A Lowly Wretch

Tabula Rasa || Ancient Gods

I present Oao, born from the void that she misses dearly.

Oao

Deity Name: Oao (Pronounced "O-Ow").

Domain: The Darkness.

Appearance:

Oao's Guise

To start, no darkness shaped by her has eyes. She simply sees through their essence.

Oao has many forms for she wears the darkness around her, shaping it as both an extension of her body and a cover to conceal herself within. Her most familiar shape of darkness is that of a tall willowy humanoid, lithe with a subtle feminine 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 featureless mask 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.

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

Her 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 her throat, allowing her to chew what she swallows all the way down. She has got shallow cheeks with eyes twice the size of a human's. Completely filling her eyes is a deep darkness, an abyss so black staring deeply into them can leave one's grip on sanity loosened. As though swimming in the shores of the fathomless darkness which appear to stretch on for eternity are two vanishingly small points of white light. There is only one for each eye, two minuscule stars set to float atop an infinite void confined within the space of her rather large eyes. 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 she had it.

Her voice is a soft, light pitch like that of a wispy young girl. Whenever she speaks it's always with a tremble to her voice, becoming shakier the more afraid she is.

Realm: The Caverns of North Crown.

North Crown, the human name given to the mountain range that encircles the northern pole of the world like a massive crown. Deep throughout this range is a truly massive series of caverns which form a truly labyrinthine maze beneath the mountains that she calls home. She has no subjects nor really anything to call her own. The tunnels she has dug are bare and frigid due to their proximity to the frozen lands and seas that lay within the crown. She has driven away all fauna from her territory save the creatures naturally born without eyes. Hence, only worms and moles reside within the mountains though these beasts can sometimes grow to be fairly large when left unchecked. Rockborer worms in particular tend to range on the rather gigantic size of things, growing to about the same mass as whales and possessing massive hardened beaks designed to bore through solid rock, hence the name.

Much of these caverns have been plastered with congealed darkness that is imbued with the power to turn aside the gaze of all beings, even the gods. Not even magic can pierce the darkness she's painted her realm in, forming a great curtain over her home that she uses to hide herself in. Of course like all things created from darkness it is susceptible to light, the essence of illumination antithetical to that of darkness. Her darkness is strong however so woe be onto the unwary who traipse into her realm thinking a mere torch will thwart the likes of her darkness.

Personality:

Many are afraid of the dark. What most don't know is that the dark is more afraid of them.

She is perhaps the oldest of the non-primordial deities, having existed for as long as darkness itself has for she and it are one and the same. In the beginning life was quiet, comfortable, peaceful. It wasn't until Time's eye had cast it's awful light upon everything that her life had it's sudden dramatic and somewhat literal downward spiral. Resting comfortably in the darkness between stars her domain was violated by this awful illumination. Her cocoon was being eaten away the the sun's rays! In desperation she formed the darkness into a massive hardened spiral and launched herself into the earth, twisting and winding her shell about to burrow down as far as she could like some massive black worm.

Thus is the reason she resides in the darkest corners of the earth. Down in the darkest caverns and the deepest canyons, any and all spaces that sunlight has never touched, that is what she calls home. She hides herself from the eyes of all beings, even the other gods, for just like how the sun threatened her very being to it's very essence she extends that fear to all other beings with eyes. Eyes are tools of the light, dependent on it to violate the very purpose of the dark: To conceal all from the light.

She is miserable. She doesn't understand why everything is obsessed with banishing her. From the light of the sun to the fires the little humans carry there is nary a single being she's aware of that doesn't wish to violate the very nature of her essence by trying to pull away her precious domain. To her these beings are essentially seeking to strip her naked so that all may gawk upon and abuse the feeble little creature that she is. She is painfully aware of how fragile a goddess she is, a tiny delicate little being trapped in a massive stone ball run by massive beings of tremendous power, all vying to steal away her hiding spaces to claim as their own territory thus forcing her into an ever smaller corner to hide in.

Even if she were the most powerful and beautiful being alive however that would not change the fact that it is in her very nature to be afraid of being seen. The terror that something might be trying to catch a glimpse of her fills her heart and consumes her mind at all times, frequently leading to full blown panic attacks. She weeps, she shivers, she sits huddled in the dark caverns far away from all living creatures. She is lonely as she is incapable of trusting anything to not betray her. Even when creatures cannot even see her if they are even nearby her mind will trick her into feeling the sensations of their eyes grazing across her cold taut flesh. Her paranoia is massive and overall she is an emotionally unstable trainwreck of a genderless aberration filled with a growing sense of her impending doom as the gods vie to steal all that is hers away until she is inevitably left at the mercy of her greatest foe: The Sun.

