A Lowly Wretch

A Truly "Gifted" Life (Ignore post count)

Edgar awoke to the repeated buzzing of his alarm clock.

"Good morning sleepy head."

The sweet, melodic yet subtly sinister voice of his sister greeted him this morning as he blearily swatted for the alarm clock. She wasn't there of course, it was only in his head. That didn't stop him from answering back of course.

"Egh... Good morning Id." He said despite him being the only person in the room, so to speak. He rose to the sight of his new home, a room in the citadel where he works as an indentured servant to his work master. Lifting himself off the cheap mattress they provided all serfs staying at the citadel he switched on the light, causing him to immediately shut his right eye as the brightness stung his sight. As it slowly adjusted to the change of light he opened his one eye, the other eye sewn shut not because it was faulty but because the metal from the bullet that hit him remained.

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Getting up his sole decorations surrounded him. Several dozen images of endless hand drawn spirals were taped up all along his walls, the images surrounding him constantly. He liked to draw spirals, it was one of the few means he still had left available to him of unwinding. Having a sister like he did any opportunity to relief his daily stresses was a welcome one. He found a sort of peace in drawing these constantly spiraling patterns, the dark curving mess of lines not unlike the dark canals of his imagination. He never invited others to his room. He didn't need the accusations that he was crazy to increase.

Donning his uniform, a dull grey jumpsuit with gloves, he proceeded out and joined into the line of other serfs as they made their way down to the task chambers where they were assigned their roles for the day. His was to take over the previous serf's role of garbage disposal for level one. Handed his wheel-set garbage can he took the previous guys place and made his way out to start emptying the trash cans.

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All around him were familiar faces, faces which had long worn out their welcome. His was no pleasant sight either. Aside from the eye stitches he just looked glum and tired, deep dark bags under his eyes from his many hours spent drawing spirals instead of sleeping. He hated sleep. It was the time where Id had the most creative liberty, something he never welcomed. Needless to say he rarely had a dream that wasn't in some way a nightmare designed to bully him for her entertainment. Of course often times she would simply eat his dreams, leaving him an empty night of plain sleep. After all, she couldn't let him start predicting when she was going to strike next. The best pranks were those that catch their victims unaware, something Id took strongly to mind.

Regardless, he continued on emptying people's trash cans. They were never grateful but he demanded no gratitude from them either. He eventually came around to a meeting room. He would of gone in to empty the trash can inside but it seemed a meeting was in process. He figured he'd just empty a few cans not too far down the way and wheel back over to the meeting room to see if it was no longer in the midst of a meeting. He was sure not a single one in there would be happy to see him and there was always the possibility that simply waltzing into an active meeting would be taken poorly by the upper rankers.

Of course running on little sleep meant he was pretty tired. Rather than set about emptying more trash cans he took a lean against the wall of the room a second, relaxing his tired eyes for the moment. All at once his sleepiness hit him and he was just leaning on his trashcan, nearly asleep up against the wall where he could hear the sounds of talking being had. He just only had to hope nobody more came for this meeting.

He just had to hope nobody would catch him sleeping on the job.

A Truly "Gifted" Life (Ignore post count)

@EchoicChamber - I can sympathize. I haven't much freedom to come online myself until all else is asleep on Halloween.

A Truly "Gifted" Life (Ignore post count)

@EchoicChamber I support the notion since I already use Discord on a few other roleplays. It'll group the conversation together nicely.

A Truly "Gifted" Life (Ignore post count)

Edgar

Full Name: Edgar Gormly

Nicknames/Aliases: Ed, Patches, Serf, That guy.

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Gift: The ability to merge his being with dead or inorganic material.

Ed's gift essentially allows him to attach or replace parts of himself with dead or inorganic materials which take on the roles of the parts replaced. They hold together and act just as the body part they are substituting did.

Loyalty: Erubescian Serf

Description:

At current Ed's appearance is that of his natural born form. He's roughly one hundred and eighty four centimeters tall and his body is somewhat ectomorphic. His skin is a bit tan due to his days working outside though he works equally as much indoors as well. He's got medium length hair which is so black it makes the room he stands in seem darker. He's got one dark red eye, The other is sewn shut so he isn't hideous enough to be mistaken for some sort of failed medical experiment. His natural eye color is not his greatest irregularity however. His appearance is subject to change thanks to his ability so this section will change to keep the readers up to date on his most recent appearance.

As for things that don't really change he tends to stand with a bit of a forward slouch. His standard manner of speaking is a downtrodden grumble. He typically favors wearing either black or dark colored clothing when given the option to choose his apparel.

Personality:

He's a miserable sod, that much is certain.

If being born at the bottom of society wasn't enough of a buzz-kill having his twin sister living inside his head has worn him out to the point of numbly accepting the fact that his life is just going to be awful no matter what he does about it. While on the job he knows better than to raise a fuss, living by the time old method of keeping his head down and answering when spoken to, never before. Only occasionally does his grim sarcasm slip into his humble persona during his servitude.

To those who know him more personally he can easily be described as a killjoy who never enjoys himself and pretty much avoids fun like it is radiation. His reasons for this are largely due to his sister's often cruel sense of humour. While she will leave him be most of the time on occasion she will mess with Ed in a way which almost always ends poorly for him. She is a big contribution to the reasons Ed doesn't have any friends.

Ever since his parents died he has had a very negative opinion of pretty much everyone. He is a cynical misanthrope who sees the worst in everything. He has disliked a lot of people but out of everyone he's ever disliked he despises himself the most. Deep down he sees himself as about as worthy of respect as the dirt he walks on. He hates his life but he's too much of a coward to end it and he knows it. Even still he excuses it with the fear that if he were to die his sister might follow him into the afterlife and continue his torment for all eternity. In the end he only lives for those brief moments of sweet release from his own consciousness. Being able to slip into a darkness where he can't even hear his sister is an attractive prospect.

Deep beneath his calloused shell runs fiery emotions which still drive him despite being buried beneath the layers of misery. Id knows him well enough to know he's not a truly broken man yet. That fact is what keeps her around. She appreciates that remaining passion which still calls his bitter heart home. For example he still adheres to certain morals despite his atrocious view of his own character. He tries not to hit children unless circumstances are particularly strange. He dislikes hitting people who are too weak to fight back and can even show kindness at times. Hell will freeze over before he ever accepts thanks for a good deed though.

Skills:

Lets start with the traits of his gift since his actual skills will be short.

His ability allows him to take any material and merge it with his body, causing the material to act and function just as the living part it has replaced used to. He can feel sensations through the materials comprising his body as though it were his living flesh leading to some rather odd feelings at times. Depending on what he has bonded to his body this can make him quite durable. He's difficult to permanently put down since any part of him can be replaced, even his brain. If his brain is missing then his body will just automatically make it out of the closest material it has to work with since his mind cannot be there to decide what is used. It is not quite as simple as all that but that is to be explored in Weaknesses.

For skills he can read and write. He also knows how to carry stuff and clean floors. He's got basic combat knowledge due to his position in the military but it's nothing special. His only notable trait is that he has a surprisingly good grasp and understanding of grammar. His aspiration is to one day write a novel.

Weaknesses:

As with his skills we'll start with his gift though his personal weaknesses are many.

Firstly the material he adopts onto his body cannot be alive at the time of merging. Once dead the substance can be bonded to him but never before. Secondly his surrogate muscles cannot lift more than he could while his flesh was human, regardless of the material used. Thirdly his limbs, body and head cannot be larger than what they were back when his flesh was human and his own. Any excess material will simply slough off the part it was previously attached to. Machines that are merged with his body that have parts or a frame that is larger than his gift will support will come apart, leaving what parts that fit in his design still attached to him. Fourth weakness to his gift is that just as he can still feel the sensation of touch and temperature through the materials bonded with his body he can also feel pain. Damage dealt to the materials he's composed from will hurt just as much as it would were it all his flesh. Lastly his weakness regarding his inability to merge with living material is what leaves him vulnerable to destruction. While he'll merge with his environment even if he is mostly destroyed if he is completely destroyed or dissolved in acid while surrounded by living tissue or other matter then he'll have nothing to replace what is lost and finally be rid of the world.

Weaknesses not directly tied to his gift are many. He is not the brightest fellow for one thing. When he gets hurt he tends to hit first and think well past the point where it would of been useful to him. He'll tend to follow plans that appeal more to his emotions over plans rooted in logic which is often a poor idea given his lack of natural intuition. He's got a low self esteem which gives him a rather poor estimate for how likely he is to succeed. He tends not to understand higher concepts in science, math and art very well and does very poorly whenever he tries his hand at any of those. He's got little to no finesse with fighting. He is positively abysmal at diplomacy and generally not somebody to invite over to social gatherings. To top it all off he's got his sister who will occasionally make life harder for him because him simply succeeding at something through determination and hard work would be boring.

