Divinus: The Divine RP, Mk. III

[Vec]

Melantha

M E L A N T H A

_{You can't change everything in one night, but one night can change everything.}

_{T I T L E S}

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Dark Flower, Mistress of the Night

_{G E N D E R}

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Female

_{A L I G N M E N T}

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Neutral Evil

_{V I S A G E}

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Standard Appearance

_{S P H E R E}

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The Great Dark

TYPE: Celestial
LOCATION: Somewhere above Galbar
DESCRIPTION: The Great Dark is exactly what the name would suggest; an endless expanse of darkness that surrounds every other Sphere and borders the Barrier, making it the Sphere that is the furthest away from Galbar. Most light sources that fall on it from outside are absorbed by it, barring light from divine sources and/or light coming through from other Spheres. The Great Dark's existence is the direct reason for filling in the darkness between the stars.

There is a definite up and down inside the sphere, but no sense of gravity. The borders of the Great Dark are liquid based, yet can be stepped on should one will it so. One entering and leaving the sphere would create ripples that permeate the entirety of the Great Dark.

Situated right in the centre of the sphere floats a large landmass. Crystalized from the very essence of the Great Dark, this piece of land houses all sorts of ethereal flora and fauna tended by the Mistress of the Night, with the crowning jewel being her personal palace and abode, A gigantic dark tower that stretches all the way to the base of a miniature aurora of shimmering purple and blue, with the tower's top floor situated right inside of it. The tower is made of the same kind of material as the land that surrounds it. Being right in the middle of the sphere, the tower acts naturally as the focal point of all the energies that originate from it.

_{P O R T F O L I O}

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Darkness is neither a colour that can be described nor a time of day. No, true darkness is a state of being. Cold and unforgiving, constricting everything and anything that it envelops. The darkness of nothingness can elicit fearfulness to even the bravest and most courageous beings, but it can also protect, providing relief from the endless woes of existence. One can run, and one can hide, but in the end, one cannot evade the darkness.

_{A B I L I T I E S}

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• Darkness Mimicry: Considering that Melantha is the titular goddess of Darkness, she is the embodiment of Darkness in every form, and can partially or fully turn her body into darkness and manipulate it to her will.
• Darkness Attacks: Various attacks techniques that utilise darkness in some form or another.
• Absolute Darkness: Melantha is able to unleash a field of darkness around her that can deprive common mortals of their senses. Can be strengthened with MP in order to affect stronger beings.

_{P E R S O N A L I T Y}

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Melantha is a being of fickle nature, and while her loyalties and interests can wildly vary, she generally regards everything that comes within her sight with a tone of apathy that befits her sphere of influence. Nevertheless, that does not mean that she has no desires or needs. All the spirits invited by the Architect and moulded into gods have their individual goals to fulfil in the grand scheme of things, and Melantha's goal is very simple; spread darkness to everything and anything that she possibly can. A very simple calling, but one that can be approached in a myriad of ways.

Now, an outsider might think why one would enjoy such a task, and to this Melantha says why not? Why does one enjoy watching the sun rise from below the horizon, or enjoy eating a good meal by the fire with their friends and family for company? It's exactly because it brings them happiness and warmth when doing these activities. Melantha is the same in this regard. Considering everything, Melantha thoroughly enjoys the work assigned to her and as such will not tolerate anyone that gets between her and her fun.

_{M U S I C P I E C E}

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_{C O D E W O R D}

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I hate you Cyclone for forcing me to put this ugly category here and ruin my pretty CS... entropic entropic

[Oraculum]

Good gods, is this fast. Calling dibs on a war god before it gets plundered; a sheet should be coming sometime today.

[Lauder]

I’m calling dibs on a god of words.

No one shall disrespect the rule of dibs!

[Crispy Octopus]

@Lauder

Now we need a God of rhymes and you two can have a rap battle

[WrongEndoftheRainbow]

doubling down on tech god dibs don't steal it you poos

[Crispy Octopus]

Someone find a poo.

[Scarifar]

Arae, Goddess of Families

Name: Arae

Their Sphere: Spekatha
The land is a seemingly endless grassland, with ponds and lakes (henceforth referred to as Familial Lakes) appearing and/or disappearing to spot its surface. Various saplings and/or shrubs (henceforth referred to as Familial Trees) grow on the edges of each body of water. In the center of Spekatha is a Familial Lake much larger than all the others, with multiple full-grown Familial Trees growing nearby (due to its significance, it possesses its own name: The Pantheon). Rather than a spherical Sun, there is a band of light stretching from both sides of the horizon that provides illumination, while the night is starless. However, the bodies of water will each glow a different color, providing a kaleidoscope of colors to illuminate the night.

These Familial Lakes are linked with the various families that would exist throughout Galbar, with the largest keeping track of the gods. Specifically, the saplings track the well being of each member of a family, ranging from full blooming flowers/bright foliage to completely dead, while the water level and/or purity keeps track of the amount/strength of their familial bond(s), respectively. An image of a certain family member(s) can also be called upon on the water surface of the respective body of water.

Most of Arae's power is intertwined with her Sphere. By keeping the plants well-maintained, as well as the water clean and full, family members linked to them are blessed with Arae's essence. Properly pruning the plants and keeping them healthy will bless the respective person with luck, and their faith in the family is strengthened. Keeping the water healthy will provide the family with strength to endure hardships and stay together. Similarly, any attempts to purposefully damage the trees and/or pollute the water will respectively affect the general well-being of any connected familial bonds. If a tree is damaged, their ability to feel familial love will be weakened as well. If the water is drained and/or polluted, the family's familial bonds will weaken as well.

