[hider=Astus, Lord of Industry][center] [img]https://i.pinimg.com/736x/fb/fc/75/fbfc758e4d317beb9bfeb10ce00bf6d4.jpg[/img] [h1][color=#D9C966]A[/color][color=#AC9E49]s[/color][color=#80742D]t[/color][color=#AC9E49]u[/color][color=#D9C966]s[/color][/h1] [b]Duke of Deforestation Master of Mining Pope of Pollution Chancellor of Contamination Autumn-Spirit Astus[/b] [b][u]Aspect[/u][/b] Astus is the master of [b]Industry[/b] of all kinds. Need to mine for some ore? Astus is your God. Need to build a cool residential block in your brand new city? Astus will be eager to get to work. Do you also need a bunch of new tools and clothing for your farmers? Again, Astus is the one you need! With his knowledge of all industries, Astus can easily set up economic operations anywhere and figure out ways to get things made quickly and efficiently. Similarly, he also has the ability to bless his most favourite workers with many different skillsets, turning them into masters of their own (although never as cool and handsome as Astus himself). He may also bless some people with good product ideas and curse others with eternally crappy operations in whatever industry they try their hand at. As the representation of Industry, Astus also has limited control over the output of his endeavours, including the toxicity of the waste his operations produce as well as the quality of the products they create. It’s safe to say that he can turn the crappiest of raw resources into workable products with the help of tons of machinery and an exploited workforce. [b][u]Persona[/u][/b] When meeting Astus, first impressions would be that he’s a massive dick. After a while, one would confirm this to be true. He’s incredibly quick to jump to conclusions, is dismissive of other people’s opinions and beliefs, is extremely assertive bordering on abrasive, and most of all does not care about anything other than making cool stuff and collecting rare and/or expensive items. He doesn’t care a single bit about anyone else’s plans or beliefs and will just do whatever he wants when he wants and how he wants to. One day he might just show up deep in the world’s most sacred forests and start cutting down an unnecessary amount of trees and flattening the area just to build a traveller’s inn; the next day he might appear close to a salt lake and order his underlings to build a salt-refining plant and then proceed to drain the lake dry... He might even hijack other Gods’ and mortals’ operations just to “make them better”! When confronted, he will laugh hysterically at people’s faces and pat them on the shoulder, saying things like, “Don’t mention it! You sucked so bad at building that I just had to jump in and help you out, small man!” To Astus, nothing is sacred and as such no place is truly safe from him or his underlings. On top of that, he also cares little for his workers’ health and even though he pays them well in kind, they usually lead short lives. [b][u]True Form[/u][/b] A monstrous engine that hijacks the bodies of those unfortunate enough to behold it, incomprehensibly vast and impossible to grasp or make sense of. The gears are blunt and rusted and more numerous than grains of sand upon a beach, the exhaust vents belch toxic smoke and radiate a heat that can quickly burn the skin off of anything living that draws near, and the diabolical rasp of grating metal rolls across the land more deafening than any thunder. The mechanism is ever-shifting, self-maintaining, self-fueling, and utterly relentless -- the perfect machine. Those who lay their eyes upon the Machine will find their bodies hijacked and will be forced to work for days on end with no respite, no food, and no help until they collapse and die. Astus’ more tame form is that of a dark-skinned, flame-eyed and flame-haired man. Tall and handsome and muscular and eternally shirtless, this is the form he usually takes whenever he interacts with mortals and fellow Gods. [b][u]Musical theme[/u][/b] [youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l_rbFhbcbT8&ab_channel=JamesHannigan-Topic[/youtube][/center][/hider]