Name/Titles:
Phoebeus; "The Intrepid One"; "The Phantom of Attrition";
Gender:
Female
Patronage:
Phobos, Deimos, and Paranoia: Whether the inconceivable terror that seizes a centurion before charging into death's embrace or the feeling of uncertainty one has before combatting unrequited love. That bitter suffocation that consumes one when control has been relinquished to another or the doubt that dwells within the mind of a God when their powers begin to fail them. The fear that a father accompanies to bed of his son plunging a dagger into his throat or the emptiness a mother experiences when a company of men have returned from war but her child is not among their numbers. The frenzied, terrified, unsettled agents of life are but a few of her proxies; her true visage is never more looked upon then when one closes his eyes and looks to the darkness within.
Parentage:
Etched into existence just afore the painting of twilight by the primordial Gods; Phoebeus was thought to be the last remnants of some eternal darkness collected and propagated by Ventu to destroy his son's creations. It was nameless and without figure, ineffable in operation; though coursed countless being's bodies seamlessly with their ichor. There was even a time when she affected the body of Aroesus; conjured from an eternal darkness by Ventu and gifted to Baefus, The Lord Observer of Fate who in turn bestowed her to Mysia whom had courted him for this purpose. Implanted unknowingly into the God King's body in one of his drunken bouts of carnality; and though it had never been particularly partial to stirring one's demons before, the turmoil and moral strife tormenting the God King was burning in its youth; his unbridled hubris shaded a festering shame from the misdeeds he had grown accustomed to committing; it was too tempting a fate to not tease. And so, every time an act was committed in favor of moral degradation, a sense of enormous shame would lie in company; nightmares would feed into insomnia and he found himself beset with remorse, an emotion that had never found dwelling within him. His wife's subterfuge didn't become known until the darkness within him began evoking emotions of doubt and paranoia; namely the inception of a notion that saw his son deposing him, a notion of which his wife would spitefully whisper in his ear while he slept soundly after pillaging his mistresses. Though vain, the God King was no fool; into his gut did he plunge a searing dagger and through strength alone did he cast out the fear that had ailed him; crafted this fear a vessel of flesh and nectar and condemned it to a life of servitude.
Pantheon/Affiliation:
Deity
Centres of Worship/Places of Power:
The Temple of Levius: Localized in a plane of the mortal realm, ensconced by centuries of myths and a jungle region riddled with enough manor of fanged and clawed death to render the land inhospitable to the locals around it. The temple exists as the only construction in honor of the Intrepid One, the only source of reverence for her influence in all of the mortal realm. It's construction owes itself to a nomadic tribe who's dusty bones provides the putrid musk that permeates the area and who's blood-curdling wails carry through the stoned walls and shambled jungle canopy to the ears of those unfortunate souls close enough to hear it. In her infancy, Phoebeus had taken to becoming a dilettante of mortal kind; appearing to a nomadic horde whom had terrorized, pillaged, and raped to secure sovereignty and whispered penance into their ears. She found that only the women were receptive of her visions and so within them did she contrive the strongest pangs of remorse and fear. Driven to the precipice of insanity by the ushering of guilt, these women, in collection, unsheathed their tribesmen's steel and slaughtered them in their sleep as they could not be reclaimed. With the fortunes and influence their husbands had amassed and the false promises of apotheosis, the dowagers dedicated themselves to the construction of a monument in Phoebeus' honor: Levius. The center of this temple houses a pit of unimaginable depth and those brave enough to leap into the aperture, without fear of death or loss, are thought to become the Phantom's servants.
Beyond Levius, one will find that the great fears of life exist as ubiquitous conduits through which she is empowered and embellished; a youth that predicates itself on the fears of this world; a primrose that blooms only in the darkness afforded to it. And the mortal coil is a treasure trove of fear and paranoia.
Beyond Levius, one will find that the great fears of life exist as ubiquitous conduits through which she is empowered and embellished; a youth that predicates itself on the fears of this world; a primrose that blooms only in the darkness afforded to it. And the mortal coil is a treasure trove of fear and paranoia.
Servants, Prominent Followers and Worship Base:
Ferals: Faceless creatures imbued with savagery and the unreserved fury of those who have been betrayed. Beings who had rejected the denizenship of the lofty heavens for a final chance at vindicating the betrayal that would have ultimately lead to their demise. They appear on the mortal realm as homunculi of blackened flesh and twisted copper and are reserved a period of one passing moon to justify their indignations; should they succeed they and their vanquished return to the underworld as ushers though in their failure they become Phoebeus' indentured agents of fear and paranoia.