One can easily tell if a family is completely destroyed (whether by the family breaking apart or all members dying) when the lake is completely dried up and all plants around it are dead. When that happens, Arae is capable of erasing the remains as if they were never there, and another body of water will automatically reappear to take its place once a new family is born. What is noteworthy, however, is that the lake Pantheon cannot be drained or polluted as easily any other lake, nor can its trees be damaged as easily; both aspects are simply too resilient to damage for any single god, even for Arae.

Location of Sphere: Celestial, near Galbar (finer details might get worked out)

Portfolio: Family: To Arae, a family is a group of beings that hold feelings of companionship and love for one another. Together, they tackle their hardships together, and support each other through them all. It does not matter whether your alignment is Good or Evil, Lawful or Chaotic, or whatever entropic state of alignment you are in. however. It does not matter what your species is, whether human, demon, elf, dwarf, elemental, undead, eldritch horror, or even a god. All that matters are the people you share a bond with, as well as the people who care about you in return. This chain of bonds is what grants people the power to go on with their day and live happy lives. Perhaps not all familial relationships may be the best or closest, but as family, it is one's duty to support the other, no matter how entropic.

Persona: Neutral Good. Arae is a seemingly kind soul, soft and gentle on others with an equally soft and gentle smile. She will become a friend to those who ask, and will also play the mother role for those she considers children. However, while she believes in second chances, she is not afraid to harden her heart when someone proves to be too much of a burden for a family and cast them out of it. She is also insatiably curious about the universe the Architect has summoned her to, and may perform whimsical acts for whatever catches her interest. It ultimately depends on her mood, as well as how much it would bother the other gods, to determine what her next course of action would be.

She is mostly concerned with how the gods and goddesses of this world treat each other. They are the only beings she considers to a part of her own family, and she will do everything in her power to keep them together. That being said, she does keep a close eye on mortals as well, finding enjoyment and contentment in their bonds with each other that hold them together. In her eyes, Arae does not mind when a being would play heroics or commit atrocities, although she may utter a simple bit of praise or reprimand in response. When it comes to the bonds between friends and family, however, she punishes those who would try to tear them apart, as well as provide aid to those who treasure those bonds.

Appearance/Form: Arae takes on the form of a snake-like dragon similar to that of a Chinese dragon. She is about 3 meters long, with a pair of leathery wings. Her body is covered with sky blue scales, with thin dark blue stripes every foot along her body. Her underbelly is a pale peach color. She has four legs, each with 4 short claws, with her front limbs capable of acting as short arms. Her jagged crest, which stretches from her head to near the tip of her tail, is a light purple with the jagged tips red.

Musical Theme:

[Lauder]

Vakk

Vakk

Lord of the Word

”Those of entropic design are not so keen to tackle the power of the word. Only I am the master of such a task.”

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Their Sphere:
Sanvādam - The Realm of Talk (below the Surface of Galbar, relatively close to the core)

This Realm is one of empty talk, conversations happening with no source and knowledge being spread where there is none. Sanvādam is a Chthonic realm of nothing, nothing but the floating words to plague the beings that would dare enter it. There is no landscape, no light but the reflection of one’s own being below them. Echoes come from the reflection, some may hear other words that they had not spoken and others may see themselves farther ahead, always facing away when looked at, mirror the movement of the host's body. They will continue to wonder endlessly until Vākk summons them for conversation, even then it is simply darkness with the maddening whispers of voices.

”The Realm of Talk
Close to the Lock.
I am the Key.
And yet so Dutifully,
Do these binds hold me.”

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Portfolio:
Speech

The power of speech is something that is gifted upon only those who Vakk finds worthy, and with it they may talk, pray, beg for mercy, or hold fantastic conversation. With this gift, rituals may be held, peace talks can reign, or words of blood and carnage can spill over the lands. It is with the power of speech that Vakk will hold a conversation to last all eternity and make sure that no voice goes unheard. However, this is also a gift he may revoke should those abuse this, not able to hold conversation or hear fantastic poem and song. An age of silence will be dawned upon those unworthy of such power, an unholy silence which Vakk would keep to himself.

”The power of the word is almighty. Thusly I am almighty. No other shall stand against I so long as I may speak.”

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Persona:
Vākk has a calm, if not meticulously calculating, nature about him. With no concern for good nor evil, Vākk has no care for squabbling over useless things, so long as he can focus on conjuring his words and allowing himself to be solitary. If one were to ask what he truly cared about, he would answer cryptically and inevitably confuse one on a simple answer; his words. Despite this needlessly complex nature, Vakk is a somewhat benevolent god and will tend to answer a request from any being, if not to just get them away from his presence so that he may focus.

Should one linger too long, however, Vakk will quickly grow impatient and will become outwardly hostile. He hold no qualms with attacking distractions and annoyances, regardless of they had previously been and ally or enemy, as he holds no attachment to anything other than his words. With this nature, it is no doubt that he would prefer to stay out of the affairs of his brethren, or even the universe he had been summoned to. In fact, he views the Architect as a fool and will openly say so, even to the face of he who has allowed him to stay within this realm.

That is not to say that Vakk is without fear, for it he is confronted by a foe that he knows is radically stronger than him, he will become a coward. Yet, this is a rare emotion as he never expects something other than the Architect to be more powerful than him as he underestimate the capabilities of his peers. He exudes arrogance when he is certain of things, believing that he is the most intelligent being to grace the realm, even though he is simply a master of words.

He is a true artist.

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Appearance/Form:
It is hard to describe the being that is Vakk. The most prominent feature of his being is the singular large mouth with sharpened teeth. There are no lips over his mouth, instead three flaps that surround his head, one over the top of his head and the others on either side that extend outwards a significant distance. A large majority of his body is a singular tube that eventually splits into long, slender tendril which he can use to grip things.

