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Of the Sun, Of Fire[/h3][/center]
[indent][u]God Concept:[/u][indent]The warmth of a summer’s day, harsh against the brow, the comfort of the afternoon heat, the burning of brush from the dead lifematter, and the savior in the cold - Liute embodies all of these and more. A god of many faces, for the moment there can be no doubt that the god knows only the harshness, only the breaking of others under his steady hand. Liute is a new god, of a new day, of a new world, born from the instant act of another.
[/indent][u]Appearance:[/u][indent]A figure of undetailed fire, for no worshippers know him well thusly, Liute seems to be a squat figure with a heavy, squat build. Circlets of liquid flame burst from his arms before dissipating away, while two empty sockets see on to the world beneath his gaze. As such a young god, Liute is not one to have yet found a good face to treat mortals with - generally speaking, such masks would follow the same of heavyset individuals, powerfully built, with less clothing than might be expected for the climate, and kept hair.
[/indent][u]Motivation:[/u][indent]A world stands before Liute, a world of possibility for the god that has known of no other worlds than this below. Against it, he wishes to know the full measure of his strength, his wrath, his kindness, to know himself by knowing the world and how he might work against it. 

All things, as the gods stand to work, are facts of the known - facts to be worked alongside, to be worked against, to be found. To it, Liute knows that a balance must be struck, or the world lost to divine error. The god knows that there is no potential in his own loss, though - the world stands before them, and he stands above that world.
[/indent][u]Roleplay Example:[/u][indent]Watch, now. Watch as the earth boils and burns under him. Against that radiance, they weep. Against that hand, they burn. Liute opened his eyes for the first time, to look down at a world rebelling against his glory. He could taste the blood of another on his tongue, godsblood and the ringing of a perfect word in his ears. He could feet his own warmth, his own strength, his own hands.

Where was the other? Where had they gone, to break against the world below? Liute stared down at that world, at those people who wept, at those who ran, at those who prayed. [i]Prayed[/i]. They who knew only another, only another who had gifted them such which could offer no protection as yet. He knew that it would not last. It could not last. He could already see those below dying to his hand. His. There was power, in that idea, in that future, in that concept, but it was a brief power, a brief idea, a brief future. It would kill them, and then there would be nothing left below but a world which he burned forever. Was this the power he wanted? Was this the future he wanted?

No. He looked down, and thought to find another he might convene against. Another he might work to know, to fix. This was the only way which life could be. Life. Was it worth something? That remained to be seen. Was it worth nothing? That it most certainly was not. The life below had worth, for it was the first life which Liute knew, and that held meaning to the god.
[/indent][u]Availability:[/u][indent]2-4 times per week
[/indent][u]Experience:[/u][indent]Started PBP RP in 2016, Vin's T&T TrollBridge, followed by OngoingWorlds, NationStates, and here in 2023. Generally I’m alright with casual RPs.
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