Utrax

Re:Divinus VII

A Strange Neigh-bor

Myrtu & Anath Homura

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As far as the new deities went, Myrtu was likely the hardest to track down, seeing as he rarely stayed still for long. Anyone seeking the Unicorn would also likely find it frustrating that he tended to sprint off at random or completely derail conversation. So when it was that Myrtu instead found others, then initiated conversation with them, it was like… well… seeing a Unicorn.

He'd spotted the massive metal horse from a distance and used quite the enthusiastic pace to catch up with it. Now, he was running about beneath it, shouting up at it with a very excited, "GREETINGS FELLOW EQUINE! Would you care to partake in a fine bit of prancing?"

“The colossus cannot speak, but I have no specific destination I am going to now. If you wish to prance beside me, then so be it.” The voice of Anath Homura echoed from above, where she stood atop its crown, as the colossus itself continued to canter onward with a strange and ethereal whirlwind left in its wake.

At the sound of the voice, Myrtu kept into the air, their winds expanding into a brilliant multitude of lights behind them. He flew to hover alongside the crown and its passenger. His head chanted in confusion, "Then it is you I sensed and not the Colossus itself?" The disappointment in his tone was heavy.

“Indeed.” The red goddess replied, her voice remaining neutral akin to her impassive visage as she stared at Myrtu with her sole eye, before she spoke again with an otherworldly authority. “I am Anath Homura, and I come to offer you peaceful greetings and the bestowal of gifts.”

"Anath Homura- ah! Twas your voice which called out through space as mine comet did venture close enough to hear it- finally, we have met," Myrtu danced about in the air rather gaily for a moment. "Thine greetings peaceful are welcomed and returned in kind! However, I am at a disadvantage- for I've no gifts ready to offer in exchange."

She whom once called from across the cosmos simply raised her hand in an attempt to alleviate his concerns as she endeavored to speak cordially. “Hmm… your amusing antics are an equal exchange for these gifts then. Or otherwise, you may merely consider my gifts a charitable act, as the world would flourish with more mortals.”

Myrtu gasped, “Mortals? Then truly-” their eyes went to the massive form of the colossus, “- they shall be as grand as that which I see before me? Tiny ones made of metal with hooves that many a road would pass beneath effortlessly?”

“You are free to shape and sculpt the humans you receive, as you wish.” Anath Homura answered, before she gestured to the colossus itself and solemnly asked of Myrtu: “Do you accept my gift then?”

“Humans?” The confusion in his voice was palpable, “I– before me I see a great and mighty horse- are there not horses which this one shall create? And is not the horse itself an item which could be copied?” A beat of pause, “Are Humans a type of horse? If it is so then I shall graciously accept. Though,” as the logistics of the situation bounced around within Myrtu’s godly equine mind, their eyes swirled with a myriad of colors, as the endless possibilities poured in, “From what has been presently explained, if they are not, then horses they might become! Therefore they are already a type of horse!” Tossing his head about so that his mane shimmered unnecessarily, Myrtu doubled down, “Tis a fine gift indeed! A vast herd of horses!”

The red goddess slightly arched her brow while she replied to each and every question. “Indeed, humans currently reside within this colossus. I am the one that created the two, and the latter shall not further reproduce, though as an artifact itself - its mechanism and function could be replicated.” She idly stepped forward, leaning over the edges of the large crown she stood upon, and glanced at the landscape below her where the process of transporting the slumbering humans from the interior of the colossus to outside had begun.

Thousands of statues resembling the shape and size of Anath Homura were laid upon the earth once again, but they were pale and lacking any distinguishing features among them. They stayed in a state of dormancy, however a hint of life flickered within all of them, and sought the attention of the Divine. The primordial vessels were seeking to be given a new form and function - to be finally awakened. Without halting in her speech, Anath Homura continued to converse as her gift was arranged into a multitude of intricate spiral rows scattered across the land below both Myrtu and herself.“In this scenario, it would be more accurate to assert that horses are a type of human, though vice versa is equally true should the coming changes be enacted in reverse. Since you have accepted, you shall have your vast herd of horses.”

Tilting his head back and forth, Myrtu took in the given information, with what seemed to be mild disappointment at first, which was swiftly swept away by the sheer curiosity at the emergence of the primordial humans- those formless statues calling for influence. To say that Myrtu’s attention was absolutely captured by both the form of the beings emerging from the horse and the manner in which they were laid out, would be an understatement. Already, it seemed that the Red Goddess was becoming an afterthought. The further proof of this was in how abruptly Myrtu landed among the spiral formation. As if in awe of them, he stalked among the formation with a series of leaps and bounds, skillful precision to see the forms at different angles. After such a lengthy pause, finally he looked up, then declared with a full heart and inspired voice:

“By the nameless, glorious, and swirling cosmos, they are Hideous!” With a muted leap back up, ending in a spiraling corkscrew for flourish, Myrtu was once again level with Anath Homura, as he said, “Deeply, I am grateful for such creatures- for this disgusting form shall serve as excellent indication for their coming venture into spectactacularity! It is one I shall keep always in mind as I usher them undo their truest, freest, most GLORIOUS selves.”

“So it shall be. Now, I must continue my travels, and then I will be returning to my realm once I have greeted the other gods and goddesses that are willing to speak with me. Myrtu, I ask that you please visit my home, and share the gift of your mirth with me again.” Anath Homura said after she had allowed herself to sigh aloud with seeming content, and afterwards bowed respectfully towards him.

Returning the bow as it was given, Myrtu asked his last question, “And how does one find thy realm?”

“Ask the Archai after the celestial celebration, and my messengers will show you the way.” She answered, indicating with a wave of one hand towards the shimmering stars in the sky that had continually illuminated the land with their bright and boisterous festivities. There was a pulse of otherworld power, as the colossus heeded an unspoken command and continued its cantering onward.

Myrtu watched her depart for only a moment before descending rapidly, excited for working with those primordial humans, and shaping them into beautiful and glorious forms! Beneath his diving hooves, something crunched- or was it more of a pop? Squished? Myrtu looked down, then back up to Anath Homura’s departing form, then moved a few steps to the right to conceal the crushed protohuman from any over the shoulder glances, trying their hardest to maintain an air of innocence.

Summary

Myrtu finally meets Anath Homura, who stands upon the crown of the colossal horse, which harbors the proto-humans. Greetings are exchanged. Myrtu asks a lot of questions and is given protohumans. Just as Anath Homura departs, almost immediately, Myrtu crushes one of the proto-humans accidentally.

Might

No Might was expended.

Guardians

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Re:Divinus VII

Ravdur

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^{Northern Glaciers}

High in the northern glaciers atop the world, beneath a sky which danced with random colors and dazzling glimmers, there came crackling lights and dazzling bursts of raw godly power, erupting from the surface of the ice, as the unicorn god bucked and danced about. She was creating! And who could possibly create without proper song or dance? All of those beautiful rainbow sparkling lights she had placed in the sky had been inspiring. Before her stood a statue delicately carved from the glacial ice by her godly horn.

This, too, would act as inspiration for... whatever those Mortals were? Truth was, when she had found them crawling across the ice, freezing to death, their appearance had been met with both surprise and disgust. Why didn't they have any hooves? Or fur, for that matter? Their bodies were large, sure, but they were not STRONG. Nor did they have the speed to set themselves FREE from the approaching icy grasp of death. A whole heard (which might be the proper term for the skinbacks) of them lay frozen atop the ice around her creation.

She would show these (now) transparent observers (that were probably ghosts) what a truly perfect form was! Of course, Myrtu considered herself to be perfect, but hers was not a form achievable for mortals. No! They needed something to aspire to. Something that they'd ask to be blessed as, if ever they sought the freedom of the skies or the freedom of dashing across the land.

“Who is causing these colors?” Ravdur asked himself as he was making his way to the glaciers. He was busy admiring the landscape that he had created when strange lights appeared in the sky. Curious what is behind these sudden colors in the sky, he ventured north to where they seemed the strongest, and soon then, he could sense something. A god, like him, and he moved faster to see who this god is and what these colors mean.

After some time, he arrived at the glacier and found both dead and light. The area was bursting with light and rainbow colors, but that did not distract Ravdur from the frozen remains of the mortals. Kneeing down to one of the bodies to study it and like the rest. They were clearly killed by the cold, and he wondered why these mortals were here? Explorers maybe and but either way, unprepared for the cold.

