[CHAR] Rise of the Unchained

[KoL]

Who Are You?

I Am the God Of: The God of Magic, Mankind and Pride

My Powers Include, but Are Not Limited To: Control over all sorts of magics, able to shape reality at will (unless there's an opposing god interfering with my powers), after stealing a shard of my father's power.

My Name Is: Xerval, the Betrayer

The People Who Devote Themselves To Me Are Called: Before their betrayal they were just humble mortals who were bestowed by me with the gift of magic, stolen from their Heavenly Father, but now they call themselves the Mage Lords.

I was the Creator's: His biggest mistake, the son who betrayed his father and sought to usurp the heavens for his own.

I Gain My Strength From: After stealing the shard my power became a as infinite as that of my father, though I can still benefit from my previous source of power the ever increasing hubris of mankind.

I am King/Queen/Master of the Realm of: The betraying Mage Lords had usurped even my own realm, the ancient city of Kirós, the capital of the greatest empire of humanity's history, thought now that I'm free I shall once more reclaim what's mine.

My Realm is a Place of: Kirós though long lost to the ravages of time now, was at it's peak a jewel standing amidst the great arid plains of Usafar, in a valley formed by the confluence of two rivers that long since dried. Now only its highest ziggurats stand tall against the waves o rolling sand.

To Mortals, My Face Is:

To My Kin, My Face Is:

I Carry These Relics, That Cement My Power:

The flask which contains the shard of essence stolen from the Heavenly Father.

I Have Emerged at: In a plain area, near the desert of Usafar. In the current names of things, arrived at The Desolation of Saduga, close to Caburh.

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"And thus the betrayer became the betrayed..."
-The final line of the Mage Lords creed, regarding Xerval's fate.

[Succulent]

Mysli

I Am the Goddess Of: Memories

My Powers Include, but Are Not Limited To: Telekinesis, Mnemokinesis (can modify memories or "lose" them in someone's mind, leading to different levels of amnesia; however, she can only use this to a certain extent since it sucks up a lot of her energy), Memory Vessel (store memories in tangible objects), greater memory capacity

My Name Is: Mysli (my-slee)

The People Who Devote Themselves To Me Are Called: Mnemoians

I was the Creator's: personified memories. Then I became my own individual.

I Gain My Strength From: reading the memories of others; the stronger or more intimate of a memory, the more strength I get.

I am Queen of the Realm of: a "place" I have named Cervello.

My Realm is a Place of: constant reflections of memories; it slowly morphs into whatever memory location either myself or one of my followers is thinking of. If someone is thinking of a castle, the realm becomes a castle. If another thinks of a swamp, the castle will fade away to cattails and dirty water. If at any time I am unsatisfied with a reflection, I override the memory and turn my realm into a place above the clouds. That simply means that the floors seem to be clouds and the view of a clear blue sky goes on and on. Little holes in the floor reveal the mortal world below.

To Mortals, My Face Is: a shimmer, hard to see or grasp just like a memory. If one is to focus hard enough, they'll be able to see an almost solid version of my face. I may be on the shorter side, but I am still a mighty goddess. I prefer to wear pastel colors, since they're light and airy like a dream or memory. I like my clothing to be loose and flowing.

To My Kin, My Face Is: a solidified version of what mortals see. Other gods don't have to work to see my face. There are no other changes besides that.

I Carry These Relics, That Cement My Power: a necklace with a light purple orb attached to it. Inside the orb there appears to be small, swirling winds, which are actually past memories I stored in there. Memories I want to not think about, but not completely lose (like when I was locked in a chamber by mortals).

I Have Emerged at: The Great City of Lloesy

[SuperTacticalDerp]

The God of War: Vas, the Bastard

I Am the God Of War.

My Powers Include, but Are Not Limited To:
- Incredible Feats of Inhuman Strength: Men are only equaled to children in battle against I.
- Mortal Manipulation: Thought often confused with charisma, this God of War just knows that perfect sweet spot for dealing with mortals.
- Construct Summoning: Blades, shields, and even allies can be summoned from my realm in a orange ethereal form. A summoned weapon hits the same as it's mortal equivalent, or harder.

My Name Is: Vas, The Bastard

The People Who Devote Themselves To Me Are Called: The War-Worthy!

