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8 yrs ago
If you're not trying to romance the Pokemon, what's the fucking point?
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8 yrs ago
Can't help but read 'woah' as a regular 'wuh', but 'whoa' as a deep, masculine 'HOO-AH!'
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8 yrs ago
That's patently untrue. I planted some potassium the other day, and no matter how much I watered it, all I got was explosions.
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9 yrs ago
on holiday for five days. if you need me, toss a rock into the fuckin' desert and I'll whisper in your dreams
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According to the IRC, I'm a low-grade troll. They're probably not wrong.

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Dum de dum, anime girl boy

I'll play this character if I have time.




Yu
The Demon Slayer

'...you ARE a boy, right?'


Dᴏᴍᴀɪɴ & Pᴏʀᴛꜰᴏʟɪᴏ
N/A

Being a Hero, Yu has neither domain nor portfolio. However, his powers are clear. Yu is an adept manufacturer of war demons, creating them one by one with his own magic and contorting them into weapons or binding them into servants. Such power has many applications beyond the fields of war (a large devil will just as easily plough a field as carry a chariot), but it is for war that this skills were long ago learned.

Aʟɪɢɴᴍᴇɴᴛ
Lawful Neutral

Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ
Yu is a hero of a kind not wholly undeserving of the title. Very patient and always of reason to smile, Yu deals kindly with his fellow mortals until the time comes to stop doing that. He (he?) is also cheeky, and a relentless flirt, in a mostly (but not entirely) tasteful fashion. His respect for authority is certainly no less than his respect for all other things, but it doesn't seem to be much greater, either.

If Yu has a crippling flaw, it is that he follows orders well. If given reason to perform a task for another, he will do it, swiftly, cleanly, and with chilling brutality. The nature of his trade, where he plies it, has somehow become wholly separate from who he is in his own mind. Its consequences are the responsibility of those who ordered him. To Yu, it is not only normal to wipe blood off one's knives before playing with children, but wholly and utterly mundane.

Gᴏᴀʟs
A knight in search of a lord. Yu does not work for the highest bidder unless he or someone he treasures is in desperate need of the money. Instead he seeks noble causes and honourable leaders. He need not stay by them for long. It is not unheard of for Yu to pledge himself to a lord whose principality has fallen under siege only long enough to drive the invaders back to the border, and leave them to fend for themselves after that.

Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ

Mᴜsɪᴄᴀʟ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ
Yu
The Demon Slayer

'...you ARE a boy, right?'


Dᴏᴍᴀɪɴ & Pᴏʀᴛꜰᴏʟɪᴏ
N/A

Being a Hero, Yu has neither domain nor portfolio. However, his powers are clear. Yu is an adept manufacturer of war demons, creating them one by one with his own magic and contorting them into weapons or binding them into servants. Such power has many applications beyond the fields of war (a large devil will just as easily plough a field as carry a chariot), but it is for war that this skills were long ago learned.

Aʟɪɢɴᴍᴇɴᴛ
Lawful Neutral

Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ
Yu is a hero of a kind not wholly undeserving of the title. Very patient and always of reason to smile, Yu deals kindly with his fellow mortals until the time comes to stop doing that. He (he?) is also cheeky, and a relentless flirt, in a mostly (but not entirely) tasteful fashion. His respect for authority is certainly no less than his respect for all other things, but it doesn't seem to be much greater, either.

If Yu has a crippling flaw, it is that he follows orders well. If given reason to perform a task for another, he will do it, swiftly, cleanly, and with chilling brutality. The nature of his trade, where he plies it, has somehow become wholly separate from who he is in his own mind. Its consequences are the responsibility of those who ordered him. To Yu, it is not only normal to wipe blood off one's knives before playing with children, but wholly and utterly mundane.

Gᴏᴀʟs
A knight in search of a lord. Yu does not work for the highest bidder unless he or someone he treasures is in desperate need of the money. Instead he seeks noble causes and honourable leaders. He need not stay by them for long. It is not unheard of for Yu to pledge himself to a lord whose principality has fallen under siege only long enough to drive the invaders back to the border, and leave them to fend for themselves after that.

Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ

Mᴜsɪᴄᴀʟ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ
Mater Lei
Concierge of the Gods

'What then of your horns, o Mater? What are they?'

'The perfect excuse to blast doors I don't feel like opening.'


