[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/0EjtAmP.png[/img][/center] [hider=Iva'Krorh, The Illuminator] [center][b]Name:[/b] Iva'Krorh The white star, Illuminator [b]Domain:[/b] Knowledge [b]Appearance:[/b] [hider=Radiance][img]https://i.pinimg.com/564x/40/42/12/404212726773a7ac500b7691a880e033.jpg[/img] Typically, Iva'Krorh is depicted as a pure white being with a crown or wreath of horns of some sort extending from their head. Curiously, they are never depicted as either male or female, often appearing with traits of either. One thing across all his depictions however, is the gods lack of facial features.[/hider] [b]Realm:[/b] Cy'Lathak, The Library of Eternity Located far, far, away from civilization at the supposed edge of the world sits Cy'Lathak. A place where all the knowledge of the world supposedly converges and is cataloged, filed away by The White Star. One can reach it without divine guidance, but it is hidden from the world beyond a frigid sea, beyond a primordial forest where vicious, ancient beasts roam, past vicious white storms, all with puzzles and challenges only those with wit and insight could win against. Only those with a true lust for knowledge will ever reach it, and Cy'Lathak will welcome any such person. In truth, Cy'Lathak itself sits not in the mortal world, but a fracture between it and the void. On the edge of madness and clarity, the precipice upon which all knowledge in the world ends up, eldritch and terrible or otherwise. The entrance is located on a small, frigid island far to the north where the only people Iva has given their temporary patronage live. The entrance is carved into a massive wall of ice that spans the length of the entire island the people call 'The Wall of Hlakth'. Multiple entrances exist within its cavernous, icy walls, but none are so easily accessed. Attempting to scale the icy wall to access the Library will only lead to failure. The Library itself is a simple, single building for now...but surely, as more knowledge is generated, it shall become grander. History, mortal achievements...scientific discoveries. (To be updated as it becomes relevant in the RP) [b]Biography/History:[/b] Iva'Khrorh is about as stable as a nuclear reactor. The god can't help itself, in their constant lust and striving for all knowledge, his sanity seems to have taken a bit of a hit. Perhaps it was never there to begin with. Regardless, they desire one thing, and one thing only. Knowledge above all, no matter what it is or how it is attained. It's view on its siblings, could simply be described as uncaring. If he takes interest in another god, it is surely because he is plotting something. Iva'Krorh seems to take great pleasure in meddling in the affairs of mortals and other gods, offering them knowledge for a price, or simply seeing what a peasant would do with the power to slay kings. He often simply observes, looking for opportune moments to give people knowledge that would change the status quo. His direct interest however, is difficult to achieve, but if they have deemed something interesting, they will refuse to let it go until they have thoroughly exhausted it. The only people who currently have the fickle gods interest, is a small settlement upon the frigid Isle that has become known as 'White Dawn'. The people seemed to have been there for quite some time, living in icy huts, running constantly from the beasts that stalked the Lyssian Forest and hunting what meager food and berries they could scrape up. Seeing an opportunity, the god took it. It gave them knowledge, for a price. It taught them the miracle of fire and basic tools. Needless to say, his interference greatly assisted these people. The price paid? Once every winter, a single person shall attempt making the trek to Cy'Lathak. None of these people have yet to make it to the mythical Library. The people of White Dawn are near unshakable in their faith, and believe that once one makes the trek, they shall be granted even more knowledge. [b]Notes:[/b] (Leave this empty. As the rp goes on any details you wish to record go here. Once this CS is submitted Do not edit any other portion of the CS aside from this without the GM's consent.) [b]Misc:[/b] The village of White Dawn is likely the most advanced of the human cities, with Iva giving them knowledge of fire and basic tools. Whatever they do with that, is entirely up to them. (More to be updated as the RP progresses) "Put that on my Tabula" [/center][/hider] [hr] [h3]Relationships[/h3] [hider=Thoughts of a Mad God] [list] [*]Oao [color=Silver]"Such a craven little wisp."[/color] The Illuminator cackles in a light, ethereal tone. [color=Silver]"Pathetic. Fear is the enemy of progress. Perhaps I should invite her over for tea? She has no reason to fear the sun and be so callow. Tee-hee! Perhaps she'll blot out the sun with her darkness."