Brief History:

He was born a twin to his sister, Id. From the moment he was born his sister shifted her form, vanishing from view completely before crawling inside his mind. Ever since then they've done everything together. Id would almost never part from his mind as the world of dreams and ideas were so much more interesting than the real world. Eventually however she started to realize that she could do whatever she wanted to her brother and he had no way to stop her. Thus the abuse began early. She would pull pranks on him from time to time, always biding her time so Ed never knew when to expect her next cruel trick.

Ed's parents were pretty much bottom of the rung civilians. They worked staggered shifts so they could take more care of their children but they were often overworked and naturally poor of course. He spent most of his childhood finding new hiding places to avoid the bullies he had attracted thanks to his dear sister of course. It could easily be said that his was a rotten childhood, setting the tone perfectly as the rest of his life was a downward slide from there on forth.

In his teenage years their parents were killed in a Liberty mercenary attack on their town. They were eventually beaten back by the knights and everyone celebrated as the day was won. Everyone except for Ed that is.

Ed knew that the knights could of easily stopped them from killing his parents but the cold fact of the matter was that his parents were not important in the slightest. The knights had prioritized the upper-class districts leaving the common folk to the (lack of) mercy of the mercenaries who killed with little discrimination. The event was a lesson and it's teachings would never leave him from that day forth. He was used to being treated like dirt and now he knew that dirt was all the upper ranks of society saw him as. He was dirt.

Ever since his parents died money was not easy to come by. He tried looking for work but not a lot of folks were looking to employ some pauper off the streets. He wanted to be an artist which wasn't an unprofitable career path but there were some problems with that plan. He didn't have any talent for art and nobody wanted to see his work anyways. He only had negative things to say about everything, it was not an opinion many people shared. In the end despite his dislike for the hierarchy Ed signed up with the military. It was one of the few places where simply being a strong young man was enough and he could bite his tongue for the sake of living from day to day.

Of course it didn't help that he didn't get along with anyone. Superiors, comrades, there wasn't a single person who thought he was good company. He was picked on, mocked and derided. For years he endured, staying upon his miserable course without lashing out. His one respite was his writings, a book in the making. He could put up with a lot since it was just work. One fateful night however what used to be simply workplace enmity quickly got personal for him.

It was all gone. Someone with technopathy had deleted all his work and his backups were missing. What was worse was that his other squad mates knew what had happened. They were laughing.

He had enough. He didn't lash out, didn't yell or raise a fuss. All he did was pack his stuff and leave. He made sure to leave out the back where there was only one guard. The guard there got into the post simply so he could sleep out of sight of the others since there was little oversight around that entrance. Once out Edgar just kept walking, further still once he was past city limits. For the next couple of years he drifted about the few cities which laid outside the borders of Erubesco. These cities were neither Erubesco nor Liberty cities simply thanks to their minute size and significance. He lived a drifter for some time.

Of course this peaceful and quiet lifestyle was much too boring for his sister. One night while all were asleep she secretly phoned his former base and told them where to find him. When he woke up there were a bunch of angry Erubescan soldiers with guns pointed at him. He was marched right back and sent to military court where he was found guilty of desertion. He spent several months locked up until an alternative presented itself. They needed more hands for the fight against Liberty so they were signing up prisoners as serfs in exchange for a reduced sentence. Ed took the offer and right away he was sent off to work as a serf.

Work as a serf was hard but it wasn't anything he found too objectionable. His standards for what was unacceptable by this point were exceptionally low. Still, it was straight-forward. He could only hope things remained so.

If only life were so simple.

Other: He and his sister are deeply connected. Their bond from birth is a symbiotic link which serves them both. For Ed this connection serves to protect his mind from others when his sister deems such protections necessary.

Id

Full Name: Id Gormly

Nicknames/Aliases: N/A

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Gift: The gift of being an entity who can choose to exist as either material or a self willed mental construct.

Id's gift allows her to exist as what is essentially an idea with a will of it's own. She can manifest herself in the material world should she choose. She can influence and control thoughts while a mental construct to a certain limit.

Loyalty: Herself

Description:

She is basically what she wants herself to appear as. Her natural form is that of slender feminine beauty. She stands at about the same height as her brother Edgar. Her hourglass figure conveys just the right amount of both raw appeal and grace. Her hair comes down in long strands ending at the gluteus that flow like the finest silk imaginable and shine with just hair pure white it's pigment is. She can choose whatever outfit fits her mood at a whim. She is most often seen wearing a flowing white dress.

Certain features of hers could strike many as uncanny. Calling her skin pale would be an understatement. Her skin is absent of all hue or shade, just strictly white like a ghost. Her eyes are perhaps her most haunting yet memorable feature. They are a piercing bright gold color which almost seems to shine like the sun. Combined with the intensity of her eye's shade of yellow is her subtle devilish smile which grant her appearance that sinister edge.

If looks could kill she'd be a mass murderer. It's a good thing that she almost never appears outside of Edgar's own mind.

Personality:

Never having needed a physical body can certainly effect one's outlook on life.

She is uncaring towards almost everything, living solely to entertain herself. Never having to ever suffer consequences has left her distant to the concerns of others and the power to weave entire worlds that she can manipulate to her every desire has left her jaded. Being an entity of pure thought with the ability to fabricate entire mindscapes within the limits of Edgar's skull she has everything she could possibly ever want out of life so what's left to even aspire for? To her mind there is little the real world has to offer that she cannot give herself with a mere thought. Only one existing factor remained which she did not rule unquestionably: Her brother.

For all the playing about she could do on her own her brother still had his own free will. This was excellent for her however. Without someone with a differing point of view life would eventually become stagnant for her. The one thing she couldn't simply dream up were his reactions to the world around him. She could alter his point of view, even draw him into one of her worlds should she desire but she sought the challenge. Since the real world didn't strictly bend to her will she had to be more creative as to how to bother her brother. She was his sister after all, it was her sworn duty as a sibling to pick on him.

As she's almost completely detached from real world logic she also has a poor grasp of what is too dangerous or too cruel. To her anything that doesn't literally kill her brother for good is fair play since no matter what happens so long as she has him as a host it's all fun and games for her. She sees no reason to limit anything she does as she exists in a state with far different limits than the real world imposes. That does not mean she's a fool however. Her intellect is keen though highly specialized due to her particular fields of fascination. Since she doesn't have real problems to worry about this free's up a lot of time for her to observe Ed's situation and she is most certainly observant. At heart she does somewhat care for her brother but her extremely skewed sense of empathy leads her to actions which any sane person might consider wicked.

As far as using her gift is concerned she's proud of her craft.

Skills:

Almost all her skills involve her use of her gift. As a mentalist she is tremendously powerful albeit limited in scope and given the fact that she has lived her whole life in the realm of the mind she has a deeper understanding of the world of thought than nearly everyone else. While she is inside a mind she can see and control any and all operations from tangential whims all the way down to the basest innate programs. Given her control and knowledge she can manipulate all of her host's senses to the point where she could manufacture a completely separate reality, leaving her host either stumbling around, catatonic or doing whatever she wants the body to do while her host's mind is occupied.

If other mentally gifted were to start peaking inside or trying to change things she could create an entirely separate mind within the mind itself, a sub-mind to mask the real mind from the outsider's perception. The sub-mind she could create could even mirror the real mind, appearing positively identical to the host's own mind. Id has a wide variety of ways of not only controlling her host but also keeping other mentally gifted from sticking their noses in her business. With her skills she can hide her presence from mind scanners, such is the reason why she hasn't been detected yet.

As for skills in the material world she has all the same skills Edgar has since she learns everything her host learns. Aside from that she can pick up details Edgar sees but might not of noticed.

Weaknesses:

Her primary weakness is that her power limited to the mind of her host. She cannot extend her abilities beyond the mind of the person she is staying within. If she wants to effect another person's mind she has to first either invade or be invited inside. Though she is powerful if she has to invade a mind then there is a chance that she might be rebuffed, thus rendered unable to enter the person at all. While the chance is slim for most people to successfully oppose her invasion those with mental gifts stand a better chance of resisting her. Should she invade a host and the host continues to try and fight her occupation another person with the proper mental gift may be able to help purge her from her host. A host may not eject her from their body without help if she has already bypassed their mind's defenses and is unwilling to leave.

