[OOC] Divinus: The Deity Roleplay, Mk. V

[Scarifar]

Koine, the Goddess of Business

Name: Koine

Domain: Business
There is much to learn about business. Whether dealing with high-class society or the roughest of ruffians, etiquette is very important, as learning how to interact with others increases your chances for success at a business opportunity. Lead your would-be consumers with the right suggestions and recommendations to convince them that your products are right for them. By using the right etiquette with the right people, you can create a reputation and prove your business is trustworthy. After all, people will not do business with you if there is no trust. Finally, all businesses start on an idea. You must know what the public is willing to spend their money on, and you must be ahead of the competition if you wish to succeed. Because at the end of the day, you need to make a profit, and no business can sustain itself without generating profit.

Koine herself possesses a myriad of facades to work with, and will choose whoever is best suited to converse with others. She also possesses the ability to detect the potential profitability and reputability of those in her presence. Finally, she can also influence others to be more inclined to accept business proposals, though she can only influence what is already there. If people aren't interested even after trying to convince them, then there is nothing she can do.

Myth

Another quiet day in the shop. For some people, that might be a blessing, but for me, it's a curse. Business has been slow lately, and I don't know why. I've tried adding new paintings and hiring an extra person to attract more people, but no one seems interested. I'll be hitting the red soon, and I'd rather keep my shop open. But how?

A small jingle sounded from the bell as the door opened. Turning my head towards the door, I saw a beautiful woman come in, walking gracefully toward the pub table and taking a seat. "Welcome, ma'am, what would you like to order?"

"I'll have the tuna and a small amount of ale, please." "Coming right up!" I was glad to finally have a customer again, and hopefully she wouldn't be the last. As I prepared the ingredients, she looked around the restaurant. Probably thinking it was a sad place, and with no other customers, I was willing to agree. I quickly whipped up her meal and served it to her. "Your tuna and ale, ma'am." She only took small bites, and sipped the ale sparingly as she quietly ate. I had just turned away to clean up my work station when she said, "This is a nice place."

"Hmm?" "A good location, with plenty of foot traffic. And the decor is pleasing to the eye. It's not bad." "Um, th-thank you-" "I didn't say it was good, though. Only adequate, and now I see why there's no one else here." "Hey, where do you get off-"

"Thank you for the meal," she said, placing a few coins on the table before standing up. I looked at her now empty dish and cup, wondering how she finished so quickly. As she let, she said, "Invest in some shellfish for appetizers, and some eels. They're coming into season soon. Lager would be great too. Pairs well with your seafood menu." "Hey, wait! Who are you?" She simply smiled and said, "Pleasure doing business with you," before leaving out the entrance.

She was a strange woman, but maybe she had something. I followed her advice, perfecting the dishes I could create. For some reason, after she left, I've been receiving a flood of customers ever since. They also loved the changes to the menu, and wouldn't stop praising it every time. I guess I owed her a debt, having saved my shop with just a few words. A glint of light reflecting off a coin caught my eye, and I reached over to pick it up. Come to think of it, the woman's face did resemble the one on the coin... nah, couldn't be. Could it?

Base Form

Her hair is platinum blonde and her skin is peachy. Her eyes are sapphire-colored with yellow irises, and she has pearly-white teeth for a perfect smile. Her left hand is adorned with 5 silver rings, each fitted with a different gem: sapphire, ruby, emerald, amethyst, and padparadscha, from thumb to pinky in that order. Her thin, rectangle-shaped glasses have a dark silver frame and fitted with quartz glass lenses.

True Form

Koine still remains humanoid, but her exact appearance varies based on one's intentions and business practices.

Pure

Koine appears similar to her base, except her body appears to be made out of gold and various gems. Her eyes are tiny star sapphires, while her long, wavy hair is made of strands of white gold. Even her lips are composed of rose gold, and her teeth have become actual pearls. Her nails, cut to perfection, are pure diamond.

Impure

To people that harbor malicious intentions or perform unethical business practices, Koine's body will also take on a dark-reddish tone. Her clothing will be tattered, and her body will also appear to be splattered with blood, or depending on the specific race, their equivalent of it.

Themes:

Base

True (Pure)

True (Impure)

[Kho]

Tonta

And she, Drakhoreya though she be, killed them all. Devoured them all.

Name: Hyatonta-Ekninot-Mahtut. Also: 'Tonta,' 'Nino,' 'Tuts.'

