Sarcelle Renard

Starkissed

@Mae Having the hype thrusters on full blast inspired me to do a thing. I will update it as we get more CS's in the correct tab, but here is what I have so far:

The Pantheon

Rimguage / Jolly Pan the May God / God of Excess; Joy and Spring

Raydon / Raydark / Dark God of Blood and Bone

Ophelia / The Fair Maid Miosura / Endings and Beginnings

Aürelia Ostelas / Lorena / Goddess of the Oceans and Seas, Wrath & Mercy

Narcissa / Ylonia / Goddess of love, beauty, emotion and expression

Floran / Miselian / God of combat, war strategy, heroism and wisdom

Stalana / Demora, the Lady Death / Goddess of Death

Kanza / Tempus / Keeper of Time; It's Curator and Overseer

Ursine / Sobeki / Goddess of the Scarred, Predatorial, and Misunderstood

Geraldvardis / Voriskimaar / Dark God -The eternal follower, The God of Shadows

Noora Roven / Aena / Goddess of the Sun, Fire and Festivities

Blaine Carrigan/ Medb/ Goddess of balance, harmony and cycles

Feir / Ledo / God of Travelers

Fyldren / Melasi the Painter / Wayfaring and the Night Sky

Nanna / Brynhildr, the chooser of the slain, goddess of war, honor and battles

Dryden / Avaris / Dark Goddess of Thievery, Anonymity and Greed

Basilius / Akhyr / God of magic, dragons and rulership

Eilidh Ua Briain / The Morrígan / Death, War, Prophecy

Kenzie Moraitis / Aether / Bright Air

Thran / Izar'Alonoway, The Everstar / God of Starlight, Caretaker of the Stars

Valerie / Darya / Goddess of Laughter, Chaos and Confusion

Starkissed

@Mae

Feir
Locking crush (same as last time)
Love: Narcissa @Melo the plot sounds fun and I would hate to take away from Nissa's harem
Removed the rest as those characters aren't in this iteration

Persona - Academic Akrasia

@SMS @Crimmy @chukklehed

Yuuhei Seiho

Saturday Morning – Practice Building?

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The harsh grinding of machinery came to an abrupt halt. Even though he had to squint pretty hard to see it, Yuuhei watched the thing fall backward and begin to disintegrate all too quietly into a puff of black fumes. A tense handful of seconds passed as the trio watched the last bits of the thing finished fizzle into fumes. The silence that followed was heavy, but for once, Yuuhei simply could not think of anything to say.

"...Is it gone?” His attention turned to the fuzzy outline of Natsumi. ”Did we beat it?"

An odd cocktail of emotions washed over Yuuhei as he rolled himself over onto his back, his subordinate’s words bouncing around in his head. They had taken on something straight out of a twisted nightmare with nothing more than a broom and a handful of darts. By all accounts, it should have been them fading away from this world, but somehow they were the ones that came out on top.

"What just happened?"

Yuuhei had to stifle the urge to laugh, as the question was just impossible to answer in any kind of rational manner. Things had gotten so absurd that he would have gladly accepted that he had gone crazy and was hallucinating it all, yet the painful throbbing in his arms told him that was unfortunately not the case.

Before the blond could get a quip in, the dark haired girl, who was taking the whole cables-coming-out-of-her thing rather well, revealed that there were others trapped in the school. The revelation hardly surprised Yuuhei, but it did cause an odd grin to worm its way into his expression. Because despite the obvious danger that was engulfing him, there was no way he could be anything but excited to watch such an incomprehensible story unfold.

”Right then,” he muttered more to himself than anything, the novelty of being on the floor having well worn off for him. With clenched teeth and a small grimace, Yuuhei managed to pick himself off of the floor. With the strenuous part out of the way, it didn’t take long for the teen to meet up with the two girls.

”Sounds good to me,” he said perhaps a bit too simply, but now was hardly the time or place to deliberate on what they should do next. ”But before that, I’m Seiho Yuuhei,” he introduced himself, jerking his thumb at his mug for emphasis, ”And that’s Ishikawa Natsumi.”

As the name left his mouth, Yuuhei felt his his brows furrow a bit. 'Wait… It was Natsumi, right?’ A second passed and he turned his head towards the white haired girl in question, his expression beyond sheepish.

’Right…?’

Starkissed

@Mae as promised, here's Valerie. I've made a few minor changes to Darya, but only when it comes to her appearance. I'm also curious to see what everyone's doing when it comes to the reroll?

Valerie / Darya / Goddess of Laughter, Chaos and Confusion

⍚ Valerie; the strong and the blessed ⥥ 20 ⥥ female ⥥ heterosexual ⍚

"nothing's worth anything to dead men."

𝔐y 𝔐ortal ℭ𝔬𝔦𝔩

[ ⍚ ] A _{P P E A R A N C E}

A small girl, standing at a mere 5'4", with angelic features and doe-like eyes. Despite her harmless appearance, Valerie holds an air of challenge to her that has the brash cockiness that normally only a man could pull off in this day and age. Her azure eyes are fiery and intelligent - always moving, analysing and judging. Her porcelain skin would be unblemished if it were not for the scar running down her right cheek, obtained after being too cocky with a knife, which narrowly missed her eye by an inch or two. A slender, toned physique that is no stranger to exertion - it is surprising to find a good amount of muscle underneath the soft flesh of her arms and legs. A shock of white-blonde hair tends to be held back out of her face, as it is too thick and long to be let loose in battle.

The Mark of her curse is noticeable when not covered. A series of black symbols travelling down the nape of her neck in a neat line, a few degrees cooler that of the rest of her skin. They are slightly raised, almost like scars, and are usually concealed by her hair or her hood. When Valerie tests her abiltiies, further marks will appear on her skin in neat rows almost like some sort of text. As they first show up, they will appear to be smiliar to that of frostbite scars before slowly and painfully healing to form the ink-link patterns. As the Mark consumes her, she will most likely die of hypothermia as her vital organs will be too cold to properly function underneath the cooling sensation of the Curse.

[ ⍚ ] P _{E R S O N A L I T Y}

A spirited soul, to say the least. Valerie loves to surprise people with her strength and skill. Forgetting the fact that she's 5'4" and faerie-like in her beauty, she also happens to be female - which is the source of much judgement towards her in the first place. Her fiery nature is apparent upon first encounter, as she is a firm believer in the significance of first impressions, and, most of the time, what you see is what you get. She rarely shows fear, or any kind of weakness, really (which will most likely be the death of her) and brash attitude can seem almost bloodthirsty at times, so much so that you could almost think she was looking for a fight.

