Personality:A manic god in the ancient era. Cimeru's temper flairs and subsides as the tides. His greatest weakness is his attention span and obsessions. His creations might entertain him for a while but this is fleeting fascination. He pays homage to all of the Primordial beings, but this too is dependent on his mood. For Cimeru, nothing is permanent and this is true of his creations and his personality.

Other: Cimeru was one of the first divine beings, and quickly formed the great ocean that surrounds the mortal realm...

Deity Name: Ferran
Domain: Metal


Realm: The Deep Castle

From the outside, the Deep Castle appears to a dirt hovel. However within the hovel there is a staircase leading down. The next floor down is a circular cavernous room made of carved stone and houses a giant stone door that guards the entrance to the deep castle proper. This floor is also guarded by four metallic golems. The next floors, in order, are composed of bronze, iron, silver, gold, and then platinum. On the final floor, below the platinum level, is the Deep Forge, which is composed of rock and molten metal.

Personality: Ferran is patient and meticulous. He is both slow to anger and hard to please. While he can malleable in his stances, it normally takes him a long time to reach a position, and even longer time to change his position. He has a certain degree of respect for mortals, but expects them to earn his favor with care and diligence as opposed to flattery or sacrifice. Ferran always tries to busy himself with projects, whether it is building a kingdom or forging a sword, he takes great pride in the act of creation, and seeks to encourage the skilled to do the same.

Other: An early deity who created metal, and hide it deep within the earth.

Despite its name, Neberziel is not technically under anything. It is a completely separate realm, although a physical entrance may be found deep beneath the Earth towards the core. This is called the Pit of Ahael and often mistaken for being the Underworld since it is so deep underground. Neberziel itself is rather barren. An endless, stone-grey canyon littered with bone cages suspended from chains and the odd emerald-flame. The canyon stretches on forever in all directions. Indiscriminately situated on the canyon floor is a hulking metallic throne, forged by Ferran as a gift to the Lord of the realm. Placed mere feet in front of the throne is a well-worn chopping block with dried bloodstains for decoration. It is here where the dead are served judgement kneeling as they wait.

Echoing wails of those long passed can be heard in the distance. They originate from the River Oberon which is located beyond the canyon to the west, though it seems to be inaccessible by any normal means. It is here where the souls of the damned remain, forever floating by. However there is no noticeable current and the river seems to meander and split in several directions at once. Merely gazing upon it is enough to elicit feelings of nausea for any mortal fortunate enough to witness it. In order to aid him in governing the dead, Azhriel has enlisted the servitude of four souls who were once powerful living beings known as the Ashen Guard. These four loyal avatars oversee the general influx of Souls and take turns at standing guard at the Pit of Ahael. Though their Souls have been reinstated into new forms, they are still considered dead.

Personality:

The true child of Life & Death despite Ragnagedon's mad ravings to the contrary. Azhriel's birth was one of necessity. To guide the souls of those lost by the Fire God's hand. At his father's behest, Azhriel essentially cleaned up after Ragnagedon sifting through the mountains of dead deciding whom should be allowed to live again and whether the deceased may rest in peace or misery. Over time his role has expanded to account for all souls that inevitably pass on.

As the Lord of the Underworld, Azhriel is undeniably protective of all souls he welcomes into his embrace. Good, Evil, Chaotic or Lawful. No matter the judgement, they become his children and he would see the end of all other realms in order to protect them. Other Gods have, at times, tried to seduce him in order to utilise the Souls of the damned for their own gain, some have even tried to kill him. But not one has succeeded. Buffed heavily by his Judicator Form, Azhriel has fought back every attempt to gain forceful entry into Neberziel.

As a Judge, he remains unbiased to the occurrences of the other realms. From the petty squabbles of his fellow Gods down to the territorial battles waged between the fledgling Humans, Azhriel refuses to choose a side. Throughout his tenure, Azhriel has remained neutral of all things except for the actions of the God of Fire. He is stalwart in his duties and truly believes in the balance that must be maintained between both Life and Death. That Ragnagedon continuously attempts to upset this balance, whilst falsely professing to be of the same heritage, exists as the only thing that actually irks him.

Other:

Hidden somewhere deep in Neberziel is a cavern that hosts the Soul of an Old God. Details of who they were or how they came to be killed are lost to all but the Lord of the Underworld. Azhriel rarely visits the Old God though when he does, it is usually out of some dire need for knowledge or direction. There aren't many among his brethren who know of this soul but even in death, faint remnants of their once-great power can still be felt.