Aliases: The Drakhoreya [lit. The Drakhorey Mother]; The Drakhoreyka [lit. The Drakhorey Devourer]

Domain: Life.

Life Defined.
To be alive is to be ensouled - all that has a soul or spirit is alive, and all that is bereft of such is not. Life allows for the well-observed condition distinguishing things like animals and plants from inorganic matter or natural phenomena - this includes the capacity for growth, reproduction, functional activity, and continual change preceding 'death'. Though having a soul will not necessitate the manifestation of physical life, physical life is not possible without a soul. Since life, thus defined, is intrinsically ethereal, it can exist without being tied to physical matter - spirits, ghosts, and other immaterial entities are entirely valid life forms. Such things are not ensouled, they are soul. We therefore find that death - true death that is - only occurs with the destruction of the soul; the ebb and flow of physical life is peripheral. As all souls are by nature sapient, even those of non-sapient creatures, direct spiritual communication with souls is entirely possible for those learned in such magicks.

The Power of Life.
The powers of this Life Domain enable the god in question to freely create or nourish things that have the quality of life, unlimited in this regard by anything short of its imagination. Power over Life also includes the capacity to deny a creature of life or to strip a particular place of it - this is a simple process of desouling a particular entity or place. Life is different from health; something can be alive but in extremely poor physical health. However, the presence of souls is also critical for life and may prevent ailments caused by a lack of soul - if the winds lose their souls then they may stop blowing, if the water loses its souls it may stop flowing or being beneficial to other life forms, if plants lose their souls they may wilt and die, and similarly when sentient species lose their souls. Thus, with the ability to regulate, communicate with, and control souls, this Life Domain enables one to create new, and nourish existing, life forms.

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral.

Myth:

Centuries after the fact, when Hyatonta-Ekninot-Mahtut finally arrived to kill him, Hylsek Adech was to recall with greater lucidity than ever before how the terrible race of drakhorey and their progenitor came into the world. Everything was coming to an end around then and (even though Hylsek Adech had then not yet been birthed) he knew that Hyatonta-Ekninot-Mahtut had come in a great fit of inexplicable rage - as though she had been torn away from something very important and now sought to loose her wrath on the distraction that entrapped her. Hyatonta-Ekninot-Mahtut was, therefore, followed very shortly by one hundred thousand burning meteors that lit up the darkening heavens of Galbar's fragment; it was an act of cosmic creation willed at the moment of Hyatonta-Ekninot-Mahtut's own genesis. One could say that she was created creating. Perhaps it was the way Hyatonta-Ekninot-Mahtut was then screaming (for she came screaming), or perhaps it was the inexplicable fury in the great sonance, but it was in that moment of their inception that Hylsek Adech and his drakhorey kin realised - with as great a lucidity as only Hylsek Adech was to experience again many centuries later - that Hyatonta-Ekninot-Mahtut was the only thing in the world they would know to fear.

As the drakhorey broke free of the burning meteors, and as they came into being out of those hurtling isles of magma, the underworlder critters who had risen with rapacious hunger to glut themselves on the soft, yielding meat of the overworlders allowed themselves a pause and a heavenward gaze. They looked at the sky as they had enviously glanced of the overworld in prior times when it was denied them. And if they had not heard the scream of Hyatonta-Ekninot-Mahtut, the goddess whose genesis was occurring before them in the heavens, then they most certainly heard the clawing and growling and hungering of her sky-born terrors who even now lacerated the face of the sky on their earthward passage to feast upon the horrorsome underworlders.

Hylsek Adech, spreading his blazing wings and swinging his rock-hewn skull - which even now ran with veins of magma to the three smouldering embers of his eyes - had been the most impatient and most excited of them all, and so he was the first of the drakhorey to descend and sear the surface of the world with a flame that was less flame and more hammer. He hammered the earth unrelentingly, he forged it anew with the ash of overworlder and underworlder alike. He wiped the slate clean.

There was to be no reward, of course. The drakhorey had known there would not be one from the moment they heard Hyatonta-Ekninot-Mahtut's scream, and so they were not so much saving the world as trying to run away - from her. Even then the drakhorey had known to run away, and even then they had known it to be a vain endeavour. Hylsek Adech had been the first of them, however, and so Hyatonta-Ekninot-Mahtut had done him the honour - in her own twisted way - of leaving him for the very last.

