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Tabula Rasa || Ancient Gods

Probably going to revise and rewrite some things but here is the first taste:

Ragnagedon

Ragnagedon

The ruiner

Domain: God of Fire
Appearance: Ragnagedon has two forms. One he uses to approach mortals to offer them his ‘gifts’ or when he approaches or is approached by his brothers and sisters. He makes an attempt to look more human and approachable. As he does not hate his siblings or the humans that truly invoke his name. However, when it comes to delivering the eternal promise of ruin Ragnagedon will turn into his fiery dragon shape and set forth.

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Realm: Verzak, the Ruin-Spire Wastes

Verzak is not hard to find. In fact, one does not need any divine guidance to reach it. They do have to be prepared. It is located in the middle of a vast, terrible desert. Literally crowned by huge, stone spires. Within the heat is unlivable. As unwarded, unprotected flesh would literally sizzle and melt over time. The ground if broken and fissured. Massive rivers of lava change their course constantly and large volcanoes explode and get reduced to rubble. The winds are ever bellowing the eternal flames and carry the blackened clouds of ash around. The land is eternally changing. No building could stand here for long. Within Ragnagedon rules from the only constant in this cursed land. A massive volcano towering over all others. Within are his vast chambers filled with lava and place for whatever divine objects, creatures or other things.

Personality:

Ragnagedon is often considered a mad god for his own beliefs. While it is a fact that nearly all gods were born from Chaos, he does not hold that as truth. No, he was made by Life and Death. Yet hates both of them with a fiery conviction. While amongst the older ones of his siblings, Ragnagedon has not yet found a way to enrage his father, Death. However there are many legends of him bringing ruin to life to spite his mother. Ragnagedon is utterly indiscriminate in his destruction. Child or elder, it does not matter. When the blue fire dragon descends all perish in a fiery blaze. Luckily for the common folks, Ragnagedon has only descended twice upon the world so far.

While he is a very violent god, he is not a god without his own sense of twisted love. The forsaken and the desperate appeal to him. For they have nothing left to lose but their lives. And should they forfeit that freely, he will pull them in a destructive embrace. Granting them blessings that will inevitably destroy them.

When it comes to his siblings he hates most of them. He sees Cimeru as one of his two opposites. The Ocean God is one of the few that can quell his raging flames. For this, Ragnagedon hates him. The twisted Iva’Krorh holds no special place to him. Ferran and Dirka are creator gods, shaping the world through metal or magic. For that he hates them. Sveiand is by all accounts his twin and opposite. The Cold One holds no special place in Ragnagedon’s heart though. As he would rather see the world burn than freeze over. Never the less, he feels like he has no personal quarrels with the Pure. The God of Fire does not actually know that Hayim exists. As he is so small in shape and (to Ragnagedon) consequence. Though there is little doubt, should the God of Fire learn of the Flower of Life. He would chase it to the end of the world and back again. Another deity that Ragnagedon does not know is Oao of the Darkness. Finally there is Arda. Who forced the gods to release Ragnagedon once before upon the world as executioner. He relished the destruction, but holds no special hatred towards the Goddess of Love. At least not in the same way he hates Ferran, Dirka and any other creator gods.

Other: Ragnagedon is an older god. While not the first, he has been brooding most of his time at the Ruin-Spire wastes.

Tabula Rasa || Ancient Gods

Im probably going for a violent god of fire if that's okay.

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Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

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Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

Jason Weaver

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In that moment, Jason hated Archer. His voice carried a heavy acquisition. Though he clearly had no idea what was happening. However, right now Archer was not the biggest problem. Julie had seen them. Those who mattered wouldn’t believe Archer if he started a gossip about Jason and Sol. But Julie, Julie had more clout than the girl herself probably knew. And worse, there was absolutely nothing he could do but hope she never said a word about it. That helplessness did nothing to his guilt. Which began to strangle his heart like ivy.

