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Divinus Mk. 8: The Eleventh Cycle (A God Roleplay)

Bloodbeak and Cawcax

"Get that cart moving! Where are your permits?" Bloodbeak cawed as he oversaw the orderly fashion in which his people were both taken into the underground shelters, but also saw to leading them out of them once it was all clear.

"Form a line! Form a line! There is no reason for panic!" Bloodbeak proclaimed, and just then he saw it. Something far worse than enemies outside of this world, something far more wicked.

"Well, well if it isn't that good for nothing goblinkissing traitor!" Bloodbeak put both of his taloned hands at his waist as he observed the more slender fowlfolk, Cawcax approach.

"Who are you again?" The slender looking crowman asked, his head tilting, pretending that he didn't remember.

"Such impudence! You ungrateful little scab! I am Bloodbeak, loyal servant of our lord
How dare you insult me you beastman hugging fakebeak!" Bloodbeak gripped his staff angrily.

"I thought I smelled the stench of blind faith. Guess that were you all along. Huh." Cawcax said in a mocking tone.

"Listen here you talonlacking hatchling, I was told to deliver you these two items, and nothing would please me more for you to say no to them so I can give them to someone who is actually not a good-for-nothing!" Bloodbeak presented the dagger and the ring which Reverion had given to him to offer to Cawcax.

"Does your god truly expect me to simply accept these weapons as some kind of peace offering? I am not gonna kneel for him or anyone else. But I shall take these items, perhaps I can have them aid in the undoing of the lot of them." Cawcax mused and snatched the items from Bloodbeak.

"How dare you mock the greatness and generousity of your own creator! You ungrateful rotten half-egged good for nothing godhater!" Bloodbeaks talons, no his entire body was shaking. He wanted nothing more than strike down this affront before him, why had their maker made him share the skies and earth with someone like this? He couldn't understand. Even if his god would explain it. This particular kin of his was his antithesis, his polar opposite. Where was his sense of duty, love for his people, his god and even the world? What was it that had made him such an oddity. It were as if he couldn't bear the idea of a being standing above him in authority and power.

"You are correct with one thing. I do hate them. Because they dare to use us as their playthings, it's coming natural to them to just see us as toys or subjects whose sole purpose is to worship them and spread their influence. I will never kneel to any of them, as long as I have my free will. My rebellion will live on. Mark my words Bloodbeak, there will be a day when mortals such as I will attain power enough to destroy the gods, and that will set us all free." Cawcax gave an almost sinister grin with his teeth filled beak.

"I will not let you even think about causing harm to our great benefactors! I will be there to teach you a lesson one day, best not forget it! You know nothing of loyalty and honor! " Bloodbeak pointed a talon towards Cawcax.

"And I do not intend to start now." Cawcax said in a nonchalant way as he sheathed the dagger, and pocketed the ring.

"Well... " Bloodbeak took a moment to collect himself for his witty reply.

"Well you are ugly! Yes that's right, go and wash that goblin looking face!" Bloodbeak yelled out in a triumphant manner.

MP

16/16

Summary

One crowman passing godly gifts upon another. Neither fond of the other. Building tension.

Divinus Mk. 8: The Eleventh Cycle (A God Roleplay)

Reverion

'Something is stirring. It is as if a wall has been penetrated...' The black-winged god thought to himself, then Bloodbeak would storm into the scene.

"My lord! Your faithful servant wishes to report that there is trouble! The mistress has sent out warnings to us, I have ordered your faithful followers underground!" Bloodbeak exclaimed in a satisfied manner.

"Good. Whatever this disturbance is, while I am not here, you will be in charge of overseeing Harrowfane. I will leave and find the cause of this disturbance and unroot it." Reverion explained to Bloodbeak.

"As you wish my lord!" Bloodbeak bowed deep enough that his beak touched the floor.

"One more thing, Bloodbeak. I need you to establish yet another site of worship within Harrowfane. Closer to the water, yet underground. And I need you to deliver these two things to Cawcax." Reverion used his divine power to form two artifacts, one in each hand. One was a ring the other was a dagger.

"B-but m-my lord! Your allmighty greatness and wisest of all gods! What are these things and why should that ungrateful fake-beak Cawcax be given them?" Bloodbeak said in a concerned manner.

"It is a ring which makes it's wielder into an undead for as long as it is worn. It will prevent him from death if he so desires, yet he is prideful. He would never accept the blessing from me in person. This way he may feel... unbound." Reverion explained calmly.

