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veenknight343Chinasa the Pallid / The Pastel Lord / The Horror of Beyza
I'am the pale shadow in your darkness,
Your unknown savior, your guiding messiah.
Estranged though I'am,
Thy will bury me in the pit,
A mystery to your frightful heart I must be.
Let me inquire, are you certain?
You will know once you see my face,
The reason for your ugly decay.
I'am fear and hope, contradiction in form.
A betrayer of betrayers.
A child of Aton
- Scarred words written on the final Pallid Child.
Description
To look on his face was to know white. To pale in comparison in all meanings of the word. The Pastel Lord was beauteous and immaculate in the eyes of the lesser. He was an angel with creeds, beliefs that drove his followers to worship him. The porcelain skin that veiled him was smooth, flawless, though without true material structure, his muscles were inhumanly lean and solid. Especially so considering he had four arms. Furless lion legs veiled with holy crimson garbs held him upright, a bare powerful tail laid its end on the ground. Chinasa was the stuff of legends and myths, though he was no taller than any other man, he loomed over all with his greatness.
Once guided by his principles and preternatural understanding of human kin, Chinasa was a victim of Eyra’s betrayal. His honorable ways were twisted, distorted and he became grim in the face of his peers. Though he sensed it long before it came, he was foolishly devoted to the People of Beyza. He vowed never to put such faith into a singular thing again, be that being or object. He was one of the first, with ire akin to molten lava and rage compared to the greatest of the children, to break his chains.
Powers
Chinasa has the power to “pale” anything in existence. To lighten its color till it is a ghostly form of white. This in turns weakens them comparatively, the closer to white they are the less they are weakened. He can also store the colors to be use in tandem with his staff and pseudo-crown. These colors can be used in malleable creations and kinetic energy. Along with these abilities are the preternatural physicality that comes with his abnormal form. His legs are his most powerful weapons, though his upper strength can be accurately compared to being five fold that of the average man.
Original Tribe
The Albino stumbled onto the immaculate, crossing paths to create clan of true white. It begun with a clan of three traveling in disdain and fear. They fell to their knees and wept, for they had never seen such beauty in the form of white. They, with the Pastel Lord in tow, returned to their tribe at the foot of one the mountains of Qayu. The name of their tribe us lost to the sands of time but Chinasa remembers finding their arguably variable tribe complex. The Albino family which he named during his trek, the people of Beyza, pleaded for him to destroy the former. He did so without a word. When survivors begged him to spare them… he did so without a word. And when they all began to worship him… he accepted them with but a singule gesture: a slow raise of the back of his hand.
The Clan of Beyza would go on to lose all color to their natural skin, turning pale and ghostly. They would paint their bodies with indiscriminate black markings and once every decade offer a child for the Pastel Lord to carve his words into. The cadavers of the children never decayed, like marble statues they would stand the tests of time on the peaks of Beyza territory. They are usually depicted in forms of praise… all except one who was brutally crucified. The people of Beyza was annihilated due to their zealous devotion to their God of All: Chinasa. Their spectral skin became a sort of prize to the wealthy.
Faction
He sided with the angels out of obligation to his people. Though refrained from interacting with them, save only the most important of gatherings. When the end of the war came and Eyra’s calling was made, Chinasa, playing his role and feeling uneasy, made a final Child of Pallid to bear his words. After his millennia in the Pit, he had been convinced that Angels were far more dangerous than Demons.
Anecdotes
Human legends speaks of Chinasa as a winter demon, though his people recalls the merciful God that spared their mistaken kin and made all in his image to both bless and punish them. His Pallid Children are also warnings about the evil in humanity and the hope that lurks in every heart. Though largely argued, a tale of Chinasa turning the territory of Beyza white are frozen in history.
Opinions
Betrayer of betrayers. She will pay for what she did to me. Her mind is no match for Chinasa the Pallid..
Who? O Kinion… the trickster. He is of no consequence to me but he makes feel queasy... as If I'm staring at a problem. A endless one.
That man… I openly despise him. He occupied the same area as me and I feared for my underwhelmed clan to challenge him. Instead I laid in obscurity on the other side, behind the billows of his banner. I resided on a lower peak, one whiter than the rest. One hidden behind his shadow.
Word of the heretical wise-bird made its way to my mountain once. I was mildly surprised. I visited his tower. Killed one of his devoted for barring me access too. Therelon… I wonder how he felt about that whenever I'm creating a Pallid Child.
He is not someone I enjoy. The way he encourages death bothers me. And I even heard from one of my followers that their child was guided away by another… one whose cloak was pure black. I will tolerate his incessant need for death. But touch my clan again and I will make him whiter than snow.
A fitting name I suppose. Though, I don't think I've met her in person. I hear soft whispers about her from time to time but that is all. I heard she's beautiful too, makes me wonder why she hides in the darkness so much.
Ash... I've never seen its true face. I'am much too young for that. I heard it was actually a she in reality. Though that was from a fleeting conversation with Kinion's clan... I think it was Kinion clan. They were awfully entertaining.
I owe him my crown. But that is all I owe him. Still it is enough for me consider him an ally... a friend in this unforgiving children's game. I know its his duty and one he performs with extreme care but its admirable to see such dedication. I asked for a item befitting of my abilities, one to make me as strong as possible. He presented me the Achromatic Crown. It has given me great strength.
I'm much too naïve to speak of Nod. I won't pretend to be able to defeat him, I've heard legends of him, bloody tales all of them. But I will not shy from him either. If Nod ever challenges me, he will find out that brute strength is but a single form of victory. Not its entirety.
Recluse as he is, he is the greatest sin walking the earth. He tricks like Kinion and has an obsession on par with Tathrus. If I ever meet him, I will put an end to him. I see the danger that he wields, I see the potential calamity that he is. He is the devil in our dreams and I will cleanse him white to ensure that pale never becomes nothingness.
A dragon in every right. He is amongst those that I wish to overcome.... What? Do I not look to be a challenger? Wan Du, Therelon, Nod, Kilgarrah; all of these Children are those that consider me weak. I'am a King, a God, a Lord. I can have no one looking down on me for one reason or another. I'm the middle ground. Kozz has given me strength and power beyond the physical and magical. I can beat them. When I think of Kilgarrah I think of fighting.
I've have never met him... though his name brings shivers to my heart. I don't think I'd enjoy his company. Not even a little.