After going further north, that was when Ravdur saw the god he was looking for and was surprised. He was expecting something humanoid like him and instead found a creature dancing around blinding colorful lights. He can easily sense that this creature was a god and probably the one responsible for the strange lights. So after walking a bit further to the god, Ravdur made himself known. “Hello, I am Ravdur, and who are you? You the one that made these strange lights in the sky?"

The large Unicorn, four legged with a set of wings that seemed made of rainbow light itself, turned its head to Ravdur. All of her motions halted and, for a long quiet pause, she looked Ravdur over in curiosity. When she spoke, the voice came not from the movement of the mouth or lips, but projected by some other means aloud for the other god to hear.

"Twas I who colored the sky, behold– ah- Where are thine hooves?"

Turning her sparkling eyes of no one color toward the frozen mortals, she spoke, "These creatures had not swift hooves to spirit them from this place- which seem illsuited for furless hides, so supple– and so they did meet their fate in the ice but you. How is it that you, with same hoofless feet as theirs, made your way so far north?" She shook her head, her mane dancing wildly about as she asked a third question,"I sense within you that which makes thee like me, yet... you have no hooves. How could you be like me without hooves?"

Ravdur's glowing blue eyes met with her colorful eyes and he spoke. "I do not have hooves, and I can ask you the same thing hooved one. For I have not have thought I would have met a goddess like me.” The first of the gods he meets, and this one is a curiosity.

"I am a god, we move much faster than a mortal, and why I do not freeze like them. I am the lord of ice, it is my domain, the cold never bothered me. And how we can be the same while different. For while we are clearly different, we both share the spark of the divine. A spark that separates us from the mortals and that others that have come to this world share. I take it you have not met them yet, but neither have I. Only seen their marks on this world and the one that called us here.”

Then his tone shifted slightly to somewhat serious, “I have answered your questions, but you only answered half of mine. Who are you, what is your name, hooved one?”

She listened with attention, her ears perked toward Ravdur, as his words were analyzed and agreed upon with a slight nod. "I doth suppose there is merit in thine response- that we are indeed the same. How interesting!" Shaking her mane about in a shimmering display, she replied, "I am called Myrtu, in the tongue of mine kin which sprint now across the depths of the cosmos."

"I have seen-" Myrtu paused "-mine reason that I, in past tense, did believe the others had hooves as I; Atop a snowy peak, I did behold one whose legs ended in mighty hooves, though their upper half were more similar to thy own. From there, did I sprint here, for your domain, Lord of Ice, brings me comfort. The cold reminds me of a home I did claim amidst the stars," and as she turned her eyes to her sculpture of ice, Myrtu replied, "And I do enjoy shaping the ice into forms upon which I shall bestow life, in eventuality."

There are more of her in the cosmos? Ravdur thought to himself.

More godly hooved creatures that roam the stars and speak without speaking? What oddities did he miss while sleepily wandering the void? Did her kind cross paths once? Better to think about that later, “Hmm, so the gods of this world are not what I expect in this case.”

What do the others look like? He wondered, but his thought shifted when Myrtu spoke of home. "Home… that word, I am not sure I had a home or ever had one. My memory is not the best, and I guess this world is my home now.” He said with a sigh, he does not remember much about his past before being called and wonders why that is so.

But he forced his mind to focus on the matter at hand. “You spoke of shaping the ice and giving it life. What kind of life are you making?”

"We say that home is beneath thine hooves, anyway- or… whatever those things you possess are- feet! Yes, in such case, therefore- you truly are home," Myrtu responded, before turning to their carved ice. "This shall act as guide and mold for coming Pegasus- a winged and hooved, creature, with a strong back, and determination enough to define its own freedom and purpose! Though I have worn myself weary and require rest before granting it freedom from its icy form."

She moves so that Ravdur can see the carving better. It appears to be a creature similar to Myrtu, though it lacks horns or the same stature, and it is reared up on its hind legs, with finely carved feathered wings. "The ice acts only as template, for I've not the ability to do.. likely what you're able- what are you able to do, Lord of Ice? Create ice sculptures with ease, no doubt," she laughed slightly before waiting on the answer.

“Hmmm, I see Myrtu and a Pegasus, you say,” intrigued he is. So Ravdur walked to the carving to get a better look. Stopping just a few feet from it and it studied it for a bit. An interesting mount if one could tame it but based on what Myrtu said. It will be a challenge, or maybe a different method be used.

Ravdur, chuckled, "Yeah, I can make ice sculptures with ease.” Looking down at his hands and briefly ice formed in his hands, “I have created some for this world, though so far only making cold ecosystems for this world. Since these mortals have ventured this far north, they had to have crossed it.”

Ravdur took a minute to think and then spoke in time, looking at Myrtu. “I do have plans for this world, and I think my next creation will be black ice. Something for the mortals and myself. When they discover how to use it, and do you have plans for this world too?”

Myrtu briefly looked down at the frozen Elves, shaking her mane disparagingly, "If they crossed through better zones of habitation then truly, they were foolish, yet admirable to have come so far."

Then to Ravdur, she said, "I have come to understand those odd non-hooves and will bless the world with examples of a multitude of superiorly hooved creatures. So, for now, there shall be Horses I'll bring into this world. Many and more. For if these creatures cannot have the freedom of being born with hooves, then perhaps an alliance with those that possess them, will alleviate what must surely be a source of sorrow and pain. All should be free to know what it is like to be carried swiftly by hooves of liberation!"

Myrtu danced about with her front legs only briefly before asking, "And what shall thine black ice do for the world? What creature is there that can withstand the cold- for if these creatures are what populate the world, then they are weak indeed."

“Yeah, they did, the zones I made were, yes, cold but habitable. Where one could thrive.” Ravdur looked back at the frozen elves and then back at Myrtu. “I am sure they had a reason for coming this far north but were unprepared. Perhaps exploring the world and ventured too far for their limits.” Bold and yet foolish, he thought.

He chuckled once again, “So more horses into the world, a noble endeavor.” He is not sure about the superiority of hooved creatures but giving the world possible mounts is not a bad thing. Only he hopes they are not as… odd as Myrtu.

“As for what is black ice, it is a ice that is blackish in appearance and never melts. Stronger than any metal the mortals can make. One that can be used to make strong weapons or reinforcement of buildings. Making them stronger, keeping them insulated from the cold if done right and even used to it to make special armor.” Ravdur paused, and a smile appeared on his face.

“Soon, I think I will make it and see how it takes for mortals can figure out how to use it.” Then that smile went away, “But as for elves, they are called, weak maybe. But, if they to survive in this world, they need to adapt, or perhaps a more hardy race needs to show them how?” That last sentence made him think, Should I make such a race?

But he quickly got his mind back on track.

“Still, we will see if these elves will stay foolish and weak. As I said, they need to adapt and learn if they wish to survive and thrive in this world. For it will not show them mercy as these elves have seen.”

"The world is young yet- plenty of time for adaptation, if there is any to be had among their kind- but perhaps the motivation of a competing species could, indeed, propel them swiftly along the path of growth," Myrtu replied, before suddenly going stiff. Her eyes began to dance with multitude and myriad of colors so swiftly that it was always a question of what color had been in place previously.

Sounding surprised, she gasped, then proclaimed, "They could be anything. Everything. Possibilities endlessly contained within all that makes the creatures of creation- needing only but a nudge here- a blessing there- and perhaps the whispers of freedom indeed." Her head tilted to the side, "And if it true that your Black Ice would have such usefulness, then that grants them even more profound possibilities! How would they adapt to a world with creations wrought from a substance with such potential?"

Whinnying excitedly, Myrtu danced about again, moving her legs up and down, "Are you going to make it now? Here? Right here and now?! Shall the Black Ice come from this place?"

Ravdur was taken back by Myrtu’s sudden excitement and dancing but did not show it. “Not here, not this far north. But someplace where it would not be exploited by everyone. Somewhere only by those willing to make the journey and have the tools and knowledge to gather it, can use it. And that knowledge will be accessible only by a temple of my make, and I know where to place it.”