Naturally due to the risks of fighting for control of another host having a host she is currently occupying killed is problematic. While inside a host she has complete control over her own form while in her mental state of being however outside a host if she is in her mental state she is vulnerable to the effects of those with mental gifts. As her body is pure thought should someone use their gift to try and alter that thought it would physically alter her, distorting both her form and her mind based on the changes made. Should she manifest physically she becomes bound by the same rules placed upon all other living things, leaving her able to be hurt and even killed until she shifts into her alternate state. If she is injured in any way while physical such injuries will carry over to her other form and remain until she can find a host and mend herself within their mind's confines.

Besides her gift's limits she has plenty of personal weaknesses as well. She's not very aware of the difficulties with finding a new host since she almost never leaves Edgar, her current host. She can be often childish and rarely takes anyone seriously. Lastly she does not understand just how dependent she is on her brother Edgar.

Brief History:

Id was born alongside her twin brother Edgar. From the very moment she was born she immediately assumed her form as a self aware idea and took shelter within Edgar's mind. Ever since then they've been inseparable.

For the earliest parts of her childhood she mostly entertained herself with shaping the imaginary landscape she formed inside Ed's subconscious mind. Everything she could ever want was hers, the rest was just details. She never needed to sleep so she had plenty of time to perfect her art, drawing on Edgar's experiences to help design her own world and make it feel more real. She was an artist and her imagination was the brush she painted the world into being with. Eventually she was able to create her perfect fantasy world, a world that felt just as real as the real world did with some intentional exceptions. She was able to indulge herself in every whim that crossed her mind. Hers was an opulent lifestyle the likes of which not even royalty could even dream of experiencing.

All the while she lived her brother's life as well. Everything good that came to him she enjoyed as well. Everything that was bad that ever happened to him however was totally his to keep. She would occasionally play with her brother since unlike her subjects back in her imaginary world he wasn't as predictable. Seeing him trip or hit his head almost never failed to bring her a good chuckle. Back in her own world she was starting to run dry on ideas for what to do so she started turning her imagination towards picking on her brother for entertainment. The look on his face when he tried to run from some bullies only to discover his shoelaces were tied together was just priceless, more so than the rare jewels of immaculate beauty and power in her treasury.

As she was picking on him more and more she came to a sudden dreadful realization. The more she picked on him the less he reacted to her delightful pranks. If she kept this up like she was he was in danger of not being fun anymore. That simply wouldn't do! She dedicated her mind's full attention to keeping her tricks fresh and unpredictable, waiting for weeks and even months between pranks. She was determined to transform the torment of her brother into an artistic work of cruel beauty the likes of which she could take personal pride in. While Edgar only saw it as his sister occasionally coming out to ruin his life every now and then she saw it as a challenge, a call to bring out her most creative and ingenious plots with which to unleash upon her unwitting brother. After all, what use was he if he wasn't keeping her happy?

She still persists to prank her brother even to this very day.

Other: She and her brother are deeply connected. Their bond from birth is a symbiotic link which serves them both. Ed's mind senses their bond, believing Id's presence in his mind as belonging so Ed can never resist her control. In addition Ed's subconscious retains Id's original form so no matter how badly she is distorted so long as she returns to Edgar's mind she can restore herself to her original frame of being. Without Ed she would slowly but surely change until she could no longer even remember who she was and eventually become a shapeless will.

A Truly "Gifted" Life (Ignore post count)

Here they are.

Edgar

Full Name: Edgar Gormly

Nicknames/Aliases: Ed, Patches, Serf, That guy.

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Gift: The ability to merge his being with dead or inorganic material.

Ed's gift essentially allows him to attach or replace parts of himself with dead or inorganic materials which take on the roles of the parts replaced. They hold together and act just as the body part they are substituting did.

Loyalty: Erubescian Serf

Description:

At current Ed's appearance is that of his natural born form. He's roughly one hundred and eighty four centimeters tall and his body is somewhat ectomorphic. His skin is a bit tan due to his days working outside though he works equally as much indoors as well. He's got medium length hair which is so black it makes the room he stands in seem darker. He's got one dark red eye, The other is sewn shut so he isn't hideous enough to be mistaken for some sort of failed medical experiment. His natural eye color is not his greatest irregularity however. His appearance is subject to change thanks to his ability so this section will change to keep the readers up to date on his most recent appearance.

As for things that don't really change he tends to stand with a bit of a forward slouch. His standard manner of speaking is a downtrodden grumble. He typically favors wearing either black or dark colored clothing when given the option to choose his apparel.

Personality:

He's a miserable sod, that much is certain.

If being born at the bottom of society wasn't enough of a buzz-kill having his twin sister living inside his head has worn him out to the point of numbly accepting the fact that his life is just going to be awful no matter what he does about it. While on the job he knows better than to raise a fuss, living by the time old method of keeping his head down and answering when spoken to, never before. Only occasionally does his grim sarcasm slip into his humble persona during his servitude.

To those who know him more personally he can easily be described as a killjoy who never enjoys himself and pretty much avoids fun like it is radiation. His reasons for this are largely due to his sister's often cruel sense of humour. While she will leave him be most of the time on occasion she will mess with Ed in a way which almost always ends poorly for him. She is a big contribution to the reasons Ed doesn't have any friends.

Ever since his parents died he has had a very negative opinion of pretty much everyone. He is a cynical misanthrope who sees the worst in everything. He has disliked a lot of people but out of everyone he's ever disliked he despises himself the most. Deep down he sees himself as about as worthy of respect as the dirt he walks on. He hates his life but he's too much of a coward to end it and he knows it. Even still he excuses it with the fear that if he were to die his sister might follow him into the afterlife and continue his torment for all eternity. In the end he only lives for those brief moments of sweet release from his own consciousness. Being able to slip into a darkness where he can't even hear his sister is an attractive prospect.

Deep beneath his calloused shell runs fiery emotions which still drive him despite being buried beneath the layers of misery. Id knows him well enough to know he's not a truly broken man yet. That fact is what keeps her around. She appreciates that remaining passion which still calls his bitter heart home. For example he still adheres to certain morals despite his atrocious view of his own character. He tries not to hit children unless circumstances are particularly strange. He dislikes hitting people who are too weak to fight back and can even show kindness at times. Hell will freeze over before he ever accepts thanks for a good deed though.

Skills:

Lets start with the traits of his gift since his actual skills will be short.

His ability allows him to take any material and merge it with his body, causing the material to act and function just as the living part it has replaced used to. He can feel sensations through the materials comprising his body as though it were his living flesh leading to some rather odd feelings at times. Depending on what he has bonded to his body this can make him quite durable. He's difficult to permanently put down since any part of him can be replaced, even his brain. If his brain is missing then his body will just automatically make it out of the closest material it has to work with since his mind cannot be there to decide what is used. It is not quite as simple as all that but that is to be explored in Weaknesses.

For skills he can read and write. He also knows how to carry stuff and clean floors. He's got basic combat knowledge due to his position in the military but it's nothing special. His only notable trait is that he has a surprisingly good grasp and understanding of grammar. His aspiration is to one day write a novel.

Weaknesses:

As with his skills we'll start with his gift though his personal weaknesses are many.

Firstly the material he adopts onto his body cannot be alive at the time of merging. Once dead the substance can be bonded to him but never before. Secondly his surrogate muscles cannot lift more than he could while his flesh was human, regardless of the material used. Thirdly his limbs, body and head cannot be larger than what they were back when his flesh was human and his own. Any excess material will simply slough off the part it was previously attached to. Machines that are merged with his body that have parts or a frame that is larger than his gift will support will come apart, leaving what parts that fit in his design still attached to him. Fourth weakness to his gift is that just as he can still feel the sensation of touch and temperature through the materials bonded with his body he can also feel pain. Damage dealt to the materials he's composed from will hurt just as much as it would were it all his flesh. Lastly his weakness regarding his inability to merge with living material is what leaves him vulnerable to destruction. While he'll merge with his environment even if he is mostly destroyed if he is completely destroyed or dissolved in acid while surrounded by living tissue or other matter then he'll have nothing to replace what is lost and finally be rid of the world.

Weaknesses not directly tied to his gift are many. He is not the brightest fellow for one thing. When he gets hurt he tends to hit first and think well past the point where it would of been useful to him. He'll tend to follow plans that appeal more to his emotions over plans rooted in logic which is often a poor idea given his lack of natural intuition. He's got a low self esteem which gives him a rather poor estimate for how likely he is to succeed. He tends not to understand higher concepts in science, math and art very well and does very poorly whenever he tries his hand at any of those. He's got little to no finesse with fighting. He is positively abysmal at diplomacy and generally not somebody to invite over to social gatherings. To top it all off he's got his sister who will occasionally make life harder for him because him simply succeeding at something through determination and hard work would be boring.

