There is an elegant palace standing isolated on a beautiful island. This palace belongs to the gods, and every four decades there is a grand feast held here in honor of the Gods and Goddesses. A selection of some lucky humans are chosen to attend these feasts as servants to cater to the gods. This is viewed as an incredible honor. The lucky humans are sent to the island several months before the event and trained before the gods’ arrival. However, those they serve are not really gods. They are actually monsters posing as gods to avoid being massacred. Will they be able to keep their secret hidden from the humans, or will the humans discover the truth and reveal it to the world?

During the festival, humans are considered as always working. However, so long as there are no Gods in need of immediate serving, then it is permissible to take a break. Just make sure to stay out of sight of the Gods during that time, or you will be expected to start serving them again immediately.

If, for one reason or another, you are unable to work for a time, you must stay in the Servant's Living Quarters. Make sure that you let a Supervisor or Coordinator know, or that you responsibly hand your duties over to another servant for the time that you will be unavailable.

It is of crucial importance that you not be visible to the Gods when you are not working. Failure to adhere could very well result in your expulsion from the island, and will mar you in the eyes of human society, forever stunting your future.

In addition, God's may at any time choose a servant to start working as their Personal Attendant. This is a great honor; congratulations! This is the highest rank available. Please report the change to a Supervisor. You will receive a new uniform befitting you rank, and a new room in the main building closer to the God's Quarter. Maintain this rank until the end of the festival, and opportunities galore will await you: the Chosen of the God.

How long ago were the wars between humans and supernatural creatures, and what important events happened during this time?

Throughout ancient history, there has always been unrest between mankind and monsters. Random attacks were always happening, and any creatures found hiding among humans were promptly chased out and usually killed. About 8,000 years ago, events began to grow more bloodied as towns of humans and towns of monsters would attack one another. Battles would spark across the land, but the dreaded war did not officially start until roughly 7,000 years ago.

This war was started by 7 brothers, charismatic kings who held a firm belief that all monsters needed to be exterminated. They rallied the other kingdom behind them and actively began hunting down all creatures and destroying their towns. Many supernaturals wanted to find a new land away from humans, and they might have if it hadn't been for the Great Commanders.

The Great Commanders were five powerful supernatural creatures that fiercely believed in fighting against the humans for the right to their homeland. They were Ewan the Buggane, an intelligent and giant mole-like creature with fearsome claws and with tusks who was largely believed to have been sent on behalf of the faeries, Alucio the Cherufe, a powerful warrior formed of rock and magma and capable of causing earthquakes and volcanic eruptions, constant companions Zephyra the Harpy and Otaktay the Thunderbird, riders of the harsh winds and harbingers of storms, and Murdock the Selkie, a dangerous shapeshifting seal that plagued the seas and commanded the waters. Together, these five led their armies against the humans.

The war might have been easily won, if it hadn't been for the human's secret weapon: witches. Although witches were considered monsters, they were seen as a necessary evil in order to defeat the other monsters.

It was a violent and devastating war, the worst of which were during the first five hundred years. Things began to turn badly for the supernaturals when the cleverest of the Great Commanders, Ewan was killed. His death was soon followed by Zephyra and Otaktay. With three of their leaders gone and resources and warrior morale running low, it wasn't long before Alucio too fell to the hands of humans. Murdock was the last Commander left, but he mysteriously vanished under unknown circumstances, with many believing him to be dead or grievously injured.

With the Great Commanders gone and no one left to carry on in their stead, the war slowly grew quiet. The war had lasted roughly 1,000 years, but eventually the creatures gave up. Many fled while others tried to hide or disguise themselves as humans. It wasn't until nearly 5,000 years ago that the "discovery" of gods was made, although it is unknown by whom.

Charismatic and proud, Alucio was largely considered the main leader of the commanders. He was very involved in both war and recovery efforts, and generally agreed upon as personable and likable. He cared greatly for his fellow supernaturals. He was especially close to Ewan, and was left very shaken with the Buggane's death.

Then Zephyra and Otaktay were also killed, and his bravado and spirit became broken. He tried to push through for the soldiers that still followed and believed in him, but each new loss or defeat only broke him more. He once had high hopes and dreams, but the war destroyed that part of him.