Jason made a way to the party after he had watched Julie and Archer cart off Sol like she was some disaster survivor. If he couldn’t do anything about his situation, maybe he could just try to forget it. But with every couple now making out all around the house, that was getting rather hard. Guilt tightened its grip on his heart. Unable to bear it anymore he rushed to get his phone from his bag and locked him in the bathroom.

Luckily for him, Santiago’s bathroom was quite like the house: absolutely massive. It gave him space to pace back and forth as his nerves were getting the better of him. Driven by conscience, he wanted to text his girlfriend. Or call her. But every time he looked at the screen, his mind just went blank. How could he possibly describe what just happened and not lie? The truth, the full truth that only he had would break them apart. But he didn’t want to lie either. He wanted to tell her! After minutes that felt like hours of pacing, he eventually gave up. Frustrated he just pocketed the phone and went over to the bar. The music, the dancing, the laughing. It was all becoming too much for him. At the bar, he just took a random bottle filled with amber fluid and went towards the darkened beach. Where he found solace behind a dune. With every sip he took, he realized what he was doing wouldn't help his situation. But it was numbing his mind a little and for now that was all he could ask for.

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_{Starring Jason | Julie}

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“Santiago couldn’t be bothered getting his own drinks?”

Jason looked up to whoever made the comment. Julie. They didn't talk. However, Santiago did talk about her. Still, he wasn't playing butler and he felt he needed to prove that. So instead of saying anything, he shot down both glasses of tequila in quick succession. Without salt or lemon, those were training wheels. The alcohol hit him right in the guts before it raced upwards to his head. He shook a little with his head, trying to clear the sensation. At least the thoughts in the back of his mind were gone. Then he turned to Julie: "If it isn't 'the worst lay' of Kings." He was quoting the devil himself. But Jason said it more as a tease. "What brings you here?" he then said with a bright smile as he began the work on his cocktail.

The shock of hearing that sentence again after all this time shook Julie to her core. Jason had not been at King’s more than a year but still Santiago had already spewed his atrocities. But Julie didn’t let anything show, she composed herself and pursed her lips “Oh he told you about us huh?” she spat out. She put down her cup and steadied herself on the table, she took a breath and continued “What else did ya boi tell you? Did he tell you how hard he tried to even get me to talk to him? Did he tell you how he talks to his grammy everyday? Did he tell you how he couldn’t even get it up at first, because of “all the shots”? Did he tell you that the one time we got together it was over in like 4 minutes? And still I am the worst lay?!” she finished almost out of breath. She hadn’t gotten to really vent to anybody about the situation accept for Chanel so now everything was just spilling out.

Julie picked up her cup again and took a big gulp of wine to calm herself, staring at Jason.

The moment she reacted, things went south. Jason meant to lightly tease her. What he got was pure venom. He tried to focus on his cocktail but with every passing jab against Santiago he got more and more distracted. He looked up a little more every time Julie said something. Of course, Santiago never told Jason any of these things. Some of the stuff could be explained. Like how hard he worked to get her to talk to him. That was just the hunt. Jason knew of the thrill. Obviously, Santiago had just poached her. But some of the rest was rather intriguing. Finally, she fell silent after her tirade that would’ve crushed a lesser man’s ego if he heard it, and deep down Jason kind of would’ve wanted Santiago to have heard her. That would’ve been an interesting test of his character. Alas, the Devil was nowhere around.

“I’m sorry.” Jason said. “I shouldn’t have called you that. And no, Santiago never said any of the stuff. Maybe I don’t know him all that well.” He admitted. Which was half a lie. He knew parts of Santiago pretty good. What he didn't know was who disliked him and which way. “But then why does he call you the worst- I mean that?”

She narrowed her eyes “No one really knows that dick brain, keep that in mind.” Julie said almost like a warning. But she was tired of warning people about him, so she shook her head and sighed, composing herself yet again.