Needless to say given how much grief it has caused her she holds a seething enmity towards all light, the sun chiefest of them all. She would love nothing better than to snuff out the sun and plunge the world into eternal darkness but she is too shy and cowardly to ever act out so brazenly. Until something changes she maintains focus on preserving her hold over the chthonic territories, driving out intruding deities however possible so that she may remain safely hidden from all.

Other:

- She took her name from the sound she heard coming from the void.

Roleplay about being trapped inside a roleplay: Adventures from the Place Holder

Got my CS up. Hopefully it's alright. I went for something a little on the stranger side which I hope might make for some unique scenarios.

Cynthia/Anima.

True Name: Cynthia Saline.

True age: 21.

True gender: Female.

True appearance:

She stands at roughly five feet four inches tall and weighs one hundred and thirty three pounds. She has perfectly straight jet black hair in a sideswept bob cut and a light olive toned skin. Her body frame is faintly ectomorphic, not very angular despite being fairly flat. Amidst her variety of casualwear she can be seen wearing a white button up shirt and dark shaded jeans. Lastly she has deep dark brown eyes which look pitch black in less than optimal lighting.

True personality:

She is something of a thinker, one who dwells deeply upon matters and always takes time to consider things instead of rushing to any conclusions. She likes to take matters at her own pace, even if that pace can sometimes be a fair bit slower than everyone elses. Given her predilection towards thought she is a fairly insular individual who largely keeps to herself. Anything that would even remotely resemble friends for her all exist online as she dwells a fair bit on the net in her free time between her studies.

She can be fairly fastidious, always maintaining a fairly tidy environment around herself when she can. She is a creature of routine, given to adhering to the same motions for any given task. It helps her save more time to think about matters of higher learning, leaving mundane matters off her mind amidst her daily rituals. As such she can be somewhat slower to adapt in circumstances of sudden change or in instances where quick thinking is needed. Her fields of fascination lie in matters many would find strange. Insects, bacteria and most other things other people would find repulsive are things she holds a certain interest in, even if she would never in her life go near them. It is something of a morbid fascination with matters that while interesting are things that she would find hard to even approach let alone interact with.

Reason for having attended the game: With her last gm having recently died in a fatal car crash the campaign he was hosting dissolved and she was left without a group. With this unfortunate change she decided to take her mother's advice and pick a more social medium of roleplaying. Answering the online ad she was thrust into these unfortunate circumstances before long.

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Character´s name: Anima.

Character´s age: 2.

Character´s gender: Asexual.

Character´s appearance:

Anima's Appearance.

This roughly one hundred pound blob of living goo appears to maintain the rough approximation of a humanoid form. It chooses to appear like a human but it's clear that it is a matter of preference since it can resume it's regular form whenever it wishes. It's body is a translucent green color not dissimilar to lime jello in color, texture and yield. No matter it's form it always has a set of eyes though these eyes are not separate organs themselves but are instead light sensitive spots on it's body. The eyes appear to work similarly to human eyes in that they can look around and also possess expressive eyelids but it is all mimicry.

Surprisingly it can talk and is able to speak quite well however it's voice can be likened to something akin to the combined sounds of a mouse's squeak and two balloons rubbing against each other. It's voice is, needless to say, very high pitched and rubbery sounding.

Character´s background and lore:

Anima's Past.

Slimes, very few know exactly what they are let alone where they came from. Scholars hypothesize that they might be one of the lowest forms of life, a type of magically enlarged amoeba. Few believe that they might of been the very first iteration of life in the multiverse, the model off which every other life form is derived from. Regardless of what beliefs of slimes might arise, they are an infrequent but very numerous genus. Their most notable feature is the sheer variety of adaptions the slimes have developed, adopting abilities to fit almost any environment. Due to the rate at which they divide they tend to have high populations no matter where they live.

