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Posted again. HeySeuss, what's Ruby's status on the thing I PM'ed you?
"It is about Aroesus." Metanoia began. To all around him, he was an invisible presence, but Sileon was a god like Metanoia was, and they could detect each other's presence at will. Metanoia then took on the form of the general who began his existence, a masked warrior with bandages where he killed himself. The god of guilt kept the usual frown on his face as he manifested, this time simply because there wasn't much Metanoia could guilt Sileon about. Still, he felt that Sileon should have a face tell him the truth, not just some voice in the wind.
"Sileon...your brother is dead." he finished. It had been a while since Sileon had woken up last, and was but a speck to both gods' minds the last time they had spoken, so Metanoia gave him the current truth as to how the god-king had perished, poisoned in both mind and body, soul vanquished where no one could reach him or his paramour. The Lost General gave a mention of that enigmatic twin-deity, Dream, keeping their souls away in the Dreamrealm somewhere, but he could give no more information about that. He told him of how their pantheon's capital city is falling apart at the seams, and lastly, how the faces of the guilty managed to elude even the watchful gaze of Metanoia himself.
"What are you going to do now? It is chaos up there, Sileon." Metanoia crossed his arms and turned towards the coast. He looked at the horizon where the sea met the curve of the planet, and he could see, just on the other side, that the future was more uncertain than ever. Other pantheons had come and gone, but this one was different. This was the pantheon that should have been first when Ventu fell, if it weren't for the chaos that Aroesus and his family had to control.
Now that only two of Aroesus' siblings lived, both uninterested in rule of mortal affairs, what was to become of the world now?
In his thoughts, the god of guilt uttered the same idea again in the last three weeks, almost like a mantra. Whoever killed Aroesus and Lyrikes...they have no idea what they have begun. His frown grew deeper at the notion once more.
They will pay for the suffering they have caused. I'll make sure of it.
"Sileon...your brother is dead." he finished. It had been a while since Sileon had woken up last, and was but a speck to both gods' minds the last time they had spoken, so Metanoia gave him the current truth as to how the god-king had perished, poisoned in both mind and body, soul vanquished where no one could reach him or his paramour. The Lost General gave a mention of that enigmatic twin-deity, Dream, keeping their souls away in the Dreamrealm somewhere, but he could give no more information about that. He told him of how their pantheon's capital city is falling apart at the seams, and lastly, how the faces of the guilty managed to elude even the watchful gaze of Metanoia himself.
"What are you going to do now? It is chaos up there, Sileon." Metanoia crossed his arms and turned towards the coast. He looked at the horizon where the sea met the curve of the planet, and he could see, just on the other side, that the future was more uncertain than ever. Other pantheons had come and gone, but this one was different. This was the pantheon that should have been first when Ventu fell, if it weren't for the chaos that Aroesus and his family had to control.
Now that only two of Aroesus' siblings lived, both uninterested in rule of mortal affairs, what was to become of the world now?
In his thoughts, the god of guilt uttered the same idea again in the last three weeks, almost like a mantra. Whoever killed Aroesus and Lyrikes...they have no idea what they have begun. His frown grew deeper at the notion once more.
They will pay for the suffering they have caused. I'll make sure of it.
I'm still here; just waiting on your post.
There it is again. Someone has spilled blood without cause.
Metanoia twitched as he felt it again, that throbbing in his head whenever someone committed a sin. It was bad enough dealing with the mortals on a regular basis, cluttering the universe with their egoistic cries and selfish ambitions, along with the other, baser gods, who would do little to ease the situation. Their reactions to mortal behavior were quite the contrary than what Metanoia expected: many would do nothing and focus on their own domain. Others would make the situation worse, like Morios and Daeros, those selfish powers promoting their ways. The Holder of Regret had tried reining in the gods' behavior for the benefit of the mortals below, but it seemed as if they would harden their self-assurance of their ways every time he tried to reach them.
Caesilinus was all but lost at this point after the god-kings death; Metanoia's Wanderers were doing everything they could to restore order to the city, but their efforts were proving in vain. It confused Metanoia when these things contrary to his mindset occurred, such as how everyone in the city seemed content to debauch themselves into nothingness, wasted away by their indulgence at the news of Aroesus' death instead of mourning his passing and moving on with their lives. Metanoia had seen pantheons change leadership more peacefully than this, so why hadn't future generations of mortals caught on to the cycle yet? The other cults and churches hardly helped matters, as the other, power-craving divinities let their followers run amok trying to secure their religion's dominance below while the gods fought over the throne above.
The throne itself was conspicuously empty these days, though the other gods never took their eyes off of the throne. Metanoia knew that many of them imagined themselves on that throne, forcing their rivals to kiss their feet and taking what they wished from both gods and men. The God of Guilt, however, would take no part in these petty intrigues, not while lives were still at risk below.