Very ugly.

”Though the nature of words may seem entropic to the average man. I am master of it, and thus I control it.”

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Musical Theme:

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Codeword

“There is much talk, but not all words must be spoken.
I shall talk, and you shall listen.”

-Updated to Speech Portfolio

[Frettzo]

Li'Kalla, Goddess of Rain

Li'Kalla

The Winged Flower, The Raingiver, The Weeping Girl, The Shattered One

Their Sphere:

The So'E

The So'E

It is said that raindrops are tears shed by the Winged Flower. Sometimes you can see them coming, but most times they come unexpectedly, flooding your crops, drowning your cattle, and erasing you from the face of Galbar.

Rain, eh? It is said by the elders that whenever the skies come crashing down birds, desperate for safety now unattainable in the treetops, fly up to the clouds and disappear. Of course, most are struck down by the angry, sorrowful rain, but the ones that make it are seen again, unharmed, when the Winged Flower ceases to weep...

A sphere located quite a ways above Galbar and which one could reach by diving into a raincloud in the middle of a downpour, the So'E is a deeply connected to Galbar's clouds, it is responsible for most of the rains in the planet and is an essential part of keeping the land healthy and thriving without going into entropic territory.

Upon entering the So'E, the first thing one would notice is that they would be standing on the shore of an immense body of water that is eternally creating vapour to form new clouds and behind them would be a large, beautiful manor with several smaller outlying structures. Past the Manor is a peaceful-looking forest and past the Forest is a humble Mountain. There is a light mist that doesn't allow eyes to see any further.

The So'E is the place where over half of all of Galbar's clouds are formed and is itself located in a parallel space accessible only through the seldom raincloud.

Location of Sphere:
Celestial, bordering with the Fengshui Fuyou

Portfolio:

Rain

Without rain, there is no Forest. Without rain, there is no Lake. Without rain, there is no Ocean.

Rain is as essential a part of Galbar as life or death, and Li'Kalla understands this very well. With control over Rains of all kinds, she's the one responsible for keeping the land of Galbar alive and breathing. She can control where vapour concentrates, when it precipitates and how it precipitates, as well. Localised Ice rains, snowings and such are well within her portfolio, even during summer time.

Abilities

Persona:
Li'Kalla, the Goddess of Rain is a mystery to mortals and deities alike. She's a warm and kind Goddess with a passion for comforting others and ensuring Galbar's in perfect balance, and yet... It is a mystery, how such a benevolent entity could suddenly twist and warp itself into a monster and devour the children she'd comforted a moment earlier.

Always someone to be found deep in grief over some event that happened long before existence came into being. Always someone to be found scratching at her wrists and ankles desperately when alone. Always someone to be found weeping softly on her own when she believes she's alone.

Oh, the warm, kind Goddess.

She seeks balance. Nothing but balance, and peace, and tranquillity... But how could she achieve those entropic goals, if they don't exist within her?

Appearance:
Li'Kalla takes the form of a beautiful, average-height human with ghostly white skin that's eternally soaking wet due to an unseen rain. The only sign of life would be the intense blush on her cheeks and joints. She wears a simple, blue silk dress that seems to have had its color fade a little due to age. It ends at just about her ankles and some bits of the hems are ragged and slightly dirty.

Musical Theme:

[BBeast]

Ashalla, Ocean Matriarch

Name: Ashalla

Their Sphere: The Abyss

The Abyss is the source of the elemental entropic forces which drive change upon the landscape of Galbar. It is a dark and cavernous place, too deep for sunlight to penetrate. Most of the Abyss is filled with sea-water as dark as the depths of the ocean. In stark contrast to the cold, dark water above, the lower part of the Abyss is made of molten rock. A thin layer of igneous stone separates the water and magma, this layer constantly being broken by shifting currents and reformed as the magma is cooled by the water. The heat of this layer drives turbulent currents within the water of the Abyss, which in turn drives the ocean currents and storms of Galbar. The magma also provides the main source of illumination in the Abyss, meaning it is not totally dark, although darkness still characterises much of the Abyss.

In some places, the magma is not content to sit at the bottom of the Abyss, but instead strives to rise through the water to Galbar above. If successful, these spots of rising magma create volcanoes upon the surface of Galbar. However, these rising pillars of magma are unstable things, prone to shifting, collapsing and rising again. This leaves an intricate pattern of igneous rock columns which can be found throughout the Abyss.

Volcanic gases rise up from some of the cracks in the bottom of the Abyss. This injects heat and minerals into the water, and these columns of bubbling gases continue to rise all the way to Galbar, where they emerge from volcanic vents both terrestrial and marine.

As a Sphere of water, lava and stone, air is scarce in the Abyss, and what pockets of 'air' are present is mostly unbreathable volcanic gas. Furthermore, the great depth of the Abyss means that the water is under immense pressure. This makes the Abyss a hostile place for surface-dwellers. However, the Abyss can support properly adapted life, with potential ecosystems leaching energy from the volcanic vents. It may one day become the resting place of great sea monsters, or the home Sphere of elemental spirits of water and lava.

Location of Sphere: The Abyss is a Cthonic Sphere. It is deep beneath Galbar, closer to the Core than the Middle Sphere. It is theoretically reachable via natural connections from Galbar, through the deepest parts of the ocean or in the bowels of volcanoes, but such natural connections are unreliable and dangerous to traverse.

The Abyss neighbours Ehomakwoi, the Sphere of Stone, where these two elemental Spheres complement each other.

