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Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk. VI

Aethel

Aethel

The Friendly Stranger
King/Queen of the Fey
Keeper of the Tree
Swimmer of the Magical Winds

Aspect
Mana
Of all the forces of existence, magic alone is filled with paradoxes and contradictions. It laughs at the very concept of order and rules, but beneath the whimsical chaos are laws that refuse to bend no matter how much one raged, threatened or bribed... But might make an exception out of compassion if one pleaded and begged with pure intent. Both beautiful and ugly, the stuff of the most serene of dreams and the most unending terror of nightmares, a means to impose ones will upon the world and by which the will of the world can impose its will upon those who inhabit it.

Magic has countless definitions and interpretations. To some it is where the dream meets with the physical for better or worse. To others, it is the truest expression of individualism and how the will of one person can shape or reshape the show that is life. To the clinical, at its core it is the power to look at the world and say 'Yes' or 'No' to the rest of the laws that govern it. It is both the purest expression of the soul and a sign of the darkest, most twisted of corruptions. All of them are true, to a degree.

Regardless of if it is viewed as science or superstition, Magic is a aspect of the world. A force of both unnatural and natural nature.

However, magic doesn't just spring into existence from anywhere. Like a fire cannot exist without fuel to burn, magic needs mana in order to exist. Mana is... hard to explain. It is an invisible, untouchable essence that ignores physical barriers in order to move around the world like the gentlest of breezes... unless it isn't or doesn't. Mana has many varieties and exists in states of being, be that ethereal, physical or even spiritual. Regardless of form, much like the magic it allows to exist it seems to possess a will of its own.

The primary duty of Aethel is to be the caretaker of Mana; It is their job to maintain it, propagate it and deal with anything that threatens its existence for without it, magic would quickly fade from the world and anything dependent on it would quickly wither and die.

Persona
Aethel is one of the nicest entities one could ever encounter, if strange. Always polite to a fault regardless of who they is talking to and what the circumstances are, energetic and dedicated towards making whoever they are talking to feel welcomed and included in whatever is happening. While they can come across as somewhat scatter brained and prone to shifting between different topics and focuses at a whim, they are just as prone to focusing on a singular topic or interest obsessively long past the point that others care. A patron of stories and music, Aethel is a great storyteller themself... but terrible when it comes to actually playing instruments; No matter how long they practice, the noise will always be horrible to listen to and the fact that he's just so energetic about it somehow makes it worse.

Despite how friendly they are, Aethel is at the core a selfish individual. Their desires and flights of fancy will almost always come first despite the fact that they personally consider themselves to think about others often. Some of the flights of fancy and obsessions they can develop are of a... darker nature and are as readily pursued and explored as any other without hesitation.

Despite having a remarkable vocabulary, Aethel themself tends to be a very literal entity and will honor and obey to the letter any and all obligations and deals that are required or made by them. TO THE LETTER is vital to remember. While some might claim that it is due to a trickster nature the truth is that while Aethel takes pride in their work and making sure it is completed in a timely and satisfactory manner, they rarely stop to consider the wider implications or logical outcomes of the requirements or rules of the task beyond asking themself if they are following them successfully. That being said, they are not afraid to ask for clarification if something is too vague or they simply don't understand/are confused by something.

Always remember, 'Nice' and 'Friendly' are different from 'Good'.

True Form
While Aethel has many forms, their true form is that of an androgynous six legged hooved equine with a cloud like mane and tail that seem to constantly shift coloration, rarely being a singular color at all and, on the few occasions it happens, rarely remaining that way for long. White of coat that seems to blend perfectly with whatever coloration their tail and mane happen to be at the time, Aethel has two horns coming out of their forehead; A smaller crescent shaped one up front and a larger thorn like horn rising up behind it.

Along their body are an indeterminate number of mollusc like tentacles, the tops covered in the white fur of his coat but the bottom of them are clearly filled with fleshy suction cups. Along their six legs shimmer a series of pleasantly glowing 'fins' that, much like the mane and tail, slowly change colors over time. Both tentacles and magical leg fins are used by Aethel to 'swim' through the shifting tempest of mana of his home like a fish in water.

Musical theme

Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk. VI

Just to try and call it so someone else doesn't steal the idea... I'm thinking of making a deity of magic.

Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk. VI

I want in. I'll start work on a god of something after getting some sleep. I know I've joined and left Divinus games before, but I've never been able to get in on the ground floor to help shape the world from the start before either.

The Masque of the Dragon || Fantasy Dragons hiding among Humans

I do kind of love how Droka clearly has a very different set of priorities then other dragons.

