Argetlam350

War of the Gods

Name: Alekaiser Trentworth

Age: 30
Gender: Male
Appearance:


Actual God Appearance:


God: Wepwawet

Which Side Your On: Red. Egyptian Patheon
Abilities:
-Guardian Shield: Gives allies protective shield.
-Rain of Arrows: Shoots a volley of arrows upon enemies.
-Warrior Sense: Becomes a force to reckon with on the field of battle

Personality: Alekaiser was once a trouble maker, a person who had no plans for the future and lived life on the edge day by day. When he was possessed by Wepwawet that changed, he became serious and stopped his troublmaking ways while becoming more attuned to listen to the problems of others and give advice on what to do. He is constantly vigilant for the enemy, waiting for the time for fight yet still has some hope that perhaps things can be solved peacefully. After his time has guardian of the dead he does not wish to send more down the Du'at to the Land of Two Fields, but if he must to protect his pantheon then he shall pick of the mace and bow once more.

Bio: Wepwawet was an Egyptian War Deity, who later became a guide for the souls who past he brother's judgement and would go down the Du'at to the Land of Two Fields where Osiris ruled. He was also a messenger for Osiris. His head is often confused to being like his brother, a jackal when in reality is of an Egyptian Wolf which the species itself was mistaken to be related to the jackals for a long period of time. In the ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics his separation to his brother can be viewed from the color of his head, which is white or gray unlike the usual black color of Anubis. Along with the fact he carries a mace and bow.

His time of being a war deity and a guide for the dead has left him being a level headed god. He understand the tough choices in war yet also wishes to preserve life if he can so his strategies involve cunning with minimum lost of life to his forces when it comes to times of war. Despite being part of the Reds he has respect for the Chinese Pantheon of deities.

Extra: Weypwanet is brother to Anubis.
His mace (only seen in god form):

Kingdom Hearts: Shattered Planes (Working Title)

Well while we wait I need to work on the keyblade I have in mind anyways.

War of the Gods RP

Well you have caught my interest. Since Anubis seems to be taken, I'll call dibs on Wepwawet for Egyptian Patheon. As for a second character I have yet to decide.

Ok then. I would like to be the hindu god Ganesh and the Egyptian Anubis. I believe non of them have been taken yet.

@WhySoSerious

Since you have Anubis an idea has come up. In some Egyptian tales, Wepwawet and Anubis were depicted as siblings due to the similar head though one is jackal and one is wolf. It could provide some interesting moments to the RP if we could do the same. Your choice.

Kingdom Hearts: Shattered Planes (Working Title)

I'm interested

Ink On Your Soul

@TalijaKey

Tholo awoke to the sound of his phone going off far earlier then it should. He opened one eye and reached over to a nearby drawer next to his bed where his phone lay atop of. When the screen first lit up, it blinded him briefly before his eyes adjusted to the sudden light and looked at what awoke him with a slight groan of annoyance. It was far to early to get texts in his opinion and cursed himself for not setting the dumb device to silent. His phone buzzed again once more from the same person, now trying to show sympathy for unknowningly waking him up. He sighed and got up, knowing full well that saying no was out of the question by now and that the one who texted him would be here eventually. He might as well try to wake up to some form that was more presentable rather then remain as he was. He got out of bed grabbing a pair of new jeans and a red shirt before making his way down the dark hall, heading down to the kitchen to brew coffee at least to help kick start him. He then waited for the eventual knock that would come to his door.

Being the type of person he was, it was hard to imagine that Tholo could have friends but he did, why they remained to be friends at times he couldn't particularly say himself but despite his rather aggressive attitude, he did at least appreciate their company, he just wished they would have a better idea of time rather then coming around at odd hours.

The knock came briefly before seven and Tholo got up, black coffee in hand as he went to open the door, his head throbbing at the unusually vigor knocks for how early it was. He opened the door to allow the person in.

"Care to share why you had to so suddenly come over so early today, Danilo?" he asked as he returned back to the dining area where he sat down to continue sipping at his coffee.

Ink On Your Soul

I'll be getting a post up tonight.

Warframe: The Prowler Uprising

So this RP still happening?

Ink On Your Soul

Well I did left the cafe so my character is pretty lose and free expect it still doesnt have to interact with anyone.

So... I was thinking, @Argetlam350@Silent Observer would you like one of your character or both to know Danilo as a friend? Seeing both of your character are done with that cute scene and being super adorable, and starting a knew day.

It may be interesting if you two want it, that is?

@TalijaKey

Sure since Trixy might not know him, Tholo could be friends with him, he might be a grumpy sap but doesn't mean he can't make friends. XD

Ink On Your Soul

Well posted another post while everyone is waiting though if the guy doesn't comment soon I think everyone is going to need to decide on what should happen without him.

Ink On Your Soul

Tholo found his way home in the suburbs on the outskirts of the city. His home was a two story house, with a basement, upon entering there was a living room off to the right with a pair of stairs ascending and descending on the right. Past the living room was a dining area that was rarely used yet was also meticulously clean with a kitchen off to the right. An office was down the hall on the left of the dining area where many hours were spent either trying to write a new book under an alias name to keep himself under the radar of fans or working on metal work designs with one of his prize creations inside the office. Despite his hatred for silver and its effectiveness to kill him and others like him, his best creation was a pair of intricate detailed knives made from silver. They had made him sick while working on them but they were his greatest creations for metal work, to show that despite his hatred for it he could still bend it to his will.

He removed his coat and placed it in a closet that was under the stairs that went up and headed for the kitchen grabbing a steak and heating it only slightly in a microwave before eating it, still mostly raw, in the kitchen. He placed the plate in the dishwasher once finished and made his way downstairs removing his shirt and throwing it into a laundry pile near a pair of washer and dryer. the basement consisted of a workout area and another room which was his den. As he began to do his workout he looked down at the scars on his body, there were three prominent ones. The bite mark on his right shoulder, the reminder of the attack that made him what he was along with some of the claw marks on his left arm. Then the large gash that began on his left hip and extended to the middle of the lower torso, the battle scar from his fight with the woodsman who began the stupid fairytale of little red by paying off some other family to play the roles. Poor bastard was lynched when the town learned it was fake but the fairytale remained. He then began his workout with the punching bag in the center of the room, in his mind it changed from different people. First it was the vampire who betrayed his original pack centuries ago, the woodsman who cut him open, a random person who attacked his pack, one of the hunters when he was called Jean Baptiste, and then Trixy. Even in his solitude his mind somehow decided to focus on her.

He stopped with the punching bag and did a variety of other tasks, ending a few hours later and returned back up the stairs and then headed to the second floor where the master bedroom resided with a bathroom halfway down the hall and a guest bedroom on the other side that was never used. As he prepared for bed he looked outside his wood into the backyard where a rather large shed could be seen. The shed was his forge area, the place he now worked on his metal and kept his original job of blacksmith many centuries before. Now he merely made pieces that would hang in some house or be used for today's cosplayers, remembering he once made them for more sinister tasks.

"Eh I guess I'll work on some of those projects I need to get down tomorrow," he said to himself and went to the bed, turning on a TV on the other side of the room. He hardly payed attention to what was on however since he soon succumbed to slumber.