Divinus: The God RP, Mk. IV

[Lord Zee]

We have a thread

Synopsis

Divinus will be a story about a pantheon of deities, their creations, and the world of Galbar as it is shaped by our collective actions.

Born from the mysterious and infinitely powerful entity known as the Lifeblood, each God represents aspects of creation that grew too influential to be bound by formlessness, and so decided to take matters in their own hand. Some gods will be born in the primordial times (turn 0) and rule over aspects such as fire, oceans, life, shaping the continents, the laws of physics and creating Galbar’s first inhabitants. They are the Primordials. Other gods will arise as mortals start to spread out and grow in intelligence (turn 1), and will rule over aspects such as the music, justice, war and knowledge. They will be known as Conceptionals.

Though they are all siblings with similar objectives of ‘world building’, each one has their take on how the canvas of creation should be painted, that is why they broke free from the Lifeblood after all, and while deities can cooperate, conflict and intrigue will be no strangers to them.

Though that what gave them life, could also take it. The more the Lifeblood is used, the more it grows unpredictable and dangerous. This vastness of power, limitless in potential, could also spell doom for Galbar. Will it be used with a careful, guiding hand? Or pushed until the breaking point? Only time will tell.

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We would like to give some credits to where they're due and offer a brief history of the RPs that have preceded this one. Divinus existed even on the Oldguild more than 6 years ago, and in various forms it's managed to survive all this time. To any who are interested, here is a list of all the Divinus RPs that have come since then:

Divinus Mk. I, which was GM'd by @Kho and @Rtron.

Divinus Mk. II, which still lives! (Yeah, it still does) Initially Gm'd again by @Kho, @Cyclone and @Rtron it has since been turned over to @Muttonhawk, @BBeast, and @Antarctic Termite. Though it still lives on, as some are still in the process of wrapping it up, it's slowed down to the point that many decided to launch Mk. III a year ago.

There was also a Divinus-inspired foray into the free section that was called Godspeed, launched by @Antarctic Termite. It holds a special place in my heart.

And Finally, Divinus Mk. III. which was Gm'd by @Cyclone, @BBeast and @Muttonhawk. Which is also still ongoing, but just like Mk. II, has slowed down considerably and is now being wrapped up. As such, (probably tradition now), we've decided to make this iteration, Mk. IV. It would not be possible, without everyone who helped from Mk. III.

Credits to everyone above; they all contributed greatly to the foundations of this latest attempt. To anybody who participated in any of those RPs we'd love to welcome you back to this new one, but to anybody new to the series, don't worry! This RP inherits the spirit of the past ones as well as some of their mechanics, but this RP will stand alone and you needn't be familiar with the lore or canon of any of those others.

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So without further ado, the new GM team is myself, @Not Fishing & @Double Capybara. We've been writing the OP this time around, and have taken the torch with the blessing of the past GM's. We welcome you to take a look at our doc, to leave feedback and see what we've been cooking up. It has all the more detailed mechanics and need to know information for the rp. It might seem like a lot at first, but all of it is rather easily digestible.

The OOC will go live when we feel confidant that the time is right, so until then, please post your interest, and character sheets here. And come and chat with us on our discord so we can answer any questions you might have.

Our hope for this interest check is that we get some new faces, as well as old ones who feel like joining up again. so if you're interested, and even if you aren't, feel free to take a look.

Doc link

Discord link

[Kalmar]

The Lord of Rot

Name:
Raspadel

Primordial or Conceptual:
Primordial

Domain:
Pestilence. Although in this context, pestilence is not just disease, but the more malignant aspects of nature in general. Where there is life, there must be death, and Raspadel commands the natural transition between the two states. To this end, Raspadel holds power over decay, poison, disease, rot, mould, and many other unpleasant and disgusting things. He may create new diseases or poisons, and alleviate or worsen their symptoms, and he may speed or slow the natural process of decay on organic matter. Lastly, he holds more influence over those who are sick or dying, capable of manipulating their minds or granting them pestilence-related abilities.

Portfolio:
Decay. All things degrade over time, and this natural phenomenon is what Raspadel holds power over. He can make mortals age more quickly, and can reduce corpses into a pile of bones and fertilizer within mere seconds. He may also slow these processes, but he cannot reverse them or halt them entirely - nor would he ever want to.

His power over decay also extends to non-organic matter. He can make stone crumble, or force metal to rust. However, this aspect of his Portfolio is not supported by his Domain.

Realm:
The Wasteland. A series of lush, but deadly ecosystems can be found at its edges; poisonous jungles, mushroom forests, and dreary swamps. It is in one of these locations that a visitor will first appear. If they venture further inland, they will find a vast landscape of rolling plains and hills, made from mud, fungus, and moss. At the center of the Wasteland is a lake of acidic green slime, with an island of dead trees and barren soil in the middle.

The entire Realm reeks of sickness and decay, with fungal spores and bacteria clinging to the very air itself. From time to time, it also receives storms of acid rain. When the night sky isn’t obscured by clouds or fog, Galbar can be seen above, though it is unknown if it is an illusion or the real thing.

Even the gods begin to feel sick and nauseous after prolonged exposure. For mortals, the only way to survive this realm is to have either the protection of a god, or to already be afflicted with some sort of ailment before they enter, in which case they are rendered inexplicably immune to the realm’s acid and various diseases.

This does not protect them from other hazards, however. The vast majority of the Wasteland’s ‘flora’ is poisonous, and the fauna is as ferocious as it is disgusting.

Persona:
Despite the repulsiveness of himself and his creations, Raspadel has a kind heart. He considers everything he creates and all those who are afflicted by sickness to be his children, and he loves them all. Yet he does not mourn their deaths, for all things die, but he will do what he can to make the passing of those who have already come to terms with their fate comfortable, and he is extremely defensive against any who would attack or persecute them.

Meanwhile, he has little other than apathy toward the strong and the healthy. He does not loathe them, but he sees it as his duty to keep their population in check, and he does not pity them because their life is already pretty good as is. If someone is strong and healthy, then they already have far more advantages than many others, so he is merely knocking them down a peg. Not all of his afflictions are fatal, after all, and even the lethal ones can be survived.

Base Form:
Raspadel's Base Form is that of a seven foot tall man clad in slightly faded green robes, spotted with mud. He carries a walking stick, yet he walks perfectly fine, and his posture is flawless. The hood obscures his face with an unnatural shadow, but a single horn protrudes and curves upward from his forehead.

