[hider=Undeath][b]Name:[/b] Necrarch, God of Undeath

[b]Gender:[/b] Male (Generally)

[b]Appearance:[/b]
[url=https://orig00.deviantart.net/0539/f/2013/335/a/f/pactmaker_guerrino_by_sandara-d6wf9qc.jpg]At his best...[/url]

[url=https://orig00.deviantart.net/5183/f/2013/335/8/8/pactmaker_guerrino__ex__by_sandara-d6wfb46.jpg]...at his worst.[/url]

Necrarch is for the lack of a better word, beautiful, but unnaturally so. His perfect symmetry, skin free of any imperfection, it all makes his appearance, while pleasant, deeply disturbing and falling within the uncanny valley where the onlookers realize there is something terribly wrong with what they are looking at. His features barely react to the elements around him, his hairs unmoving in the harshest of storms and body unable to sweat in the hottest of heat or direst of situation. He stands at a towering 13 feet but will often appear bigger than he is as he often dresses like the emperors of old in imposing styles.

[b]Personality:[/b]
Necrarch was the creation after which the other gods were based on, but had been made as nothing more than an experiment by Ephra. Concious still, his first memories are that of Ephra casting him away in the darkness of the cosmic void as from a distance, he saw the birth of his brothers and sisters, of the world, of the mortals. Physics now being a thing, Necrarch grew bitter as he drifted away from the sun, its light just being a pale dot when he reached the apoapsis of his trajectory, wrapped in a darkness only Oao might know the likes of.

Arguably, this gnawed at his sanity as his only company were the... things, the unwanted and abominable things Ephra didn't want around his glorious creation. Still, all this time to think and reflect also allowed his fury and anger to die down and leave behind a cold and jaded character who plotted as after centuries, the light of the sun started to grow nearer. He was coming back.

For a moment, he was in awe. To see what the world he had observed from a distance was, what its mortals denizens did as they lived their lives, to see his own reflection in water for the first time. For a moment there was hope, that he could take his place, that Ephra would apologize, that all the sinister planning he had done for centuries would be for naught and he could enjoy normalcy. Then, when he went before Ephra to announce his return, this hope died. Ephra was imperious and like all the other gods around him, looked down on Necrarch as an abomination. The only 'gift' he was willing to give out was to allow Necrarch to live IF he didn't cause any trouble.

At that moment, Necrarch knew it was only because Ephra had diluted his power too much by giving away chunks of it to his children and he resolved to kill him and his creations. He'd remake the world a better place but until then he'd bide his time. He bowed to his father and thanked him as he went to the mortal realm to the first time to explore his own power and plot some more.

It was during this time that he crafted his personality, to hide how he was really just a bitter, angry, murderous and paranoid maniacs made insane by his isolation and hate. A varnish of courtesy, a gentleman having an interest in epics and theater, an enigmatic but enticing stranger who after so much solitude hungered for some drama! It was partially true, he loved to see mortals overcome their natural weakness and strive for great things, seeing his own struggle in them. There was no better lie than the one based in truth after all. Then again, the connection he has with those he has taken as his minions IS real. He feels their pain, when these heroes were crushed by the glass ceiling that was the boundary between mortals and gods, having to play by their rules and the most terrible of these rules being how they only had a short amount of time to make their legends while gods stood forever. What right had death to take such grand heroes and legends away!? Surely it was because the gods would be jealous! Truely, he enjoys giving his gift to those who deserve it, more if it is a spat in another god's face.

[b]Major Domain:[/b] Undeath

[b]Minor Domains:[/b] Blood, Unnatural Beings
[b]Weaknesses:[/b]
[i]-'A thin red paste!':[/i] Necrarch is easily the most resilient on the gods. Cutting his head will not be the end of him as many have had the horror to find he is not flesh but a shifting and writhing mass of... something. Thatos did jokingly say that he didn't believe in true immortality and that surely flattening Necrarch with enough hits of a large enough hammer would end him. Who knows if it would. (Hint: It would)

[i]-Life and Death:[/i] Undeath really is the weird limbo between life and death, he exists within a small gap between this two powers but when the distance between these two gods and him draws closer, this gap becomes smaller and so, Necrarch has less 'wiggling room' to ignore them both, he is thus regenerates much less when these two siblings near him.

