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Divinus: The God RP, Mk. III. Finished in Record Time™!

M E L A N T H A

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Following her question, Melantha waited patiently for the Architect to reply. During this time, many things could be said to have happened, like the awakening of many other gods; the nervous first steps of socialization that took place during this time could be summed up with a single word, "Interesting."

Melantha could not understand the Architect's plan clearly. He, as far as the knowledge that was passed on to her detailed, had created this world on His own and yet, He needed the support of other beings to manage it? One would think that by wielding as much power as He wielded - and it was a lot, Melantha could sense that much just by standing in His presence - simply managing this universe would have been far easier than doing whatever He did to create it in the first place.

While all this was going through her mind, Melantha kept staring at the unmoving Architect, waiting for an answer. Her question had been very simple and, in her opinion, perfectly reasonable. Considering His power, Melantha assumed that He would understand the underlying meaning of her question; Why create a being that contradicted the very reason He had called upon others for help, to maintain as well as further build upon what He had already set the foundations of. Her core being, the purpose that the Architect had given her had been that of encroaching darkness, not much different than the darkness she resided in before being summoned by Him. Was it His intention for her to become an enemy of the other gods? Would her sole reason for existence be to breathe conflict into this universe?

With every new god that awakened, a flickering flame emerged deep inside Melantha's mind, her connection with said god. If they had a name, she would know of it as well as their purpose and general disposition. Thus, she knew that there were others that fit better the role of bringer of strife. Would she be considered one of them?

Even with all the noise and ruckus created by the other gods, the Architect's words did not fail to reach Melantha's ears. The faint whisper of his voice penetrated her mind, bringing her back to reality and the realisation of how cold it could be. "What could you hope to know of such things? Your mind could not fathom what I am."

Melantha remained still as she replayed His words in her mind, trying to comprehend what she had heard. She lowered her head as the Architect continued on with his speech by addressing the rest of the gods, but Melantha had already zoomed out, too lost in thought to hear anything more.

But then, realisation struck her. A mirthless smile crept up Melantha's face as she pieced everything together: this was a simple game, a game of which they were nothing but pawns within the Architect's grasp.

A hand rose to Melantha's face, brushing her pitch-black mane backwards. The goddess' back straightened once more as she inhaled deeply, eyes closed, taking in her surroundings.

Then she opened her eyes, and they shined.

She would no longer consider the Architect, nor bother herself with deciphering the meaning behind his plans for this cosmos. Although powerful, he was only one at the end of the day.

With a flourish, Melantha floated to the precipice of the palace and looked down at the endless void. The beautiful void. Her eyes spotted a pale blue dot, and she instantly knew what it was. Marring this breathtaking scenery, this blue dot struck out like a sore thumb. A sudden bitterness assaulted Melantha's senses, but she suppressed it before finally turning her attention to the crystal platforms the Architect had prepared for them.

As many as the number of gods present, the platforms were supposed to take them to their respective seats of power, their Spheres of influence. Knowledge of the Spheres was included in the information passed on to her by the Architect, and Melantha instinctively knew that she could mould that specific piece of the universe to her liking.

With her mind already spinning ideas about what to do with the power given to her, Melantha started moving towards the crystal platforms...

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Summarino

Melantha dons the tin foil hat and has some realisations about the Architect. Inner thoughts post nothing more than that. She moves towards the crystals.

Divinus: The God RP, Mk. III. Finished in Record Time™!

silence...

darkness...

the flickering light of a soul wandering the eternal...

no purpose, no drive, no reason...

nothing but instinct, a reaction to change...

and then a pull, change...!

The soul fell through a dark tunnel, its surroundings changing rapidly. There were more like it, being drawn in by the suction of the vortex, kidnapped from their home of nothingness, into something.

After an inordinate amount of time, the scenery changed once again. The vortex gave way to a tunnel of solid rock. It seemed they were finally nearing their destination. The soul accelerated, even more, its shape now distorted, resembling more of a beam of energy than the formless mass it previously was.

The moment the surge of souls spewed through the hole at the other end of the tunnel, it had developed such speed, such momentum. Without even trying to stop, it shot forward with a might unlike any other, slicing through the air before finally being stopped by, once more, solid rock.

Buried there as it was, it felt a warmth slowly enveloping it, nurturing it, penetrating deep into its core and making its presence known to the soul, before slowly withdrawing. Offering nothing but a reason, a purpose, and the power to make it a reality, the warmth left. Coldness returned. Darkness ensued.

The soul accepted it all, absorbed it all, for it was what it was meant to do. Slowly at first, manifesting inside the soul, a black spot as tiny as tiny cannot describe emerged. By borrowing from the power given to it, the black spot expanded outwards, gnawing on the opaque insides of the soul. Soon enough, the entirety of the soul was devoured by the darkness and in its place, a pitch black bead lay buried.

And then a crack, loud enough to reverberate across the universe, but quiet enough to not be detected by the most alert of beings. From within the crack, a single tendril emerged that started burrowing deeper into the ground as if searching for the end of the world. Born from the original, more tendrils branched off into different directions, searching for the same thing. A framework had been created with enough stability to allow the black bead to finally emerge from its underground blanket of soil, and fly into its rightful place among the stars.