Personality: Just wants to have a bit o' fun, really. Extraordinarily affable and amiable, quite social and gets along with pretty much anyone - rarely anything can get her riled up or truly insult her, though she may well pretend it has if the whimsy takes her. No dispute is ever truly personal - 'don't get riled up, it's just a bit o' fun.' Her personability aside, she is otherwise quite unpredictable and fickle - she is just as likely to be casually cruel and capricious as she is to be generous and giving. She is not by nature kind or 'good'; any 'good' she does stems primarily from her own whimsy and pursuit of pleasure.
Something truly more powerful than her may well terrify her - her nonchalance and fun-loving attitude is greatly derived from her firm conviction that there's nothing out there that can pose her any harm or threat, or that can truly limit her. Attempts to threaten or limit her may stir her interest and she may play along for the fun of it, but should it become apparent that she is not quite as in control - that some entity is able to toy with her as easily as she toys with the world - then things become a whole lot less fun for her.

Goals: Being a Life god, she will naturally want to create life and watch the world bloom. She will look down on any attempts by others to create life that is not tied to souls and may well launch a crusade against 'such sacrilege!' if the whimsy takes her. She will also, for no clear or logical reason, take to possessing random humans, who will go on living without realising they are the hosts of a god. She will actively fight and ally and plot and scheme with others for the fun of it, and will stop the moment it bores her - no alliance or contract is sacred as far as she is concerned.

Appearance:

Base Form.
Tonta has two primary base forms. The first is a wraith-like black and grey form boasting a bark face akin to a primitive wooden mask with two dark holes for eyes. This form is immediately corporeal and ethereal, or transitions between both states so seamlessly that it appears to be the case. Different parts of her may be corporeal while others are simultaneously ethereal. This form is broadly humanoid. See an image here.

The second is broadly humanoid, easily mistaken for a human or an elf were it not for the innumerable serpentine appendages that emerge from below her cloak and appear to be, to all extents and purposes, extensions of herself. See image above. But clothed. -.- IN DRAGON LIMB THINGS.

Beyond these, Tonta, being a Life goddess, will also appear to humans in the form of various life forms - she may manifest as an ant in one place, a rock in another, a puddle elsewhere, and a member of any sapient species at yet another, to play tricks on or otherwise test individuals and groups for her sporting pleasure.

True Form.
Tonta's true form is that of a great shifting spirit, female and humanoid in shape. In its benign aspect it causes life across the world to bloom and does no damage to any living thing that gazes upon it or is otherwise in its radius - rather the opposite. In its malign aspect her true form saps souls - and so life - from all things across the world, but the most terrible effect is on everything within her range of perception. The Drakhoreya form is a lesser version of her malign aspect, which takes on the form of a great ethereal, vaporous drakhorey. This is Tonta's inceptual form and gives off a world-altering scream that births drakhorey.

Musical Theme:

We're just gonna have a bitta fun, my dearest.
Or rather, I will.

[Eviledd1984]

Hi, I was wondering if there would be room for one more character? I had a god character from another rp, that was the god of memories and dreams. Would that be an acceptable character?

[Commodore]

Hi, I was wondering if there would be room for one more character? I had a god character from another rp, that was the god of memories and dreams. Would that be an acceptable character?

@Eviledd1984

Hello! We certainly could still have a new god character, there is some overlap with extant gods however that isn't necessarily a problem. I'd like to encourage you to come onto the discord to discuss this if possible, so that we might be able to help you rework your character for this roleplay.

[Slamurai]

Yamtu

Y A M T U

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D O M A I N

Yamtu is god of the sea, but labeling him as such is erroneous. He holds dominion over bodies of water and all that live beneath the surface, yet it is not merely lordship of water that he lays claim to. More accurately, Yamtu is master of the deep: the abyss yawning below the waves. It is he who sailors worship and fear in equal measure when they cast out to sea. All seafaring peoples dread Yamtu's embrace when they leave the comfort of land behind. The seas are always hungry: the mouth of the deep is always open, eager to devour whatever sinks beneath the inky waves. Yamtu is at his element in the darkest reaches of the sea, where the sun does not penetrate. His palace is the vast, unfathomable depths and his is the power of raging, primordial waters.

M Y T H

WIP

B A S E F O R M

Yamtu is able to manifest via bodies of water, appearing as a humanoid made of liquid. This form is most often used when interacting with other gods. None can say whether this is truly Yamtu or merely a projection, as this form is liable to collapse into a puddle of water when the god has said all he means to.