"My lord! Pardon me, but why are you gifting that good-for-nothing rulebreaker?" Bloodbeak asked.

"It takes strength to oppose a god, in his very temple surrounded by many others. Defiance against what is out there, I see parts of myself in that. For whatever may be out there and created us must be strong. I will never bend the knee and throw away my principles. Remember my words well, Bloodbeak. And find admiration in those which distinguish themselves, for only together can a chain of links be strong to bind things." The god continued and then handed his follower the two artifacts.

"I.. yes milord! But what is this wespon?" The elder fowlfolk vampire asked.

"It's a weapon for unmaking. It is like a single tooth in a jaw, but it will work on other mortals. If a mortal ever poses a threat to him, he may use it in defense." The undead god smiled softly. This dagger would be a precursor to something greater, something which he would wield himself, but perhaps it's destined talons would in the end fall into the hands of a mortal.

"Understood my lord!" Bloodbeak squeeked.

"I will now go and deal with this disturbance, and if necessary, I will undo it." The god reached with his hand into his own chest and took out one of his ribs, he allowed his divine energies to surround it as it began to take it's shape.

"Behold the unmaker!" The god held out what could only be described as a swordspear.

Bloodbeak's eyes shimmered.

"It is magnificent milord! It truly reminds me of you! Then again it was made from you... I mean no disrespect milord!" He added and bowed many times quickly.

"Get your fellow kin underground in an orderly fashion and tell them to brace for any possible attacks upon Harrowfane." The dark god hurled himself up into the air, his newly made weapon in hand, his sight towards the great tree and beyond.

Whatever had decided to cause a disorderly ruckus would have to be subdued. He suspected El'Zadir may have already moved towards it, and Anatu, the goddess he had met after her may also be there. Albeit at a distance. He knew that he had to be on the offense this time around, but it was for the sake of defense.

Summary

Summary: Reverion converses with the fowlfolk hero Bloodbeak, handing out some orders and artifacts, while arming himself.

MP

MP: 7/7

-1 Holy site created (Gloamshore)
-1 Dagger of vampiric drain (Artifact boosted by undeath)
- 1 Ring of turning (Turns the wearer into an undead)
- 4 Godsbane artifact ( The Unmaker, a swordspear.)

0 MP left.

Divinus Mk. 8: The Eleventh Cycle (A God Roleplay)

Reverion

Reverion strode back and forth in the newly constructed palace, it wasn't that he found it to his dislike. But he felt somehow... wrong? Was it right for him to feel wrong about lording over his own creations? El'Zadir had done alot to improve the way of living for his people to the point they were chanting her name in praise, this was something good however, something worthy of recognition. But he couldn't offer her a gift that would be showing enough of his gratitude, unlike with his creations which were singing his praises wherever he went.

He devised a plan to create an artifact in her name and memory, not only for himself but also for the Fowlfolk. While not a site of worship like a temple or a shrine, it would remind the Fowlfolk to be orderly and civilized even amidst chaotic times. Using his divine powers he allowed the artifact, the statue to take shape in the middle of the city square of Harrowfane. He was surprised how accurately it depicted her. Too accurately. The god decided to cover up her abdomen abit further. The statue of her bore his feathery cape, a sign of his own influence.

He allowed himself a satisfied musing. "Perfect."

"Behold all of you, this statue depicts she who came to me and you and bestowed upon you this great city and the tools in your hand. Praise her and respect the laws and orders which Harrowfane holds, for they are the same as mine." Reverion raised his hand into a fist towards the large cave ceiling in the great cave hall.

"Bloodbeak, bring forth your chosen champions. Those whom have distinguished themselves above others, to receive the gift of undeath. You are not forced to accept my gift, for it is what it is. It is a gift, not a curse. Come into the great palace and you shall be ascended." Reverion said as he strode off towards his home. His mortal home? What was home anyways? Home was where your people were. Yes. He was home.

"Get in line! You there! Get in line I say!" Bloodbeak cawed loudly as one of the fowlfolk seemingly stood immobile and not heeding his words.

"Did you hear me? You are disrespecting our lord and the new laws of Harrowfane!" Bloodbeak went up and looked over the otherwise slender and significantly more weak looking crow-man.

"Enough. I want to hear what this one has to say." Reverion beckoned to Bloodbeak to back down, causing the slender looking crow-man to smirk. Could they smirk? There was a shrewd glimmer in his eyes, Bloodbeak could see it.

