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While Lei's Domain is a mystery, much is known of her portfolios. The most obvious involves automata, beings of clockwork and coiled springs, which she creates effortlessly and in great number. Another is strongly linked to books of fiction, of which she has a nearly limitless supply, and the contents of which she can realise as simulacra, forming not-quite illusory flora and fauna from words on a page. The third involves powerful transmutative magic, especially of her own body and environment.

Chaotic Neutral

Lei likes to be fancy. Not act fancy, just be fancy. Fond of dramatic entrances, an aura of untouchable smugness pervades most of what she does, which is usually exactly what you don't want her to do. Life's a game, when you're the Mater, and it's easy to get the impression that she wears her masks purely to hide the fact that she's teetering on the edge of laughing at you.

With all the petty spite of someone who enjoys tripping up passerby with her cane, Mater Lei placidly denies or subverts every request placed on the position she's been entrusted with, and happily cheats, tricks and lies her way through godly transactions. Fortunately, she's not malicious, and will bow out and call quits before she involves herself with serious trouble. Lei also tends to be polite, even helpful, especially in things of little (or extraordinary) consequence.

For all her easygoing strut, Lei isn't entirely secure in herself. She hides her anger well, but not perfectly, and fears both her task and her pantheon. She tells herself that she is safe, and can usually believe it, but there's only so much she can do. She fears, also, that someone may eventually see her face.

She also attends a lot of balls.

It is Mater Lei's belief, informed or otherwise, that the gods must be both the sole and the sovereign rulers of the universe. There can be no great power outside them, nor may any great power surpass them. For this reason, Lei guards the Vault from which the gods emerged and to which they may return, such that none of her nieces and nephews in the pantheon may wield power other than their own.

Lei isn't particularly stringent about this, though. The Door tends to stay perfectly well closed of its own accord, and she's known to let the pantheon loan or make use of other oddities in the Vault in order to perform feats that may otherwise have been beyond them, such as creating planets, travelling time, or altering the fundamental properties of the universe. The costs of operating such oddities are high, but so long as Lei doesn't have to pay it herself, she doesn't particularly care either. Her primary goal, after all, is simply to have a grand old time.

Lei seldom changes form, but regularly her costume. From formal to semi-formal to casual*, Lei always has some outfit up her sleeve for the occasion, usually in the gold-grey-red colour scheme she's addicted to. She wears human flesh often, usually stealing the body of whichever pretty mortal girl she last ran into who happened to be wearing her colours*, sometimes returning it later and often keeping it (and the girl) for herself as an attendant. When the need arises to be small, she takes the form of a serpent.

All of Lei's faces are masks, made or stolen one way or another. In this way, though she may be highly expressive when she wants to be, her insecurities remain securely bound up inside her.

Lei's avatars are two, and rather different: Malkut, the radiant automaton, is a powerful being born of her more diligent side, not so prone to travel; and Alto, the harpy, is a lazy wanderer. These twin sons almost never appear in the same place, and generally keep to themselves.

Lei's dresses are innumerable, and rumour has it her wardrobe is a major demiplane.

Neutral

While she may be neutral and the likes, Kikoquatl is only neutral because she simply does not care about other gods, their creations, and so forth. In fact if one were to put a number on how much she cares cares, it would be a negative number. It is that way because she views almost everything as food, yes, even rocks, shut up. However, that isn’t to say that is all what she is about, she is lazy. Kiko does not want to use up any more energy than she has to, viewing it as a crime to have to go out of her way and waste energy.

That being said, Kikoquatl is extremely polite, in fact it would probably be one her main selling points if anyone were to label her as a “waifu”. She doesn't like to be rude, viewing it as a sin and outright uncalled for. This is for no particular reason as well, it’s just how she is.

Additionally, if it wasn’t apparent, Kikoquatl is a shy one. Despite being a Devourer, she does not handle social interactions very well, finding it hard to talk to something and that eating it is much easier, but it would be rude to eat the thing in the middle of the conversation. Her antisocial behavior stems from a sort of disliking of herself and having to constantly eat, it is strange thing to believe but she is unhappy that she eats and eats because she is unhappy.

It is likely that she may be somebody’s waifu. Perhaps if a Heartworm affected her, she would would feel some form of love.

