⍚ Taltrus ⥥
22 ⥥
Male ⥥
Heterosexual ⍚ "Mindless wandering for a purpose once lost."
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A P P E A R A N C ETaltrus dresses simply, he wears a dark cloak that envelops his whole body; it is connected by three leather straps. He carries lightly, only bringing the bare minimum necessary for travelling. Underneath the robes is leather clothing, with hints of metal used mainly for protection. The leather is dyed a darker purple, almost meshing with the darker cloak.
He is a 5'9" and toned, easily visible when out of his cloak. He has a paler complexion that most, complemented by his paler blonde hair, and contrasted by his dark cerulean eyes. His posture tends to straightened, prim and proper- almost statuelike when standing still. His gait is similar, it has an air of rugged dignity befitting that of a wandarer. Another is his strikingly empty gaze, his eyes tend to be dull and unfocused as if he's looking at something that had already left.
The cursed mark rests on his right calf, a puncture wound with an outer fiery layer, almost like a dark sunken sun. When his power is used continuously the outer layer begings to slowly envelop his right leg, once it has completely enscapsulated his leg it begins to to pulsate making it difficult to use said foot. With each pulse it glows a dim green, and darkening with each thump.
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P E R S O N A L I T YTaltrus is a wandarer by nature, he roams around with no particular purpose. One could say he roams around looking for said purpose. His nature is to wander about aimlessly to try and find some purpose that gives him meaning.
He generally tries to be friendly and cordial with whom he converses with, though finding it difficult to do so as he tends to intimidate those who meet him. As much as he wants to socialise with others he lacks experience since many tend to avoid him or only do so when they need him to do something for them, and as such he tends to be awkward and clumsy when conversing. His voice is silent but creepingly cold and uninviting, and his stare is as if he was looking right past you.
In a fight he is cold, calculating, and frighteningly observing- he can easily discern an individual's habits and stance quickly, using their flaws and weaknesses as a time to strike. Such as using the windup inbetween stronger swings to land a counter attack. In a battle he is sharp and lives up to the presence he exudes.
As it stands he's alot more sympathetic than necessary, when taking on work he usually takes lower than initially decided/deserved and sometimes none at all if he notices that the family was in need more than he was. This becomes a problem at times as sometimes he runs dry and usually barely has enough to scrape by.
He's no stranger to tribal life and finds it endearing to at times. Though he can't ever find himself settling down as he always has a deep rooted feeling of finding a missing part of himself, even when he has little to no idea what it is. The beck and call of wandering has always triumphed his desire to be settle somewhere.
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B I O G R A P H YTaltrus' hailed from a once great tribe. He finds it difficult to recall his earlier memories, his final one being the endless screaming and his village being razed to the ground, the memory forever burnt in his mind that he sees whenever he blinks are his parents being killed before set ablaze. Had it not been for his village's weapon master; Kreaner he would have perished then and there. He sustained heavy injury from the assailants but still managed to end haul Taltrus to the far edge of the forests. Before succumbing to his wounds he handed him his weapon and cloak, and sent Taltrus off with a smile.
In present day he is a travelling mercenary, taking normal to odd jobs. Rumors of his mastery of the sword circulate, one such is him being able to battle 5 assailants with not a single scratch on him afterwards; it is said that he is able to intuitively grasp your style of fighting after mere moments of clashing with him. Recently he had caught wind of the great gathering of clans, it is a no brainer that he would attend.Memories Retained: Ignore for now 𝔐y ℑmmortal 𝔖𝔬𝔲𝔩
⍚ Risus ⥥
God of Hedonism, Wayfare, and Trickery. ⥥
Male ⥥
Demisexual ⍚ Life is a question of beings;
It is a question of heart in which thought hides itself, and passion has its dreams.
She, my friend, is the sky. Everything else is just the weather.
She always had that peculiar tinge about her, that look otherness of eyes that see too far,
and of thoughts that wander mindlessly off the edge of the world.
I know of the simple things that will keep me sane.
