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Godmode (Private Party)

"How dare you?!" Vizlin nearly screamed. "Watch where you're going!"
Vizlin stomped away before the man could answer the question. His face was red, and steam was metaphorically coming out his ears. That was the second peasant to get in his way this evening, and for some reason he couldn't explain, he felt as if it wouldn't be the last.

Godmode (Private Party)

Mayor Vizlin.
It had a nice ring to it. He liked the title. It wound remind anyone with the nerve to forget that Vizlin was not to be trifled with. He was the mayor, the boss, the leader of this village and land, and people would respect him. The title. Whatever. Preparations for the feast were well under way, and it would be a night to remember. According to Leann, the most beautiful woman of the town and his wife by his right as a mayor, people were flocking in from all over to bring their sacrifices. They should be bringing me gifts, not these damned gods who think they're so important! Perhaps he should make another round through the village, just to make sure no-one forgot who was boss. Mayor. Whatever.

Godmode (Private Party)

Name: Vryad
Titles: Lord of the Unlikely, Lady of Chance, The Underdog, The Unfair, Cheater, The Unjust, Marriage-breaker, (Dreaded Judge of de Dead)
True name: Dach
Appearance: Vryad rarely makes a physical appearance, but when it does, it prefers the form of a black panther with wings like a bat.
Symbols: Cat's eye, weighted dice made of bone
Portfolio: Bad Luck, Chance, Lust, Casuistry, Death, (Trickery)
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Servitors: Imps, Bat-winged Panthers, Succubi, Incubi, Banshees
Weapon: fan
Animal: Black Cat
Followers: Gamblers down on their luck, insane people, lonely people, the downtrodden, the unjust

History

It is said that the road to hell is paved with good intentions. Vryad's intentions are as varied as the forms it takes, but the road is often downward nonetheless.
Vryad is a relatively unknown deity, having few followers and almost no worshippers. Those who do worship it are usually insane or do so because they have no alternatives. That having been said, Vryad has no trouble getting people to believe or pray: anytime anything bad happens, "Damn you Vryad!". A man unable to get the woman he desires? Pray to Vryad, and he might stand a chance. Or he might die in a freak accident. A toss of the dice can turn your luck, and Vryad has a penchant for the hopeless. It doesn't like to be 'played' however, and will turn the tables on anyone who even considers it.
It is said that a one in a million chance becomes near certainty when Vryad becomes involved, while certainty becomes doomed to fail if the outcome is boring.
Vryad particularly likes the emotions in play when humans are attracted to each other, and thrives on miscommunication, getting a romantic couple on unequal footing just to see what happens, and parting those who obviously belong together. On the contrary, if two people despise each other to the bone, Vryad will go to great lengths to make sure they end up in bed together.

Secret Lore

Vryad also wears the mantle of Death. All the Gods know that when a mortal dies, their soul is pledged to whichever deity they worshipped in life and a servitor of that deity (or the deity itself in some cases) comes to claim it (except in the case of contracted souls, which go to whomever contracted the soul, be it god or otherwise). However, when it isn't certain which god the soul belongs to (for example, the mortal was atheist, or worshipped a pantheon, or wasn't completely sure if he was doing the right thing), their soul is "judged" by Vryad, and their soul can end up anywhere Vryad's "system" deems "logical".