Lmpkio

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

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A thunderous boom rattles across the thick air, followed quickly by a branching strike of lightning, as heavy storm clouds began to hover suddenly over the wilderness below. It's presence had not been felt over the nearby forest prior, having previously enjoyed a beautiful sunny day. The sun above gleamed her long rays of light over the trees, with the bright green conifers swaying in the calm breeze. The wildlife was simply minding its business, having mostly congregated by the large lake in the middle of the forest. There was not a single cloud that could be seen in the sky, nor the faintest signs of an abnormal weather weathers could be felt.

Yet all would change in a matter of mere seconds, as a storm front happened to magically appear out of nowhere. Normally the scent of an approaching storm could be felt miles away, allowing the creatures to move for shelter in advance. Yet not a single one was prepared for this sudden change of events. Not when it formed directly over their heads Soon the wind began to pick up the pace, as a sudden gale howled through the trees, sending the nearby animals scattering for cover. The deer began galloping further into the woods towards higher ground, the squirrels scurry into their little hidey-holes within the thick trunks, and the birds fluttered rapidly for a way out.

This was not your average storm.

Suddenly, a giant three-headed dragon bursts through the storm clouds, as he issues a terrifying screech that echoes throughout the forest for miles around. The almighty God of Weather, Drakariós, has arrived. As he flew over the trees below, his massive wings casting a dark shadow below, he brings upon a heavy downpour of rain down on the unsuspecting forest. The rains quickly began to moisten the dirt, giving the flora its much needed sustenance. Yet the god wasn't here to water the plants. Ahead of him, some several kilometers away, a giant brown condor was flying ahead of him. It had been flying for several hours, relying on the wind patterns to rest his wings as he glided over the forest. But with the sudden disturbance that had been caused by Drakariós' arrival, he knew what was going to happen next. His wings had begun to flap as hard as he can in order to gain more speed, but the dragon behind him has been catching up to him. The condor can hear the cackling behind him, along with the approaching storm, as he tries to find an area in which to find cover.

Suddenly, the condor felt something strike continuously on his back, as if an abnormally strong burst of wind is attempting to push him downwards. But much to his horror, it wasn't the wind patterns changing on its own. Drakariós' middle head had fired a beam of intense wind, in an attempt to knock it off balance and crash into the jagged trees below. Yet as it attempted to make a tight left turn in order to loose the monstrous dragon, a rogue lightning bolt struck the side of the right wing, electrocuting him and setting his wing a flame. With its balance and concentration compromised, the massive avian cries loudly as it takes a nose dive intro the trees below. It crashed into a number of large trees, slowing him down as he skidded across the forest floor. Within ten seconds tops, the giant condor had screeched to a bloody halt.

Its wings had been torn to shreds by the tree trunks ripping through its dark brown feathers, and his body was covered with splinters. As it laid weakly on the ground, with no strength left in his body, he glances to see the golden dragon land several meters away tower over the conifers. Within the dark haze, a lightning strike briefly revealed the creature's three heads as it began to slowly walk towards it.

"BAWAHA! WE GOT HIM NOW!" roared Kai, the left head, as it cackles maniacally in delight, "LETS EAT!"

Several more steps later and Drakariós loomed ominously over the fallen avian, their mouthes watering over the sight of food plopped right in front of them.

"About time." growled Rós, the right head, "We've been on this wild goose chase for a good twenty minutes. We're starved."

"Indeed. It put up a valiant effort." nodded Dra, the middle head, "I wouldn't be surprised if the god of the hunt was testing our dexterity."

With that said, the dragon plants his foot down on the condor's neck, crushing it as the bird made one last squawk before exhaling his final breath.

"May his soul rest peacefully to satiate our famished form." Dra announced as they begin to rip into their newly acquired food.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

Finally! Finished with Drakairos' relationship posts. Ill try to get a post hopefully tomorrow. I have a vague idea on what to write, though it needs slightly more polish.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

@Lmpkio

<Snipped quote by A Lowly Wretch>

This might help ya friend~

@Rune_Alchemist

Oh he did. For some reason I didn't see it. Well in that case, I'll have one made within the following days. Im more than capable of handling 2.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

Started working on some of Drakairos' relationships. Will make more down the line.

Also @A Lowly Wretch, not sure if you answered my question, but is it OK if I make another character? I have someone more human in mind and a good counter he can be towards someone.

Hint: His foe has two horns on her head.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

Drakairós, God Of Weather

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Name:
Dra-kai-rós | Gods Of Weather | The Golden Prophets Of Storm | "We"

Domain:
Weather

Appearance:
Taking on the form of a massive three-headed wyvern, Drakairós is considered to be one of the largest gods in Tabrasa. While his size often fluctuates to correspond with the current situation, his base form being around 70 meters (78 Feet) long and 20 meters (65 Feet) high (think Drogon in the latest GOT season), he has been rumored to grow as tall as 160 meters (524 feet) and supposedly even "bigger".

His heads can also split into three long bodies, their names being Dra, Kai, and Rós respectively. Each body takes control of a certain weather function and have their own unique personalities.