Myrtu halted once more, regarding Ravdur with a steady gaze, and a brief silence. "I see," her head lowered slightly as if disappointed. A soft huff left her as a hoof pawed the ground dejectedly, "Very well then. Please, mind not the sculpture of Pegasus. I shall leave it here for a while, mayhaps come back to redesign the proportions. I've need to stretch mine legs and wings--" she lept high into the air without kicking up so much as a snowflake, her wings of light burst forth brilliantly.

Speeding off, without giving the Lord of Ice so much as a moment to protest or even say goodbye, Myrtu was already dashing across the sky and out of sight.

“Guess I disappointed her,” Ravdur said to himself as he watched the goddess fly out of sight. He felt kinda bad about it but at the same time. He could not feel about how Myrtu was an odd goddess, and his gaze turned to the Pegasus and had half a mind to surprise her with a living one.

But went against that idea since he did not have the power right now nor wished to disappoint the godly horse more. So at that spot, using what power he had, Ravdur created black ice and spread it in a small area. The area between two of the mountains that next to the stonebreaker mountains. And placed his temple that held the knowledge needed to gather and use black ice and a clue to where it could be found in the area where three mountains meet. Which is made of black ice and can not be damaged or removed.

Satisfied with his creations, Ravdur left the area and headed south. With Myrtu unintentionally giving him an idea and now to see if these elves can find his temple and the black ice. If they have the drive to venture this far north, albeit unprepared. Then maybe they can uncover the temple and discover the strength of black ice. But, for now, Ravdur has other plans though waits to see if these elves or someone else finds the temple first.

Summary

Ravdur goes further north after making the Tundra and Taiga. He finds Myrtu carving ice, making the sky weird, and surrounded by frozen elf corpses. Introductions happen. Myrtu sprints off abruptly. Ravdur creates Black Ice, a crafting resource for mortals.

Points

Ravdur -1AP (Ice!) Discount from 2. Create Black Ice
-1AP (Ice!) Discount from 2. Create Black Ice Temple

Myrtu - None Spent!

Black Ice

TL;DR Nevermelting ice that can be used similarly to metal but is far stronger.

Ice that is blackish in appearance and never melts. Stronger than any metal the mortals can make. Can be used to make strong weapons, armor, or act as reinforcements in the manufacturing of buildings, that can help keep mortals insulated from the cold.

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Re:Divinus VII

Po
AND

^{Fire Islands}

Today, the Fire Isles had a visitor of most unusual form.

A massive unicorn, towering over the head of every mortal, pranced about along the shores, wildly knickering and winnying, and seemingly having a fantastic time in the land of sea and fire. His fur was a dazzling display of white, which shifted dizzyingly to different hues and colors, as the light of the volcano refracted off of it.

From a distance, a few Porries pointed and screamed, alarmed at this creature that was shaped so.
So.
… what in the name of the gods is that?!

"BLESSED CREATORS, WE BESEECH YOU," cried one panicked Porry, with all the zeal of a destined preacher, "HELP US!"

“Already on it!” A scratchy voice yelled back. Running behind the unicorn was Po, dazzled in flames and arms outstretched as she cut across the sand, leaving prints of molten glass in her wake. “Come ‘ere! Let your favorite Po have a taste!”

Myrtu halted immediately, turning their massive equine head toward Po, to regard the other with eyes of a dazzling multitude of shifting colors. In a voice that came not from a mouth that moved to speak it, the Unicorn responded,"HAH! As if a creature, whom looks so lowly that their clothing is but burlap, would even be allowed to dine upon mine own immaculate flesh!"

“I’m all fire, baby!” Po trilled as she leapt in, hungry eyes poking out from the blazing white void under her hood of fire.

"All fire yet thine words are but puffs of smoke- was thy mother but a bundle of hay?" Myrtu did nothing more than dodge aside, prancing out of the way, in a manner that was clearly provocation.

Po crashed into the ground, molten sand spraying everywhere. She sat up in her new pool of glass. “Do you mind prancing a little bit more this way? I know a nice warm spot for you.”

"Is this the speed and fierceness of the flames on this world? At the pace of the glaciers, mayhaps you'd catch me in an eternity- come closer- catch me, brutish cinder lacking in ferocity! Where art thine words ablaze? Is this all you've to offer?" Myrtu pranced absolute circles around Po then, at a speed that was casually slow. Obliging the request, perhaps?

A long pause. “What?” Po stood up.

Myrtu only halted then to dance like a proper show horse as they explained, "You've all fire yet no bite! Insults, burning being, they are what can scald the heart of thine enemies before they blaze has chance to lick the flesh. Demoralizing an opponent! Think now, then insult mine whore of a mother!"

"Your mother's a whore?" Po asked more than declared, taking a few steps closer.

"Come now- conviction and true vitriol must drip from thine words! Thou must believe that mine mother is but a slattern and streetwalker in kind!" Myrtu noted the closer steps yet… stood there. Tauntingly, even.

Po pointed a confident finger at the horse and shouted until her fire blazed a blinding white, setting the area aflame. "Your mother is such a whore, that it damaged your confidence as a child and inadvertently turned you into a self satisfying braggart adult in the hopes of fulfilling the lost feeling of a complete and nurtured upbringing!" She stomped her foot and a cylinder of lava blasted from the earth to surround them in a small arena of heat. Po jabbed her finger in the sky again and shouted, "Now let me eat you, it runs in the family!"

Absolutely leaping with joy for Po, Myrtu whinnyed as they proclaimed, "Brilliant! Wonderful! Absolutely fantastic!" They laughed despite the danger,"Perhaps sampling a part of me shall indeed be a fine reward- you've a brilliant and growing future in the realm of proper insults, despite that one being startlingly specific, and it deserves nurturing!" Myrtu's horn began to glow, a most singular and blinding light beginning to coalesce into a bead at the tip, "Yes! I shall feed you the heat of distant stars whose colors I did take for mine own!"

Po pointed at the far too bright void under her hood. "Hit me with it!"

Myrtu, eyes swirling with the absolute chaos of colors known and unknown to this world, aimed their divine horn directly for the target. In a display that would blind any mortals unfortunate enough not to turn away- with the condensed heat of hundreds of thousands of cosmic suns upon impact- a beam of pure light and color shot from the pointed tip of Myrtu's horn! Such intense heat did too add to the collection of sand turned glass, creating there, glasses of chaotic form and chromatic colors where the excess sparks flew forth from the beam. This brilliant laser sustained for moments far longer than likely expected. Oh, was Myrtu giving Po an absolute FEAST.

"BLBLBLBLBLBLBLBLBLBL!"the rapid fire gulping sound echoed from Po until it ended with a loud burp and the tiniest ^{"''scuse me."}

Po held a hand up to her hood and lurched for a moment. Another burp snuck out. Then another… until finally the loudest burp of all cracked through the sky and a galloping herd of flaming horses came stampeding from the god. The majestic beasts of flame scattered and thundered, all but hiding another small ^{"excuse me!"}

Once again, Myrtu jumped and pranced about with glee, "Glorious! Brilliant! EXTRAORDINARY!" And in a small aside voice replied, ^{"Thou'rt excused."}

Summary

Myrtu visits the Fire Isles! Porries, having never seen something like him, freak out and call for backup. Enter Po. The first exchange of insults in the world happens, after Myrtu tutors Po in the "art". Myrtu feeds Po a rainbow laser beam as a reward. A heard of Fire Island Equis (horse variant) pop out.

Points

Po -1MP (Fire!) Discount from 2. Make Fire to combine with...
Myrtu -2AP (Freedom!) The Horseining Beam.

Fire Island Equis

TL;DR Hot Horse. Same physcial limits as Porries. Average horse intelligence. Speed boosts from being fed while sprinting.

The Fire Island Equis is a Horse Variation created by Myrtu and Po. In their base form, the Fire Islan Equis resembles a burning crimson horse, with skin speckled by "cooler" black patches, with a fiery mane, fiery tail, and blazing eyes. Default coloration is that of normal campfire flames. Average lifespan is 20 years if well taken care of but, it is currently horrendly short, due to location and 'recent spawning.'

On average, the Fire Islane Equis has a lean and muscular build, better suited for sprinting and endurance trotting. It stands from approximately 10 to 14 hands with an average speed matching that of a Well Bred and fit Standard Horse. An average Horse intelligence is paired with the Burning Goddess's Ferocity. Indeed, they can be quite onry and difficult to tame, but the Porries don't seem to mind.