The process quickened from here on, with the bead breaking the soil and rising to the occasion. At the same time, the bead started getting larger and larger, rising higher and higher until eventually, the sheer weight of the bead could not be held by its stem and as such, with a plop, it fell from above straight back to the earth.

A faint light pulsed from within the bead, more like a sphere now, that rippled outwards. From its surface, a faint dark mist was being emitted that shrouded the sphere from curious eyes. Then a crack, once again, and the mist started picking up speed, swirling around the black sphere.

A being slowly stood up, and the mist sped up more, constricting the being within it as it shrank. Starting from the ground, the mist clung onto the being's surface, it's skin, before being rapidly absorbed. In its place, two legs, a torso, two arms, and a head. What remained of the mist stuck itself on top of the being's head, transforming into a floor-length pitch-black darkness.

The being slowly opened its eyes and took in its surroundings. From the river of souls up above scattering away, to the group of beings that had remained, the being did not spare much more than a glance. When He came into view, however, the being's eyes opened wide, taking in His image and branding it to memory. This, no, He was the one that called into the void, He was the one that dragged the being into this universe, and He was the one that gave it its purpose.

But why? Why would He create all this, but then call upon a being like itself and give it such a purpose? It needed to know.

Darkness enveloped the being's legs and lower torso as it slowly took off, flying towards the Architect. It regarded Him as He stood there, eye closed, body statuesque as if fused with His surroundings. The being stopped some distance away from the towering Architect and opened its mouth. A soft voice, a single word.

Why?

Divinus: The God RP, Mk. III. Finished in Record Time™!

@Cyclone I didn't make many changes, just elaborated a little more on the Sphere and removed what you wanted me to remove.

Melantha, Dark Flower

M E L A N T H A

_{You can't change everything in one night, but one night can change everything.}

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Dark Flower, Mistress of the Night

_{G E N D E R}

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Female

_{A L I G N M E N T}

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Neutral Evil

_{V I S A G E}

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Standard Appearance

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TYPE: Celestial
LOCATION: Somewhere above Galbar
DESCRIPTION: Bordering the Barrier separating this universe and whatever is out there, the Great Dark is the last Sphere one can feasibly travel to by conventional means, considering that the Barrier itself and the Core are inaccessible.

As the name would suggest, the Great Dark is the manifestation of the concept of darkness in the real, physical world. Pitch black inside and outside, the Great Dark surrounds every other sphere, filling in the gaps between them, just like how darkness creeps up where there is no light. Most light sources, barring light from divine sources and/or light coming through from other Spheres, are absorbed by the sphere's borders. Liquid-like and easy to traverse, these borders are what separates the Great Dark from the rest of the universe. Should one enter or leave the sphere by passing through the borders, a disturbance in the fabric of the sphere is created, manifesting in the form of a series of ripples that permeate throughout its perimeter.

Concerning the interior of the sphere, there is a definite up, down, left and right, but no sense of gravity. This effectively means the only thing stopping someone from travelling to anywhere inside the Great Dark is their force of will, as the sphere's magic reacts to the thoughts of the person and "pushes" them towards their desired direction.

Littered inside the sphere are floating islands of different shapes and sizes. Crystalized from the very essence of the Great Dark, these landmasses house all sorts of ethereal flora and fauna that take the darkness as their permanent home. Among these islands, however, is one that surpasses all the others in all regards. This one is where the Mistress of the Night has made her home.

Situated at the top of the island's highest peak is Melantha's crowning jewel, her personal palace and abode, a gigantic ebony tower. Made from the same kind of material as the land that surrounds it, the tower naturally acts as the focal point of the sphere's energies.

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Darkness is neither a colour that can be described nor a time of day. No, true darkness is a state of being. Cold and unforgiving, constricting everything and anything that it envelops. The darkness of nothingness can elicit fearfulness to even the bravest and most courageous beings, but it can also protect, providing relief from the endless woes of existence. One can run, and one can hide, but in the end, one cannot evade the darkness.

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• Absolute Darkness: Melantha is able to unleash a field of darkness around her that can deprive common mortals of their senses. Can be strengthened with MP in order to affect stronger beings.

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Melantha is a being of fickle nature, and while her loyalties and interests can wildly vary, she generally regards everything that comes within her sight with a tone of apathy that befits her sphere of influence. Nevertheless, that does not mean that she has no desires or needs. All the spirits invited by the Architect and moulded into gods have their individual goals to fulfil in the grand scheme of things, and Melantha's goal is very simple; spread darkness to everything and anything that she possibly can. A very simple calling, but one that can be approached in a myriad of ways.

Now, an outsider might think why one would enjoy such a task, and to this Melantha says why not? Why does one enjoy watching the sun rise from below the horizon, or enjoy eating a good meal by the fire with their friends and family for company? It's exactly because it brings them happiness and warmth when doing these activities. Melantha is the same in this regard. Considering everything, Melantha thoroughly enjoys the work assigned to her and as such will not tolerate anyone that gets between her and her fun.