Chaotic Neutral

Grumju could easily be described as insane due to his behavior however he would see himself as a perfectionist,he giggles in glee at the failings of others but will just as easily applaud them for their success. He is fascinated by his fellow Gods along with their creations and delights in how they deal with problems. To this end he is happy to assist his fellow God's in their own projects but also takes great joy in presenting challenges to them after their project is complete to test it. He is not generally jealous or petty and will rarely hold a grudge if his plots are ruined. Grumj loathes cheaters and thinks that they are dull, why ruin all the fun for something as trivial as victory? Even if a challenge he set himself was to wipe out his own creations, he would prefer to let them be destroyed and start anew than 'cheat' and continue working with a weak creation. Simply put, Grumju is a gleeful little troublemaker who would see the greatest of the God's creations be pushed forwards through difficulty and innovation.

Grumju wishes to push mortal things (and to a lesser degree his own fellow deities) into greatness through the innovation that can only be found in great difficulty. He would ravage weak civilizations with pestilence and madness to push them closer to greatness. If they all die? No matter, he can always allow a new civilization to form and try again at a later date and perhaps even assist the creator of their race in making them even closer to perfection.He is just as happy to challenge individuals on a personal basis if they take his notice, bestowing blessings paired with strange curses and observing how they conquer the challenge set before them.

While Grumju may take the form of anything from a swarm of locusts to a stone statue, he usually appears in the form of a small impish creature with horns protruding from his head and a mouth full of razor sharp teeth that always seem to on show thanks to a taunting grin.

Neutral Good

Faliir is a logical being rather than an emotional one. He uses what exists of his emotions to form his morality - a gray one that he does not stray from and ironic how his mindset may seem, it prevents him from acting rash or ineffective. Perhaps preventing his from intervening where he may be of no use or where he may sully the land and people. Happy to commune, he enjoys debating with any and all creatures he is able to - with a life based around supplying mortals it seems immature to ignore their views or whims, though that is also up for debate. Ever without optimism this being is willing to fight for mortal creatures and their right to exist as a species, treating all with sympathy.

With others of the divine realm he prefers mutual understandings rather than devout loyalty within arguments or plans - hoping that others may offer advantages to use. If he is unable to gain a benefactor from a Deity he will either view you as a neutral party, a necessary evil or a villain in the most extreme circumstances.

A simple ideal; Faliir wishes to aid those without the strength themselves to fight back, as long as he agrees with their plan or morals.

Faliir takes the form of a human, nude with the exception of a brown pelt kilt else clad in a white tunic and calf-length trousers. Regardless of attire he will be found without feet garments.

Faliir's hair is a light brown with tips blond, he has a braid of several strands which runs down the further-right side of his head, reaching his shoulder. His hair is unkempt, long and points in all directions. Apart from this and his darkened lines of skin along his arms and uppee chest, there are no characteristic that differentiate Faliir from a human - if they were to exist. He is slightly taller than most and he appears to be well built with broad shoulders. Eyes of brown, a mellow voice and perfectly white teeth.

Civilization (Speech)

To all mortals, he is a fatherly and kind figure; a sort of watchful shepherd.

To his divine brethren, he is more detached. He still aches from the old wounds inflicted by the flaying winds and searing fires of his prisons; they are reminders that he is not the strongest of gods. He now knows that he must battle with his wit, as well as with the backing of the countless mortals that worship him and whose combined power can move mountains. He is ever regal and polite (as he would say such a temperament is the only one becoming of a god) and will give counsel freely to any who might ask, and may even go out of his way to offer it to those that earn his respect or have goals in alignment with his own. To those bestial demons that play at being gods and seek to upheave all that he does, he still shows a facade of reverence and respect even as he plots behind their backs.

Promus is not one to hide from mortals and work his power in subtle ways. From his appearance his divine nature is nigh always apparent, yet not overpowering. Intimidation is not his goal; he projects an aura of order and wisdom.
He often appears as a four-winged man of great beauty, wearing a kingly robe and carrying a bucket with which to water the crops and offer respite to the thirsty.


Other times he may take on a similar form that comes closer to his true nature, and appears an odd mix of bird and man as befits one who flies between the Heavens and what lies below.


To those fellow gods that are capable of perceiving his true nature, he does not try to hide his naked and purest form.

