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[center][h1]IQELIS[/h1]

[b]The One God, the End of Things, One-Eye, He Who Turns the Flow[/b]


[b][u]Aspect[/u][/b]


[b]Doom[/b] is the preordained end of all things in the cosmos. It is ineluctable and inescapable, for it is borne by Time itself, that force which underpins all of creation and governs the endless permutations of existence. Nothing, no matter how proud or humble, can escape that which is fated. The strongest and meekest of men and beasts alike will wither and perish under the weight of years, the blade of grass and the centennial oak will wilt and rot, the tall mountain and the minuscule pebble will be worn away to dust, the impregnable fortress and the tottering hut both will crumble to ruin.


Doom is no mere fluke of misfortune or stroke of violence, for such things, though sometimes fatal, are neither necessarily predestined nor truly impossible to elude. Nor is it an omen foretelling a certain demise, for the only such prophecy that needs be spoken was wordlessly uttered by Time itself at the beginning of things, and it is known by all throughout the universe. Nay, Doom is the one truth that may never be contested, the only certainty in a kaleidoscope of ever-shifting worlds: that all things are transient, and will in time come to their end.


Iqelis is the arbiter of this inappellable sentence, and while Doom does not require his intervention run its course - its cosmic necessity is greater even than a god - it falls to him to judge whether it may sometimes be hastened or delayed. The passage of Time is reflected in his one eye as the flowing of a vast river that engulfs the universe, and while he may not look up or downstream to see things past or future, he can stem or funnel its course around an entity so that its Doom may reach it slower or faster. To this corresponds a halting or quickening of time around that focus, and thus either its unnatural preservation or hastened aging, for Doom approaches by even steps and begins to consume its mark as soon as its shadow falls upon it. For a time, Iqelis may even avert a being's demise altogether if he so wished; but that respite is not eternal, and in the end Doom always comes into its own.



[b][u]Persona[/u][/b]


It is said that hubris is a fault particular to mortal beings, for in the hierarchy of things that be they are clearly subordinate to the divine, and the fault in their prideful desire to surmount their betters is readily apparent. All the same, it would be difficult to find a better word for Iqelis' bearing. As the one who presides over such a fundamental and inviolable truth of existence, he believes himself without equals among the pantheon, the One God truly worthy of reverence and exaltation. Even the Monarch of All he does not hold highly above his own station, for are not all things finite, and does the Lord of Creation not also have an end, remote though it might be? Are not all honours a hollow farce but for those tributed to him, who holds the flow of time in his hands?


Iqelis wears his arrogance brazenly, and is never remiss to remind anyone he deals with of how all things wrought by godly hands are under his sway and continue to exist at his mercy alone. When displeased, he is quick to dole out death and ruination in entirely arbitrary ways, as he holds himself above being called to account by any but Time itself. What vexes him most of all are those who attempt to reach for immortality, whether in their life or for their works, for in this he sees an attempt to escape from under his dominion, and against such trespassers he plies the full extent of his wrath. Conversely, adulation and praise greatly pleases him, and he may be induced to stay the hand of fate for that much longer if duly flattered or impressed with shows of devotion. In this, he does not favour gods over mortals, for both are as one beneath his potency.



[b][u]True Form[/u][/b]


In his godly raiment, Iqelis appears as a tall figure of opaque black glass, smooth and faceted as though cut from polished gemstone. His shape is broadly that of a human, with a body over two legs; albeit those legs end in trios of sharp hooks that dig into the ground as he walks. His prismic head is featureless save for a single great eye in its center, which is a massive adamant glowing with a stark white inner light. To look straight into it is to glimpse the impiteous flow of Time reflected in its depths, a vision which shatters lesser minds with its sheer immensity and cosmic immutability. From Iqelis' shoulders there extend many arms; while they are always evenly matched in pairs, their numbers always change from one moment to another. Though there may at any one time be four, eight or many thousands of them, they paradoxically always appear to be on the same plane of depth, and yet never touch or tangle with each other as they part and deviate the invisible currents around him. Iqelis moves with a fluid, deliberate grace, never rushing or hurrying his movements - for he has all the time he may wish for.


[b][u]Musical Theme[/u][/b]

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