(Note: This is a work-in-progress!)

[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 I.
- Mortal Manipulation: Thought often confused with charisma, this God of War just knows that perfect sweet spot for dealing with mortals.
- Construct Summoning: Blades, shields, and even allies can be summoned from my realm 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, (a good brother who never seems to mind,) these are the lost spirits of wars old. I have given them new purpose as My War-Worthy and summon them from my realm to do battle. I would never call on living mortals for worship. War should never be worshipped, for it is already been 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 and remember through the rest of time 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 one of his greatest disappointments. But I honestly do not care. At least I'm not like somebody else...

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 Siege is the resting place and proving grounds of My War-Worthy. A floating continent above a sea of raging clouds mostly made up of war-torn palaces and bloodied battlefields. Every winter and summer solstice, The Infinity Siege resets itself so that the fighting truly everlasting. On the off seasons I will summon grand mead halls for My War-Worthy and celebrate the good times and reminisce on wars past. 

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 possibly could. If broken, I would be left stranded and unable to leave the mortal plane back to The Infinity Siege. Being slain is a major possiblity. 

I Have Emerged at: Cafeld Castle, in a storage room along with dozens of priceless artifacts. One of the Mage Lords must of looted his helm after his imprisonment. Bad idea indeed...[/color][/hider]

[s]Also, the Map looks kinda over pixelated. I honestly can't make out any of the text. I'm not sure if the picture is suppose to be clearer or we make up our own lands. Just wanted to bring it up.[/s]