Chaotic Evil

Larwen is a being with great passion. He sees everything, and everyone as corruptible as he, if not even more so. He is extremely hedonistic, going so far as to actively pursue his desires without care of consequence. He craves perfection, his twisted cure from the natural order of the universe, and would love nothing more then to shape it to his will. Larwen does not view his actions as evil, but a pureness that invites all beings into his hold. He views himself as a gift giver, regardless of whether those gifts are malevolent. He truly believes that without his help, nothing can reach its full potential.

He views imperfect creations with abhorrence, and cares little for them in their unaltered states. Larwen sees all life as fallible. Weak. He preys upon the lesser, warping their minds with purpose and seeding their hearts with corruption. As such, he views mortal life as blank molds. They are nothing without his touch, until perfected in his own image. On the rare occasion that he ever found something incorruptible, he would remove it from existence. For if you cannot take his gifts, cannot be altered to fit, then what purpose do you have in a universe of clay?

Larwen believes that his fellow gods are misguided, without the proper purpose or perfection that he desires. He pities them for what they cannot be, but would love nothing more then to alter them as well. Any and all of their subjects, their creations, their people, all are within his grasp. If he cannot corrupt his siblings, then he will corrupt what they love, and perfect them to his own desires. He can rarely be reasoned with, and always asks for something in return for bargains or deals.

His goals are simple ones. The corruption of all life to fit his sense of perfection. To become new, to have a purpose beyond restraint, all must be consumed, altered. All is touchable to him, it must be, for if it is not, then it is already perfect. The imperfect must be perfected to fit into his warped reality. Larwen will do what he must to corrupt life in all of its forms, without hesitation, nor remorse.

Larwen is a tall twelve foot, spindly creature. His arms are long, and his hands are nimble things. Calloused and worn, they are that of a sculptor, a bread maker, smith and painter. His horns are his symbol, his mark upon reality. They are that of a crown, molded to fit that of a God. His form is the pinnacle of what he views as perfection, but the process of alteration is ever ongoing. But for now, he doesn't have any more appearances or forms.

Culture (Innovation)

Chaotic Good

Lasis is, essentially, an artist at heart. She is extremely rebellious to any type of authority, and is malcontent to take orders from others. Due to this, she is known as the Patron of Rebellion, or more flatteringly, the Curator of Innovation. She, however, genuinely has good at heart, looking to improve people's lives by challenging social order and societal norms. She prefers peaceful means to rebel, however is not above violence if she deems it absolutely necessary.

Fire (Rage)

Lawful Neutral

Cold-blooded, short-tempered, ruthless, stubborn, proud, honorable, irrational, violent, reclusive, eccentric

Grimloq is a god of few words(Which is perhaps a good thing given his monstrous voice.) and little wants. He upholds himself with great pride as a warrior first and a creator second. He looks down upon the other gods, yet his distinct preference for isolation rarely lets that animosity show. This animosity is defaulted by his prideful nature, viewing himself superior to others of his kin, yet in secret he does seek their respect and acknowledgement.

Often will Grimloq take sport in manifesting himself for battle against his own creations, or rewarding those that prove their strength either through challenging him or through spectating of a battle presented to his honor. There are times when Grimloq himself will manifest simply to experience the life of his creations. To hunt, to eat, to rule. He occasionally engages in the way of life his living creations make for themselves, be it wild beast or peaceful tribe, like a father desperate to connect with a son. He is often inspired by mortals, particularly fond of brave and powerful individuals whether or not they are a part of his creation or from another God.

In dealing with others he most often shows few emotions, but he is certainly quick to anger, and once he has made his mind on something; such as viewing another god as an enemy, or seeing through a strategy, he will rarely ever deviate from that path. His passion for battle and blood lust certainly shows in a heated battle, for he takes honor in his berserk-like tendencies, and appreciates foes that do the same. To him.

Beyond his simple desires of warrior, his pride also comes from his creations, which he strives to 'create in his likeness', creatures that will bear a reptilian with his heritage of his own cold-blood and fire, or ancient weapons that would be created by his forge. In short, to simply observe his own creations evolve and perhaps, impress his other kin, with the power his creations will possess or the 'beauty' they will have is more rewarding to him then winning a spar or smiting a foe.

(Work in progress.)

