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God of Death, Decay, The Hunt, and Hunger[/h1]
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[color=#883d39][b]Name:[/b][/color] Getsuy
[color=#883d39][b]Title:[/b][/color] God of Death, Decay, The Hunt, and Hunger
[color=#883d39][b]Gender/Sex:[/b][/color] He is a male but most people just refer to him as It. 
[color=#883d39][b]Age:[/b][/color] Ancient, was around before the war began
[color=#883d39][b]Species:[/b][/color] Wendigo
[color=#883d39][b]Information:[/b][/color] 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. 

[color=#883d39][b]Appearance:[/b][/color] 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.

[color=#883d39][b]Personality:[/b][/color] 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.  

[color=#883d39][b]History:[/b][/color] 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.

[color=#883d39][b]Mythical Significance:[/b][/color] 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.
[color=#883d39][b]Relationships:[/b][/color] 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=#883d39][b]Color:[/b][/color] A dark crimson red- #883d39
[color=#883d39][b]Other:[/b][/color] 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. 
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