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"...You should run while you can" Name:Sable Alderman
Race:Human
God:Tiamat
Appearance:His height is 5'11". Underneath the mask, he has piercing yellow eyes.
Personality:Quiet and ruthless, Sable has developed a solitary personality. He is stoic and in a noble-way knightly towards the general populace. He's also cordial and mannerly when needed. Which falls in line with his habit of observing the world without his influence. He searches to understand the world around him and knowing Tiamat's influence, he often seeks solitude to pique his unending curiosity. Despite wanting space from Tiamat at times, she triggers irregular responses from him. His quick to anger when it comes to her, eager to please, and oddly enough, happy when in her presence. He's so used to being alone in fact, not counting Tiamat, that he's awkward around others and a tad afraid of deep socialization. This explains his constant exploration alone.
Backstory:Bound to a fate far too close to chaos, Sable was destined to walk a path of loss. A path paved not only with the bodies of his loved ones but also with complete strangers. For a long time he wondered why he had awoken in the Dungeons, surrounded by the bodies of merchants he hadn't known. Being observed by Tiamat on a boulder, a glimmer in her deadened eyes. She guided him out the Dungeon, unusual considering Gods were just as vulnerable as humans and she had no weapons.She gave him the name Sable and ushered him to grow stronger, so that he could be of use to her.
That being the state of things, Tiamat has held off on acquiring anymore Familia and Sable has delved into the dungeons with a feverish compulsion to grow stronger. Many has died sharing his path, whether it be because of weakness or lack of strategy is unknown. He does his best to not think about it.
Skills:Overwhelming Chaos - Sable intimidates those around him for a split-second.
Magic:None.
Equipment:[UNIQUE] Obsidian Skull Mask
Basic Dark Medium Armour
Iron Greatsword
Leather Boots
Stats:STR: D
END: F+
DEX: E
AGI: D+
INT: G-
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"Gods you're all dumb. But at least I get to sow some chaos while I'm here." Name:Tiamat
Personality:Tiamat neglects to understand the point of being cordial with others. She blunt and brash, consistently ridiculing the futility of impersonating humanity. She's a stout dissenter in the choice for the Gods to descend. Which puts her and her machinations in a place of hypocrisy. Because of her once-lofty status amongst the Gods, she's arrogant and needlessly domineering. Hiding her intensive insecurities and shaken pride behind her cool facade. In private she can have huge tantrums, which are often only quelled by the assurance of her manipulations or her Familia. She has taken strict yet caring approach to those few people she's chosen to join her Familia, often revealing her bias nature for them.
She loves those that can provide her with some form of anarchic entertainment and knowledge. And manages to interact with the other Gods and Goddess in short bursts, usually bursts that are filled with snide comments, humorous death threats, and unflinching confidence.
Reputation:Tiamat is new to the scene, however, many of the Gods has recognize her good deeds within the chaos. The hard decisions that results in a good outcome. At the moment she's started a bar known as Tiamat's Cradle. The perfect place to stir chaos while putting a smile on everyone face.
Power Level:At the moment Tiamat has a Familia consisting of three people. They are not really known but Tiamat seems to have plans for that.