As for Anima, well, she is a slime as well. She was always a little different from any other slime. A simple green slime that lived in the woods, absorbing organic material for energy, not even a thought to her existence but she had a secret. She was capable of understanding that when she hid in colors that were similar to her own, predators would pass her by without notice. It was perhaps the closest to sentience most slimes ever possessed. Then came the great wizard Albert Morpheous. He was a wizard, a practitioner of magic like many others but he was quite different from the rest. After graduating from apprentice-hood and becoming a full magus he soon discovered a slime upon one of his outdoor strolls. Such a strange creature, so many questions not yet answered about this enigmatic blob. Of course, the blob in question wasn't Anima, but it was the first of many to be taken into Morpheous's tower.

Inside his laboratory he studied slimes, researching every single aspect of slimes. For forty long years he subjected the gelatinous creatures to every test conceivable. Many tests yielded negative results but quite a few produced some interesting results. He created slimes which were previously unheard of, subjecting ordinary slimes to various energies and forces until they adapted to it. The capabilities of the slimes were so numerous it was mind boggling. All of these tests however never yielded a slime with anything resembling intelligence. He performed so many tests, using so many different techniques but nothing resembling enhanced mental activity came of it. His latest attempt however was what would bring the Anima we all know into this world.

The magus Morpheus placed Anima within one his his patented energy conduction tubes, a large tube of specialized liquids connected to conduits forged with a magically conductive metal known as Arcanium. Attached in the center of this setup was an open nodule. After placing Anima in captivity within the tank he inserted an "Idea Shard" into the nodule, an extremely rare shard of thoughts made material. Over the span of months Anima was left to absorb these energies until eventually she developed more and more thoughts of her own, evolving into one of the very first thinking slimes.

Much time passed and after growing curious of the world beyond she escaped her tube only to find the wizard was nowhere to be found. The downstairs levels were a complete mess, totally overrun with slimes with books and alchemical equipment strewn about all over. Not wanting to get absorbed by a slime with a poor disposition she fled the tower and made her way out into the woods. Such is where this strange tale begins.

Character´s abilities:

- Splitting: A classic ability of slimes. When enough damage of certain varieties is dealt to her she will split into two smaller versions of herself, each one inheriting half of her remaining Life. Each version of herself can split once they receive up to half of their new maximum Life total. Once a version of herself possesses a Life total that is lower than a certain minimum percentage of her original maximum Life total she can no longer split upon receiving over half of her Life in damage.

In addition to inheriting half of her maximum Life total upon splitting both halves will also inherit half of all her knowledge as her mind is split evenly between the two slimes. They both will be able to function independently of one another but their memories will be scattered evenly between them. Lastly they can at any point recombine to form a single being, pooling both their memories and total Life pools together for combined effectiveness.

- Growth: Like any living creature she naturally grows by eating nutrient rich food. Unlike most living creatures there is no cap on how large she may grow. The larger she grows however the greater her food requirements become, providing an environmental limiter to her growth as well as an incentive to consider pragmatism in her given situation.

- Acid Damage: Physical contact with her slime residue causes acidic damage. This damage grows more potent in proportion to her overall mass.

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- Drawbacks: A severe travel speed reduction as a result of having no legs and also the problems that come with being boneless.

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The DM was terrible at his job and let everyone toss their own ideas into this mess. What poorly thought out ideas did you contribute?: She contributed the metal Arcanium, Idea Shards and most notably the race of slimes, those creatures almost every adventurer fights at one point or another in their career. Slimes, as described above, come in a plethora of varieties as they adapt to suit their environments so the possibilities as to what types of slimes exist are almost endless.

Tabula Rasa || Ancient Gods

@Polybius - Gotcha. It'll be more something that comes after the rp's start. I should have the CS up soon, I have more of the night to myself than the day anyhow.

Tabula Rasa || Ancient Gods

Time to get started on my CS. Given the set up I think I will make Oao, Goddess of Darkness and Primordial Fear.

The Gray Garden: A Crow's Revenge

Sorry if my response was a tad slow. Aside from a busy week it was largely just coming up with what to say that had enough volume to fill a post without kicking the scene any further given the upcoming time-skip.

The Gray Garden: A Crow's Revenge

Daisy

Listening along to the lady's recountance of the world's past. It was good to get a grasp of the world's standing so she wouldn't be left in the dark when it came to such matters. She listened on until she introduced themselves and inquired as to her own name. She took a moment, looking distant as she dwelt upon her answer carefully.

"My name is Daisy." A simple answer, a brief one. Though her face wore little evidence of such concern she was not one to trust others with ease. Experience had taught her more than a few unfortunate lessons which had done far more harm than help for her. She looked out to the rest of the festival. Given the duration of her stay time moved along ever the same as always.

