The New Gods: Kings of the Multiverse

[Dark Cloud]

@Dead Cruiser I'm really hoping we actually get to do this.

[Dead Cruiser]

@Dark Cloud We will for sure, I just ask that you be patient. I have my spring break next week which should give me a reprieve if I don't have an OOC/IC up by then.

[Dark Cloud]

@Dead Cruiser Oh no I can wait, I was just being a worrywart.

[Blizz]

This is gotta be the wokest idea I’ve heard in a hot minute

[Dark Cloud]

I descend with a sheet, soon.

@Ever Green

DOUBT

[Vega7285]

So, this is pretty neat. I honestly have no particularly clever ideas for characters, and I'm not sure y'all really need more, so I think I'll leave things alone, though. It was fun going through the thread and looking at all the characters people have put together.

[Yukitamas]

Worked on this the last few days after seeing the RP. Been juggling a few other things so I didn't finish it immediately. But here it is now.

Gavel

"My name is Tachton."

Sobriquets: Undyed Pontiff. Frame of the Extinguished Pure Light. Prism of Heaven. Nine Life Cradle. Cosmos Direction. Harmonious Gavel. Judge of the Divine. Denier of Gods. Immortal Breaker. No Life King. Heaven Masher. Proselytizer

A skeletal frame, charred black without a spec of flesh. One would be forgiven for confusing Tachton for an arcane being that defiles the dead. Rather than the faith-moved body it is that had abandoned its functions for living, with trust in the divine as sustenance and it’s drive.

Shaped into his current form as he foresaked the ways of life to entrust his existence to his faith, all changed by the ascension of black flame, scorching away his mummified, weakened scraps of flesh. Wicking away his impurities as his Key was revealed to him.

It is this skeletal body, that he declares his mortality. The nothingness to his spirit’s white all, as the opposed concept for divinity. His reminder to himself that he is but a man who has been granted the honor of a holy task.

Dressed in rather formal and somewhat contemporary wear. He comes across as a man, simple and humble. With the appropriate trappings of station, but yet still in the stature of a man. He is an emissary. One who represents, and a civil servant after all.

Yet cradling a grand and yet equally as simple hammer, one is presented with a weight beyond his stature.

A man who exudes solemn respect, and unflinching authority both. Soft and hard.

Within him pulses life, life beyond the flesh. Life brought by an unflinching dedication, and also from the jewel-like replacements for his organs made out of his home world.

Manationis was split into nine orbs from the outside and placed within his body. Both to infuse him with the faith of his world, and also to cradle it, protect it within his body as its ‘God’. He is their steward after all.

His body then is modeled after the system that his faith believes in, in terms of how the world should be structured.

Aspect:Gavel (Color is white to be clear)

The Procession of Order. The announcement and Jugement. To declare law, and decide value. That which is sacred, and that which must not be violated. In other words, what is unforgivable and what is the price?

World (Manationis): What world/universe is your character from? The two terms are basically synonyms in this setting. Just talk about whatever you think is relevant, such as possibly its most defining features, its history, and what state your character may have left it in. Your character's aspect should have some influence on the world they are from.

The world of Manationis is one that has been shaped greatly by the Apothesis of Tachton, both in spirit, and in shape.

Deposited and safeguarded in his body as representations of the colors of reality, the Endless Light’s doctrine and system, and as a stand-in for his organs. It’s a world that is secluded and defended against intrusion by other forces to a degree hard to match by other worlds.

Upon his ascension and witnessing the scattered and disorderly nature of heaven, Tachton split Manationis into 9 connected parts to serve as the first example and blueprint of what he has seen as heaven’s judgement and rightful design.

it has slowly become something akin to a massive city with nine districts. Traveling between them takes time, but is easy enough for most people and the general aesthetic of the world is predominantly Rococo as the new wave on a Gothic foundation.

Society is peaceful, although rigid. The forms of expression are varied, yet set in stone, with people’s lives aligning with the nine colors that they travel through in their lives.

Copies of Tachton, or rather emissaries of his will split off from him manage and direct the nine spheres, and tend to the faith and lives of his people.

Truly, a universe governed by the Gavel.

Race:
Human/Cadafidei Nuntius

Legacy:
The world of Manationis is not one that is overly cruel, nor overly kind. A world that has seen great rises, and great falls. Yet the moment of apothesis came upon a dawn of knowledge revolutionary yet humble.