[/color] [*]Anu'Varr [color=Silver]"So malicious! So fiendish! So...intriguingly beautiful! Are her cords as devilish as she?"[/color] He tilts his head to the side. [color=Silver]"Should I pluck them from her chest, strum them as a musical instrument? Or perhaps weave them into socks for my pets? I can't decide."[/color] [*]Ferron [color=Silver]"I wonder I wonder, what does he see in the metals oh so precious? Ah, so many things I could make with them!"[/color] A pause. [color=Silver]"Perhaps I should take it from him? Perhaps not."[/color] [*]Hayim [color=Silver]"Plants so green! Not tainted by the devilry of Anu'Varr. Medicinal. Perhaps I should invite him to the forest?"[/color] A sigh seemed to escape the gods featureless visage. [color=Silver]"Ah, but such a pacifist. Cowardice. Progress & Knowledge hurts. Pacifism dulls the mind, like sharp thorns bleeding into it. Perhaps I should play with him in the Forest? See how he handles conflict? I wish to know, so I will."[/color] [*]Dirka [color=Silver]"Ah! This one! This one I enjoy the company of. Madness loves company? Or was it something else...?"[/color] The White Star shook their head vigorously. [color=Silver]"Matters not. All avenues of thought and knowledge shall be explored! Perhaps a little soft...maybe will attempt to see how she handles something not so nice? Curiously curious. Still matters not. Such pleasant company! And so funny!"[/color] [*]Iarus [color=Silver]"Ah, interesting! How interesting! Similar, but so very different. Scheming little flibber. I too, have schemes. Secrets. Plots. Who doesn't!"[/color] A feminine giggle. [color=Silver]"He is nothing special. Weak. Pathetic. Perhaps I should give him something that would help? The schemer becomes the schemee? Yes, I just made that word. I can do that. 'Tis my purview."[/color] [*]Sommler [color=Silver]"Ah! Destroyer of knowledge! Bane of understanding! Should I cower in my skin?"[/color] A joyful, half mad giggle. [color=Silver]"That's right. Eat up my knowledge! Devour it as a ravenous beast devouring the last human who made it to my library! I shall uncover it again in time. Oh what a wonderful game we shall play!"[/color] [*]Azhriel [color=Silver]"Ah, the god of souls. Thinks he has quite a secret!"[/color] One of their hands reaches up to his horns, beginning to scratch at the protrusion. [color=Silver]"Indeed he does! Ah, I wish to know. I will have him show me what he is hiding. How do I know he is hiding something? Simple. I am knowledge. I do."[/color] [*]Sveiand [color=Silver]"Such a cold one!"[/color] The god does a pirouette, tilting his head to the side. [color=Silver]"A little warmth never hurt anyone! Perhaps he and Ragnagedon should get together and hug! That'll warm him up, and cool down that idiot!"[/color] [*]Ragnagedon [color=Silver]"Mad? MAD!?"[/color] Iva'Krorh begins laughing uncontrollably, a manic cackle that somehow manages to feel like sharp nails digging into the mind. [color=Silver]"MAD! HIM?! That pathetic ball of rage and destruction?"[/color] The laughing abruptly stops. The air seems to freeze, pausing the mind as the next ethereal words from the Illuminator took a far darker, more sinister tone. [color=Silver]"He is not mad. He is not insane. No. Just a bratty, spoiled child. He is merely a pompous, self-righteous fool. If he wishes to see true madness...perhaps he should crack open my head, peer inside? Ah, I would welcome the chance to alleviate this mind of mine, burdened so!"[/color] He paused. [color=silver]"...Ah, no no...t'would only make him worse."[/color] [*]Naswaru [color=silver]"Ah, the master of beasts! Makes many quite a fun beast! I have captured many myself. Dissected. Cut open. Hanged upon a hook."[/color] He'd probably be grinning, had he a mouth. [color=silver]"Always fun, learning the most efficient method of rendering his creations useless!"[/color] [*]Dao Rugadh [color=silver]"Ah, memory! Annoying! Thankfully my memory is always perfect, haha! Once I learn something, I shall never forget unless on purpose."[/color] A quiet hum, before quickly looking around. [color=silver]"...now where'd I put those bird feathers?"[/color] [/list] [/hider] For more information, clicky here~ [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4773544]The Library of Eternity[/url] [hr] [h3]Miscellaneous[/h3] [hider=The White Star's Mark] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/0EjtAmP.png[/img][/center] A symbol that Iva created to mark things that are 'theirs', whatever that exactly entails is known only to him. The Kadisht and Lloi of White Dawn have thought many a night and day over its meanings, but a solid conclusion fails them. In effect, it simply functions as a key to a locked door. A guiding light upon the path of understanding. They say the mark represents Iva's visage, while others say its a torch illuminating the darkness around it. [/hider]