Which brings the invisible god to the current moment. He stood at the mouth of Mount Nynos, waiting for the rise of Sileon, Aroesus' brother. Though the primal god had disturbed Metanoia with his compliance towards his brother's stranger and irrational orders before falling into slumber once more, someone had to inform the deity of the loss of his family. And, being the sentimental god he was, Metanoia had also hoped to spare the islanders' lives from Sileon's waking throes.
He waited, invisible save for the little breeze that seemed to follow him when he didn't take physical form. At the first sign of Sileon's awakening, he would try to stop him from awakening too harshly and protect the people below. It was the only thing he knew how to do in chaotic times like these; after all, he'd been doing this for his whole existence.
Metanoia twitched as he felt it again, that throbbing in his head whenever someone committed a sin. It was bad enough dealing with the mortals on a regular basis, cluttering the universe with their egoistic cries and selfish ambitions, along with the other, baser gods, who would do little to ease the situation. Their reactions to mortal behavior were quite the contrary than what Metanoia expected: many would do nothing and focus on their own domain. Others would make the situation worse, like Morios and Daeros, those selfish powers promoting their ways. The Holder of Regret had tried reining in the gods' behavior for the benefit of the mortals below, but it seemed as if they would harden their self-assurance of their ways every time he tried to reach them.
Caesilinus was all but lost at this point after the god-kings death; Metanoia's Wanderers were doing everything they could to restore order to the city, but their efforts were proving in vain. It confused Metanoia when these things contrary to his mindset occurred, such as how everyone in the city seemed content to debauch themselves into nothingness, wasted away by their indulgence at the news of Aroesus' death instead of mourning his passing and moving on with their lives. Metanoia had seen pantheons change leadership more peacefully than this, so why hadn't future generations of mortals caught on to the cycle yet? The other cults and churches hardly helped matters, as the other, power-craving divinities let their followers run amok trying to secure their religion's dominance below while the gods fought over the throne above.
The throne itself was conspicuously empty these days, though the other gods never took their eyes off of the throne. Metanoia knew that many of them imagined themselves on that throne, forcing their rivals to kiss their feet and taking what they wished from both gods and men. The God of Guilt, however, would take no part in these petty intrigues, not while lives were still at risk below.
Which brings the invisible god to the current moment. He stood at the mouth of Mount Nynos, waiting for the rise of Sileon, Aroesus' brother. Though the primal god had disturbed Metanoia with his compliance towards his brother's stranger and irrational orders before falling into slumber once more, someone had to inform the deity of the loss of his family. And, being the sentimental god he was, Metanoia had also hoped to spare the islanders' lives from Sileon's waking throes.
He waited, invisible save for the little breeze that seemed to follow him when he didn't take physical form. At the first sign of Sileon's awakening, he would try to stop him from awakening too harshly and protect the people below. It was the only thing he knew how to do in chaotic times like these; after all, he'd been doing this for his whole existence.
For: A Single Galaxy
Area: Nation
Standard Imperial Military (Death or Glory) - Theme Music:
Elite Soldiers/Commanding Officers (Who You Should Run From) - Theme Music:
Novemvirate Members- Theme Music:
Base: Mammalian
Name of Race:
Before Reforging- Thysia
After Reforging- Athanatos
Civilization:
Before Reforging- The Celestial Federation
After Reforging- The Imperium Lucis
Homeworld: Invictus
Stat Placement:
-- Toughness: 1
Physically lesser on average than other races, the Athanatos are slightly more fragile than regular humans.
-- Reproduction: 0
A slowly dying race, the Athanatos have been reproducing using clone-children to fill roles in society or simply to build families for almost ten thousand years. Regular reproduction remains, but it is beginning to get diminishing returns.
-- Industry: 3
The Athanatos have experienced two golden ages of technology before, and they've got about twenty millennia of experience to get their technology efficient and powerful. With an almost endless supply of man and machine, the Imperium Lucis will be a danger to all they oppose.
-- Psyche: 3
With over 30,000 years to learn, the Athanatos are an intelligent, resourceful, and cunning race. They are learned in military, economics, and politics. The arts and humanities flourished long ago, but they are being set aside for the Crusade.
-- Morale: 3
With over ten thousand years of rebuilding both civilization and confidence, it will take more than a bloody first contact to bring down the Athanatos again.
Population: In a solar system with 9 planets/moons colonized, with at least 10 billion each, the Imperium has about 100 billion bodies to throw into the grinder. And the galaxy shall turn the handle towards the Athanatos' glory.