[i]-True Deceit:[/i] He may call himself jaded to everything after being rejected by his maker on his creation, spending an eternity alone to then only be rejected again when he came back, but Necrarch really longs for love, family, someone who would understand him, truly. Truely he lies to himself when he thinks that such a thing cannot happen, for he wants to believe someone could be close to his heart. Maybe someone could get close to him, and maybe prove him right that there is no such thing as love when this person betrays him.

[b]Your Avatar:[/b]
[url=https://orig00.deviantart.net/fc80/f/2016/083/3/c/3cd7fe420664e52e4aa0c2ef0c521106-d9wadus.jpg]-She[/url]: The thing out of the void, the thing the 'Celestial Gods' are warned would bring forth doom and destruction to the world. Some call her 'The Destroyer', 'The End' or other fancy prophetic names but those who know her intimately call her 'She'. She is the servant of Necrarch only by oath, having not being made by his power. She is impossibly big, able to encircle the world itself though only able to push a finger down on its surface. Mortals would be right to fear her though despite all that impressive might she is made of the stuff that is anathema to the gods. They and their avatars can hurt her and force her in the darkness from whence she came and above all, the Phoenix and the Star Dragon, with which she had quite a few fights, are tools that can easily banished her in darkness before.

[b]Stance:[/b]
Officially, Necrarch stands by his choice to go to war with Ephra for the wrongs he committed against him and will never apologize, calling it Justice no matter what. Though now that his father his dead, he is of the more calm and reflected opinion that tyrany is wrong and that no one should hold ultimate power. As he has declared, he will defend every god who does not wish to submit to a tyrant with whatever power he has and only if all the other gods are united without duress or treat of force will he consider bending the knee.

Unoffically, this stance is merely a tool to get the moral high ground since he knows his brothers aren't as patient as he who spent eons in darkness. One day: Telios or Legio would do a mistake, do something that would at the very least ruffle the feathers of another god and would create a conflict. He plans on methodically sacrificing his allies and defeating his enemies with whatever pawns he can get to be the last one standing. With this power? Well, he will either change the world or remake one to his taste even if it means destroying all of creation.

[b]Loyalty During the Rebellion:[/b]
Some say it is no coincidence that Thatos started to act so aggressively toward Ephra just after Necrarch fell from the sky, no matter what, Necrarch was the first to rise at Thatos's call to war and throw all of his resources against Ephra, his undead armies scouring the world and holding the other armies at bay while Thatos went on to fight against Ephra.

[b]Center of Power:[/b]
[i]-The Cup:[/i] A cup seemingly made from polished Onyx filled with blood. An item of legend to the world as the source of the first Vampires its location hardly being a secret but still quite hard to reach: The Black Iron Pyramid. Necrarch indeed took a rather blunt way to protect his source of power by walling it between walls of Dwarven Steel, meters and meters of the stuff, enough that Telios himself would need weeks to melt through the pyramid as it has no known entrance. Though... Maybe a chat with Galvan, he who made the thing, could reveal something.

Some think the entire thing is just one big lure while Necrarch hides the real prize some place else but who knows really?

[b]Relations:[/b]
[i]Positive:[/i]
-Galvan, God of the Forge
-Oao, God of Darkness
-Sleeth, God of Murder
-Meztliyaotl, Goddess of the Moon
-Leoric, God of Lust
-Legorian, God of the Seas

[i]Neutral:[/i]
-Korimoto, Goddess of War
-Legio, God of Men
-X, God of Knowledge
-Califer, God of the Hunt
-Aela, Goddess of Life
-Arthenon, God of Predation

[i]Negative:[/i]
-Polaris, God of Stars
-Telios, God of the Sun
-Azah, Goddess of Justice
-Alinus, God of Death
-Asmoday, God of the Underworld

[b]Powers:[/b]
[i]-To a pulp!:[/i] The regenerative ability of the god are simply beyond anything seen in any other gods. Slice him in half and he'll only pause for the moment it takes him to reform. Though, there is no such thing as true immortality, cut him in small enough pieces and even he will not come back from the dead.

[i]-Sanguine power:[/i] Blood is the essense of life! The Aether might be the source of creation but nothing compares to the blood of mortals and gods alike when it comes to life itself. Necrarch being the god of the stuff thus finds his power greatly enhanced when the blood of mortals flow in such places as the battlefield, sucking the thing to him from the ground and insuring many would die before he did go to the grave.