T R U E F O R M

Yamtu’s true form is as malleable as the water of his domain. The sea may be calm one moment and roil the next. So is Yamtu ever-changing. Waves may seem like the semblance of a face leering back towards the shore. The horizon might betray the shape of a finned hump breaching water. Sailors swear they once glimpsed the shadow of something terrible and cyclopean beneath their vessels. Survivors of wrecks will rave, half mad, of tendrils and bulbous eyes illuminated by the lightning flash of storms. Who is to say Yamtu is all or none of these apparitions?

Musical Accompaniment

youtu.be/Sd0dqgEYnqk

Need to brainstorm a myth but otherwise, I'm set.

[Eviledd1984]

Memoriae

Name: Memoriae

// The Keeper Of Knowledge //Muda'ris //

“Knowledge Comes With A Steep Price.”

Domain: Knowledge - Memoriae has the ability to manipulate any kind of knowledge, whether it be written or in the mind of other beings. Giving or taking any kind of knowledge or skills from any humans. Letting anyone have Memoriae gifts with hidden knowledge, however this knowledge comes with a steep price. The price being that person’s insanity. The knowledge that is given to a person, that person’s perception and gives them a heightened sixth sense.

Myth: In the middle of a forest, at the time when the witching hour occurs a group of people are gathering around an altar. The group consisted of six people gathering around in a circle, there was one figure standing in the middle of the altar, on top of the altar was a piece of parchment scrolled out. The writing of the parchment was written in blood, there were images of ancient runes and occult symbols. The figure near the altar was wearing some certain ceremonial robes and a strange mask made out of a goat’s severed head. He made some sort of strange motion with his hands. The figures around him were chanting a long forgotten dead language, the sky above them darkening with lightning starting to strike the trees around them.

Their voice became louder sounding almost ethereal, soon there was a strong wind blowing against the robes of the figures. The wind was howling and finally dissipated after about half an hour of chanting. All of the figures started to remove their hoods. The figure’s eyes were empty with many tattoo’s of occult symbols all over their bodies. The trees in the forest rustled before finally parting, a tall figure came out of the shadows of the trees. The figure was dressed in gold robes, the figure moving towards the altar and looking over the parchment. “You hooman’s have done every task that i have assigned you, i do believe you are all ready to transient.”

The figure picked up the parchment, the parchment soon crumbled into dust in his hands. He pulled out a sword from his robes, starting to wave it around with a small portal opening up in the sky. The cultists' faces were starting to fail around on the ground, however they were not in pain and in fact were in ecstasy. Their faces become concave with a couple of short tentacles coming out of the hole in their face. The cultists were changed from human into something more eldritch, their minds would be expanded to comprehend where they would be going. The entity soon opened another portal leading his followers to a gothic building. Similarly to a church however this was not a place of worship but a place of knowledge.

Base Form: Long dark brown hair that reaches towards his shoulders, some strands of hair curling outwards away form the rest of his hair. Empty eye sockets where his eyes use would be. A single golden eye with the horizontal pupil on his forehead. On his body are many tattoos of strange symbols, along with many scars all over his body. Sunken in cheekbones with a small mole on the upper right of his lip.

Wearing a long dark blue robe, gold and purple lining along the sides of the robes. Wearing a white cloth around his eyes to cover his empty sockets, wearing a stuffed goat head as a mask to help hide his face. He also wears leather sandals.

True Form: A tall creature with pale skin, With elongated arms and hands and with three fingers with sharp claws. Long legs as well with hooves for feet. Wearing a long yellow robes that hides most of his body, A big white mask to hide his face form others. Wearing finally a yellow crown over his head with a red jewel in the middle and strange marking all over it.

Musical Theme: youtube.com/watch?v=UT2AAfBPtoQ

(Still a work in progess)

[Dark Cloud]

@Commodore So...My life took a turn and I had to be off for the last 10 days. Just thought I should tell you, also can I post?

[Muttonhawk]

Alright, here's my character. It's a little unorthodox, but keep in mind I'm making this character with the intention of committing less time to the RP, simply because I can't commit as much time to a fully active character, let alone keeping up with everything in the RP. To that end, this character is deliberately going to be rather passive.

Anyway, here goes. Let me know what you think!

...Kor Re Pa Ve Laak Kor Re Pa Ve Laak Kor Re Pa Ve Laak...

...Kor Re Pa Ve Laak Kor Re Pa Ve Laak Kor Re Pa Ve Laak...