Magic and Might took its turns dictating the course of Manationis, but the ultimately victory was, apparently, give to convenience and knowledge as an industrial revolution spread across its civilizations. The cultures became global through the means of economic and technological advancement with the combination of the refinement of lower level magic and science to allow for various conveniences that satisfied wants and needs both.

With that came the decline of faith. To deny the existence of a Divine Will and Heaven was foolish, and yet piety, true faith was something beyond mere acknowledgement. It was acceptance, it was relinquishment. To believe in something greater, in something that was, more than anything else in the world, true.

It was in this era that Tachton, the LIXth Undyed Pontiff of the Endless Light, a religion that taught that all of existence flowed from a One True Divinity and Will. One that was existence itself, and that the world was akin to a beam of light broken into a prism so that it could take form separate from the Divine. Various attributes, existences and systems of reality then were colors, dyes upon the original white light that was all.

In a world without true Faith, Tachton decided not to accept the spiritual decline, nor to attempt to sacrifice the material happiness and stability of his people. Instead he worked within their secular means, shaping the direction of society in means that mirrored and used as inspiration, the structure and teachings of the Endless Light in secular means. He worked to uplift, and guide people in all manners of life and worked on remarrying the material and the spiritual to feed into each other.

It was as the Endless Light became more and more a part of common life, as present as warm bread on the table, or the illuminating golden dawn of the sun every morning. That Pontiff Tachton then decided to finally enact his life work and radical show of faith.

The fact that the material was simply fuel for the spiritual, that with the Divine Light known as God one could abandon simple life.

A death-fast, a broadcasted and documented following of his activities as he continued to pray, work for communities, and precede as the Pontiff and a member of parliament over various matters, legal and religious.

He would not sleep, he would not eat, he would not rest nor allow himself what was considered necessary for life.

Yet he did not slow down, he did not become dull nor weak. Even as his body seemed to waste away he worked with a vigor that disturbed some, but captivated all.

His fingers wore away from countless hours of writing texts, and signing bills and papers to chalky white bone.

His eyes themselves shrunk, receding, yet with the glint of light reflected in his pupils intensifying like that of a magnifying lens.

His hair burned away from his in flux magical energy, his skin peeling as dust in the wind.

Still he moved, still he acted. Serene and yet passionate.

For a month the attention of all Manationis was captivated by him and him alone.

It was as he sensed, what he believed to be the final day of his life that he led the world in a prayer, and reflected on his faith.

Unyielding faith in the truth was, as it turned out a unmoving pillar that the cosmos itself was forced to acknowledge and respond to.

Even as his body seemed to shift, his soul and will coming to rest in his body, utilizing it as a puppet and a means to direct his faith where no life should have rested, becoming a creature different from, yet related to the Liches of old, it was his further faith that shook the bindings to his skeleton and this world that continued to shine out into existence like a all-accepting beacon.

Finally at what appeared to be the end he burned.

A revelation filled him.

He would be the Gavel.

What mortal ties he had were sundered, washed away as he was showered in light, as he was elevated and raised with that color, that truth to something more than a man.

He had become White.

Now ascending to join the ranks of the New Gods, he then laid upon law upon Manationis, split it into 9 separate and yet connected “orbs” representing his home universe as Colors of his faith, the seven of the rainbow and the two additional of the White that contained all, and the Black that was the void that married the all.

In other worlds, nine “realms” to journey between, in one’s life as a pilgrimage. To journey from Black, to eventually arrive at White.

Those nine orbs then were something he placed within his body, placing them as a stand in for the organs of his skeletal body to infuse himself with the faith of his universe, and to protect it from the other gods as he looked upon the chaotic cosmos and ruined heavens.

All he saw were pretenders. None of them were gods, not even he.

They were pure dyes, pure strands divided through the prism of reality born from the Pure White.

He was Gavel, he knew. But only did then he truly realize the full meaning of that Aspect.

He would have to lay upon the heavens and reality the cosmic laws that reminded it of its proper shape, to lay law, piety and punishment to the pretender gods and reinstate the system that mimicked the shape of his world.

A system and harmonious existence that cultivated people’s lives, and their spirituality to rise back towards the White.

Might: What was your character's claim to fame originally? Were they a wizard, a warrior, a citizen-soldier, a poet, a scholar? Describe their skills, talents, and abilities here, and how their newfound divinity has exaggerated and influenced this power. Really try to be creative here, since your character is meant to be one of the mightiest champions in the multiverse. You can also describe any armies or other resources under your God's command, as those interested in that sort of thing can amass wealth and levies easily.