True Neutral

Orfai is something of an enigma; He is neither good nor evil, neither chaotic nor lawful. Like all beings however, in spite of his nature, there are a number of things about Orfai that are consistent; he is inquisitive and enjoys hoarding knowledge, however mundane it might seem at a glance. He is smug and often self assured, treating the mortal world as a personal laboratory for experimentation. The word scientist might be applied to him, and while he lacks the portfolio of innovation (somewhat to his chagrin), he does not shy away from planting seeds of knowledge and technology in the heads of mortal men to lead them to great discovieries. He is a patron of philosophers and thinkers, but also the source of great change and upheavel. Despite change itself not being his domain, as the result of the dissemination of knowledge, Orfai has somewhat adopted it into himself.

Orfai often takes the role of an observer to the going ons of the world, but this is a facade. The god is very active in influencing the affairs of Mortals, inserting powerful artefacts into the world, imbuing the ambitious with supernatural powers and orchestrating the rise and fall of cities and kingdoms simply to see the effect it will have on the world.
When he is not observing - or perhaps experimenting or playing with would be more apt - the mortal world, Orfai is working to expand his knowledge and collection of secrets. He is the kind of being who would not be content until he knows everything there is to know, and even then he would likely be double checking to make sure he didn't miss something.
Aside from this endless pursuit of knowledge, a frivolous goal stalks his fantasies; The vault that Mater Lei guards. Though he does not admit it openly (or indeed, even to himself at times) and keeps it hidden away, he hungers for the knowledge that lies sealed inside. He would see the extradimensional vault and door fall under his authority - not to use that which lies within nor even out of any dislike of Lei, whom he is in fact rather fond of- but simply because it is in his nature to desire it.

Orfai is not static with his appearance, indeed he is deliberately changing and secretive. Sometimes he appears as a formless void or even changes through multiple forms right in front of others. This had led to him being almost impossible to depict by mortals, so he is often instead indicated by his mark, which is perhaps the only uniform thing about him. Still, while he tends to change his appearance, if he takes a humanoid form it is often as a dignified figure of learning unless he is deliberately seeking to mask his identity; a scholarly old academic, a wizened philosopher or a governess. Otherwise it is as a shapeless mist, or a figure that is constantly changing shape.

Lawful Good

Ipeyr is in all ways a benevolent being. He is heavily dedicated with his followers, whom describe him as "A truly kind god" or "A savior". These statements are in fact true, as he's never once enacted ill-will upon the world, nor allowed a being to die.(A being whom he deemed wasn't ready to die. He is well aware that while Life must ebb eventually, that is the only way for it to begin again). Despite being a god, he's oddly laconic, only saying whats important and not much else.

He's not known to converse with the other gods, nor interfere with their plans. It's a matter of mutual respect and simple not caring for matters he deems "unimportant"

Simple; Ipeyr is on the side of Life and thus wishes to aid it, mainly his followers.

When he does choose to manifest in a physical form(always human), Ipeyr normally dons simple stark white-well-everything. It's really an eyesore and a dramatic contrast to wherever he appears. His hair is wheat gold and droops in messy curls like a veil in front of his visage. Said visage consist of light olive skin, embellished with thin pink lips, a rather flat nose, and finished with warm umber hues. Nothing to differentiate himself from a normal person, other than his unusual clothing.

(Work in Progress)

Neutral Evil

Axnas is a being of strict, disciplined vision. He is uncompromising in his beliefs that the Solarous are capable of great things, and he is willing to destroy anyone who he perceives as an inconvenience along the path to bringing his people to their full potential. This core concept—the foundation of his outlook—was set in stone the moment he was conceived and could see their untapped potential. He wished to bring them to another plateau of existence beyond what any mere divine could ever hope to achieve. This eventually led him to judge those around him as a weak and purposeless by comparison, and continues to drive him to create a future for the Solarus that is devoid of petty weaknesses and base barbarism.

As one might expect, a major facet of Axnas's personality is his complete intolerance for substandard Serephim. Those who submit themselves to their primitive instincts, eschewing their potential for greatness through ignorance and weakness, are anathema in his eyes. The masses that cannibalize wildly on others out of pure hunger are, to him, insulting creatures that serve no purpose but to be consumed to bolster the strong-willed and able-minded, which allows the most capable to enhance their senses and grow closer to his ideal. He is extremely adamant that Seraphs should continue to better themselves without rest. Should even one rumor of unworthy behavior reach his ears, even if it is just a single lapse from an otherwise exemplary Seraph, the punishment from his judgment is swift and merciless, earning him the title of the 'Cosmic Terror'.

