[hider=Winter Lord] [center][img]https://pbs.twimg.com/media/Du1y9E_VAAA1yXR?format=jpg&name=medium[/img] [h2][color=Deepskyblue][b][i]Chailiss[/i][/b][/color][/h2] [sub][i]Lord of Winter/Winter Lord He Who Knows Lonely Wanderer The Shepard [/i][/sub] [/center] [center][h3][color=Deepskyblue][b][i][u]Cold[/u][/i][/b][/color][/h3][/center] As the world stills in quiet reflection, the nights grow long and the days blink by. Forests ever weeping, become bare to biting air. Slow frost creeps in, letting sleep that which grew bright and nourishing. Which breathed and exhaled in blessed warmth, now withers in decay, growing no more. The land turns ever barren still, as creatures small and large prepare with what remains of warmer times. Then the winds come, howling down from the north, bringing chill air and few smells. Bit by bit, in a storm of arctic air. It freezes waters, blankets the land in blinding white, clouds the skies in silent grey and chills the bones of any who linger where they should not. The cold has arrived, bringing winter and lonely dark. It is the absence of heat, the inescapable reality of the seasons changing. All in the name of rebirth. Yet, it need not always be so cruel and unforgiving. Life can exist within cold lands, by stout of heart and those prepared. Cold is necessary within the grand plans of reality for without it the world would grow too hot, the appreciation of both chill and warmth would have little meaning and life would not replenish itself to grow better and brighter time and time again. The wintertime feelings that invoke such sadness and at times, hopelessness, can make people stronger and come together. It is through the cold that people persevere and become stronger for it, else they not become anything at all, save for memories. Chailiss has complete control over the aspect of cold, bequeathed to him by the great Monarch. It is through this aspect that the Winter Lord expresses his will and power. Through it Chailiss is capable of manipulating the land to absolute points of freezing, or induce feelings of cool. Summoning great blizzards, blowing howling gusts, shaping icy crags and turning seas to ice. His powers go beyond land, to more personal levels. He is able to harden minds and hearts, drive away pain and suffering through numbing. Even suppress feelings of cold by stripping it away or by adding to it. He is a gift giver when generous and a life taker when angered. For cold is a useful tool in times of mirth and joy but also suffering and strife. [center][h3][color=Deepskyblue][b][u][i]Persona[/i][/u][/b][/color][/h3][/center] To call the God of cold, cold, would not, in fact, be an accurate representation of his personality. He can be cold at times of course, for who isn't? But Chailiss is much more than a cold, uncaring and unforgiving monster that many can associate with his aspect. He does not view his purpose as evil or good but just a necessary function for life. It can be both used as a tool of wickedness and for righteousness but more often than not it simply exists and he, the Shepard that watches over it. He does not view heat and fire any less favorably than he does his own aspect, though he does prefer the cold. One of his major gripes with heat is that it can be as equally dangerous without proper care and where it flares hottest, one can be only burned. Though he does not often agree with the feverish passions that heat commands, he is no less susceptible at times as any other. Those that abuse his aspect and any other with the intent to harm cruelly and without reason, he looks down upon. Whether he acts is another matter all together. The Winter Lord is most at home wandering his great swathes of frigid land. Chailiss is a quiet God but social enough to carry a conversation. There is mirth and laughter behind his outward appearance. He feels compassion and empathy for the downtrodden but will only help if asked. Strength and a level head go hand in hand but strength of heart is a different beast. The chill can become lonely and sadness can set in. At such times, Chailiss does not often think about anything other then himself. The opposite of this is his anger. He Who Knows rage just as any other with enough pestering and contempt. In those times he becomes the cold north and all should be wary of his wrath. He is not without temperament and is protective of what is his. [center][h3][color=Deepskyblue][u][i][b]True Form[/b][/i][/u][/color][/h3][/center] The lonely wanderer need not have legs to walk, or arms to swim, or lungs to breathe or any other part so vital to mortals. Chailiss takes the form of a massive orb, for the cold constricts and tightens. The orb is white, swirling with snow and ice, emanating the deepest frost, the coldest chill. To look upon him would be like being forever lost in an endless blizzard of beauty. Breath stripped away as the cold numbs you to quiet sleep. His voice is the howling wind or the endless quiet. When not traveling in such a mighty disguise, Chailiss often takes the form of a hooded figure without a defined shape, floating upon unseen currents. This is not to say he doesn't assume other forms. Often a tall bearded man, or a whispy pale ghost. It all just depends upon his mood. [center][hider=Musical theme] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VvP-DhS6fhQ&t=312s]An Endless Expanse[/url] [/hider][/center] [/hider]