The Abyss's influence bubbles up through the Purlieu in a similar manner to how it influences Galbar, although accessing the Abyss from Purlieu is just as difficult as accessing it from Galbar.

Most of the Abyss's magma is channelled through Muspellsheim to fuel its great volcanoes.

Some of the Abyss's magma seeps into the Pit of Trials.

Portfolio: Ocean

An ocean is a vast expanse of water, typically salty, on the scale of continents or even planets. Oceans are large reservoirs of not just water but the entropic forces of wind and heat. Oceans shape the continents with their eroding waves and control the climate with their storms, currents and temperature. Oceans are places where a vast diversity of life can thrive, both along the coast and in the depths, and this life can support mighty civilisations. Oceans are variable, sometimes calm and peaceful, sometimes tempestuous and dangerous. While oceans can be a great boon to those who can use them, the ocean is too mighty to be harnessed and controlled by mortal hands so only those who respect the ocean can benefit from it for long.

As Goddess of the Ocean, Ashalla commands the ocean in all its primal might. Waves, storms, currents and even to an extent tides are within her dominion, so these things obey her will and reflect her mood. She is a strong swimmer, able to move through the seas at an incredible pace, and she is stronger when in the ocean, able to leverage the ocean's vastness to her advantage. She also has an affinity with all ocean life, allowing her to communicate with, command and even create sea life with ease.

Persona: Ashalla is the physical embodiment of the ocean, and her personality reflects this. At times she is calm, approachable, even hospitable. Yet her temper is short, especially towards those who fail to give her the respect she believes she is due or those who exploit what is hers. Her wrath is a terrifying thing, remorselessly destroying anyone and anything unfortunate enough to be caught in her rage.

Ashalla regards mortals as weak and transient, but not with indifference. As ephemeral as mortals may be, collectively they can leave an impact upon her domain, so she pays attention to them. She is willing to offer mortals hospitality and care, provided they respect her domain and provide the appropriate fealty and offerings to her. She is particularly fascinated by beautiful works of art from singing to architecture. Those who instead scorn her may find the ocean to be an unwelcoming and dangerous place.

At her worst, Ashalla can be scornful, domineering, unforgiving, hot-tempered and violent. At her best, Ashalla can be protective, caring, generous and artistic.

Appearance/Form: Ashalla's preferred forms are vast and elemental. Her first form is one of water, towering and colossal like the largest waves during the fiercest storms. While she may often adopt a shape which is vaguely humanoid (or whatever shape mortals or fellow gods are) for familiarity, her body is amorphous so it can twist into virtually any shape water can adopt. Details in her shape are often highlighted by foam, sand, algae or seaweed. Underwater this form is virtually invisible unless Ashalla chooses to be visible. While this form wields incredible strength and speed while in water, on dry land this form is significantly weaker.

Musical Theme:

[Strange Rodent]

Woah, that moved quickly. Here's my sheet

Eurysthenes

Ė̶̮̬̿͗̀̐̓̕̚͝ư̷̧̫̖̳͎̤̳͇̪̦̙̩̙͕̣̝̞̩̎̽̽͌̅̚r̶̙̩̳͙̹̺̩͋͆̌͂̐̅̐̓̀̅̎̐̌̈́̕̚͝y̴̱͙̼͕̖͙̹̐̃͐̾͒͊̉͑̀̚ş̴̨̧̨̣̭̰͙͚̣̺̗̯̻͈̫̬͕̼̍̀͋̏͜͝t̵̢̧̪͎̝͍͇̜͍̤͕̟̟͈̪̯̆̈́̂̈́͆͌̒̍̓̿͒͆̓̇̉͘ͅḧ̷͕̰͖̘͕̦͍͔́͗͗̏́ͅͅe̸̢̧̦͉̗̰͇͖̭͚̼̝̙̝͇̤̤̼̲̋̏̆̎̇͒̈͝n̷̫͎̹͇͖͎̩̼͉̬̤̥̪͉͖͚͐͋̒͛͝ͅͅe̵̙̮̣̯̭̫͈͍̮͈͝s̶̨̧̯̻̤͍̱̦̹̩̖̪̠̬̟̑̏̋̏͊̑̽̕͜

Ť̸̤̪ḥ̷̈́ê̴̡ ̴̲͉̔Ï̸̪̅n̵̞̂̽f̶̻͑̇î̷̬̏n̸͉̬͊̕î̵͖̱͑t̸̫͋ẹ̸̫̏ ̷̛̱͍̊M̷̧̟̑ä̷̝̜́z̸͖̏e̵̫̤̓́

The Infinite Maze is a middling far celestial sphere with ludicrously thin borders. As no surprise to anyone, it is maze as far as the eye can see. The walls constantly shift, puzzle locks, riddlekeepers, false tiles, steel knots, and other strange beings exist in here, ready to block your way. Once you go in, you cannot go out unless Eurysthenes wishes it to be so. Above the maze looms a thousand and more deep blue eyes that make up the sky. Lucky you would be to see them all at once, however. The walls of the maze are so mightily high that even if you climbed for seven years, you wouldn't see the outside. At the ever shifting, entropic crux of the maze resides the God of riddles themself, Eurysthenes.

The effect on Galbar is apparent in how it muddles minds and twists tongues. When somebody becomes confused or otherwise has a lapse, The Infinite Maze could be to blame. As a more physical manifestation, it contorts the nearby landscape to appear Mazelike in structure: stone becomes engraved, trees grow at odd angles, birds ask you riddles.

The Maze itself holds little to no danger. When inside, one would be hard pressed to die by the hand of anyone. Thirst is far more likely to take its toll before any form of physical punishment, and even then its not like water cannot be found within the Maze. Those inside do not age physically, allowing them to roam as long as they like.