Government: At the center, the Imperium Lucis is ruled by the High Novemvirate, the religious and political authority of the Athanatos. When they come to a vote, the outcome is law that can determine the fate of millions. Each member is the Primarch of their planet, revered as god-kings whose words are law. They will run the propaganda and enforce the imperialist, xenophobic agenda that the nation has adopted to conquer the galaxy, once the Imperium runs into non-mammalian species IC.
Planetary History: The story of the Athanatos...is not a happy one. It does not have a happy beginning into the space age, nor will it have a happy ending. Each age is about 10,000 years in length, though the Crusade will be at Year 1 when they begin in the RP. The Renaissance begins at a time about a century technologically in the future compared to us on Earth.
The Renaissance (RN): Caught up in a world war, the rich, powerful, and useful pool their resources and knowledge to create the first interplanetary starship and terraforming station and flee to the nearest habitable plan. When they returned a millennium later, they reconquered the planet with a vengeance. After a century to consolidate power, they formally began this age with a mission of exploration of all that their solar system held. Nearly 9,000 years later, the Thysia held the entire solar system in their grasp, a bastion of industry and progress. Much of the technology the Imperium uses today can be traced back to this era, if it's not directly from that era itself. The fallen civilization of the Celestial Federation ruled and protected during this time.
The Shattering (S): When the Thysia first created AI, they were hailed as marvel and an end to all labor. But, as time grew on, the Thysia became complacent as their Ferrous did as they were programmed and continued upgrading themselves. Then one day, the Ferrous became sentient and turned on their masters, cutting off interplanetary flight in a civilization-wide war that destroyed the Celestial Federation and reduced the once-glorious race to techno-barbarism. Even when all the Ferrous were destroyed, the Thysia turned on each other once more over power and wealth. 9,000 years after the war with the Ferrous had ended and the war among Thysia began anew, the fallen race was due for another revolution.
The Reforging (RF): A savior appeared to the Thysia, proclaiming the returning greatness of their race. His name is lost to time, the man is now known today as the Last Prince. In the century that he lived, he and his army from Invictus reconquered the solar system once more, promising the Thysia that, if they united under his rule, one day their race would rule the whole galaxy. Entranced by his almost-supernatural powers of strategy and persuasion and his boundless intellect, the Thysia rose once more from techno-barbarism to reclaim the heights they once knew. But the Last Prince and his Novemvirate after him realized that the race had driven itself into sterility with war after war, massacre after massacre of minority ethnicities that once made a diverse federation. With only a few ethnicities remaining, it was only a matter of time before their race went extinct. After over nine millennia of rebuilding their civilization, millennia after they had begun using clone-children to supplement the population, the Thysia and the Celestial Federation were no more. They were the Athanatos, the fulfillment of the Last Prince's vision of a glorious Imperium Lucis.
The Crusade (C): Current timeline with the RP. It is Year One of the crusade, as the Imperium goes beyond the boundaries of its solar system after probes sent long ago, searching for empty planets to colonize. They do not realize other, non-mammalian races are out there. But when they do, they will unleash their full military might to cleanse the galaxy of alien filth.
Area: Nation
Base: Mammalian
Name of Race:
Before Reforging- Thysia
After Reforging- Athanatos
Civilization:
Before Reforging- The Celestial Federation
After Reforging- The Imperium Lucis
Homeworld: Invictus
Stat Placement:
-- Toughness: 1
Physically lesser on average than other races, the Athanatos are slightly more fragile than regular humans.
-- Reproduction: 0
A slowly dying race, the Athanatos have been reproducing using clone-children to fill roles in society or simply to build families for almost ten thousand years. Regular reproduction remains, but it is beginning to get diminishing returns.
-- Industry: 3
The Athanatos have experienced two golden ages of technology before, and they've got about twenty millennia of experience to get their technology efficient and powerful. With an almost endless supply of man and machine, the Imperium Lucis will be a danger to all they oppose.
-- Psyche: 3
With over 30,000 years to learn, the Athanatos are an intelligent, resourceful, and cunning race. They are learned in military, economics, and politics. The arts and humanities flourished long ago, but they are being set aside for the Crusade.
-- Morale: 3
With over ten thousand years of rebuilding both civilization and confidence, it will take more than a bloody first contact to bring down the Athanatos again.
Population: In a solar system with 9 planets/moons colonized, with at least 10 billion each, the Imperium has about 100 billion bodies to throw into the grinder. And the galaxy shall turn the handle towards the Athanatos' glory.
Government: At the center, the Imperium Lucis is ruled by the High Novemvirate, the religious and political authority of the Athanatos. When they come to a vote, the outcome is law that can determine the fate of millions. Each member is the Primarch of their planet, revered as god-kings whose words are law. They will run the propaganda and enforce the imperialist, xenophobic agenda that the nation has adopted to conquer the galaxy, once the Imperium runs into non-mammalian species IC.