Brief History:

He was born a twin to his sister, Id. From the moment he was born his sister shifted her form, vanishing from view completely before crawling inside his mind. Ever since then they've done everything together. Id would almost never part from his mind as the world of dreams and ideas were so much more interesting than the real world. Eventually however she started to realize that she could do whatever she wanted to her brother and he had no way to stop her. Thus the abuse began early. She would pull pranks on him from time to time, always biding her time so Ed never knew when to expect her next cruel trick.

Ed's parents were pretty much bottom of the rung civilians. They worked staggered shifts so they could take more care of their children but they were often overworked and naturally poor of course. He spent most of his childhood finding new hiding places to avoid the bullies he had attracted thanks to his dear sister of course. It could easily be said that his was a rotten childhood, setting the tone perfectly as the rest of his life was a downward slide from there on forth.

In his teenage years their parents were killed in a Liberty mercenary attack on their town. They were eventually beaten back by the knights and everyone celebrated as the day was won. Everyone except for Ed that is.

Ed knew that the knights could of easily stopped them from killing his parents but the cold fact of the matter was that his parents were not important in the slightest. The knights had prioritized the upper-class districts leaving the common folk to the (lack of) mercy of the mercenaries who killed with little discrimination. The event was a lesson and it's teachings would never leave him from that day forth. He was used to being treated like dirt and now he knew that dirt was all the upper ranks of society saw him as. He was dirt.

Ever since his parents died money was not easy to come by. He tried looking for work but not a lot of folks were looking to employ some pauper off the streets. He wanted to be an artist which wasn't an unprofitable career path but there were some problems with that plan. He didn't have any talent for art and nobody wanted to see his work anyways. He only had negative things to say about everything, it was not an opinion many people shared. In the end despite his dislike for the hierarchy Ed signed up with the military. It was one of the few places where simply being a strong young man was enough and he could bite his tongue for the sake of living from day to day.

Of course it didn't help that he didn't get along with anyone. Superiors, comrades, there wasn't a single person who thought he was good company. He was picked on, mocked and derided. For years he endured, staying upon his miserable course without lashing out. His one respite was his writings, a book in the making. He could put up with a lot since it was just work. One fateful night however what used to be simply workplace enmity quickly got personal for him.

It was all gone. Someone with technopathy had deleted all his work and his backups were missing. What was worse was that his other squad mates knew what had happened. They were laughing.

He had enough. He didn't lash out, didn't yell or raise a fuss. All he did was pack his stuff and leave. He made sure to leave out the back where there was only one guard. The guard there got into the post simply so he could sleep out of sight of the others since there was little oversight around that entrance. Once out Edgar just kept walking, further still once he was past city limits. For the next couple of years he drifted about the few cities which laid outside the borders of Erubesco. These cities were neither Erubesco nor Liberty cities simply thanks to their minute size and significance. He lived a drifter for some time.

Of course this peaceful and quiet lifestyle was much too boring for his sister. One night while all were asleep she secretly phoned his former base and told them where to find him. When he woke up there were a bunch of angry Erubescan soldiers with guns pointed at him. He was marched right back and sent to military court where he was found guilty of desertion. He spent several months locked up until an alternative presented itself. They needed more hands for the fight against Liberty so they were signing up prisoners as serfs in exchange for a reduced sentence. Ed took the offer and right away he was sent off to work as a serf.

Work as a serf was hard but it wasn't anything he found too objectionable. His standards for what was unacceptable by this point were exceptionally low. Still, it was straight-forward. He could only hope things remained so.

If only life were so simple.

Other: He and his sister are deeply connected. Their bond from birth is a symbiotic link which serves them both. For Ed this connection serves to protect his mind from others when his sister deems such protections necessary.

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Id

Full Name: Id Gormly

Nicknames/Aliases: N/A

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Gift: The gift of being an entity who can choose to exist as either material or a self willed mental construct.

Id's gift allows her to exist as what is essentially an idea with a will of it's own. She can manifest herself in the material world should she choose. She can influence and control thoughts while a mental construct to a certain limit.

Loyalty: Herself

Description:

She is basically what she wants herself to appear as. Her natural form is that of slender feminine beauty. She stands at about the same height as her brother Edgar. Her hourglass figure conveys just the right amount of both raw appeal and grace. Her hair comes down in long strands ending at the gluteus that flow like the finest silk imaginable and shine with just hair pure white it's pigment is. She can choose whatever outfit fits her mood at a whim. She is most often seen wearing a flowing white dress.

Certain features of hers could strike many as uncanny. Calling her skin pale would be an understatement. Her skin is absent of all hue or shade, just strictly white like a ghost. Her eyes are perhaps her most haunting yet memorable feature. They are a piercing bright gold color which almost seems to shine like the sun. Combined with the intensity of her eye's shade of yellow is her subtle devilish smile which grant her appearance that sinister edge.

If looks could kill she'd be a mass murderer. It's a good thing that she almost never appears outside of Edgar's own mind.

Personality:

Never having needed a physical body can certainly effect one's outlook on life.

She is uncaring towards almost everything, living solely to entertain herself. Never having to ever suffer consequences has left her distant to the concerns of others and the power to weave entire worlds that she can manipulate to her every desire has left her jaded. Being an entity of pure thought with the ability to fabricate entire mindscapes within the limits of Edgar's skull she has everything she could possibly ever want out of life so what's left to even aspire for? To her mind there is little the real world has to offer that she cannot give herself with a mere thought. Only one existing factor remained which she did not rule unquestionably: Her brother.

For all the playing about she could do on her own her brother still had his own free will. This was excellent for her however. Without someone with a differing point of view life would eventually become stagnant for her. The one thing she couldn't simply dream up were his reactions to the world around him. She could alter his point of view, even draw him into one of her worlds should she desire but she sought the challenge. Since the real world didn't strictly bend to her will she had to be more creative as to how to bother her brother. She was his sister after all, it was her sworn duty as a sibling to pick on him.

As she's almost completely detached from real world logic she also has a poor grasp of what is too dangerous or too cruel. To her anything that doesn't literally kill her brother for good is fair play since no matter what happens so long as she has him as a host it's all fun and games for her. She sees no reason to limit anything she does as she exists in a state with far different limits than the real world imposes. That does not mean she's a fool however. Her intellect is keen though highly specialized due to her particular fields of fascination. Since she doesn't have real problems to worry about this free's up a lot of time for her to observe Ed's situation and she is most certainly observant. At heart she does somewhat care for her brother but her extremely skewed sense of empathy leads her to actions which any sane person might consider wicked.

As far as using her gift is concerned she's proud of her craft.

Skills:

Almost all her skills involve her use of her gift. As a mentalist she is tremendously powerful albeit limited in scope and given the fact that she has lived her whole life in the realm of the mind she has a deeper understanding of the world of thought than nearly everyone else. While she is inside a mind she can see and control any and all operations from tangential whims all the way down to the basest innate programs. Given her control and knowledge she can manipulate all of her host's senses to the point where she could manufacture a completely separate reality, leaving her host either stumbling around, catatonic or doing whatever she wants the body to do while her host's mind is occupied.

If other mentally gifted were to start peaking inside or trying to change things she could create an entirely separate mind within the mind itself, a sub-mind to mask the real mind from the outsider's perception. The sub-mind she could create could even mirror the real mind, appearing positively identical to the host's own mind. Id has a wide variety of ways of not only controlling her host but also keeping other mentally gifted from sticking their noses in her business. With her skills she can hide her presence from mind scanners, such is the reason why she hasn't been detected yet.

As for skills in the material world she has all the same skills Edgar has since she learns everything her host learns. Aside from that she can pick up details Edgar sees but might not of noticed.

Weaknesses:

Her primary weakness is that her power limited to the mind of her host. She cannot extend her abilities beyond the mind of the person she is staying within. If she wants to effect another person's mind she has to first either invade or be invited inside. Though she is powerful if she has to invade a mind then there is a chance that she might be rebuffed, thus rendered unable to enter the person at all. While the chance is slim for most people to successfully oppose her invasion those with mental gifts stand a better chance of resisting her. Should she invade a host and the host continues to try and fight her occupation another person with the proper mental gift may be able to help purge her from her host. A host may not eject her from their body without help if she has already bypassed their mind's defenses and is unwilling to leave.