- Dra represents the middle head and is considered to be the leading-head of the three due to his high intelligence. He often has the final word in matters when combined with the other two heads. He has the power to cast upon storms that represent liquid water (rainstorms, thunderstorms, lightning, hurricanes, typhoons, etc). Can fire a beam of high-pressured water, lightning, or wind at opponent.
(Water-Based)

- Kai represents the left head and is considered as the most ruthless and malevolent individual, as well as the most insane. He has the power to manipulate droughts, firestorms, tornados, and dust storms. Can fire a beam of fire or heated wind at the opponent.
(Earth/Fire-Based)

- Rós represents the right head and is the more cold and calculating individual, often considered to be the most cautious. He has the power to manipulate blizzards, as well as hail and ice storms, etc). Can fire a beam of ice/cold energy or chilling wind at the opponent.
(Ice-Based)

- Drakairós is the combination of all three dragons into one body. All three heads act independently with one another, however the middle head has most of the control due to his intelligence. Any form of weather can be used in this form, whether it be hurricanes, heatwaves, snowstorms, or otherwise, as well as their respected beams. If these separate beams combine to make a "uni-beam", its power is enough to wipe out entire villages.

Realm:
Zepharios, The Palace Of Storms

Above the tallest peaks within the chilling North, a large swirling dark vortex serves as a portal to Drakairós' domain. No mere mortal can reach it unless they are able to fly and even then the chaotic skies act as a natural barrier against foreign invaders. Yet those who manage to survive the strong galeforce winds and the cackling thunder that yearns to strike you down of the "Vortex of Zephyr", may find themselves greeted to the heavenly atmosphere that is the Palace of Storms. You'd plant yourself on a golden road, her stones gleaming brightly as the ethereal skies above are filled with bright orange and pink vibrance, forever casting a benevolent sunset. Follow the path and you'll reach the massive greek-styled palace, coated from divine ash-white marble with golden highlights. Amongst it, floating islands can be seen randomly dotted across the place, with several low-hanging chunks just barely peaking over the swirling ocean of clouds.

However, one mustn't always expect such a beautiful marvel if they dare to climb up the vortex. Depending on the golden dragon's mood and/or the time of the year, one might find themselves still encapsulated in the dark chaotic storm, fueled by heavy rains, and even more powerful winds. Cyclones may also be often seen causing mute destruction in the distance. Or perhaps one might encounter a blanket of snow and ice covering the golden path and the islands nearby. And yet all of this can change within mere seconds.

Biography:
As one of the first gods, Drakairós plays an important part in keeping the realm of Tabrasa balanced. The weather is under his very control and he'll do anything that he deems fit, along in establishing a region's climate and the survival of the mortals below him. The mortals constantly worship the God of Weather, for his abilities shape the very foundations of their civilization. With a steady supply of blessings, they'll be often guaranteed rain for their crops, and sometimes spared of severe weather patterns.. Yet they also fear him, for if they allow themselves to criminally dishonor or insult the hydra god, they will be severely punished for their insolence. They can be met with a whole number of punishments - hurricanes, tornados, droughts, floods, blizzards - anything that which can bring an entire town to its knees. Only once the mortals redeem themselves through sacrifice and grand blessing would Drakairós spare them from death and bring about the necessary change in order to have them survive.

Very little is known regarding his origins, yet legends have stated that Drakariós was once very different compared to his current state. In the beginning, he only a single dragon, with only one head. Known simply as Dra, he once prowled the world on his lonesome, and had virtually no powers. His only power was simply though flight and he scoured the world for food and self-purpose. While he often was able to receive food, the weather around him was utterly chaotic and more often then not drove away his prey. Whenever this happened, the dragon was forced to follow the retreating prey for miles and miles on end before being able to capture them again. It was always a tiring journey and he absolutely disliked migrating randomly from day to day just to find hunt.

But one day, when on a hunt for a giant bird creature, Dra encountered an artifact that would change his life. The dragon discovered a bright silver rock, which unbeknownst to him was a weather divine cord. Having been ravenous for food for the past several days, the dragon ate the stone and was greeted to an unexpected outcome. His body surged with this newfound power and he eventually found himself in control of the weather itself. He could control when and where the storms flew, as well as manifest blizzards and droughts in order to drive out food prey into the open for Dra to capture and eat. He quickly established himself as a god and was equally quick to be worshipped by the mortals for his tremendous power. For a time, he really seemed to master his once worse enemy...

Well, almost.

While he surged in magical energy, it eventually became too much for him to handle. The amount of magic slowly began to strain his long, slender body as he was constantly riddled with terrible aches and pains. That along with the mortals demanding his powers all at once from one corner of Tabrasa to the other, also tired him immensely. If only there was some way he could control this power. Yet his prayers were answered as his body began to morph in order to keep the magical energy balanced through his body. His body began to fluctuate, his tubular body transforming into a powerful and muscular vessel, and suddenly grew two heads, each carrying a portion of Dra's power. The only drawback was that certain portions of his psychi would be placed into each head.

Dra's left head, Kai, would inherit his destructive and insane side, whilst controlling the power of drought, firestorms, and tornados. He acts almost purely upon burning empathy.

His right head, Ros, would inherit his cold yet calculating side, controlling and manipulating the power of blizzards and other cold weather patterns. He acts almost purely upon cold logic.