Valerie has an unexpectedly tender side to her; underneath all of the sharp quips and arrogant remarks. Truth be told, she happens to be a hopeless romantic. Although she may seem pessimistic a lot of the time, there is a part of Valerie that trusts in fate and karma and whatnot. Another softer aspect of Valerie is her sense of humour. She takes pride in making others laugh, often resorting to jokes or blunt statements to lighten the mood. This also brings to light her laugh - which is possibly the most unpredictable thing about her. It is a sound of true colour, and tends to shock people that hear it. It is so pure and genuine in comparison to her character, that it certainly has the power to change one's perception of Valerie completely.

That being said, while Valerie is a relatively sociable soul - she is foremost an independent girl. She finds it far more peaceful and efficient to work alone, so may show distaste towards having to share a task with someone else. She likes to do things in her own messy way, and, although it may seem like chaos, most of the time it turns out to be a work of art.

[ ⍚ ] B _{I O G R A P H Y}

With a mother of the Longear Tribe and a father of the Wolfrahg clan, Valerie was born with both beauty and ferocity. Her parents stuck to a life of travel, and they would often sleep under the stars rather than the usual tribe tents. Valerie herself grew to be a somewhat lonely child, much to her mother's dismay, and she would often sneak into nearby clan territory just to catch a glimpse of the other children. The majority of her childhood was spent in the shadows - watching from a distance. She did not dislike her parents for it, as they told her many times the story of how they had left behind their old ways to start a new life together, but she would still yearn to be a part of a tribe - to have a proper family.

Her parents' death was like a blow to the heart; swift and painful. Her mother had been forraging for food when a masked fiend struck her down with an arrow to the throat, resulting in her choking to death. Valerie's father, overcome by grief, led his daughter to the outskirts of the Wolfrahg territory and told her to stay there. He never came back.

Valerie, at first, was looked at with suspicion and distaste. The mysterious little girl at the edge of the woods. The Wolfrhag clan had recently noticed a spike in the number of creatures in the area, so, being the supersticious lot they were, were perhaps being a little too cautious of the fourteen year old. It wasn't until a curious youngster approached her and began stroking her wolfskin hood without a care in the world that the tribe recognised her as being one of them. After a lot of discussion, and one or two heated debates about whether she was a demon or not, Valerie was welcomed into the tribe with fierce affection that reminded her of her father. Her brash, outspoken side started to peek through as she trained and hunted and trained some more. A good chunk of her time was spent around men rather than women, and, although she received some grief for being a woman herself, she handled things on her own perfectly well. She is now one of the lead scouts of the Wolfrahg clan, and her being a newcomer is now no longer even a shadow at the back of her mind. She still remembers and mourns her mother and father, yes, but there was a reason as to why she was sent here - she's sure of it.

Memories Retained: Ignore for now

𝔐y ℑmmortal 𝔖𝔬𝔲𝔩

⍚ Darya, the illusion ⥥ Goddess of Chaos, Laughter and Confusion ⥥ Female ⥥ Pansexual ⍚

<Snipped quote by Unknown>

[ ⍚ ] G_{O D L Y A P P E A R A N C E}

It is surprising to most, at first glance, that Darya is not a Dark Goddess. Her hair is a deep violet colour, typically bundled into a messy updo and decorated with an assortment of feathers, tribal jewellery, and an abundance of apparently permanent glitter.

Her irises are a fathomless ink black - ever shifting and unreadable. She has an array of tattoos across her body, most of which reflect a significant circumstance in her life. Her height is never the same for long, as is the way her voice sounds. One minute its soft as silk, the next it is as violent as the clashing of thunder. Her figure is lithe and graceful, shrouded in a deep midnight cloak that twinkles softly with bells of laughter every time she moves.

[ ⍚ ] K _{N O W N F O R}

- A beautiful laugh
- Tricks and pranks
- Speaking in riddles
- Weaving false tales
- Is represented by a single bat.

[ ⍚ ] F _{O R M A T I V E M O M E N T S I N H I S T O R Y}

Darya came into existence upon the first peak of laughter uttered by mankind. From then on, she has been in the essence of every giggle, chuckle or snicker. Her job, at first, was a simple one: to be the lightening of a mood, the ease of tension, the humour in a dark story. Of course, as the mortal population grew, so too did their conflicts. Soon, there was no laughter - no joy. Just war and grief.

It was then that Darya discovered the art of veiling. He was able to detach mortals from reality with a mist in a sort of daze, where instead of anger and bloodlust and hurt, they felt...lost. She named this confusion. Her job became far more difficult after that - sprinkling the most of chaos and confusion to protect her beloved mortals from each other and to allow them to keep on laughing.

Before the first encounter with her Starkissed, Darya was forgetful, single-minded and...well, a little eccentric. Most of the other Gods would avoid her for this reason, seeing her only as an insignificant child God of some minor skill. If only they knew of how she kept the world in order. It did not make her bitter, but she was saddened by the loneliness. Many a time would be try to befriend some poor mortal, but with a single touch from her, their minds would crumble into incomprehensible thoughts. Later, this would be named Dementia. Darya had heard of the other Gods finding a partner, a soulmate that they protected as if they were more valuable than themselves, but she had never once believed that she would find one herself. When she did, though, mortals all over their world found themselves laughing more and enjoying their chaotic ways of living far more than they did before.

Her curse was thrust upon her one night as she was waiting to meet her Starkissed as she usually did. It came disguised as a small silver bag - not unlike her own, which contained her veil powder. When she opened the bag, however, the last thing she saw was dark trendles of smoke snaking around her immortal body before everything went black. An immeasurable time of darkness passed until she woke up as Valerie, with no recollection of her former glory.

𝔐y 𝔊ifts 𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫

[ ⍚ ] S _{K I L L S E T}
Three General skills to start and up to two combat abilities. Due to the setting you may also have 1 Survival ability.

• Intimidating Valerie, although being a woman, can seem a tad overbearing to begin with. This tends to unnerve others, as her brash unpredictability can be seen as both alluring and dangerous.
• Intelligent Depsite the fact that it may seem as if Valerie has a warrior's mindset of 'kill this, eat that', she is actually surprisingly articulate. No, she certainly isn't one of the brightest stars in the sky - bury she is far more clever than others tend to give her credit for.
• Judge of character it may be the fact that Valerie was the Goddess of Confusion, so can see past lies and deception, or it may just be her ability to see the good in almost everyone, but Valerie finds herself particularly skilled at seeing the true intentions of those she meets.

• Hiding Valerie just so happens to be pretty good at staying undetected. After a childhood spent lurking in the shadows, she knows more about blending into the background that your average person.
• Axe-wielding not your most lady-like choice of weapon, for sure but it definitely can do a lot of damage in Valerie's hands. Her axe becomes an extension of her arm when she fights, which is not something to underestimate.
• Dodging due to her lacking in height, Valerie finds moving around her opponent far easier than if she was a huge mass of muscle. She likes to make her moves in one fluid dance, always being one step ahaead.

[ ⍚ ] A _{B I L I T I E S}
These will unlock as we continue.