In the end, he and his army were tracked down and surrounded. Unwilling to allow even more souls to be sacrificed for his escape, he gave up. His death is considered to be the true defeat of the monster army.

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Nicknamed the Messenger of the Faeries, Ewan was the brains and strategist of the supernatural war front. He actually almost never spoke more than maybe one or two words ever in a conversation, if at all. Most of his communication was through trust and understanding, but somehow that worked. He was widely acknowledged as brilliant and efficient. He had only ever had one failure in his commander career, and unfortunately that failure was fatal.

It was a mission to infiltrate one of the main human kingdoms through tunnels made underground. What was believed would become the victory blow against humans turned out to be a trap. The tunnels were flooded with holy water from both ends, leaving Ewan and his army to drown.

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She was violent and wild, with a temper that was easily triggered. Even many supernaturals feared her anger. However, she was tender hearted and easily swayed by flattery or things she considered cute. And despite her rough edges, she frequently went to great lengths to rescue the weak or defenseless. She was especially liked by children, and she had dreams of having a large family with her life partner: Otaktay.

She left most of the planning to her fellow commanders, as her preference was to just wing it. She and Otaktay were normally a team effort on most missions. They were very widely acknowledged as a couple of lovebirds. Zephyra specifically specialized in aerial combat and ambush maneuvers. Her army was small, but incredibly mighty and fierce.

She fell alongside her husband. Ewan's death had not yet been verified yet, and they had received a tip of his supposed whereabouts. Believing him still alive, they rushed to his rescue. It was, of course, a trap. Although the battle involved the sacrifice of many, the humans ultimately won and slayed the pair.

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He was actually very charming and quite popular with many women as well, but he was loyal to his wife Zephyra. If anything, it was more than likely he liked it when Zephrya would drag him away; he loved her wild and angry side. As such, many agreed it was just a game they liked to play to show affection to one another.

He was also very clever, with an eye for noticing details that others miss. He was especially skilled in reconnaissance, surveillance, and intercepting. He prioritized self preservation and had a talent for finding points of escape. Normally calm and collected, he really would only lose his cool if it came to the safety of his wife.

He and Zephyra were defeated when they became embroiled in a trap. They were following information on Ewan's possible survival. During their final battle, Otaktay had several opportunities to flee, but he never considered it for a moment. Abandon his wife? Not even if his heart stopped beating! And it did, when he tried to shield his beloved from the onslaught that ultimately took their lives.

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He was jovial, with a love for good food and alcohol. He enjoyed partying with others and joking with friends. Whenever things got dark, it was he who always managed to rebuild everyone's spirits. Despite his carefree attitude, he was a surprisingly serious and thoughtful commander.

He normally took charge in battles over seas, being especially well suited to the task. He was also adept at cutting off supplies and transportation efforts for humans, as well as ensuring the safe delivery of supplies to the supernaturals.

While all the other Great Commanders fell to the hands of humans, Murdock alone still remained. However, rather than continue the war efforts, he mysteriously vanished. There were rumors that he got grievously injured and perished, but nothing was ever confirmed. Not only did Murdock disappear, but so did many of his lovers and children. His (and their) current whereabouts and status are unknown.

Q: What time period is the roleplay set in?
A: The roleplay is not set within a specific time period. It's more of an anachronism stew (anachronistic meaning 'not in its correct historical or chronological time). It's probably most similar to 17th/18th/19th century, but even that's not entirely accurate. Definitely NOT modern though.

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Q: What sort of technology is there in the roleplay?
A: The strong belief in the existence of the gods held by society has left scientific and technological advancements a bit stunted, since anything too news breaking could potentially reveal the false gods for what they truly are. The land is pretty largely dependant on agriculture still, with the biggest advancement of technology being the development of domestic systems and mills. A lot of things are pretty much done by hand, especially since there's no such thing as electricity or mass-producing factories. Steampower hasn't even been founded yet for example, although it might be within another decade or so. And since the land is pretty much dependant on agriculture, much of the raw materials needed are mined or grown from within the country. However, there does exist some trading among neighboring countries.