"With all due respect. 'Divine highness'. I have no interests in your gift or being a pawn." The slender looking crowman said, his pose defiant in the presence of a god. It was enough to make Bloodbeak get a panicked expression on his face as he scurried up. "My lord allow me to punish this one for his insolence!" Bloodbeak grabbed hold of his spear with a copper tip, on the ready to deal with what he saw as a traitor.

"Nevermind that. Let him leave." Reverion motioned with his hand in a casual manner, but within the god's mind he saw something promising. A mortal had just defied him in front of his followers? His own creation? While he had only met El'Zadir, he was certain that the other gods would no doubt have smitten the mortal down where it stood. But he could not do it.

'To stand before the nothingness and defy me, that takes strength too. Such a show of arrogance.' It made the god feel simply amazed, that there was another being, albeit mortal and from his own creation, which had that same spirit. The spirit of resistance. While he couldn't bestow the crow-man with the same blessing as he had done the others, for that would have caused confusion amidst his followers. They would not understand his affection for the distinguished.

"What is your name, little crow-man?" Reverion asked the slender looking one.

The fowlfolk all around were quiet, the slender one amongst them. It caused Bloodbeak to point his spear at him. "Speak up, impudent dwarf."

Reverion's gaze shifted to Bloodbeak. "Did you just use the word dwarf to describe him? Do not." He said in a calm tone, but there was authority.

"O-ofcourse my lord!" Bloodbeak fell on his knees and knelt down.

"My name is Cawcax." The slender looking crowman said, defiance slipping out of his beak for every word uttered, his body itself displayed the same.

"I curse you Cawcax, to wander the lands of Harrowfane, wherever you go, you shall not be able to hurt your fellow fowlfolk, nor shall they in turn be able to hurt you. Wander until you find faith anew." Reverion said in a stern tone.

'May my blessing protect your kind and yourself on your path onwards. Show me just how much you will distinguish yourself... Cawcax.' The god mused in his own mind as he cast a blessing of protection on Cawcax and in the same moment elevated him as a hero of his kind.

Bloodbeak narrowed his eyes to Cawcax. "Pox and the sun be upon you!" Bloodbeak spitted in his direction, but soon realized he just defiled his god's palace so he went over to wipe the spit up using another's cloak. Soon after that Cawcax left the palace and went out to the surface. Soon after Reverion bestowed the gift of undeath to the chosen ones, which had distinguished themselves in Harrowfane. Effectively turning them into vampires using his blessing. Then the talonhanded lord directed Bloodbeak and his chosen, alongside a couple of more living Fowlfolk to go forth and create a second holy site south of the first.

"Bloodbeak, use the knowledge gained to make a minor settlement. It shall become a fortress, whereof this shall forever remain your sanctuary."

Summary

Summary:

Reverion gets impressed with insolent and disrespectful fowlfolk male called Cawcax and secretly blesses him and makes him a hero of his kind. While further giving out vampire gifts to some others and sending Bloodbeak and others to build a new holy site south of the first one. He also expands the living area of Harrowfane. Also added a non-lewd statue of El'Zadir to further amplify the lawfulness of the Fowlfolk.

MP

MP: 6/6

- 1 Protection of the law (Artifact, statue of El'Zadir with her feather cloak. Protects against rebellion, unlawfulness and chaos)
- 1 Cawcax (Hero)
- 1 Protection of the fowlfolk blessing (given to Cawcax to make him unable to harm other Fowlfolk, but at the same time make them unable to harm him.)
- 1 Blessing of undeath (Given to chosen warriors, scholars, builders etc of the Fowlfolk race. Effectively turning them into vampires.)
- 1 Barrowfell (Holy site, south of the first holy site in Harrowfane).
- 1 Harrowfane livingspace (Expansion of the area which the Fowlfolk may build upon, underground and above.)

MP:0

Divinus Mk. 8: The Eleventh Cycle (A God Roleplay)

Reverion

He couldn't help but feel contentment at seeing his creations move around and explore the land he had chosen for them, with his place of worship in the middle of the largest cave. While he had chosen a name for his creations, the Fowlfolk. He felt that the land itself also needed a name. He closed his eyes for a moment before uttering it's name.

Harrowfane.

"I name your homeland, Harrowfane. Temple of the barrow birds. Fowlfolk you are, yet more you may become. Breed and spread out, learn what you can of the land. Trial and error. To err is mortal. Take my gift to you all... The pool of warding off hunger. From flesh and blood you are made, and flesh and blood will you consume."