Domain Form:
Raspadel’s Domain Form is that of a cute green tree frog, roughly the size of a human hand, with bright red eyes and an equally red underside. A single spiked horn juts from his forehead. If threatened, he can emit a noxious gas that is toxic even to the gods.

Avatar:
Raspadel’s Avatar is named Maladia. She takes the form of a six foot tall woman with sickly green skin, long white hair, yellow eyes, and a single horn protruding from her forehead. At will, she may grow a pair of moth wings, allowing her to gracefully glide through the air. She has a smooth, pleasant sounding voice. Maladia also possesses a fit and shapely figure, with both skin and hair as smooth as silk. At a distance, there is no doubt that she is highly attractive.

At a distance.

Maladia’s eyes are bloodshot. Her teeth, although full and undamaged, are a sickly yellow. Her veins are of similar yellowness to her eyes and teeth, and she bleeds a foul pus which carries a dozen different diseases within. Her moth wings, although perfectly functional, are frayed and spotted with small holes. Grass withers and dies under her bare feet, and to the healthy, she emits a rancid odour similar to that of a skunk.

Yet to those who are sick, poisoned, or dying, she emits a very different scent - one that is pleasant and soothing. Nobody is certain what it is, for it varies from person to person. It is similar to their favourite smell, but never identical. Meanwhile, her voice takes on an alluring, almost sirenic quality which might even be strong enough to banish whatever fears they have of her unusual appearance. To the suffering and the dying, she can be a source of much-needed comfort.

[WrongEndoftheRainbow]

I call tech god. Will write down an app a little later.

[Commodore]

Thaa

Primordial or Conceptual:

Primordial

Domain:

Death. Although those who have limited scope and vision may see it as the ultimate end, perfect destruction, Thaa knows better. Thaa is a deity most attuned and in command of the aspects of things that continue on after that which is alive has departed. Separate from the passage between Life and Death, Thaa holds power of that which is dead, that which is separate and distinct from life and all that lives. Thaa has great control over many aspects of existence past life.

Portfolio:

Afterlife. When things die, that which continues must go somewhere, beyond the numerous fields and masses of those who still live. It is Thaa who guides, who protects, who houses these souls after they have died and passed beyond the veil into the realm of Death. Thaa holds great power over these souls, it would be almost impossible for a mortal to resist his will on their own, and difficult but far from impossible for another deity to contest him over the souls of the dead.

Realm:

Aquibeophates. A realm of mist and unending towers, a field of stone that stretches onwards for seemingly forever anchors the towers. If one tries to venture too far into the mists one will find themselves where they started before too long. Aquibeophates is not quite like the physical realms of Galbar, its rules are different and sometimes strange. One cannot get much of anywhere unless they know where they are going first. Although if one knows what they want, and where they need to go, it is not difficult to find oneself there.

Although servants of Thaa may traverse and move along the towers, they do not care much for the living. For mortals, one typically should have the protection of a god or to leave very quickly indeed if they seek to leave at all. Aquibeophates is a place souls come to stay and rest, it is not well suited to those who wish to stay particularly alive.

Persona:

Thaa is rude, short-tempered, and most would describe him, if they were free from consequences, as a dick. He shows a generally arrogant attitude on the value of most living things, and an extremely possessive disposition towards anything that has died. Thaa also shows a sometimes disturbing lack of introspection.

Despite all that, Thaa doesn’t hold much ill will towards most of anything. His disregard of life stems in part that he considers it inferior to what he can do in death towards those masses, namely peaceful, pleasant rest, free from fear and harm. Thaa considers it his duty to have death be better than life, because for him it is and others must be made aware that he is right. Thaa is and will act as quite the jerk, but he does not truly hold malicious intent towards anything that has not slighted him, and even then his temper while burning hot, does not last long.

Base Form:

Thaa’s base form is that of a massive singular eye, emplaced in a disk that radiates spikes.

Domain Form:

The Domain form of Thaa takes his base form as a kind of mask for a gigantic body of what would appear to be corpses of every and any thing that lives, although they merely are the form of Thaa. This body has a degree of malleability, moving the ‘bodies’ as it were into different configurations.

Avatar:

The Avatar of Thaa are Kiim’Jaav’Guul. They are three in the body of one, each a snake’s head, Kiim, Jaav, and Guul. Kiim’Jaav’Guul has three snakeheads at the end of three necks that meet a scaled body. Four legs ending in clawed feet as well as a long tail mark their body. Although quadrupedal, they are capable of standing on their hind legs.

While looking quite bestial in nature, Kiim’Jaav’Guul are quite capable of speaking and are fond of doing so at some length when roused. Kiim’Jaav’Guul are not precisely motivated individuals and as a collective can find quite the reason to delay any kind of activity, although Thaa would not let them do so for very long had he a purpose in mind.

Most relevant to most mortals, Kiim’Jaav’Guul are not very healthy to be around for any extended period of time, one typically finds most living creatures near Kiim’Jaav’Guul do not live as long as they might otherwise. Most tend to wither away for seemingly no cause, no great pain or damage accompanies them, there just seems to be less cause and will to live.

Fortunately for a great many, Kiim’Jaav’Guul do not typically find life to be all that pleasant, although wishing to go to Aquibeophates, they make do with regions not so afflicted with the most egregious forms of life. Although Thaa is less than likely to allow them to do as they would wish.

[Leotamer]

My wifi is down for awhile so I cant write up something as long as a cs but I am interested. Considering celestial- stars but I am flexible and it will be pretty limited but I have some vague ideas regarding constellations comets and meteors.

[Scarifar]

-moved-

[Vahir]

Interested, going to follow this.

[Crispy Octopus]

Order - Contracts

Calling it.

[Zurajai]

Klaar

Klaarungraxus
(Pronounced Kuh-lar-oon-gkrah-hoosh in Deep-Speak, shortened to Klaar by most mortals and those not fond of guttural tongues.)

Primordial or Conceptual:
Primordial.

Domain:
Nature. Klaar represents Nature in its pure, unadulterated form. As the inverted side of his twin-deity known as the Tree of Genesis, in him is the potential for all things that occur within the depths of the oceans vastness. Tides, waves, and whirlpools, although some of the first things that come to mind when thinking of oceans, are but a fraction of the world beneath the waves. Klaar thusly holds power over the numerous ecosystems that include the ocean, ranging from the most diminutive micro-organisms to the immense gyres that move waters for thousands of miles. As such, Klaar can express his domain through the movements of the ocean or the creation of life, so long as it is connected to the natural concept of the ocean.