“No, I’m sorry. I shouldn't have screamed at you like that. I should not let that get to me, it was so long ago. It's just so annoying that he still goes around saying those things you know?” she took another sip.”I don't really know Jason, your guess is as good as mine. I think he might have had a problem with me loosing interest faster than he did…” she trailed of shrugging her shoulders.

After all the gulping and sipping, Jason noticed her glass of wine was getting drained rather quickly. Probably because of the topic. He threw her a quick smile and said: “Let me get you something better than that.” He didn’t wait for any response as he quickly reached behind the bar, grabbed a glass, some strawberries and went to work on the cocktail. One for her this time. He poured the fiery red drink in a glass full of ice and served it to Julie. “Here, a peace offering.” He said with a quick wink. The making of the cocktail gave him a moment to think about what she said. There was no doubt in his mind now. This girl now truly hated El Diablo. Maybe more so because she now knows he introduces her as the ‘worst lay of Kings’. Which probably mattered more to nearly everyone at Kings than to Jason. But there was one thing he didn’t understand.

“If you can’t stand the guy that much, and if he dislikes you enough to spread that rumor, then why are you here?”

Normally Julie didn't accept drinks from anyone, but since she'd seen Jason make it she figured it would be fine, she smiled at him as he handed it to her. “Oh Jason… I might hate Santa. But it would be social suicide not to be here tonight.”

“And besides, see that fly honey over there?” she turned and pointed at Chanel who was dancing in the crowd looking like she was having the time of her life, but she always did at parties. “She’s my truest friend and she really wanted to go so here I am.”

She took a tentative taste of his concoction and to her surprise she really enjoyed it, it was fresh and fruity just as she liked it. “Hey this is really good! You do a lot of bartending in NYC?” she asked and took another drink from her glass.

A small laugh formed on Jason as he looked down at the cocktail he made. It summoned up some very pleasant memories. "My girlfriend isn't such a fan of beer. So... back when she wasn't my girlfriend yet I was working my ass off behind the bat one of my house parties." Yes, it felt a little shameful to work so hard. Why though? Jason never really understood that feeling. In fact, he was glad he had worked so hard on his cocktails. Every single one he made had put a smile on Catherine’s face and he loved her smile. "In fact, the one you're drinking is her favorite." he followed up as he pointed at her fiery red drink. "So I'm glad you're liking it too."

Before Jason could even ask Julie about her own life, he heard a rather terrible grunt coming from behind him. He turned around just in time to see Marisol deliver the horrible punch to some guy's nose. Jason stood there, shocked and wide-eyed. This was neutral ground! Why the hell did the crazy one hit someone!? "I'm sorry, I have to-" Jason said to Julie. He tried to find the right word but the truth was he didn't even know what he was going to do. Just that he'd do something. With that half-baked apology, he ran up to the dude and crouched over. "You okay?"

"I'm- I'm fine. I just need a minute. God..." the big guy huffed and puffed.

Jason could only imagine how much the big guy was hurting. Luckily some of his friends were quick on the scene and helped the big man up. Jason just gave them a nod of appreciation. This was his friend's party. Above all else, Santiago had declared it neutral. He turned to look towards Marisol who was now quickly taking off her clothes, away from everyone's attention. Of course, a damn loser had to start trouble again. But he wasn't about to let her go without consequences. He walked over towards the end of the pier, but before he could reach it Marisol already jumped into the water. "You have to be kidding me." For a moment he stood still in the middle of the pier. Should he pursue or just leave it? One glance back towards the big dude puffing as he took a seat convinced him. He rushed towards the end of the pier while he took off his shirt. Right before he jumped into the water he threw it on the same heap as Marisol's clothes.

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

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“Don’t take that one, it’s too hot!” Catherine said, through the speakers of his laptop.

