Okay very rough first draft for sure going to go in and chage/add more things later I just don't want to fall too far behind. [hider=Janin WIP] [hider=it's giant I am so sorry] [img] https://images7.alphacoders.com/299/299612.jpg[/img] [/hider] [colour=RosyBrown]Name:[/colour] Janin The Bringer of Festivities [colour=RosyBrown]Gender:[/colour] Female [colour=RosyBrown]Personality:[/colour] Ignorance is bliss for Janin. She is lazy, indulgent, and aloof. Not quite the gifts anyone desires in their god, and certainly not a mother. Her mortal subjects amuse her and serve little other purpose, their own struggles and ‘morality’ itself has never been of interest to her, so she never learned much about it; her people’s lives mean very little to her. The feelings her subject have towards her vary from fear to love, but very few respect her for any reason more than her divinity. That said her apathy leads her to be rather joyous; so long as no one tries to correct the way she leads her life and people. [colour=RosyBrown]Major Domain:[/colour] Alcohol and inebriation [colour=RosyBrown]Minor Domains:[/colour] Dance and Music [colour=RosyBrown]Avatar:[/colour] [hider=appearance] [img] https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/60/28/f5/6028f5df74830c10e1b298ee8bb8855c.jpg[/img] [/hider] A massive scorpion, reaching nearly a mile in length and half as wide. It’s black exoskeleton is impenetrable to any mortal’s weapon, and it’s pincers strong shatter boulders. The venom contained in the stinger is massively stronger to its mortal counter-part. [colour=RosyBrown]Stance:[/colour] Janin would much rather no one take the role of leader. Apart from that she has no qualms about who takes it [colour=RosyBrown]Relations:[/colour] TBD [colour=RosyBrown]Powers:[/colour] [b]Shapeshifting;[/b] Janin can change into much more than just her avatar, including the ability to appear mortal herself. [b]Teleportation;[/b] Self-explanatory, Janin can shift herself in space without actually moving. Of course she has to know exactly where she is going less she find herself three miles in the side of a mountain. It requires less thinking of a place to teleport to, and more the direction and length she must travel. [colour=RosyBrown]Godly Equipment:[/colour] [b]Infinite chalice;[/b] a glass that is forever brimming with strong, never empties or spills but may be poured. [b]Crooked Lyre:[/b] A lyre that when she plays upon can tap into the emotions of mortals, and while not directly controlling them can ease a person into calmness or whirl them into a passion. [colour=RosyBrown]Demi-Gods:[/colour] Twins; Olek and Alek [hider=Olek] [img] https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/96/d2/34/96d2341e324533cd0efed3ff01841d65.jpg[/img] [/hider] Olek never much cared for being a deity of any sort. He dislikes and distrusts Janin with anything, not that his opinion held much greater value to her than a mortal’s. The bulk of his life has been spent away from the settled coastline and instead traveling the wide deserts of Tarrne, often using his inherited strength and teleportation ability to aid Scorpio tribes into trusting him. [hider=Alek] [img] https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/82/14/23/821423368e6b2d1cb312dae12ee1be12.jpg[/img] [/hider] Where Olek is distant, indifferent and nearly cold to their mother, his twin can hardly be apart from her. Alek inherited shape-shifting ability, and tends to prefer animal forms over her true shape. The people of Tarren have become so accustomed to seeing an animal beside their god, she is often portrayed more as a familiar than demi-god. The rare occasions she leaves Janin’s side, she is with her brother, though they do not understand one another, there remains a trust and closeness. [colour=RosyBrown]Land:[/colour] Tarren is a large nation, nearly stretching twice as far from north to south as it does east to west. Vast as it may be, it is mostly desert and only the north cost is properly inhabited and developed. [colour=RosyBrown]People:[/colour] Humans and Scorpios [colour=RosyBrown]Culture:[/colour] It would be easiest to say Tarren survives on the back of its slaves, the number of which is vastly greater than the rest of the human populace. Slaves can come from anyways, occasionally traders come in from other nations, nomads found in the desert can be claimed if they have no waiting family to be found, or if someone where simply to fall out of favour with their fickle god the could find themselves in chains. While the slaves may not be happy, there has never been a proper uprising. Or at least a successful one. The ‘master’ class find no need for education or personal betterment, the best and only way to gain favour with their goddess is to entertain her with lavish feasts, parties and shows. The upper-class lives in constant indulgence while their slaves tend to their farms and breweries. It comes as little surprise that that main trade in Tarren is wine-making, vineyards can be found less land two miles outside of the capital, and the people boast there are more types of drink to be had in Tarren then there are people who live there. Slaves in Tarren are treated in varying degrees. It is up to each slave-owner how their own business/household is run. For the most part, they are allowed to partake in monthly festivities and some are even offered small wages. Freeing a slave is possible in theory, though there are no documents in the mostly illiterate culture, and no records. So a freed slave without family, sufficient funds to begin his own trade, or a chance to get out of Tarren completely is likely to find himself/herself back on the market. The lack of proper government and rule leaves Tarren in an almost constant state of chaos. No cities are truly safe, or even all that clean. ‘Crime’ run rampant, though what constitutes a crime isn’t very clear in the first place. It is a land of instability and gratification, and could propably be taken over by an opposing force very easily, if any outside force could see anything redeemable in such a ruin of an empire. [colour=RosyBrown]Capital:[/colour] Capri Bay, a colourfull city towards the east on the north coast, frequented by both traders and travelers. Where it is not surrounded by sea, it is saddled by fruit farms, reaching back to an encircling mountain-range shielding the tropical, humid land from the harsh desert winds. Estimated population; 3000 (roughly three times as many slaves occupy the area including the farmland). [colour=RosyBrown]Technology:[/colour] Early-medieval [colour=RosyBrown]Beings:[/colour] [b]Scorpios:[/b] Half giant scorpion half-man creatures that populate the inland of Tarren, mostly in small nomadic tribes. The humans have foolishly tried to enslave groups of them at a time, always failing and often falling to their venomous stingers and bone-shattering pincers. Lone straglers have on rare occasions been found. In such cases slaves are sent to remove the stinger from the creature and bind its claws. These are prized possessions among the high class, and often put on display at parties. The removed stingers are given Janin, who uses the deadly venom in her own wine, such gifts are one of the few ways to assure favour with the goddess, for a time at least. [/hider]