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It is rather humorous that there are indeed four gods that could be considered gods of madness, I'll agree whole-heartily with that.
The thing about Nihil is that I made him so 'edgy' that every piece of silverware in my house is now sharp enough to cut clean through a steak. I didn't initially intend for Nihil to come out as 'dark' as he did at first, however, in hindsight, I cannot see a way to avoid this while still having him remain true to the concept I had for him.
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Here's a secret: Right now, this bio is acting as a planner for an RP I want to make.
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This place was so terribly bright, even before the others had perceived the first hint of light. This... what was it they called it? Color? Whatever it was, it disturbed Nihil. There was nothing he could weave, nothing he could do as of now, aside from brood on the recent happenings. His thoughts were scattered about the universe, with no clear point of origin. But without the ability to create, or permanently destroy, Nihil was useless. Instead of watching this foul existence come into being, Nihil attempted to revert himself back into the nothing he was borne from. That proved to be a mistake, seeing as how when he returned to this foul existence, he found himself plagued by new thoughts: thoughts reminding him of how unnatural he was, as well as how wrong it was for him to exist.
Unable, and now unwilling as well, to manipulate the newly created fabric of existence, Nihil was forced to watch as the peace he once knew was torn asunder. Balsis and his children weaved things into existence, knowingly or not destroying everything Nihil had known and held dear. It was like a bad joke, being able to understand what it is to be, and what it is to not be; and loathing the fact that you understand this. This place was loud, bright, and utterly disgusting. His thoughts took on terrible tones, and in time, perhaps they would be the source of hopelessness among many of the lesser beings.
It was not his fault that the perfect order of nothing was tainted, nor was it fault that he was formless and his thoughts scattered seemingly infinitely, thus it was not his fault that his thoughts may take root in whatever Balsis and his children had created. One of his thoughts found itself taking in all that Balsis and his children had done, and he found himself sickened by their creations. Creation was unnatural, though he was helpless to this plight.
Another of his thoughts reached out to find a place devoid of this taint, but even in the places that Balsis and his children had not yet meddled, he found it all too bright, all too loud, and all too crowded. Though the others might not realize it, even in the places they considered empty, there existed some minute trace of something, echoing on for infinity; but Nihil realized it all too well, he knew that here there was no true resemblance of the once infinite absence here.
Nihil’s hopelessness only caused more thoughts to appear. To some, they would become known as Wrath, or Sloth. But to him, it was Envy and Lust. He longed for the infinite nothing to return. Though he did not know it yet, Nihil had already been driven mad by existence. Others might not realize it either, for he was born mad into this feeble thing known as existence. The child of Balsis, Artis his name was, was chaotic and mad. But his madness was nothing like Nihil’s. Hopelessness is what it would become known as, in time. Despair. The word did not matter to Nihil. But they would call the apex of his madness Wrath, for it would manifest as hatred towards the self and loathing of existence. Nihil did not pity the poor souls who would be afflicted by it; instead he would embrace them as those whom had realized the truth.
While Nihil was the God of Absence, he would never truly embody it. He was the closest candidate, however, being able to recall true absence and the time before Balsis and his children dared to trespass the sacred absence. But it was also a title that would come to represent the absence of hope and joy that Balsis and his children’s creations would come to know, should they bear witness into the thoughts of the nihilistic and hopeless being. Perhaps one day, should he manage to undo creation and existence, then he would be able to return to that original state of Absence, and truly be the God of Absence. But until that day, he would take on a much more passive role, watching as his thoughts slowly twisted and contorted the very essence of hope into nothing more than a hopelessness that consumed the minds of those lacking the will to ignore it.
Unable, and now unwilling as well, to manipulate the newly created fabric of existence, Nihil was forced to watch as the peace he once knew was torn asunder. Balsis and his children weaved things into existence, knowingly or not destroying everything Nihil had known and held dear. It was like a bad joke, being able to understand what it is to be, and what it is to not be; and loathing the fact that you understand this. This place was loud, bright, and utterly disgusting. His thoughts took on terrible tones, and in time, perhaps they would be the source of hopelessness among many of the lesser beings.
It was not his fault that the perfect order of nothing was tainted, nor was it fault that he was formless and his thoughts scattered seemingly infinitely, thus it was not his fault that his thoughts may take root in whatever Balsis and his children had created. One of his thoughts found itself taking in all that Balsis and his children had done, and he found himself sickened by their creations. Creation was unnatural, though he was helpless to this plight.