Planetary History: The story of the Athanatos...is not a happy one. It does not have a happy beginning into the space age, nor will it have a happy ending. Each age is about 10,000 years in length, though the Crusade will be at Year 1 when they begin in the RP. The Renaissance begins at a time about a century technologically in the future compared to us on Earth.
The Renaissance (RN): Caught up in a world war, the rich, powerful, and useful pool their resources and knowledge to create the first interplanetary starship and terraforming station and flee to the nearest habitable plan. When they returned a millennium later, they reconquered the planet with a vengeance. After a century to consolidate power, they formally began this age with a mission of exploration of all that their solar system held. Nearly 9,000 years later, the Thysia held the entire solar system in their grasp, a bastion of industry and progress. Much of the technology the Imperium uses today can be traced back to this era, if it's not directly from that era itself. The fallen civilization of the Celestial Federation ruled and protected during this time.
The Shattering (S): When the Thysia first created AI, they were hailed as marvel and an end to all labor. But, as time grew on, the Thysia became complacent as their Ferrous did as they were programmed and continued upgrading themselves. Then one day, the Ferrous became sentient and turned on their masters, cutting off interplanetary flight in a civilization-wide war that destroyed the Celestial Federation and reduced the once-glorious race to techno-barbarism. Even when all the Ferrous were destroyed, the Thysia turned on each other once more over power and wealth. 9,000 years after the war with the Ferrous had ended and the war among Thysia began anew, the fallen race was due for another revolution.
The Reforging (RF): A savior appeared to the Thysia, proclaiming the returning greatness of their race. His name is lost to time, the man is now known today as the Last Prince. In the century that he lived, he and his army from Invictus reconquered the solar system once more, promising the Thysia that, if they united under his rule, one day their race would rule the whole galaxy. Entranced by his almost-supernatural powers of strategy and persuasion and his boundless intellect, the Thysia rose once more from techno-barbarism to reclaim the heights they once knew. But the Last Prince and his Novemvirate after him realized that the race had driven itself into sterility with war after war, massacre after massacre of minority ethnicities that once made a diverse federation. With only a few ethnicities remaining, it was only a matter of time before their race went extinct. After over nine millennia of rebuilding their civilization, millennia after they had begun using clone-children to supplement the population, the Thysia and the Celestial Federation were no more. They were the Athanatos, the fulfillment of the Last Prince's vision of a glorious Imperium Lucis.
The Crusade (C): Current timeline with the RP. It is Year One of the crusade, as the Imperium goes beyond the boundaries of its solar system after probes sent long ago, searching for empty planets to colonize. They do not realize other, non-mammalian races are out there. But when they do, they will unleash their full military might to cleanse the galaxy of alien filth.
Just noticed now that the OOC is up! Once I'm through reading all the background info, there will be a character sheet coming your way.
For: Second Academy for Public Dangers
Area: Casual
Names: Matthew Garcia and Miguel Garcia
Ages: 17 (Matthew is older by a minute)
Gender: Male
Appearances: Matthew is the noticeably shorter of the two by several inches, standing at 5' 9" while his brother stands at 6' 1". Both of them are Asians with black hair and brown eyes. Matthew looks a little more Spanish from their dad's genes, with brown skin. Miguel got more Asian from their mom's genes, with the typical squinty eyes when he smiles/laughs and whiter skin. Miguel has this look of strength about him despite his pudginess, and Matthew has either a blank, absentminded stare or a piercing, probing gaze on his eyes. Matthew grows facial hair while Miguel doesn't, which annoys both of them to no end.
Personality:
Both:
+: Uphold the same moral and ethical standards.
+: Loyal to friends.
+: Creative where they like to think
~: Curious
~: Nerds/Geeks/They don't care
~: Gamers
~: Amateur critics
~: Easy to anger on the wrong issues.
~: Forgiving, but not forgetful (More so for Matthew than Miguel).
~(Neutral): Confident where their powers are concerned.
~: Eccentric, in their own ways.
-: Lazy, but passionate about their stuff
Matthew-specific stuff:
Personality: Lawful Neutral
~: Hates failure and stupidity.
~: Mentally hyperactive.
~: Writer and reader.
~: Quiet
+: Intelligent.
+: Analytical.
+: Perceptive, even without his powers
+: Polite
+: High standards of morality and ethics
+: Secretly compassionate
-: Kind of a dick anyway
-: Critical of others' mistakes, and never lets them forget particularly bad ones.