Naturally due to the risks of fighting for control of another host having a host she is currently occupying killed is problematic. While inside a host she has complete control over her own form while in her mental state of being however outside a host if she is in her mental state she is vulnerable to the effects of those with mental gifts. As her body is pure thought should someone use their gift to try and alter that thought it would physically alter her, distorting both her form and her mind based on the changes made. Should she manifest physically she becomes bound by the same rules placed upon all other living things, leaving her able to be hurt and even killed until she shifts into her alternate state. If she is injured in any way while physical such injuries will carry over to her other form and remain until she can find a host and mend herself within their mind's confines.

Besides her gift's limits she has plenty of personal weaknesses as well. She's not very aware of the difficulties with finding a new host since she almost never leaves Edgar, her current host. She can be often childish and rarely takes anyone seriously. Lastly she does not understand just how dependent she is on her brother Edgar.

Brief History:

Id was born alongside her twin brother Edgar. From the very moment she was born she immediately assumed her form as a self aware idea and took shelter within Edgar's mind. Ever since then they've been inseparable.

For the earliest parts of her childhood she mostly entertained herself with shaping the imaginary landscape she formed inside Ed's subconscious mind. Everything she could ever want was hers, the rest was just details. She never needed to sleep so she had plenty of time to perfect her art, drawing on Edgar's experiences to help design her own world and make it feel more real. She was an artist and her imagination was the brush she painted the world into being with. Eventually she was able to create her perfect fantasy world, a world that felt just as real as the real world did with some intentional exceptions. She was able to indulge herself in every whim that crossed her mind. Hers was an opulent lifestyle the likes of which not even royalty could even dream of experiencing.

All the while she lived her brother's life as well. Everything good that came to him she enjoyed as well. Everything that was bad that ever happened to him however was totally his to keep. She would occasionally play with her brother since unlike her subjects back in her imaginary world he wasn't as predictable. Seeing him trip or hit his head almost never failed to bring her a good chuckle. Back in her own world she was starting to run dry on ideas for what to do so she started turning her imagination towards picking on her brother for entertainment. The look on his face when he tried to run from some bullies only to discover his shoelaces were tied together was just priceless, more so than the rare jewels of immaculate beauty and power in her treasury.

As she was picking on him more and more she came to a sudden dreadful realization. The more she picked on him the less he reacted to her delightful pranks. If she kept this up like she was he was in danger of not being fun anymore. That simply wouldn't do! She dedicated her mind's full attention to keeping her tricks fresh and unpredictable, waiting for weeks and even months between pranks. She was determined to transform the torment of her brother into an artistic work of cruel beauty the likes of which she could take personal pride in. While Edgar only saw it as his sister occasionally coming out to ruin his life every now and then she saw it as a challenge, a call to bring out her most creative and ingenious plots with which to unleash upon her unwitting brother. After all, what use was he if he wasn't keeping her happy?

She still persists to prank her brother even to this very day.

Other: She and her brother are deeply connected. Their bond from birth is a symbiotic link which serves them both. Ed's mind senses their bond, believing Id's presence in his mind as belonging so Ed can never resist her control. In addition Ed's subconscious retains Id's original form so no matter how badly she is distorted so long as she returns to Edgar's mind she can restore herself to her original frame of being. Without Ed she would slowly but surely change until she could no longer even remember who she was and eventually become a shapeless will.

A Truly "Gifted" Life (Ignore post count)

Ah, glad to see this fine old roleplay back in business. Shall I return Edgar and Id to the world?

Gods: Redux: a Deity RP (FULL)

Oao.

Name: Oao (Pronounced "Oh-Ow").

Gender: None.

Appearance:

Oao has many forms for it wears the darkness around it, shaping it as both an extension of it's body and a cover to conceal itself within. It's most familiar darkness shape is that of a tall willowy humanoid, lithe with a faintly hourglass shape to it. It's arms are almost as long as it's body is and possesses a pair of exceedingly long yet thin hands. It's face is a completely blank slate sitting underneath a mass of long wispy tendrils of darkness serving as what could be assumed to be hair. It's legs end in a single trunk that sprawls out at the ankle level with several dark roots that pull it forward as a means of locomotion.

It's true form is that of an emaciated genderless little humanoid, a rather pathetic creature. It's skin is whiter than snow and it's no larger than a human child though it may appear smaller as it tends to remain hunched forward. It's got bony arms with two twig-like fingers and an only slightly thicker thumb. Despite being narrow little bones called finger they are long enough to reach around the entirety of an adult human's head. It's feet are normal sized for a human though they only possess two little claw like toes.

It's face is gaunt and narrow with thin lips and a mouth full of needle fine teeth. Shorter sets of these teeth run all the way down into it's throat, allowing it to chew what it swallows all the way down. It's got shallow cheeks with eyes twice the size of a human's. It's eyes are completely black save two small points of light that seem to serve as it's pupils. Oao has long straight silky jet black hair that appears very well groomed, something to be envied by many with long dark hair were they to discover it.

It speaks with an often trembling voice. It's sound is a soft, light pitch which sounds closer to a feminine sound than a masculine sound.

Personality:

Many are frightened of the dark. What many do not realize is that the dark is probably more afraid of them.

Chiefest of Oao's feelings is the sense of dread that hangs over it every second of every hour of every night and day. It hides in the darkness that it is to conceal itself, hiding away it's true form so that none may look upon it. The very idea of eyes scanning it's nude body gives it veritable panic attacks. Were anyone to see it's true form that would send it into the throes of truest terror.

It enjoys peace, silence and solitude most. It detests the presence of others, especially the company of those with eyes but it dislikes none more than those who would bring light with them. Not only does light cut away at the extensions of it's very being but it also presents a risk of piercing it's disguise and revealing it for who it really is. As such Oao tries to act menacing to scare people off but it is simply a facade.

It holds little love for most. The last person it cared for was murdered by the god of war during the civil war. It does hold some sympathy for the meek and the scared however. The darkness can serve as a sanctuary to those who do not want to be seen, who want to be hidden as Oao is. It can be quite nice when it's paranoia isn't acting up but those are rare instances.

Where once it lived in relative calm while the King of the Gods was still alive now that he's dead it is dreading the possibilities of what may come.

Major Domain: Darkness.

Minor Domains: Fear & The Hidden.

Weaknesses:

- It's crippling fear of being seen.
- Light.
- Daytime.
- It's solitude.
- A low self-esteem.
- No subjects in it's direct service.
- Color blindness.

Your Avatar: Mallogh (Pronounced Mal-Low).

This creature is a mass of ink black slime which assumes a vaguely humanoid shape. This beast fills an entire cavern with it's sheer amount of volume, a cavern large enough to house the tallest of castles with ease. It's fluid mass is saturated with the power of darkness, the very power that gives it it's color or perhaps lack of color.

The slime of this creature eats away at all organic matter, reducing it to nothing in a matter of minutes. Due to the dark power within it not only does it eat away at all organic matter trapped inside but in the case of animate beings it also eats away at their minds and souls, consuming all until nothing of the creature remains. Even creatures made of rock are vulnerable to Mallogh if they possess a mind or a soul.

To top it all off Mallogh can split off smaller slimes from it's form to act independently from it.

Stance: Oao wants to avoid conflict but has much reservation in regards to surrendering it's Center of Power.

Loyalty During the Rebellion: Oao sided with the king though ultimately it refrained from fighting and simply hid.

Center of Power:

The Void Pearl - This item is a perfectly spherical gem no larger than a ping-pong ball. It is a color of black so deep it is like staring into the infinite abyss of space itself. Within the pearl true darkness exists.

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Relations:

God of the Sun - The greatest threat to Oao. Avoid at all cost.

God of Knowledge - It seeks to know what is hidden. Secrets or not, Oao dislikes him.

God of the Underworld - No major risks from him. Oao only mildly dislikes him.

Goddess of War - No major risks from her. Oao only mildly dislikes her.

God of Undeath - No major risks from him. Oao only mildly dislikes him.

Goddess of Storms - No major risks from her. Oao only mildly dislikes her.

God of Murder - He can choose to be blind. Still a risk though.

God of Lust - No major risks from him. Oao only mildly dislikes him.

God of Mankind - He seeks truth. He must be denied it. Oao dislikes him strongly.

God of the Hunt - A seeker of the hidden. Yet another threat to it. Oao dislikes him.

Goddess of Justice - Another seeker of truth. She too must be denied. She too is disliked by Oao.

Goddess of Life - Life itself has spread quite far, bringing about many light dwellers. Oao strongly dislikes her.

Goddess of Nature - Like life itself Oao strongly dislikes nature.

God of Predators - One and the same as nature in Oao's mind.

God of the Forge - The fires of the forge scare Oao. He is disliked by it.

God of The Stars - His attempt to brighten the night sky upsets Oao. He is strongly disliked by it.

Goddess of the Moon - The moon is the greatest source of light in the sky second only to the sun. Oao greatly dislikes her.