Due to the entangling nature of the Maze, it tends to go everywhere in the Celestial layer. It maintains connections with the following spheres:
●The World Tree: The natural connection takes the form of a gross mangrove swamp, where getting lost is inevitable.
●The Lustrous Garden: This connection is a series of mazelike sky bridges descending to the start of the maze proper.
●So'E: Whenever somebody walks too far from the manor in this sphere, the become shrouded in a thick fog. Going further causes one to find the edge of the maze as it pops up around them.
●The Blue: The Temples in the Blue that are closer to the Maze become influenced by its presence, transforming into traps, twisting and forming and snaring. Soon enough, one will find themselves trapped in the maze.
●The Sky of Pyres: A one way connection from the maze to the sky serves as the only real lethal punishment in the maze. If you take a wrong turn, the walls turn to fire, and shortly after, the eyes in the sky become distant bonfires. You are now in the Sky of Pyres, and you will be burned.
●The Observatory: Where the Maze nears Abanoc's domain, the walls become translucent, and the eyes begin to change colour. Within the walls are stars, and the eyes are copies of Abanoc's, which is telling of the fact that he can see through them. Soon enough, if you continue towards the observatory, you'll find yourself free of the maze, in Abanoc's domain.
●The Great Dark: In one hallway in the maze you may find yourself walking down and straight for a while. The hallway seems to go forever, and eventually you feel your boots becoming soaked. Hours and hours and months later, a pitch black wall of water is reached. This is the entry to The Great Dark.

Portfolio:
Slippery as a fish, more passive than a craven, harder than metal. Real as a wish, as loving as a haven, testing your mettle

Open if you're a sellout and won't solve the riddle

Eurysthenes is the God of Puzzles and that which is is puzzling. This may not sound particularly impressive, but you'd be mistaken.
Often, puzzles are thought of only in relation to leisure and health. Thinking of them like this is narrow, as puzzles can arise anywhere there is something to solve. New discoveries are puzzles of sorts, especially when related to sciences. Thinking your way out of a difficult position is solving a puzzle. Even something as mundane as a weekly budget is a puzzle of sorts. Legal contracts, paradoxes, locks, mazes, riddles, strange entropic magics, philosophy, and certain madnesses are all examples of puzzles in one form or another. Any and all of these are Eurysthenes' domain.

Persona:
By and large, Eurysthenes is a jokester who just wants to make things for others to work out. They love nothing more than the look of confusion turning to that of delight when one of their contraptions are solved. Others might see them as annoying at worst. They want nothing to do with violence, not because it's blunt and uncivil, but simply because they have no aptitude for it.
All this being said, were there ever any real threat, Eurysthenes would not hesitate to lend aid to other gods in any way they can. Usually, this would include elaborate cages to escape from, and locks that can only be solved by careful thought. Should they engage a threatening party in conversation, they would lay small conversational traps that may lead the unassuming to accidentally reveal weaknesses, or even allow Eurysthenes control over them.
To their followers, Eurysthenes is as kind as possible, while still maintaining punishment for those who do wrong by them. Generally speaking, they will give more than they take where possible. However, this does not mean that they would be taken advantage of. Should they spy this happening, it would be met with swift and unending purgatory within The Infinite Maze.
Among other gods, they are kind and civil, though somewhat quiet in larger groups. Where they really thrive is one on one, where they become very animated and eager. They don't discriminate their company, either. They'd just as soon spend time with Narzhak as they would Aelius, so long as Eurysthenes gained something. Even if that something is just a good time.

Appearance/Form:
Somewhat appropriately, Eurysthenes has taken the form of one large, multi piece, three dimensional puzzle. They may rearrange the pieces as they see fit to create different images, but may never change the number of pieces, or send pieces away from themself. Most commonly, they project themself as a tall, skinny humanoid with seven arms and wide hips. Their 'skin' is commonly found to be a deep blue, with hints of purple, red, and green. They appear well maintained and untouched by war, keeping hair, nails, and face well kept and clean.

Musical Theme:

Hider

[jetipster]

Trying a similar character out again but character still a WIP to try and get him more involved.

A tad chilly

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Nepja

The Cold One. Wintersmith. Whitebringer. Revontulet. Ryme.

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Sphere

Niflheim, The Frozen. The Ice Sphere.

Deep below Galbar is the Chthonic sphere of perpetual winter - Niflheim, the home of mist. Manifested as a vast, mostly featureless ice cap and punctuated only by deep crevasses and colossal nunataqs. Pristine, ordered and not entropic, the sphere experiences a diurnal cycle, as copied from Galbar, the day being blindingly bright as the light reflects of the snow and ice but still as treacherous with biting winds. The night plummets the temperature further and the auroras trick the mind with hidden messages. Needless to say, blizzards abound.

It is here, in one of the most inhospitable realms, that Nepja resides in a sprawling palace and projects the sphere’s cold outward.

Will add interactions with neighbouring spheres here when order confirmed.

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Location of Sphere

Chthonic, Niflheim is deep beneath Galbar.

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Portfolio

COLD
Cold has always existed. From the emptiness of space to high latitudes and altitudes cold is ever threatening. Cold is not just the conventional drop in temperature from biting winds, fresh snow, rime frost or glacial ice. There exists the wetness of hair, the feeling after rejection, the mysterious shiver that sets hair on end and the character of those who seemingly lack compassion. The many aspects of cold personified as Nepja.

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Personality

After being a relatively lesser being in What Lay Beyond, when released into this space he quickly grasped hungrily to lay claim on one of the most abundant concepts in the empty lifeless system – the cold. However, he has now come to regret his rash decision.

