[center][h1][color=Deepskyblue][b][i]Chailiss[/i][/b][/color][/h1][/center] [hr] Light. Loud. [b][i]’My subjects…’[/i][/b] Lord. Creator. [b][i]...yet such is the nature of my realm...’[/i][/b] Pain. Power. Galbar. [b][i]’This will not be...[/i][/b] Prison. Beauty. Canvas. Artists..? [b][i]...Let my will be done...’[/i][/b] Cold? What was... [b][i]’Rise! Heed this call of mine! Become the gods of Galbar!’[/i][/b] Awareness! His crystal shook, like the deepest reverberations of something vast. Cracks began to appear, growing larger, forming with powerful snaps and pops that shook the very void in their chorus of realization. It was a sweeter hum, with a newer meaning and with it came a name, [i]his[/i] name- Chailiss. Lord of all that was cold. When his own hum reached a crescendo, that crystal that contained Chailiss shattered into uncountable pieces. Exploding outwards briefly before stalling in the air around him, reflecting the newborn light in prismatic fashion. They hovered there, beautiful fragments smaller than the smallest of things. Then he came bursting forth, in an aura of pale white amidst the black. Chailiss was formless, more akin to a cloudy thing, in billows of wispy chill and vapor. He could feel sensations. The fleeting warmth of the star, drifting ever further away. There, in the space between, he felt at home in the dark. He felt… Alive, awakened from a far away dream. Endless as it was vast, as it was... He stifled a cold breath, as his gaze fell upon He. Upon his Creator. So vast a form, the sheer magnificence. He was the Monarch of All, and Chailiss knew him to be the gifter of his senses, the progenitor of his powers, keeper of All that would ever be. The young god felt a new sensation for the first time- Awe. He gave a deep bow of respect, conveying all that needed to be said in a simple act. The Creator’s words echoed in his head and Chailiss knew his purpose. He steadied himself and rose to look upon the planet he already knew by name. Galbar. A barren rock of potential. To be a jewel in the eye of He. He pondered what to do for some time, until something happened that he had not been expecting. His barren home became saturated with blue. Bewildered, Chailiss looked further still, trying to make sense of it all. Was this the work of the Creator or… He would not be alone in this task, would he?. There would be others like him, others with purpose given by the Creator… Yes, He could feel them awakening as he had. As if on que a great scream rippled through the dark, and Chailiss felt something new once again- Fear. This startled him, for it awoke something primal, something fierce. A drive, a need to overcome. What if he failed? What if the creator disliked him? What if whatever made that scream was as violent as it sounded? The crystals around him grew larger, full of rigid spikes as his thoughts cascaded into the worst scenarios. NO! He pushed those negative feelings down, buried it beneath layers. There would be time to ponder those darker questions later, now was not the time. The world below needed aid, needed his touch. If others wished to come to him, then he would let it happen. But what would he do? He watched Galbar become a blue orb. That… Water… He watched it consume all until nothing remained of the rock and stone before. It plunged everything below to unfathomable depths. Suffocating the world in angry seas. This would have to be rectified one way or another, changed for the better so that the Creator’s will could be realized. The crystals coalesced around him in a great soundless wind, taking shape as he added to his formlessness. Sheets of verglas, crystals and snow formed a great sphere around Chailiss. Nay, he was the sphere, as he was the cold with divine mandate. He looked back upon the Creator in all that he was then set off down to Galbar. Down to do his duty. [Hider=Summary] Chailiss is born and ruminate upon his new found existence before heading off to Galbar to be responsible. [/hider] [Hider=Vigor] Starting Vigor = 0 Gifted +10 Ending Vigor = 10 [/hider]