Often stolen from Krypton's boney clutches, (a good brother who never seems to mind,) these are the lost spirits of wars old. I have given them new purpose as My War-Worthy and summon them from my realm to do battle. I would never call on living mortals for worship. War should never be worshipped, for it is already been seeded in every heart.

I was the Creator's shame: I have always been a lackluster God of War to The Creator, for I feel no hate towards the general populace of Voswurn. Mainly, I would rather seek wars worth of glory and rememberence through the rest of time then the meaningless battles The Creator intended. War is an art worth saving until it can be rote in true glory! Petty little wars give me no joy. Quality over quantity, the mortals say. For this, The Creator had always has seen me as one of his greatest disappointments. But I honestly do not care. At least I'm not like somebody else...

I Gain My Strength From: The thrill of battle. War is my purpose, so anything from a drunken tavern brawl to a clash of nations invigorates him. The bigger, the better.

I am Master of the Realm of: The Infinity Siege!

My Realm is a Place of: War and glory! The Infinity Siege is the resting place and proving grounds of My War-Worthy. A floating continent above a sea of raging clouds mostly made up of war-torn palaces and bloodied battlefields. Every winter and summer solstice, The Infinity Siege resets itself so that the fighting truly everlasting. On the off seasons I will summon grand mead halls for My War-Worthy and celebrate the good times and reminisce on wars past.

To Mortals and My Kin, My Face Is:



I Carry These Relics, That Cement My Power: The Scarlet Helm of The Bastard!

When war and I born into existence by The Creator, a helm was forged at the first battlefield amongst the first fallen. This helm holds my very essence, a capsule in which I can physically manipulate the tides of war, if need be. When I am in The infinity Siege, the helm is dormant and unbreakable by any mortal power. Only godly powers can even crack it, but a Mage Lord possibly could. If broken, I would be left stranded and unable to leave the mortal plane back to The Infinity Siege. Being slain is a major possiblity.

I Have Emerged at: Cafeld Castle, in a storage room along with dozens of priceless artifacts. One of the Mage Lords must of looted his helm after his imprisonment. Bad idea indeed...

[ArenaSnow]

I am, for all intents and purposes, Death.

My powers include a complete control of the dead; no necromancer can match the immortal who is in charge of them. They also include having the last word - someone who pisses me off dies? Oh good, I have a special dungeon in hell for fine tuned. While they have a live view of the fun things i am making the corpse do. I am not the strongest of the gods, by any means, but I do have patience, cunning, and centuries of buried dead at my disposal...

I am known to all as Krypton.

Those who follow me are generally necromancers, those who I had given the ability to summon the dead to the

I was the Creator's afterthought, made only for his purpose.

My powers grow from “Reaping”; the stronger the soul, the greater the gain.

I am Warden of the “Afterlife Chamber”, where the fate of the dead is decided, and ultimately a special form of hell to those who I particularly dislike.

My Realm is a sort of dungeon; depending on what I think of said person, it looks either more comfortable or more like Hell itself. Of course, there’s a place for that too. My own hell is basically hell… just fine tuned to the ones that pissed me off.

To Mortals I am but a dark-tinted skeleton with an old, almost moldy cloak. Old bones they are, but strong nonetheless.

To my Kin, I am similar to above, but with my energies visible and the souls of those I have claimed visible within the confines of my form. I can reveal it to humans if I wish, though… they end up becoming mad as a result.

I wield a staff which looks about as old as me; almost looking like it could break. It is stuffed with souls that it has taken, usually the ones that I gave a… special afterlife. While my body has souls coming in and out, this staff has the long-timers.

I have returned in the northern recesses of the Abbey of Broken Worlds, from where a new storm shall sweep…

[hivekiller]

I am the God Of The Fire and Water.

My powers include, but are not limited to control the element of water and fire and the ability to create sea/flame monsters as I pleased as long as I have enough strength. I have other powers too but the three mentioned above are my core.

My Name Is Ryujin, the Cunning God.

The people who devote themselves to me are called The Devil of The Sea. Pfft... What a silly name those mortals gave me.

I was the Creator's proud son but he was never my proud father.

I gain my strength whenever I am near a water/fire source! My strength is at the top peak whenever I cast spells near a sea or a burning jungles, but mortals...Please do not underestimate me although there is only a puddle of rainwater or a lighting candle in front of me as that was just enough to kill you.