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Q: Do other countries share the same beliefs, or do they have a different religion?
A: The neighboring countries too follow a similar belief with gods that are really just monsters, but they might just follow a different set of gods. There always exists the possibility these different sets of gods could still be the exact same gods though, just that they might have wanted to try out a new title. Then there's also the chance that people start to believe that two different gods are actually the same god with a different form/name. Some of the gods have likely come up with all sorts of way to have fun with their divine statuses. As to countries that are separated from the land by say, an ocean, those lands have yet to be discovered so it is unknown what sort of belief those countries might have.

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Q: What sort of fashion is in the roleplay?
A: There would be no such thing as machines yet (unless hand cranked or something similar), so things such as graphic tee shirts would not exist. Clothes would be made of handmade fabric, which would mean any fabric that is elaborately decorated or difficult to make would be very expensive and thus considered to be of high status. So in quality, they would be similar to Georgian and Stuart era fashions, but in style they could be of any potential fashion, including a style that would be similar to today. Much of what would be considered fashionable in this roleplay would be determined by the gods, so the possibilities are endless. Also, the servants will all be provided with a clean set of clothes deemed appropriate to be worn for serving and working for the gods, and the higher in status a servant is (for example, the uniform of supervisors or a god's personal servant) then the more expensive and high status their clothes would be (but never a higher status than the gods of course).

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Q: What happened to the witches involved in the war?
A: Witches were largely unaccepted by both humans and monsters, since humans viewed them as unnatural and creatures perceived them to still be essentially human. When the war began, they knew that they too would be hunted and killed by both sides. They sided with the humans as a way to avoid this fate, and fought in the war for about 800 years before suddenly vanishing a short time after Murdock's disappearance. It's possible that, since they were still hated by humans and would never be accepted by monsters for their involvement in the war, they founded their own villages in secret before the humans could potentially make their inevitable betrayal.

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Q: Why are humans unaware of the war?
A: Much of the history of war has been lost to the destruction. Furthermore, any remain texts of the tragic history are written in a language that has long been forgotten. There are also many gods that actively attempt to destroy any evidence or resurfacing of information about the war and the existence of monsters.

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Q: What exactly is the "Chosen of the Gods"?
A: Chosen of the Gods is a generic title for Servants picked to become a Personal Attendant. It's a stand in for a possible future title or career that the human may follow. Some will be hailed as Saints, Messengers, Warriors, or any number of titles. Some may lead the temple, others may lead a village. There are even a few that have launched businesses!Of course, keep in mind that the title isn't actually true. It is only the human's preference in how they interpret the whims of the Not God. The selection of a Personal Attendant is also something that must be established in character. The Gods and this year's humans haven't met yet, so they couldn't possibly have picked a Personal Attendant already.

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Q: How long have monsters been worshiped as Gods?
A: They first emerged as Gods roughly 5,000 years ago. No one really knows who successfully pulled off this incredibly long heist first. But by this point in history, their identities as Gods is very firmly established. Humans aren't suspicious because there's nothing currently available to even cultivate suspicions (yet). That's on purpose.

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Q: Can I have my human character know that the Gods are fake?
A: I would prefer not. This secret is something I would prefer to be discovered IC, as in in character during the roleplay. It's kind of the whole plot and reason that this was born. Plus, I have events planned that really only work with the humans being unaware for the time being. The time to learn the truth will come, I promise!

• You must be 18+. No exceptions. The plot is pretty tame in my opinion, but I am not comfortable participating in a roleplay with minors. I expect that other adults that have joined also feel the same.

• Romance is allowed, but any smut/ERP must go to DMs or fade to black.

• No one liners. One liners don’t have substance for people to reply to. Posts don’t need to be long, but they do need to have enough details and depth that other members can easily build off of and respond to. I expect at least 1 paragraph, but I would love and encourage more.

• No godmoding or powerplay without permission from the other writers involved.

• No perfect characters/flat characters/mary-sues/gary stus. Flaws make a character interesting! Plus, we are a community! Your character shouldn’t be the center of everything ever. Share the spotlight!

• Keep OoC civil. Roleplay groups can only function if all members work together to preserve the unity. If you can’t be respectful, then perhaps rp groups aren't the most suited environment for you.