Portfolio:
Oceans. The oceans and seas of the world of Galbar are the sole domain of Old Growth of Deeps. As above, this includes all natural occurrences linked with oceans. In many ways, Klaar himself is a personification of the ocean; vast, unknowable, and prone to fickle moods. Sometimes the seas provide and grow, bountiful with life and teeming with opportunity. In other moments it is dark, brooding, and impossibly violent. So too is the Big Fish himself.

Their Realm:
Saxus (Pronounced as Shah-hush in Deep-Speak but often simply pronounced as Saxus). Known by many nicknames, the Silent World of Saxus is a place out of Jacques Cousteau's own fever dreams. Upon entering Saxus, the perception of crushing depth is unmistakable. The pressure of that dark place waxes and wanes as tides, supposedly matching the flowing moods of the God that calls it home. There is no dry land in Saxus and certainly no surface, only an endless ocean of inky blackness. Despite this, all who enter find they are able to breath its waters though the omnipresent taste of brine will seemingly never leave their pallet.

Saxus itself seems wrapped in basaltic rock, forming numerous caverns and crevasses that stretch far beyond the vision of even those creatures created for such environs. Those who enter Saxus do so in such crevasses, entering the dark and foreboding abode of the Ocean God by swimming deeper into the darkness. In order to truly enter that watery domain, mortals and gods alike must delve beyond their senses and swim through a darkness with the perception that things around them are in motion, ever curious about the oddity that has entered their home.

Despite the perceived desolation of its numerous entryways, as the first layer of benthic depth is passed the world opens up. Ghostlights of biolumiscence dance in the deep and soon the caverns of Saxus become a cacophony of light. Deep sea sessile organisms of all shapes and sizes cling to the floor and walls of these new caverns, each producing a colorful array of light. They wax and wane as the tides, proclaiming and day and night cycle even where the sun cannot shine. Columns of nutritious, black, ink like pseudo-liquid boil upwards for creatures to feed upon and in these places no predation occurs. For those with keen eyes and a curiosity to sate, thick and ponderous tree roots can be seen in the light, coiling and cracking through the basalt to delve deeper into Klaar's realm.

The deepest points of Saxus before the realm becomes inverted is a core of basaltic rock, seemingly floating freely in the center of the vaguely orb like shape of Saxus' boundaries. Lit just as above, those mortals or gods that sought to travel this deep into the Dark World are faced with a city of strange and alien origin. The spires and citadels of this city in the deep hug the orb of their making on all sides, confounding and denying such concepts as up and down. Though barren of sentient life upon its creation, its clear from design that thought of visitors gave Klaar cause to build such a place. It is here, inside the cavernous insides of this deep city where lava flows freely and water boils, that Klaar makes his home.

Persona:
Klaarungraxus, as he often shortens it (it is said his true name would take days to intone) for when he addresses others, is an alien entity most unlike the more humanoid deities bound to the world of Galbar. Even his name reeks of sounds more akin to waves breaking and deep sea rock rumbling. Although described as a He for his masculine qualities when perceived by mortals, there is nothing about Klaar that indicates male or female. As is fitting for his peculiar nature, Klaar is not bound by the moods of Mortal things. Indeed, it often seems that one tentacle of the Great Devil Fish offers as the other takes away, each a mind entirely of their own. Klaar cannot speak (or perhaps chooses not to), and instead imparts his thoughts directly into the minds with which he deigns to communicate in words that rumble through the mind like crashing waves.

By all appearances, Klaar is chiefly concerned with the natural world above all things. An almost obsessive focus on life in all forms overtakes the Old Growth of the Deep. A natural order exists within his labyrinthine mind that drives him to create and destroy in equal measure. To the Mortals that one day might thrive in Galbar, this free flowing behavior might come off as almost bipolar in nature. Seas teem with life of all kinds that feed villages and fill bellies. However, storms and great waves wrack the coastlines and most families know at least one loved one to be pulled to the depths seemingly at random. Indeed, entire species might face the fickle wrath of Klaarungraxus while another might receive his bountiful generosity all in one day.

Of the Gods, Klaar seems distant if curious. Above all others, his twin-deity the Tree of Genesis is above reproach. Though the edges of their domain often clash and many a forest has been leveled by tidal waves, in the estuaries and deltas of the world the truth is seen. Klaar and the Tree of Genesis are mirrors of one another, two sides of the same coin that exist in a natural harmony. Of the other Divines, however, no such balance is yet seen to exist.

Base Form:
In his most basal form, Klaar appears outwardly similar to a twelve-limbed cephalopod of immense size. Eight limbs hang from the bottom of his main body, used in locomotion and ambulation. Four additional tentacles jut from the front of the "torso", used primarily for manipulation. Six eyes, three to each side of the foreward portion of his bell, gaze out at all things. At the center of this forward facing mass of muscle sits a double-layered beak, rapacious as it clacks and chews at the area around it. Wherever the physical body of Klaar can be seen, dark water billows out around it. The water itself seems overall limited in the distance it can travel, white water forming as it crashes against non-existent rocks and remains bound to the presence of its master. In those depths at least two tentacles always disappear, both the largest of the form's numerous appendages, giving off the appearance that they lead to something FAR larger below. At any time, more tentacles might appear from this more simplified form, revealing more clearly the true nature of this form as but a fleshy appendage used in imitation of the true thing.

Domain Form:
Only in Saxus does the truest, most overwhelming form of the God of Depths ever become truly apparent. Boundless tentacles of flesh and coral and rock and so many other things in twist in great columns upon one another. They are able to reach out to every part of Saxus, emerging from cavern walls or from doorways in the buildings that dot the landscape of the old city. Life blossoms across these tentacles in the form of colorful corals, sessile creatures, and great forests of sea weeds and grasses. At the center of it all is Klaar's center, a massive hulk with six huge eyes and a grasping beak.

Where Klaar's tentacles reach life blooms. As they tear through rock and stone like playthings, nutrients billows forth and life grows in abundance. Sometimes organisms are born gently, placed with the caution of a clock maker and left to its own devices to thrive in their own little worlds. Other times, Klaar's destructive nature leaves seeming desolation in its path, only for life to regrow even more bountiful than before. As such, Saxus' environs almost never look exactly the same as how they were left.