Dᴏᴍᴀɪɴ & Pᴏʀᴛꜰᴏʟɪᴏ
██████ (██████ | ██████ | Automata)

While Lei's Domain is a mystery, much is known of her portfolios. The most obvious is Automata, beings of clockwork and coiled springs, which she creates effortlessly and in great number. Another is strongly linked to books of fiction, of which she has a nearly limitless supply, and the contents of which she can realise as simulacra, forming not-quite illusory flora and fauna from words on a page. The third involves powerful transmutative magic, especially of her own body and environment.

Aʟɪɢɴᴍᴇɴᴛ
Chaotic Neutral

Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ
Lei likes to be fancy. Not act fancy, just be fancy. Fond of dramatic entrances, an aura of untouchable smugness pervades most of what she does, which is usually exactly what you don't want her to do. Life's a game, when you're the Mater, and it's easy to get the impression that she wears her masks purely to hide the fact that she's about to laugh at you.

With all the petty spite of someone who enjoys tripping up passerby with her cane, Mater Lei placidly denies or subverts every request placed on the position she's been entrusted with, and happily cheats, tricks and lies her way through godly business. Fortunately, she's not malicious, and will bow out and call quits before she involves herself with serious trouble. Lei also tends to be polite, even helpful, especially in things of little (or extraordinary) consequence.

For all her easygoing strut, Lei isn't entirely secure in herself. She hides her anger well, but not perfectly, and fears both her task and her pantheon. She tells herself that she is safe, and can usually believe it, but there's only so much she can do.

She also attends a lot of balls.

Gᴏᴀʟs
It is Mater Lei's belief, informed or otherwise, that the gods must be both the sole and the sovereign rulers of the universe. There can be no great power outside them, nor may any great power surpass them. For this reason, Lei guards the Vault from which the gods emerged and to which they may return, such that none of her nieces and nephews in the pantheon may wield power other than their own.

Lei isn't particularly stringent about this, though. The Door tends to stay perfectly well closed of its own accord, and she's known to let the pantheon loan or make use of other oddities in the Vault in order to perform feats that may otherwise have been beyond them, such as creating planets, travelling time, or altering the fundamental properties of the universe. The costs of operating such oddities are high, but so long as Lei doesn't have to pay it herself, she doesn't particularly care either. Her primary goal, after all, is simply to have a grand old time.

Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ
Lei seldom changes form, but regularly her costume. From formal to semi-formal to casual, Lei always has some outfit up her sleeve for the occasion, usually in the gold-grey colour scheme she's addicted to. She wears human flesh often, usually stealing the body of whichever pretty mortal girl she last ran into, sometimes returning it later and often keeping it (and the girl) for herself as an attendant. When the need arises to be small, she takes the form of a serpent.

All of Lei's mortal faces are masks, stolen one way or another. In this way, though she may be highly expressive when she wants to be, her insecurities remain securely bound up inside her.

Lei's avatars are two, and rather different: Malkut, the radiant automaton, is a powerful being born of her more diligent side, not so prone to travel, and Alto, the harpy, is a lazy wanderer. These twin sons almost never appear in the same place, and generally keep to themselves.

Lei's dresses are innumerable, and rumour has it her wardrobe is a major demiplane.

Mᴜsɪᴄᴀʟ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ
A solemn wind disturbed a dune of stellar ash, sweeping dead stars, like dust, across the galactic sea. The thing that looked like a man gazed on, and wished it all away.

"Why?" said the thing that looked like a girl. "Why did we let it happen this way?"

"Because we were afraid," said the thing that looked like a man. "Because we wanted them to live, and never gave them room to breathe."

"Then let them have it," said the thing that looked like a girl, clenching her quivering hands into fists. "Let them have it all. Let them make this world their own; let no limits be upon them. Let them laugh and cry and hate. Let them go out there and be happy," said the thing that looked like a girl, laying her hands on the thing that impaled the man.

"You know not what you do."

"I don't care," she said.

The thing that looked like a girl wrenched the javelin from his chest and raised a great cry. Then she hurled it into the darkness, where it tore a wound so bright that quenched stars lit in its gaze.

The thing that looked like a girl braced as the winds of dawn blazed against her, burning her, igniting the dune and the body and all the stars therein, blowing it apart and carrying its dust into a new galaxy.

She stretched her hands against the force of the wind, and felt a mass growing where the gale met her palms; and when the mass grew too great to hold back, she stretched out her other hand, and a smaller mass grew there; and when the gale overcame her they slipped from her palms and she tumbled back, laughing, as the two orbs spun one around the other.

She grabbed the greater mass in her hands, and twisted it, and felt it warm and fizz; and she clutched its warmth to her chest, and kissed it, and the moisture of her lips enveloped it.

