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Svelte and painted chocolate with sharp, but striking features. Bahati is a considerably handsome man, whose looks beckon the flirtations of females and males alike. Inky black tendrils of hair descend from his crown, ending in spiked tips. His eyes, the color of a newly risen sunrise. Always watching, they seem to radiate an unnatural calm. Yet despite their jarring contrast with his skin, they are an oddly fitting pair. Their appearance also serves to draw attention to the flawless condition of the man's face that despite his age, wears not a single wrinkle or scar. The summoner's head is thin, revealing a strong jawline leading to a narrow neck. In keeping with his exotic design, Bahati wears an elaborate outfit colored silver and purple. 
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Bahati Zane

27/Male

Human

Summoner

Wizened and infectiously charismatic, to an ignorant populace Bahati is an empathetic figure. With a friendly smirk forever stapled to his countenance, the summoner is always willing to dispense advice or lend an ear to someone’s woes. Of course, these tidbits of wisdom are never as they appear to be. Typically wrapped in a shell of hollow platitudes and a comical demeanor lurks an ulterior motive, meant to entice the hearer into doing Bahati’s bidding. Even the most seemingly trivial suggestions are, but tools to motivate someone to help hm.

When he’s “acting” Bahati is a boisterous and exciting personality. Jokes are rampant, especially of the dirtier kind and his time is open to anyone interested. In this persona, he isn’t so much a father figure, as he is a fun older brother or a good friend. It isn’t uncommon for him to order a round for everyone at the bar. He does know when to rein it, and when he should allow this constructed personality to show. Of the many personas, he has this is perhaps the closest to who Bahati truly is.   

Forever hungry for the promises of intimacy, Bahati is your typical playboy. Whether men, or women, preferably both, the raven-haired man is rarely without a bedfellow. Born with dashing good looks, and a charmingly flamboyant personality people are simply drawn to him. For Bahati, these romantic conquests hold little meaning save for the small few that manage to capture his heart

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Ekon | The Crawling Terror |Fear God

The Ugly Underbelly

Sitting pretty, beneath a cobalt sky resides Ekon’s domain. Heavily peppered with vibrant stalks of green grass from its rolling hills to open plains. It is a seductive oasis that beckons with the inviting warmth of a yellowed orb above. Groves of trees bearing fruit stand mightily over the expanse, offering their labor to any passersby. Pools of water dotted throughout its landscape tease with the promise of relief. Even the winds smell of sweets, bidding guests to stay a little longer. Unspoiled by progress, one could almost get lost in its sheer vastness and lack of any significant landmarks. Though, idealistic it is a celluloid paradise that unravels with time, all the while exposing its guests’ deepest fears.   

Ekon’s sphere reveals its true self through trickery, toying with its guests like a toddler.  Fields of emerald suddenly appear barren and flat, before returning to their sunnier appearance. Fresh fruit withers within seconds of being plucked, worms exploding from it shortly thereafter, only for it to vanish entirely. Old fears dead and buried, arise without provocation or reason, summoned forth by the sphere’s magic. Whether that be some horrifying creature of the victim’s imagination, a resurfacing of a petrifying phobia, or the suppressed fear of a loved one’s imminent demise. All terrors emerge within his realm. Despite appearances, these frightful phantasms are illusions spawned from the mind. A Fitting albeit cruel reflection of a deity born to sow dread. 

The true face of the Fear God’s sphere is that of an uninspired wasteland, lightly seasoned with desiccated plant life. Illuminated only by the slivers of light offered by perpetually cloudy skies. The land seemingly stretches into infinity, with only a single mountain at its center.  Atop its jagged crown stands a lone tower, battered by age and painted black. Its inky surface barely visible against the domain’s dimly backdrop. From this rotted construct, the infantile Fear God rules over his empty kingdom. 

It should be noted that Ekon is not tied to his terrible sanctuary, it simply mimics him much like the “homes” of his fellow god’s imitate them. Though, his realm is not entirely self-contained either for its effects can be felt throughout Galbar, particularly when someone is alone. You could say his territory “bleeds” fear that seeps into Galbar’s vast landscape, saturating its inhabitants. Whether it be a familiar “cry” from a darkened cave or the glimpse of some horrible thing in the dark. Travelers emotions will race when they find themselves lost, ever heightened by an unseen forcing tugging at their heartstrings. Indeed, even those outside of the realm are not free from its taint. 

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Sandwhiched betwixt The Palace of Dreams and Sheol Ekon’s hideaway is buried far beneath the rock and soil that makes up Galbar. Due to its infectious quality, The Ugly Underbelly poisons its surrounding with terror. By that same token this very trait also makes it vulnerable to the tampering of its neighboring realm. Of the two spheres Ekon's shares his closest connections with the demon realm. United by an elaborate tunnel system, The Underbelly is also home to the things that make up Sheol.  

Lower Chthonic

Fear

Before Ekon, mortal hearts weep with dread. King and peasant alike falter, driven to their knees by an ever-escalating horror they cannot fathom. Knights clad in iron wielding weapons of steel shiver and shake, their armaments rendered useless. Childhood dreads long since conquered, return with a renewed potency. Phobias manifest, terrorizing the innocent and guilty alike for fear cares not for the morality of men, only to spread endlessly across creation. Even titanic monsters of supernatural ancestry cower before dread’s might. Terrible though this emotion may be, it can also be harnessed for a person’s betterment. In fact, if someone is willing, they can master their fear, reshaping it to temper their ego. Nevertheless, fear is inescapable, and no matter how hard mortals try they can never outrun it.   

Chief amongst Ekon’s power is his ability to rip the fear from a creature’s soul, granting it a new existence. As a corporeal entity freshly realized, the horror lives to torment its former host. Controlled by the Fear God’s will alone, he derives pleasure from the agony he inflicts upon others through their “demons.” Unlike his domain where the manifestation is, but an illusion these creations are tangible, though limited in their lifespan.

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Despite his mantle of godhood, it is beneath Ekon to flaunt terror’s majesty. Instead, he prefers a subtle approach, by guiding his victims into the maws of despair. Aware that mortals are ambitious beasts, he implores them to delve further until they are ensnared. He delights in the madness that results from a people gripped by fear, and his actions demonstrate this. Through his manipulations he cultivates and terrifies, not only exploiting man’s fear of the unknown, but of themselves. It is to the people that harness their dread that Ekon considers the greatest prey.

Childishly eccentric, Ekon belies his mantle as the God of Fear. He speaks immaturely, describing blood-soaked conflicts as “Da big kapow kapow” and roaring monstrosities as “snarlies”. His appearance is likewise juvenile, with a wide smile forever stapled to his face. Wars and conflicts are games, and the many deaths they cause simple losses on some unseen scoreboard.  Referring to the fear god as strange is an understatement.  Even dire situations are greeted with a sunny attitude, leading others into thinking him insane, an idiot, or, a child. 

Contrary to what onlookers may suspect, he’s quite aware of how inexplicable his behavior appears to others. In fact, he is quite effective in using it to lull friend and foe into a false sense of security. Much like his realm, he expertly uses people’s preconceptions against them. Though he is by no means dumb and is fully aware of times where decorum is needed. Whenever he wishes to be taken seriously, his extroverted childishness is severely neutered.  His speech more erudite and his various quirks largely absent. 

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