Life Force: 0/0 (ignore for now)

Clear-mindedness: Weakest Ability
The Goddess of Confusion, confused? That just doesn't make sense.

Revealing tricks and lies: Darya has the ability to know when she is being deceived. Purposeful lies call out to her, and she can spot them as if they were obvious in the first place. This power does have loopholes, however, and certain ways of saying things can get past her.

True intent: A development from discovering falsehood, Darya can see one's true intentions of their actions. She must watch firsthand these actions before discovering their purpose, though.

Lucidity control: Darya can sense and manipulate the coherence/lucidity of herself, people, animals and other creatures by channeling lucidity, meaning she can alter the clarity in which others think. This links into the fact that when she is her immortal self, Darya cannot touch a mortal without jumbling their brain a little.

Fun: Moderate Ability
A day without laughter is a day wasted, don't you think?

Laughter inducement: Darya can induce laughter into others with a snap of her fingers. This power can also distract enemies long enough for her to kill them, recruit them in being an ally of comedy, or just escape. This power can reach the point where the enemy ends up on the ground helpless with uncontrollable laughter - sometimes it results in death by choking, but that tends to use up a lot of power.

Enjoyment: Darya can manipulate the concept of fun itself and thus affect the enjoyment people are having in particular situations, although these people must be those that she has at least a familiarity with.

Amusement Inhibition: Pretty much the opposite of her enjoyment power, Darya can extinguish any amusement one feels towards a specific action. She cannot stop them from doing it, however she can detach any joy they feel towards the activity.

Confusion: Strongest Ability
Confusion, confuddlement, discombobulation. It's everywhere. In love, in loss, in sadness, and in joy. I'm just the one that controls it.

Misdirection: Darya has the ability to cause people to get lost, lose their way, or forget where they were going in the first place. She must know where they are headed first, however.

Illusion of the Past: Similiar to that of Pan's Delusion of Grandeur, Darya can summon a facade that will fall upon someone and most likely bewilder them. Each facade is different for each person, normally being someone they have lost or care about greatly.

Viel of Confusion: Her signature power as a Goddess, Darya can materialise a fine silver powder that induces extreme confusion and chaos. Upon contact with this powder, ones senses are numbed and their minds are lost to hallucinations, lucid dreams and panic. Darya's lifeforce is primarily drained from the materialisation of the powder, but she still needs one last burst of energy for the distribution of the powder. She can grant immunity to those she does not wish to harm for a short period of time to get out of the powder's range (up to 2km). These effects can last up to a lifetime (depending on the severity, even passed down a generation or two), if the victim is lucky and the effects are temporary, they will be left disoriented and foremost mentally scarred.

[ ⍚ ] I _{N V E N T O R Y}

• a plain axe with leather binding and a 'V' carved into the handle, as shown in the picture.
• a collection of rare bird feathers, sometimes used for trading.
• leather headband and gloves, both brown in colour.

[⍚ ] O _{T H E R}

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Colour Code: EE82EE

[ ⍚ ] R _{E L A T I O N S H I P S}

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Will you participate in the Relationship Assignment?: Yes
This section will be replaced with a Relation Sheet.

@Filthy Mudblood

I'm personally going to be completely reorolling Feir. We have a lot of new faces, so it just seems right to me.

Starkissed

@Sarcelle Renard

Very true. [@Ithinka] you should've seen some people's relations last time around it was a web of time bombs, some people had like three lovers and a few crushes.

@Inertia

To be fair, Narcissa was by far the worst offender. If I remember correctly, she was romantically involved/crushed on with what felt like 1/4 of the cast AND was betrothed to the heir of another clan.

Good lord @Melo, I can only pray that you roll well enough to give us a love dodecahedron that is half as messy and amazing this time around.

Starkissed

*after posting her CS goes to page 1 of OOC to read through the Reroll again*

@Mae @Melo Thanks for the feedback and help with the CS

@ihinka

The RRA is honestly one of those things that is simply much easier to learn by doing rather than trying to study up on it.

The process is pretty intuitive, which is helped by our amazing GM's doing all of the behind the scenes magic, so you are largely only responsible for knowing how to use your Veto, Reroll, and If-Then.

Starkissed

Feir / Ledo / God of Travelers, Journeys, and Fair Wind

⍚ Feir ⥥ 22 ⥥ Male ⥥ Heterosexual ⍚

"Settle down? Isn’t that what dying is for?"

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𝔐y 𝔐ortal ℭ𝔬𝔦𝔩

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[ ⍚ ] A _{P P E A R A N C E}
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Normally dressed from head to toe in various furs, Feir often comes off as a rather suspicious individual when he stumbles upon a new village. It certainly doesn’t help that his sharp, brown eyes look all the more menacing when they are the only aspect of his face one can see. But underneath all of his layers is a man that looks anything but frightening. Because even though his long, raven black hair is often a mess and he carries a rather nasty three-lined scar down the right side of his neck, there is an unmistakable gentleness to the man. This comes in part from his easygoing slouch and the small grin that can often be found lighting up his face.

Standing at 5’10”, Feir is hardly the tallest of individuals, but he doesn’t look scrawny in the slightest as he is made of completely toned muscle from always being on the move. His face is kept clean shaven at all times, as he cares little for how manly he looks but cares a great deal about the practicality of keeping the stuff out of his way. The various furs that make up his attire are worn almost year round, until the miserable heat of the summer months finally beat out his vast stubbornness. In the vagabond’s mind, the furs keep him from smelling too human in the domain of beasts, but whether it has actually helped him is all too open to discussion.

The symbol of his curse begins as a pair of closed eyes in the center of his back. As Feir uses exerts his divinity, they begin to open and grow darker in color. Once fully opened, they begin to take on an unnatural yellow sheen and black tendrils erupt from them, slowly but surely constricting around his body to the center of his chest and begin to make breathing difficult at times. After the tendrils finally meet, Feir’s death is soon to follow.

[ ⍚ ] P _{E R S O N A L I T Y}
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Feir is the kind of man that is so quiet and unassuming he is almost instantly relegated to the background of any group. This is something that he doesn’t mind in the slightest, as he is actually prone to come down with a mild case of anxiety whenever he becomes the center of attention, as much of his life has been spent in comfortable isolation. However, he is strangely not all that shy if engaged one-on-one, although his soft voice and all too direct responses often makes it difficult to keep a conversation going with him. But it should go without saying that, if given the choice, the man typically prefers silence.

In all things, the black haired wanderer operates with caution as his primary directive. Feir will go over a plan countless times in his head, looking for the smallest of flaws, before he acts. After all, the smallest mistake can cost one their life out in the wilderness. This attitude carries over to his dealings with others, as it takes quite a while for him to open up and trust a person. So while his journeys have taken him far and wide, he can still count the number of close relationships he has made on one hand.