-Raise the dead: 

[b]Godly Equipment:[/b]
[i]-The contract:[/i] A scroll he carries on his person at all time, when he offers unlife to mortals, it is at the cost of their total submission. They may revere another god, but their prayers are reserved to him. Woe to those who break the contract and go against their new master as their unlives are forfeit and they shall be given back to death in the most atrocious of pains.

[b]Demi Gods: [/b]
[url=https://image.ibb.co/jftwNF/1500335331756.jpg]-Morngwen:[/url] Long ago, a slave in the harem of an emperor asked for undeath. Necrarch wasn't very impressed but she then swore to make things highly interesting for the god in the Emperor's court. Curious and bored in that particular moment, he accepted and gave her the eternal youth she sought. Things indeed were interesting as the slave became Empress and led to the most fabulous end of a civilization that Necrarch had ever seen. Amazed, the god was enamored with this fabulous actress and invited her in his domain where for decades they lived together. In the end, this actress however realized the best years of her life were behind her and that nothing would ever top what she did. She asked for rest, to be left to return to the god of death. Necrarch was selfish, but he loved her. This love left behind Morngwen, scion of Necrarch. He loves his daughter like a parent and she is an important person to him, but she can't help but feel an enormous burden on her shoulder. To be more than something Necrarch was forced to love, to be something he could admire, to become an actress on the world scene worth noticing!

[b]Name of your Land:[/b] Fallen Boletia

[b]Lands: [/b]
The lands of Boletia were destroyed at the fall of their empire in the early days of men, but enamored with the civilization, Necrarch brought it back from death, its illustrious leaders made unliving and population trapped under his spell to serve him in death to rebuild as it was. Today Boletia is a peninsula in the middle of the world, isolated on all sides by either the sea or a chain of mountains. The land seems to come from a fairy tale, manors here and there and great cities where all the luxuries are allowed, the dead slaving away to produce them hidden deep into the earth as on the surface, the inhabitants not needing food left the entirety of the land a tamed and maintained garden, no farms or untamed wilderness serving as eyesores in beautiful Boletia.

[b]People:[/b]
[i]-Old Boletians:[/i] The original human inhabitants of the land who once ruled what many consider the greatest empire the world ever saw! Facing their destruction they begged the last gods who would save them to make them endure, that Boletia was too great to perish, that he'd be their new masters if he did. Necrarch accepted and today the elite of the empire lives on as a few powerful wight kings over large estates while its soldiery hides its old bones under antiquitated armors and the commoners are nothing but necromantic puppets used to maintain this eternal realm.

[i]-New Bolerians:[/i] Undead of all kind and all origins flock to Boletia, where they will not face punishment for their defiance of nature.

[i]-Necromancers:[/i] Mortals who realize the power Necrarch holds and are smart enough to desire it, and also smart enough to be wary of defying death, he who will always gets his due, if not now or in a hundred years. They are of different creeds and cultures but all are servants of Necrarch (rather than slaves).

[i]Culture:[/i] The cultures here are almost as numerous as the people that still retain intelligence. It would be wrong to say Necrarch only chooses brave heroes or ambitious kings as his minions. Artists that didn't have enough time to accomplish their masterwork and leave satisfied, engineers and architects with a vision they must accomplish and other people not quite prepared to die all share common land here in relative peace. Undead do not need food and many other commodities and undead slave labor provides for all they could want otherwise, this is a peaceful society, almost an utopic one really. But there is one thing all sentient undead are known for: Their fear of death. It would take only a moment of Necrarch not maintaining the link that separates all the people in Boletia  for death to claim them and as such, if age, diseases and many other ills have no effect on them, sentient undead are notorious cowards who will save their hides at any cost.

[i]Technology:[/i] Classical Rome

[i]Capital:[/i]
[url=https://pre01.deviantart.net/e76f/th/pre/f/2014/252/e/f/capital_inner_plaza_by_ishutani-d7ymxx3.jpg]-Necropol:[/url] The city of triumph, where the roof tiles and pavement was made from the gold of the people conquered by Boletia! This city was one of the marvels of the ancient world and now remains a testament of their legacy, every street being punctuated by an arc of triumph or another monument celebrating long gone glory. Here the god of undeath marshal his troops and receive audience. 

[b]Beings:[/b]
[i]-Lichs: [/i] Those who would hide their souls from death in a container warded by the god of undeath. They have the most freedom of all undead as their souls are protected, not owned by Necrarch, though their lives are equally in his hands.[/hider]