Avatar:
Krem. At its inception, the nascent entity known as Krem (highly shortened from his full Deepspeak name) is little more than a semi-sentient extension of Klaar's will. Several iterations of the fleshling Avatars of Klaar were birthed and subsequently reincorporated through voracious devouring by their progenitor. Such it is that Krem was formed, fourth spawn of the overentity that is Klaar. Like all of Klaar's initial offspring, Krem was born as a disembodied tentacle, ripped from Klaar's mass and deposited to grow. The small mind of what would be Krem was allowed to thrive alongside a number of its fellow spawn in the cool light of Saxus' depths. There the little fledglings grew and one by one Krem devoured his would-be divine siblings just as Klaar intended.

At his earliest stages of growth, Krem appears outwardly like a biologically simpler form of Klaar, like a larval form still in growth. Highly predatory and prone to bouts of immense curiosity, the little (several meters long from tip of bell to longest tentacle) organism was set free from the noticeably safer confines of Saxus to explore the depths of the new world of Galbar. As he grows Krem learns, voracious for every droplet of knowledge and over time develops an ever more complex personality.

For now the whelpling Avatar is content to explore its new surroundings as the vast tentacles of its progenitor spawn life into being all around it.

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[The Hobb]

Definitely interested in this, will come back later today to do a cs when I have had some time to give it some proper thought.

[Frettzo]

The Tree of Genesis

Name:
The Tree of Genesis

Primordial or Conceptual:
Primordial

Domain:
Nature. The Tree of Genesis is nature given form. As the inverted side of his twin-deity Klaarungraxus, in it is the potential for all things natural that occur on the surface of Galbar. The creation and management of forests, grasslands, marshes, animals, fungi, insects and ecosystems both massive and small are all within the grasp of The Tree of Genesis’ roots. The Tree of Genesis is deeply tied to flora and as such, the vast majority of its creations are flora as well, even though it could easily branch off in other directions.

Portfolio:
Vegetation. The Tree of Genesis can manipulate plants freely and create infinite numbers of species of them. Within his power is the ability to create natural medicines as well as poisonous, carnivorous, venomous, highly mobile, and even flying or diving vegetation.

Their Realm: ((A Brief snippet of what their Realm might look like. Doesn’t have to be too detailed.))

Persona:
In nature, there is order to the chaos. The world is unfeeling, uncaring, and yet it is beautiful and warm and is the one home for the countless living beings that dwell in it. There is a reason and a purpose behind every cruelty or tragedy and, no matter what, life always moves on. The Tree of Genesis is the purest representation of this reality.

As an entity, it does not speak and when probed one can not access its thoughts… Therefore, it is unknown if the Tree of Genesis is truly sentient or if any intelligence is to be found in it, but what is clear is that its actions hold true intent and purpose and that the experiments it routinely carries out relay some kind of data to it that it then takes into account when creating more life.

Base Form:
A coniferous tree hundreds of kilometers high and at least 50 kilometers wide at the base. It is a tree capable of extending its roots throughout reality. A single branch can house a whole village. Cities can form suspended in the air from vines. Lakes form in depressions in the branches, and whole ecosystems are exclusive to the lush branches of the Tree of Genesis.

Domain Form:
None. The Tree of Genesis is a Tree.

Avatar:
The Tree of Exodus. It is a smaller brother to the Tree of Genesis. Being barely 15 kilometers high and 3 wide at the base, this special oak tree extends its roots through large swathes of land and exerts the Tree of Genesis’ will directly onto the world, serving as a Galbar-based factory, laboratory and workshop from where the Trees build new species to let loose into the world.

The Tree of Exodus is one of the tallest, if not the tallest, tree on Galbar and it grows both up into the sky and down into the earth. It is partially hollow, with numerous large openings at all different heights leading inside of its protective outer bark. It can also manipulate the liana vines growing along it as well as it own roots in order to interact with the world in a finer way and allow tool usage.

Perhaps the most interesting ability of the Tree of Exodus, however, is the creation of entities that are referred to as “mobile platforms”. Humanoid beings made entirely out of plant matter with soft pliable bark for skin, ultra dense wood for bones and a new kind of plant fibre for muscle and tissue, these entities are fully capable of sentience on their own, but the intricate processes the Tree of Exodus must perform in order to create just one platform make it so that is never more than one active at a time as well as a few backups ready for when such active platforms inevitably expire. All of the platforms are connected to the Tree of Exodus and once they die, all of their memories go back to it as well as their souls in order to be recycled and put into new platform. They act as the representatives of the Tree of Genesis’ will and are created solely for the purpose of carrying out tasks and fulfilling demands for the Tree of Genesis and the Tree of Exodus.

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((Lastly, remember to read the OP thoroughly!))

[AdorableSaucer]

Interested af! Character sheet'll be coming soon, with goddess of cold and snow! Edit: Here she is!

Edit2: Changed completely and capped Night(Moon)!

Gibbou, Sister of the Sun

Gibbou

Primordial.

Domain: Night. The night is when the shadow of Galbar envelops the world in its darkness, calling for the walkers of the day to rest and the creatures of the night to hunt. It is both a time of magnificent beauty and terrible fear, and Gibbou doesn’t shy away from neither the calm, tranquil aspects of the star-speckled sky and the bright, white moon, nor the cruel, uncaring thirst of the beasts in the shadows, but embraces them both in a duality of peace and terror. Her power appoints her to the guardian of peace when her sister Oraelia descends beyond the horizon, safeguarding life so it may grow the next day, and she keeps a watchful eye over the world, ready to punish those who disrespect the law of night’s peace.

Gibbou’s powers allow her more easily to shape and influence creatures of the night, offering blessings such as better eyes in the darkness, or curses such as restlessness. She is generally more powerful at night and much weaker during the day.

Portfolio: Moon. Gibbou is goddess of the moon, or (possibly) moons. The moon is an object of beauty, reflection, admiration and tranquility, lighting up the night for its denizens and offering mortality inspiration for art and thought. The moon’s light functions as a beacon for the fearful and lost, and Gibbou wishes for all who see it to feel safe and peaceful within. Her innate knowledge of celestial objects also grants her great power of influence over objects orbiting Galbar, as well as the creation of these objects. Finally, the moon’s mighty pull on Galbar’s oceans and seas grants Gibbou control over tidal forces.

All these powers, however, ebb and flow with the phases of the moon, being strongest when it’s full and weakest when it’s new.