Their ability to have enhanced endurance and even higher speed, while being fed with sources of carbon and combustibles during motion, can make this horse breed quite a valuable asset. It's current usefulness however, suffers from the same conditions that Porries themselves must abide by. A minor additional issue, due to the influence of Myrtu's FREEDOM aspect in their creation, is the Fire Island Equis' tendency to go for a run when bored, leaving their pens or owners, simply to feel the wind beneath their hooves: they return. Sometimes.

Re:Divinus VII

^{In deep space...}

“I am Anath Homura! Come forth to me, and become the cosmic cultivators and architects of a new realm! Join my pantheon, and become Divine! Shape the sturdy land, shift the singing sea, sculpt the soaring sky, rewrite reality in accordance with your visions!"

And thus did Myrtu finally stir from their slumber. Around him, the wispy iridescent simmering of the nebula swirled as his eyes opened. Slowly it shifted and spiraled, as multicolored smoke, in response to his every motion, as he unfolded his legs. How long had he been asleep? Crackling sheets of ice cascading off of her body, as she shook the grogginess from her frame, implied that the gentle nap had lasted for quite a while longer than expected.

She had found this frozen hunk of matter on her travels. Trailing sparkling dust, it had been sprinting through the depths of space. Joyful and believing it to be another of her kind, she had taken great strides to catch up to it. Though disappointed it was not another- neither bearing horn nor mane- Myrtu had still sprinted along with it, in admiration for its freely chosen path through the cosmos. Togethrt they had romed until there came a time she had grown weary from the joy of it all. With the sprinting hunk's permission, she had settled onto its surface, which had proven to be quite the gentle resting ground, indeed.

And now look!

How wonderful, that it had taken their mutual traveling path through such a vast nebula- one whose colors were just as beautiful as their own! Had it wished to ease the last of Myrtu's fading sorrows with one final show? Together, theyd traveled to many beautiful places, and slowly the burden of loneliness had indeed faded, but still Myrtu had felt the pangs of emptiness within- were they truly the last of their kind, after all?

But such beauty lifted the darkness of such thoughts.
And finally, Myrtu once again could think:

Someone else should see this!

Because they'd heard her voice calling from the distance.

Myrtu had liberated their world and all it's people- set them free for they had begged it- so none of them could see this. Not anymore. Not as they once had- with joyful eyes and hearts- and laughter that had filled the skies. There had been no one else for perhaps longer than they had slept- or maybe even longer than he had ran? He wanted to ask the hunk of space if it was able to see as he could, but Myrtu had never been able to communicate with it.

Then again, the mass had brought him close enough to hear the Voice- that faint call from the distance. Could it be that it wanted, at last, to show him that he may be the last of his kind, but not the last that could communicate as he could.

Another run was due, then.

Now, in order to show others his beauty- to show her- whoever had awakened him, the beauty of this nebula as a recreation, perhaps. Myrtu had always been told his creations were magnificent, after all.

"Farewell mine silent companion- forever shall I remember thee- for without thine stoic steadiness, I surely would Have submitted to the vile madness of loneliness and seclusion," Myrtu told the comet, her horn touching its surface, in gentle adoration, "Until we meet again."

And so it was that Myrtu sprinted across the stars- their power and speed unmatched by all but the Divine. They sprinted, seeking... searching...

Ah!


It was from this barren rock that the voice did come- this fragile world shifting before their eyes, which was alarmingly too small. Myrtu had arrived in MAXIMUM size before the world, which was only as large as half the size of their comet-friend. Politely, she shrank herself- down, down... To the size of something more suited for such a tiny planet. Such a cute little stone hanging in space.

She paid no others any mind as her eyes were set upon a singular path forward- to the perfect place where she knew she was meant to be, for now.

So it was in that cold and barren pole- that place as cold and comforting as the surface of that sprinting comet- that Myrtu landed. She found herself still towering, horn brushing the lower atmosphere, and once more had to shrink herself. Now that she was here, she wanted to the run needed to be enjoyable! And that could only be done on such a small rock in a vastly smaller form, of course.

Myrtu regarded the goat-fawn-cat-being for a moment, then equated her size to that which stood only four heads taller than him, before taking to the skies once more.

In such a place, in the cold and barren, with the skies so thusly open and blue, Myrtu ran wildly, trailing behind them a dazzling display of color and shimmering lights. Despite the light of the currently eternal day, the sparkling colors dancing above the pole could be seen with their wild and free run, hanging behind their path.

When at last they had completed their sprinting, bearing not even a pant or huff for the exertion, Myrtu's hooves halted once more. Their horn aglow, they pointed them to the sky above the pole, with all its vastly dazzling colors, and set their creation... free.

To no one in particular, he shouted, "As beautiful as mine resting ground, in distant depths of black and frost, so too shall these lights roam the skies- wild and free! To it, I gave no name, for it is free of my own declaration! Behold!"

The Unamed Creation of Myrtu, a phenomena of multicolored lights, will 'roam' the skies freely and slowly. They will appear bright or faint, dazzling or dull, no matter the background light in the sky, and will return to 'rest' at the pole when eventually comes.

^{Edit: Fixed number of AP. Changed arrival size. Changed Chaos to Potential.}

Summary

Myrtu has arrived from a distant nebula after waking up on a comet! They then had the zoomies across the pole and rainbows came out. She thinks everyone should check it out.

Points

- 5MP (Potential!) Creation of an "Aurora Borealis" type phenomena that changes colors, brightness, and sparkles with absolute chaotic randomness.

- 2 AP discounted (Freedom!) To set said auroras FREE of a being bound to a specific location.

0MP/3AP remaining.

Guardians

Bones

Age:
23?

Gender:
NONE -- He/They

Appearance:

Oh No

That's right. Due to the Bonding, nothing remains of his flesh, but for a skeleton which has been colored neon hues, and a skull which holds three eye sockets. In the dark, the illumination from those empty eye sockets is a soft green. Oh, make no mistake, Bones tries to wear clothing but it gets expensive, due to the fact that anything in long-term contact with his bones degrades rapidly- becoming a tattered mess in two days. This is due to his constant state of "telekinetic repulsion."

Personality:
Madness? For quite some time, it was thought that the Bonding had failed- that he had been driven mad by it- yet. In the midst of their newly moody personality, the extreme amnesia which rendered them temporarily unable to communicate, and the occasionally violent moments of him throwing things around, it became apparent that he wasn't mad- no, well, not that kind of mad- but he was sane! Sort of. Bones- as he absolutely hates to be called- can be described as quiet, because manifesting a "sound" voice is an exhausting task. He's adept in several sign languages, though the missing face has thrust him into his own dialect, and will often make a lot of effort to communicate, as he's actually rather friendly- sometimes. Their moods can swing from friendly to hateful on a whim, but staying on his good side isn't difficult. Mostly. Their personality has dissolved into chaos that tends to be mostly functional but sometimes isn't.

Abilities/Powers:
ASCENDED Skeletal Body
Bones has become a skeleton! However, the skeletal remains have turned into a substance far harder than actual bone- possibly the toughest substance on the planet currently- and it is the only known substance immune to his primary ability. He feels no physical pain, no temperature changes, and no physical fatigue.

Telekinesis
The entire reason why Bones is well.. bones.. is due to his flesh having flown off of his body, due to the contact it had with his skeleton. The closer he is to something, the more powerful his ability to control the object with his mind, and the more powerful his telekinetic repulsion field. This unfortunately meant that the closest thing to his "self" which apparently is his "skeleton" was everything else attached to him. Most of his Telekinesis is based on throwing things away from him, but he is also able to pull things closer, and crush objects with his mind. Using such a power is extremely exhausting, depending on mass, quantity, how far something is moved, and for how long it is moved. He always has an "active" repulsive field that can be felt if his bones are touched- felt as in, will probably fling someone's hand away at best, and fling them across the room at worst.

Telepathic Reception?
Could be psychosis - could be something else - but he is capable of receiving memories that aren't his. They have absolutely no control over this and he rarely understands these are not his memories to begin with. There's something to that third eye that will probably remain a mystery. Either way, sometimes this "reception" can make him a master chef, an incredible engineer, a wonderful musician, a really great mother- it's completely random what ability he may "receive" but it's never a secondary power and can often be a delusion entirely. No, really- he once was a High Wizard of the 9th Circle and cast "spells" and none of them did anything. How. Embarrassing. The receptions and memories happen at random and leave just as quickly as they came. It's still very unclear if this is real or not.