Another of his thoughts reached out to find a place devoid of this taint, but even in the places that Balsis and his children had not yet meddled, he found it all too bright, all too loud, and all too crowded. Though the others might not realize it, even in the places they considered empty, there existed some minute trace of something, echoing on for infinity; but Nihil realized it all too well, he knew that here there was no true resemblance of the once infinite absence here.
Nihil’s hopelessness only caused more thoughts to appear. To some, they would become known as Wrath, or Sloth. But to him, it was Envy and Lust. He longed for the infinite nothing to return. Though he did not know it yet, Nihil had already been driven mad by existence. Others might not realize it either, for he was born mad into this feeble thing known as existence. The child of Balsis, Artis his name was, was chaotic and mad. But his madness was nothing like Nihil’s. Hopelessness is what it would become known as, in time. Despair. The word did not matter to Nihil. But they would call the apex of his madness Wrath, for it would manifest as hatred towards the self and loathing of existence. Nihil did not pity the poor souls who would be afflicted by it; instead he would embrace them as those whom had realized the truth.
While Nihil was the God of Absence, he would never truly embody it. He was the closest candidate, however, being able to recall true absence and the time before Balsis and his children dared to trespass the sacred absence. But it was also a title that would come to represent the absence of hope and joy that Balsis and his children’s creations would come to know, should they bear witness into the thoughts of the nihilistic and hopeless being. Perhaps one day, should he manage to undo creation and existence, then he would be able to return to that original state of Absence, and truly be the God of Absence. But until that day, he would take on a much more passive role, watching as his thoughts slowly twisted and contorted the very essence of hope into nothing more than a hopelessness that consumed the minds of those lacking the will to ignore it.
DancingEagle said
An interesting premise, and can be a good contrast to the (mostly) morally good Gods around here. If you accept that you may be put on trial (or instantly banished to The Underworld if you piss off Balsis enough), which should be a no-brainer, then this character is pretty much in.
Seeing as how that is what I intended from the get-go, I'll gladly push Nihil into directions that may or may not see him banished to the underworld.
An artistic representation depicting Nihil
Appearance:
Despite what many believe, Nihil takes on no true form, instead appearing to all who witness it as naught but a voice. Despite this, many artists have attempted to associate something with this voice, carving statues that are little more than pieces of art depicting wild and alien creatures. Many artists have described Nihil as an all-consuming darkness.
In reality, Nihil appears as nothing but a distant and far off voice to most. However, the observant may be able to note that there are in fact, multiple voices, each whispering strung out and scattered thoughts of Nihil. Sadly, these voices are very quiet; though this might actually be a good thing, seeing as how following these strings of thought end with statements full of hopeless beliefs and hopes of existence reverting back into that state of nothing.
Those that have heard the voices of Nihil tend to describe his voice as one that is neither feminine nor masculine, but instead bestial and hopeless. This confusion has led to most referring to Nihil as a malevolent masculine figure.
Abilities:
Most of Nihil’s abilities are strange, closer to introducing concepts and ideas than actual abilities he is able to use on a whim; it is for this reason that Nihil is sometimes considered the patron of philosophers. These concepts and ideas tend to take root immediately in the minds of lesser beings, though it is not impossible to resist them. The following few abilities are the ones that actively and directly do something, though they tend to serve as fertilizer for his twisted and nihilistic ideals.
Logical Fallacy
The act of trying to wrap one’s mind around the fact that Nihil is, at all times, a logical fallacy, tends to drive most beings into a state of madness. Fellow deities seem to be not entirely immune to this, though they are not driven into a state of madness, or nearly even close. The effect Nihil’s constant state of logical fallacy has on fellow deities is, for all intents and purposes, a short-term confusion that happens maybe once or twice every eon.
Unmake
Despite what many would have you believe, Nihil, as literal nothingness made animate, is incapable of effecting reality directly in a large amount of ways. However, he is able to unmake the mind and will of a person by showing them, for the briefest of moments, the briefest idea of what it would be like to return to that state of nothing. This is usually enough to unmake a person, though the effects of this vary widely.
Undone
Nihil recalls in all-too vivid detail the “tainting of perfection” and shows this memory to his victim. While doing this may result in nothing, it may also result in creating a nihilistic being that renounces existence and creation.