I am The King of the Palace of the Burning Sea. The palace that existed at the very bottom and the deepest place in the sea. The Burning Sea is literally a place where the sea water is hot enough to burn everything, even the hardest and the most incompressible material on the mortal realm can find. The temperature is high enough to kill any mortals that tries to get near the palace. A place where you mortals do not wish to get yourselves into.

I have only one form as I will look the same in front of my kin or the mortals.

One and only form

I carry these relics, That cement my power: The Helmet of The Sea King.

Hider

I Have Emerged at: The Sea of Pristaee and The Shallow Sea.

[Agamous Devout]

I Am the God Of: Emptiness - Darkness - Dark Matter - Mystery - Void

My Powers Include, but Are Not Limited To:
Banishing Light from an Area
Creating Children (shadow demons), Objects and Tentacles of solid shadow-stuff
Seeing despite darkness or illusion

My Name Is: Cithra

The People Who Devote Themselves To Me Are Called: Nocturnals, Children of Midnight, Nightkind

I was the Creator's: Absence

I Gain My Strength From: Basking in darkness and shadow.

I am Sovereign of the Realm of: The Abyss

My Realm is a Place of: Darkness and Chaos. This pitch black limbo is actually a cold, lightless tear in the fabric of the realms. It is a puzzling, surreal landscape constructed of Dark Matter that defies all laws of physics and spatial geometry as they are known outside. The Abyss is full of unexpected arenas of strange dynamics. Nor doess time flow precisely the same at any two points within it. Up may become down, or gravity become almost nonexistent at various points. It is filled with my children (Demons of Shadow and Darkness).

To Mortals, My Face Is:

Hider

To My Kin, My Face Is:

Hider

I Carry These Relics, That Cement My Power:A pendant with what looks almost like an onyx stone. It is actually a piece of Dark Matter. It is as soft as velvet, naturally cold, and so dark and devoid of light that it almost looks offensive to mortal eyes.

I Have Emerged at: The center of The Forest of Shadows, where the dense trees keep the light at bay.

[Zoghor]

Who Are You?

I Am the God Of: Life

My Powers Include, but Are Not Limited To:

• The ability to return souls to their deceased or corrupted forms, and restore them.
• The ability to repair damaged or corrupted wildlife and flora.
• The ability to create new life.
• Can cure all diseases, and imbue mortals with immortality.
• Can imbue mortals with a minor form of his powers, though this takes much of his strength to perform.
• Can call down Angels from the Hallowed Realm, who are all immortal warriors that can only be felled by magical means. Each of them carries my power to a minor degree. However, to call them into action is to bring them back into a world of pain, misery and loss - something the God of Life is only likely to do if pushed into a corner. If an Angel dies, its soul ceases to exist, effectively killing them outright and forever.

My Name Is: Vitan

The People Who Devote Themselves To Me Are Called: Paladins of Vitan.

I was the Creator's: First Son.

I Gain My Strength From: Tuning into the life forces of my surrounds. The more living things in the area, the greater my strength.

I am King/Queen/Master of the Realm of: The Hallowed Realm

My Realm is a Place of: Ecstasy, peace, light and beauty. Suspended upon a bed of clouds, my realm is inhabited by those mortals who wished to transcend the pains of their existence. However, only those who work to better their kin at their own expense, who make heroic and selfless sacrifice, who make the right decisions, rather than the best, can gain access. The inhabitants are able to conjure interpretations of their own desired paradises, and live in bliss for all eternity.

To Mortals, My Face Is: An old Caucasian male, draped in white robes with gold trim. His eyes carry a golden glow, and his white hair shines with an aura of light.

To My Kin, My Face Is: A giant bulb of shimmering yellow light, suspended six feet above the ground.

I Carry These Relics, That Cement My Power: The Staff of Life, which is nothing more than a gnarled tree branch fashioned into a walking stick. When near living things, including mortals, fauna and flora, it channels surrounding the life force into Vitan, giving him strength. If there is sufficient life around, the staff starts to grow flowers and leaves, indicating that Vitan is at his full strength.

I Have Emerged at: Silverwood Forest, by a small fort maintained by Vitan's dwindling number of faithful.