Dra was left as the leading head, still having major influence over his two conjoined subjects, and kept his reasonable and logical side. He represents a balance between the two head's ideals of thinking.

And if he needs to be in separate locations at once, they can split into three dragons and portal their way towards their destined location.

Thus Drakairós was born.

Today, he's usually seen high within his Palace or soaring across the land with today's weather close behind him. Rarely does he join with the rest of the god's debates revolving around their politics, for he has virtually no interest unless directly mentioned.

Notes:
TBA

Misc:

- Drakairós is actually a combination of the words "Draco" (Latin for "Dragon") and "Kariós" (Greek for "Weather"), essentially making the rough translation of "Weather Dragon".

"Put it on OUR Tabula."

WE ARE DRAKAIRÓS

The Chant of Drakariós

Relationships

Oao - (A Lowly Wretch)
"A tragic soul. The Yin of Yang, as humanity calls her. Not even the darkest corners of my chaotic storms can help hide her ethereal presence."
"Heed with caution, Dra. If unleashed to her fullest potential, we may never get to see the sun again. And wouldn't that be unfortunate Kai?"
"*hisses discontently*"

Ferron - (Leotamer)
"The blacksmith. His affinity for his work is apparent. Whilst my skin is already as strong as tenfold-shields - my teeth swords and my claws spears - his work has benefited others who desire it."
"Watch. He'll make a god-killing weapon in the form of, say a hammer, and give it to some vengeful mortal against us. Everyone would ought to blame Ferron for his incompetence and inconsideration."
"His weapons can cause destruction! And destruction causes chaos! I rather like him!"

Sveiand - (jetipster)
"A necessary component and one of the only persons I trust. Without him, my blizzards would be rendered futile."
"An admirable fellow. While usually giving a cold shoulder, he projects order and balance. I wouldn't say the same for his anthesis however..."
"I HATE THE COLD!"

Ragnagedon - (Legion02) -
"Ahhhhh, he and I think alike! The world must burrrrrrn! Burn! Burn! Burn it all to the ground! Let the rivers vaporize and the forests blaze! Bawahaha!"
"Barbaric. All he does is destroy. Let him loose and he'll burn this entire realm to ash."
"Balance is a necessary component in this world. A forest fire can allow new life to emerge from the rich soil. As long as he is kept in check, he proves nought a threat. Distant kinship may be shared within his draconic body, but I'll admit, you'll not get far with him with small talk."

Hyperion - (Lmpkio)
"Where there is darkness and chaos, Hyperion comes to engulf them in light. Where there is evil, he comes to put it in order. Yet whilst he's been slightly more passive since the old crusade years ago, he must never again cause collateral damage in his wake. Balancing both elements is the only thing that can keep him at bay."
"If his full potential is unleashed, he is also just as powerful and destructive as the darkness... if not more so."
"Too bright!"

Apolios - (Archangel89)
"Hyperion's blinding lap-dog! So bright I can't even see his fuckin' face!"
"The lesser war-like 'cousin' of that brutish crusader. Quite the pleasant fellow, despite the fact that one good look at him will virtually burn your retinas off."
"Without the warm embrace of the sun, life would struggle to live in a depressing world of shadow. Where Hyperion brings upon hard light, Apollos brings a smoothing embrace to aid to lives of others. His affinity for mortals is heartening, but will it be enough to guide them through a path of holiness?"

Nerplaguis (Lmpkio)
"The plague doctor... one shudders to imagine what inhuman thoughts lie behind that mask. His affinity for causing mayhem through plagues is one that's certainly vile. And if the rumors are true..."
"You know, many people say that my affinity for cold brings em' a bad case of the colds. Not my fault he somehow made those viruses more affective in cold temperatures. Seviand's not gonna be swell on that notion."
"SICK EM'! LET THEM SUFFER THE PLAGUES OF DESTRUCTION! AND... AH... AHCHOO!"

Van Kurr - (Vega7)
"Oh, this arsehole. He may not be as outgoing as Ragnagedon, but he's still just as annoying. Smug bastard thinks the oceans will one day claim the seas and is willing to wait on it. Ha! Fat chance it will."
"Two-thirds of our power derives exclusively from the water itself - most coming from the oceans. Without them, there would be no such thing as a rain cycle. Without rain, there's no water. Without water, no ice... and ultimately no life. Whilst his attitude is unfortunately misplaced for us to like him fully, we must be fortunate to be able to borrow this power for the good of the realm."
"Fire hates water! Water hates fire! That means I hate this water-loving wet noodle!"

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Iva'Krorh - (Rune_Alchemist)
"Arrogant fool. To think he's above all others due to his obsession with absolute knowledge, this power can corrupt absolutely. And it definitely shows. I shudder to think what else he knows... and the costs it will take for us to know."
"You'll have to give credit where it's due, Rós. It's an admirable goal. Without history, we can not learn from the mistakes we and the mortals have caused prior. And to keep a library of knowledge that can provide us with easy access to all we need, despite the costs involved, it is quite impressive."
"NEEEEEEERD!"