• Feel free to make as many characters as you like so long as you can handle them all. Only two Gods per member at this time though. Human slots are unlimited!

• No faeries. Specifically, no miniature winged humanoid creatures. Other types of fae creature are allowed.

• Characters can be a "god" presiding over anything (Examples: intelligence, fire, roses, 7 o'clock, the blue star). Get creative.

• More than one character can be a "god" over the same concept/thing/etc. Many might be a God of Death, but each might be considered a highly specific version or aspect of death. For example: Hades is King of the dead, Thanatos is (non-violent) death, Geras is old age (type of death), and Ker is (violent) death. No need to specify, but do keep this in mind should another member make a god presiding over the same thing as your character.

• No time limit for posts, but do keep communication open. If you are unable to respond for some time, let the group know. If someone hasn’t communicated IC or OoC for at least 2 weeks, I will check up with them just to make sure that everything is alright.

• In exchange for no exact time limit, there is a community time limit. What I mean is that someone in the group must make a post within 2 weeks of the last post. It doesn't matter who. There can be exceptions, such as if everyone involved is busy and communicates as such, but if there is no communication from anyone and no posts as well, then I will start to investigate if the rp group is dead.

• If members feel like they are too busy for a time duration to be active within this roleplay, but do not wish to drop either, then they can always have me place their characters within a limbo state until they should be able to return. I will try to make any and all accommodations that I can.

• We're still figuring things out. Let us know if something crops up and we’ll do our best to handle it.

Name: Antero
Title: God of Fate, Time, and Divination
Gender/Sex: Unknown, projects a masculine voice, but has been known to switch between the many millennia depending on the era and person it speaks to.
Age: 12,001 years, though its true age is unknown to all but it.
Species: Manakin
Information: In all but the rarest of chances or perhaps the greatest example of causality, this creature arose when special minerals imbued with mana began to form a geometric web of thoughts and a consciousness. A soul was formed among the rock and learned and listened, finally gaining mastery over gravitational magic to allow itself to propel itself forward in the first time of its existence. As it is aware, it is a rare entity. Even among the monsters, its species was that of incredible rarity and scarcity. As far as it knows, after the war, it very well could be the last of its kind. They were especially hunted, as those of both monster and human alike desired their immense store of raw, magical power. Only the strongest could fend off the poachers...
Appearance: Antero can take on many different shapes and forms, but they are all of inorganic nature. Its crystalline body is held aloft through gravitational magics, where it may levitate across the ground with graceful ease. In its "comfortable form", many graphite tendrils and spectral observers would float in an almost orbit-like configuration, like the orbits of planets around a star. When presenting itself to humans and other monsters, however, it will reshape itself into a more recognizable form of that of a humanoid. Its many surfaces shine with a polished reflectiveness, the centerpiece appearing as the "head", graphite-like tendrils forming pseudo arms. Finally, a halo of glowing mana crystal would orbit the head like a crown. All of this to ease communication and be of a more "pleasant" shape to human and monster alike, recognizing that its more natural form could and would make either creature uncomfortable.

Personality:Antero's voice echoes wisdom and thoughtfulness, but will often lack emotion in its voice. Though that is not to say it lacks emotion in itself. In fact, despite its incredibly cold appearance and very physical form, Antero is quite passionate about its fixations. Antero is a simple creature who seeks to observe, learn, and be ultimately left alone. It does not mind companionship, will not bristle with outright hostility, but belies the ever-evolving drama of the gods and humans alike with great distaste. Sees such things as unnecessary distractions and frustrations that could have been avoided altogether.

As such, Antero can seem to have a persistent, almost smug outward tone towards its peers. You can almost hear the "I told you so" behind every sentence, every word, as it patiently tries to lecture both gods and humans alike about what should have been done instead. Antero is not ignorant of the social nuances of relationships or culture; in fact, Antero is quite knowledgeable of the latter, but absolutely refuses to waste its time with double meanings and dramanomics. Ironic, as those who worship it always seem to have five thousand interpretations of its words.

Thus, to its godlike peers, Antero is a blunt creature with a trusting sense of superiority and smugness in its words. But to those who see past this exterior and develop true friendship, they will find a deep caring for all life, one who mourns the death of culture, gods, and people alike, and is well and truly exhausted by its long, long life.

