domain enjoying those little things in his down time between spreading sorrow and despair.

Relationships: Zetsibo has no real issue with most of his fellow immortals, although he does see them as somewhat ignorant to the nature of their reality he does not blame even the most scholarly of his fellows from avoiding the truth. While those who have bonds with their creations may find the Icon of Despair infuriating he merely enjoys inflicting despair upon mortals and does not mean that as a personal attack on their creator.

Allegiances: While Zetsibo held no true allegiance over the cycles he consistently supported Sandrimor as a bid to earn his protection from other Gods who were less likely to tolerate his consistent torment of mortals. Now Sandrimor has faded he is seeking any God who could guarantee his protection as he continues his method of passing the eons.

Domain: The Despairing Planes-A large plane of black soil and seemingly glowing white water. There is little in this realm except for the various beasts created by Zetsibo-most already unleashed on the world but a select few may be exclusive to the Despairing Planes. The Planes are also inhabited by a race of beings that are similar to those in the rest of the world that possess pale skin and grey eyes. These mortals live in small clustered settlements around the Planes which are raided on a nightly basis by Zetsibos beasts and are slaughtered. By the next day they will have reassembled and return to their menial,pointless work in their settlement.

Peoples: Fiendish/monstrous races, the mad and the nihilistic

Avatar and Anathema:
Anathema: Claws of Torment-a set of of obsidian colored metal claws empowered by Zetsibo himself during his earlier cycles as a method of defending himself from potential aggressors, the claws quite literally siphon away the energy from a God and cast them away in a rather colorful display,against mortals these claws radiate despair and misery and are capable of sending all but the most willful of mortals in a downward spiral into complete despair. These claws are usable by Zetsibo in both his forms, the claws simply grow or shrink to suit his current form. Unfortunately for him the claws seem to have broken in the last Roil, perhaps Perillian could repair them..

Avatar:

Ab'thar the Houndlord of Zetsibo

Perhaps the only being in existence Zetsibo holds any true affection for, despite it essentially being an extension of his own will, Ab'thar is comparable to a loyal hound; it is eager to please it's master and is ferociously loyal despite having an intellect to match that of a hound as well. Ab'thar may be Zetsibo's most loyal and adored companion but that does not exempt it from it's master's nature; on several occasions Zetsibo has 'killed' his avatar purely in an attempt to feel a rush of despair although these attempts usually end with Zetsibo recreating the avatar within a few centuries or so due to it' general use in his harassment of mortals. When ordered to (and often when left to it's own devices) Ab'thar will hunt mortals, usually those who are already paranoid or are particularly filled with despair, and allow them to grow somewhat aware of his presence over a period of time before either leaving them alone or brutally murdering them for it's master's pleasure.

Ab'thar is capable of warping from place to place around the normal realm and is capable of whispering into the minds of most normal mortals,albeit in a language incomprehensible to the majority of races. It is also almost entirely incorporeal, minus it's canine-esque head and skeletal claws the avatar seem to be made entirely of a (primarily) black and white mist.

Misc: N/A

[Darth Shadow]

Amp

Amp

_{The Nihilist, Listener of Meaningless, Speaker of the Dumb and Dull-Witted, The Final Voice}

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Domain

• Main Domain(s): Regression and Forgotten
• Minor Domains: Lost, Malfunction, Accidents, and the plethora of Unreasonable things in existence
• Opposing Domains:
  Life, Order, Knowledge, Reality, Time, Evolution, Crisis, Beginning and End, and Existence.

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Appearance:

From multiples elongated joints that protrude from her wrist to the clarinet that always places before her skeletal jaws, Amp gives out the vibes of an unsympathetic god. But unlike Nyrae, who hides her beauty under multiple layers of garments likely because of shame , Amp let her nature for the world to behold. She, of course, doesn’t have shame of a woman being stare while naked. But still, it is a foolish move for the mortal to stare at The Nihilist. For to stare at Amp, ones must have the courage to trade everything to see the true reality. But tales have been told by her followers that this is not her true appearance. That the formed Amp currently inhabiting is nothing more than a disguise, a role she played before changing to her true appearance, the Herald of Chaos.

Minor Appearance:

A pleasant smile. A heartwarming gaze. The beauty of this minor appearance shakes the realm with its elegance. But make no mistake for its fragility, for even a god, no matter how limited the physical self may posed, is still a god.

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Personal Information

Personality: With a rebellious nature, ones have to wonder why Amp was never the Goddess of Freedom. The goddess doesn’t like the feeling of constraint by any moral standards, often throwing tantrums with Nyrae and Orgalong, and have a deep interest in the mortal’s politics. How come a woman, whose task was to forgot, taken interest in all things around her?

Simple, she doesn’t. Beside, instead of using “interest”, it would be better to use “lackadaisical” and “playful” to describe Amp’s interest in the mortal realms. She wouldn’t bat an eye if you slain a pregnant woman, push an old lady as she crossed the roads, or making couples to divorce. To her, mortals are mortals by the end of the day. There are no differences between an ant and a grown up man or woman, just that the ants can’t talk and human can. And because of that, she “plays” with human. She toyed with their mental, causing war and bloodshed, destroying families that amused her. It is no wonder that only the mad and the broken are her sole follower, seeing how unstable her mind is.

Relationships:

Allegiances: True Neutral
Although having a playful nature, Amp never carry any ideas of harming her brethren. Beside, killing them would just cut off her fun times which she so cherish.

But for the King, Amp never cared much for that man. It is true that she did give her core to him. But any sane man with a working mind could tell where her heart lies, right beside the Prince of Chaos himself.

Peoples:

The Misfortunes

Who remembered the beggar’s name when his corpse turn cold? Who remembered the innocence faces that were lost in the flames of war and discord? Who gives the prostitute a blanket when her skin wrinkled and eyes turned white? No one, that is. No one, but accept one. Amp’s follower are those that are misfortune, who took the wrong turn of the crossroad, or simply got a bad deck of card in hand. From the beggars who prayed for a night without feeling the cold surface of the ground beneath to the prostitutes who prayed for her shame to went away, Amp’s provide her blessing to them all. For the beggar, the booze and its numbness. For the prostitute, the money. And for the children, a visage of home and family.

The Nihilist

Like its name suggest, these men and women held a grudge against the world. They actively sought out means to end the world, stopping the footstep of progress, and advocating for regression in morality or society structure. Warmongers, killers, accident causers. These madmen are the messengers of Amp, the loyal servants that ushers the world into a state of disarray.

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Belonging:

Avatar and Anathema:

A shield that has taken formed of a mirror. Despite its smooth surface, no reflection could be cast on this shield. It is said that those who touch its surface will be wipe clean from existence, though the later half has yet to be proven.

Domain

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