Dirka - (Dealdric)
"Without magic, the gods would not be as powerful as we are. Yet her grasp in reality has faltered since her inception. I worry greatly for her."
"I find her rather hilarious. Insane she might be, with arrogance rivaling that of the Librarian's, I revel within her cold yet humorous criticism of others. I do not care how she thinks of us - only as long as she continues with her jokes are my feelings mutual."
"One more joke about us and we'll make sure to roast her alive!"

Somler - (thewizardguy)
"He's quite the mysterious one, hiding amiss the storms that we carry. We ought to visit him some day."
"An enigma to be sure. Why is he here? What can he do? The more we ask, the more broader the questions. I suggest we be cautious."
"DESTROY WHAT WE CANNOT UNDERSTAND!"

Iarus (Deception) - (Archangel89)
"Precisely the reason I never fully trust anybody. Lies and deception can bring ruin to the ignorant."
"LIES! DECEPTIONS! HE IS NOTHING BUT TROUBLE! AND TROUBLE MUST BURN!"
"His presence is seen within every conversation with every single being. To identify what is and what isn't a lie, will certainly drive the truth out eventually. Yet you cannot trust anything with the master of deception himself."

Updated: Iarus (Fear)

"Looks like too much power has crept into that little pale head of his. It can definitely be considered an upgrade for his power stature, but boy does it make him arguably the most hated god in all the realm. And I've always thought Ragnagedon was bad already...
"FINALLY SOME RECOGNITION FOR THE GREAT FIRE GOD! BUT THIS GOD OF FEAR DESERVES NO SUCH TITLES OTHER THAN HE SUCKS!"
"There is no illusion greater than fear. Fears can be overcome, although not all fears are created equal. Only the strongest wills can break the shackles of their worst dreads. But still, heavy caution must be held highly within his presence..."

Azhriel - (Kalas)
"Bah! Another fool requesting a balancing act! Run back to your little Hell-realm and do your job!"
"Our very existence lies in balancing the weather, Kai. Without balance, the entire world alters for the worst. Azhriel's job in guiding and housing souls is an honorable activity. We wouldn't want to deal with a horde of vengeful spirits overrunning this realm for their own vengeance."
"Another person I can trust with relative ease. I pity that he must constantly deal with the fiery barbarian's wrath."

Dao Rugadh - (Vega7)
"Ah Mekhzier. Or was it Gedag? Iba? What name does he refer to himself these days? ... Dao Rugadh? Really? What a repulsive name. Why can't he just stick with one? And an easy one at that? Might I recommend the simple Dave? Anyways, I care not for him."
"Memories can be a valuable thing to keep, as well as some worthy to be purged from the mind. I have little experience with him, but his affinity for mortals is... perplexing. Amidst his bizarre obsession, he's tolerable."
"All I need to remember is nothing but who we've punished!"

Gammaton - (Stern Algorithm)
"This realm has no need for petty laws! It has always been survival of the fittest and that it must remain! Besides, it's fun to see the little mortals fight each other to the death, bawhaha!"
"I do not care for the laws he provides, provided they do not harm our daily form of life. Still, one must be aware of any secret agendas he might have..."
"Laws are necessary to bring balance and order to civilization. While I barely plant my head down into political conflict, there are times that we must be present. He seems to mean well however."

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Hayim - (Duoya)
"BAWHAHAHA! LOOK HOW TINY HE IS! WE CAN SIMPLY SQUASH HIM LIKE THE BUG HE IS! WHAT A PATHETIC LITTLE INSECT!"
"Can you get your mind off destruction and chaos for just ONE minute, Kai? I swear you are more annoying than Ragnagedon himself. Ugh... Right. Hayim. He acts like a child with the same childish ideals."
"He means well. Life ought to be preserved for as much as they can, but every organism will eventually perish, whether it takes days, months, years, or millennia. My storms can save the very people desperate for thirst in the mountains, but drown a small village by the base. Do I intend it? Not always. Death is simply inevitable. It can only be delayed. I hope he understands this in due time."

Anu'Varr - (Lord Zee)
"The Devil herself. Her devilish intentions and her dislike for both gods and mortals alike is rather.. problematic. Although I cannot say that it's not completely without reason..."
"And not a truly good reason at it. She's a menace upon this very realm. I have no reason to side with her upon any circumstances. Let her rot like the whore she is."
"These mortals have no right to live... but we gods are superior! If she wants to make us her slaves, then she will taste the bitterness of defeat!"

Naswaru - (ReusableSword)
"The huntsman. Our dependence on him is immeasurable. For a time, we deemed hunting as a lingering chore. Now with only a single storm cloud, we can bring the prey directly to us."
"We can essentially cheat the system. Yet Naswaru is always up for a good challenge. We must prepare for whatever he throws next."
"As long as we get food, we will not argue. If we don't, we shall eat him for dinner!"

Ral - (Noodles)
"He and Ferron are dangerous. Yet while Ferron has done little to no wrongs as of yet, this boy will one day doom us all with his carelessness. "
"We do not care for wealth! Our skin is worth much more than all of his treasures combined!"
"His generosity will be his downfall. To carelessly give away treasure and mystical items to a force of chaos will cause disarray across the realm. Greed poisons mortal souls. If anything, I suggest he has someone guard the island and ensure who is worthy or not. I believe a dragon may do."