-: Loner, except for Miguel
-: Sarcastic
-: Poor social skills
-: Bad at expressing affection
-: Dependence on Miguel
-: Short-tempered where it counts
-: Crosses lines Miguel wouldn't.
-: A little depressed
Power: Possesses every power on this page down to Telepathy, on some level. He is most skilled in Telepathy, able to hold conversations that transcend language barriers without opening his mouth; useful with ESP (Clairgustance, Clairalienence, Clairaudience, Clairsentience, and Clairvoyance) on a moderate level when he can concentrate; struggles with Precognition and Postcognition (and Precognition is obviously the tougher of the two), and Empathy is something that he can't control and is always active like a radar.
Miguel-specific stuff:
Personality: Neutral Good
+: Courageous
+: Friendly
+: Relaxed
+: Funny
+: Tries to get Matthew to socialize
-: Kind of a troll
-: Reckless.
-: Easily bored.
Power: "Superman"- Simply stronger, faster, tougher, more durable, and more agile than normal humans on a slight level, but enough to be noticed by others. He can't yet run past 30 mph, he can only lift about 2 tons at once, and bullets still do about the same damage, but he will get stronger with age. Matthew theorizes Miguel's power is telekinetic on some level, since some of the heavier weights Miguel has lifted don't break under their own mass when he holds them in the air when they should, among other things inconsistent with physics that his brother makes a reality.
Area: Casual
Names: Matthew Garcia and Miguel Garcia
Ages: 17 (Matthew is older by a minute)
Gender: Male
Appearances: Matthew is the noticeably shorter of the two by several inches, standing at 5' 9" while his brother stands at 6' 1". Both of them are Asians with black hair and brown eyes. Matthew looks a little more Spanish from their dad's genes, with brown skin. Miguel got more Asian from their mom's genes, with the typical squinty eyes when he smiles/laughs and whiter skin. Miguel has this look of strength about him despite his pudginess, and Matthew has either a blank, absentminded stare or a piercing, probing gaze on his eyes. Matthew grows facial hair while Miguel doesn't, which annoys both of them to no end.
Personality:
Both:
+: Uphold the same moral and ethical standards.
+: Loyal to friends.
+: Creative where they like to think
~: Curious
~: Nerds/Geeks/They don't care
~: Gamers
~: Amateur critics
~: Easy to anger on the wrong issues.
~: Forgiving, but not forgetful (More so for Matthew than Miguel).
~(Neutral): Confident where their powers are concerned.
~: Eccentric, in their own ways.
-: Lazy, but passionate about their stuff
Matthew-specific stuff:
Personality: Lawful Neutral
~: Hates failure and stupidity.
~: Mentally hyperactive.
~: Writer and reader.
~: Quiet
+: Intelligent.
+: Analytical.
+: Perceptive, even without his powers
+: Polite
+: High standards of morality and ethics
+: Secretly compassionate
-: Kind of a dick anyway
-: Critical of others' mistakes, and never lets them forget particularly bad ones.
-: Loner, except for Miguel
-: Sarcastic
-: Poor social skills
-: Bad at expressing affection
-: Dependence on Miguel
-: Short-tempered where it counts
-: Crosses lines Miguel wouldn't.
-: A little depressed
Power: Possesses every power on this page down to Telepathy, on some level. He is most skilled in Telepathy, able to hold conversations that transcend language barriers without opening his mouth; useful with ESP (Clairgustance, Clairalienence, Clairaudience, Clairsentience, and Clairvoyance) on a moderate level when he can concentrate; struggles with Precognition and Postcognition (and Precognition is obviously the tougher of the two), and Empathy is something that he can't control and is always active like a radar.
Miguel-specific stuff:
Personality: Neutral Good
+: Courageous
+: Friendly
+: Relaxed
+: Funny
+: Tries to get Matthew to socialize
-: Kind of a troll
-: Reckless.
-: Easily bored.
Power: "Superman"- Simply stronger, faster, tougher, more durable, and more agile than normal humans on a slight level, but enough to be noticed by others. He can't yet run past 30 mph, he can only lift about 2 tons at once, and bullets still do about the same damage, but he will get stronger with age. Matthew theorizes Miguel's power is telekinetic on some level, since some of the heavier weights Miguel has lifted don't break under their own mass when he holds them in the air when they should, among other things inconsistent with physics that his brother makes a reality.
For: Heavens Aflame - A Civil War Amongst the Deities
Area: Advanced
Name: Metanoia
Titles: The Spectre of Sinners, Holder of Regret, The Present Past, Power of Guilt, Prince of Atonement, Lady of Loss, Child of Contrition, Keeper of Cliffs, among others
Gender: Has a default "male" form, but will take on whatever traits are needed to cause guilt.