Their Realm: The Dark Side of the Moon. Gibbou’s home is in a place where even her sister’s light cannot reach. It is a place of eternal night, where the only light to be found is the dim glow of Gibbou’s bioluminescent plants and fungi, which form a great, humid forest here, or the wild eyes of whatever nocturnal beasts may be lurking. Here, various blind animals, fish and insects all roam about as they would on Galbar, rather content about life in a world without vision. At the centre of the woods lies a villa (though one wouldn’t be able to tell by looking - rather, perhaps, by walking into it.). This is Gibbou’s house, a place where she rests during the day and keeps various adopted animals and mortals in eternal, peaceful sleep. Whether these creatures are at her estate willingly, is a question for another time.

Persona: For the most part, Gibbou is a calm and peaceful character, deeply fond of meditation and pondering the great questions of the universe. She enjoys the company of other gods, and frequently goes out of her way to reach out to others to socialise under the stars. She adores all manner of life and keeps a number of gardens in her realm where she grows vibrant fungi and bioluminescent plants. She also adores bats.

Gibbou’s mission, as agreed between her and Oraelia, is to safeguard through the night the life the Sun has provided life to during the day. While Gibbou is generally sweet and gentle in her manners, she puts on a strict, grim visage in the night, seeing herself as a chosen guardian over life from the wickedness lurking in the dark. Because of this, she tends to look upon all non-nocturnal animals who walk out in the night with great suspicion, though it’s not always easy to see the nature of criminals and murderers in the dark.

Much less when one’s observing all the way from the moon.

Base Form:

Base Form

Gibbou’s base form is humanoid, standing 182cm tall with skin as blue as the twilight sky. Hidden under a mass of dark blue hair appears a smooth, shadowed face with eyes pupiled with moonlight. Her forehead sports a white waxing crescent, down from which runs a bright line which splits into two halfway down her nose and follows her cheekbones into her mass of hair. A similar line begins on her lower lip and traces her chin down her throat, connecting to an array of symbols and lines covering the rest of her dark blue form. She smells vaguely of a chilly evening in the forest.

For clothing, Gibbou wears a long dress spun from the black of the night sky. It hangs loosely around her body, similar to a chiton covered by a peplos. Around her head, she dons a crescent crown similar to that of an laurel crown, only fashioned in the light of the moon. She usually wears a small smile, contrasted somewhat by a slight chill to her skin, not quite unlike one one would feel on an evening stroll.

Domain Form: Perhaps ironically, Gibbou’s domain form symbolises everything cruel and wicked about the night. Taken in order to deter aggressors against herself or that which she holds dear, it is the emptiness of a black night, taken by momentarily snuffing out every other source of light except for two burning orbs like bleeding moons, staring her targets down. Gibbou can choose how much she wants to dim the lighting around her, and its effect can in many ways be countered by other gods’ powers.

Avatar: Twillight.

Twillight being awoken from a nap by curious sages

Twilight remembers very little of who he once was. He know he once was something else than the messenger of Gibbou - however, he finds it immensely difficult to remember anything from before he was taken from his home and left to rest at Gibbou’s villa for an eternity - or perhaps not even a minute. All he knows now that he's been awoken and given a divine task, is that he has no intention of completing said task. No matter how much Gibbou requests Twilight to listen to her, he rarely complies, preferring instead to catch up on all the things he missed while he was asleep.

Twilight's well adapted for life in both light and dark, but prefers the night as his eyes never seem to properly adjust to the rays of the sun. He takes the form of a human male, standing 172 centimetres tall in a lean, yet somewhat well-trained body. His clothing is shabby and rough, and basically nothing about him gives off any manner of divine aura, with the possible exception of his uncannily bright blue eyes.

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[Lord Zee]

Welcome welcome all. Good to see the interest and the character sheets so far. Looking forward to more!

[Leotamer]

Sirius

Sirius
Conceptual

Domain: Stars

The failed creations of discordant blood, they shimmer with reflected sunlight in the night sky. Their hazphardous construction caused alien material to shed from them. This space debris is composed of earthen asteriods, crystalline comets, metallic meteors and clouds of mysterious nebula dust.

The stars have their own movements, prehaps influenced by the blood itself. Sirius can influence their positions to weave scriptures and omens in the night sky. In addition, any intentional expression of sincerely held belief or desire towards the stars acts as a prayer to Sirius.

Sirius can manipulate the debris created from stars, manipulating their movements and form but not their composition. He can imbued materials with trace amount of these foreign elements to create new substances.

He can attune people or objects to the stars, light which reflect off them, or the debris created from them. He can bless people to see prefectly in dim starlight or create a compass which points to heart's desire so long it is touched by starlight.

Portfolio: Hope

In the cosmic sense, stars are meaningless. Mortals give stars meaning. When the first star imploded under its own weight, mortals believed it was a sign of salvation. From this, Sirius was born.

Hope is optimistic forward thinking. Hope can fortify the mind, preserving it against despair and tempering its baser desires. Followers of Sirius have greater mental protection, but for all but his greatest champions, it pales in comparison to the innate power of avatars.

Hope can empower people to survive through difficult times, granting them temporary, but occassionally recurring, strength, endurance, or speed, drawing from their inner strength.

Persona: Shy, Cunning, Philosophical, Altruistic.

Sirius wants to ensure the best for everybody, but recognises the impossibility of doing so. He prefers indirect actions, schemes and delegetion to attempt to better the world.

He does not like to tell blantant lies, but is very willing to bend the truth.

He cares for all mortals but has an affinity towards to paragons, the hopeful downtrodden, philosophers and the repentant. He understands those who lost hope or do not care about philosophy themself, but those who punish or discourage hope or philosophy, or are unrepentant lose his favor. He tends to believe there is hope for everyone, but he will work against those who are particularly unfavorable to him, especially to the benefit of his favored or the people that they have harmed.

He appreciates beatuty, but often relies on enhancement and imitation to create it.

He is ensnared by his own insecurity, by the constract of being a god and being created of a failure and a lie. But everyday he is hopeful that the next day will be better.

Realm: Quasar, The First Star

The first star forged by the blood, and birthplace of Sirius. Even though it was returned to the blood, it shines a light uniquely its own onto Galbar.

It is a barren space, void of land and sky. Pitch black and bright light meet without any gradiant. Space debris enters and exits the realm at will.

Base Form: A small child-like biped entity almost entirely covered in a single roughspun cloak. Small specks of light peek out from under the covering. He usually keeps his head down, but peering under his hood reveals a featureless face that appears a reflection of a starry night sky. He nearly always seen carrying a shepherd's crook made of stone from asteroids.

