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> eh, whatever. It's in charicter, and sence I made sure it was just me who was afected it seems resonable. but I mean come on, Spatis didnt care when I through a Fecking moon at her... Artis would get bored, thats part of his charicter. :P
Not in character.
Velrus (God of Time) controls the time. Not the god of Chaos.
It also doesn't make sense for him to go forwards in time when it wasn't his power.
Even if it was in his realm, he would have only went in time in his realm. All time in the current realm is probably controlled naturally by Velrus.
But that's a lot of conjecture.
Therefore, you get the worst of Ostarion's punishments.
He will say "Dead to me." straight to your face.
Anger, desolation, pain.
These feelings filled Slatera. He was, of course, not being watched by Balsis, of course. Even Balsis would not consider Slatera one of his children. Slatera was simply a result from the creation of the other gods. While the other were made pure, he was accidentally created out of their impurity. Some of the other children had seen him a while ago, but they would all flee out of disgust for his appearance was monstrous. All except for Artis. It seemed that Artis never cared about his appearance. Or ever noticed Slatera. Didn't really matter, though.
He watched as they created beaches, birds, little tiny fleshsacks, plants, and the cosmos. While watching, he couldn't help but think of the purity they had created. Such a pure earth... Impurity must be cast down upon it, he thought. He descended to the earth, and quickly hid upon its land. While no one was watching, he began lurking around, looking for something. After some time, he saw what he was looking for. A rather "cute" looking bird resting on the ground. He leapt out at it quickly, and before it could take off, he grabbed it with two of his four hands. He held it up while looking at it. In his other two hands were his cages. They held his power. They made sure his power didn't run free. A symbol appeared in the two cages. This was the Mark of Atrophy. After the mark began to burn in the cages, Slatera began to cough up a black-powder like substance. The bird tried to turn its head out of it, but it couldn't leave Slatera's grip. This bird seemed to change. It became much less cute. Its beak became sharper. Its wings, larger. The bird's feathers turned black as coal. It seemed to fall to the ground, dead when Slatera loosened his grip.
The bird, after a short moment, seemed to spring up. It was confused. What did it want? What did it need? It needed to eat. The bird tried to eat some grass, but couldn't. It was just regurgitated. The bird saw another bird. One of its old kind. It looked appetizing. The bird wanted to eat that. It wanted to eat it now. The black bird quickly stretched its wings. After two flaps, it shot up into the air at the "cute" bird. The cute bird was not made for speed. The black bird quickly slammed its talons into the cute bird's back, causing the cute bird's wings to be sliced open. It quickly fell to the ground as the black bird dove after it again. It grabbed the body of the cute bird, and began to fly against the ground, causing the cute bird's feathers to tear off. After that, its skin began to be torn off by the grass, leaving a large bloodied trail. The black bird stopped. The cute bird was still alive, writhing around in pain. The black bird gave one last coup de grace, and crushed the cute bird's head inside of its massive talons. The carcass looked appetizing to the bird. It ate the flesh and organs of the cute bird with glee. But, it wanted more. The black bird shot up again in hopes of finding new food.
Slatera laughed at the birds hunting. It was truly impure. Such a creature could not have been created by one of those "pure" gods. His body slowly became dust that disappeared in the grass. He was leaving, as his first job was done.
These feelings filled Slatera. He was, of course, not being watched by Balsis, of course. Even Balsis would not consider Slatera one of his children. Slatera was simply a result from the creation of the other gods. While the other were made pure, he was accidentally created out of their impurity. Some of the other children had seen him a while ago, but they would all flee out of disgust for his appearance was monstrous. All except for Artis. It seemed that Artis never cared about his appearance. Or ever noticed Slatera. Didn't really matter, though.