Names: Kor, The Nadir, Kor Re Pa Ve Laak, The Earth Mantra, The Core

Domain: Harmony
Kor creates equilibrium. Every phenomenon that is met upon her, spiritual, mental, and physical, is countered by its opposite. This at once leaves each space around Kor at a collapsing spiral of peace while rendering her relatively passive compared to other gods. Her peers may aggress or consume, but she is powerless to do either beyond the base abilities of a deity.

As Kor has chosen to remain on the underside of the world, she repels All-In-The-Darkness-Below as it emanates from the remains of Galbar. This repulsion forms such a powerful acceleration in the opposite direction as to manifest gravity on the world above. This holds all things on the world down.

However, the gravitational acceleration is not the only effect of Kor's repulsion. If one meditates and chooses to listen, they can hear the calming rebuttal that Kor chants against All-In-The-Darkness-Below. This is a calming mantra that slowly repeats the words Kor Re Pa Ve Laak. The true power of this mantra is not the words themselves. It is the space between the words. To notice them and to feel oneself grounded to the earth below (to feel the gravity Kor induces) temporarily brings peace to one's spirit.

Myth:

The General

There were no old men there. No hermits or grandparents or other fonts of wisdom. A camp for soldiers was no place for those that could not stand and fight. The men here were young, eager, energetic, and their nerves could not stop firing in their cores. Battle could come at any time. The sound of gunfire and clashing steel was as much at home here in drills as it was amongst its partnered screams of pain on the battlefield.

But that encampment was overseen by a general thought to not be fully of this world. He was human, but he did not behave like a young soldier. Rounds flew around him and dirt kicked into his eye, but he stood unflinching, hands clasped behind his back. He never showed his fear. But he was not a stone; he smiled, he sympathised, and spoke to the hearts of his subordinates. And his stability allowed him to pursue tactics that countered the most certain of defeats.

When his officers asked in candid moments how this general stood unshakable, he planted both boots solid on the ground and closed his eyes, as if listening.

"Do you ever notice," the general responded to them, "just how deep the earth is? Do you ever feel yourself pressed against it, drinking away the tightness in your chest? At any time, we could fall, and we can be certain the ground is beneath us. We can never fall further."

The general refused to give any less cryptic an answer, claiming he did not have the skill with words to do so. All the same, his behaviour gave off an air of invincibility which granted a morale unmatched amongst his cohort.

But he did die. One battle's morning, an arquebus ball pierced his heart and broke through the back of his ribs on the way out. He fell upon the ground directly on his back. He closed his eyes where he lay and smiled, listening. His soul left his body in such peace that his psychopomp stood waiting a while, thinking he was just asleep. Hearing of this manner of death, his soldiers knew their leader had remained unshaken to the end. They went on to win the battle.

This general, though his name is lost to history, was not the first to hear the Earth Mantra. He was merely the first to let the world know.

Base Form: Kor's base form depends heavily on her surrounding environment, but her abode being what it is leaves little else in options for her except the form she assumes at the underside of the world. Kor takes the form of a titanic metal-and-carbon naked human shape with no hair, a tall head, a torso of no remarkable shape, two emaciated legs fused together below her and six long arms sprouting from her shoulders. These arms stretch up and gently hold the underside aloft by the extremities where hands would normally be. She has instead of hands writhing swarms of eyeless segmented metallic serpents that merge onto the underside's earth like inverted mountains of glinting insects at the end of each arm. These snakes repair holes in the underside with whatever material is available.

Kor's face does not express any strain at this ceaseless duty. Her dull grey eyes slowly blink observing the quiet universe around her, betraying none of her capacity for alertness should a new being come to visit.

True Form: To see Kor's true form is to see one's exact opposite reflected before them within an environment exactly opposite to the one they stand in. A ruthless tyrant in charge of a cowed and clean kingdom would see a peaceful yet deprived beggar happy to sit in a world of chaos and destruction. Conversely, a hero on a battlefield would see a villainous demon passively standing in a peaceful garden.

The experience can be confronting, but whatever stirring in one's mind to make sense of the sight is buffered by a universal feeling of intimate peace, like pressing one's forehead against the forehead of a loving partner in a quiet place. It brings an awareness of the rivers of cause and effect flowing all around, and yet one is safe and calm in the moment, free from all anxiety.

When she is in her true form, Kor is the only one who sees only herself where she already is.

Musical Theme: KISNOU - Tale of a man who whispered to flowers

[Eviledd1984]

Memoriae Part 2: Electric Bogaloo

Name: Memoriae

// The Keeper Of Knowledge // The Teacher //

“Knowledge Comes With A Steep Price.”