Weaknesses/Vulnerabilities:
Telekinetic Exhaustion
Using his ability for too long will result in the loss of his ability temporarily. His personal telekinetic field will remain active, but he can't manipulate things that aren't himself, when tired. It will also result in more rapid memory loss, especially if he's pushed beyond his limit by moving something HUGE or crushing something very tough or too many things. He will flat out forget what he was doing and why, in such a case, with more severe cases resulting in the loss of the entire day's memories in an instant. The "recharge" time is six hours but can be longer depending on what caused the exhaustion. This can, in extremely severe cases, result in his skeleton becoming... disassembled, partially. How embarrassing.

Rapid Memory Decay
His memory is fourteen days long for minor events; one month for major events; and three months for people he's met. Without constant reminder he cannot remember things. This does not apply to physical tasks, abilities learned, or progress made toward learning things. Interestingly, he will often be able to recall information that he should never have in the first place- languages that have died or places that used to exist- with great detail. Could it be that his memories are replaced? Perhaps.

Spooky Scary AGONY
His entire body is a Phantom Pain. Sometimes the agony is so intense it is completely and utterly debilitating. This pain can happen at any time, can be his full body, or a limb, or multiple limbs at once. This pain is part of the cause for his moodiness, as who could possibly live with such chronic pains- without any means of relief- and not be kind of irritable? Then there's the matter of their appearance: it truly takes a special person to be comfortable around a walking skeleton. His social life has suffered as a result and he's rather bitter about it. The only people that remember his true name and identity won't tell him, but he's forgotten about that, because he's so lonely without friends or family, that all he wants is a HUG- but he can't have HUGS because he might send the person INTO ORBIT ACCIDENTALLY-

Can't Heal, Can't Swim, Limited Strength
If something actually ever manages to fracture or break his bones, there is no way he'll be able to heal. Of course, this means the bones will have to be reattached somehow- likely by metal- or scrapped altogether. He also can't swim anymore, due to the lack of all the physical surface area, and inability to build up the physical strength to swim. They posses the strength of an average adult without physical training.

Glowing Weak Point
Those glowing eyes of his give away the fact that the Radiant within Bones has coalesced within his skull. Destroying his skull, then scooping out the Radaint within, and destroying it thereafter, will absolutely kill him. And, of course, the option of not destroying the Radiant and keeping him simply removed from his body is a hell he doesn't want to think about...

Specialized Equipment:
Everything Breaks
So whatever he's given, it is generally not expected to return with him, but it is usually experimental. So far, the experimental "bodysuit" which boosts the range of his control has seen frequent use.

Biography:

Once Upon A Time

There was a young woman that thought, "Why not go and defend this great city? After all, my dad did, and his dad did too!" And so she approached the Guardians. Or wait. Maybe that was someone else? What were we talking about again? Ah, yes, the sun rose over the cherry blossoms in bloom, they drifted on the wind, like a pink whirlwind and...

Truth is, there is a file somewhere, within which is contained a mystery, that can properly describe the enigma that is Bones. It says- years ago when the bonding first happened- YEARS ago. That they simply disappeared out of existence immediately upon ingesting the radiant. Vanished. Poof! It says, they showed up again one day, years later, furious and quiet, trying desperately to communicate before, once again, disappearing before everyone's eyes. Eventually they came back, even more years later, and they were put under extensive observation. There's even a bit of the file that said they were hunted down, having "escaped", and were briefly considered a lost cause.

And then there came sudden stability.
He had to relearn coherent communication, convince others he could be trusted, and after no more incidents of suddenly vanishing, he got trained.

And then forgot about most of this.

There's a journal that someone keeps for Bones- because they can't touch it of course- but it is read to him whenever he forgets something crucial. Every single day, someone tells Bones that he is a Guardian now, and that he is going to help protect people. Every single day. He remembers his training well and believes, perhaps, that through such valorous deeds, he can get a friend to read his journal to him, instead of the nice doctor with the nice coat and the cold, cold eyes.
Only a dream, though, because he's a Guardian now! That's good enough, right?
Who... needs friends?
OR HUGS!?

Fun Facts:
Look at him.
Any number of insane rumors about what he is, what he does, and where he came from could have been heard. Of course, the main one being, that they may as well be an abomination, and can't be trusted.
... and also that they can help anyone hide a body.
Eugh, and he's so desperate to be liked, it's disgusting.
He sometimes reaches out toward people like a dangerous zombie and it's strange.
He's already out of his mind, why would anyone let him be a Guardian? Likely to turn traitor at any given moment, for sure! More of a liability than anything.

Re:Divinus VII

|| FREEDOM || POTENTIAL || EQUINES ||

Base Form:
Myrtu can be perceived as a towering equine being, with a singular crystaline horn, and wings created out of the light of rainbows, stylized as feathers. Their glossy coat of fur is not simply white- they are every color all at once. Blindingly bright during the day so as to appear white, yet reflecting the light in a pearlescent sheen, with hues that shift through the rainbow, as the light hits their hide in differing angles; yet, deep and black as the darkness itself at night, reflecting the moonlight in a dazzling iridescent display that glitters as rainbow starlight. Their eyes swirl with a myriad of colors known and unknown to mortals constantly.

A Poor Visual Representation Of Such Godliness

Aspect: F R E E D O M
"Wild and free! To choose, to roam, to explore, to do as the will doth guide thee!"
They are the instinct to break the cage, the chaos contained in the whim, a desire to break the rules, the inspiration drawn from a freefall. She is the darkened impulse that drives one to kill at random- he is the instinct of the opportunistic thief- they are the desire of the slave to break their chains. This is the essence of true free will- to choose death in combat or death at the edge of a cliff. He is the freedom of the wanderer, she is the freedom found in the strict code of the hermit, they are the freedom of birdsong changing melody in the wind. Freedom found in the strict order of the universe- freedom in the wildness of the universal chaos.
Freedom to do as the heart desires, to see a task through to the end, and to grab hold of fate itself!
OR NOT.
For that is the true heart of freedom!

Aspect: P O T E N T I A L
"All that is, call that could be, and the endless potential for more!"
She unlocks that which could become. The maybe, the variable, and the what-if swirl and spiral within her eyes and mind, as the future, ever changing and undetermined, spirals on infinitely. Playing with the potential, navigating the possible, Myrtu understands that the ever shifting nature of the cosmos is chaos and order hand in hand, and yet it is so undefinable that even this explanation isn't sufficient. All that could be, she wishes to see, for all that could converges along points, within all that is, which creates all that wasn't.

Aspect: E Q U I N E S
"A for so useful and graceful, beautiful and strong, that it is simply divine!"
To be Equine is to be naturally blessed and of the ideal mortal form. Hooves are sturdy, their speed and maneuverability is worthy of adoration, and the back is strong enough to support the hoofless. Those who are not blessed with such a form know jealousy, but it is for the Equine to grant them encouragement, inspiration, and companionship that can form bonds as strong as their backs. Those of an Equine form are blessed and those things with forms similar to Equines are too. All the world should behold and be inspired!

Persona:
To be free, one must be creative and passionate, yet willing to put in hard work and effort, but not so serious that the joy of being free is overlooked! He can be all of these things, in such a dizzying display of inconsistent attitude, it can be frustrating for others to deal with. From one moment, willing to plod along and put in determined effort, to deciding perhaps a RUN or FLIGHT is more freeing in the next, to being cold and aloof as the impulses of violence turn her brutal- they are a difficult to summarize and even more difficult to understand. One thing is certain though: freedom can be incredibly selfish.

Myth:

And The Wolf Did Say

Then asked the wolf to his elder, whom limped along as she often loped, "Sister hunter, I see the scars upon your hide- were they not those of the hunter's traps? Which sought to tear from you thine fur and flesh?"

To the other, turned the scarred wolf, golden eyes a'gleaming, "Tis true, the hunter's trap did bite- its teeth made of metal, whose vicious grasp mine own fangs could not harm."

And this was cause of confusion in the other wolf, who did ask, "Yet here you stand, healed and hale- not so for mine own father- not so for thine own sister- tell me, Sister hunter, how it is so?" It was then that the other wolves, hearing this question, perked up with their ears and eyes, turning them onto the the wise old wolf.