Reverion created an artifact what could only be described to be a large fountain spewing meat and bloodlike liquid. The sight of the food and drink sent the Fowlfolk into a near feeding frenzy. "Remember my teachings and more shall be yours." He then left them, but he came to realize that his creations would need to be watched over, especially during this early stage of creation. He was a god who would see them become worthy of the gift of the gods eternal existance, undeath as far as he was concerned. But it also made him realize that he would have to branch out abit further.

He would have to become more than he was too, much like the mortals he would have to grow aswell.

"Come forth. Claim the understanding you need." He spoke out to the crowmen who were getting their fill of food and drinks, one big in particular tilted it's head and took a leap out of the fountain of gore and wandered up to his creation.

Reverion held out his taloned hand and summoned a tome. "Touch it and you shall become more akin to me." It didn't take the large Fowlfolk long to approach, stretching out it's own claws to take hold of the tome with it's bloodied talons. Then it opened it and looked, and within moments there was a change in the creature's eyes, as if it had awakened from a slumber. It was now looking around with newfound understanding and wit, to the point it would speak- and then caw to his fellow kin to come and look into the tome.

The large one had distinguished itself in it's initiative, it was the only sign the god needed. A distinguishing from the rest.

"You have shown yourself extra worthy. I name you Bloodbeak, you shall be the first to know how I feel. If you are willing, come forth and hold out your talons." The god waited patiently, and did not have to wait long for the large crowlike figure to jump forwards, it's eyes telling that it was intrigued albeit with some caution. Yet it did as it was asked. Then it was given the gift of undeath itself, it could feel as life was slipping away from it, being replaced by unlife. It's black eyes turning red, it's touch growing cold, it's need to breathe... gone. Replaced by a feeling of power aswell, as the creature was bestowed further power by it's god. Becoming a paragon of it's kind, and atop it's head a crown took shape. To mark it as their leader and guide.

"That'll do. Hear his words and heed them, for they shall be the same as mine. Now go forth my creations, claim what is yours. Claim it with kindness and kin."

Summary

Summary: Reverion further bestows some gifts to his creations, in the shape of a tome of knowledge, a pool of endless food and drink. And then giving the largest and most impressive among them undeath itself as a vampire, becoming a hero of his kind and ruler with a crown, to symbolize but also protect his kind. (Caw Bloodbeak)

MP

MP:

- 1 Pool of warding off hunger. (Artifact)
- 1 Tome of Tutorship (Basic knowledge of how to build simple huts/nests, forage, speak, read, write, create fires, cook etc)
- 1 Hero (Caw Bloodbeak)
- 1 Protection against life and death (Undead vampiric blessing)
- 1 Crown of Fowlfolk protection (Artifact. May magically protect friendly nearby Fowlfolk)

-5 Spent MP.

Total MP remaining: 0

Divinus Mk. 8: The Eleventh Cycle (A God Roleplay)

There is no remaining MP! The divine piggybank is empty! All must spend, this is a godsend. I may have to do some cleanup of the post, but that will have to be later. Now back to godly business irl! Ahh missed to put out 5 points, damn.

Divinus Mk. 8: The Eleventh Cycle (A God Roleplay)

Blitzkrieg time Galbar!

Divinus Mk. 8: The Eleventh Cycle (A God Roleplay)

Reverion

He was not alone, of this he was certain. What or who were these other existances, and what were their purpose. No doubt he would find out.

But before he would seek them out, he would do that which had been done to himself, to create something out of nothing. Make it partly in his image, bearing the potential to obtain the higher form of existance in which he possessed.

The blackwinged god landed on Galbar, his intentions clear, he would bestow upon these creations an incomplete existance, where they would grow from an egg and gradually wither to become nothing. But to become oblivion was not the desired goal, just the whip upon the back, the result of failure, the thing pushing them onwards to do what would be in their power to avoid. All they had to do was prove themselves worthy. But who would they be?

Reverions taloned hands began to create them in his image, but incomplete, avian in nature, cowered in black feathers snd bearing talons like his and black wings. However unlike him, they would have beaks akin to crows.

"Come forth, you whom shall walk and fly upon this world. I shall name you Fowlfolk. Become something that is worthy, know me as your creator and your gate to the greater existance, your minds shall hold the key to your ascension. Acknowledge me as your maker and unmaker, your guardian and your warden, for I will protect you from oblivion and watch over your mortal cage. Worship my teachings and teach others of my path of greater existance and you shalt be rewarded."