Deity Name:
Sveiand
The Cold One, The Pure, Renvontulet

Domain:
God of Cold

Appearance:
He has many forms for many an occasion - as any respectable deity should in his opinion. These will change as his portfolio expands and the RP progresses.
Appearance before other deities and humanoids for civilized purposes:

When travelling in the wilderness:

When communicating with believers to show approval or convey a message:

Realm:

Niflheim, Home of Mist
Niflheim has not yet been visited by mortals due to its remote location in formidable surroundings. Located on the frozen sea encircled by the North Crown, this vast floating ice cap, calves monstrous ice bergs and is sculpted by biting winds. Sveiand’s realm is as beautiful as it is deadly - not that anyone has visited in a while. Ferocious blizzards and blankets of snow in ever changing drifts make navigation impossible. This protects the solitude and purity of the very concept of cold himself, in a sprawling villa complex of ice.

Personality:
Sveiand is a god who seeks to find his own happiness. He knows this may be a challenge given possible pre-conceptions of his abilities but he is determined to make a name for himself whether this be for better or worse. He may come across as harsh and cold (pun intended) but he is just brutally honest and will say it how it is. He's more than happy to work with other deities but will always be looking out for number one.
Cold and closed, he is seen by many as a harbinger of death, yet he yearns for companionship that few can provide in his realm of ice and snow and therefore lures many a male companion in the long winter months with the promise of shelter from the very situation he has caused. The designer of snowflakes, Svei dislikes disorder and chaos, preferring order and calm in the hope that he can one day provide joy where he currently causes suffering. However, given his past treatment, he is quite vengeful and shallow - his attitude can turn quickly like a winter storm. But could he actually be the father of a great people thriving in cold climes? Worshipped for cleansing disease and pests? Revered for purifying water? Only history yet to be written can tell...

Other:
Born of the universe at the same time as Ragnagedon, whereby so far they have kept the world in balance.

Deity Name: Oao (Pronounced "O-Ow").

Domain: The Darkness.

Appearance:

To start, no darkness shaped by her has eyes. She simply sees through their essence.

Oao has many forms for she wears the darkness around her, shaping it as both an extension of her body and a cover to conceal herself within. Her most familiar shape of darkness is that of a tall willowy humanoid, lithe with a subtle feminine shape to it. It's arms are almost as long as it's body is and possesses a pair of exceedingly long yet thin hands. It's face is a completely featureless mask sitting underneath a mass of long wispy tendrils of darkness serving as what could be assumed to be hair. It's legs end in a single trunk that sprawls out at the ankle level with several dark roots that pull it forward as a means of locomotion.

Her true form is that of an emaciated genderless little humanoid, a rather pathetic creature. Her skin is whiter than snow and she's no larger than a human child though she may appear smaller as she tends to remain hunched forward. She has got bony arms with two twig-like fingers and an only slightly thicker thumb. Despite being thin little bones called fingers they are long enough to reach around the entirety of an adult human's head. Her feet are normal sized for a human child though they only possess two little claw-like toes.

Her face is gaunt and narrow with thin lips and a mouth full of needle fine teeth. Shorter sets of these teeth run all the way down into her throat, allowing her to chew what she swallows all the way down. She has got shallow cheeks with eyes twice the size of a human's. Completely filling her eyes is a deep darkness, an abyss so black staring deeply into them can leave one's grip on sanity loosened. As though swimming in the shores of the fathomless darkness which appear to stretch on for eternity are two vanishingly small points of white light. There is only one for each eye, two minuscule stars set to float atop an infinite void confined within the space of her rather large eyes. Oao has long straight silky jet black hair that appears very well groomed, something to be envied by many with long dark hair were they to discover she had it.

Her voice is a soft, light pitch like that of a wispy young girl. Whenever she speaks it's always with a tremble to her voice, becoming shakier the more afraid she is.

Realm: The Caverns of North Crown.