Grinning in white fangs did the older wolf reply, "In mine moments of pain- for many days did pass- I struggled and fought all the while. Through the dark night, the hoarfrost mornings, I thought of my kin- how my fangs would again help bring low thine prey. I thought of the days when, once more, I would run alongside each of you through damp undergrowth."

Perplexed, did the other wolf did ask, "Did not the thought of death cross your mind?"

"Nay- never so! I knew that I would find mine freedom, once more, beneath paw and claw- and thus did Myrtu appear before me," the older wolf replied, eyes pointed skyward in recollection. "In blinding dazzling white of many colors, the sight pained mine eyes to gaze upon, and so I did shut them, as she did come upon me in silent hoof and haunch."

And the wolf did say, "With one touch of his horn most glorious, did the metal maw, which had rent my legs to the bone, did shatter into sparkling dust- for Myrtu, knowing my want for freedom, did bless me with that I so sought. And did Myrtu, their horn aglow, did free my broken legs of their pain and ailment, for that too, was my desire- for how could I yet run again, were it not for this blessed freedom from mine wounds?"

Musical Theme:

Pure Breeze - Soul Calibur 3

^{Edit: Compiling the things created by Myrtu here. Updating character sheet too!}

Myrtu's Creations

For easy and future reference! Because I'm forgetful! Also giving things theme songs just cause.

Odysseus Equis

TL;DR Book Mules with Wings. Clydesdale Horse sized. Wings that display star charts, temperature readings, wind current details, and their life's journey.

(I'll add more later)

Deep Glacial Ecosystem

TL;DR Plants, insects, berries, and apples that are capable of growing deep underground in glacial caves.
(will eventually add more details)

Familia Equine + Potential

TL;DR Myrtu created Zebras, Donkeys, Kiangs, Zorses, Kungas, Onagers, Mules, and Hinnies. They are capable of normal reproduction. All of them adapted to their climates and biomes in fantastical ways.
(gimmie a min i'll get to this.)

Sanguis Equis

TL;DR Blood Horse. Blind. Echolocation/Ultrasound. Bat Wings. Furless. Iron carnivore teeth and long mouths. Sharp Iron Rhino spikes and Sharp Iron hooves.
First Appearance Post

The Sanguis Equis is a special Horse Variation created by Myrtu as a gift for Wyn. In their base forms, the Sanguis Equis resembles a horse with a bare, metallic, black furless hide, which features leathery softness at points of high flexibility. They have black mane and tail hair, a set of large batlike wings, and a mouth which opens fully along the length of the jaw, that features sharpened iron teeth similar to those of tigers. Two sharp iron horns, which grow in a similar manner to those of a Rhinoceros, protrude from their foreheads. Several bony crests, spikes, and nodules have reshaped their skulls as additional organs, which assist in their keen sense of hearing. Their Iron Hooves are sharpened and feature a crescent forward facing blade, that grows from the length of the proximal phalanx. A Sanguis Equis communicates in complex clicks, whistles, and trills which allow them to properly sight their environment with sound alone, and high percision. Their average lifespan is 30 years when well taken care of but few see such senior years, due to their home environment.

Determined, stubborn, social, and somewhat friendly describes the general temperament of the Sanguis Equis. This makes them capable ambush pack hunters, fiercely loyal to their herds, and they rarely leave a being they've formed a bond with, even to their own detriment sometimes. The Sanguis Equis' unique adaptation, to a blood rich and carnivorous diet, allows their bodies to capitalize on the presence of high concentrations of blood iron, which is converted into its horn, hide, and hoof metals. Their horns in particular take until the horse's full maturation to cut through the flesh, a process which is bloody and rather slow, but the horns can regrow if detached. Metals on their hides are more easily replaced but still take months to regrow. Rust is a concern with an older Sanguis Equis, as their bodies do not readily shed the metal of their hides; their hooves often see enough use, which results in a more rapid replacement of damaged or rusted material. The "Equis Iron" can be harvested, polished, and smelted in the same manner as wrought iron.

Fire Island Equis

TL;DR Hot Horse. Same physical limits as Porries. Average horse intelligence. Speed boosts from being fed while sprinting.

First Appearance Post

The Fire Island Equis is a special Horse Variation created by Myrtu and Po. In their base form, the Fire Island Equis resembles a burning crimson horse, with skin speckled by "cooler" black patches, with a fiery mane, fiery tail, and blazing eyes. Default coloration is that of normal campfire flames. Average lifespan is 20 years if well taken care of but, it is currently horrendously short, due to location and 'recent spawning.'

On average, the Fire Island Equis has a lean and muscular build, better suited for sprinting and endurance trotting. It stands from approximately 10 to 14 hands with an average speed matching that of a Well Bred and fit Standard Horse. An average Horse intelligence is paired with the Burning Goddess's Ferocity. Indeed, they can be quite ornery and difficult to tame, but the Porries don't seem to mind.

Their ability to have enhanced endurance and even higher speed, while being fed with sources of carbon and combustibles during motion, can make this horse breed quite a valuable asset. It's current usefulness however, suffers from the same conditions that Porries themselves must abide by. A minor additional issue, due to the influence of Myrtu's FREEDOM aspect in their creation, is the Fire Island Equis' tendency to go for a run when bored, leaving their pens or owners, simply to feel the wind beneath their hooves: they return. Sometimes.

Centaur

TL;DR Centaur. Half Horse, Half Human. High stamina. Can grow horns, antlers, and bony crests. Can have beard/diffuse body hair regardless of gender.

A Centaur possesses a human upper body which, at the lower abdomen, becomes that of a four legged horse. Their height and stature rivals that of horses, which means they are likely to tower over other mortals, including Elves, but this depends on the lineage and adapted environment.

A variety of colors, patterns, and markings- including stripes, spots, and splotches- are possible in booth their fur as well as upon their skin as light or dark markings depending on their dominant skin tone. They are possessed of every possible shade of brown, bronze, gold, or pale skin tone, with some having adapted to have jet black, snow white, or green skin depending on their lineage. Their hair, mane, and fur texture can be anything from tightly coiled, z-curled, wavy, very straight, and everything in-between, depending on their lineage. Horns, antlers, racks, and even unique bony protrusions and crests are capable of coming from their heads, depending on how their environments have adapted them.

Due to their horse-like lower bodies, Centaur are adept runners, capable of the same speed as horses depending on personal training and stature. Even despite the size of the Centaur, all are possessed of a naturally higher stamina than most mortals.

Kinnaras

TL;DR Human with Two Horse Legs Lower Body. Very strong legs and backs. Can grow horns, antlers, and bony crests. Can have beard/diffuse body hair regardless of gender.

Kinnaras have the upper body of a human which, at the lower abdomen, turns into that of a two legged horse, with or without a tail, depending on environmental adaptation. Average heights place them slightly taller than the average human but a head shorter than the average Elf.

A variety of colors, patterns, and markings- including stripes, spots, and splotches- are possible in booth their furred legs as well as upon their skin, as light or dark markings, depending on their dominant skin tone. Every skin tone possible for a human is possible for a Kinnaras, including some fantastic coloration depending on the environment. Every hair texture possible for both a Human and a Horse is possible for a Kinnaras, including an unfortunate early and sudden bareness, which occasionally occurs for humans. Horns, antlers, racks, and unique bony crests can grow from their heads, although they tend to be miniature, due to neck muscle strength.

Because of their lower bodies being muscularly denser and proportionately heavier than their upper bodies, Kinnaras tend to have very strong legs and backs. Their kicks are powerful and their jumps are far but they're just as average as humans otherwise.

Myrtu's Humans

TL;DR Humans with blessed hyper-genetic-adaptation in their bloodlines. Otherwise basic.

Myrtu's Humans are humans blessed with unlocked potential for genetic adaptation, a trait which will follow their bloodlines, for as long as they exist. To begin, their appearance has been randomized among all possible skin tones, hair colors, eye colors, hair textures, heights, and builds that humans are capable of. They are also capable of naturally occurring fantastic skin tones, eye colors, and hair colors, depending on the environment in which they adapt to.

There is no visible indication, to other mortals, that they are Myrtu's Humans, unless there is a specific fantastic adaptation which sets them apart in a crowd- yet, in time, this may not be as easy to spot either.