For better or worse, Feir is also one of the most honest and straightforward individuals a person will ever have the misfortune to come across. He’s not the type to hold back what he’s thinking or sugar coat things for others and fully expects the same treatment in return. In his mind, lies are a tiresome waste of time and would rather cut straight to the heart of the matter, even if it means making an ass out of himself, rather than try to keep track of any fabricated truths. In a lot of ways, this makes him the last person one should turn to for comfort, as he simply doesn't understand the concept of pulling any punches verbally.

Yet despite that, he still has a side of him that is reminiscent of an aloof older brother. Because while he may be atrocious at comforting people, he has an innate sense to protect others. No matter how much he may grumble about one's foolishness for getting themselves into a mess, you can bet that Feir will do what he can to pull them out of it. Where this trait comes from is a mystery to the vagabond, as he had been the runt of his parents litter and never had any younger siblings to develop such an attitude for.

If there is one thing that Feir values about all else, it is the feeling of freedom he gets from his wanderings. Because no matter how comforting life within his tribe may have been, it always felt too stagnant and sedentary for him. So no matter how long his visits in any given village may be, the one thing you can be certain of is that his presence is ephemeral. For as long as he has wandered, there has not yet been a force that has been able to drown out the ever present call of woods, with its promises of freedom and countless new sights to be found.

[ ⍚ ] B _{I O G R A P H Y}
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Born to the Wolfrahg tribe, Feir had always been one that felt too cramped in the confines of the village. From as far back as he can remember, he had always spent much of his time on the outskirts of the village, as close to the woods as he could get without getting hauled off by one of his elder siblings. But soon enough he was old enough to accompany his father, Marik, on his hunting expeditions, which would further cement his dislike for how small his village felt. And while he was familiar with all of his tribesmen, he found it difficult to truly grow all that close to any of them. A problem that would be constantly compounded by his quiet nature and the frequent hunts he would embark on.

At 14, the whelp had proven to be a natural hunter and was permitted to go off on his own into the woods. While his first few solo expeditions went off without any incidents, his good fortune quickly ran out. It was the springtime and although he should have known better, the young adolescent became too enwrapped with tracking his mark that he had strayed too far from the hunting grounds he was familiar with. After the initial bit of panic wore off, he tried to follow his own tracks back, only to encounter a bear still lean from its great sleep. To this day, Feir is not entirely sure how he managed to escape the beast, but he still remembers all too well just how hopelessly lost he had become when it had finally given up.

Three months passed before Feir finally stumbled back into the familiar grounds of the Wolfrahg people. A scout thankfully found the boy, malnourished and suffering from a nasty cut on his neck, and quickly brought him back to the village. His family rejoiced at his safe return, having been dangerously close to having given up hope on him ever returning. It took the better portion of two months before the boy was truly healthy again, but it was already clear that he would never quite be the same again. And when a few months later he announced to his father that he intended to leave the village for good, his father merely gave him a sad, knowing smile. It had come as no surprise to the grizzled man, but rather than stopping him he insisted that he learn how to survive out there first. Feir graciously accepted his terms.

Since then, he has wandered the land without a clear goal in sight. To him, the freedom of this lifestyle is enough. And even though he occasionally stops in a few villages, he never stays long. Since he’s left, he has visited his tribe only a handful of times, but will often make an appearance should he catch wind of a gathering of clans.

Memories Retained: Ignore for now

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𝔐y ℑmmortal 𝔖𝔬𝔲𝔩

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⍚ Ledo ⥥ God of Travelers, Journeys, and Fair Wind ⥥ Male ⥥ Heterosexual ⍚

”There wasn’t even a star out that night,
And not a soul out there to hear of my plight,
With shadows abound,
I made not a sound,
As I was lost in those woods without a light.

Somehow, he had found me out there,
At that ever slick edge bordering despair,
Drawn by heart’s beat,
And the crunch of feet,
He measured me with silver eyes ever fair.

My thoughts turned to why I had been so long gone,
To how I had nursed back our neighbor’s newest fawn,
And with a brief nod,
From this wary god,
A path was made for me that led straight to the dawn.”

Unknown

[ ⍚ ] G_{O D L Y A P P E A R A N C E}
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As the god of travelers, the form Ledo takes is far from divine in appearance. His face looks aged and wary, which with his drab brown hair and natural slouch makes him look more like a beggar than a god. And at a mere 5’8” he’s also not an incredibly intimidating sight to behold, but those with an observant eye will be able to catch the traces of his godhood. Because no matter how uninterested his eyes may look in any given situation, their unnatural silver color gives away his divine origins. And those that have encountered other gods or goddesses will be able to pick up the otherworldly aura he gives off.

[ ⍚ ] K _{N O W N F O R}
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Leading lost souls home
Seen as one of the patron gods of travelers and merchants
Aiding heroes that have lost their way
Bringing a gentle, soothing breeze wherever he goes
Few remember his previous incarnation as a fierce wind god
His aloof, almost disdainful attitude towards humans

[ ⍚ ] F _{O R M A T I V E M O M E N T S I N H I S T O R Y}
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Not many remember, but before he was the patron god of travelers, Ledo was once the god of the primal wind. Capricious and unremorseful, the young deity cared little for the havoc that accompanied his many whims, leaving equal parts wonder and devastation in his wake. But it wasn’t long before his siblings tired of his antics, so unbeknownst to him, they began to concoct a plan. And one day, they approached the god with a simple bet.

If one were to travel to the few places where worship of Ledo is strongest, they could find several stories on the exact nature of the bet and the way in which Ledo’s siblings tricked him, but the one thing that remains constant is that Ledo lost and his control over the wind was irreversibly bound to the chains of his newly issued duty. And so the god of travelers was born.

His new job was simple: locate lost souls and guide them home. At first, the god was bitter with his new position and was quick to abandon those that he deemed unworthy of his aid. But as time passed and worship of the god increased, he began to fulfill his duties more faithfully. It was around this time that he started to appear within the great epics, but Ledo was always a side character, relegated to guiding the heroes should they lose their way or reuniting loved ones.

Of all the divine, Ledo takes on the most human like appearance, so as not to scare off those he is responsible for protecting. Naturally, this position has resulted in him having far more intimate dealings with mortals than most of his kin, although he found those interactions far from endearing. Because in Ledo’s eyes, many of the creatures in his charge were foolish and prone to losing their way for the most inane reasons, leaving him with a rather low opinion of the species. But as a god, it was his purpose to guide them home, so he did just that without complaint.

At least, that was before he met his starkissed. Where centuries had made him single minded in his duty, only ever seeing a start and an end to any journey, a single woman managed to show him the sights and sounds in between. The god changed as he spent more time with her, beginning to temper his disdain for humanity with a newfound understanding and patience. And to think that it all started with the irreverent woman yelling at the god for carelessly trampling through a field of flowers.

