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kapuchuWell, meet your new overlord.... I mean God of- Nah, I was right the first time.Name: Logos
Alias: God of Kings and King of Gods, I Am That I Am, Order
Gender: Male
Domain (Portfolio): e.g. Order (Physics)
Domain (Portfolio) Description:
Before the man walked the earth, before the first drop of ocean fell on barren land, before the stars formed, there was chaos. Boundless, writhing, swirling, bedlam of power and potential. The Chaos found itself shackled by the first Law, placed by Logos. The fundaments that Up is not Down, that Bigger things attract Smaller things, that the potential of what was in the new Universe could not be added too, or erased from existence, and so forth.
Thus was the first Law written, and Order brought to heel...
((Since the game is during the Big Bang, someone had to pick the first ever 'Order' of the Universe. Powers include 'manipulating' any of the known theories so long as he obeys them. Increasing the amount of magnetism a piece of iron has (not wood), warping centralized gravity around him, pulling energy from the surrounding air or other objects to heat others up, and so forth!))
Alignment: Lawful Evil - To Logos, the only way all of reality could attain true order is under his rule. Anything less becomes variables for chaos, something he will not tolerate.
Personality:
Deep in the human unconscious is a pervasive need for a logical universe that makes sense. But the real universe is always one step beyond logic. Beyond Logic, setting the proverbial wheels of the universe in motion, is Logos.
Cold. Manipulative. Appathetic. Ruthless. Efficient.
Showing almost no emotion or passion, Logos is a planner and tactician, often preferring to play a long game and reap the fruits when few others suspect it. Little seems to catch him off guard or unaccounted for, and he views all around him with naught but indifferent disdain. Unlike some other gods, he has little issue appearing to mortals in his truest form and is amongst the ones to converse with them most directly.
He is a god because he is a god because he is a god. It is a circular argument, a mental groove permanently carved in his mind, for it is the truest form of Order. He was created to rule, and to rule he would. Acting on a grand design that he alone seems to see, the God of Order enforces his will with cold and efficient brutality. No price is too high, no piece too valuable, no pawn out of place to serve his goals and purposes.
When waging war, Logos will stall for time for as long as possible as possible until he deems his foe suitably analyzed and accounted; only to crush them in scant seconds, with each of their actions planned and countered for.
Musical Theme: youtube.com/watch?v=Yx_BTgiSoSg&list=P..
Description:Logos’s arrival seemed to break the sky. There was a thunderous crack, and the ground shook beneath them. Outside, the massive storm cloud that her mages had summoned over the keep was blown back by an equally massive, expanding white ring. Lucille felt the elder god descending upon them. It was like being in a collapsing mine—thousands of tons of stone bearing down on her to plunge her into airless darkness. Her only instincts were screaming at her to run. She heard her knights shifting uncomfortably, and knew that they felt it too.
Blanket mind magic. Fear and hopelessness. The fact that he could both conceive of and cast such as spell was as terrifying as the spell itself. Shouldn’t her magical armor be preventing it from effecting them?
Logos knew exactly where they were, as Clarent had suspected. The white ring that had torn through the storm cloud had seemed to be centered directly above them. Seconds after they heard the explosion, Logos broke through the ceiling.
He hit the ground with the force of a meteor, and above him the roof split and caved. Shattered stone rained down around them, but strangely none struck the king himself, although he manipulated none with telekinesis. Lucille was glad for the enchantments that they all had on their armor. Clarent moved to stand infront of her, the shards of his blade held taut.
In the center of the room, Logos was perfectly still, though his oppressive mind magic still had a hold on them all. When he rose, the motions were flawlessly mechanical, like an automaton winding down. He folded his wings behind his back and then looked at Lucille.
Instantly the fear inside of her doubled. It was almost animalistic in the way it screamed at her over her greater senses. She wanted to turn and run, flee from this terrifying immortal predator. She was an insect that he wanted to crush. She needed to hide under a rock.
No wonder Logos considered humankind to be semi-intelligent animals next to himself; his presence alone could reduce them to such. The mage next to her began to craft a spell that she hoped would counteract his crippling mind magic. That was when Logos spoke.
“No.”
If his presence was fear, his voice was insanity. He hadn’t spoken the word very loudly, and yet it felt as though she were running her face against a concrete wall. She had to fight the urge to cover her ears.
Concealment Level: 1
Detection Level: 1
REPOST FOR THE REPOST GODS!