Nothing living truly craves the cold, it erodes, freezes and kills. His powers are not the most hospitable. Nepja finds himself bitter and ‘cold’ at his treatment from both lifegiving deities and fearing mortals alike. He finds that he is worshipped only through the cold-driven fear he creates and so he has embraced this act. Mortals have little time for him so he has little for them. Mortals fear him so he makes them fear him. Some would call this petty. He says it as order and balance. Why disrupt something that already works?

He takes his role in the natural order of Galbar very seriously and has little ambition to inject more of his power into that sphere beyond the 4-5months of the year that he currently does. He has little time for fellow entropic deities that disrupt the natural order but cares little for their meddling with humanity.

This façade of bitterness and importance disguises a deep longing for appreciation, acceptance and companionship, that drove Nepja to reach for the cold in the first place, and also his self-loathing at the rash decision to embrace such an inhospitable element. He is trapped by a situation of his own making and this self-blame further ices over his frosty persona.

This craving for companionship often leads to him crossdressing with a female disguise, Ryme, to lure handsome men into blizzards to… well… you get the idea. Even gods have needs.

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Appearance

Nepja

Nepja appears mainly as a handsome, regal humanoid with flowing robes, long white hair and ornate armouring. Ivory white skin glows with a pearlescent sheen and his eyes lack any iris or pupil just an unnatural blue glow emitted a cold mist. His 7-foot athletic frame is often orbited by crystalline structure and drifting flakes.

Ryme

Ryme

Ryme

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Musical Theme

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Codeword

They’re in there

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[Oraculum]

Narzhak

NARZHAK

the Bloodied Fist, the Iron Scourge, the Fell Colossus, the Iron God

The Sphere: Deep below the earth, just over the barrier that encloses Galbar’s fiery core, lies the Pit of Trials, abode of the Iron God. It is built into a single cavernous vault, so tall that its ceiling would be invisible from below even if it were not constantly shrouded in smoke and so vast that its edges are hidden beyond the horizon. Clouds of unnatural crimson flame, wracked by erratic currents of lightning, and great dripping orbs of magma hover across its height, casting an uneven glow that lights the subterranean darkness into a charnel penumbra.

At the bottom of the Pit is an expanse of rock, arid and warm to the touch. While traces of life upon it are scarce and wide traits of it are flat and barren, it is far from empty. Chains of hills and small mountains, lakes and rivers of molten rock spanned by narrow and treacherous bridges, gaping fissures, ruined or unfinished remains of spires and fortresses, abyssal caverns and many other terrible marvels dot its surface, and monstrous creatures of the depths roam and lurk across this hellish domain. Storms of ash and cinders haphazardly scour the wastes, and the very land seems to subtly work against any intruders - pebbles and rocks will unaccountably shift at inopportune moments to cast the unwary into pitfalls, and vents will abruptly open below one’s feet to spew out noxious fumes.

The walls of the great chamber are a world unto themselves. A myriad of lesser cave mouths, unreachable from below, open over all their extension, leading to forges, breeding pits, arsenals and repositories of instruments of destruction. The brutish denizens of the Pit, thralls of Narzhak, toil and labour therein, scurrying through connecting tunnels or clambering over the sheer ledges from one recess to another. While their artifices are never far beyond the knowledge of surface-dwellers, they are skilfully built, and often given outlandish, vicious shapes. Midway up the height of the vault, the god himself is wont to sit in an immense alcove, contemplating his realm and devising hardships to mete out upon Galbar.

Due to the Pit’s distance from the surface, its influence travels upward by dim and indirect ways. At times, there might emerge a mild tremor in the ground or a waft of malodorous smoke, but such cases are rare. Much broader and more insidious is the shadow it casts over the minds of living things, however simple. Sudden, inexplicable bouts of anger, bloodthirsty musings in moments of solitude, alluring dreams of conquest and dominance, even beasts killing more than they can eat of a whim - all those may be the mark of a fiery breath from the deep.

Location of Sphere: The Chthonic depths, near the Core. While one could never pierce the Pit's ceiling, no matter how deep one digs, the deepest reaches of Galbar may hold fissures and tunnels that lead to entrances into the great vault. A number of other spheres lie in the vicinity, or are otherwise connected to it:

Ehomakwoi, some of whose passageways may reach the networks carved into the Pit's walls;

The Abyss, whence flows the molten rock that pools and hovers over its landscape;

The Palace of Dreams, whose influence is subtle and unpredictable, yet undeniably close;

The Hive, source, through various minute cunicles, of various pests and vermin that come to dwell in the Pit, becoming one of its perils.

The Grand Bazaar, where Narzhak's thralls travel through subterranean passages to trade their grim wares for meats and sundry. Grunting, gesticulating processions incessantly carry their loads back and forth between the two spheres;

Sheol, from whose warrens savage demons crawl out to prowl across the Pit's ragged wastes in search of prey.

Portfolio: Wherever there arise clashing visions and ambitions, wherever there is disaccord, wrath and hunger, the ground is ripe for War. Although the word may evoke the thought of great armies marching to meet each other in the field, that is far from all there is to this ruinous domain. The spirit of strife and conflict can take root within any being, be they cognizant or bestial, mortal or divine, and many a minutious stratagem or prodigious invention can spring from the crude desire to harm and kill one’s foes. Yet, no matter what marvels of ingenuity may adorn it, nor how one may try and embellish it with high-sounding notions of honour and universal necessity, war is an ugly, destructive business from which not even the victor may come out unscathed. At its root, war is the collapse of reason and harmony before brutality and violence, the fall of civilisation and order to primal, entropic chaos.