The Masque of the Dragon || Fantasy Dragons hiding among Humans

Droka
Near Whistle Hill

All things considered, it had been a rather lovely evening flight for Droka. While his efforts to secure the future of dragon kind in Nihn were absolutely vital and worthy of any sacrifice, discarding his masks to be himself and take to the sky was a pleasure that he hadn't been able to embrace for a few years now. It was a small, personal thing but... often the small things were what made fighting for the big things worthwhile.

The fact that he had been flying back into his homeland on Virtue Day was a happy coincidence; A quirk of the cosmic dice falling into place. Like flying or being in his true form, Virtue Day had been one of those small pleasures that had to be forgone for the greater picture... but he hadn't seen any harm in partaking of the festivities while the opportunity had presented itself.

Unfortunately, those plans had quickly gone out the window when it became clear that Whistle Hill village was on fire and actively being attacked! That sort of thing tended to ruin the festive spirit. In Droka's case, it replaced what was going to be good cheer and fellowship with his fellow dragon with an intense, so cold that it burned murderous rage.

Having landed a short distance away in order to scout out the situation on foot, Droka made the decision not to change into his human form. He was stronger in his dragon form in both magic and physical power and he fully intended to take advantage of both shortly. After all, the Masque was only breached if humans saw a magical creature turn into a human... and the Masque couldn't be broken if there were no witnesses to tell the tale.

However, charging into a fight (even with his natural advantages, plus the element of surprise) somewhat blindly was not something that the black dragon was going to do. A better idea presented itself to him.

Hidden among the shadows of the woods surrounding the lit up Whistle Hill, Droka concentrated as he started to draw upon the shadows of the night in order to sculpt an illusion of a young, red dragon in the smoke filling sky on the opposite side of the village. It was modeled on no one he personally knew, but was based more on the stories that humans had told themselves about dragons over the years; Covered in spikes, massive fangs and claws and a look in its eye of a murderous predator that had found both prey and a challenge to its territory and was intent to dedicate all the rage that its basic, animal like brain could muster to rip and tear both to shreds.

Once his distraction was ready, it began its performance as it started to swoop down towards the burning village, letting out a massive roar that filled the air as a quick, secondary illusion was thrown towards the Nihn raiders that one of their number. The exact person was unclear, but the human mind tended to fill in the gaps by itself... and the important information the voice was conveying was rather pressing and demanded imitate attention. "DRAGON INCOMING!"

Said 'dragon', as it entered the light of the village proper, turned its head to strafe some of the buildings with a burst of flame before it turned its head to start its approach of the marauders proper (a keen observer might have noticed that the buildings in question had been on fire to begin with and, after having been beset with dragon flame, didn't seem any more on fire then they were before. However, such an observer would have to completely miss the very loud, angry dragon that was flying straight at them).

Landing on the ground with a heavy thump and a quick illusion to make it seem like the ground had shaken briefly, the red 'dragon' roared its beastly, primal challenge at the Nihn marauders from no more then ten meters away from them.

The Masque of the Dragon || Fantasy Dragons hiding among Humans

So is this happen or... no? Because I'm still around with Droka.

Grimm Noir [Rebooting~]

Damn. I wish you luck going forward then.

Grimm Noir [Rebooting~]

Is it too late to join or are there still openings?

The Masque of the Dragon || Fantasy Dragons hiding among Humans

Droka

Name:
Droka

Age:
124

Gender:
Male

Dragon Appearance:


A relatively small dragon, Droka is only 8' tall with a 31' wingspan. While part of this is due to his relatively young age, the sad truth of the matter is that he was always somewhat of a runt when it came to his kind. Covered in beautiful obsidian scales that reflect light with a beautiful sheen to them, it is a point of pride for Droka that if he decides to sit down and stay very still for an extended period of time that he can (and has) been mistaken for an awe-inspiring piece of sculpture. There is a frill that travels from the top of his head to the tip of his tail that takes on a deep red color, contrasting beautifully with his black scales.

His eyes are black, a fact that often causes them to blend in with his scales and makes them hard for others to see or figure out what Droka is truly focusing on at a given moment.

Human Appearance:


Droke's human form is rarely seen by the naked eye these days. He looks like a somewhat older gentleman who has lived a life of not only having to make hard decisions and sacrifices, but who has also had plenty of time to consider the larger, daunting questions of life as well. It does still occasionally see use since, much like beggars and the mentally ill, few actively want to see him.