The beautiful things that allow me to keep my name.
Cool tongues speaking soft words of enlightenment and adoration,
A kiss here and a touch there, I dance with excitement
As new lives are engulfed in newer flames.
The boastful and merry celebration, the eager men and the beautiful women.
I like the simple simplicity of the world, the simple pleasures of man.
Could there be anything better?
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GO D L Y A P P E A R A N C ERisus prefers his original human(oid) form, should he so wish he can easily change what he looks like. His intricate, and orante cloak drapes lazily on the floor. Mortals depict his visage differently, all drawing inspiration from their own cultures. The consistent thing in most depictions is his ruby ring on his left hand. He generally tries not to make others perceive him as a god, he doesn't exude an overbearing or loyal presence. His posture is usually slack and formless when he is relaxed (mostly seen during times of gatherings).
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K N O W N F O R~ His flamboyant presence in large gatherings.
~ Reluctant patron of Hedonism.
~ Easily charming crowds.
~ Laidback attitude.
~ Distrust of other gods.
~ The 'unfinished or imperfect' god.
~ In some cultures, known as 'Loki'.
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F O R M A T I V E M O M E N T S I N H I S T O R YRisus' earliest, and haziest memories were of him being human. He had forgotten when, and where however the memory that does not diminish was the immaculate, and otherwordly figure who approached him. The figure had challenged him to a peculiar contest. The next thing Risus could remember was waking up in a literal and metaphorical sense, he could feel power surging through himself. The figure who challenged him was a stony corpse collapsed on the floor next to empty barrel of various pungent liquids.
The few followers had informed Risus that he had 'ascended', taking the duties of the previous god he has bested in said competition, he thought them mad until he realised he himself didn't age, his body regressing back to its prime. It took him a few millenia to wrap his mind around it, him, a human had now outlived his friends and family, and had become a deity of sorts. He began to slowly embrace his godhood and began travelling accross the earth; gatherings, parties, events all lit up in his presence. Even the most drab, lifeless parties became events that echoed across the land for decades to come.
In parties Risus was charming, he could easily rouse a crowd and revive a dead party in seconds, his smile brightened up rooms, his laugh echoing merrily throughout the halls. He also wasn't a stranger to bringing more than a couple of women to bed (even a few goddesses). Places would be drained of their alcohol and mead as soon as the sun rose. Risus preferred not to stay in one place for too long as his presence promotes vehement reverence, and many gods did not take this well.
He also had a select group of followers, worshipping him as god. Risus wasn't exactly pleased with this, seeing the irony in worshipping a hedonistic god and urging all of them to follow a lifestyle of their own making. He winces whenever a group if his followed bent the knee in his presence, as even after centuries he still does not like being treated as a god, as he still thought himself part human and did not deserve any of the praise and reverence.
Many other gods disliked his presence, being 'inmpure' god; humans ascending to godhood was unheard of. This put him at odds with many other deities, meaning that Risus wasn't unfamiliar with battles against other gods, though normally opting to avoid gods unless it was a last resort. Due to this he resorts to trickery, and escapism as a primary tool for a quick getaway. As such he tries to avoid contact with other gods unless it cannot be avoided, he doesn't try and bother other gods preferring not to meddle in their affairs even actively avoiding the 'Dark Gods'.
Most nights with women were one time things, many unbelievably beautiful women were left behind. This was until he met his starkissed, when he first caught a glimpse of her it was as if time had meaning again. He tried his normal methods of flirtation but it didn't work on her, infact it took him years to even gain a smidgen of trust. He would've dropped his golden rule of keeping travelling for this woman had 'they' not interfered. Risus was particularly good at covering his tracks from other gods, but he had blundered and did not do so that well. It didn't help that he also stayed in one place, trying to woo his starkissed. They found him and whisked away his starkissed, they also had planned contingencies for his attempted escape.
They chanted dark words and Risus found his consciousness fading, by an ironic and cruel twist of fate, he was reborn as a human once more; he was born as Taltrus.
