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[quote]As a divine being, Zandako was always larger than whatever he faced, his form growing to match mountain-sized golems and world-spanning serpents, sky-shrouding storm spirits and sky-splitting dragons. Even now, stripped of most of his divinity, he stands at the physical apex of humanity, 7’2 and boasting muscles that could crush rocks with a casual flex. An aura of virility and authority exudes from him effortlessly, and his body is unmarred by defect or injury, as if sculpted out of marble by a masterful artisan. But for all this, Zandako could not be considered handsome, neither as a god nor as a human. Just as easily as his expressions slip into saintly contemplation and heroic courage do they veer towards deviant obsession and barbarous perversion.
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[center][u][b]Mythology[/b][/u][/center]
[indent]Ten thousand years ago, the mortal realm was populated with many gods, all with different designs, all with different ends. Few could be considered reasonable, and many could be considered destructive. The Goddess of Judgement, bound by a universal morality that no others could understand, discerned the black and white within the gray and slew her quarry with impunity. The God of the Sun, arrogant and apathetic upon their charred throne, would set nations ablaze with a flick of the wrist, mortal suffering naught but the crackling of tinder. The Goddess of Love and War, immolating with bipolar desires, warred for love and loved for war while mountains of corpses grew with every successive ceremony. In a time where the gods roamed and played amongst the specks of humanity, each one of them seeking ultimate rule, darker passions arose within those sundered lands and tainted the fledging deity known as Zandako.

Justice, Power, Love were meaningless to the God of Conquest and Domination, and no noble designs could be mythologized from his goal of [i]taking[/i] what he wished: the chastity of a promised maiden, the wealth of an ancient order, the faith of another god’s people. At times saintly and at times dastardly, Zandako would betray anything and anyone for the sake of a whim in one breath, and then discard the object of his whimsical obsession in the next. He was a roaming disaster unchained, a calamity answering to none. With his fist, ruination visited civilization and monstrosity alike. With his grasp, all that was beautiful in the world was spoiled and shattered. Zandako was an audacious nightmare, a god who persisted in humanity’s zeitgeist through trauma rather than fear or adoration, and yet, there were still those that followed him.

The warlike coveted his might and committed atrocities in his name.

The weak coveted his destruction and prayed that he roamed upon their abusers.

The outsiders coveted his solitude and mirrored his cataclysmic pilgrimages.

And those who fell from a more intimate ruin…remembered him.

Years melted to decades, decades melted into centuries. Zandako continued his transient conquest, his vain dominance, leaving barren lands and smoldering ruin. And as his endless endurance began to see their end, as his unmatched body became more burden than blessing, the god looked behind him and surveyed his work. Not as warlord or general, but as a farmer who had tilled the fields and reaped his harvest, enjoying the fruits of civilization in their prime and sowing seeds for a more resilient future. And with a laugh that echoed around the world, the God of Plunder and Subjugation, of Conquest and Domination, [i]of Change and Renewal[/i], sat down and offered his neck to the ruination that would visit him soon.

His thoughts seeped away, and his memories colored his dreams.

But ten thousand years later, even the obsolescence of the gods was conquered by Zandako.[/indent]

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[center][u][b]Abilities[/b][/u][/center]
[indent]Once, Zandako possessed strength and endurance unmatched, enormity and authority unequaled, and virility and appetite unrivalled. As a mere vestige of what he once was, however, such capabilities have been greatly diminished.

He is still a titan of physical ability, supremely strong and tough. His immense stamina fully recovers from sleep without being contingent on food and drink, and his body is incapable of being physically damaged: while Zandako’s [i]life force[/i] can be decreased with successive physical attacks, his physical form will not change to reflect how close he is to death, giving him the bluff of invulnerability. It is a pathetic shadow of the true immortality that he once enjoyed, but when combined with his supernatural endurance, is enough to cause others to question the value in trying to break the unbreakable.

His divine domains of Conquest and Domination manifest itself in the ability for him to grasp what is physically impossible to do so and to treat it as a solid object, malleable and breakable with enough force involved. While Zandako finds it difficult to interact with the more abstract concepts that the Goddess of Commerce seals away with her contracts, his hands can tear easily at the arcane structures behind magic, grasp the physically distant as if they were right in front of him, and deliver punches that target the microscopic and the unknown. Put simply, Zandako can, with his fists, cure all manner of diseases and curses, or pull at the wind to force a fresh breeze to accompany him. But, naturally, the greater the scale he wishes to apply his divine grasp, the more exhausting the act of doing so, and some intangibles are simply too [i]slippery[/i] to take in his hands currently.

Whether as a consequence of his divine domain, a side effect of his physical stature, or some instinctual terror engraved upon the souls of humanity from ten thousand years ago, mortals are more receptive towards his demands and desires, and less willing to challenge him or his opinions. As a purely passive effect that Zandako has no real control over, this varies in efficacy from individual to individual, but he makes up for the difference in efficacy by…just being himself.

Through his centuries of [i]experience[/i], Zandako’s also exceptionally talented under the sheets. Of course, though he may brag about his sexual escapades in general terms, he’s not the sort of man to kiss and tell. No real point, after all, when half of his fellow deities are totally disinterested and the other half have roughly the same appetite as himself.[/indent]
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