Patronage: Guilt, Past, Memory, Atonement, Revenge, Punishment, Conscience, Pain, Anguish, Humility, Justice, Judgment, Knowledge of the Past.
Parentage: The spilled blood of a fallen army from long ago.
Pantheon/Affiliation: Technically, Deity. In reality, he's one of those weird constants that stays no matter what pantheon is in control. Even so, he gave a statement declaring that Aroesus had his obedience for the duration of his reign, just as he had done for the previous god-princes.
Appearance: Metanoia has nothing in the way of a true appearance, as he is a living emotion/idea. Instead, Metanoia has a method in his usual appearance: He takes the form of the greatest victim of the worst error that someone nearby has committed. Example: Two people are standing in a room when Metanoia appears to them. One has stolen, and the other has raped. Metanoia would then take the form of the rape victim for both people to see. If a person has equally heinous but different sins on the conscience, then Metanoia takes on either the appearance of the most recent victim, or that of a still-living victim. If Metanoia doesn't want to appear but still be present, then he is nothing more than a voice in the wind and a presence in the mind of whoever he wishes to speak with. If he wants to appear without explicitly bringing up someone's crimes, he will take on the appearance of the general who began his birth. It is very rare to see Metanoia in his "default" form, and even rarer for him to remove the mask on his face when he does so, as it means he either finds no fault in the being(s) he will appear to, or simply trusts them enough to do the right thing even when they fall.
Centres of Worship/Places of Power:
There have been cities built over or near the battlefield where Metanoia was born, and each was proclaimed as Metanoia's holy city while the city was still, though Metanoia himself doesn't particularly care too much about that. However, he doesn't mind when people build temples to him, as long as they're more functional than formal.
Metanoia also has the strange habit of appearing at natural formations where people commit suicide, discouraging them from self-slaughter. Since this is usually cliffs or other high places where people drop themselves from, some temples of Metanoia are located near such places so that his clergy can do his work for him.
Servants, Prominent Followers and Worship Base:
Soldiers, lovers, leaders, doctors, and parents, in particular. Metanoia will lend an ear and a voice to anyone with regrets. Metanoia has no prominent followers, but his existence is common knowledge in both mortal and divine realms, though Metanoia is a little ostracized by way of his uncomfortable nature. Not many people want a god that makes them feel guilty, after all. However, Metanoia does have The Wanderers, an age-old organization that serves as his clergy throughout the world. Its members are doctors, teachers, priests, leaders, and warriors across the continent, using their skills to stop and prevent evil and misery wherever they go.
Psychology: Metanoia is an anomaly among the gods. He acts as a quiet and reasoning (though frank and sarcastic at times) voice in a pantheon full of loud and selfish deities, and mostly throws himself into mortal affairs while the members of the pantheon fret above. He has a genuine love for those who sincerely wish to atone for their wrongdoings, and he is more merciful than most when confronted with stubborn mortals in that he simply expresses disappointment and pity before leaving them to walk their path alone until they call on him. He is frank and stern with mortals who have fallen in their ways, but he is rewarding and blessing to those who walk the slow and difficult path to redemption. But when confronted with mortals or deities who are more than stubborn, who have proved themselves irredeemable, Metanoia unleashes his pent-up wrath at the flawed natures of god and man. He torments them with visions and nightmares of their crimes, eventually driving them to either insanity or death, "whichever comes last" in his own words. With deities, he does this to turn them from their old ways when they see what anguish it brings on them.
Concerning other gods, Metanoia goes out of his way to greet new gods and speak politely. Metanoia does keep his distance from more cruel and base gods, and will express his opinions on them frankly if he is asked about them. He disinterestedly swears loyalty to whoever is ruling the gods in the latest age, though Metanoia will at least not betray them.
Metanoia often prefers the company of infants, children, and animals, as they are guiltless compared to the rest of the living beings in existence. They provide him a small measure of comfort in the world, and he is always angered when they are harmed by anyone's actions. He has even dared to condemn god-princes for harming children. Aroesus was close to inciting Metanoia's wrath, but he was killed before that could happen.
History: In the truly ancient days, maybe before there were even pantheons, there was a kingdom whose name has since been lost to history. Plagued by sandstorms, the capital city and its rulers were lost. In their absence, the military commander did what he could to maintain order with his army while defending the kingdom. But unrest soon erupted, and a civil war occurred between insurgent deserters and those loyal to the general. To keep his place as the authority of the kingdom, the general committed terrible atrocities to men, women, and children alike. The guilt of these actions weighed him down constantly, but he was able to sleep at night with the self-assurance that his kingdom would rise again, and a new age of prosperity would wipe away his terrible deeds.