A holy man and cleric, but a politician at that too. The strength of Tachton can be said to be the ability to guide people into putting into shape with their own actions, his intentions. Coupled with the power to demonstrate his faith, literally, and more figuratively with divine spellcasting.

The doctrine of Manationis describes the existence of God and Heaven as a boundless light that, split like light into a rainbow, becomes the different colors and shades that become reality.

Magic then is the expression and utilization of various elements, or rather, colors of existence and utilizing the energy and powers associated with that color.

Divine magic then is the attempt to trace back beyond the color, and add a tinting of the original divine light. A mortal is imperfect and can only add and channel divine light into that which they already dye themselves by being part of divided reality.

In the case of Tachton as a holder of a Key of Creation his own color dyes his divine magic to a greater extent than mere mortals.

Beyond all of that, for a man who has set off to bring a system and order to the heavens just as he had to his world. It helps that he is thanks to his work as Pope, representative and the Prism of Heaven. He’s a very good administrator and can blaze through legalities.

He also uh, has a cool hammer.

Path: The desire to bring harmonic order through the instatement of a cosmic system that corresponds with his faith.The illumination to the other gods the true meaning and weight of what divinity means.

[Dead Cruiser]

@Yukitamas Not opposed to the character, but it needs a little bit of workshopping. Shoot me a PM and we can go over it privately.

[Yukitamas]

Aite sure.

[Dark Cloud]

@Yukitamas Ah he's all about order! Cool.

[Stylobilly]

@Dark Cloud
You ever look at that sheet and give prior relationships any thought?

[Dark Cloud]

@Stylobilly Which sheet?

[Stylobilly]

@Dark Cloud

Hey, if Orren has been around for a long time, do you think he had any relationship with Seig(Able’s predecessor). There's some info on him in the CS after I updated it.

@Stylobilly

[Dark Cloud]

@Stylobilly Oops just a sec .

[Dark Cloud]

@rezay Work on a possible relationship chart if you can, on how friendly or unfriendly our characters are based on our Aspects and grab everyones character sheets.

I have a plan.

[rezay]

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[rezay]

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[Dark Cloud]

@rezay WHAT'S THAT PRIVATE?!?! lol

[Dark Cloud]

Able

Name: Able

Sobriquets: The Muse. The Fairest. Collector of Songs.

Appearance:

A fair young man of slight build and flawless features. Able carries a spear whose shining head hums like a struck glass. The haft is quite long, and made of stunningly pale and straight driftwood.

Aspect: SONG
A form of art, true, but Song has also been used throughout human history(in most worlds) to pass along knowledge and wisdom. It may express oral history, and contains an aspect of magical knowledge as well.
Song can be used to evoke emotions, and move the hearts and minds of those who hear it. It makes for a bearer who inspires joy, and whom others follow happily.

World: Heimark.
A world defined by bitter, cold salt water and a multitude of rocky islands. Resources are fairly scarce, and one of the most precious is wood, which is absolutely necessary for the building of ships to cross the oceans. Many people double as raiders in addition to whatever trade they take on their home islands.

The people of Heimark are resilient and independent by nature. They are excellent shipwrights, and hold a vessel in high esteem, considered to be a credit to its home island.

Ship building is assisted by shamans who work with wood spirits, called wudwyrds. Traditionally, only one tree is cut down for a ship, though salvaged wood can be used(with great deference). Such driftwood, however, is considered quite valuable, because of how rarely the sea returns what it takes.
This tradition ensures that no tree that plays host to a wudwyrd is cut needlessly, and also preserves the spirit as a singular entity in the completed vessel. A ship with a wudwyrd can always find the way back to any island it has visited, and can steer itself if needs must(though they typically prefer not to).

Race: Human

Legacy: Able was born to a small village on his home island of Briige. His parents were quite poor, and when a shaman who was traveling through took notice of him, they were happy to believe he would live a better life as an apprentice. What they did not understand was that the old man(name of Hroki) desired Able for his beauty and youth. He learned from his new master, but was loved by him as well, and as Able grew older, the wise man could not bear to see it. Besotted by the youth, the shaman turned to deep magic that even he did not properly understand, and entreated Time and Change themselves to refrain from touching Able. He was made to prove his worth and love, through trials that Able knew nothing of, but by the time he succeeded, and Able was finally spared the ravages of Time, and the fickle gifts of Change, he was a young man, and the shaman grieved the loss of his childhood.