North Crown, the human name given to the mountain range that encircles the northern pole of the world like a massive crown. Deep throughout this range is a truly massive series of caverns which form a truly labyrinthine maze beneath the mountains that she calls home. She has no subjects nor really anything to call her own. The tunnels she has dug are bare and frigid due to their proximity to the frozen lands and seas that lay within the crown. She has driven away all fauna from her territory save the creatures naturally born without eyes. Hence, only worms and moles reside within the mountains though these beasts can sometimes grow to be fairly large when left unchecked. Rockborer worms in particular tend to range on the rather gigantic size of things, growing to about the same mass as whales and possessing massive hardened beaks designed to bore through solid rock, hence the name.

Much of these caverns have been plastered with congealed darkness that is imbued with the power to turn aside the gaze of all beings, even the gods. Not even magic can pierce the darkness she's painted her realm in, forming a great curtain over her home that she uses to hide herself in. Of course like all things created from darkness it is susceptible to light, the essence of illumination antithetical to that of darkness. Her darkness is strong however so woe be onto the unwary who traipse into her realm thinking a mere torch will thwart the likes of her darkness.

Personality:

Many are afraid of the dark. What most don't know is that the dark is more afraid of them.

She is perhaps the oldest of the non-primordial deities, having existed for as long as darkness itself has for she and it are one and the same. In the beginning life was quiet, comfortable, peaceful. It wasn't until Time's eye had cast it's awful light upon everything that her life had it's sudden dramatic and somewhat literal downward spiral. Resting comfortably in the darkness between stars her domain was violated by this awful illumination. Her cocoon was being eaten away the the sun's rays! In desperation she formed the darkness into a massive hardened spiral and launched herself into the earth, twisting and winding her shell about to burrow down as far as she could like some massive black worm.

Thus is the reason she resides in the darkest corners of the earth. Down in the darkest caverns and the deepest canyons, any and all spaces that sunlight has never touched, that is what she calls home. She hides herself from the eyes of all beings, even the other gods, for just like how the sun threatened her very being to it's very essence she extends that fear to all other beings with eyes. Eyes are tools of the light, dependent on it to violate the very purpose of the dark: To conceal all from the light.

She is miserable. She doesn't understand why everything is obsessed with banishing her. From the light of the sun to the fires the little humans carry there is nary a single being she's aware of that doesn't wish to violate the very nature of her essence by trying to pull away her precious domain. To her these beings are essentially seeking to strip her naked so that all may gawk upon and abuse the feeble little creature that she is. She is painfully aware of how fragile a goddess she is, a tiny delicate little being trapped in a massive stone ball run by massive beings of tremendous power, all vying to steal away her hiding spaces to claim as their own territory thus forcing her into an ever smaller corner to hide in.

Even if she were the most powerful and beautiful being alive however that would not change the fact that it is in her very nature to be afraid of being seen. The terror that something might be trying to catch a glimpse of her fills her heart and consumes her mind at all times, frequently leading to full blown panic attacks. She weeps, she shivers, she sits huddled in the dark caverns far away from all living creatures. She is lonely as she is incapable of trusting anything to not betray her. Even when creatures cannot even see her if they are even nearby her mind will trick her into feeling the sensations of their eyes grazing across her cold taut flesh. Her paranoia is massive and overall she is an emotionally unstable trainwreck of a genderless aberration filled with a growing sense of her impending doom as the gods vie to steal all that is hers away until she is inevitably left at the mercy of her greatest foe: The Sun.

Needless to say given how much grief it has caused her she holds a seething enmity towards all light, the sun chiefest of them all. She would love nothing better than to snuff out the sun and plunge the world into eternal darkness but she is too shy and cowardly to ever act out so brazenly. Until something changes she maintains focus on preserving her hold over the chthonic territories, driving out intruding deities however possible so that she may remain safely hidden from all.

Other:

- She took her name from the sound she heard coming from the void.

Agamemnon, the Colossus. A massive, golem-like humanoid made of raw stone, he stands at countless feet tall. His hands are massive enough to crush houses in their palms or cause rockfalls with a small movement. Wise mortals pray to him whenever they descend below the surface. His face is a solid slab of slate with rough, carved features. A hint of shadowy eyes, the indication of a nose… and a shadowy, gaping crevice of a mouth. From his chin sprouts a mighty beard composed of white marble, giving him the look of an old, wizened man.

A rough tunic is suggested by the form of the stone around his body, gathered at the waist and flowing below. Upon his head is a rough crown of rock spars, glittering with gemstones.