History: When it first emerged from the rock, the great depths of long forgotten caves, it had already wandered the endless, maze-like caverns for generations. It mapped. It studied. It learned. Absorbing the mana below, it continued until one fateful day, it emerged into the land above. Before it, a world larger and teeming with more possibilities than it could have ever known from the dark depths of the caves. It wandered among the many forests, the great fields, the blowing deserts.

It wondered. It wandered. It learned.

It stared up at the stars with awe and studied them to predict the ever-changing heavens. It stared intently for a hundred years at a single piece of moss, growing upon a boulder, watching the life that developed all around. And then, among the violence of magma and rock, where it dutifully noted how the cooling would create new minerals, it met its first "cousin". A being, like it, made of minerals and mana, not carbon and water. Alucio The Cherufe, a creature of magma.

An annoyance.

A nuisance.

It's first friend.

And it continued to wander, now given a name. Antero held this name as an oddity, a curiosity. It wandered, it met with other creatures. Saw their cultures spread and grow. Asked questions, given answers. For a time, it was a curiosity to these creatures as much as they were to it. Humans, they eventually called themselves. At first, Antero could study them up close, live among them. Sometimes, it would disguise itself as an unassuming pile of rubble and observe for a hundred years. Othertimes, it would trade its knowledge for more, be invited into the towns and villages, teach, and in doing so, learn.

It was a fascinating time. An interesting time.

A painfully brief time.

Soon, it was not allowed into those towns. Creatures began to set upon each other with violence it had never witnessed. It was no stranger to the nature of violence. In the great chasms of the abyss to the peaks of exploding volcanoes, it had seen all manner of violence. Yet, creatures began to set upon each other with violence it had never seen. And soon, that violence was directed at itself. Ravenous magi, "Witches", they were called. Sought his accumulated power. Other monsters also desired his own "flesh" to empower themselves.

It fought. It killed. It wept.

The war had begun, and it elected to hide. Sequester itself atop the highest of peaks to avoid this horrible conflict altogether. It saw all of this as meaningless slaughter, a waste of precious life. A total destruction of history. But then, the first friend came. Alucio The Cherufe sought Antero, desired its wisdom, magic power, and its companionship in this war.

It hesitated. It agreed. It regretted.

The war was terrible. Uncountable lives lost. Many more spirits broken. It studied strategy and battles won and lost. It advised its friend on the course of action, trying to find a golden path through the many paths of destruction. Yet, as the war waged on, its predictions continued to come back to the same fate. It did not want to acknowledge this fate. For the first time in its life, it lied to itself about this fate, that it could be avoided. If just the right battle could be won, the right act of diplomacy, the right leader.

It could not save its friend.

Thus, as the inevitable drew near and Antero could no longer ignore it, it told its friend his final fate. To its shock, Alucio accepted his fate. He would die as he would, and Antero would escape the battle. If it was fated to lose its friend in life, it would preserve its friend in death. The memories would be the only way to save what was left. After the great defeat, it vowed to never forget any who were lost. Not monster, not human, not anyone. All would be preserved, so that this war would not be destruction in totality.

It fled. It hid. It mourned.

In the millennia following, Antero sequestered itself upon a tall mountain. It built a memorial there to honor the fallen and to quietly mourn. It would idly study the stars and feel adrift in the ever-flowing tides of fate. Never, in its many thousands of years of life, had it ever felt so alone.

And then, visitors. For the first time, humans had finally managed to reach the peak of their mountain. It prepared to flee, not wanting to end more of these pitiful creatures' lives, but instead, they prostrated themselves in worship upon finding him. They begged for aid, not caring or even knowing of the Great War, only seeing a divine being that could levitate the very rock around it. Confused, intrigued, and with much trepidation, it began to acknowledge these humans. It aided them, providing life-saving knowledge that avoided a famine. It predicted the times of rain and drought, allowing them to prepare, and as a result, their fledgling civilization in the valley below grew.

It divined. It lectured. It was worshipped.

And thus the farce began, and its myth grew.