His preferred 'humanoid' form is the hybrid illusion that he has crafted for himself and uses in relation to his cult. Physically speaking by human standards he would be flawless and beautiful... however, 'human' standards go out the window due to the presence of his dragonic additions; The horns on his head that at a glance appear just to be hair sticking up, his clawed hands and the various scales that run along his body. While the effect is clearly inhuman, it still presents a majestic and awe inspiring visage.

Personality Traits:
Cunning, Manipulative, Long Seeing, Survivalist, Devote, Romantic, Prideful

Magic/Abilities:
A breather of fire and able to fly in his dragon form, Droka's real strengths as far as magic goes lays in illusions and rituals. While his illusionary magic tends to be more complex and powerful when he is in dragon form, he finds the enhanced ability to refine the details of ritual circles and runes that his humanoid form offers him to be a great boon.

History:
The dragon race was dying. It was a slow death that would take the course of generations to finally come about, but it was a death that was coming all the same. The signs were their and Droka's parents ensured that their son saw them and understood what they meant; Each generation less dragons were born and thus there would be less dragons to create a new generation to follow after them. The fact that there were more male dragons then female in his home region made it difficult to ignore the issue as the young drake matured and discussions turned to him making a family of his own.

Exactly why this was happening wasn't that well understood either. Some pointed to there being less of their numbers while others suggested that the ascension of humanity and their push back against magic and nature that was somehow the root of the problem. Regardless, the Masque was clearly not offering a long term solution and appeared content to continue the current state of affairs until there were no dragons left to govern.

So Droka spent a lot of his youth thinking of the issues facing his kind and what might be done to solve them. Aware that he was still a child in the eyes of his people, he offered his elders the respect they believed they were due and asked them for their wisdom and guidance about the world and what path he might walk in it, rarely reveling his actual thoughts while they were still in development. When he finally reached adulthood, he left his family behind as expected; He did not however, join in the fight to find a mate and make a family of his own through.

Instead he traveled north to Nihn to set the groundwork for his grand design. Slipping into one of the oldest settlements of the region, Droka quickly claimed one of the abandoned manors of the upper crust that had moved to the recently finished capital of Jorgun and got to work prepping the stage for his entrance into the society of the kingdom itself. He would spend decades exploring and learning about Nihn and its culture in order to tailor his approach to best win over the locals. When the time was deemed right, the building he had claimed for his plans exploded in a destructive surge of incredible magical power that was heard and seen all throughout the settlement, through the damage itself was limited solely to the estate in question.

When the locals came to investigate the wreckage and what caused it, they discovered Droka in a strange humanoid form... and he had quite the story to tell. He spoke of a simple hedge wizard who started to have visions of rituals and rites that were complex and unknown and beautiful to behold. Of a trance like state as he followed these visions to a location where they claimed the resources he needed could be found. Of the dazed like state in which he completed the final rune and triggered the surge of magic that ascended him beyond his former frail humanity and turned him into something far greater. And finally of a promise that, despite the knowledge of how he achieved the first step towards ascension had been misplaced or destroyed, with time and effort it could be done again...

The promises of power (both physical and magical) alongside a major extension of the length of their brief lives were temptations that few salesmen would have struggled to sell to humans and Droka proved a very good salesman. Before the night was over, he had already developed the groundwork for his grand innovation and established a cult following in Nihn dedicated to the goal of ascending humanity into dragons... through his followers were kept blind to the truth glory that he desired for them.

After a few years of establishing the cult to the point where he could leave for a period of time and it wouldn't unreval in his absence, now seemed like a good time to recruit other dragons to his cause to get more input and other magical talents in the project since those humans of Nihn both higher rank and stronger magical connections proved somewhat more... resistant to the dragons pitch then expected. Droka made a show of having a vision to go on pilgrimage south in order to 'Uncover ancient magical secrets of Huldern long abandoned and forgotten in Kaelis.. and to get the most answers from the trip as possible, he needed to go alone'. With a cover story in place, Droka has finally started to head back home.

The Masque of the Dragon || Fantasy Dragons hiding among Humans

Droka

Name:
Droka

Age:
124

Gender:
Male

Dragon Appearance:


A relatively small dragon, Droka is only 8' tall with a 31' wingspan. While part of this is due to his relatively young age, the sad truth of the matter is that he was always somewhat of a runt when it came to his kind. Covered in beautiful obsidian scales that reflect light with a beautiful sheen to them, it is a point of pride for Droka that if he decides to sit down and stay very still for an extended period of time that he can (and has) been mistaken for an awe-inspiring piece of sculpture. There is a frill that travels from the top of his head to the tip of his tail that takes on a deep red color, contrasting beautifully with his black scales.