Domain Form: Identical in stature to his base form, he sheds his cloak. His skin begins to mimic the glow of stars, becoming a being of orange and yellow light. Clear, mosaic, crystal wings grow from his back, and reflect his light in all directions. In this form, it appears as though his crook is formed of comet crystals.

Avatar: Ceres

Similar to Sirius' base form, she is a featurely bipedal form that resembles the night sky but appears an adult. She is covered in earthen armor formed by asteroids and wields a hammer made of the same material. She is stern, serious, and respectful. She respects strength, self-reliance, diligence, responsibility. She dutifully completes any task he is assigned and will seek to further Sirius' agenda when possible, she also has her own goals that she will work towards.

She has a particular affinity and protectiveness for children, as they are those who have let a chance to prove themselves. She appreciates brawls and honorable fights, though she is often disappointed about how she has to hold herself back against most foes. She appreciates beauty and understands novelty, but prefers practicality, believing that you can live a full life with nothing but a full gut, strong walls, a big club, and a resolute heart.

In addition to being extremely strong and endurant, she is capable of flight though only in straight lines with very limited turning ability. In addition, she is capable of flying at high speeds, but she needs to gradually pick up speed as she flies, and turning even slightly can drastically slow her down. As with the material she was forged form, she is extremely resilient to extreme temperatures

[Goldeagle1221]

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Name: Joab-Balaam
Primordial or Conceptual: Conceptual

Domain: Dogma. Morals, Ethics, Law all based under sacrosanct order and religious conviction. The administration of what is holy, what is punishable, what is praiseworthy in a code of sacred law. An example of this is framing a sacrosanct law to be followed, designating an act to be a transgression against sacrosanct law, judging an act to be a transgression against sacrosanct law, executing punishment on the transgressor of sacrosanct law.

Portfolio: Punishment. In the instance of any and all transgression, Joab-Balaam finds themselves the bailiff of their punishment. Once a transgression has been made, punishment follows. This far reaching ability to administer punishment requires transgressions, since punishment cannot be upheld without first the criminal.

Their Realm: A sea of golden clouds. Suspended in these clouds are stone pillars marked with the sacrosanct laws. Once one is written, it is said it cannot be struck out.

Persona: Joab-Balaam is missing one of the divine traits often found in gods and mortals alike -- grace. As such, Joab-Balaam is without forgiveness, without compassion, and without empathy. There is no lesser evil and no greater good, there is only rewards and obedience, or transgressions and punishment. There is only the dogma, only order.

Beyond that, Joab-Balaam is possessive and extremely ambitious. A servant to themselves and a considered martyr to all else. Humour has little place in Joab-Balaam’s visions, as does wordiness, great debates, tantalizing concepts and philosophical argument. Directness is favored over metaphors, activity over dreams, and doing over contemplation.

Joab-Balaam’s preferred method of communication is through prophets, deigning their absolute voice to be too sacred for most mortal ears.

Base Form: Joab-Balaam is a horizon splitting sea of rolling clouds of liquid light. Seeping across a landscape as a blinding haze and spilling over sacred temples as a blanket of golden light.

Domain Form: An endless pulse of golden light. It is hard to understand if Joab-Balaam dwells in the clouds or if the clouds dwell in Joab-Balaam.

Avatar: Othniel

Othniel is a color best described as difficult to determine and painful to stare at. It’s form is exactly that, an ever moving color that paints across the surfaces of reality in search of its next task. Inevitably it will color over a living being, and in this case it will impart prophesy or otherwise the will of Joab-Balaam upon it.

It is not beyond Othniel to use painted individuals as fingers and tools in Joab-Balaam’s plans, or to raise them to the level of prophet, or lower them to the level of tormented. When Othniel is finished, they will wash away -- their colorful shadow streaking away across the land to the next place.

Their personality is nearly as single minded as that of Joab-Balaam’s, but the same cannot be said for the prophets that arise from this process.

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[Vahir]

I had a couple ideas for gods, but I've been ninja'd on all of them, RIP! For those who are WIP, here are the current claimed portfolios as I see them:

Tech
Decay
Contracts
Plants
Afterlife
Volcanos
Oceans
Snow
Hope
Punishment

I'm currently considering a god of evil or a god of freedom, but I'm not set on it.

[Zurajai]

Join us in Discord; it's easier for communicating all your plans.

[LokiLeo789]

Boris - God of Mountains

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^{ADAMANT LUCIDITY | ASSURANCE | THE WARDEN | BOAR OF STONE}

B A S I C M Y T H

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Boris

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Male

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Primordial

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Domain: Infinite Girth

Base: Lord of Rock

Avatar: He Who Reaps the Dividend

• A giant without equal, the Avatar of Boris the Boar, Gunfir, is far removed from his patron in likeness. While Boris is the pinnacle of solidarity and calm, Gunfir errs to the side of pride and showmanship. Gold and copper adorn jewelry his body his massive body and the furs of slaughtered god-beasts warm his back and chest. Coiled around his right arm is a serpent of gold attached to him like a fifth limp.
  
  Bolsters and full of bravado, the giant regularly interacts with mortals, often hailed as the deity of hunter and strength, his feats are a spectacle many come far and wide to witness.

D I V I V E H Y M N S

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The Good Place of Digging and Playing/The Anchor of the World

• The Anchor of the World at first glance is mighty. Crags of silver-grey stone stand-out like islands in a sea of pale grass, branch-less trees as black as old blood reach up to heaven at its summit like spears pointed accusingly at the sky. At all three of its peaks, clouds spilt over snow-caps. If any place ever deserved its name, this was it. A mountain among mountains. Indeed large enough to anchor the sky to the world, such is the realm of the mountain god Boris.
  
  Hidden yet felt, the godly realm of Digging and Playing exists in the same space. Within its valleys and in its caves reside the many gilded palaces and play places of Boris’s co-signs, all hidden form mortal view. Despite sharing the same space, the realm’s mighty crags are bathed in a sunless sky that always produces lights, it’s blueness almost unnatural. Minerals of all kind infinitely abound in the domain, growing without hindrance within is unyielding rocky expanse.
  
  For a realm to exist synonymously in the mortal realm, ill-effects abound, the very likes of which are capable of warping a mortals perception of time and tearing apart their sanity. Without a resolve harder then stone one can lose themselves entirely to the mountain, succumbing to age or the deprivation of the body as time stretches on without their knowing. Within the blink of an eye a month may pass, and it’s effects only worsen as one ascends the monolith.