Myrtu's Umbra

TL;DR Naughty Umbra blessed with enhanced-adaptation to environments. Unique coloration. Blessed with Filthy Proto-Capitalist freedom.

There are fifty Umbra in the world blessed by Myrtu. These are capable of "physical" adaptation to their different environments, mostly in the form of changing colors to blend in as camouflage, but their shapes may also be altered, based on the Regional Response to their forms. For example, if one culture despises a smooth red and fluffy shadow, these Umbra can become more "appealing" to the eye. Intricate patterns and coloration will emerge, based on regional trends and likes, and their changes can occur much more swiftly than other creatures. They can adapt within a month, due to their unique physiology.

This adaptation is all for the sake of becoming better Merchants! Indeed, they retain their inherent nature, as was the intent of their creation, but these are also blessed with FREEDOM! They can and will absolutely cheat and swindle and drive a hard bargain, as soon as they would follow the rules to the letter, and some may develop their own codes of conduct, some may even develop a twisted sense of what it means to "trade". Is labor a fair trade for food? Is killing a man a fair trade for status?

Due to their blessings, they're easier to tell apart from the Umbra of the dark forest currently, especially since their "development" was jump-started with the rest of Myrtu's creations. Over time, this may become less apparent.

Various Tribe Info

Nuqtuq

Main Settlement Location

Location: North Eastern Glaciers, Nomadic to Taiga/Glacial intersection.

Races: Centaur, Human, Kinnaras

Common Physical Traits: Forward facing Buffalo Horns. Short and Compact stature. Wooly fur. Skin tones from golden brown to bronze to light brown. Horns are permanent and fuse to their skulls upon adulthood. The horns are kept sharp enough to pierce bear hide, which is a common predator, and they're long enough to ensure a killing blow.

Naming Conventions: Short. Harsh. Clicky or slurred sounding.
Sample Names: Kopq, Hvicy, Pngna, Qriqic, Vdslaq, Brkic

To outsiders, the Nuqtuq come off as confusing and curt, as their language and culture has developed far from the influence of others. Their speech is short, brisk, and has become that way because keeping one's mouth shut keeps the warmth from escaping. A complex set of clicks, whistles, grunts, and physical gestures fill in the gaps of their short communication, but can also make said communication even shorter on occasion. The Nuqtuq live in a settlement at the edge of the Northern Glaciers, named Nuqtuq, quite isolated and distant from other mortals. "Nuqtuq" is a word that refers to the tribe, the leaders of the tribe, and wherever the tribe has erected any sort of settlement- it's also the name of ice shelters, a whalebone headdress, and a survival food. Theirs is a culture of hunting Walrus, Seal, Whales, Moose, Bears, and Fish, in order of precedence, and they make every use of every bit of a kill, including the blood and droppings, as resources are scarce. If there were a people likely to survive in any situation, they're probably Nuqtuq.

Tup'wik

Nomadic Location Highlighted In Pink

Location: Taiga, Coastal Nomadic

Races: Kinnaras, Umbra, Centaur, Human.

Common Physical Traits: Moose Antlers, Deer Antlers, Caribou Antlers. Large in stature. Shaggy fur. Skin tones from pale to golden brown to moss green. Spots as fur and skin patterns. Antlers are shed and regrown every ten seasons, passing through phases of velvet, and bloody shedding. The Moose antlers are absolutely heavy but are great for scooping, flipping things, bringing down trees, and general defense against Bears, Lynxes, and Cougars.

Naming Conventions: "Bonded" Tup'wik take the last "sound" of their partner's name when the bond becomes Official. This isn't restricted by gender or which partner does what. The first "distinct" letter of a name often comes from the beginning of a parent's name. All of the tribe's Umbra have names that start with a U sound and they lengthen by a sound for each new "trade partner." Yes, a very long and silly umbra name will happen if one lives long enough.

Sample Names: Maliuit, T'unucra, Kitowa'cre, C'suhifa, Urt, Uopatilikiwik, Halit.

Umbra Culture: Trading companionship for trust, the Umbra in the Tup'wik tend to form bonds as "Second Shadow" or "Third Shadow" with the other non-umbras in the tribe, acting as backup and defense for hunters, or a second set of eyes when on the hunt. They keep company with a hunter and join them by choice. The bonds are often lifelong but can change depending on if one dies, gets fed up, or makes a different trade offer. (i.e. Watch my child in exchange for something else.)

Of all the nomadic tribes of Centaur, the Tup'wik are among the most likely to be friendly, want to trade, or take in strangers without anything expected in return. They posses a culture of the first wood flue music, carved masks, and use a lot of ritual dances for damn near everything. There's a wedding dance, a mourning dance, a birth dance, a first hunt dance, a coming of age dance, even a dance to SHED antlers when the season changes.

Guardians

@ChaoticLaw - Oh, dont worry, I knew the Character would be A Poblem in the setting, especially with everything that he represents, but every hero group needs the Monstrous Character. I figure through the ~*~magic~*~ of character progression, a few of his current issues might be resolved, eventually. This is his "we're giving you a chance under this laundry list of conditions, so dont screw this up" debut.

Guardians

Hello! It's me, Utrax!
I wasn't in the interest check but I'm Very Interested.
And I completely understand if this CS is too over the top. <3
Thanks for reading and I hope the RP goes well either way!

Bones

Age:
23?

Gender:
NONE -- He/They

Appearance:

Oh No

That's right. Due to the Bonding, nothing remains of his flesh, but for a skeleton which has been colored neon hues, and a skull which holds three eye sockets. In the dark, the illumination from those empty eye sockets is a soft green. Oh, make no mistake, Bones tries to wear clothing but it gets expensive, due to the fact that anything in long-term contact with his bones degrades rapidly- becoming a tattered mess in two days. This is due to his constant state of "telekinetic repulsion."

Personality:
Madness? For quite some time, it was thought that the Bonding had failed- that he had been driven mad by it- yet. In the midst of their newly moody personality, the extreme amnesia which rendered them temporarily unable to communicate, and the occasionally violent moments of him throwing things around, it became apparent that he wasn't mad- no, well, not that kind of mad- but he was sane! Sort of. Bones- as he absolutely hates to be called- can be described as quiet, because manifesting a "sound" voice is an exhausting task. He's adept in several sign languages, though the missing face has thrust him into his own dialect, and will often make a lot of effort to communicate, as he's actually rather friendly- sometimes. Their moods can swing from friendly to hateful on a whim, but staying on his good side isn't difficult. Mostly. Their personality has dissolved into chaos that tends to be mostly functional but sometimes isn't.

Abilities/Powers:
ASCENDED Skeletal Body
Bones has become a skeleton! However, the skeletal remains have turned into a substance far harder than actual bone- possibly the toughest substance on the planet currently- and it is the only known substance immune to his primary ability. He feels no physical pain, no temperature changes, and no physical fatigue.

Telekinesis
The entire reason why Bones is well.. bones.. is due to his flesh having flown off of his body, due to the contact it had with his skeleton. The closer he is to something, the more powerful his ability to control the object with his mind, and the more powerful his telekinetic repulsion field. This unfortunately meant that the closest thing to his "self" which apparently is his "skeleton" was everything else attached to him. Most of his Telekinesis is based on throwing things away from him, but he is also able to pull things closer, and crush objects with his mind. Using such a power is extremely exhausting, depending on mass, quantity, how far something is moved, and for how long it is moved. He always has an "active" repulsive field that can be felt if his bones are touched- felt as in, will probably fling someone's hand away at best, and fling them across the room at worst.

Telepathic Reception?
Could be psychosis - could be something else - but he is capable of receiving memories that aren't his. They have absolutely no control over this and he rarely understands these are not his memories to begin with. There's something to that third eye that will probably remain a mystery. Either way, sometimes this "reception" can make him a master chef, an incredible engineer, a wonderful musician, a really great mother- it's completely random what ability he may "receive" but it's never a secondary power and can often be a delusion entirely. No, really- he once was a High Wizard of the 9th Circle and cast "spells" and none of them did anything. How. Embarrassing. The receptions and memories happen at random and leave just as quickly as they came. It's still very unclear if this is real or not.