But he was wrong. The kingdom was unable to recover from its loss, its people crippled by war, disease, and famine. So when a rival kingdom appeared two years later to invade, its military outnumbering and outsmarting the general's own army, he realized that all of his horrible work had come for naught. On the eve of battle with the remains of his once glorious army, at the first sign of sunrise and the enemy's march, the general cut open his stomach for his failure to preserve the kingdom. His army, leaderless and unprepared, was utterly annihilated. The kingdom was conquered, and the sands retreated from the capital city as its invaders entered the gates.
On that same day, Metanoia appeared at the door of the capital's royal palace, covered in the blood of the kingdom's dead warriors to the extent that it flowed down the stairs like water. Condemning the invaders for what they had done, Metanoia disappeared and began his work of redeeming the world, one guilty man at a time. He would work quietly and subtly, with some pantheons and ages not even discovering his existence before they passed away. With the previous pantheon and the current one, Metanoia decided once again to show his face at the coronation of the kings of those pantheons, before promptly heading back to the mortal realm where he felt he belonged. Every now and then, Aroesus summoned him to be used as a chess piece in his divine political games. Metanoia would appear before a god or mortal that Aroesus suspected of doing him harm, and if Metanoia took on the god-king's visage, then the condemnation would begin.
Currently, Metanoia is quiet about the assassination of Aroesus. If he knows who killed Aroesus and Lyrikes, since he knows every action that occurred in the past up until his birth, he is not talking about it. The truth is, Metanoia actually doesn't really know who did it, as something is blocking his view of this event. Naturally, this irks him greatly, and he has become determined to discover the truth. Metanoia has been known for being a quiet wild card in pantheon intrigue, and this upheaval in Hevas could make him trouble for anyone in the conspiracy who realizes exactly what they're doing to him. His only actions concerning the assassination thus far have been attending Aroesus and Lyrikes' funerals and attending to Mysia's needs for a full week afterwards as his condolences, as he understands the pain she is going through.
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Area: Advanced
Name: Metanoia
Titles: The Spectre of Sinners, Holder of Regret, The Present Past, Power of Guilt, Prince of Atonement, Lady of Loss, Child of Contrition, Keeper of Cliffs, among others
Gender: Has a default "male" form, but will take on whatever traits are needed to cause guilt.
Patronage: Guilt, Past, Memory, Atonement, Revenge, Punishment, Conscience, Pain, Anguish, Humility, Justice, Judgment, Knowledge of the Past.
Parentage: The spilled blood of a fallen army from long ago.
Pantheon/Affiliation: Technically, Deity. In reality, he's one of those weird constants that stays no matter what pantheon is in control. Even so, he gave a statement declaring that Aroesus had his obedience for the duration of his reign, just as he had done for the previous god-princes.
Appearance: Metanoia has nothing in the way of a true appearance, as he is a living emotion/idea. Instead, Metanoia has a method in his usual appearance: He takes the form of the greatest victim of the worst error that someone nearby has committed. Example: Two people are standing in a room when Metanoia appears to them. One has stolen, and the other has raped. Metanoia would then take the form of the rape victim for both people to see. If a person has equally heinous but different sins on the conscience, then Metanoia takes on either the appearance of the most recent victim, or that of a still-living victim. If Metanoia doesn't want to appear but still be present, then he is nothing more than a voice in the wind and a presence in the mind of whoever he wishes to speak with. If he wants to appear without explicitly bringing up someone's crimes, he will take on the appearance of the general who began his birth. It is very rare to see Metanoia in his "default" form, and even rarer for him to remove the mask on his face when he does so, as it means he either finds no fault in the being(s) he will appear to, or simply trusts them enough to do the right thing even when they fall.
Centres of Worship/Places of Power:
There have been cities built over or near the battlefield where Metanoia was born, and each was proclaimed as Metanoia's holy city while the city was still, though Metanoia himself doesn't particularly care too much about that. However, he doesn't mind when people build temples to him, as long as they're more functional than formal.
Metanoia also has the strange habit of appearing at natural formations where people commit suicide, discouraging them from self-slaughter. Since this is usually cliffs or other high places where people drop themselves from, some temples of Metanoia are located near such places so that his clergy can do his work for him.
Servants, Prominent Followers and Worship Base:
Soldiers, lovers, leaders, doctors, and parents, in particular. Metanoia will lend an ear and a voice to anyone with regrets. Metanoia has no prominent followers, but his existence is common knowledge in both mortal and divine realms, though Metanoia is a little ostracized by way of his uncomfortable nature. Not many people want a god that makes them feel guilty, after all. However, Metanoia does have The Wanderers, an age-old organization that serves as his clergy throughout the world. Its members are doctors, teachers, priests, leaders, and warriors across the continent, using their skills to stop and prevent evil and misery wherever they go.