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Ankh, the realm of Agamemnon, is a vast underground cavern; so deep and dark that it is said even the sun could not find the floor from the ceiling. Formed from the stone and rock of his domain, great veins of various minerals, gemstones, and various underground phenomena make up the confines of the cavern. Many tunnels branch off from the main cavern into smaller caves and some eventually find their way to the surface, allowing mortals a path to the great tomb of the Earth god. Some of these caves have flooded, full of freezing water that is home to small aquatic life that have never seen the light of the sun. Traversing these tunnels is a dangerous task, but occasionally humans have entered them in search of useful metals and gemstones.

A race of almost humanoids called the Drar thrive in these tunnels. Long limbed, gaunt and impossibly pale, they exist only to mine further into the bedrock, collecting minerals to grow Agamemnon’s throne even further. Mortals which venture too far into the tunnels sometimes fall prey to their vicious teeth...

In the center of the greatest cavern, Agamemnon sits upon a massive throne. First raised from bedrock by the god himself to a height of hundreds of feet, it has been reinforced by millenia of Drar mining; covering it in rare and precious minerals.

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Agamemnon takes after his domain in many ways. Solid and unyielding, he prefers the company of himself, distrusting the plotting and deviousness of the other gods. However he has natural allies- the gods that mix their domains with his, in darkness and ores. He is slow to move, but when he is awakened he can shake the earth with his anger. He does so only reluctantly however, more interested in brooding in his dark realm and gathering minerals for his throne than the petty squabbles of the gods and short-lived mortals. Bribes and tribute, especially of the precious kind are the best path to his good will. He is known to show the path to good ore or gems to those humans wise enough to tribute for him.

He can be brutal in his actions. Bringing his wrath upon you is ill-advised, and you would do well to avoid any underground venturing or unsteady cliff faces if you do. Agamemnon’s many years have given him a world-weary wisdom, like an old shaman who guides the tribe of humans. When approached, he can give good advice for those in need.

Domain: Goddess of Love
Appearance:

Realm: The Pools of Codice. In the heart of a secluded grove of ancient trees, a forest rivulet pours into a pool of crystal-blue water in a series of misty cataracts. Dappled sunlight shines through the misty air in golden beams filtering through the canopy. The air is cool and fragrant with the smell of jasmine and passionflower. Around the babbling shores of the pools, soft lush grass grows thick enough to comfortably lay upon. The rocky ledges above the cataracts and pools are similarly covered in beds of thick spongy moss. The limbs of the trees are pregnant with a juicy fruit well beyond ripe to the point of having fermented in their own skins. A handful of these fruit would be sufficient to intoxicate a man. Every detail of this idyllic realm is tailor-made to allow for endless lovemaking. And while the Pools of Codice may be found by mortal man without the guidance of Arda, it is not known that any have. For none that have sought the carnal font have ever returned - why would they want to?

Etiology: Arda is among the oldest of the gods, one of the first coughed forth from the Void. She saw the World in its earliest days, and marveled in its glory and remarked the numerous living things that lived upon it. As she surveyed the world, she took note of the primeval men that inhabited the world. They were the most impressive of the beasts, noting that they were the most intelligent beings by far. She noticed too that men were cognizant enough to know that they were lonely and had no one with which they could confide, for man in those days were solitary and territorial beings. Arda took pity on men for their loneliness, and in her pity took human form so that she could befriend man. She knew that if she were to come before men in masculine form, man would attempt to fight and kill her. Therefore, she took on a more appealing form - with plump breasts, nubile body, and long silken hair - so that man would be drawn to her and be more inclined to treat her amiably, and so became the first woman to set foot upon the world.

Arda encountered a man named Theus, a young shepherd who had adopted a flock of goats to keep him company, as man only met other men with hostility in the early days. Theus was astounded by Arda, who had never seen a woman before and certainly not one so beautiful as she. He immediately came to Arda and was overjoyed to find another human to befriend. Arda was impressed by kindness and love that Theus showed to his flock and soon found herelf enamored with him. Theus too had fallen in love with Arda for her astounding beauty, and the two spent many months together. Their love became so great over time that Arda was no longer satisfied with spending time with Theus, she wanted to become one with him. In a fit of passion, Arda tore open the very flesh of her loins and commanded Theus to enter her, that they might fuse and become one being. Arda could not have known in those early days that mortal and god can never be conjoined, and though they attempted for many days to become one, the effort was ultimately futile. Arda and Theus' attempts to become one being became the first ever acts of lovemaking, and Theus had released into Arda numerous times his essence - his seed. In her womb, Arda willed for her divine essence to combine with that of Theus, and thereby found a way to overcome the inability for deity and mortal to fuse. For while Arda and Theus could not themselves conjoin, their essences could, and with their combined essence Arda could create versions of herself that were half mortal and half divine. And so Arda became pregnant with the first children in the world. Arda bore Theus quintuplets, all girls, who would become the first mortal women of the World. They would, however, retain some of Arda's divinity and possessed the power to create new beings within them when provided the essence of men.