Although an imposing individual by virtue of both his unmatched power and his willingness to use it to obliterate those who oppose his ideals, the 'Prime Solarus' is perfectly rational—even courteous—to those he deems worthy of his respect. Any Seraph that displays the qualities that he finds most suitable is treated as an equal in his eyes. Each, however, must uphold the standards of his ideals, else they might quickly spark his ire and face complete annihilation at the hands of a god who has no tolerance for the worthless. No matter how different beings viewpoints may be, the Flayed Prince uses his ability to express his conviction through his movements, tone of voice, and actions to retain order much the same way that a judge of the human world would do in a courtroom.

All of the emotions that Axnas finds useless or degrading are hidden deep within the flesh of his soul, heavily suppressed by the same discipline that allows him to rule and conquer as the Prime Solarus. He does this to ensure that he meets his own standards, and that the drives of his own primal instincts remain locked away in the name of progress. As a result, each major emotion that he shows is almost entirely under his control. He does not become elated unless he permits himself to feel the rush of positivity, nor does he become angry without a purpose to its expression. On a functional level, this allows him to utilize his powers and skills in ways no others can, with him accessing primal feelings whenever he deems it beneficial to battle. When looked at through a social perspective, however, it makes the man seem incredibly cold. He rarely smiles or shows any emotion at all, even when cutting down dissidents.

Neutral Good

Despite the unpleasantness associated with his work, Pelegath is a kind and merciful god who generously uses his power for the benefit of those who do not manage to invoke his wrath. In fact, The Putrid One thoroughly enjoys speaking with mortals that can stand the horrible reek that emanates from him but many people unacquainted with him are usually, understandably, uneasy at the sight of him.

He is slow to anger and quick to forgive, especially when those who raised his ire make concerted effort to atone. Virtually the only act a mortal is capable of that would truly anger him are meddling in necromancy and undeath which he sees as affronts to the natural order. Such magics can be used to avoid Death and therefore him far longer than any non-divine being should. Though his anger rarely surfaces, it is nothing to be trifled with.


Though a bringer of destruction, Pelegath has no love for needless destruction. Rot prepares the way for new life and creation. There is intent beyond carnage.

Pelegath’s exact form is ever changing with parts growing and rotting off him in a never ending cycle. At times he appears in a form with a patchwork of rotted skin spotted with maggots squirming within his flesh and other times his form is mostly bones with scraps of rotted meat clinging to his frame. No mater what form he takes, flies swarm him wherever he appears and mold clings to him as tightly as the stench of death that hangs in the air about him. Despite the fluidity of his shape, there are a few constants about his form such as the presence of antlers of various composition and states of decay. Most every form he takes has antlers in some capacity.

End (Forgotten)

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As common sense, all things existed and inhabited in a world of which they considered as “reality.” And in fear of all things penetrating the fabric of reality, limits on beings were crafted. For example, they could only grow to a certain height; do a certain amount of work before getting tired; sleep a certain amount of time before waking for the next day. All have its birth at a given time, calculated to the smallest unit of time, and died when they had completed their trips. And Sebna is the one that is going to greet them at the end of the journey. It is the reminder of which the creator had made for this world on the first day of its limited time. Memories fade and words vanished on hard walls are its job. Making sure all things meet its doom is its sole existence. Extinguishing it would not stall their inevitable ends. If anything, another Sebna-like would be created to remind them of their death.

In its presence, things are hard to describe for the least. For the soft cases, a predator would forget it is hunting and ended up revealing himself. Or, a person would cease his farming work for a few minutes doing nothing before pursuing their works. But in longer cases, where the being is a few meters from Sebna, bizarre things would surely happen. And most changes are not fixable by any conventional means. Trees forgot they needed to plunge their roots deep into the ground to survive will begin to dance; fish forgot that they needed breathing in water will walk on land; and knowledge (words, tome, glass, or anything that has the mark of civilization ) will begin deteriorating to its very fundamental forms at an alarming rate. Gods in this close proximity would feel a strange unhappiness when staying this close to Sebna, just as all things do when Death is next to them.