[Pie Flavor]

Fenxo, The Hidden God

I Am the God Of
Chaos, Corruption and Illusions

My Powers Include, but Are Not Limited To:
Despite my recent awakening, I am strong from my slumber which allowed me to evade the Mage Lords along with the chaos granted by unsealing of the gods which had granted me an already staggering power. Me being able to throw people into illusions that is created into a pocket dimension in their mind, that eventually drives them into insanity without great willpower. During this time while they are enveloped in my illusions, I can convert their entire being into something twisted and evil. My own presence also drags along corruption to the land twisting it while enhancing the powers of all tainted and dark creatures that wander where the corruption spreads, but it can be retracted by my own will. Combining Chaos and Corruption to magic makes it difficult to control but also grants my spells special properties, being able to corrupt anything it touches while breaking down organic, non-organic and magical substances with ease.

My Name Is:
Fenox, the Hidden God

The Mortals Who seen Me Are sometimes Called:
Oracles or Prophets who have the ability to throw themselves into an Illusion, which they can see the possible futures that may become depending on what happens in the present or even into the past of their ancestors by tapping into the darkness. In exchange for this power, they slowly fall into madness, deteriorating their health until they die or become madmen.

I was the Creator's:
Secret problem left hidden and kept in slumber until I was born into the world after the sealing of the gods broke, uncertain of what happening. Awoken by the extreme output of energy suddenly put into Voswurn from the gods being unbanished and put into this dimension.

I Gain My Strength From:
Being able to draining the Sanity and Life Force of all living things, including gods who fall prey to me to gain power.

I am the Ruler and Prisoner of the Realm of my own Insanity:
It is called The Chaos Labyrinth

My Realm is a Place Of
To me it hold no true meaning for me as it is an obscurity even among the most creative gods who can interpret anything. Even to me it is a realm filled with obscurity and strange flashes of strange images while trying to navigate an never ending maze with no exit. There is no definite meaning from either parties of what this realm means as it is a mystery for me to discover.

My True Form, Unstable to from Corruption and Chaos is unable hold another, is visible to all

My True Form

I Carry This Relic, Which Purpose is unknown

My Artifact

I carry the Phantom Orb, a mysterious murky orb which purpose is unknown to me. However, the Orb carries around my essence apparently but it cannot be broken without the person trying to break it falling mad and being turned into a corrupted beast. In its reduced form the orb takes up space within my left eye and it can summon a tendril with a hand or place anything that glances at this eye within a maddening Illusion. In its dormant form, it is covered in an powerful illusion to make it appear like a normal eye.

I Have Emerged At
The Forest of Shadows, where a brief announcement of my presence was revealed to both Gods and Mage Lords bringing confusion to all with the appearance of a new god

[Milowan]

I Am the God Of: Misguided intentions and Ill-begotten secrets.

My Powers Include, but Are Not Limited To: manipulating the minds of mortals into acts of madness and debauchery, and starting uncontrollable
uprisings that can topple kingdoms.

My Name Is: Lethos.

The People Who Devote Themselves To Me Are Called: Lethanites.

I was the Creator's: most clever and easily bored creation.

I Gain My Strength From: Malcontent, envy, hatred and suffering.

I am Master of the Realm of: Teilrein.

My Realm is a Place of: Madness, unrest and absolute FUN!

To Mortals, My Face Is:

To My Kin, My Face Is:

I Carry This Relic, That Cements My Power: A Dagger that turns on, and destroys all bonds of trust and love.

I Have Emerged in: The Arman Forest.

[Celaira]

I Am the Goddess Of: The Soul, and Fate

My Powers Include, but Are Not Limited To:
- I can see the bonds that connect souls to one another.
- I can manipulate the soul, or a portion of it to go down a particular path of fate.
- I can create new paths within moments based on a singular solitary action.
- I can see all that was, is, or will be, in a manner of speaking.

My Name Is: Whyspe, The Weaver

I was the Creator's: I was once his spouse.

I Gain My Strength From: Human Knowledge. As Humans grow, so too do I.

I am King/Queen/Master of the Realm of: My Realm's name is Akisivan

My Realm is a Place of: Akisivan is almost a purely white void. It is empty, and yet somehow full. To my eyes the walls are filled with the various strands and streams of time and choices, that all culminate into me.

To Mortals, My Face Is: My appearance changes from mortal to mortal. To my knowledge I have been seen as a child, a fair maiden, a crone, and even an angel.

To My Kin, My Face Is:

I Carry These Relics, That Cement My Power: With me at all times, I carry a tome as well as a spindle.

I Have Emerged at: The Frostfell Mountains