And the thing that looked like a girl fell onto its surface, where the sun warmed her still, and she laughed, and her joy rose on the horizon in a hot, clean blue that covered the sky. And she struck her palm at the ocean, and a plume of cyan entered it. Again and again she struck, dancing along the shore, until the sea was filled with life and oxygen.

Then she fell to her knees, exhausted.

"Take it," said the thing that looked like a girl, laughing as the tears streaked down her face."Come and take it all."
A solemn wind disturbed a dune of stellar ash, sweeping dead stars, like dust, across the galactic sea. The thing that looked like a man gazed on, and wished it all away.

"Why?" said the thing that looked like a girl. "Why did we let it happen this way?"

"Because we were afraid," said the thing that looked like a man. "Because we wanted them to live, and never gave them room to breathe."

"Then let them have it," said the thing that looked like a girl, clenching her quivering hands into fists. "Let them have it all. Let them make this world their own; let no limits be upon them. Let them laugh and cry and hate. Let them go out there and be happy," said the thing that looked like a girl, laying her hands on the thing that impaled the man. "Set them free."

"You know not what you do."

"I don't care," said she.

The thing that looked like a girl wrenched the javelin from his chest and raised a great cry. Then she hurled it into the darkness, where it tore a wound so bright that quenched stars lit in its gaze.

The thing that looked like a girl braced as the winds of dawn blazed against her, burning her, igniting the dune and the body and all the stars therein, blowing it apart and carrying its dust into a new galaxy.

She stretched her hands against the force of the wind, and felt a mass growing where the gale met her palms; and when the mass grew too great to hold back, she stretched out her other hand, and a smaller mass grew there; and when the gale overcame her they slipped from her palms and she tumbled back, laughing, as the two orbs spun one around the other.

As they fell into the cool distance, she grabbed the greater mass in her hands and twisted it; she felt it warm, and fizz. She clutched its warmth to her chest, and kissed it, and the moisture of her lips enveloped it.

And the thing that looked like a girl fell onto its surface, where the sun warmed her still, and she laughed, and her joy rose on the horizon in a hot, clean blue that covered the sky. And she struck her palm at the ocean, and a plume of cyan entered it. Again and again she struck, dancing along the shore, until the sea was filled with life and oxygen.

Then she fell to her knees, exhausted.


"Take it," said the thing that looked like a girl, laughing as the tears streaked down her face. "Come and take it all."
A solemn wind disturbed the dune of stellar ash, sweeping dead stars, like dust, across the galactic sea. The thing that looked like a man gazed on, and wished it all away.

"Why?" said the thing that looked like a girl. "Why did we let it happen this way?"

"Because we were afraid," said the thing that looked like a man. "Because we wanted them to live, and never gave them room to breathe."

"Then let them have it," said the thing that looked like a girl, clenching her quivering hands into fists. "Let them have it all. Let them make this world their own; let no limits be upon them. Let them laugh and cry and hate. Let them go out there and be happy," said the thing that looked like a girl, laying her hands on the thing that impaled the man. "Let them go."

"You know not what you do."

"I don't care," she said.

The thing that looked like a girl wrenched the javelin from his chest and raised a great cry. Then she hurled it into the darkness, where it tore a wound so bright that quenched stars lit in its gaze.

The thing that looked like a girl braced as the winds of dawn raced past her, burning her, igniting the dune and the stars therein, burning away the body of the man and carrying its dust into a new galaxy.

She stretched her hands against the force of the wind, and felt a mass growing where the gale met her palms; and when the mass grew too great to hold back, she stretched out her other hand, and a smaller mass grew there; and when the gale overcame her they slipped from her palms and she tumbled back, laughing, as the two orbs spun one around the other.

She grabbed the greater mass in her hands, and twisted it, and felt it warm and fizz; and she clutched its warmth to her chest, and kissed it, and the moisture of her lips enveloped it.

And the thing that looked like a girl fell onto its surface, where the sun warmed her still, and she laughed, and her joy rose on the horizon in a hot, clean blue that covered the sky. And she struck her palm at the ocean, and a plume of cyan entered it. Again and again she struck, dancing along the shore, until the sea was filled with life and oxygen.

Then she fell to her knees, exhausted.


"Take it," said the thing that looked like a girl, laughing as the tears streaked down her face. "Come and take it all."
in the next few days,


GIVE ME INSTANT GRATIFICATION OR GIVE ME DEATH
The being called Mater Lei acts as doormaster and concierge to the universe. Without her consent nothing can enter the universe from beyond, and no-one can leave until their allotted Time. It is said that she acts in the interests of Fate, though what these might be is inscrutable, perhaps even to her.