When the dark gods conspired to curse the starkissed, Ledo was one of the first to fall. As a god that specialized in finding those that have been lost, he was posed to be a rather obstinate thorn to their schemes. One night he set out to help two travelers that appeared to be hopelessly lost, only to realize far too late that he had walked into a trap. But even when they subdued him and planted their curse, Ledo merely graced his assailants with a defiant smirk.

”Have you forgotten that I am the shepherd of the lost? I will find my way back.”

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𝔐y 𝔊ifts 𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫

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[ ⍚ ] S _{K I L L S E T}
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Three General skills to start and up to two combat abilities. Due to the setting you may also have 1 Survival ability.

• Lay of the land: Years of wandering has left Feir with a near infallible inner compass and an intimate understanding of the various terrains surrounding the tribes
• Rudimentary Craftsmanship: With a life that would bring little contact with other people, Feir’s father thought it prudent to ensure that his son be able to furnish and maintain basic tools that he would need on his travels
• Keenly Observant: One doesn’t survive on their own in the unforgiving wild without being able to notice the subtlest of changes in their surroundings

• Wilderness Expert: When it comes to surviving away from any semblance of society, few compare to the wealth of knowledge Feir has cultivated over the years
• Archery: One of the most reliable ways to secure food in the wild is to have a steady hand with a bow, so it comes as little surprise that he is a decent shot
• Axe Fighting: Feir has had more run ins than he cares to admit with deadly creatures that got past his bow, so learning how to make use of his axe quickly became a top priority

[ ⍚ ] A _{B I L I T I E S}
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These will unlock as we continue.

Life Force: 0/0

The Seeker of the Lost: Weakest Ability
Ledo could have all the power in the world, but none of it would matter if he couldn’t locate those that needed him

The Right Direction Taking form as more of a feeling than a true bearing, Feir is able to sense that he is moving in the direction of whoever or whatever he is looking for
Fleeting Wind By channeling this ability, Feir is capable of moving inhumanly fast for a maximum of an hour. Afterwards, his mortal body will be extremely weak from the exorbitant strain it was put through
Godly Beckon If a prayer and suitable offering has been offered to Ledo for someone who has been lost, Feir can call upon the wind to fly him directly to that person, although he has no direct control of said flight

The Pathfinder: Moderate Ability
At times, a nudge in the right direction is all that is needed to help a soul that has gone astray. At others, a bit more is needed

Radiant Path Inexplicably, a path of golden light appears before the target of this power, leading them straight to their destination. The god himself isn’t sure how the power works, but it somehow plots the quickest course while avoiding any areas of potential danger. The golden sheen fades with time, but is always visible, even if just barely so, until the target reaches the end of it
Guiding Respite With a gentle breath, Feir is able to call forth a cleansing wind that blows away anything, be they doubts, fears, or even supernatural control, that is preventing a person from continuing (or even beginning) their journey. The relief is only temporary though and will fade within a few days if they have not found a way to truly deal with whatever is holding them back
Second Wind No matter what condition an individual is in – be they exhausted, wounded, or even paralyzed from a poison - Feir is able to take on whatever ails the target onto himself. Of course, since he is no longer immortal, the effects of what he takes on are experienced in full

The Tempest: Strongest Ability
The title Ledo of the Fair Wind is a misnomer, as the god used to wield some of the most terrible gales humanity had ever seen. But now, he is able to call upon those same winds to save others

Capricious Gale Out of nowhere, Feir can summon a strong gust of wind, which is capable of physically throwing grown men back a few feet
Skyward An impossibly powerful updraft of wind carries Feir into the air and effectively gives him the ability to fly for an hour at a time
Eye of the Storm (Death) A gale the likes of which comes straight out of legends tear the land a part, destroying all in its path save for the small area in the center of it that Feir and those he protects reside within. The windstorm can rage for a full day should Feir wish it and encompasses an area as large as half a mile in diameter

[ ⍚ ] I _{N V E N T O R Y}
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• A decent quality bow and quiver of arrows
• A handmade axe that has definitely seen better days
• A skinning knife with a well-kept blade
• A pouch for storing useful herbs and berries
• A charm for safe passage made by his mother

[ ⍚ ] O _{T H E R}
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My color code is 3CB371.

[ ⍚ ] R _{E L A T I O N S H I P S}
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Will you participate in the Relationship Assignment?:
YES

Starkissed

@Mae Glad you like the changes! I personally feel like this is a much more interesting iteration of the god and helps explain why he has such a detached relationship with mortals. And my main grip with Strong Memory was that it simply didn't feel like it would translate well into RP mechanics, so I decided to ditch it for a skill that I felt Feir should definitely have.

Anyway, the CS has been updated. Am I good to throw him into the Character Tab?

Starkissed

@luckofthedraw Happy to help o7

Any who @Mae @Melo, I've made a number of changes to Ledo, so if you two would be so kind as to give him a look I'd greatly appreciate it.

Feir / Ledo / God of Travelers

⍚ Feir ⥥ 22 ⥥ Male ⥥ Heterosexual ⍚

"Settle down? Isn’t that what dying is for?"

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𝔐y 𝔐ortal ℭ𝔬𝔦𝔩

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[ ⍚ ] A _{P P E A R A N C E}
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Normally dressed from head to toe in various furs, Feir often comes off as a rather suspicious individual when he stumbles upon a new village. It certainly doesn’t help that his sharp, brown eyes look all the more menacing when they are the only aspect of his face one can see. But underneath all of his layers is a man that looks anything but frightening. Because even though his long, raven black hair is often a mess and he carries a rather nasty three-lined scar down the right side of his neck, there is an unmistakable gentleness to the man. This comes in part from his easygoing slouch and the small grin that can often be found lighting up his face.

Standing at 5’10”, Feir is hardly the tallest of individuals, but he doesn’t look scrawny in the slightest as he is made of completely toned muscle from always being on the move. His face is kept clean shaven at all times, as he cares little for how manly he looks but cares a great deal about the practicality of keeping the stuff out of his way. The various furs that make up his attire are worn almost year round, until the miserable heat of the summer months finally beat out his vast stubbornness. In the vagabond’s mind, the furs keep him from smelling too human in the domain of beasts, but whether it has actually helped him is all too open to discussion.

The symbol of his curse begins as a pair of closed eyes in the center of his back. As Feir uses exerts his divinity, they begin to open and grow darker in color. Once fully opened, they begin to take on an unnatural yellow sheen and black tendrils erupt from them, slowly but surely constricting around his body to the center of his chest and begin to make breathing difficult at times. After the tendrils finally meet, Feir’s death is soon to follow.

[ ⍚ ] P _{E R S O N A L I T Y}
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Feir is the kind of man that is so quiet and unassuming he is almost instantly relegated to the background of any group. This is something that he doesn’t mind in the slightest, as he is actually prone to come down with a mild case of anxiety whenever he becomes the center of attention, as much of his life has been spent in comfortable isolation. However, he is strangely not all that shy if engaged one-on-one, although his soft voice and all too direct responses often makes it difficult to keep a conversation going with him. But it should go without saying that, if given the choice, the man typically prefers silence.

