Lord Zee

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The Corrupter

Level Two God of Perfection (Corruption)

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The First Borns

The God of Perfection, nestled within the heart of Pervanon, slept for a time. It was not his intention, he did not need sleep to function, yet it came. And this sleep brought about a nightmare he had not even conceived of. One of horror and degradation.

He stood alone within a vast stretch of nothing. He could not describe it, not feel it, nor see it. Yet a humming persisted, growing louder as it came with its perfect tone. Larwen could not move, yet his instincts told him to run, to flee from such a noise. But why he asked? What fear drove a god such as he? To abandon all sense, all thought and give into such primitive instincts? But as the humming loomed about him from all angles, no answer came to him. No voice in the nothing could be heard, just the humming as it loomed all about him. That perfectly dreadful humming. It drove him mad with fright, thought abandoning him as he felt his flesh be ripped apart. He could not fight back, he was powerless. But instinct told him but one simple thing.

And so Larwen screamed.

On Galbar the scream was heard. Throughout Pervanon it went, throughout the Anathema's, and perhaps beyond. All who thought to listen would hear. All mortal life would grow quiet, for such a noise was terrifying. But the perfected souls, upon hearing his divine cry, went into a frenzy. Not soon after, a part of Larwen's might left his body then, willed without thought and latching itself upon the very black stone of the mountain. Pervanon groaned, and heaved as rock broke itself apart, developing itself into something more. When the mountain finally quieted, over a dozen empty shells stood throughout its depths, but not for long. For the greatest of the ley souls took root inside of them, and at last, they were born. Instinct rushed them to their master's side.

And at last when Larwen woke with a start, they stood over him illuminating the dark with their bodies and he knew what they were. His children. The first born of the mountain, perfected beings in all their splendor. He rose to his full height, yet they loomed over him still. Unwavering, fixated upon their master, almost as if they were waiting for something. They needed a name.

"I shall name thee, the Zalsarix, and I will teach you wonders, in time. For now, leave me."

Hesitantly, the Zalsarix left Larwen alone. He had a great deal to think about, for the nightmare was still fresh in his mind. Such a dream should not have happened, for one such as he to succumb to such... No, it had to be pushed aside. No more resting, no more sleeping, and no more nightmares. There was work to do.

Summary

Larwen fell asleep without knowing he could, as such he had a nightmare where he felt his body being eaten.
The only thing he can do is scream, and this scream can be heard by anyone who was listening. Mortal creatures will become terrified for a time.
The scream also sent off a chain reaction in Pervanon where his might was unwittingly used to create a bodies for his corrupted souls.
The Zalsarix are created. Look to the picture and creation sheet to know more.
Larwen then tells himself not to think about the nightmare and get on with his plans.

Might Summary
Larwen
Level 2 God
4/5 Might Left
-1 might used to create Zalsarix
0 miracles
3/4 to level.

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@Valorous I used imgur when I uploaded mine.

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@Valorous Broken image there bud.

The Fall of Scorned [A Fantasy Adventure]

I think I've come to the conclusion that this RP will be taking a more slow and 'post when you are able' approach. As long as we don't loose anyone, the longevity shouldn't be a problem.

Does that draw any problems from anyone? Any concerns? Questions?

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Well shit. Guess I'll be over here... praying some gods get caught >.>

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@Leotamer Doesn't it kill the Goldari?

Zee's Me's

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

Characters

The Goddess of Devilry

Anu'Varr

Goddess of Devilry, The Scarred One, The Curse Giver



Domain: Devilry

Realm:

Osarion, The Ebony Castle

In the middle of the world, built atop a lone mountain, there resides the home of Anu. An evil place, Osarion is the home of the damned, a place where no sane mortal would ever venture. Home to demons and depraved creatures, secrets of Anu, and much, much more. There are many paths to reach Osarion, for those foolish enough to brave them, or for those unlucky souls who find themselves taken against their will. It's central location is both a beacon and a deterrent, for Anu cares little for being secluded from the world, unlike some of her siblings. The black castle spews out a vile miasma into the air, blanketing the land from the sun, and leaving the surrounding area's life, warped and desolate. This unnatural cloud cover however, never grows beyond the mountain. At least not yet.

The massive castle itself sits precariously on the mountain, blanketed in eternal twilight. Only the glow of burning fires provides any light, any warmth. At the Pinnacle of Osarion resides the Devil's Throne, made from the bones of humanity. Besides her throne room, there is the treasury, a place that sits within the heart of Osarion. Not a soul save Anu know what resides within, but many have their guesses. Below the treasury, at the very bottom of the castle, the dungeons sit. Full of those foolish enough to upset Anu, and a place to keep food fresh. The mountain itself is filled with twisting passages, large caverns, breeding pits, and other unimaginable horrors.