Thus it came to be that the Fowlfolk were put into existance before him, their eyes watching their creator with wonder and amazement, and the same gaze was gi en back to them. They were beautiful, flawed, but they held all they needed to reach the goal. To become akin to him. But also empower him through dedication, aiding him to become greater than he is.

Reverion made sure to create a large cavern with tunnels, making them know this would be their home but also their place of gratitude, their constant reminder of their origin and who they were.

A holy site, theirs to maintain, but it was also one in which they could induce themselves with his teachings.

At the center of this holy site, he left an orb. A token of protection, which would aid in concealing the location of the holy site, but not the fowlfolk themselves.

He also gave his creations his divine law.

- Do not inflict unnecessary suffering.
- Do not force your will upon others by force. Be just.
- Oblivion is your enemy.
- Convert others to the true path.
- Strive for greatness, cast off your mortal shells.
- Seek moderation in the understandings of the universe.
- Indulge yourselves in the fleshy desires. But always be wary of evil.
- The wicked shall not go unpunished.

These eight teachings would come to represent the basics of Reverion, the holy symbol of his being the number 8. Or rather the infinity sign.

Summary: Monologues as he creates his mortal bird people, a holy site dedicated to himself as a big cave underground and an artifact which aids in concealing the site. Plus giving them some basic laws to unlive by.

MP

MP: - 5 Spent.

- 3 For creating the Fowlfolk race (Non-undead at start, carnivores)
- 1 Creation of holy site. (The great catachasm)
- 1 Orb of concealment ( Artifact. Orb which aids in concealing the holy site)

Divinus Mk. 8: The Eleventh Cycle (A God Roleplay)

Reverion

There were a stirring. A twirl in the beyond, an orb of liquid black was taking form, growing and then warping it's appearance, jagged large bonelike pieces sticking out of it and then... skin... feathers of darkest black. A pair of glowing eyes flared open, hidden peeking out from behind the large wall of feathers that almost seem to make a ball, it's eyes wandered as if searching for something. Someone. There was something beckoning him forth, but who or what was it? Who or what were he himself? He existed, of that there were no doubt.

His white pupils gazed into the direction of the scroll, the Khodex.

"Who dares? What dares to call me forth? You beckon, this I do reckon. These eyes of mine sear ye, my wings of pitched black... hear me!"

With a scream the figure's blackened wings parted from it's folded state and revealed his full form rising to stand on two legs.

"My emergence from the dwelling cold, the path to my design it will fold. Revere me, fear me. I am Reverion. I am, that I know. Thus you will and also shall be. Let us walk together in the place between..." Reverion mused softly, his taloned hand reaching out for the scroll.

"I shall carve you, like the path ahead. Let your core carry my creed, let my power be the sowed seed. All that has come, and shall forever come. Find yourself worthy and become akin to me."

He added his desire and power to the scroll.

Summary

Reverion wakes up from nothingness and finds himself to be existing, and gives himself the name Reverion while at the same time being dramatic. He has a (evil?) monologue with the Khodex of his intentions of making other things akin to himself. Therefor he adds his aid in the creation of the universe and as a little extra spicing adds undeath as a thing that exist, a reward to those who may strive to exist as he does. Becoming 'gods' themselves, in that they will no longer live or die from old age. Does not exclude having to pay tax in the future.

MP

All 4 to help create the universe and also make undeath a possibility, it is a state inbetween life and death, set into place by Reverion. The state of undeath may wary from case to case basis and just how much power went into it. It does not exist naturally in the world, but has it's origin in his divine essence.

Divinus Mk. 8: The Eleventh Cycle (A God Roleplay)

Reverion

Lord of Re-Emergence, Lord of second chances, Gravengeance, Rightious Revenant, God of Neverdust, Talon Justice, Master of Vandead, Corvus Corpus, God of thralls (Name used by non-faithful),

Domain
Undeath

Description

Reverion holds domain over undeath, which has earnt him the ire of many other gods, for he seeks to whisk away the souls of the dead to his own embrace to let them be born anew in an undead form. However they must be willing to be reborn, or he may not grant it. In very, very rare circumstances he would make someone get to unlife in this manner to teach them a lesson or because they do not realize their importance yet. He would despise seeing powerful beings of high morals to simply pass into the afterlife, seeing them as not only a shining examples but also as a potential soldier in his army of the undying.