In all things, the black haired wanderer operates with caution as his primary directive. Feir will go over a plan countless times in his head, looking for the smallest of flaws, before he acts. After all, the smallest mistake can cost one their life out in the wilderness. This attitude carries over to his dealings with others, as it takes quite a while for him to open up and trust a person. So while his journeys have taken him far and wide, he can still count the number of close relationships he has made on one hand.

For better or worse, Feir is also one of the most honest and straightforward individuals a person will ever have the misfortune to come across. He’s not the type to hold back what he’s thinking or sugar coat things for others and fully expects the same treatment in return. In his mind, lies are a tiresome waste of time and would rather cut straight to the heart of the matter, even if it means making an ass out of himself, rather than try to keep track of any fabricated truths. In a lot of ways, this makes him the last person one should turn to for comfort, as he simply doesn't understand the concept of pulling any punches verbally.

Yet despite that, he still has a side of him that is reminiscent of an aloof older brother. Because while he may be atrocious at comforting people, he has an innate sense to protect others. No matter how much he may grumble about one's foolishness for getting themselves into a mess, you can bet that Feir will do what he can to pull them out of it. Where this trait comes from is a mystery to the vagabond, as he had been the runt of his parents litter and never had any younger siblings to develop such an attitude for.

If there is one thing that Feir values about all else, it is the feeling of freedom he gets from his wanderings. Because no matter how comforting life within his tribe may have been, it always felt too stagnant and sedentary for him. So no matter how long his visits in any given village may be, the one thing you can be certain of is that his presence is ephemeral. For as long as he has wandered, there has not yet been a force that has been able to drown out the ever present call of woods, with its promises of freedom and countless new sights to be found.

[ ⍚ ] B _{I O G R A P H Y}
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Born to the Wolfrahg tribe, Feir had always been one that felt too cramped in the confines of the village. From as far back as he can remember, he had always spent much of his time on the outskirts of the village, as close to the woods as he could get without getting hauled off by one of his elder siblings. But soon enough he was old enough to accompany his father, Marik, on his hunting expeditions, which would further cement his dislike for how small his village felt. And while he was familiar with all of his tribesmen, he found it difficult to truly grow all that close to any of them. A problem that would be constantly compounded by his quiet nature and the frequent hunts he would embark on.

At 14, the whelp had proven to be a natural hunter and was permitted to go off on his own into the woods. While his first few solo expeditions went off without any incidents, his good fortune quickly ran out. It was the springtime and although he should have known better, the young adolescent became too enwrapped with tracking his mark that he had strayed too far from the hunting grounds he was familiar with. After the initial bit of panic wore off, he tried to follow his own tracks back, only to encounter a bear still lean from its great sleep. To this day, Feir is not entirely sure how he managed to escape the beast, but he still remembers all too well just how hopelessly lost he had become when it had finally given up.

Three months passed before Feir finally stumbled back into the familiar grounds of the Wolfrahg people. A scout thankfully found the boy, malnourished and suffering from a nasty cut on his neck, and quickly brought him back to the village. His family rejoiced at his safe return, having been dangerously close to having given up hope on him ever returning. It took the better portion of two months before the boy was truly healthy again, but it was already clear that he would never quite be the same again. And when a few months later he announced to his father that he intended to leave the village for good, his father merely gave him a sad, knowing smile. It had come as no surprise to the grizzled man, but rather than stopping him he insisted that he learn how to survive out there first. Feir graciously accepted his terms.

Since then, he has wandered the land without a clear goal in sight. To him, the freedom of this lifestyle is enough. And even though he occasionally stops in a few villages, he never stays long. Since he’s left, he has visited his tribe only a handful of times, but will often make an appearance should he catch wind of a gathering of clans.

Memories Retained: Ignore for now

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𝔐y ℑmmortal 𝔖𝔬𝔲𝔩

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⍚ Ledo ⥥ God of Travelers, Journeys, and Fair Wind ⥥ Male ⥥ Heterosexual ⍚

”There wasn’t even a star out that night,
And not a soul out there to hear of my plight,
With shadows abound,
I made not a sound,
As I was lost in those woods without a light.

Somehow, he had found me out there,
At that ever slick edge bordering despair,
Drawn by heart’s beat,
And the crunch of feet,
He measured me with silver eyes ever fair.

My thoughts turned to why I had been so long gone,
To how I had nursed back our neighbor’s newest fawn,
And with a brief nod,
From this wary god,
A path was made for me that led straight to the dawn.”

Unknown

[ ⍚ ] G_{O D L Y A P P E A R A N C E}
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As the god of travelers, the form Ledo takes is far from divine in appearance. His face looks aged and wary, which with his drab brown hair and natural slouch makes him look more like a beggar than a god. And at a mere 5’8” he’s also not an incredibly intimidating sight to behold, but those with an observant eye will be able to catch the traces of his godhood. Because no matter how uninterested his eyes may look in any given situation, their unnatural silver color gives away his divine origins. And those that have encountered other gods or goddesses will be able to pick up the otherworldly aura he gives off.

[ ⍚ ] K _{N O W N F O R}
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Leading lost souls home
Seen as one of the patron gods of travelers and merchants
Aiding heroes that have lost their way
Bringing a gentle, soothing breeze wherever he goes
Few remember his previous incarnation as a fierce wind god
His aloof, almost disdainful attitude towards humans

[ ⍚ ] F _{O R M A T I V E M O M E N T S I N H I S T O R Y}
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Not many remember, but before he was the patron god of travelers, Ledo was once the god of the primal wind. Capricious and unremorseful, the young deity cared little for the havoc that accompanied his many whims, leaving equal parts wonder and devastation in his wake. But it wasn’t long before his siblings tired of his antics, so unbeknownst to him, they began to concoct a plan. And one day, they approached the god with a simple bet.

If one were to travel to the few places where worship of Ledo is strongest, they could find several stories on the exact nature of the bet and the way in which Ledo’s siblings tricked him, but the one thing that remains constant is that Ledo lost and his control over the wind was irreversibly bound to the chains of his newly issued duty. And so the god of travelers was born.

His new job was simple: locate lost souls and guide them home. At first, the god was bitter with his new position and was quick to abandon those that he deemed unworthy of his aid. But as time passed and worship of the god increased, he began to fulfill his duties more faithfully. It was around this time that he started to appear within the great epics, but Ledo was always a side character, relegated to guiding the heroes should they lose their way or reuniting loved ones.