(Much more to be added as rp progresses)

Biography/Personality:

Anu'Varr is a dark goddess, full of spite and wickedness. She came well after the first gods were born, and her violent birth scarred her body, and her mind, turning her angry and cruel. She cares little for her fellow siblings, rarely calling upon them for anything, and hardly ever answering unless she receives something in return. Her relationships with most of the firstborns, is incredibly strained to the point of being nonexistent. She is vindictive to the thought they came before her, and she blames them for what her domain now is. Godhood was thrust upon her whether she wanted it or not, and her existence is now defined but what she is, instead of what she could have been. As such, she very much enjoys causing them displeasure, no matter how inconvenient it seems. She would not throw away a chance to consume their divinity and add it to herself.

Anu finds most mortals to be expandable play things, who break far too easily. Her thoughts are of having purpose, and if you can't be useful, then you don't really deserve to exist. In rare moments she will allow a mortal a favor, but it usually comes with a catch. It is not in her nature to give without taking, and kindness has no place in her blackened heart.

On humanity, Anu has a deep hatred, founded the moment she looked upon them. They had came before her, a DIVINE, these beings of flesh and blood. A thought most inconceivable to the Goddess of Devilry. It was wrong, so very wrong to imagine such creatures living in happiness, before she had even opened her eyes. For this transgression, she vowed to wipe them off the face of the planet.

But when she learned of her siblings and some of their care for humanity, Anu's anger was unbridled. So she cursed the species, in a scream that shook the world, placing into their hearts the potential for hatred, violence and cruelty. The "Sin Curse", as it was to be called, would live in humanity, but only truly revealing itself with their first act of knowingly sinning.

Anu ultimately is a being of desires. She will always want more then what she will ever have, and she is cursed to never see it. Her machinations are of control and domination of the world, to cause mayhem and grow wickedness into mortal hearts. To take what is not hers, and shape it to be what she craves, whatever it takes. To snuff out the other gods, to make them her servants, it would bring her nothing but empty joy. Anu's greatest fault is that she can never find happiness, no matter what she does, no matter how hard she looks- there will always be an empty pit inside of her, and it will never be filled.

Notes: (Leave this empty. As the rp goes on any details you wish to record go here. Once this CS is submitted Do not edit any other portion of the CS aside from this without the GM's consent.)

Misc: Anu is a sucker for flattery, and is a bit self entitled. Her siblings would know her to be a bit on the mad side.

"Put that on my Tabula"

Anu's Relation Sheet

Azhriel- "He picked the wrong God to watch.. But I don't mind."

Dao Rugadh- "Yet another who's passions are for mortals. Such ambition.. yet clouded with obsession."

Dirka- "Mad, and not in the way I like."

Drakairós- "Which ever mortal, God, or creature proclaimed three heads were better then one, was lying."

Ferron- "Let the Dirt Dweller have his earth, I don't imagine it will last forever.

Gammaton- "I don't like bugs, I find them to be such a nuisance."

Hayim- "Such a thorn, a sharp biting thorn."

Hyperion- "Too much light and it will only be blinding. His pathetic crusades are of little consequence.""

Iarus- "Oh Deception, so honest with what it is."

Iva'Kroth- "Was it insanity that drove the lust for knowledge, or was it knowledge that drove the insanity?"

Naswaru- "Another human lover.. I wonder.. take the beast out of its environment, throw it somewhere new, does it still reign supreme?"

Oao- "Is the sun as equally afraid of the dark, as this one is of the sun?"

Ragnagedon- "This brother, he has potential."

Ral- "I fail to see why this one has a chord."

Somler- "If he is unknown, then how does he exist?"

Svieand- "Unlike Deception, I find that Cold is never honest with itself."

Zee's Me's

Tabula Rasa

Characters

Goddess of Devilry

Anu'Varr

Goddess of Devilry



Realm:

Osarion, The Ebony Castle

In the middle of the world, built atop a lone mountain, there resides the home of Anu. An evil place, Osarion is the home of the damned, a place where no sane mortal would ever venture. Home to demons and depraved creatures, secrets of Anu, and much, much more. There are many paths to reach Osarion, for those foolish enough to brave them, or for those unlucky souls who find themselves taken against their will. It's central location is both a beacon and a deterrent, for Anu cares little for being secluded from the world, unlike her siblings. The black castle spews out a vile miasma into the air, blanketing the land from the sun, and leaving the surrounding area's life, warped and desolate. This unnatural cloud cover however, never grows beyond the mountain. At least not yet.