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S K I L L S E T- Indomitable will: It's not easy to get Taltrus to crack, he will follow through when he sets his mind to something.
- Tactically sound: Though he doesn't get into leadership roles much, he is an excellent tactician. He can change a plan on the fly with the least amount of injury/death when need be. This is helped by his natural aptitude for combat observation, he can tell when the winds of battle shift.
- Intuitive: His gut is usually right when he makes a call, he can tell when something is wrong.
- Hunting: He is an notable hunter, forged from the necessity of being a traveller. He respects nature and only takes the amount needed.
- Sword mastery: His sword is said to be able to cut falling leaves. It is a style that has no wasted movement, meticulous and purposeful to the point of gracefulness. His main tool is looking for openings to counter attack.
- Combat Perception: The ability to be able to 'perceive' your enemies way of thinking and fighting by anticipating their moves, and attacking when they're vulnurable. Taltrus is able to find flaws and weaknesses in others styles.
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A B I L I T I E SLife Force:
0/0 (ignore for now)Pleasures of a hedonistic godMany hoped for Risus' presence in their parties, as it is said to be a great honor.Charms of a wily god: Risus could instantly uplift the atmosphere in room of crowds all around him, this scrubs away negative feelings and helps even the most rigid person relax in times of turmoil. However, this ability is negated or greatly lessened in times of violence and danger.
The God's Spotlight: The attention of crowds can either be dispersed or fully focused directly onto Risus. He cannot turn the attention away unless people give him said attention, interacting with something which has a lot of attention on it or doing something that could draw attention could break the effect like trying to steal a painting that people are actively watching.
Revelry in Accordance: Risus can induce individuals to do what their hearts desire the most, this makes them pour out their deepest desires and act to it as soon as they are able. This cannot override a deeply inbedded sense of ideal or a survival instinct.
Loki's GuileThe trickster, the riddler, the keeper of balance, he of the many faces who finds life in death and who fears no evil; he who walks through doors.Walk the Aether: A small portal opens up on any flat surface sending Risus to a chosen location a distance away.
Shadow Step: Risus dips himself into the shadows, and can silently take departure into the darkness. If timed well he can avoid physical blows. He may also jump from shadow to shadow in the vicinity, it is invisible to the untrained eye but if one has a keen eye then can see the shadows shift irregularly when he's moving inbetwene them, if he is still there is no irregularity. If all the shadows in the area disappear, he is forced out of through the shadow he entered.
Absolute Illusion: The senses is a fickle thing, Risus can create illusions causing targets to see, hear, touch, smell and/or taste things which do not actually exist or cause them to perceive things differently from what they truly are. This skill has been used by Risus at times to fake his own death or as a distraction tool for a quick getaway. The maximum duration is 30 minutes.
God's reluctanceThere were times when Risus had no choice but to engage in a fight, though reluctant he was given no choice.Shift of luck: With this Risus can manipulate the probability of something happening to a near one hundred percent. It is limited to an action he can do at that given time, and nothing impossible like calling down a meteor or certain death.
Irreverance of the Trickster: Risus has the ability to sap another individuals senses, he can choose to leave one sense or take them all away for a certain period of time. Risus' own senses gets bolstered (up to three times) during the duration of this effect.
Curse of a kind god: In his dying breath Risus can curse the land, everyone in the immediate area begins to hallucinate each of their own fears to life (not visible to anyone but the eye of the beholder). The land also gets cursed lasting for two incarnations, people (unless exempt by the Trickster) in the immediate vicinity gets their strength sapped and people are unable to feel visual any sort of pleasure making it impossible to have any sort of happy atmosphere. Villages and towns cannot exist in this area due to this, and only a few loners are able to live there.
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I N V E N T O R Y ~Dark Cloak
~Inherited ornate sword
~Dusty rucksack for his belongings
~A metal shaped in his old clans insignia[ ⍚ ]
O T H E RColour Code: #d79c24[ ⍚ ]
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