"The evening hours approach. We may wish to enjoy the festivities for now... While they last."

Perhaps a tad bit more ominous sounding than what she was going for unfortunately. She never did fit into conversations naturally.

Roleplay about being trapped inside a roleplay: Adventures from the Place Holder

I'm just gonna lean in and vouch my interest while I get a CS underway. I'm thinking of writing up a character who wrote up a character a bit more on the slimy side of nature. That is to say it's a slime, the most basic encounter in any RPG.

T a b u l a R a s a || A Game of Gods & Creation

Good pantheon roleplays are a particular interest of mine. I shall be looking into this roleplay but before I commit to any ideas of mine I must ask: What are the new god's histories with the primordials? Were they strictly born or made? Did the primordials raise them or simply loose them into this new realm to shape as their own?

In any case I have some concepts for deities in mind depending on how their history shapes up to be. My main two for the world's origin's would be either a deity of darkness or a deity of dreams. Also, since the idea of new gods emerging from the world was mentioned I may have an idea for one that'd appear likely down the road.

Razelia: The Kingdom Of Magic (FINISHED)

Got my post up. We get to see Thessir's love of wildlife in action.

Razelia: The Kingdom Of Magic (FINISHED)

Thessir

Yesterday's encounter went well enough. It wasn't ideal but it was as clean a disposal of a raving loon as they were going to get. As for him it ate up time he could of been shopping in. As it was he managed to get only some of the ingredients he wanted before the shops all closed for the evening. Luckily for him a fair number of stores of a less legal variety open up when all else closes. As a creature of the night these were always the most opportune hours for acquiring the crueler ingredients for his alchemy. He was going to have a long day tomorrow so he wanted to have something more in his back pocket for what was to come.

The next day...

Hoo boy, he sure was peeved. Not only was it the same arena again but this time he was up against not one but TWO opponents... And one of them was a bloody tiger! If there was one thing he liked less than being stuck in a room with no exits and multiple light sources while being outnumbered it was animals. They didn't like him and he liked them even less. Given his history with bats it was no surprise he cared so little for large furry monsters with sharp fangs and claws to tear at him with.

"Oh joy! Now I can be slashed AND bitten at the same time!" He gave a false cheer with a forced smile, his voice dripping with sarcasm though it was hard to tell with the accent. He looked back over his shoulder to the announcer, a frown plastered well across his grim colorless mug.

"You suck." He dryly remarked. This was not going to be a fun day for Thessir, perhaps even less so than the last bout. He stuck his hands in his pockets and turned back to his two opponents. He was now slouching, his hat casting a dark shadow over the upper half of his face. Taking in a long breath he let the air escape in a drawn out sigh.

"Nevir mattir. Let's make this quick." He spoke with a grumble. As he spoke he drew his hands from his pockets. Opening a slight gap in his coat with one hand he reached inside as though he were going to withdraw something from it. He would be pulling nothing from his coat however. Instead, from the shadow cast by Kazudain's leg, his hand silently rose up with a dagger slickened with an ink-black poison clutched tightly in his grip. With a quick drawing cut he attempted to slice through both his boot and the Achilles tendon in the leg opposite from the tiger. This would cripple the man's mobility and deliver the poison into his blood stream in one fell swoop, making the remainder of this fight all the easier. After delivering the cut, however that may have resulted, he withdrew his dagger from the shadows and from the coat in one motion. The dagger may have been dripping with blood. Or it might not have.

Given how the officials decided it would be such a super idea to let someone bring an additional fighter into the ring, not a small one either, he figured the only way to go with this was to play dirty and even the playing field himself. The poison he was using was a fairly deadly paralytic, the extract from a snow white tree flower's pollen which happened to hold a numbing effect on exposed tissue. While ordinarily problematic if fairly benign when exposed to bare skin when introduced to interior systems this paralytic effect can cause great issue as it will shut down organs for a fair duration. This was something discovered when folks of the region it's found in discovered to their misfortune that breathing this pollen lead to numbness of the lungs, claiming lives even before it was weaponized by the less morally upstanding folks of this land. Being introduced to the blood stream would lead to a a numbness traveling up the veins in his leg, making it's way to the heart where it's effects would really shine through in the worst of ways.

But hey, at least he didn't bring a tiger.