He watched as they created beaches, birds, little tiny fleshsacks, plants, and the cosmos. While watching, he couldn't help but think of the purity they had created. Such a pure earth... Impurity must be cast down upon it, he thought. He descended to the earth, and quickly hid upon its land. While no one was watching, he began lurking around, looking for something. After some time, he saw what he was looking for. A rather "cute" looking bird resting on the ground. He leapt out at it quickly, and before it could take off, he grabbed it with two of his four hands. He held it up while looking at it. In his other two hands were his cages. They held his power. They made sure his power didn't run free. A symbol appeared in the two cages. This was the Mark of Atrophy. After the mark began to burn in the cages, Slatera began to cough up a black-powder like substance. The bird tried to turn its head out of it, but it couldn't leave Slatera's grip. This bird seemed to change. It became much less cute. Its beak became sharper. Its wings, larger. The bird's feathers turned black as coal. It seemed to fall to the ground, dead when Slatera loosened his grip.
The bird, after a short moment, seemed to spring up. It was confused. What did it want? What did it need? It needed to eat. The bird tried to eat some grass, but couldn't. It was just regurgitated. The bird saw another bird. One of its old kind. It looked appetizing. The bird wanted to eat that. It wanted to eat it now. The black bird quickly stretched its wings. After two flaps, it shot up into the air at the "cute" bird. The cute bird was not made for speed. The black bird quickly slammed its talons into the cute bird's back, causing the cute bird's wings to be sliced open. It quickly fell to the ground as the black bird dove after it again. It grabbed the body of the cute bird, and began to fly against the ground, causing the cute bird's feathers to tear off. After that, its skin began to be torn off by the grass, leaving a large bloodied trail. The black bird stopped. The cute bird was still alive, writhing around in pain. The black bird gave one last coup de grace, and crushed the cute bird's head inside of its massive talons. The carcass looked appetizing to the bird. It ate the flesh and organs of the cute bird with glee. But, it wanted more. The black bird shot up again in hopes of finding new food.
Slatera laughed at the birds hunting. It was truly impure. Such a creature could not have been created by one of those "pure" gods. His body slowly became dust that disappeared in the grass. He was leaving, as his first job was done.
Slatera, God Of Corruption
No mercy for the guilty... Or the innocent, for that matter.
Abilities:
Slatera's abilities are much less miraculous as the other gods. Instead, it is based around the corruption of the other gods' creations. Even so, he can not corrupt everything. He can only corrupt half of what gods make. Due to this power and his nature, the other gods vilify him; they would even go so far as to try to commit deicide to remove him. When Slatera uses one of his abilities, the symbol for that mark appears in one of his cages he carries around.
Atrophy, the First Mark
Atrophy is the first of Slatera's powers. It removes the strength of a creation. By removing the strength of a sentient being, it makes them willing to commit heinous acts against each other, or gods.
Wither, the Second Mark
Wither is the second power. It weakens a creation. If the creation is an animal, they will become malnourished, and desperate. If the creation is a plant, the crops will wither away. If the creation is a concept, the concept will be trusted less and less. If the creation is a pantheon, church, or other building, the building will quickly erode away to earth.
Blight, the Third Mark
Blight changes something so it has negative effects on others. This can be a decomposer that had been turned to eat flesh, or a cold turned to plague.
Sacrilege, the Fourth Mark
Sacrilege fills the mind of a sentient being with doubts in the gods, causing them to start commiting heinous acts against the gods, and their followers.
Aphotism, the Fifth Mark
Aphotism is a strange mark. It clouds the vision of a creation, giving them a negative outlook on life, the gods, and concepts. Although the person will not actively try to disobey a god's words like The Mark of Sacrilege, they will still be wary of taking any word of a god
Suffering, the Sixth Mark
Suffering is a simple mark that's much more personal. Any living creation that is afflicted by it will constantly have pain befall them. While the pain may not be physical, the pain still causes despair.
Truth, the Ninety-Ninth Mark
The final mark, Truth, is confusing. Slatera doesn't use this mark anymore, as when he uses it, he sacrifices another mark. From what the gods know of, this power is nothing by itself. Once it sacrifices a mark, nothing happens at first. Slowly, every being is affected by it. There is only one known count of this mark being used, and that is the mark of Death. This mark was sacrificed long before the other gods had any concept of life and death. It is unknown why Slatera had sacrificed Death so early. Perhaps it is because he foresaw the creation of life, or... something else did.
Personality & Personality Flaws:
Slatera is a strange man. He seems nearly psychopathic. Although, this doesn't mean that he is psychotic. He is extremely calm at any time, and never does something without reason. Even though he corrupts the creations of others, he does have a reason for doing such. Such a reason is a secret that he shan't tell anyone.