The Gods eventually discovered Arda and her mortal husband Theus, and realized what Arda had done to create mortal women. Arda was captured and removed from the world, and brought before the Pantheon. Arda was ordered to explain what she had done with the mortal man Theus to create women. The Pantheon was appalled when Arda explained she had laid with Theus and used his seed to create mortal-divine hybrids with the ability to procreate. Giving humans even a taste of divinity was a heinous crime, and the Gods deliberated at length as to whether or not Arda should be destroyed for such an abominable act. It was eventually decided that the addition of women to the world would allow humans to proliferate across the World, creating great multitudes of future worshipers that would give tremendous glory to all the Gods of the Pantheon in just a few short generations. It was decided that some good would come from Arda's irresponsibility. It was decided that Arda's destruction was not warranted, but some form of punishment was merited. The ability to create children was stripped from the Goddess, leaving her barren for all eternity. In addition, it was decided that Theus would have to be taken from her, and so Theus was killed by Ragnagedon, who was sent down to the World to incinerate the man and his flocks.

With Theus' death, Arda became hysterical with grief. She returned to the world to care for her five daughters, seeking out husbands for them when they came of age. When the daughters had all found husbands for themselves, Arda left for the wild parts of the world for self-exile to grief of Theus' death and to not be reminded of him when her daughters had husbands of their own. Arda grieved in solitude for generations, over which time, man and women have multiplied across the world. Arda has now decided to conclude her grieving and return to the affairs of humanity. Despite her return, Arda has not forgotten her beloved Theus, nor how her fellow Gods so wronged her for taking him away from her.

HE WHO SWAYS THE MIND SHALL SOON HAVE THE HEART AND BODY ALSO

Deity Name: Dao Rugadh

Domain: Memory

Appearance:
No one's really seen him before. They say that when he takes a form he is a tall, angelic figure with large eyes, and sometimes, he takes the form of someone you love, someone he pulls from your memory. Sometimes he takes the form of a pale man, and it is said when he is the pale man, he has intent to become ruler of the area by way of manipulation of the populace's memories.

Realm: The Akhainne, the land of memory. It is said to be like a desert of glass with a white sky and light but no sun, and underneath the glass lies a flowing river of images, memories of man. Somewhere in this land lies a tower of mirrors, mirrors that reflect the memories of the soul who approaches it. Besides these, the realm is said to be empty, almost devoid, except for the occasional Sirenic, a creature who searches one's memory for a form to take and feeds on the memories of mortals when close until they forget everything they ever knew. It's said only one chosen by Dao Rugadh is allowed one. However, it is also rumored that, if one follows one of his divine beings, such as the Sirenic, then one will find a gate into the Akhainne. Gateways usually reside just below the surface of the water and require either the sacrifice of a notable memory or for a memory being to sacrifice one for you.

Personality: Dao Rugadh is the God of memory, yet he craves many things that are not his. While it may not be obvious to other gods, he is obsessed with mortals, especially because his domain deals almost entirely with the memory of mortals. He often takes the form of a mortal and manipulates memories until he can insert himself into a community as if he always lived there. Often, and this is another sign of his future ambitions, he will manipulate memories until he becomes the local ruler over the people, forming small cults. When he leaves these cults to return to his realm or find a different mortal land, they often remember him but forget every detail of his appearance or voice. He wishes for the power to create life, the power to manipulate the earth, many things. He wants to watch history, change history, be part of history, create history. His mood often changes from one moment to the next, unpredictably shifting from anger to joy to calm. He loves being the center of attention. He regards his fellow gods as friends, despite the fact that he isn't actually on good terms with everyone.