Narzhak embodies this calamitous aspect of existence and glories in it. With but a thought, he can incite bloodlust in any creature, transforming the meekest of animals into savage monsters and the most serene of mortalkind into gnashing berserkers. In his hands, anything may be fashioned into a weapon; ploughshares become swords, sometimes literally; skin hardens into armoured carapace and nails lengthen into bladelike claws. Likewise, the Bloodied Fist is adept at other aspects of his craft - he is a formidable combatant even among divines, and always has an eye for the best ways to exploit his surroundings and an enemy's weaknesses in a struggle of any magnitude.

Persona: Blunt, brutal and immensely arrogant as befits an incarnation of war, Narzhak revels in his gruesome role and makes no effort to conceal it. Nothing amuses him more than taking full advantage of his godly potency to wantonly ruin and destroy what others have built. At the same time, it would be wrong to think of him as merely a savage hedonist. All his slaughter and rapine has, in truth, a loftier goal than his own entertainment, and that is no less than the betterment of the universe. Coarse and sanguinary though he may be, the Iron God would never stand to be called an ingrate or an oathbreaker, and he is mindful of the fact that he owes the divinity he so relishes to the workings of the Architect. As such, he considers himself obligated to assist in seeing through the latter’s grand creative plan to fruition, and if he so happens to enjoy it, all the better.

Unfortunately for Galbar and its inhabitants, Narzhak is a steadfast believer in the way of the lash. To get the best out of something, one must pitilessly force it out through trial and torment, without regard for collateral damage; and, being nothing but not dutiful, he will not hesitate to scourge the entire world with tireless ferocity to push it to achieving its full potential. In this unforgiving vision, there is no room for lesser beings as anything other than minuscule cogs in the cosmic machine. Narzhak will scarcely even deign to distinguish among them, exception made for those scarce few who manage to impress him enough to be exalted as harbingers of his entropic ravages. Nonetheless, not even such insignificant gnats are inherently unworthy of appreciation, and he is generous in rewarding those who honour him by their own choice.

Overall, Narzhak approaches his position in the world as a commander would a campaign. There are battles to be fought and plunder to be made, allies to be sought in like-minded deities and enemies to be found in those who would abuse their power solely for their benefit, but above all there is to be a scheme to mark the best way ahead, however vague and flexible. Exultant rage has its place in the heat of combat, but a master of warcraft must know to be cunning and patient when the situation calls for it, and who could understand this better than the god of war himself?

Appearance: The Bloodied Fist takes on the shape of a titanic figure, rivalling a mountain in size. Although broadly humanoid, this body is grotesque and ogre-like, with a massive torso resting on short, stout legs and powerful arms that end in four clawed fingers. Its skin is covered by gigantic plates of iron, ill-matched and with ragged edges that grate against each other. Through the fissures they leave exposed it can be seen that the god’s flesh below is a raw, grey mass oozing a noisome ichor, in parts fused to the armour, so that it is difficult to say where the one ends and the other begins. The being’s head is little more than a colossal misshapen bulk of metal, a flat, blank visor covering all features but four fiery eyes.

Musical Theme:

[Goldeagle1221]

Dibs on deity of sleep and dreams.

[LokiLeo789]

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[Lmpkio]

I am potentially interested in this RP. I've actually been interested for awhile, but since MK III came up I feel like I can start afresh with you guys instead of leaping straight into the middle of the fray like a sore thumb. I am trying to manage out the current RPs I am in, but I might be able to squeeze this one in (even though there's sooooo much stuff and detail going on, good lord)

Can I quickly have a list of who's currently in, what gods they play, as well as the spheres they have? That way I can easily pick a sphere easily. Maybe even a CS sheet unless I can use those from MK II?

(Edit: I see us new blood also have to startout as demigods rather than gods themselves right?)

Also hi to those who I know from Tabrassa!

As for spheres, I am considering either the weather (as one of my Tabrassa characters does wield weather), or Nature/animals/dragons or something. Again, I need to know what's taken so I can figure out what is available for me to get.

(But yes, I am otherwise a noob and I need an adult please and thank you)

[BBeast]

@Lmpkio, Hello and welcome to Divinus. We have not started this particular roleplay yet, so you can start as a full god.

The taken Portfolios, for people with character sheets, are:
Desolation (Lord Zee)
Stone (Commodore)
Recording (Slime)
Light (Crispy Octopus)
Passage (Double Capybara)
Markets (Antarctic Termite)
Insects (Leotamer)
Rivers (AdorableSaucer)
Darkness (Vec)
Family (Scarifar)
Words (Lauder)
Rain (Frettzo)
Ocean (BBeast)
Puzzles (Strange Rodent)
Cold (jetipster)
War (Oraculum)

Details on their Spheres can be found in their respective character sheets which have all been posted onto this thread, but generally they are what you might expect for the Portfolios.

We also have a few people yet to complete their character sheets, but have expressed interest in particular Portfolios anyway. The characters associated with these Portfolios range from almost-complete to just-a-vague-idea-at-the-moment.
Virtue (Aristo) (His Sphere is the Sun)
Technology (WrongEndoftheRainbow)
Sleep/Dreams (Goldeagle1221)
Law (LokiLeo789)
Blood (Muttonhawk)
Death (Cyclone)
Nature (Darkspleen) (considering starting with Plants instead)
Wind (DracoLunaris)
Possibilities (Scarescrow)

The weather niche is rather crowded, with three gods already directly related to the weather (Rain, Cold, Wind), although something like Deserts is currently unoccupied. If you want to do something with nature, talk with Darkspleen and possibly Leotamer to see if there is space for you. 'Dragons' probably wouldn't make a good Portfolio, as it is far too narrow to be useful for anything except a single species which doesn't even exist yet, but having a dragon-themed god could work. Maybe you could take Reptiles and work from there?

