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Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

I am back from my 'vacation'and ready to post. Van Kurr has ben added to the character tab. If anyone has something I definitely need to be updated on, please tell me. I'll try to read all the posts in the last week or so, but just help me out a little bit.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

Van Kurr, God of Oceans

Name: Primarily he goes by Van Kurr.

Domain: Oceans.

Appearance:

Realm: Obviously all oceans are his domain, but his realm specifically lies at the sea floor to the west of the mainland. It looks like a stone village, ancient and drowning. Appropriately, it's where his chosen drowned live. At the center of the village lies a tall building of worship, where the drowned go to pray and where Kurr finds residence. However, some say this isn't his true realm. Some say that, with the blessing of Van Kurr, a living man or another god can access the portal in the prayerplace in his village and lead to his true home - the Silent Sea. The Silent Sea's entrance leads to a small island in a realm where there is a calm, dark blue water as far as the eye can see. The sky is at a permanent sunset. On the island is a small hut made of wood. The gentle lapping of small waves at the edge of the island, the beautiful view, the peace of the Silent Sea could be paradise, unless, of course, you looked underwater, where it seemed you could see for miles, miles and miles of drowned corpses with eyes that followed you. Kurr calls them the holy dead, his chosen people. And, from the vacant smiles on their faces, maybe they truly do enjoy their oblivious unlife.

Biography: Van Kurr has been around for a long time. He is simultaneously greedy and complacent with the status quo. He is fine feeding off the drowned mortals and doomed sailors. Kurr thinks of himself as a patient man- he believes the oceans will eventually reclaim the land. He almost exclusively talks with his chosen drowned and uses them as his troops out to the real world, as their status as effectively undead creatures makes them very tough and savage.  His favorite drowned is a man named Logyn who serves faithfully by Kurr's side. Kurr is almost sentimental for some of his drowned, considering them his friends. Kurr has no desire to claim the land, but nonetheless sends drowned out to irritate his siblings or to claim a treasure he finds interesting. Kurr enjoys being cruel for little to no reason.

Notes: Misc: The drowned servants of Van Kurr look like regular people, except drowned, of course. They are constantly dripping with water, no matter how far from the oceans they are. Very tough, and still mostly intelligent.

"Put that on my Tabula."

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Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

Here's my idea for another god.

Van Kurr, God of Oceans

Name: Primarily he goes by Van Kurr.

Domain: Oceans.

Appearance:

Realm: Obviously all oceans are his domain, but his realm specifically lies at the sea floor to the west of the mainland. It looks like a stone village, ancient and drowning. Appropriately, it's where his chosen drowned live. At the center of the village lies a tall building of worship, where the drowned go to pray and where Kurr finds residence. However, some say this isn't his true realm.

Some say that, with the blessing of Van Kurr, a living man or another god can access the portal in the prayerplace in his village and lead to his true home - the Silent Sea. The Silent Sea's entrance leads to a small island in a realm where there is a calm, dark blue water as far as the eye can see. The sky is at a permanent sunset. On the island is a small hut made of wood. The gentle lapping of small waves at the edge of the island, the beautiful view, the peace of the Silent Sea could be paradise, unless, of course, you looked underwater, where it seemed you could see for miles, miles and miles of drowned corpses with eyes that followed you. Kurr calls them the holy dead, his chosen people. And, from the vacant smiles on their faces, maybe they truly do enjoy their oblivious unlife.

Biography: Van Kurr has been around for a long time. He is simultaneously greedy and complacent with the status quo. He is fine feeding off the drowned mortals and doomed sailors. Kurr thinks of himself as a patient man- he believes the oceans will eventually reclaim the land. He almost exclusively talks with his chosen drowned and uses them as his troops out to the real world, as their status as effectively undead creatures makes them very tough and savage.  His favorite drowned is a man named Logyn who serves faithfully by Kurr's side. Kurr is almost sentimental for some of his drowned, considering them his friends. Kurr has no desire to claim the land, but nonetheless sends drowned out to irritate his siblings or to claim a treasure he finds interesting. Kurr enjoys being cruel for little to no reason.

Notes:

Misc:
The drowned servants of Van Kurr look like regular people, except drowned, of course. They are constantly dripping with water, no matter how far from the oceans they are. Very tough, and still mostly intelligent.

"Put that on my Tabula."

On that note, I'm probably going to be away for a while, but I'll finally get down another post when I'm back.

Secrets

Casper James

___________________

Friday, June 1st.

"Yeah. Yeah. Mm-hm. That late? Well, I guess you won't get any dinner," Casper said, as if dinner was something important instead of a generic brand of spaghetti with no sauce.

Ian was going to be having a late night, it seemed. Ian had woken up early to get to his shift at the hospital, a short shift, but on the other hand, he also had class in the afternoon. It looked like he wouldn't be home til late.

Casper would never admit it, but he missed Ian on days like this, where he would be away for basically all day. Ian was basically his brother (though once he had been something... more, for a brief time), and Casper loved him more than anyone else. Of course, considering his lack of real family, or even many friends, this didn't necessarily say much. Still, it's the thought that counts.

