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W.I.P

Name/Titles: Morios, The Drunken God, Lord of Debauchery, Reaper of Maidens
Gender (if applicable): Male
Patronage: Debauchery, madness, addiction and revelry. 
Parentage: Born to the King of God’s brother and presumably a human female or some other inconsequential woman, Morios took his place in court alongside his father when he was grown.
Pantheon/Affiliation: Deity

Appearance: Morios tends to take the form of a brainless young nobleman, dressed in an abundance of gaudy coloured finery, sleekly muscled, with generally handsome features, mid-length black hair and bleary blood-shot blue eyes. He can also take the form of an older, wider nobleman when deep in the throes of debauchery. 
He can also take the form of a parrot, for no particular reason other than it’s an animal which he likes the look of. 

Centres of Worship/Places of Power:
Morios actually has two very separate power bases, one far more subtle and dark than the obvious and wide-spread support in major cities for his main patronage, Revelry and Debauchery. His temples are taverns, and taverns are his temples. 
However, in darker corners, and in the remote country-side, the Cult of Madness has grown roots, tapping into the darker side of Morios’ power, consuming strange substances and raving and ranting in politically unacceptable seclusion. 

Servants, Prominent Followers and Worship Base:
People who are slaves to addiction are his slaves; those who revel in debauchery are his worshipers, and those stricken with madness his children.
His creatures are baser animals, creatures obsessed with copulating and eating, primates and other foul beasts.

The Cult of Madness is led by a particularly depraved, bone thin man aged far beyond his years. He was born Obalor and now partakes in a number of dark rites under the influence of strange drugs, deep in the country.

The Drunken Pilgrims are also some of his most prominent followers, a small clan of once-humans who've inherited great strength and skill from their constant consumption of liquor, they resemble large boar-men and invite weary travelers to join their moving camp and grow merry with them, some never leave.

Psychology:
Morios is understandably very much taken with the pleasures of the flesh, and the effects such mistreatment has. He enjoys laughter and song, a life of eternal partying, so the counter to this is his worst nightmare. Stoic fools and self-righteous men, priests and sober individuals, they all annoy him immensely. He has no head for serious matters… like war, struggling to take anything as more than an elaborate joke only he understands. However, there is two sides to Morios, almost to the point of a split personality, at a moment’s notice the amusement drops and dark madness rears its ugly head, the true power of his Divine sphere.

History:
Morios was born to Akalus, God of Wardens and brother to Aroesus. His life was spent at the God’s court in Krona, serving his father for whom seemingly no other son was to come. He was essentially a mark of shame and annoyance to his father, with his debauched ways and his favouring of humans and their baser instincts. When his father was purged in one of Aroesus’ many paranoid cleansings, and sent to the islands of Lake Sharzunates it was only Morios’ seeming lack of ambition and power (essentially his harmlessness) alongside the favour of Aroesus’ wife (his aunt) that protected him from a similar fate. He continued his baser existence right up until the point of Aroesus’ death, after which he found it far harder to host a good party.

After Aroesus’ death Morios was his aunt’s (Mysia) biggest consoler, staving away her grief with alcohol and a healthy dose of madness. For what end, is not clear.
 
Relationships:
There is no mutual hatred between Morios and his now freed father Akalus, but that does not prevent his father hating him. Akalus lacks the power to take the throne however, and he is infuriated by the seeming closeness of his son to the queen of gods. 
Morios has a close relationship with his aunt, Mysia, who he keeps in relative insensibility. 
As the God of the Debauched, he will unsurprisingly copulate with damn near anything compatible, so it’s likely he’s had an affair with any number of minor godlings.

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