Mythical Significance:
Antero tried to explain the nature of its being, despising this "worship". But soon, it had little choice. The reemergence of the "monsters" pressured it into playing along. So, if it were forced to play the role, it would at least set the terms. Priests of its temple would pass down its "divine revelations" to the people below. Predictions of rain, of disaster, and so on were given, and the humans quickly began to venerate their god. But worship was kept at a tendril's length.

It created a temple of knowledge, wisdom, and study. Members of the Anterian Temple and its priests do not proselytize, and are, in fact, almost as shut in as their god. Instead, they act to only better their communities with knowledge and learning as well as direct them via their god's holy divination scrolls. Small temples would be built in the neighboring communities and would be satellites of Antero's Peak, a large fortress monastery atop a great mountain. The upper levels and the peak of the mountain are forbidden holy ground, where it is said the very god itself resides. The lower levels are where those who are picked for their wisdom and curiosity are sent to learn and study under the High Priests of the temple. Messengers would make the treacherous ascent to the very edge of the forbidden ground, where they would receive the divination of Antero.

Members of the Antero Temple of Divination are known to be somewhat reserved but generally knowledgeable and helpful towards others. They are fairly tolerant of other temples and ensure their practices do not interfere with others. They celebrate days of the Full Moon and New Moon, as days of fasting, reflection, and observance of the stars. These practices were never directly dictated by Antero, but merely reflective of its nature. It seems the god's passion for the stars has rubbed off on its followers.

Relationships: To be Determined
Color: 1a98c3
Other: Antero knows that this disguise of gods will not last forever, but puts up the act under threat and fear of its fellow gods. Antero hates it and has tried time and time again to convince its peers that this will backfire in their faces, but to no success. Antero attends this festival out of obligation, not pleasure.

Name: Getsuy
Title: God of Death, Decay, The Hunt, and Hunger
Gender/Sex: He is a male but most people just refer to him as It.
Age: Ancient, was around before the war began
Species: Wendigo
Information: The Wendigo is a creature of unquenchable hunger. Born from desperation and starvation, a human becomes a wendigo when they have no choice but to feast on the flesh of their own kin. The wendigo is a beast always on the cusp of starvation. Their metabolism is so quick that they must eat continuously or else lose themselves to the vicious hunger within. Because of this quick metabolism, they have a very impressive healing capability along with enhanced sense, strength, and agility. They have also developed a gift for voice mimicry so they can lure in more prey to forever fuel the hunger within. Wendigos are essentially immortal but not invulnerable. Despite their impressive healing capabilities, there are ways you can kill such a creature. Fire is found to be the best answer to a wendigo. The flames continuously burn away any new tissue that may arise from their healing factor and eventually the Wendigo dies of starvation as they burn off any proteins within them to continue healing.

Wendigos are very territorial. They refuse to share their territory with any other kind of hunter, let alone another Wendigo. When two wendigos encounter each other, it always results in a brutal fight to the death. Sometimes these fights can take a few days or even up to a week with the creatures hunting and stalking each other until one is slain by the other.

Thankfully, Wendigos are not always hunger driven. As they age and grow, they can learn to diminish their hunger to a degree, allowing humanity to once more peek through. However, it takes centuries for a Wendigo to finally sate their hunger in such a way and very few survive that long, usually dying in fights for territory. There are very few Wendigos in existence and even less that have any connection with their humanity.

Also, Wendigos reek of death. You can smell one coming to you from a distance.

Appearance: Getsuy was always the living embodiment of death. His feral form is a quadrupedal, emaciated beast that towers over normal humans. Grey skin pulled tight against bones and muscles, there is not an ounce of fat on his body. Sharp bone spikes run along his spine and end at the base of his tail. He is hairless except for the large mane that begins at the base of his skull and extends along his long neck. His face is that of a deer skull with sharp teeth and large antlers. His eyes glow silver, like the moon, and his voice is deep and raspy as if a voice calling out from within a grave.

Everywhere he went, people would flee. Just his very stench was enough to chase off any mortal that didn't wish to see him dead. Even during the war, his appearance meant the end for all dying or dead upon the battle field. However, as he grew older and reconnected with his humanity, he took a human like form. Gone was his quadrupedal posture, replaced with a bipedal one. He kept his claws on his hands, though his feet were reverted back to human. His unnaturally long arms and gaunt appearance could not be changed, a constant remind of the hunger that dwells within. And lastly, his deer skull remained as well, with his antlers rising out from the sides of his head. Though this appearance was far better than his primal visage, it was still uncomfortable to gaze upon. With his stench, glowing white eyes and skulked head, he was quite the being to see- and fear.