Able outlived Hroki, and all those around him. He sought employ, with his new gifts, as a soldier and raider aboard a ship out of his homeland. He worked well enough for a time, but found that he could not train his body to become any stronger through natural means, and was weaker than hid fellows.

In a far flung land, he found knowledge from a monastery of monks who knew the secrets of transcending their physical limitations. Through meditation and force of will, Able learned to overcome the baser parts of his mind and body that, in a normal man, prevented one from harming themselves. Unable to suffer harm himself, Able could use these techniques to achieve superhuman strength and speed. Still, his body had its limits, and he sought power through his spirit.

Able lived on. He continued his study of magic, but lived primarily as a strange, hermitic nomad, and generally lost interest in the conflicts between islands. He returned frequently to the monastery where he first learned his greatest physical gifts, to further meditate and consider the mysteries of the world. It may have been inevitable that he discovered a key to divinity on his own, but fate had another plan.

Heimark was broken into from the outside by a strange army, claiming to follow a god. The people of Heimark, being tough and contrary, fought back, and Able joined the conflict for the first time in decades. He joined with Elga, the Jarl of Briige, and fought under her as she first united the people of their world, and then fought to push back the invaders. Their resistance finally attracted the attention of the god himself, who stepped down from his throne in heaven to take to the field personally. He heard of a particular fighter who none of his disciples were able to slay, and sought him out on a rocky battlefield. The god’s blades sang as he fought, and in moments he had slain many of Able’s shield siblings, until finally he found the soldier whose body refused to be split by his swords. One of the Old Gods, or even a New God bearing a different Word may have been capable of stripping Able of his gifts, but this god and his power was only able to see them, reading his power like notes on a staff. He got too close, and Able plunged his indestructible fingers into the god’s forehead, plucking the star from his very brow. Holding a key to creation in his hand, Able looked back at the rest of the field as the god withered at his feet. The invaders and natives alike stared at him, expecting a new decree. Able turned the key, and stepped away from his world, into heaven.

On the predecessor

The previous bearer of Song was a human man named Seig. He was called The Blind Maestro, or(behind his back) The Mad Maestro. He ran perhaps the most ordered of the New Gods' empires, and was prone to micro manage. He claimed he could hear the order of his sphere of control as Rhythm and Rhyme, and plucked out his own eyes, claiming they distracted him from it. It is argued by many theologians whether this action was a symptom, or the cause of his madness, but all agree that he became much worse after this.

He now believed he heard the Rhythm and Rhyme at all times, and found any disruption to it unbearable. And so he was known to personally flit about the multiverse, putting perceived errors to right.

Might: Able does not age, and(under normal circumstances) no change can be made to his body. He has mastered a technique to bypass the body’s resistance to using its full potential, and has a fair understanding of magic(enhanced by the Aspect of his Key). With his Aspect, he can read and understand magic that is affecting any object or person, much like reading music. Given effort and time, he can edit such magic as well by, to keep the metaphor, moving notes around.

Able can uncover, and even restore lost things by finding them preserved in Song.

The invaders of Heimark were stranded when their god lost his Key, but most of them would be willing to obey its current bearer, should he return to collect them. Able entered heaven alone, however, and at present has no followers to his name.

The empire of the God-King Seig is controlled by an efficient army of bureaucrat-soldiers who kept the Rhythm and Rhyme of the worlds moving. They were collectively called The Orchestra. Though far from well liked, they are generally considered benevolent, if meddlesome.

Seig's predilection for overseeing the details personally has left the Orchestra with a simplistic hierarchy, and nothing much in the way of a chain of command. Seig is known to have disappeared, but as the key that controlled his army's interplanar travel is now in another's hands, the news of his actual death has not left Heimark. The Orchestra is still able to travel between established worlds, but cannot create such permanent openings.

Path: Able seeks lasting companionship with anyone who might be an equal. He has long since withdrawn from society, having tired of the sorrow of outliving those close to him. He is new to Heaven and the multiverse at large, and wishes to see it, and what others have made of it.

@Stylobilly

Just quoting for ease of access :D

[DostHou]

Dramatis Persona:

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Orren Vos played by Dark Cloud

ANYM played by ZAVAZggg

Able played by Stylobilly

Monica played by Chris488

Sau'ud Ragh played by rezay

Andorheim Paladiceum played by Dezuel

Ertholt Gotlieb played by DostHou

Arasti played by Sakaki Chizuru

Tachton played by Yukitamas

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I've been meaning to do this so I didn't have to re-read the entire thread to find sheets. Now seemed as good of a time as any.