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I hate you Cyclone for forcing me to put this ugly category here and ruin my pretty CS... entropic entropic

Divinus: The God RP, Mk. III. Finished in Record Time™!

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Divinus: The Divine RP, Mk. III

Melantha

M E L A N T H A

_{You can't change everything in one night, but one night can change everything.}

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Dark Flower, Mistress of the Night

_{G E N D E R}

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Female

_{A L I G N M E N T}

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Neutral Evil

_{V I S A G E}

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Standard Appearance

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The Great Dark

TYPE: Celestial
LOCATION: Somewhere above Galbar
DESCRIPTION: The Great Dark is exactly what the name would suggest; an endless expanse of darkness that surrounds every other Sphere and borders the Barrier, making it the Sphere that is the furthest away from Galbar. Most light sources that fall on it from outside are absorbed by it, barring light from divine sources and/or light coming through from other Spheres. The Great Dark's existence is the direct reason for filling in the darkness between the stars.

There is a definite up and down inside the sphere, but no sense of gravity. The borders of the Great Dark are liquid based, yet can be stepped on should one will it so. One entering and leaving the sphere would create ripples that permeate the entirety of the Great Dark.

Situated right in the centre of the sphere floats a large landmass. Crystalized from the very essence of the Great Dark, this piece of land houses all sorts of ethereal flora and fauna tended by the Mistress of the Night, with the crowning jewel being her personal palace and abode, A gigantic dark tower that stretches all the way to the base of a miniature aurora of shimmering purple and blue, with the tower's top floor situated right inside of it. The tower is made of the same kind of material as the land that surrounds it. Being right in the middle of the sphere, the tower acts naturally as the focal point of all the energies that originate from it.

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Darkness is neither a colour that can be described nor a time of day. No, true darkness is a state of being. Cold and unforgiving, constricting everything and anything that it envelops. The darkness of nothingness can elicit fearfulness to even the bravest and most courageous beings, but it can also protect, providing relief from the endless woes of existence. One can run, and one can hide, but in the end, one cannot evade the darkness.

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• Darkness Mimicry: Considering that Melantha is the titular goddess of Darkness, she is the embodiment of Darkness in every form, and can partially or fully turn her body into darkness and manipulate it to her will.
• Darkness Attacks: Various attacks techniques that utilise darkness in some form or another.
• Absolute Darkness: Melantha is able to unleash a field of darkness around her that can deprive common mortals of their senses. Can be strengthened with MP in order to affect stronger beings.

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Melantha is a being of fickle nature, and while her loyalties and interests can wildly vary, she generally regards everything that comes within her sight with a tone of apathy that befits her sphere of influence. Nevertheless, that does not mean that she has no desires or needs. All the spirits invited by the Architect and moulded into gods have their individual goals to fulfil in the grand scheme of things, and Melantha's goal is very simple; spread darkness to everything and anything that she possibly can. A very simple calling, but one that can be approached in a myriad of ways.

Now, an outsider might think why one would enjoy such a task, and to this Melantha says why not? Why does one enjoy watching the sun rise from below the horizon, or enjoy eating a good meal by the fire with their friends and family for company? It's exactly because it brings them happiness and warmth when doing these activities. Melantha is the same in this regard. Considering everything, Melantha thoroughly enjoys the work assigned to her and as such will not tolerate anyone that gets between her and her fun.

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I hate you Cyclone for forcing me to put this ugly category here and ruin my pretty CS... entropic entropic

Divinus: The Divine RP, Mk. III

ill call dibs on darkness portfolio, cs is coming !

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

@Double Capybara



Fixed it for ya ;)

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

I am of the opinion that spheres should be influenced by their respective god's actions. If a god constantly strives to be close to Galbar's sphere, but his own sphere is a celestial one, the sphere itself magically descends down and closer to Galbar, as if answering to its god's wishes.

This can potentially bring about a dynamic relationship between the Gods that came about later on, or that have spheres in the upper realms but want to have more influence over Galbar, and the Gods that are already closer to Galbar and want to retain their position of power there.

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

i like how fast this went from we got no idea to ironing out the details and posting everything on google docs etc... reminds me back when we first started brainstorming mk2. things went out of control real fast xP we planned to start it in the summer, but the hype got real and ended up starting it on february LOL

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

Merry Christmas to all of you!



I see a lot of talk about a new Divinus and a lot of opinions being thrown about. What I want to say is that despite all my inactivity and general lack of presence in the latter parts of the RP, I thoroughly enjoyed my time with you all while I was fairly active. You guys have shown me what a few ideas and some collaborative work can give birth to (i.e. 150k word posts... looking at you @Cyclone and @Antarctic Termite).

It's been close to 3 years since the start of MK2, and I like to think that getting to know you all through your writing throughout these 3 years has been one of the best RP experiences I've had since I started RPing.

I think we should all take this time, spend Christmas with our loved ones or however you'd like, and then come back reinvigorated and ready for whatever lies ahead.