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Nature, the realm of living plants, animals, and the environments in which they inhabit all falls under the jurisdiction of this domain. It’s parameters seemingly infinite, it’s patron deities are representatives of its core aspects, some taking up the mantel of the ocean blue, or the expansive green. Boris on the other hand, molds rock under his hooves with each step, and sculpts mountains with the infinite duress off his tusks. He is the bedrock and the foundation upon which nature stands. So is his domain.

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Mountains, bulwarks of stone and glass crafted from chaos and order is Boris’ alone to command. The very personification of these monoliths, the Lord of Rock may seem cold and unforgiving, yet once nature erodes away his exterior, his many layers are visible. He is a boon to those who can traverse his ranges, and a blessing to those who can settle there. To others, he is certain death.

P E R S O N A L I A

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Just like there are two sides to every story, there are two sides to every being. Boris’ duality comes in the form of how other perceive him and who he is on a personal level. Furthermore; Boris, akin to many, has three sides of himself. Not truly three distinct personalities, nevertheless, he has three ways of looking at things: contemplative, direct, or dubious.

His emotional set consists of a phlegmatic disposition, generally unemotional and stolidly calm. Which usually leads to assumptions of a depressed, cynical being, but bitterness and hate has yet to taint his soul. He still has an optimistic view of the world, harbors idealistic dreams, and naively believes that some gods can be trusted. Boris maintains no disillusion about the machinations of god nor the state the world may be in, however. But it’s a testament to his integrity and righteousness, how he will remain an honest and a responsible being.

In tenser situations, Boris is: controlled, focused, steady, and conscientious of his surroundings. Every decision is made cautiously and pragmatically; he's vigilant in his efforts and never rarely impulsive. (Despite this he is quick to go out the window when he is personally insulted or made fun of) He strives to apply the same manner of thinking to every facet of his life. This is why he doesn't interfere in every dispute and is content with watching until needed.

When it comes to Boris‘ ability to handle sudden changes and disagreement, his open-mind enables a high degree of adaptability. Because of that, he's able to be tolerant and forgiving of ignorance; whether he's willing to, differs from scenario-to-scenario. But to avoid any interactions outside of his duties, he projects a rough, cold exterior. He even goes as far as exiling himself, which further lends to the mysterious lone wolf persona he has adopted. This facade is obviously a guise however, as evident in his altruistic behavior. Once his icy shell has been broken, his warm nature will shine through and the courteous, cultured individual with a unique sense of humor and charm will be revealed.

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[Legion02]

Heavy WIP but here are the first few things of my god.

Qael’Naath

Name: Qael’Naath
Primordial or Conceptual: Primordial

Domain: Magic. Unlike the supernatural, magic has its place within the natural order of all things. It is not hidden just beyond perception. Nor is it a nagging impossibility. It is part of the greater whole and exists whether or not there is a sentience to see it. To be certain of this natural balance in the world, magic has been given its own set of rules as well by creation itself. Though the logic, reasoning, and pattern of these laws will rarely be understood by mortal life forms. Despite it being a natural part of the world, magic is no mundane subject.

Portfolio: Mana. Mana is a substance much like carbon, oxygen or iron. Unlike those, however, it is a boundless source of possibilities. The substance is the ultimate catalyst, allowing a sentient creature to transform states of matter and even substances. It also the ultimate manipulator, allowing one to change their surroundings with the aid of it. However, its power pales in the face of divinity. Where gods can raise islands at a thought, to do so with mana would require substantial amounts and a staggering understanding of both the deeper laws of magic and the natural laws that might facilitate such a sudden change in the world. For mana might be magic but it still adheres to certain principles, akin to how the world is ruled by the laws of physics.

Their Realm: The Well - The realm of magic is a beautiful place. It is always night, filling the heavens with beautiful stars and wonderful nebulae. Closer to the ground one can see the auroras of ever-changing, chromatic colors. At its center is a massive orb, akin to the surface of the sun but blue in color. Its brightness is heavily dimmed. Allowing you to watch straight at it. Like solar waves, mana bursts forth from it. While not as bright as the sun, it's bright enough to illuminate the whole plane. Which is filled with giant, floating islands and natural gardens. Filled with strange, kaleidoscopic metals, luminescent plants and shimmering gems. Springs of pure emerald, sapphire and ruby fluids flow from certain gardens down into nothingness. The rocks float and move freely. Yet from time to time certain glades will align in auspicious patterns. Offering momentary order with the perceived chaos. Galbar is not just seen within the sky. It is seen everywhere but always fleeting. Visions can be seen within the "water". The islands might align in a picture of reality for just a moment. The auroras might take the shape of what a sentient creature sees upon Galbar. Once more offering a glimpse of the invisible rules reigning within the realm. For mortals, the place is a beautiful but exceptionally dangerous place. Temperatures vary wildly between the islands. Gravity is a concept that might vanish at a moments notice. The only things that may survive within this plane are creatures that feed off mana.

Gods are not at all affected by anything within the realm. Yet they, in turn, cannot control or direct the mana within The Well. As everything within The Well is either mana or a substance created from mana, nothing within the realm can be manipulated. Not even that which would, at first be perceived as a god's own domain (like earth).

Persona: Qael’Naath is at it's basest a curious creature. With mana being a nearly limitless substance, he desires to know what his brothers and sisters, Galbar and other creatures would do with it. However, surrounding this curiosity is an exceptionally cold, analytical mind. Qael’Naath cares not for petty ideas like justice, greed, glory, vengeance, honor, wrath or love. Creativity and curiosity are the sole things that matter to him. He does not even care for death or life. And he especially does not care for such boring concepts like good or bad, moral or immoral. Because of this, he will not care if entire civilizations are wiped out by cataclysms. The only thing that he cares for is discovering new ways of how mana and magic interact and is used by the whole world. Mortals will thus find him a generally cold and perhaps even a dangerous god.

One might then assume that he would care little for sibling rivalry. Nothing is less true. Conflict will always fuel progress. When gods chose to fight, Qael’Naath will likely offer up the gift of mana to both of them. Amongst mortal civilizations, he might do the same. Though oftentimes he will be far more careful and selective than with his blessings. Favoring those who have proven to be more worthy.

There is, however, one thing that is anathema to Qael’Naath: abyssal chaos. Entropy of the highest order. Laws of nature, physics and of magic must be respected. He will applaud circumvention, as this in itself is proof of creativity. Yet to simply break them in the most basic sense of the word is an unforgivable sin to Qael’Naath.

