Tendo

And The Gods All Fell [4 Spots Open]

"Here ya go, Mister! After all it's nearly Christmas! Do you like Christmas? I love it! There's snow! And-and hot chocolate, and presents! Oh I love presents! Aren't presents wonderful, Mister?"

Brontes looked at him for a moment, it was truly nice to see Amare again with his always positive demeanor. That awfully big smile and his bubbly attitude as if there was nothing wrong with the whole of existence. He should have expected that he wouldn't recognize him, after all the form he currently had wasn't even close to the form he used on Earth back in the old days before the Fall, this one was rough and old and scarred, a form he created after he betrayed everyone, full of overwhelming feelings of wrath and sadness.

Wrath towards the Gods who had mistreated Humanity since the day of its creation and sadness because he had probably ruined his chances for a life full of people who cared about Death himself.

"Christmas is nice I guess. Any day involving presents is nice, presents make people happy and happy people are great, don't you think so too?"

Amare can not help but blink at that and smile. Yes, yes presents are fantastic things. He can still remember the day when Brontes introduced him to the idea of birthdays, simply because he loved getting presents so much. There is now a sadness in his eyes as he thinks of The Lonely God he once knew so well. Yes, presents are great. Amare should know- he's gotten a lot of them from Brontes. Though perhaps the best present of all was Bronte's constant companionship. Even when Amare grew up and was more of a party boy than the sweet child he used to be. Brontes was always there for him.

"Yeah...presents are great." He decided, still trying his best to be chipper, before sounding unusally mature "However I think the best present of all is having someone else by your side."

"Yeah, I think I know what you mean. I had such a person once, what you'd call a friend but I betrayed him. He would always be my side and I will always be by his but I chose Earth over him. I didn't really understand it back then but he was... he was actually the most human of my kind. Prone to mistakes yet always willing to do anything to see me happy. Selfish yet selfless at the same time... Ah, I've started to ramble."

Brontes took a few steps back and pulled his teddy bear from inside his dirty coat.

"Listen, I don't think that I have a lot of time, I want to give you this." he said as he presented the raggedy toy to him. "A really special person gave it to me and I have this really crazy idea that I would like you to have it, an early Christmas present."

And The Gods All Fell [4 Spots Open]

"Do you speak for the dead, old man?"

The men in front of him kept laughing as their obvious leader kept kicking Brontes in the gut. The God of the Dead, Dying and Lost didn't bother to let blood out or yell, he was too tired for that, only waited for them to grow bored of hitting a homeless man. After all, he did strike first by telling the young boy not to ride his bike tonight or he'd die on the road like his parents. They shocked the young man, his words, and let it all out through violence, the easy way.

"Come on, you'll kill him!" one of the girls yelled. She'd survive this phase of her life and grow up to be a respected wife in a good marriage with two beautiful twins only to fall victim a few days before her 49th birthday to a drunk driver. She'd die happy though and for some reason, Brontes at that moment decided that he'd be there in her last moments, he'd tell her of her kids and the way they'd live and just how loving her memory would be.

When the hits finally stopped, Brontes raised his head a bit, to look at the boy, now sweaty and with hate all over his face and soul. He'd kill one day, this one.

A few minutes later they left and Brontes picked himself up, didn't bother with his dusty clothes but carefully picked up a small plastic bag he had placed his body over in order to protect. There was a childish toy inside, a teddy bear belonging to a 4 year old boy named Oyu who would die of hunger in a few minutes. It was one of the finest gifts Brontes had ever been given and he would gladly let loose the Dead if that meant protecting his treasure. After all, Oyu's sister had made it for him before the soldiers took her away and in his tender age he had associated it with her so for such a young mind to do something so noble, Brontes was at a loss for words when he accepted the gift.

He got up, bag in hand and entered the busy street, the sky almost completely hidden by concrete and steel. The people passing all around him made an effort to not look at him or touch him at all, in other words not to acknowledge what in their eyes looked like another example of where their civilization failed. I am busy some told themselves. He should find a job. the rest and only one for every ten cast a glance towards him as if apologizing or showing sympathy, Brontes couldn't tell. Or he didn't want to.

He kept walking, he wasn't there without a reason. All around him lives and their endings, he could see it all and the fact that some of them had hours or days left was overwhelming. If only they knew.

A little girl waved at him and he waved back, smiling. Children were the only reason he hadn't gone completely mad these past 7,000 years. Mortal children and a certain boy, infatuated with Art and Music and everything cute. Amare had been the only of his kind that Brontes wholeheartedly trusted. Loved, some could say but he, the Seeker of the Lost, wasn't sure that he could love. Love meant putting others before yourself in his mind and so far he didn't have the chance to find out whether he could except from his Betrayal.

He stood against a wall behind a stall and pulled his treasure out of the bag, feeling its rough texture and knowing that it would be garbage to every single man or woman in this city. To be honest, it was made out of garbage in one of the poorest regions of the world but it was made as a gift and gifts are sacred.