We have a Discord server which should be linked in the opening post. A lot of discussions on building characters (plus other banter) occurs on that server, so it is highly recommended that you join it if you are considering joining this RP. The people there can help you pick a Portfolio. If you have any problems connecting, let us know and we will try to help.

For a detailed description of the rules, a Google Doc is linked in the opening post which contains the current draft of the roleplay's opening post. You will need to read it to complete your character sheet. If you are not able to read it, the actual thread for this RP with the rules should be posted in about a day and you can read it then.

For your benefit and the benefit of anyone else not reading the Google Doc, here is the CS template:

Blank Character Sheet

Name: ((To know your god, name your god.))
Their Sphere: ((Give it a name, a brief summary of what it’ll be like, what goes on inside this Sphere, and how it affects Galbar. You needn’t be too detailed in your sheet as most of this stuff relating to your Sphere’s impact can be fleshed out IC.))
Location of Sphere: ((Upper/Celestial or Lower/Chthonic? What other Spheres does it touch most closely? We strongly encourage collaboration with other players when they make their Spheres.))
Portfolio: ((The name of your first portfolio, as well as a paragraph or so description of the powers conveyed by said portfolio))
Persona: ((General moral alignment, ambitions, personality traits, etc.))
Appearance/Form: ((Every god can eventually take multiple forms, but at the start they will have only one, barring some sort of portfolio that offers a compelling explanation as to why they might have inherent powers to take other shapes. Your god’s first form could be a humanoid, a colossal dragon, or even something as wild as a cloud of pure fire. Just choose carefully, and note that certain shapes will be rather...inconvenient at times.))
Musical Theme: ((What’s their jam? Optional.))
((Lastly, remember to read the OP thoroughly!))

[Antarctic Termite]

Dragons would make a great portfolio imo. You can have sky dragons, sea dragons, land dragons, big dragons, small dragons, dragons with opposable thumbs, giant dragons that you kill to make enormous castles from their skeletons, tiny dragons you keep in a cage like a hive of bees... lots of stuff you can do with dragons.

The trick to working with portfolios in Divinus is usually just figuring out how to solve problems with only a handful of specialties. In this case dragons.

[LokiLeo789]

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[Goldeagle1221]

A work in progress for sure. @Cyclone: to note, I was iffy on if the form section would fly, but my argument for it is... well it's a dream, anything can happen.

K'nell

Name:

K'nell

Their Sphere:

The Palace of Dreams -- A ethereal capital of towering spires and cavernous ballrooms. This sepulchure of the sleeping, and den of dreams is what calls all mortal life to sleep. An evergoing party of limitless themes and scenarios plays at the palace in perpetuity, and all are invited to the point that their attendance is mandatory. The pull of this palace can be described as tiredness and exhaustion (an almost entropic pull on awake and awareness), and to fulfill the attendance requirement is to sleep.

The palace has an endless amount of rooms, each incredibly tiny or infinitely large, sometimes both. These strange rooms hold all the combinations possible for any scenario, or as K’nell sees it, stages for any play possible. At the center of the palace is the throne room, a decadent ballroom where creatures and guests of the dreamscape collect and dance around the throne of K’nell. Further back in the palace there lies a library, fit with a record of all of K’nells artistic creations so he may enjoy them long after they have been dreamt, despite this record, K’nell is hardly seen using it, claiming to say he rarely finds pleasure in the same dream twice.

Location of Sphere:

The Palace of Dreams is chthonic, located directly below Galbar, as to influence the circadian rhythm of the mortal sphere.

Portfolio:

K'nell is embedded with the powers of sleep. He has the ability to create, destroy, and alter all functions of sleep. Where there is no sleep, he can make it, where there is sleep, he can take it away. The essence (mind, soul, spirit, however you want to describe the separation of corporeal body and a non entropic extracorporeal form) of sleeping beings are swept to his palace, where he reigns supreme. At the palace he can assign dreams and nightmares, or otherwise craft the entire sleeping experience (to which he finds great pleasure in doing). In some cases K'nell has been known to cause day dreams, quick jaunts in the palace without entirely submerging the subject in sleep.

Persona:

K'nell can be described as greedy. He is a sovereign in his own right, and because of this he demands all sentient creations on Galbar to be subject to his reign. He considers himself generous, however, and only demands half of their lives at a time (but in truth he simply wishes his guests to have free will, so as to spice up the party). This manifests as sleep, where half a sentients’ life is spent sleeping in various increments, where they join the Lord of the Palace of Dreams in his perpetual festival.

Despite the almost tyrannical demand, his reasons are far more unique. He does not wish to conquer and subjugate, but rather demands attendance to keep the party going, to keep his palace lively, and to make new faces and old appear to entertain him and his ethereal guests.

K'nell himself is known to be polite, youthful, creative, and even fun so long as his greedy demands of sleep are met. His taste for the finer things as well as the curious have given him the nickname of the Gentleman of Dreams, or Good Man Sleep.

Creating dreams and unique sleeping experiences both good and bad are K'nell’s passions, as every entertaining sleep equals an entertaining event at the perpetual party. He uses dreams and nightmares to create all sorts of fun, and he does it without bar. He is the sole sovereign of dreams and liberally exercises this right for his own fun, revelling in both the conscious and subconscious results of his limitless creations and woven stories.

Appearance/Form:

Outside of the Palace of Dreams, K'nell appears as a well dressed gentleman. His face is young, pale and shaven, with two dark eyes and a polite cheshire smile. Inside the palace, K'nell can take any form, and such appears as any form imaginable in dreams and nightmares

Musical Theme:

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