[hider=The God of War: Vas, the Bastard][color=red]I Am the God Of War.

My Powers Include, but Are Not Limited To:
- Incredible Feats of Inhuman Strength: Men are only equaled to children in battle against him.
- Mortal Manipulation: Thought often confused with charisma, The God of War just knows that perfect sweet spot for dealing with mortals
- Construct Summoning: Blades, shields, and even allies can be summoned in a orange ethereal form. A summoned weapon hits the same as it's mortal equivalent, or harder.

My Name Is: Vas, The Bastard 

The People Who Devote Themselves To Me Are Called: The War-Worthy! Often stolen from Krypton's boney clutches, (who never seems to mind,) these are the lost spirits of wars old. Vas has given them new purpose as his War-Worthy and summons them from his realm to do battle. Vas never calls on living mortals for worship. War should never be worshiped, for it is already seeded in every heart.

I was the Creator's shame: I have always been a lackluster God of War to The Creator, for I feel no hate towards the general populace of Voswurn. Mainly, I would rather seek wars worth of glory then the petty battles The Creator intended. War is an art worth saving until it can be rote in true glory! Petty little wars give me no joy. For this, The Creator had always has seen me as his greatest disappointments. But I honestly do not care.

I Gain My Strength From: The thrill of battle. War is my purpose, so anything from a drunken tavern brawl to a clash of nations invigorates him. The bigger, the better.

I am Master of the Realm of: The Infinity Siege

My Realm is a Place of: War and glory! The Infinity is the resting place and proving ground of The War-Worthy. A floating continent above a sea of raging clouds. Most of the continent is made up of war-torn palaces and bloodied battlefields. Every winter and summer solstice, The Infinity Siege resets itself so that the fighting truly never ends. On the off times, before the solstices, I will summon grand mead halls for my War-Worthy and celebrate the good times and the new arrival of glorious combat. 

To Mortals and My Kin, My Face Is:

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I Carry These Relics, That Cement My Power: The Scarlet Helm of The Bastard. When war and I born into existence by The Creator, a helm was forged at the first battlefield amongst the fallen warriors. This helm holds my very essence, a capsule in which I can physically manipulate the tides of war, if need be. When I am in The infinity Siege, the helm is dormant and unbreakable by any mortal power. Only godly powers can even crack it, but a Mage Lord could. If broken, I would be left unable to leave the mortal plane back to The Infinity Siege and possibly slain. 

I Have Emerged at:[/color] Blank. (Sorry at work writing this up and for some reason the map isn't showing up whatever I so. This is just a sample I'm righting up because I'm bored.)[/hider]