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Lord Zee
Double Capybara
Cyclone
ChronoBovino
Vec
Progenitor of Discord, Scarab God, Iwa the Scarab, Trickster Iwa
Dᴏᴍᴀɪɴ & Pᴏʀᴛꜰᴏʟɪᴏ
Aʟɪɢɴᴍᴇɴᴛ
Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ
Iwa often takes he form of a rather young, athletic boy with cacausain skin which never seems to grow pale or dark despite his travel. Beneath his wild, dreaded hair lies a pair of cloudy white eyes, stunning in their power and intent, as if a roil of pure potential boils within, always looking to escape. The rest of his face his hidden behind a masterfully crafted mask taking on the appearance of the scarab beetle, a staple of his and a key part of his image. Beyond that his olive-colored tunic always seems rather scanty, dirty, and irreparably damaged. His arms and legs are beset by a number of bumps and scrapes, and his hands are black from his willing uncleanliness.
Mᴜsɪᴄᴀʟ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ
Aʟɪɢɴᴍᴇɴᴛ
Neutral Evil
Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ
Enki is a strong-willed, lighthearted, cheerful god who yearns for adventure and to experience everything the universe has to offer. To some, he is a revered, loyal friend whose beaming personality lightens their day and whose achievements spur them on in their own existence. To most, he is a naive, headstrong troublemaker who shirks the responsibilities of a divine. Both viewpoints are equally valid.
Enki is mischief incarnate. His trademark oft-present grin and lust for exploring often land him in trouble with conservative, authoritarian figures. He is rather notorious for trespassing just about anywhere, a byproduct of his child-like wanderlust. Thankfully, Enki is a genuinely well-meaning being, and his lack of borders rarely causes actual harm to the places he wanders into. He respects the property of others far more than it seems; he just believes that anything worth hiding is something worth seeing.
Of course, these aspects hide the complex and determined god underneath. On the reverse side of his frivolous nature is his considerable shrewdness, which makes him quite capable of reading people and situations. He is particularly observant, taking into consideration even the smallest details of his surroundings in order to better understand and deal with challenges and is not above using cheap tricks or questionable tactics to ensure his own survival. Being singularly ambitious, Enki also has a remarkably tenacious will that allows him to overcome virtually insurmountable obstacles and accept ungodly burdens for the sake of his own ultimate goal. He has a considerable pride that will not stand for having his divinity insulted or condemned by others, but Iwa is also capable of shelving his pride if it becomes something that will stand in the way of his objective.
Enki is mischief incarnate. His trademark oft-present grin and lust for exploring often land him in trouble with conservative, authoritarian figures. He is rather notorious for trespassing just about anywhere, a byproduct of his child-like wanderlust. Thankfully, Enki is a genuinely well-meaning being, and his lack of borders rarely causes actual harm to the places he wanders into. He respects the property of others far more than it seems; he just believes that anything worth hiding is something worth seeing.
Of course, these aspects hide the complex and determined god underneath. On the reverse side of his frivolous nature is his considerable shrewdness, which makes him quite capable of reading people and situations. He is particularly observant, taking into consideration even the smallest details of his surroundings in order to better understand and deal with challenges and is not above using cheap tricks or questionable tactics to ensure his own survival. Being singularly ambitious, Enki also has a remarkably tenacious will that allows him to overcome virtually insurmountable obstacles and accept ungodly burdens for the sake of his own ultimate goal. He has a considerable pride that will not stand for having his divinity insulted or condemned by others, but Iwa is also capable of shelving his pride if it becomes something that will stand in the way of his objective.
Iwa often takes he form of a rather young, athletic boy with cacausain skin which never seems to grow pale or dark despite his travel. Beneath his wild, dreaded hair lies a pair of cloudy white eyes, stunning in their power and intent, as if a roil of pure potential boils within, always looking to escape. The rest of his face his hidden behind a masterfully crafted mask taking on the appearance of the scarab beetle, a staple of his and a key part of his image. Beyond that his olive-colored tunic always seems rather scanty, dirty, and irreparably damaged. His arms and legs are beset by a number of bumps and scrapes, and his hands are black from his willing uncleanliness.
Mᴜsɪᴄᴀʟ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