First and foremost, I must apologize for hastily posting on the CS sub before checking whether the general populace agreed to Praeth's existence, secondly, and thusly, if anyone desires changes to the character, I will add them until everyone is satisfied; as I feel bad for the prior.



Name: Praeth, Aficionado of the Mortal Realm

Age: Ancient

Appearance: 
[img]http://i.imgur.com/ZRdIr7x.jpg[/img]
[img]http://i.imgur.com/ayUAPC7.jpg?2[/img]

Nature: Independent

[hider=Personality]: Somber, imperturbable, and the altruist of soft humor, Praeth has the temperament of an old man, despite maintaining the vigor of an adolescent. Praeth conducts his posture carefully depending on his situation, able to became a feeble coward, a towering commander, or no different from the man beside him, should he desire.  Praeth continually searches for new experiences, anywhere from simply working under an old fisherman to creating and empire of wealth to enacting the plotting of a politician to leading a nation of men into greatness, or back into groveling poverty. Praeth has a strong awe for the world, and spends most of his time travelling to experience the world’s beauty, every facet of every corner known to god or man.[/hider]

[hider=Abilities]
Having lived a thousand lives wandering amongst mortals, Praeth is beyond charismatic and able to read just about any human, as if looking directly into their mind; allowing him to reach out to anyone and anything fairly easily.

Physically, Praeth is considered ridiculously powerful in the mortal realm, but in comparison to many gods, his strength would amount to that of a child. Accordingly, Praeth must rely on skill alone in fighting other gods. Inventing and experimenting with numerous techniques and methods similar to eastern style fighting. In the end, Praeth is the master of technique and precision, but his speed, endurance, and strength are a great enough handicap that he’d be hard pressed in any fight against any remotely formidable spirit, much less a notable ancient.

From the beginning, Praeth obsessively collected experience in every action and lifestyle belonging to the material world, he journeyed to the ends of existence and meddled in every aspect of mortal life. In any and all practical skill, Praeth can be considered an artisan, from cooking to medicines, he is skilled and reliable.

Praeth has isolated his existence from both mortal and spirit, thus, even his existence among the gods is widely questioned. Praeth has never gone by the same name in the mortal world for any two lives, and though the alias may be famed, he himself, is an unknown entity to the mortal realm. Thus he has no power fluctuation, nothing his strength is bound to. Likewise, he is incredibly weak for a spirit.[/hider]


[hider=Backstory]
 From the beginning of his existence only shortly after the original ancients, Praeth attempted the existence of a mortal; leading the mortals to discovery of many methods of survival, agriculture, and eventually, advanced civilization. He was the monolith of growth for the mortal races, and at first, Praeth was enthralled with becoming an idol to the mortal realm, his brash arrogance and pride brought other gods to dislike him and his direct meddling with mortals. Eventually, Praeth was banished, disappearing from existence for eras before returning hollowed and haggard.

Rejected and forgotten by his brothers and sisters, Praeth remained among the humans, living and dying thousands of lives, wandering the awe-inspiring world. Over time, Praeth came to be content with his existence: having loved hundreds of times, experienced the loss of a thousand lovers, having served thousands, having thousands serve him, having begged for food, having supplied food to beggars, carnal desires, purity, kindness, hate, the aspects of the world went on endlessly.

Praeth slowly grew, not only in indifference but passion for the world as it was. Each and every part of the world required his attention, and in the end formed a gorgeous puzzle of intricate beauty and content. For Praeth, the bitter cold was just as attractive as the brisk warmth of spring, he worshipped creation and came to love it. In this sense, Praeth soon came to love mortals as well, each story interesting him, each life a precious gem. With hundreds upon thousands of years amongst the mortals, Praeth was able to ease his way into any one mortals life, his empathy grew as well as his skill in dealing with people.

Praeth’s brash, young personality slowly ebbed away, giving way to a more laid back and soft attitude. Like a stone being polished, he slowly became silk-like in nature, his pale eyes lost their piercing vigor and gained a calming feature, his enigmatic smile becoming softer and more kindly. He would not be recognized by the spirits that had banished him and he holds no bitterness towards them.

When the golden orb abandoned the spirits, Praeth failed to take up arms, believing himself incapable of aiding such a cause. When the golden orb was destroyed, Praeth mourned as the mortals were massacred, engulfed in sorrow, he aimlessly wandered amongst the surviving mortals. Praeth began to aid in mending Ceyr, giving mortals a nudge in one direction or another to rebuild an even more gorgeous world.
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Connections:
Praeth was able to discern little, staring at the stars from his mortal standing, and his existence is practically forgotten or of no circumstance to spirits as he mingles purely with mortals  

Religion: None whatsoever, he is unknown to mortals and most spirits 

Nation: Any and all nations he has led and served