His eyes are black, a fact that often causes them to blend in with his scales and makes them hard for others to see or figure out what Droka is truly focusing on at a given moment.

Human Appearance:


Droke's human form is rarely seen by the naked eye these days. He looks like a somewhat older gentleman who has lived a life of not only having to make hard decisions and sacrifices, but who has also had plenty of time to consider the larger, daunting questions of life as well. It does still occasionally see use since, much like beggars and the mentally ill, few actively want to see him.



His preferred 'humanoid' form is the hybrid illusion that he has crafted for himself and uses in relation to his cult. Physically speaking by human standards he would be flawless and beautiful... however, 'human' standards go out the window due to the presence of his dragonic additions; The horns on his head that at a glance appear just to be hair sticking up, his clawed hands and the various scales that run along his body. While the effect is clearly inhuman, it still presents a majestic and awe inspiring visage.

Personality Traits:
Cunning, Manipulative, Long Seeing, Survivalist, Devote, Romantic, Prideful

Magic/Abilities:
A breather of fire and able to fly in his dragon form, Droka's real strengths as far as magic goes lays in illusions and rituals. While his illusionary magic tends to be more complex and powerful when he is in dragon form, he finds the enhanced ability to refine the details of ritual circles and runes that his humanoid form offers him to be a great boon.

History:
The dragon race was dying. It was a slow death that would take the course of generations to finally come about, but it was a death that was coming all the same. The signs were their and Droka's parents ensured that their son saw them and understood what they meant; Each generation less dragons were born and thus there would be less dragons to create a new generation to follow after them. The fact that there were more male dragons then female in his home region made it difficult to ignore the issue as the young drake matured and discussions turned to him making a family of his own.

Exactly why this was happening wasn't that well understood either. Some pointed to there being less of their numbers while others suggested that the ascension of humanity and their push back against magic and nature that was somehow the root of the problem. Regardless, the Masque was clearly not offering a long term solution and appeared content to continue the current state of affairs until there were no dragons left to govern.

So Droka spent a lot of his youth thinking of the issues facing his kind and what might be done to solve them. Aware that he was still a child in the eyes of his people, he offered his elders the respect they believed they were due and asked them for their wisdom and guidance about the world and what path he might walk in it, rarely reveling his actual thoughts while they were still in development. When he finally reached adulthood, he left his family behind as expected; He did not however, join in the fight to find a mate and make a family of his own through.

Instead he traveled north to Nihn to set the groundwork for his grand design. Slipping into one of the oldest settlements of the region, Droka quickly claimed one of the abandoned manors of the upper crust that had moved to the recently finished capital of Jorgun and got to work prepping the stage for his entrance into the society of the kingdom itself. He would spend decades exploring and learning about Nihn and its culture in order to tailor his approach to best win over the locals. When the time was deemed right, the building he had claimed for his plans exploded in a destructive surge of incredible magical power that was heard and seen all throughout the settlement, through the damage itself was limited solely to the estate in question.

When the locals came to investigate the wreckage and what caused it, they discovered Droka in a strange humanoid form... and he had quite the story to tell. He spoke of a simple hedge wizard who started to have visions of rituals and rites that were complex and unknown and beautiful to behold. Of a trance like state as he followed these visions to a location where they claimed the resources he needed could be found. Of the dazed like state in which he completed the final rune and triggered the surge of magic that ascended him beyond his former frail humanity and turned him into something far greater. And finally of a promise that, despite the knowledge of how he achieved the first step towards ascension had been misplaced or destroyed, with time and effort it could be done again...

The promises of power (both physical and magical) alongside a major extension of the length of their brief lives were temptations that few salesmen would have struggled to sell to humans and Droka proved a very good salesman. Before the night was over, he had already developed the groundwork for his grand innovation and established a cult following in Nihn dedicated to the goal of ascending humanity into dragons... through his followers were kept blind to the truth glory that he desired for them.

After a few years of establishing the cult to the point where he could leave for a period of time and it wouldn't unreval in his absence, now seemed like a good time to recruit other dragons to his cause to get more input and other magical talents in the project since those humans of Nihn both higher rank and stronger magical connections proved somewhat more... resistant to the dragons pitch then expected. Droka made a show of having a vision to go on pilgrimage south in order to 'Uncover ancient magical secrets of Huldern long abandoned and forgotten in Kaelis.. and to get the most answers from the trip as possible, he needed to go alone'. With a cover story in place, Droka has finally started to head back home.

I've edited both the appearance and history. Hopefully this is better suited.