Audale, the Lesser Echo and Lucient: Brothers of inconceivable misery who exist as Phoebeus' highest esteemed subordinates. In the time of the primal pantheon, Audale and Lucient were men seeking apotheosis through servitude of Baefus, the Patriarch of Fate and Consequence. Such was promised to them, should they travel to opposite ends of the land and for half a century proclaim his countenance unto prophets, kings, and laymen; he advised them that through persistence and unshakeable resilience they would fell adversity where it appeared and successfully bolster his influence, even gain privilege and favor from those they preached to. And indeed they did, eventually their religious zeal took the hearts of those that had initially rejected them; the kings aggrandized Baefus' influence through his agents and declared them true prophets of the Patriarch of Fate. The assimilation into their respective cultures and the adoption of their languages birthed Baefus two different recognitions; two identical yet separate appellations of his grace. With time and progress these kingdoms grew in dominion and influence, grew until they were breathing into each other's faces; having grown into jingoistic provinces the tide of wars that preceded were purposely inevitable. Both Audale and Lucient propagated sentiments of peace but these fell on defiantly deaf ears and unleashed was a period of unreserved havoc. On the precipice of peril, Audale attempted to gather his family and flee but was haplessly slaughtered as the last stones of his kingdom fell charred and broken. Because he had cried out in protest of the war, Lucient was charged as a false prophet and was subjected to the viewing of his wife and children being raped and tortured. He was then locked away in a dungeon where within lie a plate of his family's remains and a dagger; the latter of which was eventually used to end his life.
After becoming ferals and failing to slay the Patriarch of Fate, they now serve as Phoebeus' agents of fear and paranoia in the dreamland. Donning alabaster, featureless masks they assume the figure of one's most profound fear and ails them even in their respite.
Audale, the Lesser Echo and Lucient: Brothers of inconceivable misery who exist as Phoebeus' highest esteemed subordinates. In the time of the primal pantheon, Audale and Lucient were men seeking apotheosis through servitude of Baefus, the Patriarch of Fate and Consequence. Such was promised to them, should they travel to opposite ends of the land and for half a century proclaim his countenance unto prophets, kings, and laymen; he advised them that through persistence and unshakeable resilience they would fell adversity where it appeared and successfully bolster his influence, even gain privilege and favor from those they preached to. And indeed they did, eventually their religious zeal took the hearts of those that had initially rejected them; the kings aggrandized Baefus' influence through his agents and declared them true prophets of the Patriarch of Fate. The assimilation into their respective cultures and the adoption of their languages birthed Baefus two different recognitions; two identical yet separate appellations of his grace. With time and progress these kingdoms grew in dominion and influence, grew until they were breathing into each other's faces; having grown into jingoistic provinces the tide of wars that preceded were purposely inevitable. Both Audale and Lucient propagated sentiments of peace but these fell on defiantly deaf ears and unleashed was a period of unreserved havoc. On the precipice of peril, Audale attempted to gather his family and flee but was haplessly slaughtered as the last stones of his kingdom fell charred and broken. Because he had cried out in protest of the war, Lucient was charged as a false prophet and was subjected to the viewing of his wife and children being raped and tortured. He was then locked away in a dungeon where within lie a plate of his family's remains and a dagger; the latter of which was eventually used to end his life.
After becoming ferals and failing to slay the Patriarch of Fate, they now serve as Phoebeus' agents of fear and paranoia in the dreamland. Donning alabaster, featureless masks they assume the figure of one's most profound fear and ails them even in their respite.
Psychology:
Phoebeus is purposely translucent; she is not a being of mischief or false intentions. From her dealings with mortals and other gods she has observed that her influence is the purest belier, in the face of fear few have the mind to forge fallacies. Despite the nature of her influence, she is an advocate of order and rule, and why not? How potent is the illusory sense of content and security found within the structure of hierarchy; it made operating on one's fears extremely satisfying if only because of the irony. In Aroseus' service she was particularly stalwart in her duties and committed the God King's promptings without hesitation, that's not to say she agreed with his motivations or that she was without gestation of malcontent; but she respected rule and would sever her tongue before speaking out against him. Most gods receive her with whispered aspersions and subdued hostility, in some cases her reception has been one of intrigue and very rarely would another god regard her with favor. After the God King's untimely demise she has found herself in the precarious position of upholding the late Aroseus' mantle; not out of any loyalty or obligation to the God King moreover the recognition that of all the beings to exist, it is the gods who require the greatest sense of order and divide. In spite of those who openly mock her, she remains stoic and unperturbed. After all, there is advantage in courting the intimate demons of your enemies.
History
Before the banding of the first pantheon, existed an unstirred darkness beyond the Malezabus; a mechanism Ventu created as a safeguard to purge a being entirely of any power they possessed. As his kinship grew in count, the creations they introduced to the realms birthed the first instance of chaos; a darkness equally as devastating as fear. Reluctant to leave his powers unattended he collected this into an Ouroboros-vessel, crafted by the Smithy God, and charged Baefus with the station of its keep.
Relationships:
To be decided.
I am stretched incredibly thin at the moment but I wanted to throw her into the mix before I took off. I sketched out a very rough basis for you to go off of but I'll be changing some things around and filling out the rest of her when I get back to my desk.