The massive castle sits precariously on the mountain, blanketed in eternal twilight. Only the glow of burning fires provides any light, any warmth. Anu's throne room resides atop Osarion, the very pinnacle houses her large, twisted throne room. It overlooks the land, and Anu is no stranger to throwing creatures into the void that displease her. Besides her throne room, there is the treasury, a place that sits within the heart of Osarion. Not a soul save Anu know what resides within, but many have their guesses. Below the treasury, at the very bottom of the castle, the dungeons sit. Full of those foolish enough to upset Anu, and most usually, a place to keep food fresh. The mountain itself is filled with twisting passages, large caverns, breeding pits, and other unimaginable horrors.

(Much more to be added as rp progresses)

Personality:

Anu'Varr is a dark goddess, full of spite and wickedness. She came after the first gods born of chaos, and her violent birth scarred her body, and her mind, turning her angry and cruel. She cares little for her fellow siblings, rarely calling upon them for anything, and hardly ever answering unless she receives something in return. Her relationships with most of the firstborns, is incredibly strained to the point of being nonexistent. She is vindictive to the thought they came before her, and she blames them for what her domain now is. Godhood was thrust upon her whether she wanted it or not, and her existence is now defined but what she is, instead of what she could have been. As such, she very much enjoys causing them displeasure, no matter how inconvenient it seems.

Anu finds mortals to be expandable play things, who break far too easily. She is big on having purpose, and if you can't be useful, then you don't really deserve to live. In rare moments she will allow a mortal a favor, but it usually comes with a catch. It is not in her nature to give without taking, and kindness has no place in her blackened heart. When her sister Arda mated with a human man, causing much strife among the Gods, Anu found herself smiling. Humanity, Anu found, were fallible. From that point on, she would open their hearts to perverse words, and wickedness, driving many to sin. She would continue to punish her sister even after what had been done to her, by turning man cruel to one another.

Anu ultimately is a being of desires. She will always want more then what she will ever have, and she is cursed to never see it. Her machinations are of control and domination of the world, to cause mayhem and grow wickedness into mortal hearts. To take what is not hers, and shape it to be what she craves, whatever it takes. To snuff out the other gods, to make them her servants, it would bring her nothing but empty joy. Anu's greatest fault is that she can never find happiness, no matter what she does, no matter how hard she looks- there will always be an empty pit inside of her, and it will never be filled.

Other:

Anu is a sucker for flattery, and is a bit self entitled. Her siblings would know her to be a bit on the mad side.

Zee's Me's

Pursuit of Power

Characters

Avidan, Father of Luthra

Name: Avidan

Age: 50

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Race: Thanatos

Kingdom: Luthra

Appearance

Occupation: Father of Luthra

Personality: Actions speak louder then words, and Avidan has carried this motto throughout his entire life. Words do little to impress him or supplant him. He his a hardened man, intimidating and cruel. He cares little for others outside of the people that call Luthra home. His voice carries a grimness, a sense of dark foreboding.

History: Avidan was born into a time of chaos and uncertainty. By the age of ten, the virus was claiming victims without thought or care, but only through sheer will did he cling on to what little life offered. When the dust settled and the world ready to be claimed once more, he was one of the first to fight and kill for what he wanted. The world was a lawless place, anger and fear were rampant while people starved. Kill or be killed.

However, he was of Thanatos, death was but an old friend and one that beckoned to be joined, but Avidan wanted more in life and it was this strong will that once again kept him alive. By twenty, Avidan had made a name for himself in the land known as Luthra. Though it pained him to say it, Luthra was his home, his birthplace, and he owed it everything. The harsh environment forged him into a fierce warrior, and an even crueler man. By the time the whispers of diplomacy had entered his lands, Avidan was growing restless and the talk of picking rulers only nauseated him. Luthra did not need a King or a Queen, whatever this Mother or Father title meant, he did not like it. They were not like the other kingdoms, why should they become like them?

As such were his thoughts and feelings, he left Luthra to find them a new home, one where they could live freely and without care. Many did not wish him to leave, many were thankful he was, and others only wanted him dead. And surely wherever his journey were to take him, he would not survive. So Avidan left Luthra behind, and wandered what was left of the world for years.