Domain: Knowledge - Memoriae has the ability to manipulate any kind of knowledge, whether it be written or in the mind of other beings. Giving or taking any kind of knowledge or skills from any humans or fauna. Letting anyone that Memoriae deems worthy gifting them with hidden knowledge, however this kind of knowledge greatly affects that person’s sanity. This kind of knowledge greatly heightens a person’s perception and gives them a heightened sixth sense.

Memoriae perceives humans as children that need guidance, giving them the necessary skills so that they could survive. For example giving them the knowledge of how to make fires or building weapons for hunting. Using his powers to help guide humanity to evolving to the next step. He finds any kind of knowledge to be sacred. Keeping whatever is in a book or someone’s mind into a large book. At first planting the seeds of learning a skill, and letting the humans learn on their own.

Myth: In the middle of a forest, at the time when the witching hour occurs a group of people are gathering around an altar. The group consisted of six people gathering around in a circle, there was one figure standing in the middle of the altar, on top of the altar was a piece of parchment scrolled out. The writing of the parchment was written in blood, there were images of ancient runes and occult symbols. The figure near the altar was wearing some certain ceremonial robes and a strange mask made out of a goat’s severed head. He made some sort of strange motion with his hands. The figures around him were chanting a long forgotten dead language, the sky above them darkening with lightning starting to strike the trees around them.

Their voice became louder sounding almost ethereal, soon there was a strong wind blowing against the robes of the figures. The wind was howling and finally dissipated after about half an hour of chanting. All of the figures started to remove their hoods. The figure’s eyes were empty with many tattoo’s of occult symbols all over their bodies. The trees in the forest rustled before finally parting, a tall figure came out of the shadows of the trees. The figure was dressed in gold robes, the figure moving towards the altar and looking over the parchment. “You hooman’s have done every task that i have assigned you, i do believe you are all ready to transient.”

The figure picked up the parchment, the parchment soon crumbled into dust in his hands. He pulled out a sword from his robes, starting to wave it around with a small portal opening up in the sky. The cultists' faces were starting to fail around on the ground, however they were not in pain and in fact were in ecstasy. Their faces become concave with a couple of short tentacles coming out of the hole in their face. The cultists were changed from human into something more eldritch, their minds would be expanded to comprehend where they would be going. The entity soon opened another portal leading his followers to a gothic building. Similarly to a church however this was not a place of worship but a place of knowledge.

Base Form: He disguises himself as a frail old man, his hair bald in the middle of his head with wispy puffs of hair on the side of his head. In his disguise he has a very bird-like face with a long nose, sharp chin and sunken cheeks. He has bright blue eyes with big bushy eyebrows. His body type is skinny and almost malnourished. He has a long white beard that reaches towards his chest.

Wearing a long dark blue robe with purple lining along the sides of the robes. Wearing on his feet some dark brown sandals.

True Form: A tall creature with pale skin, With elongated arms and hands and with three fingers with sharp claws. Long legs as well with hooves for feet. Wearing long yellow robes that hides most of his body, A big white mask to hide his face from others. Wearing finally a yellow crown over his head with a red jewel in the middle and strange markings all over it.

Musical Theme: youtube.com/watch?v=UT2AAfBPtoQ

[Goldeagle1221]

DONE

Beyre

Domain: Luck

Luck can either be good luck or bad luck. What defines luck is a turn of events unexpected or up to chance, whether this turn of events is contextually good to the perceiver or experiencer determines if it is good luck or bad luck.

Some examples of good luck:
Finding loose currency, ripe for the taking.
An enemy’s arrow serendipitously missing you.
Stumbling onto the answer of a question
Winning a chance game or bet
Being in the right place at the right time

Some examples of bad luck:
Losing something important to you
Tripping, falling, dropping, or accidentally ruining something
Contracting a low chance disease or getting smote by an enemy’s attack that should have missed
Losing a chance game or bet
Being in the wrong place at the wrong time

As you can see, luck never creates the circumstance or context, but rather hands out unexpected turns -- finding money on your stroll, getting unexpectedly hit on the battlefield, stumbling on a loose rock. Usually Lady Luck has to use what is on scene to create this chance of luck (the arrow, the money, the disease, something to trip on), but in more extreme cases, Lady Luck would have to first present the item to the scene herself, but creating that item does not fall under luck -- unless it directly affects luck.