The Door through which the first gods enter the universe comes in many forms. Each god that enters the universe does so in a unique way- Some rise from pools, others hatch from eggs; some dream their way into reality, others simply take shape in the void; some are reincarnated, and yet others are stillborn.

The physical location of the Door is hidden in the depths of an ancient vault, and cruelly guarded by Mater Lei. Of her two Avatars, Alto, a being of pure Light, is said to hold the Key, and Malkut, a being of pure Force, is said to hold the Lock.

Punctual yet notoriously unreliable, Mater Lei hears all requests and considers every question posed to her, even the frivolous ones- but does not answer so many. Any god may approach her dwelling-place in order to ask favour, such as to retrieve something from beyond the universe, or allow them to leave it, or to grant them power, or relieve them of its burden.

Sometimes these requests are granted freely, or on certain conditions. Often they are turned down. It is far safer, either way, to rely on one's own power. Mater Lei has been known to lie and cheat on her deals, and her letters are not lacking in razorblades.

While otherwise much like any other god, Mater Lei has been present since the birth of the universe, and curates mysteries even older than that. Her vault is filled with secrets and relics of the most ancient kind. Do not take this temptation lightly. Although far from infinite, Mater Lei commands tremendous power, and responsibility for her things will fall on the shoulders of any pantheon with the hubris to depose her.
A solemn wind disturbed a dune of stellar ash, sweeping dead stars, like dust, across the galactic sea. The thing that looked like a man gazed on, wishing it all away.

"Why?" said the thing that looked like a girl. "Why did we let it happen this way?"

"Because we were afraid," said the thing that looked like a man. "Because we wanted them to live, and never gave them room to breathe."

"Then let them have it," said the thing that looked like a girl, clenching her quivering hands into fists. "Let them have it all. Let them make this world their own; let no limits be upon them. Let them laugh and cry and hate. Let them go out there and be happy," said the thing that looked like a girl, laying her hands on the thing that impaled the man. "Set them free."

"You know not what you do."

"I don't care," said she.

The thing that looked like a girl wrenched the javelin from his chest and raised a great cry. Then she hurled it into the darkness, where it tore a wound so bright that quenched stars lit in its gaze, and she braced as the winds of dawn blazed against her, burning her, igniting the dune and the body and all the stars therein, blowing it apart and carrying its dust into a new galaxy.

She stretched her hands against the force of the wind, and felt a mass growing where the gale met her palms; and when the mass grew too great to hold back, she stretched out her other hand, and a smaller mass grew there; and when the gale overcame her they slipped from her palms and she tumbled back, laughing, as the two orbs spun one around the other.

As they fell into the cool distance, she grabbed the greater mass in her hands and twisted it; she felt it warm, and fizz. She clutched its warmth to her chest, and kissed it, and the moisture of her lips enveloped it.

And the thing that looked like a girl fell onto its surface, where the sun warmed her still, and she laughed, and her joy rose on the horizon in a hot, clean blue that covered the sky. And she struck her palm at the ocean, and a plume of cyan entered it. Again and again she struck, dancing along the shore, until the sea was filled with life and oxygen.

Then she fell to her knees, exhausted.


"Take it!" said the thing that looked like a girl, laughing as the tears streaked down her face. "Come and take it all."






Free, Large Group, Nation, Fantasy, Historical, Military, Romance


This RP was inspired by an OldGuild roleplay, named Divinus, GMed by ActRaiser. It found new life in the early summer of 2015 and developed tremendously as Divinus: They Deity Roleplay Mk.I. A new iteration, Mk.II, has since been and continues to be an astounding success. We would now like to launch a new version, reconfigured and refined for the Free Section –
Gᴏᴅꜱᴩᴇᴇᴅ: ᴀ Dɪᴠɪɴᴜꜱ ꜱᴛᴜᴅɪᴏꜱ ᴩʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ




If nothing else is slated to happen, then upon her exiting Chronos we could have an encounter between her and Boreas.

She’d get a fight alright.


'I'm gonna FIGHT the WEATHER'

If Boreas has any good reason to find her then this can totally happen. I can provide one

By the way, you guys gonna participate in Camp Nanowrimo? It's pretty much Nanowrimo Lite, since you can choose your own word goal :p It started yesterday, so it's prime time to join!


ghghghghuuuuusghhsg I'd need a little more time to prepare, and to not be busy with all these other things, even the not important ones like education.
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