Brontes looked at him, beaming as he drank his chocolate, his new had proudly sitting on his head. He didn't notice him, obviously. How would you notice someone you hadn't seen for a few thousand years? He started walking towards him, his usual confident stride now replaced by short, anxious steps.

He had betrayed him and betrayal always carries a price. Did he understand why? Did Amare know why he never contacted him in 7,000 years, why he never spoke of his plan?

Of course he did. he told himself and that thought calmed him. He shouldn't underestimate his only friend, he had proved his worth many times.

He kept walking until he was within an arm's reach when he remembered Oyu whose time had come. He put on a soft smile and took care of him before grabbing Amare's shoulder.

"A penny for the dead?" he whispered, barely holding back a huge smile. He was overjoyed to see his old pal after so long.

Thousands of miles away, a 4-year old boy was dying in the arms of his sister, happy, not feeling hungry anymore. She sang to Oyu of the man in black, sitting on top of a grand tower in the middle of the Underdark and of his deeds. She was a spirit, a ghost you might say but she was there, beside him as he was taking his last few breaths.

They both smiled for the last time on Earth and in a busy street, the man in black smiled too.

And The Gods All Fell [4 Spots Open]

Brontes

Name
Brontes

Also known as
Father Death, Seeker of Lost Souls, the Betrayer.

Age
Unknown

God Status
God of the Underworld, the Dead, the Dying & the Lost.

Personality
Brontes is way calmer and easy-going these days than the time before his betrayal. He seeks the simple pleasures in life, a generous smile, a loving look, things like that which he treasures. That doesn't mean that he is now a saint though, he might have challenged every God by imprisoning them on Earth for the sake of humanity yet he doesn't hesitate to affect the life of a truly bad man just enough so that he dies and is welcomed into the Underworld where he will pay for his sins. Other than that, Brontes doesn't feel lonely anymore, or sad. In fact he doesn't feel much at all, he grew tired of feelings and decided to shut them all out in a desperate effort to keep his sanity intact. Being alone and hated by everyone isn't easy after all.

Parent(s)
Time

Sexuality
Pansexual

Form on Earth
Being a shapeshifter, Brontes usually appears as a rough looking middle-aged man or a well dressed dandy

True Form


Powers
•Shapeshifter: Brontes can shapeshift into anything mortal, be it man or animal, insect or even a cell inside an organism.
•Death Incarnate: Power over death, like granting death or making someone live forever. His power, as decreed long before Time itself existed, only exists over anything and anyone mortal.
•Last Rite: Brontes can grant a single wish to anyone recently dead, dying or to die soon.

Weapon/Attribute
The Key: A rusty silver key, used to access the Gates of the Underworld and other countless locked or hidden parts of the realm including the mysterious Underdark, the heart of Brontes's kingdom. It can also grant access to everything, from a door to a man's heart, dreams or even future.

History (Pre-Earth bound)
Being the son of the ever-existing Chaos and brother of the chaotic Ernestine, one would expect that the Lord of Death would be way closer to his kind yet Brontes never really cared about Earth, Heaven and anything in between, mortal or not. He refused any contact with the other Gods and in turn they didn't bother with him. He kept himself locked inside his Underworld which he shaped according to his thoughts and feelings ; a few parts beautiful, a few horrible but every part of it carrying a certain melancholy, unnoticed by almost all but always there.

He was done forming the Gates and the infinite Halls of the Dead within a thousand years and after that he formed the Sinner's Maze, a labyrinth continuously supplied with the darkest souls in the Underworld with each one facing its worst fear, the mysterious Underdark, the part of his realm where no one has set foot but himself, and the Travelling Woods, a thick forest which cannot be found unless he wishes to and also happens to be his home in the Underworld.

However, each passing century made him more bitter towards the living and their petty lives, soon starting to punish them for fun, killing thousands without reason but to witness their lament, feel their sorrow and share his with them, sending away his ever present sadness through pain. In other words he made them suffer in order to ease his own suffering and feel as if he had something in common with others, even useless humans. Eventually, Brontes took an interest in humans and their short lives which they filled with as many memories as they could as if they knew that the Underworld and eternity awaited them. He turned his hate into love and left his realm for that of the mortals, spending a thousand years by their side, holding a starved man's hand in his last few moments or giving a mother a dream of her still born child, roaming his kingdom. However, soon the gift of immortality turned out to be a curse as Brontes saw humans he had bonded with die and turn to ash only to be replaced by others who in turn did the same. A vicious cycle of death, he practically was the reason he was alone.

He never told them of his nature, they knew it all too well, far better than his own blood. Some could tell that he wasn't human, most not but they all were so terribly important in his eyes, each one a story yet to finish. And then some God would appear and drown a village for fun or forcibly bed someone, leading to needless suffering.