“Babe it’s a pool party. I'm supposed to look hot!” Jason defended himself. He stood in his room, holding shorts in front of him before a massive mirror. His girl could be a little overbearing sometimes. But that’s just because she didn’t trust anyone at King Academy. For good reason though. Jason told her enough stories. “I promise I’ll wear a shirt.”

“Nope, not good enough. I forbid you from going!” she said with her playful voice. “I’m kidding. Of course. I just wish I was there with you. You know. Besides I hear Florida parties are like a thousand times more awesome than New York ones."

Jason threw the red short in his bag and dropped on his bed in front of the laptop. “Maybe you could come here next break. I'd organise a pool party just for you." Which wasn't a bluff. Especially as he had a rather big swimming pool and outdoor bar. "Maybe we could celebrate New Year over here then!"

His girl smiled. “I just miss you.”

“I miss you too. And I love you! But I have to go! I’ll call you!” He said, without skipping a beat. Yes, he loved her. It was one of the certainties he had in life. He loved Catherine. He threw her a quick kiss before he closed his laptop. He didn’t have much time anymore.

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Jason tried to sneak downstairs and get through the front door. He didn’t really need to sneak. His mother wasn’t home. But he still did it, in the off chance she was. No way she’d let him go to the party. Not a Santiago party at least. He thought he was victorious when he found his keys in the kitchen and managed to reach the front door. Which promptly swung open and his mother stepped through. She cast one look at Jason standing before her with keys and bag in.

“I’ll have to call you back.” Which was never a good thing to hear. “So where do you think you’re going?”

Jason swallowed hard. “Small party?”

His mom just shook her head. “You’re not going.”

“Wait what!?”

His mom didn’t even turn around: “You heard me. You’re not going. You think I’m stupid? I know what’s going to happen. It starts with a shot and the next thing I know I’m a grandmother! No.”

Jason chased her into the kitchen where she put down her bags. “You and I both know that’s not going to happen! C’mon mom, the entire school is going. Even the nerds!”

His mother still didn’t look at her son as she pulled some papers out of the bag. “You’re not going.”

But Jason wouldn’t let it go: “Mom! You can’t just expect me to-“

“Quiet!” She snapped. “I am expecting you to stay home! I will not let you embarrass this family by going partying like some delinquent! And that’s that.” She said as she dropped her papers and held both of her hands on the table. She looked so tired. Tired and angry.

Jason looked at his mother for a moment. Showing real pain in his face. She knew how much the respect of the family meant to him. She knew! Yet she just threw it out there. She never had to tell him to go to his room. He just did.

But Jason wasn’t about to just sit on his fate. No, once in his room he crawled out of the window and looked down. Grass. Long grass. ‘It’s not going to hurt. C’mon you can do it. You can do it!’ he thought to himself. With one push off the windowsill, he fell down and completely forgot to roll it out. Instead, his legs took the full force of the fall and he dropped down against the ground, squirming in pain for a second. “Mother-“ he shouted out, stopping himself with all the willpower he had. If his mom found him now he’d be burned for a month. So stiffening the pain he slowly crouched towards the road. One Uber order later and he was heading towards the party.

The pain in his legs vanished after he popped one of Santiago’s painkillers. Sure it wasn’t the healthiest thing but who cares!? He was young and free! Before he did anything else (even drinking) he quickly went to the bathroom to change. True to his girlfriend’s wishes he put on the plain, slightly oversized shirt. After that, he began to look for Santiago. He couldn’t just start partying without saying hi to his friend and host now, could he?

Yet as he walked over to Santiago, in the corner of his eyes he caught a glimpse of a raven-haired girl. Before he knew it he turned slightly to get a better view. He saw Victoire going straight for the bar. Though another thought shot through his mind. A though he quickly branded wrong and tried to exorcise. It worked, partially. There was still that tiny little voice in the back of his head and Jason was very aware of it. Well, if he couldn't banish the thoughts. Maybe he could drown it. So he followed Victoire, went straight for the bar and poured himself two tequila shots.

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

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