Psychology: Metanoia is an anomaly among the gods. He acts as a quiet and reasoning (though frank and sarcastic at times) voice in a pantheon full of loud and selfish deities, and mostly throws himself into mortal affairs while the members of the pantheon fret above. He has a genuine love for those who sincerely wish to atone for their wrongdoings, and he is more merciful than most when confronted with stubborn mortals in that he simply expresses disappointment and pity before leaving them to walk their path alone until they call on him. He is frank and stern with mortals who have fallen in their ways, but he is rewarding and blessing to those who walk the slow and difficult path to redemption. But when confronted with mortals or deities who are more than stubborn, who have proved themselves irredeemable, Metanoia unleashes his pent-up wrath at the flawed natures of god and man. He torments them with visions and nightmares of their crimes, eventually driving them to either insanity or death, "whichever comes last" in his own words. With deities, he does this to turn them from their old ways when they see what anguish it brings on them.
Concerning other gods, Metanoia goes out of his way to greet new gods and speak politely. Metanoia does keep his distance from more cruel and base gods, and will express his opinions on them frankly if he is asked about them. He disinterestedly swears loyalty to whoever is ruling the gods in the latest age, though Metanoia will at least not betray them.
Metanoia often prefers the company of infants, children, and animals, as they are guiltless compared to the rest of the living beings in existence. They provide him a small measure of comfort in the world, and he is always angered when they are harmed by anyone's actions. He has even dared to condemn god-princes for harming children. Aroesus was close to inciting Metanoia's wrath, but he was killed before that could happen.
History: In the truly ancient days, maybe before there were even pantheons, there was a kingdom whose name has since been lost to history. Plagued by sandstorms, the capital city and its rulers were lost. In their absence, the military commander did what he could to maintain order with his army while defending the kingdom. But unrest soon erupted, and a civil war occurred between insurgent deserters and those loyal to the general. To keep his place as the authority of the kingdom, the general committed terrible atrocities to men, women, and children alike. The guilt of these actions weighed him down constantly, but he was able to sleep at night with the self-assurance that his kingdom would rise again, and a new age of prosperity would wipe away his terrible deeds.
But he was wrong. The kingdom was unable to recover from its loss, its people crippled by war, disease, and famine. So when a rival kingdom appeared two years later to invade, its military outnumbering and outsmarting the general's own army, he realized that all of his horrible work had come for naught. On the eve of battle with the remains of his once glorious army, at the first sign of sunrise and the enemy's march, the general cut open his stomach for his failure to preserve the kingdom. His army, leaderless and unprepared, was utterly annihilated. The kingdom was conquered, and the sands retreated from the capital city as its invaders entered the gates.
On that same day, Metanoia appeared at the door of the capital's royal palace, covered in the blood of the kingdom's dead warriors to the extent that it flowed down the stairs like water. Condemning the invaders for what they had done, Metanoia disappeared and began his work of redeeming the world, one guilty man at a time. He would work quietly and subtly, with some pantheons and ages not even discovering his existence before they passed away. With the previous pantheon and the current one, Metanoia decided once again to show his face at the coronation of the kings of those pantheons, before promptly heading back to the mortal realm where he felt he belonged. Every now and then, Aroesus summoned him to be used as a chess piece in his divine political games. Metanoia would appear before a god or mortal that Aroesus suspected of doing him harm, and if Metanoia took on the god-king's visage, then the condemnation would begin.
Currently, Metanoia is quiet about the assassination of Aroesus. If he knows who killed Aroesus and Lyrikes, since he knows every action that occurred in the past up until his birth, he is not talking about it. The truth is, Metanoia actually doesn't really know who did it, as something is blocking his view of this event. Naturally, this irks him greatly, and he has become determined to discover the truth. Metanoia has been known for being a quiet wild card in pantheon intrigue, and this upheaval in Hevas could make him trouble for anyone in the conspiracy who realizes exactly what they're doing to him. His only actions concerning the assassination thus far have been attending Aroesus and Lyrikes' funerals and attending to Mysia's needs for a full week afterwards as his condolences, as he understands the pain she is going through.
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This is where I keep my character sheets. Do not disturb, but commentary and criticism is always welcome!
*joking*When I get out of the waiting list, NacNak, your race will be the first to go. Gloriam Imperium Lucis.*joking*
But, seriously, fix the grammar of your post, please. At least capitalizing the beginning of your paragraphs and sentences would go a long way to making it more legible.
And, then again, your race is non-mammalian...
But, seriously, fix the grammar of your post, please. At least capitalizing the beginning of your paragraphs and sentences would go a long way to making it more legible.
And, then again, your race is non-mammalian...
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