God of The Sea - No major risks from him. Oao only mildly dislikes him.

God of Dragons - Beast and fire both give Oao much concern. He is strongly disliked by it.

God of Loss and Pain - Oao knows the pains of crippling fear well. Oao understands him to an extent but will still avoid him for fear of being seen.

(Subject to Updates.)

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Powers:

Oao has the ability to shape darkness into matter in all forms and physical states.

It can freely choose both the shape and the material properties of it's dark creations with the only limits being a max cap on volume and available darkness. Oao can only use as much darkness as is available within a five kilometer radius of itself. Even if Oao is in an open space completely void of light it's maximum volume is that of a sphere that is ten kilometers in diameter.

When Oao extracts mass from darkness it's not removing the darkness itself, something that would result in illuminating the space absent of darkness, but rather it extracts it's essence. Extracting the essence of darkness does not change it physically but it removes all other aspects of the darkness. Those who would look upon empty darkness would feel no emotional response that normally come with staring into the darkness. Magically empty darkness is inert and serves no purpose to those who would wish to draw upon it's power. Darkness does not remain empty however. It takes roughly a week for darkness to return to normal.

Despite the physical properties of the darkness it can effect all beings regardless of their state of tangibility. In addition while Oao can submerge in darkness to instantly travel it can only travel to sections of darkness that are connected to the darkness it goes inside. Another feature is that Oao can extend it's senses and voice into the dark masses it creates.

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Regardless of whatever properties Oao grants to the darkness it shapes it all shares the same weakness: Light. The first effect light has on dark mass is that it reduces it's density in proportion to the intensity of the light. A weak light would only subtly weaken a dark object however things like the sun and other powerful sources of light would practically reduce the darkness into a gaseous state. This effect only applies to all darkness in the path of the light so a beam of light might weaken the portion of darkness it is trying to travel through however the rest will remain unaltered. The effect of the change in density is immediate upon recieving light. The results of this effect end just as immediately when the light no longer touches the darkness.

The second effect light has on dark mass is that it will slowly burn away the darkness, causing small slivers of it to flake away into nothingness. It would take approximately a full day to completely disintegrate Oao's dark mass at full volume. Like the first effect this effect only applies to portions of darkness caught in the path of light.

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Another power of Oao's is it's ability to infuse it's creations with the Essence of Fear. The Essence of Fear causes those who gaze upon the creation infused with it to become filled with primal terror, driving all but the most stalwart of beings to flee for their lives and leaving those who overcome this almost paralyzed with fear.

Even gods and those with magical and/or psychic mental protections are given pause by the sheer fright simply seeing something with the Essence of Fear instills. This effect only applies to those who can see the creation infused with the Essence of Fear. Those who cannot see it are safe from the effect.

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Lastly, Oao's ability to hide has aspects of both divine magic and sheer skill. Oao possesses a natural talent for hiding and has honed this skill over the span of it's lifetime, developing both it's knowledge of stealth and it's muscle memory to the point where hiding for it is as natural as breathing. Few beings, if any, are as skilled at hiding as Oao is.

On top of that it's divine connection to The Hidden allow it to bar any attempt to scry or detect Oao's location using magic, preventing those using said magic from perceiving it. This includes both regular and divine magic. Oao can instill this effect onto any object smaller than a castle though this requires Oao to be physically present to perform this. The effect is suppressed if Oao itself is ever exposed to divine light or natural sunlight. While suppressed not only is both Oao and all items hidden by Oao no longer hidden but they are also made obvious to all who look upon them. These effects resume the moment Oao is no longer touched by either forms of light.

Godly Equipment: None. Oao both is and wears darkness from which it shapes everything it owns.

Demi Gods: None.

Name of your Land: The underground.

Lands: Oao's land is deep beneath the earth. It is a series of massive interconnecting caverns in the midst of a network of tunnels. In these caverns for flora there exist forests of bioluminescent mushrooms and varieties of cave moss. The local fauna mostly consist of bats, worms and other critters that call the depths of the earth home.

People:

Down in the underground amidst the mushroom forests there live the race of humanoid beings which call themselves "Od". They are about three quarters the height of humans and are uniformly skinny due to their limited diet. Their skin lacks any pigmentation since they have never seen the light of day, leaving them as pale as snow. Their hair is as black as jet and they tend to have no facial hair to speak of. They have no noses and their eyes are four times larger than a humans. They have got big round irides which allow them to take in even the smallest amount of light available. They communicate largely through high pitched squeaks. Despite their thin frames they are decently strong and can climb with fair ease, possessing small claws at the ends of their fingers which allow them to grip onto stone better.

Culture:

They definitely know that their people live on a razor's edge. With a mind to mysticism they conduct their lives always with a nod to the knowledge that the caverns are a very unforgiving place. Despite that understanding they live life as they must, meekly gathering what they need to survive. They live in the glowing mushroom forests in shanties cobbled together from faintly glowing cobalt blue stones. The lights tend to keep most predators out which is why they tend to stay in the forests when they can. They mostly eat moss though they do sometimes feast upon the occasional bat.

A large part of their life revolves around the use of pigments and magical salves to conduct their shamanistic rituals. Their most important ritual occurs annually, a major event where their head alchemist will set out and ritualistically repaint the yellow wards which turn the largest predators of the underground away.

Technology:

The Od are rather primitive in most forms of tech but are very knowledgeable in alchemy and minerals. In addition they also have access to some of the rarest stones in the world as they live deep where even scarce veins can be found. Theirs is a tribal hunter/gatherer society.

Capital:

The main capital of the Ods is a vast mushroom forest called "It". This is their word for home, the other settlements of theirs having names that derive from that one name. It is a helter-skelter shanty build from sheets of metal forged using rock-boring worm saliva to melt and shape the ores. Most of their homes range from basic huts to alchemy labs.

Beings:

Aside from the wildlife the most numerous species to occupy the underground is a race of disputably intelligent slime beings. These slimes are the byproducts of Oao's use of dark mass, the essence leaking and forming ink black blobs. As these continue to grow and multiply however they begin to exhibit qualities of their deity. The greatest of these slimes is Oao's own avatar, Mallogh.

History:

After Oao tore itself from Ephra he hid it away in his basement since it wasn't like his other creations. He deemed it necessary to live but felt it was too horrible a creature to let shape the lands below. Despite being necessary as a counter-balance to light given the way it had come to be he disliked it, keeping it hidden from all the other gods and constantly reminding it that it was a mistake that he was showing mercy to by even letting it live. As Ephra was the only thing it knew for so long it was dependent on him, becoming emotionally attached despite his abuses.

As the civil war came to a close with the final showdown between Ephra and War the resulting carnage twinned with Ephra's disappearance led to Oao escaping the basement it once called home, fleeing inside a large amorphous sphere of darkness to the world where it retreated into a nearby cave and further down into the deep below where the most darkness was present.

Ever since then Oao's made the underground it's home, An old deity but a relative newcomer to the world.

Gods: Redux: a Deity RP (FULL)

Here it is, helpless to stop your eager eyes.

Oao.

Name: Oao (Pronounced "Oh-Ow").

Gender: None.

Appearance:

Oao has many forms for it wears the darkness around it, shaping it as both an extension of it's body and a cover to conceal itself within. It's most familiar darkness shape is that of a tall willowy humanoid, lithe with a faintly hourglass shape to it. It's arms are almost as long as it's body is and possesses a pair of exceedingly long yet thin hands. It's face is a completely blank slate sitting underneath a mass of long wispy tendrils of darkness serving as what could be assumed to be hair. It's legs end in a single trunk that sprawls out at the ankle level with several dark roots that pull it forward as a means of locomotion.

It's true form is that of an emaciated genderless little humanoid, a rather pathetic creature. It's skin is whiter than snow and it's no larger than a human child though it may appear smaller as it tends to remain hunched forward. It's got bony arms with two twig-like fingers and an only slightly thicker thumb. Despite being narrow little bones called finger they are long enough to reach around the entirety of an adult human's head. It's feet are normal sized for a human though they only possess two little claw like toes.

It's face is gaunt and narrow with thin lips and a mouth full of needle fine teeth. Shorter sets of these teeth run all the way down into it's throat, allowing it to chew what it swallows all the way down. It's got shallow cheeks with eyes twice the size of a human's. It's eyes are completely black save two small points of light that seem to serve as it's pupils. Oao has long straight silky jet black hair that appears very well groomed, something to be envied by many with long dark hair were they to discover it.

It speaks with an often trembling voice. It's sound is a soft, light pitch which sounds closer to a feminine sound than a masculine sound.