Base Form:

Beyre is a young god, and while god’s are immune to the effects of aging, Beyre feels young and as such, presents herself as a young woman in her prime. She’s rather slim and would otherwise be unassuming if not for her complexion being split down the middle with her left half fair, rosy, and bejeweled with her green left eye while her right half is a strange orange tint stamped with her equally orange right eye.

Being a terrible but otherwise constant liar, it helps that her complexion is always at a battle with itself, each half conquering the other as her moods change and so does the luck in the air. She’s a moody one, and her fickle mood explains the ever changing shift in luck.

True Form:

Beyre’s true form is monsterous like her mother, but in a different way. It’s a haze of possibilities standing before you, each one different and chaotically overlapping the one next to it. A rush of images, chances, all personified by some ghastly figure too difficult and maybe impossible to look directly at.

Myth:

Long ago... or was it?

Dust sanded the air and it was a miracle that more people weren’t choking on it as they screamed and cheered. The wheels of the Red City’s most famous charioteers were still hot with friction as the crowd stampeded the track. Marcu, the most popular racer of this age (or was he?) was already beginning to be pulled from his winning chariot and hoisted onto the shoulders of his beloved fans.

Cheers roared while his opponent, an equally respected charioteer by the name of Remundu, tried to respectfully hide his sulking. His own fans couldn’t blame him for sulking or even being sour; it was an unusual race that Remundu nearly won, if not for a seemingly good trace of luck for Marcu -- or was it just bad luck for Remundu?.

The winner was already being planted on his feet while his crowd barraged him with questions.

“You were neck and neck! What happened?” A loud man roared, unsure of the race he just saw.

Marcu scoffed, waving the question away as if it was a fly. “We weren’t neck and neck, I was just waiting for my moment to cut him off.”

“I thought I saw his wheel shake?” Another voice cut in.

“Yeah!” A young girl agreed. “I saw his wheel rod start to snap, he had to pull back before it was torn off.”

“Psh!” Marcu shook his head and started back to his chariot, the crowd following him eagerly. “He should have taken better care of his chariot then, no?”

“I’m pretty sure his wheel hit a rock and it jostled the frame,” a clear fan of Remundu reminded.

“Skill then!” Marcu growled as he walked. “He should have moved aside.”

A red haired woman with green eyes took her turn. “A case of luck, imagine if the stone was in your path.. You two were neck and neck, not you or him had a place to go!”

Marcu shook his head. “It was hardly luck; anyone with any skill would be able to avoid-” Marcu suddenly stubbed his toe on a stone and came falling forward. A large man tried to catch him but bumped into two others attempting to aid their clumsy hero.

CRACK!

The sound of a skull bouncing off of solid wood rebounded, Marcu’s head jostling off the edge of his chariot’s wheel. A spattering of crimson leaked out of his mouth and he jerked and spasmed on the ground. Another roar sounded, this one of fear and cries for help.

Either way, don’t be too proud, don’t be too confident, don’t feed your ego and give a little thanks to Lady Luck, preferably before a big game. Seriously, just throw a little coin in the bowl under the altar, it can save you from her fickle moods... Maybe not little.

Oh who knows...

[Lauder]

Character Sheet

Domain:
Pain.

Pain, emotional and physical are all indicative of what it truly means to be alive in the world whether or not one is cognitive of feeling such emotional rife. It is pain that drives others to push forwards, morphing boys into men and morphing men into true champions for becoming powerful brings with it more pain. Such is the grim duty of Ketmera, acting as a reminder of danger and grief so that all can become stronger than what they once were. Around her, mortals can be filled with the pain of loss or overcome with far more physical pain and it is such things that she controls, even if it affects her as well.

Myth:
A young man stood over a funeral pyre, looking down upon the body of a great warrior who had died to old age not too long ago. The young man, the son, had an impassive look as he gazed upon the old form that was in front of him. He had not known his father much, not until he was old enough to take up arms and join his father on the fields of battle, but such times were long ago. There was still no sadness, just a feeling of knowing that they had lost a great warrior who would have know doubt fought valiantly longer had he had the opportunity to. The young man’s features did not change as he raised an arm that carried a torch, yet even as he knew that he had light the pure he could not bring himself to.

An arm came upon the back of his shoulder, causing him to spin around in surprise as nothing had made a sound. His eyes set upon that of an old lady, looking upon the body of the old warrior. He relaxed, knowing she posed no threat as he turned back to face his father in silence.

“An old friend?” The young man asked.

“In a way,” the old woman stated, solemnly as her eyes turned to the young man, “But he is not why I have come.”