Speaking of family...

Casper glanced out of the window to his left. The Reeses' house. The poor Reeses.

Casper didn't pity them, or at least so he told himself, but he did feel sorry for them. And he had heard what had happened to their mother (small town, after all). His mind felt darker just thinking about it. Instinctively he looked down from the window to the floor. The Reeses were nice people, certainly nicer than some other people in Casper's life. He shouldn't be thinking such thoughts about them.

"What? Oh, yeah," Casper said. He had accidentally ignored Ian for a second there.

"You feeling okay?" Ian said, in that special voice of his that gave Casper goosebumps. Ian asked if Casper was okay a lot, which Casper A) liked because it showed Ian cared, and B) disliked because it made him feel like a child who needed to be cared for. 

Still, Casper smiled and said into the phone, "Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay. See you in some hours, hmm?"

Ian responded with an affirmative and a 'now don't do anything stupid while I'm gone, Casper'. Ian was such a parental friend.

Casper stepped outside to the porch, rolling up his long sleeves, just in time to catch some kid - on second glance, one of the Reeses, Robin - skateboard off, being his usual Robin self. Well, in his head he said kid; Robin wasn't much younger than Casper. Casper found his mind wandering again; he remembered someone who had been rebellious like the Reese boy. His name had been Anton, and Casper had been almost as close to him as he was with Ian. And then Anton had -

Casper grimaced for half a second, then took his phone out. He had better things to think about. And, of course, the first thing he sees is a news article on the disappearance of the Reese father and child. Casper put his music on shuffle then put his phone next to him on the chair arm. Well, Ian was out and Casper didn't exactly have many friends, so here he was, sitting on the porch, listening to music and letting his mind wander. Today was going to be a long day.

Secrets

Casper James

Name
Casper ‘Cassie’ James

Birthday
March/15/1997

Age
21

Appearance


136 lbs.
Has a small scar below his right eye. It makes for a good conversation starter.

Position
Neighbor to the right. He only barely afforded the house with the help of his best friend who lives with him (and a not insubstantial donation from his best friend’s parents).

Secret
Public Secret - Homosexual. Not flamboyant or even obviously gay, but he is very gay.
Private Secret - Hush.

School
He does not.

Occupation
He’s an electrocardiograph technician at the nearest hospital.

Personality
He’s... a bit quirky. He almost never full on smiles, but does a sort of weird half-smile and occasionally grins. He has a tendency to flirt with most guys unless he’s on the job, where he is serious and not prone to messing about. Off the job he’s the complete opposite, a carefree and go-with-the-flow type of guy. He loves reading, cooking, and petting kittens . He hates spiders (and not for the reason you think) and arrogant people. He is absurdly loyal to his friends, willing to stick up for them no matter what, but on the other hand, he’s very strict in what he considers a friend, or possibly just picks friends based on a whim.

Short Bio
Casper was born to unknown parents and grew up in a children’s home. The other orphans there weren’t the nicest people by a long shot, but he made one good friend, a boy named Ian who didn’t live in the home, instead with his parents. The two grew up close, for all intents and purposes brothers. The other children made fun of them for their wide-eyed innocence and ignorance, which, considering how young they were, really shouldn’t have been a big deal. Still, they always played together after school.

In middle school, the two started getting bullied more frequently. The older kids at the home and the older students called them names like faggot, queer, fairy. They pushed them down in the hallway. On rare occasions, they just skipped straight to the beating part. Ian and Casper never told anybody about this, though, because they agreed that they both had to man up and take it if they wanted to get past school years. Eventually people got bored of messing with them and moved on to less stubborn targets, though the kids at the children’s home still messed with Casper. Casper didn’t mind, as long as he had Ian.

It was in high school that Casper began to realize that he might be gay. By sophomore year, he had finally stopped denying it, and, almost resignedly, admitted he was gay and told Ian. Ian said he didn’t mind, and in junior year, Ian admitted he wanted to experiment. So they kissed, maybe occasionally slept in the same bed when Casper went over to Ian’s house. But Ian said, eventually, it wasn’t for him, though it hadn’t been too bad. Around the same time, Casper met an openly bisexual boy named Anton who he developed feelings for, despite Anton’s girlfriend. However, senior year of high school, Anton, to everyone’s shock, died at the age of 18. His death left an impact on Casper, who had become close friends with him.

At the end of high school, Ian’s parents, who were substantially wealthy, generously offered to pay for a small house for Casper and Ian to live together in, mostly because they both planned on working at the nearby hospital and partly because they made Ian and Casper promise to pay them back at some point. They agreed to the deal, and now live together, Casper working as an EKG tech at the hospital and Ian doing the same, at least when he isn’t taking afternoon classes at the university.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

Okay, that's fine. Give me a bit and I'll come up with a more palatable idea.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