Personality:

Many are frightened of the dark. What many do not realize is that the dark is probably more afraid of them.

Chiefest of Oao's feelings is the sense of dread that hangs over it every second of every hour of every night and day. It hides in the darkness that it is to conceal itself, hiding away it's true form so that none may look upon it. The very idea of eyes scanning it's nude body gives it veritable panic attacks. Were anyone to see it's true form that would send it into the throes of truest terror.

It enjoys peace, silence and solitude most. It detests the presence of others, especially the company of those with eyes but it dislikes none more than those who would bring light with them. Not only does light cut away at the extensions of it's very being but it also presents a risk of piercing it's disguise and revealing it for who it really is. As such Oao tries to act menacing to scare people off but it is simply a facade.

It holds little love for most. The last person it cared for was murdered by the god of war during the civil war. It does hold some sympathy for the meek and the scared however. The darkness can serve as a sanctuary to those who do not want to be seen, who want to be hidden as Oao is. It can be quite nice when it's paranoia isn't acting up but those are rare instances.

Where once it lived in relative calm while the King of the Gods was still alive now that he's dead it is dreading the possibilities of what may come.

Major Domain: Darkness.

Minor Domains: Fear & The Hidden.

Weaknesses:

- It's crippling fear of being seen.
- Light.
- Daytime.
- It's solitude.
- A low self-esteem.
- No subjects in it's direct service.

Your Avatar: Mallogh (Pronounced Mal-Low).

This creature is a mass of ink black slime which assumes a vaguely humanoid shape. This beast fills an entire cavern with it's sheer amount of volume, a cavern large enough to house the tallest of castles with ease. It's fluid mass is saturated with the power of darkness, the very power that gives it it's color or perhaps lack of color.

The slime of this creature eats away at all organic matter, reducing it to nothing in a matter of minutes. Due to the dark power within it not only does it eat away at all organic matter trapped inside but in the case of animate beings it also eats away at their minds and souls, consuming all until nothing of the creature remains. Even creatures made of rock are vulnerable to Mallogh if they possess a mind or a soul.

To top it all off Mallogh can split off smaller slimes from it's form to act independently from it.

Stance: Oao wants to avoid conflict but has much reservation in regards to surrendering it's Center of Power.

Loyalty During the Rebellion: Oao sided with the king though ultimately it refrained from fighting and simply hid.

Center of Power:

The Void Pearl - This item is a perfectly spherical gem no larger than a ping-pong ball. It is a color of black so deep it is like staring into the infinite abyss of space itself. Within the pearl true darkness exists.

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Relations:

God of the Sun - The greatest threat to Oao. Avoid at all cost.

God of Knowledge - A curious being. Oao hates it but not enough to dare confront it directly.

God of the Underworld - No major risks from him. Oao only mildly dislikes him.

Goddess of War - No major risks from her. Oao only mildly dislikes her.

God of Undeath - No major risks from him. Oao only mildly dislikes him.

Goddess of Storms - No major risks from her. Oao only mildly dislikes her.

God of Murder - He can choose to be blind. Still a risk though.

Gods of Fertility - Little risk of being found by them. They want to be enemies so Oao dislikes them more still.

God of Lust - No major risks from him. Oao only mildly dislikes him.

God of Mankind - He seeks truth. He must be denied it. Oao dislikes him strongly.

Goddess of Life - Life itself has spread quite far, bringing about many beings who can still see. Oao strongly dislikes her.

God of Monsters - No major risks from him. Oao only mildly dislikes him.

Goddess of Nature - Like life itself Oao strongly dislikes nature.

God of Predators - One and the same as nature in Oao's mind.

God of the Forge - The fires of the forge scare Oao. He is disliked by it.

God of The Stars - His attempt to brighten the night sky upsets Oao. He is strongly disliked by it.

God of The Sea - No major risks from him. Oao only mildly dislikes him.

God of Dragons - Beast and fire both give Oao much concern. He is strongly disliked by it.

God of Loss and Pain - Oao knows the pains of crippling fear well. Oao understands him to an extent but will still avoid him for fear of being seen.

(Subject to Updates.)

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Powers:

Oao has the ability to shape darkness into matter in all forms and physical states.

It can freely choose both the shape and the material properties of it's dark creations with the only limits being a max cap on volume and available darkness. Oao can only use as much darkness as is available within a five kilometer radius of itself. Even if Oao is in an open space completely void of light it's maximum volume is that of a sphere that is ten kilometers in diameter.

When Oao extracts mass from darkness it's not removing the darkness itself, something that would result in illuminating the space absent of darkness, but rather it extracts it's essence. Extracting the essence of darkness does not change it physically but it removes all other aspects of the darkness. Those who would look upon empty darkness would feel no emotional response that normally come with staring into the darkness. Magically empty darkness is inert and serves no purpose to those who would wish to draw upon it's power. Darkness does not remain empty however. It takes roughly a week for darkness to return to normal.

Despite the physical properties of the darkness it can effect all beings regardless of their state of tangibility. In addition while Oao can submerge in darkness to instantly travel it can only travel to sections of darkness that are connected to the darkness it goes inside. Another feature is that Oao can extend it's senses and voice into the dark masses it creates.

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Regardless of whatever properties Oao grants to the darkness it shapes it all shares the same weakness: Light. The first effect light has on dark mass is that it reduces it's density in proportion to the intensity of the light. A weak light would only subtly weaken a dark object however things like the sun and other powerful sources of light would practically reduce the darkness into a gaseous state. This effect only applies to all darkness in the path of the light so a beam of light might weaken the portion of darkness it is trying to travel through however the rest will remain unaltered. The effect of the change in density is immediate upon recieving light. The results of this effect end just as immediately when the light no longer touches the darkness.

The second effect light has on dark mass is that it will slowly burn away the darkness, causing small slivers of it to flake away into nothingness. It would take approximately a full day to completely disintegrate Oao's dark mass at full volume. Like the first effect this effect only applies to portions of darkness caught in the path of light.

Godly Equipment: None. Oao both is and wears darkness from which it shapes everything it owns.

Demi Gods: None.

Name of your Land: The underground.

Lands: Oao's land is deep beneath the earth. It is a series of massive interconnecting caverns in the midst of a network of tunnels. In these caverns for flora there exist forests of bioluminescent mushrooms and varieties of cave moss. The local fauna mostly consist of bats, worms and other critters that call the depths of the earth home.

People:

Down in the underground amidst the mushroom forests there live the race of humanoid beings which call themselves "Od". They are about three quarters the height of humans and are uniformly skinny due to their limited diet. Their skin lacks any pigmentation since they have never seen the light of day, leaving them as pale as snow. Their hair is as black as jet and they tend to have no facial hair to speak of. They have no noses and their eyes are four times larger than a humans. They have got big round irides which allow them to take in even the smallest amount of light available. They communicate largely through high pitched squeaks. Despite their thin frames they are decently strong and can climb with fair ease, possessing small claws at the ends of their fingers which allow them to grip onto stone better.

Culture:

They definitely know that their people live on a razor's edge. With a mind to mysticism they conduct their lives always with a mind to the knowledge that the caverns are a very unforgiving place. Despite that knowledge they live life as they must, meekly gathering what they need to survive. They live in the glowing mushroom forests in shanties cobbled together from faintly glowing cobalt blue stones. The lights tend to keep most predators which is why they tend to stay in the forests when they can. They mostly eat moss though they do sometimes feast upon the occasional bat.

A large part of their life revolves around the use of pigments and magical salves to conduct their shamanistic rituals. Their most important ritual occurs annually, a major event where their head alchemist will set out and ritualistically repaint the yellow wards which turn the largest predators of the underground away.

Technology:

The Od are rather primitive in most forms of tech but are very knowledgeable in alchemy and minerals. In addition they also have access to some of the rarest stones in the world as they live deep where even scarce veins can be found. Theirs is a tribal hunter/gatherer society.

Capital:

The main capital of the Ods is a vast mushroom forest called "It". This is their word for home, the other settlements of theirs having names that derive from that one name. It is a helter-skelter shanty build from sheets of metal forged using rock-boring worm saliva to melt and shape the ores. Most of their homes range from basic huts to alchemy labs.

Beings:

Aside from the wildlife the most numerous species to occupy the underground is a race of vaguely intelligent slime beings. These slimes are the byproducts of Oao's use of dark mass, the essence leaking and forming ink black blobs. As these continue to grow and multiply however they begin to exhibit qualities of their deity. The greatest of these slimes is Oao's own avatar, Mallogh.

Gods: Redux: a Deity RP

I present to you all the embodiment of darkness itself.

Oao.