Disorder
Nihil makes the entirety of his thoughts known to his victim, causing mass confusion and sometimes leading to madness among lesser beings.
Revert
One of the few powerful abilities Nihil actually has, this reverts a very small portion of reality into… nothing… temporarily that is. Nihil tends not to do this, however, as he will consume that thing’s “memories”, causing Nihil to be bound even further to existence, seeing as how he will come to understand that thing in the most primal and raw way possible. The only time Nihil used this was on himself. It worked for a few brief moments before he popped back into reality and found himself understanding just exactly how illogical it was for him to be animate.
Personality & Personality Flaws:
As literal nothingness made animate, Nihil is a very flawed being, exhibiting many oddities about him.
To begin with, Nihil finds himself constantly locked in a state of logical fallacy; he should not exist and yet he does, he is nothing yet he is something, and so on and so forth. This leads to very perplex and far-out thoughts surfacing from Nihil, as well as the high risk of madness many lesser beings face when bearing witness to Nihil.
Nihil is a nihilistic entity, one that seeks to undo creation. This means that Nihil paints Balsis in disgusting light, both for bringing him into creation and undoing the perfect order that was nothing. These beliefs lead to many confrontations with the other gods.
One thing worth noting about Nihil is that he refuses to acknowledge Balsis as a leader or father, instead seeing him as an unnatural herald of chaos and distorter of order. He views all other gods in the same light, believing them to be unnatural. In fact, he views everything as unnatural, especially himself, granted he is literal nothing made animate.
As literal nothing made animate, the thoughts of Nihil are complicated to understand, recalling the peace and order that was present (or rather, was not present) before Balsis and his children destroyed all that was sacred to him. Because he is literal nothing made animate, he recalls in perfect detail what it was like to… not exist. He loathes existence and creation, believing it to be a very unfortunate accident that he hopes to one day ultimately undo.
Nihil absolutely loathes his followers. To him, they are mocking his very being, preaching that which they are incapable of understanding. While he’s all for breaking a person and turning them into a nihilist, his followers take their nihilism a little too seriously, occasionally committing mass cult suicides. It is because of these reasons that Nihil has very few followers. He instead focuses more on turning followers away from the other gods.
Nihil, despite his best efforts, thinks a lot. His thoughts are his only possessions, though they are there against his will. When he forgets something, it seems to slowly crawl back into his unwanted mind, aggravating him to no end. A strange side-effect of this means that he gets frustrated when he forgets something, which is quite the pickle, seeing as he forgets everything at some point, only to remember it later.
Post in the IC and I'll tell ya whether or not I made it out.
deadpixel101 said
Waifu and Husbando wars going on now. Let's be serious though. All of the cast is great. But Squigly and Peacock are top fucking tier.
I'll say that Peacock is great.
Squigly's aight, too, aside from Leviathan.
Hate that guy.
Always talkin' trash to Samson.
Samson (and by extension, Filia too, since she's his host and all that jazz) is the best.
deadpixel101 said YEEH SKULLGIRLS. RIGHT OFF THE BAT GOTTA SAY SQUIGLY IS MY FAV.
Misread "bat" as "beat"; expected Big Band.
I think you'll find that the best four are actually Samson (and I guess Filia too, by extension), Big Band, Cerebella, and Double.
SilverDawn said
I'd do this, and probably get Poophole Knobmuffin to join me.
Poophole Knobmuffin, checking in.
It frightened him! The light! It frightened him! What was that? Terrible! Terrible! Fear had set in on Akal, as he panicked at the sudden increase in brightness. The light, it had hurt his eyes. Though they were unable to see it, Akal knew that the active personalities lurking within him had sensed it, perhaps they had watched it leak out of Akal’s own personality? And though he was unable to perceive it, he somehow knew that the dormant personalities were jolted into a state of activity by the strange phenomenon. With a single voice, they screamed out, frightening Akal even further. The noise hurt him, causing him to fall back to that damned void within him.
He saw nothing, heard nothing, smelled nothing, felt nothing, and most importantly tasted nothing. The infinite void had consumed him once again, at least for a few moments. As he struggled to climb out of that pit of absence, he felt repulsed by what he was able to perceive in that absence. Most brooded, angrily. They were unhappy; disgusted with the fate that has befallen them. They each longed for something, mostly freedom. But those wise enough to realize that freedom may never be in their grasp, they longed for an end.