“If you wish to speak to me then you can wait until after his body has been burned,” the young man responded, his voice cutting back with a bit of harshness he did not mean to.

“And yet you have not, young one,” the old woman said in a disinterested voice, “You have not moved on from your father’s death and that is why you have yet to free his soul from the mortal coils properly.”

Silence came onto the young man for a moment before nodding, “I suppose one could say that.”

“And how do you feel about your father’s death?” She asked.

“He was a fine warrior, it was a shame for his loss,” the young man answered.

“You say such things, but I can sense deep down you hold a great grief. Your father was a good man and, while he was not always around for you, you know that he cared deeply for you. You are pained by his loss,” the old woman explained, turning to the young man fully.

“You do not know how I feel,” the younger sneered, causing the old woman to cock an eyebrow.

“Why do you refuse to come to terms with the death of your father? Are you afraid to move on? Did you hold a longing for further time? Perhaps you-“ the old woman stopped, interrupted as the younger lashed out.

“He can’t leave us yet! Not when I have yet to have him meet his grandchildren, not when he has yet to say goodbye!” The young warrior barked, staring down at the woman with a face showing a great anger, yet, his eyes showed sadness. Then, a flash came through the great feeling of his breath coming to shake as he fell to his knees with tears from his eyes. He let out a wail of pain, unable to control himself anymore as grief overtook him.

The old woman, meanwhile, stepped forwards and gingerly wrapped her arms around the young man, running a hand upon the back of his head as she cooed, “Yes, we all long to finish things that have yet been finished or start upon tasks that we ought have. Yet, you know, that your father would have loved your child and that, even though you cannot hear him say goodbye, this is your chance to make peace.”

The young man’s shaken breath slowed as he wept, knowing that the old woman spoke true to what he needed to do. “But- what if my grief refuses to leave me?” He asked.

“It never will, but all you can do is grow from it. Know that so long as that grief is within you, you care for your father and know that it means you are alive,” the old woman stated in a soothing tone, “Now, do what you need to do.”

The young man rose from his knees, not looking upon the old woman but instead to the fallen. He rose up his hand with the torch and gazed into the closed eyes of his face before he uttered a few words, “Father, I will forever miss you. Let this be goodbye.” With a single swift motion, he threw the torch upon the base of the pyre and watched as the body began to burn away until there was nothing left. The grief had not gone but it had lightened, he turned to thank the old woman for being with him and instead saw that she had vanished despite knowing that she was with him the entire time. A look of confusion came upon his face before he looked to the distant hills and upon the crest of one, he saw the form of an old woman gazing with glowing eyes a white. While he could not see her features, the young man knew she was smiling.

Base Form:
Typically, the base form of an old woman dressed in ragged and black robes, her face is indistinguishable from underneath the hood and yet long strands of silvered hair flow from both sides of the hood. Every facet of her old and hunched over body is covered, but occasionally some may see a pair of glowing silvered eyes emerge from within.

True Form:
See image at top of sheet.

Musical Theme:

[Dark Cloud]

@Commodore So...My life took a turn and I had to be off for the last 10 days. Just thought I should tell you, also can I post?

@Dark Cloud

So nobody answered my question...

[Dark Cloud]

@AdorableSaucer So some imput would have been nice a month ago because I feel like I was ignored or forgotten about, nobody even tried helping me.

[AdorableSaucer]

@Dark CloudHey, Cloud.

Yeah, sorry about that. It's not always easy to pay attention to the old methods of communicating when everyone else is already on Discord. It's been a busy month for pretty much everyone in the GM team, and unfortunately that sometimes means some things are forgotten in the rush. Very sorry about that. Still, your last PM to me personally was three months ago and your last message on this board was two months ago. Since you didn't ping us more in that timespan, we assume that, since you said your life had taken a turn, you had lost interest. We should have answered your question and there's no excusing that. However, as I've said, things tend to pass over our heads sometimes and we need our reminders.

If you're still interested in the RP, your sheet was accepted way back, so you are free to post whenever, as you have always been since it got accepted. We know you don't use Discord, but it'd be way easier to contact us there in the future.

[Dark Cloud]

@AdorableSaucer Oh thanks, sorry for not communicating better. My life greatly improved recently and I came back, but I wish I could tell you I could use Discord however I can't because my device doesn't support it. It would help greatly if someone could copy/paste my sheet into the CS section and if you or anyone else could PM me and get me up to speed.