Name: Oao (Pronounced "Oh-Ow").

Gender: None.

Appearance:

Oao has many forms for it wears the darkness around it, shaping it as both an extension of it's body and a cover to conceal itself within. It's most familiar darkness shape is that of a tall willowy humanoid, lithe with a faintly hourglass shape to it. It's arms are almost as long as it's body is and possesses a pair of exceedingly long yet thin hands. It's face is a completely blank slate sitting underneath a mass of long wispy tendrils of darkness serving as what could be assumed to be hair. It's legs end in a single trunk that sprawls out at the ankle level with several dark roots that pull it forward as a means of locomotion.

It's true form is that of an emaciated genderless little humanoid, a rather pathetic creature. It's skin is whiter than snow and it's no larger than a human child though it may appear smaller as it tends to remain hunched forward. It's got bony arms with two twig-like fingers and an only slightly thicker thumb. Despite being narrow little bones called finger they are long enough to reach around the entirety of an adult human's head. It's feet are normal sized for a human though they only possess two little claw like toes.

It's face is gaunt and narrow with thin lips and a mouth full of needle fine teeth. Shorter sets of these teeth run all the way down into it's throat, allowing it to chew what it swallows all the way down. It's got shallow cheeks with eyes twice the size of a human's. It's eyes are completely black save two small points of light that seem to serve as it's pupils. Oao has long straight silky jet black hair that appears very well groomed, something to be envied by many with long dark hair were they to discover it.

It speaks with an often trembling voice. It's sound is a soft, light pitch which sounds closer to a feminine sound than a masculine sound.

Personality:

Many are frightened of the dark. What many do not realize is that the dark is probably more afraid of them.

Chiefest of Oao's feelings is the sense of dread that hangs over it every second of every hour of every night and day. It hides in the darkness that it is to conceal itself, hiding away it's true form so that none may look upon it. The very idea of eyes scanning it's nude body gives it veritable panic attacks. Were anyone to see it's true form that would send it into the throes of truest terror.

It enjoys peace, silence and solitude most. It detests the presence of others, especially the company of those with eyes but it dislikes none more than those who would bring light with them. Not only does light cut away at the extensions of it's very being but it also presents a risk of piercing it's disguise and revealing it for who it really is. As such Oao tries to act menacing to scare people off but it is simply a facade.

It holds little love for most. The last person it cared for was murdered by the god of war during the civil war. It does hold some sympathy for the meek and the scared however. The darkness can serve as a sanctuary to those who do not want to be seen, who want to be hidden as Oao is. It can be quite nice when it's paranoia isn't acting up but those are rare instances.

Where once it lived in relative calm while the King of the Gods was still alive now that he's dead it is dreading the possibilities of what may come.

Major Domain: Darkness.

Minor Domains: Fear & The Hidden.

Weaknesses:

- It's crippling fear of being seen.
- Light.
- Daytime.
- It's solitude.
- A low self-esteem.
- No subjects in it's direct service.

Your Avatar: Mallogh (Pronounced Mal-Low).

This creature is a mass of ink black slime which assumes a vaguely humanoid shape. This beast fills an entire cavern with it's sheer amount of volume, a cavern large enough to house half an entire human city. It's fluid mass is saturated with the power of darkness, the very power that gives it it's color or perhaps lack of color.

The slime of this creature eats away at all organic matter, reducing it to nothing in a matter of minutes. Due to the dark power within it not only does it eat away at all organic matter trapped inside but in the case of animate beings it also eats away at their minds and souls, consuming all until nothing of the creature remains. Even creatures made of rock are vulnerable to Mallogh if they possess a mind or a soul.

To top it all off Mallogh can split off smaller slimes from it's form to act independently from it.

Stance: Oao wants to avoid conflict but has much reservation in regards to surrendering it's Center of Power.

Loyalty During the Rebellion: Oao sided with the king though ultimately it refrained from fighting and simply hid.

Center of Power:

The Void Pearl - This item is a perfectly spherical gem no larger than a ping-pong ball. It is a color of black so deep it is like staring into the infinite abyss of space itself. Within the pearl true darkness exists.

Relations: (Under Construction)

Powers:

Oao has the ability to shape darkness into matter in all forms and physical states.

It can freely choose both the shape and the material properties of it's dark creations with the only limits being a max cap on volume and available darkness. Oao can only use as much darkness as is available within a five kilometer radius of itself. Even if Oao is in an open space completely void of light it's maximum volume is that of a sphere that is ten kilometers in diameter.

When Oao extracts mass from darkness it's not removing the darkness itself, something that would result in illuminating the space absent of darkness, but rather it extracts it's essence. Extracting the essence of darkness does not change it physically but it removes all other aspects of the darkness. Those who would look upon empty darkness would feel no emotional response that normally come with staring into the darkness. Magically empty darkness is inert and serves no purpose to those who would wish to draw upon it's power. Darkness does not remain empty however. It takes roughly a week for darkness to return to normal.

Despite the physical properties of the darkness it can effect all beings regardless of their state of tangibility. In addition while Oao can submerge in darkness to instantly travel it can only travel to sections of darkness that are connected to the darkness it goes inside. Another feature is that Oao can extend it's senses and voice into the dark masses it creates.

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Regardless of whatever properties Oao grants to the darkness it shapes it all shares the same weakness: Light. The first effect light has on dark mass is that it reduces it's density in proportion to the intensity of the light. A weak light would only subtly weaken a dark object however things like the sun and other powerful sources of light would practically reduce the darkness into a gaseous state. This effect only applies to all darkness in the path of the light so a beam of light might weaken the portion of darkness it is trying to travel through however the rest will remain unaltered. The effect of the change in density is immediate upon recieving light. The results of this effect end just as immediately when the light no longer touches the darkness.

The second effect light has on dark mass is that it will slowly burn away the darkness, causing small slivers of it to flake away into nothingness. It would take approximately a full day to completely disintegrate Oao's dark mass at full volume. Like the first effect this effect only applies to portions of darkness caught in the path of light.

Godly Equipment: None. Oao both is and wears darkness from which it shapes everything it owns.

Demi Gods: None.

Name of your Land: The underground.

Lands: Oao's land is deep beneath the earth. It is a series of massive interconnecting caverns in the midst of a network of tunnels. In these caverns for flora there exist forests of bioluminescent mushrooms and varieties of cave moss. The local fauna mostly consist of bats, worms and other critters that call the depths of the earth home.

People:

Down in the underground amidst the mushroom forests there live the race of humanoid beings which call themselves "Od". They are about three quarters the height of humans and are uniformly skinny due to their limited diet. Their skin lacks any pigmentation since they have never seen the light of day, leaving them as pale as snow. Their hair is as black as jet and they tend to have no facial hair to speak of. They have no noses and their eyes are four times larger than a humans. They have got big round irides which allow them to take in even the smallest amount of light available. They communicate largely through high pitched squeaks. Despite their thin frames they are decently strong and can climb with fair ease, possessing small claws at the ends of their fingers which allow them to grip onto stone better.

Culture:

They definitely know that their people live on a razor's edge. With a mind to mysticism they conduct their lives always with a mind to the knowledge that the caverns are a very unforgiving place. Despite that knowledge they live life as they must, meekly gathering what they need to survive. They live in the glowing mushroom forests in shanties cobbled together from faintly glowing cobalt blue stones. The lights tend to keep most predators which is why they tend to stay in the forests when they can. They mostly eat moss though they do sometimes feast upon the occasional bat.

A large part of their life revolves around the use of pigments and magical salves to conduct their shamanistic rituals. Their most important ritual occurs annually, a major event where their head alchemist will set out and ritualistically repaint the yellow wards which turn the largest predators of the underground away.

Technology:

The Od are rather primitive in most forms of tech but are very knowledgeable in alchemy and minerals. In addition they also have access to some of the rarest stones in the world as they live deep where even scarce veins can be found. Theirs is a tribal hunter/gatherer society.

Capital:

The main capital of the Ods is a vast mushroom forest called "It". This is their word for home, the other settlements of theirs having names that derive from that one name. It is a helter-skelter shanty build from sheets of metal forged using rock-boring worm saliva to melt and shape the ores. Most of their homes range from basic huts to alchemy labs.

Beings:

Aside from the wildlife the most numerous species to occupy the underground is a race of vaguely intelligent slime beings. These slimes are the byproducts of Oao's use of dark mass, the essence leaking and forming ink black blobs. As these continue to grow and multiply however they begin to exhibit qualities of their deity. The greatest of these slimes is Oao's own avatar, Mallogh.

Gods: Redux: a Deity RP

If all is acceptable I shall claim the roll of the Deity of Darkness.