Base Form: Qael’Naath’s base form is that of a humanoid creature with bright blue skin. He has three pairs of pink, glowing eyes. Hidden under a large hood. Small tentacles fall from his chin like a beard, from which only the tips are visible from under the hood. He’s never seen in this form without a gnarled, wooden staff. At the top, the wood has been carved open to house a circular lens.

Domain Form: Qael’Naath’s domain form is that of a very large sphinx creature. With golden fur on its lion body. His humanoid face has an intricate, braided beard and a total of three eyes. With the central one sitting vertically on its forehead. From his back, a set of wings sprout, with feathers whose colors change constantly. As he flies, the aurora of ever-shifting mana follows him along. Along his spine runs a line of crystalline protrusions.

Avatar: Winds of Magic – The winds of magic is a miasmic entity. It is near invisible to the naked eye, appearing at best a shimmer in the sky. Yet as the Avatar of Magic, mana clings to it and follows it around. Making it appear as a large, colorful aurora even visible at day. The winds hold no independence. Instead, they are the direct divine sense and hand of Qael’Naath. Who mainly uses the floating miasmic mass to observe the world and interact with it where he finds it necessary. Though such interaction will always be to enact the will of Qael’Naath. Mortals will rarely be able to draw the attention of Qael’Naath and the Winds. Especially as time progresses and mortal-kind grows ever more numerous. However, the presence of the winds is not to be underestimated to those who were blessed with magic. As mana clings and follows it around, the presence of the Winds will saturate its surroundings with mana. Fueling any magic cast near it. Those who show particular talent and creativity in using magic, or who have been deemed worthy by the god, might find themselves hearing the voice of the winds. Offering guidance and understanding of the arcane arts.

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[Vahir]

Toshre, the Chained One

Name

Toshre, the Chained One

Primordial or Conceptual

Conceptual

Domain

Freedom. The yearning of the miserable and the downtrodden for it feeds Toshre. Wherever a tyrant brutalizes their people, it is Toshre’s essence that beats in the hearts of the rebels who stand up, his voice that urges them to cast off their chains and to liberate themselves. Ironic, then, that he cannot free the most damned slave of all - himself.

Portfolio

Slavery. Toshre was birthed by the misery of the masses, enslaved by chains both physical and perceived. He takes on their suffering, softening the blow to his followers so that their existences may be even a little less terrible, at the cost of his own ever-increasing pain. As such, the slaves pray to him for a relief from their burdens… and, when the time comes, they pray to him for the willpower to seize their freedom for themselves.

Their Realm

The realm of Toshre is known as Tartarus. It appears as a vast bottomless pit that stretches on for eternity. Massive chains, stronger than any steel, criss cross this pit forming a dense web that impairs movement. The air is thick and hot, and each breath seems to scorch one’s lungs.

The only source illuminating the darkness is a faint light from the top of the pit. This light is almost entirely blocked by the chains, but it seems as if it is extremely close, and one could reach it if only one could climb far enough. No matter how far one travels upward, however, the light always stays tantalizingly out of reach. Its presence is another torment for the denizens of this realm, taunting them with the agony of false hope.

This pit is inhabited by the souls of those damned by the strictest laws of gods and men. These are to remain trapped in the chains for eternity. Other creatures, including many nameless horrors, also dwell here. They feast upon the flesh of the trapped souls, which constantly regenerates so as to prevent death from freeing them. The most prominent and tormented of these souls is Toshre himself. Deep in the pit, far below any of the mortals, he is restrained by a mass of chains such that he is incapable of moving even his fingers. Never does he stop struggling against his imprisonment, yet never does he manage to free himself. That is the curse of his existence.

Persona

Toshre is filled with empathy and compassion for the weak and the suffering. He is filled with these, in fact, to such an extent that he takes on their pain, willingly subjecting himself to further tortures to improve the lives of his followers. He has a martyr’s complex: he suffers so that others may not.

He is also legendarily determined. His soul may be chained to Tartarus and his flesh broken and cut, but his will has never faltered. He still fights against the chains that bind him, and instructs his followers to fight as well regardless of the strength of their oppressors.

Base Form

When Toshre manifests outside of Tartarus, he appears as a robed man that hovers slightly in the air. An iron mask covers his head, leaving his features hidden. Manifesting in this way does not give him freedom: the chains that bind him still do so in this form, appearing as a mass of chains that float around him, keeping him tethered to Tartarus.

Domain Form

Within Tartarus, Toshre appears as a giant hundreds of feet tall. He is bound so thickly in chains there that he cannot move so much as a finger. Through the chains one can see the his face has no mouth, nose, or ears, no features at all save his eyes. In spite of his vast strength in this state, he can never break the chains that keep him bound in Tartarus.

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Adrian the Undying
Adrian appears to be a handsome, if a tad short, man. He is cynical and sarcastic, and generally expects the worst of any situation. Deep down, he has a good heart and wants to help others, but he has come to believe every action of his will only worsen the situation. He is difficult to faze and anger and generally keeps a cool head.

He appears to be young: In reality, he is hundreds of years old, almost as old as Toshre himself. He was, fittingly enough, born a slave, the son of slaves. The conditions he toiled in were nightmarish, but he pulled himself through the beatings and the hardships, in no small part due to the voice of a friend that echoed in his head, urging him on: the voice of Toshre, whom he would later discover shared a soul with him. This voice urged him to resist, and resist he did, when led an ill-fated slave rebellion that ended in a bloodbath. He escaped, in no small part due to Toshre's growing power as the god cemented its existence, but he never forgave himself for the deaths.

He travels world, seeking that which was always denied to him: freedom. Everywhere he goes the same scene repeats itself again and again. His attempts to free the downtrodden and bring justice to them ended in pain and misery again, and again, and again. He has become bitter and jaded, and though he still values the freedom for which he has long fought, he has come to regard his own existence as a kind of slavery in of itself. As long as he is an avatar of Toshre, his existence is to suffer so that others may not. He resents this enormously. He tries to keep his head down and live for himeslf, blending in with normal human society as much as he can, but there is always the voice in his head telling him to stand for those who cannot do so for themselves.

He is commonly referred to as "The Undying", and for no small reason: He is a legendary swordsman graced with strength and reflexes far beyond what other mortals are capable of. The true reason for his name, however, is his complete inability to die. Wounds that would cripple any mortal, and even some avatars, barely seem to slow him down, and he has been known to survive partial decapitation. Of course, he is still partially mortal, and given sufficient damage he would succumb to injuries, but being soul-fused to the god of determination against hopeless odds makes him very difficult to stop.

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