Baina Ez Voios - (ZekariVoblis)
"How utterly... repulsive. I do not wish to know from where in Hell's mouth she came from... yet she's more mild than I initially thought. It's concerning to me... and not in a good way."
"Conquest in inevitable to those who desire power all for themselves. In society, there will always be those who must assert their power in order to control. Some do so peacefully, most do it violently, yet only those with the strongest of wills are the ones willing to act upon their beliefs. Other than her ominous intentions of conquest, her childlike demeanor is rather... charming in a strange way."
"WE MUST CONQUER THIS REALM FOR OURSELVES!"

Creations

Ice Dragons: - A Verzakian Dragon born from the bone-chilling touch of Sveiand and empowered with Rós' blizzard breath, the two gods created a new subspecies of dragon that serve as the antithesis to Ragnagedon's dragons. They look virtually similar to their fiery brethren, only they glow an cold light-blue color, have ice spikes and crystalized portions on their bodies, and most notably that they breathe out a super-charged ice breath from their beaked mouths. If more Verzakian dragons are to be liberated from being their master's slaves, ice dragons can very well become a new species that live in the coldest portions of Tabrasa and are to be commanded by Seviand and Drakairós.

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Hyperion, God of Light

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Name:
Hyperion | God Of Light | Lord Primarch | His Royal Majesty

Domain:
The Light

Appearance:
Standing at an imposing 3 meters tall (9'10") and covered in divine golden armor, Hyperion is nothing short in being an incredibly daunting figure even in his human form. Behind his radiating helmet and his voice of order, two glowing white eyes are all what can be seen of his face with the rest concealed within its shade. A bright halo can be seen hovering above his head and has two massive wings jetting from his back to cast shade on those unworthy to see the light that shines behind him. In fact, wherever he goes, he projects a rather bright light from his body, reminding everyone who he comes in contact with who he is.

Realm:
Terratoria, The Radiant Palace

Known by many as simply "The Radiant Palace", Terratoria is located on the highest peak of Serphrates, the island left of the main continent. It's a majestic holy palace that is covered with gold marble walls and always shines a valiant hue from the peak at all times. The palace is hidden above the clouds that lay just below the mountain's peak but the trek up for a mere mortal is exhausting given how tall the mountain is. While there exists secret portals deep within the mountain that allows people to bypass most of the hike upwards, they are extremely well hidden and are only used for his ground-based military forces to traverse quickly to and from the palace. Even then, Hyperion could simply teleport the individual to him if he so wishes.

Surrounding the mountain also exists a seal that only prevents beings of darkness and pure chaos from reaching the palace without suffering major burns of holy light within a several mile radius. It's essentially a security system that determines who and who isn't worthy in greeting the God of Light. This seal is provided by a large golden monolith located deep inside the palace and guarded by priests and a selected few angelic warriors. If this monolith was to fall, the seal will be broken and darkness and chaos can approach the palace with no problem. Even then, they'd have to get past a large army of angels before they can attempt to lay waste to it, along with Hyperion himself if he's present.

Biography:
Darkness. The pitch black of the unknown is a mysterious entity. So dark, so cold, so... foreboding. Most mortals are afraid of it, for it's anyone's guess at what might jump out of it. Only light can possibly peel away through the bleak shadows, providing a path for everyone to traverse safely and without fear. Yet without darkness, there can be no light, no good without evil, no happiness amongst grief, for nothing can exist if it's direct opposite does not also exist. This is what the God Of Light, Hyperion, struggles to understand as he tries to strive a balance between both he and his greatest nemesis, all whilst attempting to satiate his inner desire to bathe the entire realm in light. It's a hard thing to manage for someone with such great responsibilities to hold.

When the world first began, and when the first ray of sunlight shined upon the newly virgin lands of Tabrasa, Hyperion was born into existence. As one of the first gods to be born, his role would be to shine his divine light to every corner of the realm and to vanquish all darkness and evil from it. And for a significant portion of his life, that's exactly what he attempted to do. For it was all that he was ever told and that he only knew upon his creation. Having created the golden palace of Territoria on the peak of Mt. Peratubo, on the island of Serphrates left to the main continent, he assembled a vast army of angels and other holy entities to help him on his crusade against this vile enemy. Darkness lead to evil and, according to him, it must be purged to save the world from complete corruption. Their source, Sister Oao - the goddess of darkness - will be exterminated.

But as he lead his army all around Tabrasa, the years ticking by, Hyperion's goal continued to stray farther and farther from his iron grasp. No matter what he did, how he did it, and when he did it, the darkness never completely shunned from his vision. It was always one step ahead. Whenever he would purge a dark portion with his divine light, would the shadows engulf another portion of the land. For the longest time he tried to beat the odds but eventually he had to come to terms with his predicament. His divine conquest - his quest to bring light to every portion of the realm - will never be achieved. What he had learned instead was that it all revolved around balance. Without darkness, there can be no light. And the collateral damaged that had been unintentionally caused in his wake is simply unacceptable. This was the painful truth he had to deal with. Yet even then, he was still conflicted about his duty. He still desired the world to be bathed in this holy light, one that mortals looked up too with praise, as they abhorred the darkness. They believed in his cause. The majority wanted Hyperion to win. And somehow, with their praise, there is still hope in that happening... someway... somehow...