An army which may someday be used to topple the godly pantheon of it's hypocrytes, as far as he is concerned. He seeks to bestow his gift upon those who have undone quests, those who crave for revenge upon having been murdered or wronged, or simply those which which to serve their respective masters for an extended period of time.

The gift of undeath must be offered and taken, not forced upon anyone. A god who values personal integrity and being masters of their own will. He advocates moderation of knowledge, for some knowledge may be too much for minds to comprehend. Moderation and self-maintenence is the pathway to the greater understanding as far as he is concerned. The focus must never be swayed by promise of an easier pathway.

Reverion believes life should not be taken lightly, as when life ends, there is always a slimmer of a chance that a servant of, or God of Neverdust forbid, Voi or Szukaj-życia will -steal- the soul before it could be delivered to the Lord of Re-Emergence's gentle taloned hand.

Appearance

Description

Reverion has a calm demeanor, every word uttered by him is chosen carefully, many times his words bear more meanings than one aswell. He despises unnecessary cruelty and injustice, he harbors strong feelings for vengeance and revenge. His ultimate goal is to become the overgod of the pantheon.

When called to battle, Reverion wields what can only be described as a sword-staff, the blade as long as the staff section. It's name being the Unmaker. He fights using acrobatic manuevers and flight using his black birdlike wings, his clawed talon-like fingers and feet being used as secondary weapons. He relies more on quickness and verbal play to wound his foes. He is lean in figure, built like an acrobat and he is as tall as about an average human but with pointed ears. He is adorned by feathers, tribal looking tattooes and his eyes are glowing fiercely with a white pupil in the middle, so when his gaze does land on you, you truly cannot mistake his nature.

Musical Theme

Harp!

youtube.com/watch?v=kAFKsdb27yQ

Divinus Mk. 8: The Eleventh Cycle (A God Roleplay)

Reverion

Lord of Re-Emergence, Lord of second chances, Gravengeance, Rightious Revenant, God of Neverdust, Talon Justice, Master of Vandead, Corvus Corpus, God of thralls (Name used by non-faithful),

Domain
Undeath

Description

Reverion holds domain over undeath, which has earnt him the ire of many other gods, for he seeks to whisk away the souls of the dead to his own embrace to let them be born anew in an undead form. However they must be willing to be reborn, or he may not grant it. In very, very rare circumstances he would make someone get to unlife in this manner to teach them a lesson or because they do not realize their importance yet. He would despise seeing powerful beings of high morals to simply pass into the afterlife, seeing them as not only a shining examples but also as a potential soldier in his army of the undying.

An army which may someday be used to topple the godly pantheon of it's hypocrytes, as far as he is concerned. He seeks to bestow his gift upon those who have undone quests, those who crave for revenge upon having been murdered or wronged, or simply those which which to serve their respective masters for an extended period of time.

The gift of undeath must be offered and taken, not forced upon anyone. A god who values personal integrity and being masters of their own will. He advocates moderation of knowledge, for some knowledge may be too much for minds to comprehend. Moderation and self-maintenence is the pathway to the greater understanding as far as he is concerned. The focus must never be swayed by promise of an easier pathway.

Reverion believes life should not be taken lightly, as when life ends, there is always a slimmer of a chance that a servant of, or God of Neverdust forbid, Voi or Szukaj-życia will -steal- the soul before it could be delivered to the Lord of Re-Emergence's gentle taloned hand.

Appearance

Description

Reverion has a calm demeanor, every word uttered by him is chosen carefully, many times his words bear more meanings than one aswell. He despises unnecessary cruelty and injustice, he harbors strong feelings for vengeance and revenge. His ultimate goal is to become the overgod of the pantheon.

When called to battle, Reverion wields what can only be described as a sword-staff, the blade as long as the staff section. It's name being the Unmaker. He fights using acrobatic manuevers and flight using his black birdlike wings, his clawed talon-like fingers and feet being used as secondary weapons. He relies more on quickness and verbal play to wound his foes. He is lean in figure, built like an acrobat and he is as tall as about an average human but with pointed ears. He is adorned by feathers, tribal looking tattooes and his eyes are glowing fiercely with a white pupil in the middle, so when his gaze does land on you, you truly cannot mistake his nature.

Musical Theme

Harp!

youtube.com/watch?v=kAFKsdb27yQ