@Robo27 Great. I'll make a CS after I'm done reading through the IC. Cant wait!
edit: also, can we base a god from hindu lore?
edit edit: Here's my CS. Still a WIP but will edit/add a few details soon.
Ishan
Also known as: Masumah, Spirit of Compasion, The Lotus, Patron deity of children.
Age: appears to be late 20's
God Status: Goddess of Innocence and Compassion
Personality: Masumah, or better known in his mortal identity as Ishan, is a meek, gentle and kind person. Being a deity of compassion and innocence, he is considered as a patron for the lost and the young, helping and empathizing with people in anyway he can. People are drawn to his good nature but some see him as naive and unassertive. (WIP)
Parents: Moon, Sun
Sexuality: Demiromantic
Form on Earth:
He played with many mortal forms for the years that he roamed the Earth, and for anonymity , he sometimes take the form of a man in one lifetime, and a woman in another.
True Form:
Powers:
-Empathy: Ishan has the ability to fully interpret and replicate the emotions, moods, and temperaments of others, allowing him to read and understand one's deepest/hidden emotions. -He has the power to transform his body in any form ideal to relieve suffering. -Telepathy: Can read or communicate through people's minds.
Weapon: A lotus bud--
History (Pre-Earth bound): WIP History (Post-Earth bound: WIP Motive: To spread love, compassion and freedom, a world free of chaos and hurting.
@Billsomething Ira caught some in her mouth and she could taste the beverage that was sprayed on her face. "Hey!" She swiped her face with one hand, and shaking it off. "That...was that Blackberry Whiskey?" She turned to the bartender, "I'll have whatever he's having, Snarf." @Snarfulblast
"Glad to see you made it!" Kid Flash greeted Peggy, last time she saw him was wto days ago back in Star City, when they helped her fight off a group of superpowered thugs. "Star City is a looong way from here,friend, hope you didnt get lost." He smiled.
"I did. The moment i stepped out of the city there were so many trees." She said it in a way of great wonder, for someone who never set foot out of the city eversince. " There werent any buildings to scape through, so i had to walk. But a trucker and his family were nice enough to give me a ride." A family of five, two older girls and a boy. It felt weird to spend a day traveling with them, as if Peggy was a part of the family. But she thought it was a nice and awkward experience.
"That's good to hear." he said in his usual out going attitude. "Sooo.." And suddenly, kittenish. "Would you like to spar? Dont worry, I'll go really easy on you."
“Oh come on Wally, after seeing her fight? You might wanna reconsider. " Miss Martian crossed her arms, and was playfully smiling at him. “I still need plenty of improvement, honestly. That is why, I wish to spar and to learn whatever I can.” Hopeful to learn, Peggy removed her arm accessories and her thick jacket, neatly placed it on the side, then rolling her loose sleeves to her shoulder, revealing the complex design of her exterior. Flesh screwed with metals, notched with what looked like a thin tube of visible rushing, neon liquid, the same kind that is visible on her forehead and neck. It perfectly traced her muscles, defining them despite her average body.
Peggy watched Ryan laughed his guts out, so much for making a good first impression. She was not offended, however, but a bit embarrassed by her pathetic attempt. He did say they’re going to be good friends after, but she wasn’t sure if he was truly genuine, or just being sarcastic. She caught Louisa glare at him, hand turned into a fist as if tempted to pound the irishman. Peggy never wished for violence between her new crewmates, and was a bit relieved when Louisa held back. She always found Louisa cool and pretty, like the sort of person who always know what to do, or say, plus she has lovely hair that she one day wished to braid, if she has the time to learn.
Chris was nice to forgive her for getting ahead of the tour. She couldn’t contain her excitement when she saw the massive interior, it almost reminded Peggy of her old lair. The late doctor’s lair, she meant. It cant be helped that her own thoughts would mix up with his, and sometimes, the thoughts gets too conscious and vivid that it terrifies her. She would die first before a part of him would take over. And if it ever comes to that, she would trust Chris to stop her, being the team leader and one of the few people in the group who is capable of doing so. Which reminds her, to hand him something important after the pleasantries are over.
Among the other members that she met, and missed for rudely wandering away, her eyes caught a familiar face of a red haired man holding a suit case. He was indeed, familiar, probably from one of the doctor’s mixed up memories. Her thoughts were interjected by young man stumbling through the entrance door, who soon apologized to the group for over sleeping. Not long a dirty, bloodied boy followed, and introduced himself as Red giving the group a good jolly grin. Peggy was very much amused by his entrance, smiling to him when his eyes reached hers.