Reluctantly suppressing his desire to purge his arch-nemesis for the meantime, he was forced to humble himself and rather than spending his time on the frontlines, he ought to tend back to his kingdom of Terratoria and establish it further. He headed home and began to focus on the problems it was suffering, tending more to the needs of the people with compassion, creating more space for homes and crops, amongst others. He made it that his kingdom would come first before anything else, for it was his duty to keep his home safe. He became more pragmatic as a result. Even then, he also attempt to make amends to the other gods around him, establishing secure relationships with his allies. Yet despite his attempts to distract himself, he never did forget about his encoded orders. Whilst he does promote the balance of light and darkness, he still wants to purge what he proclaims as "chaos" and achieve his initial goals as a whole. While the wrath his old persona is currently more akin to a slumbering beast, with notable exceptions, when it awakes, all will feel his divine judgement upon the world of Tabrasa.

Notes:
N/A

Misc:

- Hyperion's voice is based on Doctor Fate's from Injustice 2.

"Put this on thy holy tabula."

Hyperion's Anthem

Relationships

Oao - (A Lowly Wretch)
"For countless centuries have I attempted to snuff-out my antithesis - the darkness that plagues these lands. Yet no matter what I do, she never fully ceases to exist. But I believe that my guiding light shall prevail in the end, within the realm's darkest hour... that I'm nearly certain of."

Apolios - (Archangel89)
"My light carries his brilliant radiance wherever he goes. He is a good friend, trustworthy, and he is welcome to make his part on the glorious land of Territoria. May his sunlight never cease to shine."

Ferron - (Leotamer)
"His skills within the realm of crafting are without equal. He never fails to impress me with his work he puts so much time into. I've always wondered how the world would look like without his creations."

Sveiand - (jetipster)
"Behind his bitter cold persona, he too values to see peace and order throughout the realm. We see eye-to-eye on this simple matter. Yet his mood can change as abruptly to a thundering blizzard, so one ought to keep within his good side."

Ragnagedon - (Legion02) -
"The heretical war god shall forever remain a heretical god. His army rivals my own, yet abuses it simply to cause unrestrained chaos and mayhem. This agent of chaos will fall under my divine light."

Drakairós - (Lmpkio) -
"The God of Weather plays a pivotable part in nature. Whilst we crossed paths as enemies during the Old Crusade, I've begun to respect him admirably for keeping the weather patterns in check. Indeed, he's a powerful ally that you'd want to have on your side in battle."

Nerplaguis - (Lmpkio)
"Such heretical manners to rid the weak through these horrid, sickly, means. To be part of a plague that wipe out millions in just a few weeks, is a process worse than dying in combat itself. May he suffer a terrible fate to attune to his horrendous crimes."

Van Kurr - (Vega7)
"I mourn for the people who have been drowned by his hand. Whilst I consider his dominion as necessary for life to exist, I cannot agree with his actions in trapping souls for his own will. I will restore his victims back into the light if they ever come back onto land again."

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Iva'Krorh - (Rune_Alchemist)
"The Mad Librarian. Whilst I respect his actions as a lore keeper, his obsession for knowledge has caused his sanity to crumble right before his eyes. For knowledge is power, and in the end this power may ultimately lead to further corruption."

Dirka - (Dealdric)
"Her creativity with magic never ceases to wonder me, yet it's all at the cost of her own mind. She walks a grey path between the light and the dark. May her soul wisely pick the right path."

Somler - (thewizardguy)
"A walking enigma, his fearfulness of the outside world drives him into hiding. Yet as far into the woods he may go, light will eventually unveil the answers long hidden since the beginning. He cannot hide in darkness forever."

Iarus - (Archangel89)
"He plays a foul game of heresy. Deception does nothing but shroud the truth in utter darkness. The light never deceives those who embrace it."

Iarus (Fear) - (Archangel89)

"Fear is a powerful agent against progress and development. The dark spire had tempted him to corrupt his mind and deceive himself into become one with fear. Once an enemy of some, he has become an enemy of everyone - one that must be eliminated by any means necessary."

Azhriel - (Kalas)
"I've lost many of my men during the Crusades of old. Without him, their souls would find no peace and forever would their ghosts haunt the world. I admire all that he has done to preserve them and ultimately in protecting this realm."

Dao Rugadh - (Vega7)
"The ambitions he constantly strives for, may perhaps be his downfall. Even the methods how he interferes with mortal knowledge is rather concerning. He'll need to be put on a tight leash."

Gammaton - (Stern Algorithm)
"He and I share very similar ideals. We both desire peace and order throughout the realm and to vanquish chaos and discord. Perhaps I should recruit him for an experiment I have in mind regarding the mortals..."

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Hayim - (Duoya)
"How everyone wishes to be as naive and innocent like him. Yet without his services, my clerics wouldn't be capable in healing my injured men in battle. It's a debt that I unfortunately may never be able to fully repay to him - unless he wouldn't mind a trip around the realm as payment."