@A Lowly Wretch (and anyone else who wants to comment on it) I just wanted to pass a god idea by you before I actually go and make it just in case his domain isn't viable. It's a sort've weird domain; entropy, or at least something akin to a sort of degradation of matter in an irreversible manner. I realize something like entropy skirts a bit close to both Time and Death, which is why I'm passing this by you before I use up time on the concept. Basically his presence would have an almost corrosive or weakening effect, though on gods it would be milder, and his touch would cause a rapid sort of degradation on objects and weaken organisms, preferably irreversibly as entropy tends to be, though I'm not unwilling to change that part. His realm would basically be a smoggy desert of grey sand somewhere around here (maybe even a subrealm, just to save space on the map). He would be somewhat uncaring but hostile at the same time, as he wishes to 'return Tabrasa to its base components / a purer state' but also believes in a sort of 'everything fades away eventually' worldview. That's just stuff off the top of my head. If you want me to change any, or even not do it at all, I have other ideas too.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

I left my post a bit open to interaction, with the tribe of Stedd lacking sacrifice for their god and Dao Rugadh in their midst and minds and all that jazz. It's possible for most gods to mess with the tribe at this point since I didn't establish much about the tribe besides them having an patriarch and matriarch and them being hunter-gatherers, so if anyone wants to mess with them, go ahead.

@A Lowly Wretch Can gods sense other gods or their divine power? Like, could a god sense Dao Rugadh's presence easily?

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

A tower in a realm of glass and memories.

The God known as Dao Rudagh - or perhaps Gedag, or Iba, or Memon, or Jiy Xinly, or Neiblo, or Mekhzier, or so many other names - stood at the top of the tower. His pale eyes gazed out upon a land barren of mortals. His realm, the Akhainne.

"It surprises me that once I was as innocent as a newborn," Dao Rugadh said, to no reply.

"I don't know how I was born, but I do remember my stupidity. I stumbled around, barely even knowing how my legs worked. I was even more unknowing than the average mortal back then. All I knew was that I needed to feed. When I met my first mortal, and I devoured its mind, I was practically catatonic with shock. I had two conflicting identities - I was half a stumbling newborn god and half an experienced mortal hunter, and I almost fell into the mindset of the mortal over the god." Still no reply.

"Luckily I became aware that I was not the mortal, that the memories which came first were my true identity. I realized what had happened; I had absorbed the man. He was part of me now. Yet at the same time I realized I was not the mortal, I realized I had to become the mortal. So I took his form and used his memories to integrate myself into their tribe. And then I fed, and fed, and fed."

"I remember," a voice rasped.

"Of course you do," Dao Rugadh said, a small smirk on his lips. "That's why you're here, isn't it?" Silence as a reply. "In any case, I will be back soon enough. And if anyone comes here and sees you... you know what to do." More silence, but in a way that indicated acknowledgement.

---

Somewhere in a snowy forest...

"It's gone," Tomas said.

"Of course," Gav growled.

What they had been chasing had appeared to be a large serpent of a sort, large in this case meaning colossal, certainly not something you usually see in these parts.

Tomas and Gav hailed from the northern tribe of Stedd and had originally come out with the purpose of hunting. When they had caught sight of the serpent, their mind changed instead to hauling back the strange beast. But now, of course, it was gone.

"Now we got nothing to show when we get back," Gav said. From behind him a pale figure stepped out from behind a tree and silently strolled towards him.

Tomas was not looking Gav's way, instead looking down the hill for the serpent. "What the hell was a creature like that doing in these conditions? I thought they hated the cold!"

"Maybe it was just, I don't know -" and then the figure behind him tapped him on the back of his head, and Gav dropped like a stone.

After a second of silence, Tomas looked back. "Gav?" In Gav's place stood a man, dressed in winter furs, light-skinned and pale-eyed. He smirked at Tomas, and said, "Yes?"

"You're not-" Tomas started, and then blinked as every single memory of his with Gav  was replaced with identical memories with the pale man. In a split second, everything had changed, though he didn't know it. Tomas relaxed. "C'mon, Gav, we better get back to the tribe before someone gets worried."

"Yeah," 'Gav' said. "This way." And technically he was Gav, because he had every memory Gav ever had in him. And some would argue that a man is nothing but a collection of his memories.

-----

North of the forest...

"Ahh, home sweet home," Tomas said, gesturing towards the collection of tents scattered across the icy plain.

"Home sweet home," Gav echoed. He smiled.

Tomas and Gav strolled past many of the tents. All who laid eyes on Gav twitched for a moment as their memories collectively redefined themselves in an instant, then smiled at the two hunters, or at least waved.

The pair arrived at the tent in the middle, the largest of them. Two men stood outside but gestured them in as they got close.

"You've returned," the tribe patriarch said. Beside him the matriarch watched silently. "With no prey, I notice."

"No sacrifice for tonight," Tomas said regretfully. "Unless one of the other hunters is successful."

"They most likely will be, but we feed our people first, not our god," the elder said calmly, though the way Tomas shifted indicated a calm voice did not mean calm mind.

Eventually the two hunters left the elders tent. "Well, to a good hunt tomorrow, eh?" Tomas said, grasping Gav's hand.

"To a good hunt," Gav said, his lips stretching into a smile. "And let us hope the gods look favorably on us." And with that, they both went to their tents, one worrying about tomorrow's hunt and the other with a mind that couldn't be described.