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[center][h1]Yzechr[/h1][/center]
[center][h3]God of Deception and Corruption.[/h3][/center]
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[u]God Concept:[/u] Yzechr; the god of corruption. They are the only one who will reach out to the lowliest scum, the most wicked, the most unfortunate. When the whole world turns its back on those people, they will come, whispering sweet words of temptation; “Let the world burn! It’s your only salvation!”. They hide those wicked evil in deception, concealing them from the force of good and righteousness. Since Yzechr is the protector of everything evil, they are usually worshiped by outlaws, outcasts, rebels/terrorists (depending on who you asked), corrupted officials, devils and monsters, or those with low standing in the community.
[u]Appearance:[/u] They have numerous forms, often appearing in front of mortals by mirroring their own appearance. However, you can know it is them by the black mists swirling around, giving a mysterious and divine atmosphere. If they do not assume the form of others, the black mist will simply make up all the body parts, usually with hollow eyes and mouth.
[u]Motivation:[/u] The protector of all evil paths and those who do evil. They will also save everyone who is asked to be saved, leading those poor unfortunate souls to the path of corruption.

[u]Roleplay Example:[/u]
Yzechr looks at the boy in rag clothes prostrating on the stone cold floor, he himself wearing the same face with the black mists swirling around his divine body. Those mists slowly envelop the tiny cell they are in, as if to make it disappear from the world. “Your kins are gone, your homeland occupied, and yet you still wish not to dirty your hands?” The voice is young, but the tone is far from innocent.

The boy shivered from the coldness of the god's words, ten times colder than the stone floor below him. Everyone knows Yzechr; the god of corruption is the cruelest entity in the realm.  The god who preys on the weak and takes away even their last integrity, their last humanity, until nothing is left.

Unfortunately, the boy is that perfect victim. And this is his only chance of survival. He has no doubt those soldiers will come and take his life, like they did to his mama and papa and everyone in the village, like they did to their sacred land which raised generations. He wants to survive, he NEEDS to survive.

“Until sunrise, this blade can only be seen by you.” The black blade is revealed among the mists. The steel door suddenly unlocked with a loud click, and yet no one seemed to hear it outside of this tiny room. “Only those who fight have the right to live. So my dear mortal, I hope you choose your future wisely.”

The mists are gone. The god is gone. Only the black bladed staring back at the boy, sharp and polished. The blade that is hungry for blood, [i]human blood.[/i] And the concealments make it oh so easy to sneak up on those guards outside and end their life without any suspicion. How long will the boy hold on to his morals when facing the armed guards who are only interested in getting him killed? In the end, he is only just a weak and pathetic boy. Even if he can survive the night, his innocence will forever be gone.


[u]Availability:[/u] 3x per week
[u]Experience:[/u] I usually rp in my own language and just recently tried an English forum (English is not my first language). I like pbp because I can edit my grammar and run it through the spell check program.
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[@Vec] Here's the new one. Let me know if there is something that need to change.