Slatera speaks in a odd way. His voice is deep, and seems to have an inhumane filter on it (loud). He speaks in two part phrases, separated by a long pause, such as "Light can not exist without dark... but it can exist without you." and "Hope always remains... but hope is filled with poison." For some odd reason, the first part is always "good", while the second part is always "evil", corrupting the idea of the first part.
Lennon79 said
So... did anyone else survive?
No.
Scrub Mage said
Misread "bat" as "beat"; expected Big Band.I think you'll find that the best four are actually Samson (and I guess Filia too, by extension), Big Band, Cerebella, and Double.
No love for Miss Fortune.
deadpixel101 said
Hey! Yeah I haven't touched Rps since I last talked to you.Which what? If which Silver, I meant Fox, but YEEH SKULLGIRLS. RIGHT OFF THE BAT GOTTA SAY SQUIGLY IS MY FAV.
Out.
deadpixel101 said
So I haven't been in an RP for months.
But I would love to come back for this.
Also, high silver! We seem to flock to similar things ey?
Double also. People who like skullgirls. What a beautiful thing to find.
Which one?
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I'd do this, and probably get Poophole Knobmuffin to join me.
Vendrick ignored what the two had said for the moment. He needed to finish this. He had just finished the final hole, and placed the final box in. The smallest box there was, about the size of a human infant. He carefully pushed down the dirt into the hole, making sure that the box did not break from the weight. The girl, Sanguine, ran off to the alleyway that the noises had come from. Such an effort may have been futile. The noises stopped for a long time. Once the final hole was filled, Vendrick walked out a few metres. He stood in front of all of the graves, and clapped his hands twice before saying a prayer.
Remediorm opporgnatif
Imagif exsistentia
Aeris ifm aqua jam meors partis
Tor zel videre omninif zil Deus meth
Manus non pertingit tenebris locus
The way that the prayer was said seemed to radiate sadness. Even with his rough and deep voice, Vendrick managed to speak in such a way that radiated sorrow and empathy.
After a few seconds of absolute silence, Vendrick slowly turned to the man. "Ben... I do not need a place to stay. I do not drink, eizer." He said, his voice much more void of sorrow. "So, information of zis chaos, you ask? I have but a layman's knowledge of zis subject, but I shall tell you about zese events wiz ze best detail I can."
"Zere is a cloaked figure. I have only seen him vree (3) times. He shakes. Ven I see him, I hear more sounds. Sounds zat are strange. Ze oddest are ze sound of the sands of a desert, and one zat is more... unexplainable. Like somevone was changing reality. Zey have been..." Vendrick's voice became much more angry. "Defiling ze corpses of ze dead. Sometimes I can't even find ze body. Just zheir blood. Such... such impiety... shalt not be forgiven." Vendrick's voice seemed to calm down after waiting a few seconds. "I don't know much about zis, but I can not vander on until zis chaos ends"
Remediorm opporgnatif
Imagif exsistentia
Aeris ifm aqua jam meors partis
Tor zel videre omninif zil Deus meth
Manus non pertingit tenebris locus
The way that the prayer was said seemed to radiate sadness. Even with his rough and deep voice, Vendrick managed to speak in such a way that radiated sorrow and empathy.
After a few seconds of absolute silence, Vendrick slowly turned to the man. "Ben... I do not need a place to stay. I do not drink, eizer." He said, his voice much more void of sorrow. "So, information of zis chaos, you ask? I have but a layman's knowledge of zis subject, but I shall tell you about zese events wiz ze best detail I can."
"Zere is a cloaked figure. I have only seen him vree (3) times. He shakes. Ven I see him, I hear more sounds. Sounds zat are strange. Ze oddest are ze sound of the sands of a desert, and one zat is more... unexplainable. Like somevone was changing reality. Zey have been..." Vendrick's voice became much more angry. "Defiling ze corpses of ze dead. Sometimes I can't even find ze body. Just zheir blood. Such... such impiety... shalt not be forgiven." Vendrick's voice seemed to calm down after waiting a few seconds. "I don't know much about zis, but I can not vander on until zis chaos ends"
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