That disgusted Akal. Managing to push through the horde of disgusting voices once again, Akal retained control, this time finding himself lost inside of a mazelike series of back alleys. Maybe it wasn’t actually mazelike, but instead perceived this way due to the sudden shock of getting all of his senses back. But, regardless of whatever the truth was, Akal’s body had been running before it came to a sudden stop and plopped down on his rump. That’s when he did the only thing he could think of doing.
Akal began to wail like a child separated from his mother and lost within a large crowd. Wailing and clearly upset, Akal even began to kick his legs and thrash his arms about. He was, for all intents and purposes, throwing a temper tantrum. It was very obviously loud, but Akal did not know how he should react beyond doing this. His legs kicked and thrashed and he punched the nearest wall. In protest, a thousand voices shouted in his mind, crying out along with him. Damn that light, and damn its owner.
Trouble, headed Inull’s way. He often noticed people approaching him and this one was no special case. Standing to his full height, which was actually rather tall and broad, Inull gave an overly-friendly wave to the “trouble”. Beneath his helm, however, Inull’s face contorted with a hint of caution. Taking a short step back, he bumped into the shrine, causing it to shake a bit. Turning quickly around to face the shrine, his hand darted down and stabilized it. He let loose a small sigh of relief, turning only his head back towards this “trouble”. Of course, it was not named “trouble”. It was what appeared to Inull to be a woman whom had cast a glance at his shrine. He did not often take kindly to strangers looking at the shrine, mostly due to his own consideration of the shrine as a naked part of his body. While he understood that it would draw glances on occasion, he still disliked it, especially while conscious of it.
This thought caused the Templar to move slightly in front of the shrine, attempting to cover it like a leaf covers a naked man. While his back was still turned away from this stranger, his head was still turned towards them, measuring every one of their steps with a cautious nature. Each time the stranger drew closer, he would adjust his posture, trying to appear as intimidating as possible. He also prepared a speech about his faith, in case he would get the opportunity to use it.
He half-wished that he could place a hand on the hilt of his greatsword without drawing attention, but he had seen the Royal Guard in action. It was an understatement to claim that it was beautiful. Inull had greatly admired the swiftness they had dealt with the problem which had arisen and hoped that they would deal with any future problems in the same way. His free hand, instead of grasping the hilt of his blade, hung limply without any purpose at his side. The slight wind in the air caused his banner to flap almost silently, evidence of his allegiance and pride to said allegiance. It was amusing, really, Inull was faithful to a fault. He knew not his gods or where he placed his allegiances, and yet he still blindly believed that he was, for lack of a better word, right. Still, the Templar watched the stranger approach, his head tilted in the same direction. It was impossible to tell if he was staring or not, due to the fact that his helmet concealed his eyes, one could assume that he was though. As he stood there, he debated walking away with shrine in tow, or staying. This internal debate caused him to choose the latter, due to the fact that he froze in place while thinking about it. This was not a big problem, in his mind, considering that he had practically nothing to fear from the stranger aside from incessant questioning.
This thought caused the Templar to move slightly in front of the shrine, attempting to cover it like a leaf covers a naked man. While his back was still turned away from this stranger, his head was still turned towards them, measuring every one of their steps with a cautious nature. Each time the stranger drew closer, he would adjust his posture, trying to appear as intimidating as possible. He also prepared a speech about his faith, in case he would get the opportunity to use it.
He half-wished that he could place a hand on the hilt of his greatsword without drawing attention, but he had seen the Royal Guard in action. It was an understatement to claim that it was beautiful. Inull had greatly admired the swiftness they had dealt with the problem which had arisen and hoped that they would deal with any future problems in the same way. His free hand, instead of grasping the hilt of his blade, hung limply without any purpose at his side. The slight wind in the air caused his banner to flap almost silently, evidence of his allegiance and pride to said allegiance. It was amusing, really, Inull was faithful to a fault. He knew not his gods or where he placed his allegiances, and yet he still blindly believed that he was, for lack of a better word, right. Still, the Templar watched the stranger approach, his head tilted in the same direction. It was impossible to tell if he was staring or not, due to the fact that his helmet concealed his eyes, one could assume that he was though. As he stood there, he debated walking away with shrine in tow, or staying. This internal debate caused him to choose the latter, due to the fact that he froze in place while thinking about it. This was not a big problem, in his mind, considering that he had practically nothing to fear from the stranger aside from incessant questioning.
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