Anu'Varr - (Lord Zee)
"Devilry is one of the highest forms of heresy. Her affinity to cause chaos for the mortals is nauseatingly disturbing. Let the light purify her shrouded past and guide her back on the right path, or have her face complete annihilation."

Naswaru - (ReusableSword)
"A divine blessing in disguise. He has helped in the creation of some of my finest warriors... and some of their worst enemies. Regardless, his manifestations have been utilized by my men as a source of food and opponents for them to battle in order to keep them on their feet. "

Ral - (Noodles)
"The Treasure-hoarder is perhaps more generous than he gives himself credit for. Yet if this generosity has no limits, there's bound to be chaos when the power is wielded by the unworthy. He must be supervised at all costs."

Baina Ez Voios - (ZekariVoblis)
"My great crusades were nothing but my efforts in conquering the darkness and those aligned with her. While I still desire to rid this world of chaos, I am forced to acknowledge the act of balance - only engaging when the hand of heresy stretches too far beyond her boarders. And yet... I still believe they must be conquered completely for the sake of this realm's survival."

Creations

Spear Of Longinus: - Hyperion's holy lance is embedded with divine light that allows him to control and wield light to his advantage. He can use it for simple requirements such as providing a light source, to more complicated actions such as promoting light-based attacks. Such attacks vary including firing light beams from the tip, erecting a protective bubble of holy light around him and his allies, and can be used to buff his attacks against opponents who primarily use darkness.

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Nerplaguis

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Name:
Nerplaguis | "Nergualis" | "Plagueis" | "The Mad Scientist" | "The Black Death"

Domain:
Disease

Appearance:
Nerplaguis is a tall and lanky figure, standing around 6'3" (1.905 Meters) and casts a long shadow wherever he goes. He wears a black robe, riddled with pockets, as well as wearing specialized leather gauntlets, long sturdy boots, and sports a bird-like pale white mask with a long jagged beak. When he walks around, a trail of black smoke dissipates behind him and is often carrying his staff as well as a lantern of green flame. Not much is known about what lies beneath these thick garments, although there are many wild speculations. Some say that he's a sickening corpse, with decomposing flesh, sickening bubos, and his guts being practically visible in his chest region. Others say that he's simply an anthropomorphic bird, who wears this outfit to mask his identity from the others. However, no one really knows for certain.

Nerplaguis can also transform into different animals, with his most common form being that of a large raven, often used for espionage in the real world. He can also transform into a wisp of gas/smoke/disease, allowing him to get through tight spaces and for even better espionage.

Realm:
The Laboratory Dungeons of Nergalis

Deep within the caves in the mountains north of Verzak, lies Nerplaguis' personal laboratory dungeons. It is a dark and wretched place, filled with the scent of everlasting death and decay, as it plagues the gothic stone-walls of this hideaway. This area is so toxic, that unless the visitors are immune to disease or wear a specialized mask that Nerplaguis provides for his VIPs, they risk getting intoxicated and sick. Even the gods aren't at all safe from what they may breathe in. This is where every great disease, mutation, strain, and disorder are created in, with the plague god always experimenting with new ingredients that he fines across the realm. Shelves of books, potions, and ingredients cover most of his workshop, along with specialized syringes and other weird contraptions that would help him spread his infectious creations. He snatches random test subjects from nearby villages and plants them in cold, barred, cells weekly, and infects them with his latest creations, where he watches as they slowly wither away in pure agony.

The only entrance to the laboratories can be found near the north base of the mountains, leading into a labyrinth of sprawling cave systems. For those unfamiliar with the cave system it is a daunting task to find their way in and out. In addition, several Plague Sentinels guard the laboratories and the cave systems leading directly to it, wielding their sickly blades to strike down those who get too close.

Biography:
Nerplaguis is often seen as a scheming, psychopathic, alchemist working deep within the confines of his personal laboratories, whilst sporting a cruel sense of humor and taste in entertainment. As the god of disease, he regulates domain and overseeing every plague, sickness, illnesses, strains, disorders, and mutations he creates with a high praise of sadistic professionalism. He's notoriously infamous for kidnaping random mortals from all around the realm, unbiased regarding their race, gender, ethnicity, age, and what not, and uses them as live test subjects for him to test his newest concoctions. And whilst they suffer, screaming in agony or whimpering in the dark corners of their prison cell, he simply watches them for days on end for pure entertainment until they die. Once affirming their effectiveness, he plants the disease in a random person somewhere in the outside realm and waits for all hell to break loose. For many viewing from the outside, Nerplaguis is a cruel and mentally compromised psychopath who cares not for the lively hood of mortals and threatens to plague the entire realm with the worse diseases imaginable. All of this is simply a game to him.

But Nerplaguis does have standards and recognition regarding his status. His overall purpose in releasing his diseases are simply to manage population control over those who have grown far too big in population to simply be killed off by traditional means. He would test his new diseases on selected test subjects first before releasing them to his selected demographic, often wiping out their members to a significant degree so that others may allow themselves to live. And what about those who have survived his experiments in the cell? What about those rare few who have been exposed to the most horrid diseases in his arsenal and yet still be able to survive and heal?