On one brisk day, a now older Avidan returned to Luthra and challenged the current Father to a duel. Caring little about the rules or proper procedures, he murdered him without hesitation, while talk of his return had only just begun. He had witnessed many things on his travels, many terrible truths and now, he had taken what he had wanted by becoming the next Father. Not for him, but for his people.

Weapons: A large iron greatsword, named Cutter.

Skills:

Survival - Being born into a world that is cruel, forces one to let their basic instincts out, and Avidan is no different now then when he was a youth. He knows how to live in the world, whether through nature or people, he does whatever it takes to live.

Warrior - He knows how to fight, how to kill a man. He is no stranger to weapons and their deadly uses.

Idealist - Avidan only wants what is best for his people, and will do anything it takes to secure a future where they are powerful. His words can be both honeyed or brash, but they are not to be ignored.

Scar(s): He has riddled with scars, large and small, every part of his body has a deformity from the desert storms he was foolish enough to get caught in.

Tattoo(s): The large symbol of Luthra has been tattooed on his back.

Valeri, Princess of Primfira

"Would a snake draw attention to itself openly? No, what a silly snake that would be! It could lose its head, after all..."

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Name: Valeri Andora

Age: 21

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual

Race: Andorian

Kingdom: Primfira

Appearance: The princess is unnaturally pale, rivaling that of a blizzard on a cold winter's day. Her hair, like a cloud adrift in the heavens, soft and white as ever can be on a warm spring day. Her lips are light pink, but she wears a black lipstick to entice all those that gaze upon her, a striking feature on a pale face. While her eyes are of warm honey, playful and longing but full of intelligence.

Valeri is quite tall, just standing over 6'2". Her body is slightly skinny, with little muscle or a toned physique. Her pampered up bringing is defined in her soft skin. She has a little curvature along her waist and hips. Overall, her appearance is very inviting and exotic in her own way.

Occupation: Princess of Primfira

Personality: Valeri has a very vivacious spirit and a charming personality. Her rich voice is very soothing to listen too, and her eyes are very inviting. She likes the more pleasurable things in life, and doesn't care with who either, as she craves attention. She also enjoys the more lavish things in life, and the indulgence of parties. Valeri can be both playful and respectable when the situation calls for it. She is a good listener, and for those she deems friends, loyal. But beneath her appearance, Valeri is a very cunning girl, who craves power like a moth towards a lit candle. She can be cold at a moments notice, and is not above using others for her own gain, even friends and family though rarely. She loves secrets as much as she loves sex, as both can be used to hold sway over others. She has no love for Exodus, even if everyone else thinks the opposite.

History: Growing up, Valeri was a very melodramatic girl, always whining until she had her way. Her servants did everything and more, simply to please her and the young princess took this to heart. When she could no longer act this way, her family deeming it inappropriate, her mannerisms changed. Valeri quickly learned that she could get her way by simply being nice, respectful, and charming. If she acted mature, she found herself being treated maturely. She was smart for her age, even by Andorian standards but she kept this intelligence secret for her own reasons. She cared for little else besides being a Princess, and only cares for the beauty of nature from a distance.

As a teenager, and young adult, she developed more and more into a lovable young princess. She attended her lessons, filled herself with knowledge from books and other literature and grew in her cunning. Soon she got what she wanted because of her authority, which pleased her greatly, but also left a vacuum in which she would try to fill with more and more power. She wanted nothing more then to one day sit upon the throne and rule, for it would make her happy, but something deep down told her it would not be enough, and it pushed her further. Soon she began to take secrets that she might use upon others, for who know would suspect the bubbly princess Valeri? She slept with many people, mostly woman, even her own maids from time to time. Practicing her skills and learning all she could about people and their woes.

Her family life was much the same throughout this, she was a dutiful princess that loves her kingdom, and her family. They might even suspect what she is, or what she has done, but it doesn't bother her in the slightest. The news of the Exodus festival, that this princess was open to suitors was infuriating. Exodus had no right to wed their daughter to any other kingdom but Primfira, the only other kingdom that mattered. They would pay for this offense.

Weapons: None but her body.

Skills:

Intelligence - Valeri is very smart, and because of this, knowledgeable in many things, especially kingdom politics.

Seductress - Valeri has a way of getting what she wants, especially through seducing others. Her inviting persona is sometimes all it takes, but she does like a challenge. She does it for fun too.

Cunning - The princess has mastered her appearance of a vivacious young girl, but beneath it all she is a talented fox. She uses people for her own gain and crafts plots that have no ends. She loves playing an air headed fool.

Scar(s): Her body is flawless.

Tattoo(s): No tattoos.

Additional Information: She wears a silver chain with the insignia of Primfira.