Sorry about my lack of appearances. At this point Im taking a much needed hiatus from here after 5 long years. Not sure when I'll be back, but it won't be for awhile... sorry about that... : (
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6 yrs ago
Revenge of the 5th has always been a thing tho...
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6 yrs ago
Do not forget about the GOD DAMN bacon.
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6 yrs ago
Once upon a time, I used to cheer for May the 4th... now I cry with disappointment. *Except Clone Wars S7 and the Mandalorian - they are awesome*
Through his fiery persona, the god looked upon the others that were lined up around the Architect. He was far from the only being to be born here. Many other unwanted brethren of his were also doing their things amongst one another. Already there was a plentiful portion of different things taking place all at once. Some gods were already conversing with another - like the slimy fish-god known as Shengshi and a snake-like dragon known as Arae. Some were being rambunctious little shits - with one particularly fiery lady daring to defy her Architectural Creator or the tiny godlet "Choppy" that cursed the word "fuck". And some - like Sartr himself - were fuming in absolute rage at the situation - such as the dark figure that is Orvus. And that monstrous abomination of an "orge" was just... well there.
And there were definitely gods that he knew he'd despise. In fact, from the minute of what he had already observed, he knew he was going to hate most of them.
And Sartr? He was alone. No one seemed to take very much note of him. He was far away from all the action that was taking place anyways. And frankly, he didn't care much for it all. In the meantime, he looked down at himself with flaming white-hot eyes to inspect his new form. Flames seethed from his molten body, with magma dripping from his thick luscious beard and down onto his toned abs. He was enwrapped in a fiery dance of deep reds, predominant oranges, bright yellows, and gleaming whites. And once he got to his feet, that's when he realized that he found himself completely in the nude. Even his mighty long sword happened to be showing.
A big, flaming, and... floppy "sword" at that...
What kind of weapon was this?
He'd then hear something emit from the Architect nearby as he spoke to the fiery woman.
'The fortitude of your frame, the blood in your hair and flesh, the very air that you breathe. I gave you all of this! Before I brought you here, you were nothing but a worthless echo, a formless shadow, doomed and trapped in the Beyond. Such a waste.'
But soon, his body reacted to the environment with rage as the furious flames circled around him with minds of their own. They wanted out from this dark, dank, place. They want to roam free and burn all that come across them. There was nothing of substance here worthwhile. Sartr clenched his fists in rage as he looked up at the architect with major abhorrence.
"YOU." he growled with a snarled expression, "WHY HAVE YOU BROUGHT US HERE? I WANT OUT OF THIS MISERABLE PLACE! I WANT TO ROAM AND LET THE FLAMES ENGULF THE WORLD! THERE IS NOTHING FOR ME HERE!"
His bellowing questions were perhaps loud enough to make his presence known at last, but whether or not they'd care much for a mere outsider was up to interpretation.
Sartr looks at the other gods from a distance, noting several individuals before looking upon his fiery, nude body.
After hearing the architect's remark on Seihdhara, he began to grow impatient in this realm and asks why he has summoned them here and that he wants out to wreck havoc with his flames instead.
Amongst the volley of primordial elements that swirled around in place, a flickering flame that had just sprung into a realm of darkness had little concept of its own divinity. Then, it found itself being sucked in by a power he could not understand. Instinctually, the flame ignited into a raging torrent of fire as it attempted to fight the fate that the powers had in store for it. Burning embers seethed off its flaming mass as it helplessly grasped onto anything that could be of use.
Yet it would all be for naught.
No matter what it did, the raging fires were futile against it's predetermined fate, as it gets sucked into the crevice below before it suddenly closed. The fire was confused. It was so utterly confused at the situation it found himself in. His inception brought a form of peace and calm to his state of mind - for it was static yet content.
Now here it was, in a cacophony of noises that echoed around as far as it could sense. Its peace was forever shattered and the darkness that it once called home for just that brief amount of time was no more.
And it made him furious.
If it could scream, its roar would rock an entire world right down to its very core. The volley of raging fire erupted into a swirl of enraged torment, circling around violently as if to free itself from this wretched place. It wanted out. It wanted everything to go back from where it came. It was not ready to make it out into the vast world. Yet its wrathful questions would go unanswered as a voice guided it elsewhere. An in an instant...
It found itself floating upon the watchful eye of the Architect himself.
But it wouldn't remain a ball of flame for long. For his anger quickly sprouted again, this time causing it to form a body for itself. No... himself. With a thunderous bellow, he rose from the ashes as he planted his first step out of his smoldering domain. The rest of his body would quickly begin to form, with his legs and arms following pursuit. He acted as a living, breathing torch amongst the new world of darkness. He had finally been born into the world.
For this was the birth of Sartravius - Heat incarnate.
I'm unfortunately going to have to leave this one.
It's been honestly reeeeeally fun being in this one. But alas, as I've stated before, I've been cleaning stock on some of the RPs and planning to set a limit, and unfortunately I have to put this one down. I really enjoyed playing Drakairos, Hyperion, and Nerplaguis, but alas I feel like I can't move on. If you want to incorporate or take any characters from my arsenal, you may gladly do so. To those who I've neglected - you know who you are - I have failed you. Please forgive me as I move on and if you want to use my characters as fit, or if anything use my guidance as you mold them into their own image, you may do so.
I hope this RP prospers once again and I bid you all farewell.
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