He often just lets them go.

The God of Disease believes that his diseases aren't simply killing everyone just for the sake of killing, but rather rattling out the weak and making way towards the strong. Those who've survived his worse experiments have overcame odds that most men would simply falter too. And he treats them with a heavy amount of respect. But these specimens are incredibly rare and it still wouldn't justify the unethical methods he issues towards his subjects and how he doesn't bother maintaining them once they are outside. He just lets them do their thing until they wither out on their own and thus he's back to creating a new plague.

But rumors had been steadily roaming around Tabrasa regarding some of Nerplaguis' most disturbing projects. It's been said that he has sicknesses stored away that are so toxic and so contagious, that it can effect the gods themselves. Whilst his laboratories are already toxic enough to potentially make the gods sick already, the fact that there are claims of him storing these biological weapons of mass divine destruction is certainly alarming. One only hopes that he never has to use them, at least when it comes to eradicating all life in the realm...

Notes:
TBA

Misc:

- Nerplaguis' Plague Sentinels are seen as mindless automatons reincarnated from surviving victims who chose to serve him, those claiming that they can't live without being dependent on sickness. Only four roam the laboratories thus far.

- According to Nerplaguis' himself, he claims that the first disease that he ever made was leprosy.

- Some of Nerplaguis' more tamer diseases, such as the common cold and fevers, had been disowned by him for their lack of effectiveness and tameness against mortals. These types can be easily cured, yet are also able to strengthen the immunity system slightly every time they are casted out from the person's body.

- Hayim is effectively his arch-rival, who's constantly trying to foil his plans by healing everyone infected by his touch.

- “Put this on my tabula”

Relationships

TBA

Creations

Every Sickness Ever - As the God of Disease, if there's anything that makes you sick, it most certainly would've been created by him. From minor pathogens, to roaring plagues, even manipulating parasites, mutagens, and disorders, Nerplaguis has an entire arsenal of "bioweapons" that can destroy the realm several times over.

Staff Of Ailment - Nerplaguis' staff allows him to create and manipulate disease to his will. He can send a large cloud of it to any nearby village and send an onslaught of plague-bearing animals, such as rats, to infect a larger town.

Plague Sentinels - Four giant hulking armored automatons guard Nerplaguis' laboratories, being made of the survivors who survived against his major experiments but are heavily reliant on these plagues to simply survive. They are casted upon with iron armor and carry plague-bearing swords which constantly reek of plague and illness.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

@Lmpkio - If the CS I read back on page four is still the correct one then from what I've read your character is confirmed for submission. You may feel free to post all three of him up on the characters tab. As for your request to make another god if you feel up to handling two then you are quite free to submit another CS for me to review.

- If you wanted an idea for what could have resulted in Drakarios splitting into three one such idea is that what he actually devoured back when he was a normal dragon was a newly born Divine Cord attuned to weather. He could of eaten it before it shaped a body around itself and just like any mortal being who absorbs a Divine Cord he'd of been subjected to radical changes which can include but are not limited to changes in personality and the development of new body features. Growing three heads that can separate into three separate bodies, two of which are divine constructs powered by the main body, is an entirely feasible change that Divine Cords can bring upon something.

@A Lowly Wretch

I can edit it to make it based around the divine cord thing. But that's the only change I'll do. After adding that, I'll add him in to the CS. Thanks! And sorry for my incompetence prior.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

Never mind - I think I managed it on my own through another edit. Still if you have ideas I may be able to accommodate for them.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

@Lmpkio - I'm afraid you should've asked. Mostly to verify if it would be something Ragnagedon would do. In your case, I'm afraid it wouldn't. Your dragon, even though in pain, is not desperate. In fact, he is imbued with great power. There is no way Ragnagedon would've blessed him to control the power. Besides, there is no way Ragnagedon would've just blessed him and that be that. Receiving his benediction is more like a curse. With death at the very end. Always. It would've amplified the divine power maybe, but your god would be suffering every step along the way and might be destined to die. So there are two problems: Ragnagedon wouldn't have given him his benediction and wouldn't have just blessed him with a head to control his power.

I'm sorry if this is a bit annoying to you. But I would prefer my character to stay true to himself.

@Legion02

Yeah I was already thinking I shot myself in the foot with that portion. To be fair, in a PM, jetipster mentioned something regarding the possibility her character blessing Drakairos in someway, so that's where I got the inspiration. I should've just asked however.

Well then... I'm a little lost at how this can go down. I could have Drakairos somehow grow two additional heads to accomodate with the growing power, but this could be implied as him being able to grow more heads (which he shouldn't do). But I wouldn't mind some backstory to add in at least one/two gods/goddesses.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

Also is it ok if I make one more god/goddess? Would at least have one more that's more humanlike if you know what I mean. I'll probably stop with two and no more but yeah, can I?

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

Alright, I made a new bio. I will admit I used both @jetipster and @Legion02's characters within the bio, however I will be gladly able to change it if they find something wrong with it. I should've asked them first, but I was just too in the middle of making it that I seemed to have forgot until it was too late. To be fair, they only play a rather minor role and I think their actions can make them be friends to Drakairos.

What do you guys think?