Personality: When he was young, Getsuy cared for no one or thing. All he knew was the constant hunger. As he grew older and developed more civilized thinking, only then did he begin to develop a real personality once again.

He's a loner. Not many can stand his stench, let alone try to communicate with him. He does not have the instinctual need to meet and befriend people. He does not want a family or kin. He simply wants to survive and eat. When he does speak, it is usually in short concise sentences.

He had lost his humanity long ago and even though there is a slight sliver of it within his soul, he cannot bring himself to understand human nature. They grieve for the dead. He would not grieve for food. They help each other and grow together. He is territorial and kills any of his kind he may find. They show compassion towards living things. All he sees is food. He understands that his thinking is different from those around him but he could not bring himself to care. On particular days where his hunger is lower than normal, you may find him more personable, though those days seem to be left behind long ago after the agreement he made to not hunt the larger, more intelligent magical species. Now he more lurks within the shadows, constantly on the lookout for those he could devour.

He is rarely seen within human civilization, only arriving upon a summon and usually the summon ends in disaster for any that might have called to him. He cannot find himself within civilization because when he looks upon those humans before him, all he sees are snacks and though he is better and more controlled, even one who spent a decade feasting on the finest meat will eventually turn to easy food if it is presented to them in such quantities.

History: Getsuy could not tell you what life was like before be transformed into the Wendigo. For a long time, all he ever knew was hunger. His territory was quickly dwindling with prey to feast upon and when the war began, he found himself in a particular situation. He could eat all he liked and people were too focused on surviving to stop him.

Feasting upon the bodies of the slain on those bloody grounds of the war, he acquired a name, Death's Shadow. Once he arrived upon the battlefield, it meant the end to all injured, dead, or dying. He would not stop, could not stop and the battlegrounds were an open buffet to him. He cared not who won. All he saw was food.

After years of devouring the fallen, he began to get a sense back within. The hunger wasn't sated but it was diminished. For the first time in decades, he could think once more on things other than what would feed him next. He recognized that the war would eventually come to an end so he had to find a way to cling to this meager shard of humanity. He took his time to learn what fed him better, spent his resources hunting down larger and larger prey. Eventually he found that magical beings were the ones who filled him the most. Perhaps it was the magic within them, or their sheer size; he could not possibly understand why just that they did. So that is what he began to hunt. After the war ended, he stopped hunting smaller prey completely and focused his attention on the larger, magical beings who would keep his hunger at bay.

Because of that meager link to civilization, he could finally be reasoned with, though his thoughts were still very primal. An agreement was met. He would not hunt the more powerful magical beings and keep to the smaller, less intelligent ones and he would not be hunted in return. Eating the smaller beings was not nearly as efficient for his hunger but he was cognitive enough to know that it was what had to be done. If he continued to hunt and feed on the more powerful magical beings, it would only be a matter of time before they gathered themselves and hunted him instead.

By the time he was cognitive enough to know what was happening around him, he discovered that he had acquired the unflattering name. He didn't personally care but the name stuck and when monsters began to take the title of gods, his title was thrust upon him. No one else wanted it and there had to be dark gods to counterbalance the good. After all, Death comes for us all.

Mythical Significance: There are stories told to the children of humans to keep them away from the dark and shadowy places. They were told that if they wandered off too far, Getsuy would capture them and devour them alive.
Relationships: He is a lone wolf. He doesn't even have servants because of his tendency to devour them only a few days within his service.
Color: A dark crimson red- #883d39
Other: Getsuy doesn't have a place of power or a temple. He roams aimlessly, constantly following the hunger within. He does, however, make an appearance within the realm of the gods whenever servants are assigned and presented. They have stopped giving him his own after the first decade or so of him devouring them but he still finds it interesting to see which humans would be assigned to who. Perhaps it is a remnant of his human nature making itself known from time to time but he can't help his curiosity.