[center] [img]http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2014/102/9/8/mythos_golem_by_itsbxd-d7e7db6.png[/img] Unity will be brough through fire. --- Name: Oisreve, God of Destruction --- Let all which was claimed stand trial to a new owner, the righteous flame. --- [b]Appearance:[/b] Standing as the deity of obliteration, the ruining of that which was created, Oisreve is also herald to the will of all mortal man, no being stands on their feet without wishing for the end of something which brought them unjust, or unwanted thoughts. Therefore, Oisreve justifies himself when he was created without true purpose. Balsis may be his father, but not all children stand in awe at their almighty father. As the aspect and deity of destruction, Oisreve’s true character stands warped, in fact, he is multiple, there are no one side to destruction, it can be righteous, then he is righteous, it can be unjust, then he is unjust. Yet there is no destruction without effect, therefore his body, mind, and soul remains ever charred by the fire which he lives with in ever torment. His voice is a cacophony of screams, terrors, and helpless cries for help, for every soul which was found in the grasp of his palms, will not return, their souls cemented into his voice ever more, therefore he speaks through the endless cries and despairs of those he’s taken. But yet there remains a greater voice, one which speaks like the flames, its very presence igniting the lands should it be voiced. Therefore he’s lived his life in solitude, atop the destroyed city, Athmorisis the Tower of Ruin, since his initial creation, the first conflict on the mortal plane, which is why this city stands central amongst his domain. --- [b]Abilities:[/b] [/center] [hider=Requiem of Independence] As destruction is no object, nothing which is capable of being held in the hands of any mortal, or most gods, therefore it is no object which is capable of being bent to the will of anyone but Oisreve, yet it remains still to be no object, it is a reaction. Whilst destruction is all power in the eyes of all mortals, and terrifying to deities who witness their creation burn, it is still a reaction, nothing to be blamed on the one who controls it, at least in this natural state. Simple boarder disputes can become full out wars, one man fighting another in a bar could turn into an entire city in flames. All conflicts cause destruction, therefore destruction is at the whim of mortal conflict. But Oisreve would not stand being the slave of someone else’s desire but his own, filled with rage and fire, he sought out a great smith, Regnarogal, housed at the very boarder of Oisreve’s domain, the ruined land. He spoke of gifts to the master smith, things that the man could only dream to have, but he turned down the offer and simply continued hammering the iron blade in his hand, bending it to desire, forging it, crafting it to his wanted properties. Oisreve stood silent, looming over him. Regnarogal was no simple man, he was blessed by some entity unknown to him. But this knowledge remained untold, Regnarogal would not speak, he simply hammered, and so he did for seven nights through, only stopping for the occasional sleep and feast within his household. But finally the deception ceased to work, and Oisreve’s patience ran to its limits. Through a magnificent chain of events, the entire village, one of the few not already charred to the foundation, erupted into flame. Regnarogal’s deception, the heinous crime of lying to the face of End would stop, and the properties that the blade, Logrin the Eater, were found out. In an act of rage Oisreve’s mercy was nonexistent, and the small town was put through literal hell, the land itself splitting open, houses falling down into the crevices left behind. Regnarogal was put in place, Oisreve then told to him. ‘’Should you sacrifice your skills, your mind, and your hammer to me, then this town will once again prosper.’’ Regnarogal’s family was the only thing on his mind, desiring to save them, and help them into better lands, he agreed. Oisreve brought back the man to his own fortress, the central piece of one of the greatest empires of history, now only spires marked by the end, sheds and tents sitting within the great and tall walls whose once prideful dominance now was ruined, decayed. The sky bristled of malevolent energy, in fact, the sky itself seemed to follow a different color compared to beyond the walls. But Regnarogal, the greatest smith of his time, followed obedient behind the back of this Devil. Inside the mind of Oisreve he knew that he had not enough time to act before he’d be put unto trial. Therefore, once atop the central spire, the Tower to Heaven, he forged a contract with the smith, granting him power, knowledge, and tools beyond his wildest comprehension, but only if he’d carry out the God’s task. He accepted, And at the moment his words were spoken, his mortal flesh was engulfed into fire, and before his eyes his hands, feet, his entire body, was remade in fiery brimstone. His character remained the same, but he grew remarkably upon his ‘ascendance’. He was given a new name Rydlyr, and he was the first Herald. He was the creator of the most heinous war machines, where he brought his knowledge, always war followed, and where he brought his hammer, an abundancy of weapons were always forged. ‘’Now you are mine, you are the first Herald.’’ He was engulfed in iron, his fiery stone skin merging with the iron, and soon, he was nothing more than an armored husk, mindless to his masters will. ‘’You will forge, those I bring you will bend, and mend their flesh with this iron, for this metal is carved from my own body.’’ And with his hammer he pledged, and began work upon the greatest vassal, much to his masters desire, forged from the body of a young maiden, a beautiful woman, he embedded a great tool, the Orb of Thes, and through this, Oisreve would no longer be bound to the will of any deity of conflict, his independence granted, now he was the master of his own desire. For through binding his power to this orb, this vessel, his power would arch above all his domain, and reaction could finally be caused without a cause, and destruction was now only in his own hands. The maiden’s name was Gaian.[/hider] [center] The power of Oisreve is written in the form of chapters, each chapter progressing further and further into an endless spiral of doom and despair, with each chapter being progressively worse than the last, and the final chapter standing as the central destruction. The chapters can be brought to any object, no matter how small or large, and it can also be brought upon many objects, or over an area, large and small, or many, or few. Whilst Oisreve’s powers are that of destruction, and they are rather much boundless in how they may function, they take time to commence depending on how great a scale it is placed upon. Within his own domain, under the red sky of heaven, his powers may carve the land, split it open on a whim, but beyond it he stands bound by time, something which he very much despise, for he likes not to be herald of others wishes. --- [i]Chapter 1: Marked with Red.[/i] The first chapter whispers of the beginning of any destruction as minor. This is the stage where a target is set up, marked, for the inevitable doom, marks can be avoided, or escaped through a rigorous amount of either luck, or blessing from other deities, but an unblessed human or animal would find it hard to be able to escape the grasp, same with objects, no matter how large. In ruin all are equal. [i]Chapter 2: Selection for the Damned.[/i] The second chapter speaks of progression, the marked ones are selected and put into order depending on severity, a city under the influence of riots come before a simple bar brawl in a local tavern, and through this selection comes the initial destruction, the spiral begins, violence becomes more present in marked territories, or objects who are selected begin to lose stability, so on. [i]Chapter 3: Greatest Chaos.[/i] The third chapter screams of rage and fury, this is the stage where all selected things come to an end, city riots progress into deep violence, conflict between fellow man and woman take place, and buildings crumble into dust. No matter the size, all things become equal on the third chapter. [i]Chapter 4: An Absolute End.[/i] The fourth chapter tells, in a cacophony, of the arrival of absolute destruction, the fourth chapter, or stage, applies only to great areas, or structures. The only incident of the Fourth Chapter taking place was upon Oisreve’s arrival unto earth, and the obliteration of the Holy Regelian Empire in the duration of a simple moment. Only in the fourth chapter does the outcome mean certain destruction, but mortal beings are immune to the fourth chapter itself, only reactions of the fourth chapter may bring mortals to their knees, or the afterlife. --- The powers of Oisreve are, once again, unbound within his domain, these chapters are how his powers are limited, each stage having to be performed before the next, so on, Oisreve may perform every stage with great haste within his own domain, but it is never instant. --- [b]Personality & Personality Flaws:[/b] Oisreve is a deity who believes that his purpose is wrong itself, but he also believes that he must use his own power to right the world. Working towards the ultimate cacophony, he aims to bring the world to a united front, and he believes that, with mortal beings united, he will cease to exist and therefore the flames of destruction which empowers his being will be extinguished, and his soul purpose will be silenced, and peace restored. For only that which destroys could possibly destroy itself. Oisreve is, however, a very violent deity, seeking to violence rather than talking further should his initial response be met with a response not to his liking. Therefore he is fire headed, his entire reason being empowered by the ruins atop the earth. Yet this very fire burns him from within, and the screams of every victim of every destruction echoing his head. His patience is therefore lackluster simply because of this, and he prefers the quickest way to reach the end, and taking every necessary step to justify his actions should he be put unto trail once more. Like a snake, he has managed to survive the watchful eye of his father by taking these very steps. But unlike a snake, he prefers to be seen, he wants people to know the face of Destruction so that they may fear it, so that people may not bring it. For he is a great warrior both on the battlefield and anywhere else, through the seemingly uncontrollable might of destruction, he has been able to escape a sentence twice, but such trickery will not last long. Therefore he chose to be the God most often seen by mortals, once again, so that he may be feared, and so that Destruction won’t be needed any longer. Because there is no worse thing than immortal imprisonment, for he, unlike most, is tortured simply by his very purpose. [/center]