Weaknesses/Vulnerabilities:
Telekinetic Exhaustion
Using his ability for too long will result in the loss of his ability temporarily. His personal telekinetic field will remain active, but he can't manipulate things that aren't himself, when tired. It will also result in more rapid memory loss, especially if he's pushed beyond his limit by moving something HUGE or crushing something very tough or too many things. He will flat out forget what he was doing and why, in such a case, with more severe cases resulting in the loss of the entire day's memories in an instant. The "recharge" time is six hours but can be longer depending on what caused the exhaustion. This can, in extremely severe cases, result in his skeleton becoming... disassembled, partially. How embarrassing.

Rapid Memory Decay
His memory is fourteen days long for minor events; one month for major events; and three months for people he's met. Without constant reminder he cannot remember things. This does not apply to physical tasks, abilities learned, or progress made toward learning things. Interestingly, he will often be able to recall information that he should never have in the first place- languages that have died or places that used to exist- with great detail. Could it be that his memories are replaced? Perhaps.

Spooky Scary AGONY
His entire body is a Phantom Pain. Sometimes the agony is so intense it is completely and utterly debilitating. This pain can happen at any time, can be his full body, or a limb, or multiple limbs at once. This pain is part of the cause for his moodiness, as who could possibly live with such chronic pains- without any means of relief- and not be kind of irritable? Then there's the matter of their appearance: it truly takes a special person to be comfortable around a walking skeleton. His social life has suffered as a result and he's rather bitter about it. The only people that remember his true name and identity won't tell him, but he's forgotten about that, because he's so lonely without friends or family, that all he wants is a HUG- but he can't have HUGS because he might send the person INTO ORBIT ACCIDENTALLY-

Can't Heal, Can't Swim, Limited Strength
If something actually ever manages to fracture or break his bones, there is no way he'll be able to heal. Of course, this means the bones will have to be reattached somehow- likely by metal- or scrapped altogether. He also can't swim anymore, due to the lack of all the physical surface area, and inability to build up the physical strength to swim. They posses the strength of an average adult without physical training.

Glowing Weak Point
Those glowing eyes of his give away the fact that the Radiant within Bones has coalesced within his skull. Destroying his skull, then scooping out the Radaint within, and destroying it thereafter, will absolutely kill him. And, of course, the option of not destroying the Radiant and keeping him simply removed from his body is a hell he doesn't want to think about...

Specialized Equipment:
Everything Breaks
So whatever he's given, it is generally not expected to return with him, but it is usually experimental. So far, the experimental "bodysuit" which boosts the range of his control has seen frequent use.

Biography:

Once Upon A Time

There was a young woman that thought, "Why not go and defend this great city? After all, my dad did, and his dad did too!" And so she approached the Guardians. Or wait. Maybe that was someone else? What were we talking about again? Ah, yes, the sun rose over the cherry blossoms in bloom, they drifted on the wind, like a pink whirlwind and...

Truth is, there is a file somewhere, within which is contained a mystery, that can properly describe the enigma that is Bones. It says- years ago when the bonding first happened- YEARS ago. That they simply disappeared out of existence immediately upon ingesting the radiant. Vanished. Poof! It says, they showed up again one day, years later, furious and quiet, trying desperately to communicate before, once again, disappearing before everyone's eyes. Eventually they came back, even more years later, and they were put under extensive observation. There's even a bit of the file that said they were hunted down, having "escaped", and were briefly considered a lost cause.

And then there came sudden stability.
He had to relearn coherent communication, convince others he could be trusted, and after no more incidents of suddenly vanishing, he got trained.

And then forgot about most of this.

There's a journal that someone keeps for Bones- because they can't touch it of course- but it is read to him whenever he forgets something crucial. Every single day, someone tells Bones that he is a Guardian now, and that he is going to help protect people. Every single day. He remembers his training well and believes, perhaps, that through such valorous deeds, he can get a friend to read his journal to him, instead of the nice doctor with the nice coat and the cold, cold eyes.
Only a dream, though, because he's a Guardian now! That's good enough, right?
Who... needs friends?
OR HUGS!?

Fun Facts:
Look at him.
Any number of insane rumors about what he is, what he does, and where he came from could have been heard. Of course, the main one being, that they may as well be an abomination, and can't be trusted.
... and also that they can help anyone hide a body.
Eugh, and he's so desperate to be liked, it's disgusting.
He sometimes reaches out toward people like a dangerous zombie and it's strange.
He's already out of his mind, why would anyone let him be a Guardian? Likely to turn traitor at any given moment, for sure! More of a liability than anything.

Re:Divinus VII

Hello, it's me, Utrax! Here's a character sheet.
If my CS is accepted, I'll join the Discord server to get the conversations and stuff.
Thanks for giving it a look! Let me know if I need to change or clarify anything.

|| FREEDOM ||

Base Form:
Myrtu can be perceived as a towering equine being, with a singular crystaline horn, and wings created out of the light of rainbows, stylized as feathers. Their glossy coat of fur is not simply white- they are every color all at once. Blindingly bright during the day so as to appear white, yet reflecting the light in a pearlescent sheen, with hues that shift through the rainbow, as the light hits their hide in differing angles; yet, deep and black as the darkness itself at night, reflecting the moonlight in a dazzling iridescent display that glitters as rainbow starlight.

A Poor Visual Representation Of Such Godliness

Aspect: F R E E D O M
"Wild and free! To choose, to roam, to explore, to do as the will doth guide thee!"
They are the instinct to break the cage, the chaos contained in the whim, a desire to break the rules, the inspiration drawn from a freefall. She is the darkened impulse that drives one to kill at random- he is the instinct of the opportunistic thief- they are the desire of the slave to break their chains. This is the essence of true free will- to choose death in combat or death at the edge of a cliff. He is the freedom of the wanderer, she is the freedom found in the strict code of the hermit, they are the freedom of birdsong changing melody in the wind. Freedom found in the strict order of the universe- freedom in the wildness of the universal chaos.
Freedom to do as the heart desires, to see a task through to the end, and to grab hold of fate itself!
OR NOT.
For that is the true heart of freedom!

Persona:
To be free, one must be creative and passionate, yet willing to put in hard work and effort, but not so serious that the joy of being free is overlooked! He can be all of these things, in such a dizzying display of inconsistent attitude, it can be frustrating for others to deal with. From one moment, willing to plod along and put in determined effort, to deciding perhaps a RUN or FLIGHT is more freeing in the next, to being cold and aloof as the impulses of violence turn her brutal- they are a difficult to summarize and even more difficult to understand. One thing is certain though: freedom can be incredibly selfish.

Myth:

And The Wolf Did Say

Then asked the wolf to his elder, whom limped along as she often loped, "Sister hunter, I see the scars upon your hide- were they not those of the hunter's traps? Which sought to tear from you thine fur and flesh?"

To the other, turned the scarred wolf, golden eyes a'gleaming, "Tis true, the hunter's trap did bite- its teeth made of metal, whose vicious grasp mine own fangs could not harm."

And this was cause of confusion in the other wolf, who did ask, "Yet here you stand, healed and hale- not so for mine own father- not so for thine own sister- tell me, Sister hunter, how it is so?" It was then that the other wolves, hearing this question, perked up with their ears and eyes, turning them onto the the wise old wolf.

Grinning in white fangs did the older wolf reply, "In mine moments of pain- for many days did pass- I struggled and fought all the while. Through the dark night, the hoarfrost mornings, I thought of my kin- how my fangs would again help bring low thine prey. I thought of the days when, once more, I would run alongside each of you through damp undergrowth."

Perplexed, did the other wolf did ask, "Did not the thought of death cross your mind?"

"Nay- never so! I knew that I would find mine freedom, once more, beneath paw and claw- and thus did Myrtu appear before me," the older wolf replied, eyes pointed skyward in recollection. "In blinding dazzling white of many colors, the sight pained mine eyes to gaze upon, and so I did shut them, as she did come upon me in silent hoof and haunch."

And the wolf did say, "With one touch of his horn most glorious, did the metal maw, which had rent my legs to the bone, did shatter into sparkling dust- for Myrtu, knowing my want for freedom, did bless me with that I so sought. And did Myrtu, their horn aglow, did free my broken legs of their pain and ailment, for that too, was my desire- for how could I yet run again, were it not for this blessed freedom from mine wounds?"

Musical Theme:

Pure Breeze - Soul Calibur 3