Possibly Neutral-Lawful as there are still some rules that it abides by.
+ It shall not kill or join in any plans of which ending another god's life
+ It shall never abandon its duty
+ It is allowed to protect its life in life and death situation

. But it is quite childish, sometimes naive and playful. But there are also times when it is logical and filled with strange radicals moments. Maybe the best word to describe is something similar to multiple personalities within one. But don't worry, the being couldn't even talk in its basic form. After all, have you ever heard a talking mist? As such, Sebna would never use complicated and old words like "Thee" or something alike. Most of its commandments are basically just what it is said. A naive and playful god

Sebna has always dreamed of having a family that lasted for eternal. It is always lonely to be the person that left behind, spending in the blank state of the world.

A mist and anything that Sebna wanted or it likes. But the clear indication of its existence is the appearance would always compose from a mist.

I don't know

Death (The Mortal Coil)
Césure's domain of Death provides for quite a range of unsightly, ghastly, and tummy-upsetting portfolios. After all, nobody wants to hear that the fun and wonderful party that they've been raving at for their entire lives is coming to a timely end. But that is the sad (or happy, or hilarious, or arousing) truth of existence. Death is, at its core, the fundamental ending of Life. It is a return to form for that which has so miraculously come into its own, so that a continuous cycle of balance and energy and yada yada yada blah blah you've heard all this claptrap before. Point is, Césure's portfolio is that of the fellow who picks up the mortal coils as they slough off of their careworn previous owners. He then takes this essence and gives the best portion of it over to the gods of Life, while keeping a portion for those of Death, and a smaller embezzlement fee for his own good deeds.

Césure can prolong or foreshorten any living being's death, which while not causing or preventing it, is his primary sensation of amusement from existence. His abilities also mean that he has offered up many mortals with some of his more accessible and mundane techniques of toying with the bounds of death, if his whims deemed them worthy. In rare cases, when Virgule wishes to feel very involved, he can prevent the mortal coil from detaching and cause unDeath. He doesn't tend to do this particularly often, though it isn't difficult, because his zombies are inevitably destined to have their mortal coils torn asunder by the strain which makes them non-cashable tender. Essentially, Césure's undead army of servants would be require him to forego pay on behalf of himself and the other Death gods, would jeopardize the balance and all that boogity woogity, and is just too much of a pain in his ass to warrant doing. He does however grant one fanatical priest unDeath per year, in exchange for favours on Césure's behalf. It's pretty hilarious because most of those favours involve elaborate practical jokes on the servants and attachés of other gods.

Neutral Evil

Imagine if one day, you were called up out of whatever backwater non-existent pub you had been lurking in for a few eons, and were given the odious task of dealing with dead, dying, and soon-to-be-dying people, for eternity. Yeah, you'd probably end up the same way as Cés(/keɪs/). Namely, the man is constantly looking for new ways to poke fun at existence itself, and any means he can find of making his job more amusing. He's been at this endlessly, and he tends to go through phases. He'll have to deal with a particularly long war with plenty of prisoners on hand, being tortured, and the amazement on the torturers faces at the seeming endurance of the tormented will be evidence of Cés' hand in things. He's also tried making deaths quick and painless for some, though these are generally people whose story he had been following in the first place and even gave a shit about to begin with.

To describe Cés as arbitrary is to call fire warm, or water damp. The god's only seeming motivator is what will provide the next laugh, chuckle, or bemused observation as he toys with the very mechanics of death itself. He is especially fond of the cults that rise up to worship him, as they seem to do unexpected and surprising things with consistency. As far as inter-god relations are concerned, Cés couldn't care less about them, and tends to view them more than anything with veiled jealousy and bitterness. His duties require his every moment in some capacity, whereas they have so much more freedom. Thus he has a decidedly vindictive streak, especially against the gods of Life, which he mostly can keep hidden when he is forced to deal with them. That being said, Cés' tricks, tasks, and mortal servants are particularly famous for garnering the anger of the gods, usually several at once.