Of all the divine, Ledo takes on the most human like appearance, so as not to scare off those he is responsible for protecting. Naturally, this position has resulted in him having far more intimate dealings with mortals than most of his kin, although he found those interactions far from endearing. Because in Ledo’s eyes, many of the creatures in his charge were foolish and prone to losing their way for the most inane reasons, leaving him with a rather low opinion of the species. But as a god, it was his purpose to guide them home, so he did just that without complaint.

At least, that was before he met his starkissed. Where centuries had made him single minded in his duty, only ever seeing a start and an end to any journey, a single woman managed to show him the sights and sounds in between. The god changed as he spent more time with her, beginning to temper his disdain for humanity with a newfound understanding and patience. And to think that it all started with the irreverent woman yelling at the god for carelessly trampling through a field of flowers.

When the dark gods conspired to curse the starkissed, Ledo was one of the first to fall. As a god that specialized in finding those that have been lost, he was posed to be a rather obstinate thorn to their schemes. One night he set out to help two travelers that appeared to be hopelessly lost, only to realize far too late that he had walked into a trap. But even when they subdued him and planted their curse, Ledo merely graced his assailants with a defiant smirk.

”Have you forgotten that I am the shepherd of the lost? I will find my way back.”

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𝔐y 𝔊ifts 𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫

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[ ⍚ ] S _{K I L L S E T}
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Three General skills to start and up to two combat abilities. Due to the setting you may also have 1 Survival ability.

• Lay of the land: Years of wandering has left Feir with a near infallible inner compass and an intimate understanding of the various terrains surrounding the tribes
• Rudimentary Craftsmanship: With a life that would bring little contact with other people, Feir’s father thought it prudent to ensure that his son be able to furnish and maintain basic tools that he would need on his travels
• Keenly Observant: One doesn’t survive on their own in the unforgiving wild without being able to notice the subtlest of changes in their surroundings

• Wilderness Expert: When it comes to surviving away from any semblance of society, few compare to the wealth of knowledge Feir has cultivated over the years
• Archery: One of the most reliable ways to secure food in the wild is to have a steady hand with a bow, so it comes as little surprise that he is a decent shot
• Axe Fighting: Feir has had more run ins than he cares to admit with deadly creatures that got past his bow, so learning how to make use of his axe quickly became a top priority

[ ⍚ ] A _{B I L I T I E S}
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These will unlock as we continue.

Life Force: 0/0

The Seeker of the Lost: Weakest Ability
Ledo could have all the power in the world, but none of it would matter if he couldn’t locate those that needed him

The Right Direction Taking form as more of a feeling than a true bearing, Feir is able to sense that he is moving in the direction of whoever or whatever he is looking for
Fleeting Wind By channeling this ability, Feir is capable of moving inhumanly fast for a maximum of an hour. Afterwards, his mortal body will be extremely weak from the exorbitant strain it was put through
Godly Beckon If a prayer and suitable offering has been offered to Ledo for someone who has been lost, Feir can call upon the wind to fly him directly to that person, although he has no direct control of said flight

The Pathfinder: Moderate Ability
At times, a nudge in the right direction is all that is needed to help a soul that has gone astray. At others, a bit more is needed

Radiant Path Inexplicably, a path of golden light appears before the target of this power, leading them straight to their destination. The god himself isn’t sure how the power works, but it somehow plots the quickest course while avoiding any areas of potential danger. The golden sheen fades with time, but is always visible, even if just barely so, until the target reaches the end of it
Guiding Respite With a gentle breath, Feir is able to call forth a cleansing wind that blows away anything, be they doubts, fears, or even supernatural control, that is preventing a person from continuing (or even beginning) their journey. The relief is only temporary though and will fade within a few days if they have not found a way to truly deal with whatever is holding them back
Second Wind No matter what condition an individual is in – be they exhausted, wounded, or even paralyzed from a poison - Feir is able to take on whatever ails the target onto himself. Of course, since he is no longer immortal, the effects of what he takes on are experienced in full

The Tempest: Strongest Ability
The title Ledo of the Fair Wind is a misnomer, as the god used to wield some of the most terrible gales humanity had ever seen. But now, he is able to call upon those same winds to save others

Capricious Gale Out of nowhere, Feir can summon a strong gust of wind, which is capable of physically throwing grown men back a few feet
Skyward An impossibly powerful updraft of wind carries Feir into the air and effectively gives him the ability to fly for an hour at a time
Eye of the Storm (Death) A gale the likes of which comes straight out of legends tear the land a part, destroying all in its path save for the small area in the center of it that Feir and those he protects reside within. The windstorm can rage for a full day should Feir wish it and encompasses an area as large as half a mile in diameter

[ ⍚ ] I _{N V E N T O R Y}
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• A decent quality bow and quiver of arrows
• A handmade axe that has definitely seen better days
• A skinning knife with a well-kept blade
• A pouch for storing useful herbs and berries
• A charm for safe passage made by his mother

[ ⍚ ] O _{T H E R}
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My color code is 3CB371.

[ ⍚ ] R _{E L A T I O N S H I P S}
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Will you participate in the Relationship Assignment?:
YES

Starkissed

@luckofthedraw In case you can't find it, I managed to get it to work. Just hit the text that says "Raw" at the top of this post and copy this:

Moda / Vodahil / God of Voids and Nothingness

⍚ Mado ⥥ 18 ⥥ Male⥥ Bisexual ⍚

"I Seem to Have Lost All Purpose"

𝔐y 𝔐ortal ℭ𝔬𝔦𝔩

[ ⍚ ] A _{P P E A R A N C E}

"Mado stands at 5' 10". The young man is light, but not in the least bit weak. His hair is a jet black and cut short. Amongst others he could be easily unnoticed, if it weren't for his eyes. Deep, cold and empty, they are of a blue so dark, they seem to be black. His gaze alone makes a few hardened warriors turn away. Still, standing shorter among the warriors of his land, he is easily lost and forgotten.

The only other thing of note is his scars, plastered down his back and centered on the lower part of it. They are not just gashes and slices, but holes, knots, and grooves...

His curse mark rests near the bottom of his back and indeed he himself has only seen it in the reflection of water. It shines whitish and appears different each time, probably due to the reflection of the water. Upon contact the whitish symbol simply vanishes as if it was never there to begin with.

That's when it starts spreading. Instead of the whitish color radiating out, 'colorlessness' radiates up his back and to his neck. The 'colorlessness' seems to suck the very color out of his skin, and his muscles. It makes his skin turn transparent until one can see his bones straight through his body. This goes up to his neck and, in extreme situations, can reach up to his face. Revealing the skull beneath.

Because of this he wears a lot of pelts and armor to hide his back and neck. Making him seem as if he is always ready for war...

[ ⍚ ] P _{E R S O N A L I T Y}

"Does Mado even have a personality? Used to be a common question. And for the most part the answer was no. Until one day Mado seemed to grow odd. He seemed to become slightly crazy and unhinged. He would laugh in the oddest of times and would cry when no tears were to be shed.