And he was patient, no one can deny that. Countless centuries he kept believing that they would change, that his kind would eventually mature into protectors of the Earth and its people but to no avail. Then he decided to take matters in his own hands and remind everyone why Brontes was a name that brought fear even to immortal hearts.

He would imprison every single God on Earth, right next to his precious humans, forcing them to watch their struggles and hopefully reach the same conclusion he reached. Yet fate, wouldn't let him do that just yet as the moment he set foot in his realm, he knew of the two invaders, Thalliana and Amare and rage consumed him. He set out on his own, the Underworld itself tearing itself apart due to his wrath, eager to throw the two Gods in the darkest pit of his prison for eternity. He didn't though and the reason for that was the young Amare, a child compared to him yet a teacher for he showed him the meaning of sacrifice by offering himself as prisoner in exchange for Thalliana's freedom. Brontes accepted, intrigued by the young God and that was the day he made his first friend, someone who Brontes would always look out for. And in his mind, Amare was worth the effort, worth the disapproving looks and words Brontes knew he would get if he left the Underworld, worth it just because this youngling kept visiting him despite Moon's orders, breaking the monotony of Brontes's days and making him believe that perhaps etermity as the God of Death wasn't as bad as he thought.

Amare eventually left though, under Moon's direct order and the God of the Underworld was free to put his plan into motion, despite the fact that Amare too would be trapped on Earth. While he didn't even blink when locking the Gates of Heaven, Brontes almost cleansed a small island in the Pacific of life when he thought about Amare and how betrayed he would feel. After all, that young God had kept visiting him in the Underworld despite Moon's orders, proving that his friendship wasn't a ruse and earning Brontes's trust but he convinced himself that it was the sacrifice he would have to make for the sake of humanity.

Brontes didn't hesitate at all when he used his Key to lock the Gates of Heaven with the help of a broken fragment of a trapped God perhaps much older than everyone he knew, after banishing all Gods from the Heavens. After that, he locked the Gates of the Underworld too and disappeared among the mortals, laughing at those forming armies to look for him when he was all around them, on every deathbed and each hospital.

History (Post-Earth bound)

After locking down Heaven, Brontes spent his every day helping the dead or dying in their hour of need, countless broken humans searching for someone to give them hope in their final moments while watching the fallen Gods and how they adapted to life on Earth.

In 2015, he decided that it was time to return and possibly fix his relationship with his family, starting from Amare who he hoped understood just why he had acted the way he did. Once that was done, he would go on and complete the final part of his plan which would change everything about Gods and mortals.

Motive
Brontes is currently looking to make amends with his ''family'', the Gods he betrayed thousands of years ago. You'll ask why now and the answer to that is that he's planning something big for himself, something that could possibly give him a way to kill someone who cannot die.

And The Gods All Fell [4 Spots Open]

Hey y'all, let's have fun! Brontes character sheet is almost done.

And The Gods All Fell

Very interested in this! I saw that the God of the Underworld is up for grabs. I would like to take that role, unless you have something different in mind.

EDIT: Just saw @ActRaiserTheReturned's post, I can always work on a different God if you want.

One Piece: Blighted Seas and Thundering Skies

Alright, I see, good thing then that there are some interested in joining this. In other news, our post will soon be ready.

One Piece: Blighted Seas and Thundering Skies

Any news from Aldridge?

One Piece: Blighted Seas and Thundering Skies

Question: The "Vice you better be nearby or I'm gonna...Die." line of Fukubei is his thought or his message on the Den Den Mushi?

Ten-Dom

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Hello everyone and welcome to One Piece: Anarchy! This roleplay is gonna be -obviously- based on the japanese manga and anime by the wonderful Eichiro Oda. I have been preparing this for quite some time since OP roleplays have somewhat of a curse on them, rarely ever surviving the first crucial month but hopefully this one will make the cut. At least, I promise to give it my best shot.

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This roleplay will begin 12 years* after the battle that shook the world, the final confrontation where the Strawhats and all their allies stood against the World Government, the Marines and Blackbeard along with his own allies. Now, standing against one of these forces would be an extremely difficult task but standing against all three?
Suicide.
Luffy and Co. were utterly defeated thus ending the Great Pirate Era and giving birth to the Era of Justice where the ranks of the Navy flourished with thousands of new recruits who saw the fall of the Strawhats and all their allies, the World Government tightened its grip throughout the world now that there wasn't anyone willing to stand against it as well as honored its deal with Blackbeard and gave him -practically- full control over all the Blues, a price even the Marines considered too steep yet

^{*Four years after Ace's death meaning a total of 16 years past the current OP timeline.}

The Last Subjects (High-Casual) (Full)

Yeah, apparently I don't really have the time these days to post as regularly as this roleplay demands and I'd hate to hold you guys up so I'll be withdrawing. Do have fun.