Césure's goals can be summarized as being the amassing of a personal trove of mortal coils to some greater purpose. Every single stolen and scrimped soul is preciously and protectively hoarded somewhere hidden from the eyes of the gods. Whether his actual end is to increase his own power, dominion over the physical world, or gods forbid, some off-brand of undead Disney World, it is unclear that even he himself knows. Much more concrete is Césure's hatred of his obligations and duties, and thus one of his wider goals through whatever means necessary is to break free of his unwilling committal to collect the mortal coils. More than anything, deep within his pale gray consciousness, Césure Virgule wants to be left alone. A sort of soft nihilism sulks behind his every action, and is the prime mover for his actions independent of his godly duties.

On the godly plane, Césure bears an uncanny resemblance to Nathan Fillion, to scale as a matter of fact. It is from this form that he derives his other more general manifestations on his frequent incursions to the mortal plane. A tall handsome man in somber suits, well-groomed but rakish even in middle-age. While he prefers this form, and keeps to it as much as he can, the nature of collecting mortal coils means that Césure makes it a habit of taking on the form of wisp of watery mist that can be mistaken as any number of bodily fluids, as well as his godly beast of choice (a brown rat.) Needless to say, Césure has never been one for big dramatic entrances or exits, and while not trying to be undetectable, prefers to be overlooked when possible.

At its most fundamental level, domestication is the act of creating order from chaos. To bind that which is wild to the will of the civilized. To Regulus, chaos is death and order is life. While both are necessary, one does not need to promote chaos, except in the most extreme of situations. For as a boulder will roll down a hill, the world will fall towards chaos and death. It is thus his divine duty to promote life and order.

While all life has value, hierarchy is natural in all things. Without hierarchy, there is chaos, and chaos is death. Thus it is the right of the strong, of the wise, of the intelligent, to rule the weak, the foolish, and the ignorant. Though, one must rule with benevolence and grace in order to be favored by Regulus.

Lawful Good

Regulus is a benevolent and caring god. While he values all life, he does not value all life equally. He values strength, intelligence, and nobility, as will use his divine power to reward those who demonstrate those traits.

He will state that he values order above all else. He greatly appreciates innovation, and encourages self-improvement and growth. Otherwise, he is quite resistant to change, and frowns upon wanton destruction, and madness. Though, in reality, he does truly care for the well-being of life, and can simply get angry because he does care deeply about it and he can be to stubborn to admit his failings. He sees suffering as a necessity evil, a fire to forge life into something greater and to teach them temperance, but can be over-protective at times.

Regulus seeks only to safe guard, and nurture life. While even he is unsure if it is possible, his wish is to create a mortal paradise for all living things to live in, and to remove the influence of what he refers to as "The Evil Gods" from the world of the living.

Regulus appears as a tall humanoid with a gold skin tone. His face still more angular and jutted than a human, and his teeth are sharp but otherwise his anatomy is human-like. He has long, bright gold hair that comes down to his neck. He wears a very fancy, purple vest, and similarly fancy brown trousers. He is almost always seen wielding a spear, which handle is made of gnarled oak wood, and point is made of a sparkling blue crystal, bound together by vine and a golden metal band.

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Being a Hero, Yu has neither domain nor portfolio. However, his powers are clear. Yu is an adept manufacturer of war demons, creating them one by one with his own magic and contorting them into weapons or binding them into servants. Such power has many applications beyond the fields of war (a large devil will just as easily plough a field as carry a chariot), but it is for war that this skills were long ago learned.

Lawful Neutral

Yu is a hero of a kind not wholly undeserving of the title. Very patient and always of reason to smile, Yu deals kindly with his fellow mortals until the time comes to stop doing that. He (he?) is also cheeky, and a relentless flirt, in a mostly (but not entirely) tasteful fashion. His respect for authority is certainly no less than his respect for all other things, but it doesn't seem to be much greater, either.

If Yu has a crippling flaw, it is that he follows orders well. If given reason to perform a task for another, he will do it, swiftly, cleanly, and with chilling brutality. The nature of his trade, where he plies it, has somehow become wholly separate from who he is in his own mind. Its consequences are the responsibility of those who ordered him. To Yu, it is not only normal to wipe blood off one's knives before playing with children, but wholly and utterly mundane.

A knight in search of a lord. Yu does not work for the highest bidder unless he or someone he treasures is in desperate need of the money. Instead he seeks noble causes and honourable leaders. He need not stay by them for long. It is not unheard of for Yu to pledge himself to a lord whose principality has fallen under siege only long enough to drive the invaders back to the border, and leave them to fend for themselves after that.