It seemed to everyone that Mado could simply not understand the social queues of even his own family. Because of this he seems extremely fearful of himself.

Mado tries to keep to himself, knowing this. However, when he gets excited it is not uncommon for him to behave oddly as if he finds it impossible to read the situation at hand. If this is drawn to his attention he becomes worried and frustrated with himself."

[ ⍚ ] B _{I O G R A P H Y}

"The Altose Clan is where he was born. And it could've been great. Lovely. Maybe even wonderful. Except he was born to his family. A family which has, since his 12th birthday been disavowed by the entirety of the Clan. His father had an intense fascination with his cursed mark. Coupled with his intense interest in magic, Mado found himself in hours of torturous pain as his father found ways of dissecting Mado for this magic.

Indeed, he remembers the terrified screams of his mother as his mother laid him onto something soft and the blood would run over and soak into it. Only the pain drowned it all out. Yet, the young boy did not scream nor twitch. In some senses he welcomed the pain, until the pain itself was nothing.

His family must've been poor, for the food handed to him under his door, while he whimpered in his pitch black room, was not enough to feed a baby. And he ate the same meal everyday until he could no longer taste the food. Indeed in the unlit room everything around him seemed bland and flavorless.

Ever since his father was sentenced by the Clan for his crimes, the boy has been recuperating. Six years later the pain and scars are still there. And that is when the strange feelings set in. As if he was missing something. As if his very soul held nothing at all. He could not cry. He could not feel anger. He could not laugh. Many of the people of Altose attempted to comfort him, but even to them he felt nothing. His attempts at conversation and feeling came off as misplaced since all his emotions seemed to die. In fear he would throw them out there trying to reproduce something of these emotions.

His panic would set back in when he overhears a discussion by several high ranking Altosians. They were talking about his father and how he may have made the right decision in exploring the possible depths of magic. The few people around Mado (for he had no friends to speak of) agreed at once that he needed to get away from Altose for fear that he might lose his mind amongst his memories among the Altosians."

Memories Retained: Ignore for now

𝔐y ℑmmortal 𝔖𝔬𝔲𝔩

⍚ Vodahil ⥥ GOD OF NOTHING ⥥ Male ⥥ N/A ⍚

<"Where did the gods live before there was anything? The answer is in the bosom of Vodahil. Vodahil wrapped everything and everyone in its arms. In a strange, unearthly sense it was the god's loving father. Nothing, nothing was the only thing that was there with the gods. And it too was one of them. And it loved each of the gods, doting upon them one at a time. It knew each of them by name and loved each one dearly. That is, until something was created.

Once the gods began creating Vodahil found itself left behind, and when the gods entered their own creation, they left Vodahil behind. And alone. Nothingness then fell from its place as a doting mother and became like a child, small and out of the way. Not even bitter and hatred had it for the gods. For it was nothing. But it was hungry and it could consume. And so nothingness began consuming existence wherever it found itself.>

A Forgotten Story

[ ⍚ ] G_{O D L Y A P P E A R A N C E}

"
- Altered Form: Vodahil sometimes appears as a massive black hole that sucks inward, consuming all in its path. Other times it is seen as a green mist that can appear in the form of a strong warrior.

- True Form: The absence of everything.

No light, no air, no sound, no smell, no taste.

[ ⍚ ] K _{N O W N F O R}

Nothingness
Loss
Absence
Voids
Endlessness

[ ⍚ ] F _{O R M A T I V E M O M E N T S I N H I S T O R Y}

"Vodahil was there in the beginning, nurturing the gods. And the gods nurtured him, for they were eternal, allowing him to exist without needing to feed. Giving them a place to stay within himself and they likewise. When the gods abandoned him for the pleasures of reality. He found himself confused and alone, he would begin eating away at existence. Disliking it for taking away the only family he had ever known.

That is when the gods fought back. They created another world where Vodahil could exist A world that he could eat and consume all by himself. And this is what he did for a millennium. The gods would continue to chain him up, fearing the havoc he could wreak upon the mortal realms. And he would continue to consume and to eat.

There are more than several account of the gods stopping him from breaking through into the mortal realm and consuming everything. These battles always ended in sorrow as the gods remembered who Vodahil once was and Vodahil once again feels the fulfilling presence of the gods (a warm familial feeling), only for it to end with cold, hard existence."

𝔐y 𝔊ifts 𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫

[ ⍚ ] S _{K I L L S E T}

• Forgotten He can disappear easily or blend into a crowd
• Fearless He is not easily terrified
• Hope of the Lost Those who find themselves without hope, will see him as a natural leader

• Tortured because of his past and his nature, he cannot easily feel pain
• Empty-Headed Mado can more easily ignore distractions
• Partners Due to his desire for company he fights better alongside others

[ ⍚ ] A _{B I L I T I E S}

These will unlock as we continue.

Life Force: 0/0 (ignore for now)

Out of Nothing
Reflection on The Definition of Nothing

Silence: Mado can drown out the noise around him. The very being of noise ceases.
The Empty Set: Mado can choose one immortal to bond with. (see future skills)
No Boundaries: Mado can temporarily move through objects.

Nothing Comes
The Encroaching Nature of Nothingness

Unknowable: Mado can reveal the nature of nothingness to a single person, causing this person to go into an extreme form of complacency. More like insanity.
There are No Friends: Mado can temporarily swap his life force with the immortal he bonded with (if this has happened). If he dies while the life force is swapped, the swap is then permanent.
Untouchable:

Mado loses all emotion and understanding and any emotion he has built up for people or things fall away, but he becomes Invulnerable for a short period of time.

And To Nothing It Returns
Nothingness is the end of all things

The Number Zero: Mado can become partially one with a bonded immortal. His soul amplifying and sustaining his partner and vice versa. His remaining willpower and strength is fused with that immortals as well as all memories, hopes, fears, and dreams.
Nearing the Breaking Point: His cursed mark, instead of cutting through the coloring of his skin and muscles, cuts through the very fabric of reality around him. Turning parts of Mado's body in swirling black holes. He can rend the very fabric of space with these black-holes, moving faster. As well as tear the very souls from people's bodies.
Absolute Nothingness: Death: Mado reverts to his pure god form for a short while. This tears his own body asunder instantly and sends out a radial dome of absolute nothingness sucking everything within it (outside of fellow immortals) and all who see it (including immortals) are blinded and dazed by the very image (which there is none) of nothingness. If he had bonded to a partner before this, that partner forgets everything about Mado, even of his existence.

[ ⍚ ] I _{N V E N T O R Y}

Mado has very little on him, and certainly nothing that reminds him of his tribe. His own travelling clothes, which are nice and well made.
Nothing of personal value. Nothing...

[ ⍚ ] R _{E L A T I O N S H I P S}

Will you participate in the Relationship Assignment?: YES
This section will be replaced with a Relation Sheet.