Other: Some say he plans on shaping the mortal races to his rule, under a false name and false memories. Others say he works to eventually gain the power to use his powers on gods just as easily as mortals. Both prospects are potentially worrying.

Many do not remember the name Dao Rugadh. He has had many names, and his skill with memory prevents many from recalling which was his first and true name. He goes by Iba, Gedag, Jiy Xinli, Neiblo, and Unsvi Svo. Some say it is because he wishes privacy; some say it is part of some hidden agenda; some say it is simply because he enjoys messing with people's minds.

It is rumored that once, when Dao Rugadh came down to the mortals, he fell in love with, of all thing, a mortal human named Ander. The god knew it would end in tragedy, but continued nonetheless. Ander knew the god as Gedag, and, to most, their relationship seemed one of a mortal chief and a loyal servant. Gedag, as he was known back then, kept their relationship secret from all, though to keep away the gods' eyes was a difficult task, one easier accomplished by his mortal disguise. This all took place after the birth of womankind, proving then how loyal Ander was to Gedag. Ander was, indeed, loyal, which, in the end, was responsible for his death. A warrior of unmatched caliber by the name of Fen attempted to overthrow Gedag - known to those mortals that weren't Ander as Gavin - and entered the hall in which the two men resided. Ander approached Fen with no weapons, as he was not himself a capable warrior and rarely kept himself in company of weapons. Fen, with two cruel knives, slashed across Ander's arms, which were raised in self defense. Then he stabbed Ander through the hand with one knife and plunged the second into Ander's stomach, then repeated the motion nearly a dozen times. Ander fell, almost instantly dead from his wounds. Gedag, distraught, retaliated by wiping Fen's mind with such strength that the man was rendered catatonic. He fled back to Akhainne. For a while, he was in grief, but he still had the memory of Ander which he could relive in the Akhainne whenever he wanted. Even still, he misses his mortal from time to time.

Deity Name: Dirka, goddess of magic
Domain: Magic
Appearance:


Realm: The Rift, a domain of pure magic. Labyrinthine corridors lead are it's connections to the mortal realm. It is inhabited by the favorite casters and the constructs she makes. Those with an apt mind can do or create anything at a thought.
Personality: Dirka is an intelligent being, always experimenting with magic to create new things. She does however do seem-ably random acts just for the hell of it, and constantly do things that people don't understand. She does have morals and doesn't like really evil things or the miss-use of magic, and often sends the souls of evil casters to a place in the Rift that breaks minds and torments the people that miss use magic. Those that piss her off are likely to have a very bad and/or short life.
Other: She loves anything that invents something new. It's the best way to get on her good side.

Domain: Stories and Adventures

Personality:
Easy to please, easy to anger. Symarus is an ever changing god, drawn forth by curiosity and boredom. Born from the imagination of mortals, he always seeks the most interesting outcome. Good and evil mean nothing to him, so long as he is entertained. Mortals may earn his patronage by being surprising, genuine, or simply insane. So long as they seek to make a story of their own. But there is nothing Symarus despises more than those who diligently and consistently work towards something beyond themselves. Those who settle for a mundane life, or who favour practicality over flair. And when bored, he can get quite vicious.

Domain:
Unlike many of the other gods, Symarus has no true home. He is a wandering god, and exists in every shadow where man means to see agency. In many ways he is a god of the human spirit, unconfined and free. Staying in one place too long would be boring, after all.

History:
By the standards of the gods, Symarus is practically a newborn. Birthed long after the primal concepts and constants of the universe were set in place, he is a more recent creation. Formed from the sentient thoughts of living beings. As such he lacks a context to interact with many of his brethren gods, and some of the most ancient barely consider him a god at all.

Domain: God of Fire
Appearance: Ragnagedon has two forms. One he uses to approach mortals to offer them his ‘gifts’ or when he approaches or is approached by his brothers and sisters. He makes an attempt to look more human and approachable. As he does not hate his siblings or the humans that truly invoke his name. However, when it comes to delivering the eternal promise of ruin Ragnagedon will turn into his fiery dragon shape and set forth.


Realm: Verzak, the Ruin-Spire Wastes

Personality:


Other: Ragnagedon is an older god. While not the first, he has been brooding most of his time at the Ruin-Spire wastes. Also, while he believes that he is born of Life and Death, the fact is that he really was born from Chaos. Any attempt to convince him of this simple and obvious fact will be answered in anger and acqusations.