Oh, goddamnit. I'd written 90% of an app before I accidentally refreshed and the forums ate it for good. Rewriting... goddamnit.
EDIT: There we go, it's all done now. I think it turned out well.
Name: Tulwor, the Storm-Breaker
Origin: Birthed
Parents: Mortus and Fletchtania
Miracles Per Turn: 3
Interactions Per Turn: 1
Boons:
Appearance: Tulwor appears as a giant of a man, with a powerful swimmer's physique and sea-blue skin. His features are strong, sculpted-like, and a crown of silver-coloured hair descends to his neck in waves. He looks and is quick to laughter and to anger, and his booming voice carries far with both. Tulwor wears nothing from the waist-up and only rags below like some godly castaway. Often, he carries the great Hornhammer at his side, ready to use it for smithing and killing alike.
Personality: Tulwor is a wholly impulsive and emotion-driven being. He turns to wrath in an eyeblink, but is just as quick to forget and forgive. He lives for the next taste, for the next challenge, for the next chance at glory, never settling down or planning more than a few moments ahead. He rarely backs down or listens to others once has made his mind; and never retreats from a direct challenge. Tulwor cannot comprehend cowards or the hesitant and thinks poorly of them, but is ready to wholly embrace them should they prove their worth. Boisterous and impatient, Tulwor makes a poor watchman or guardian, but a tremendous fighter, builder and celebrator. He is more prone to laughter and celebration than wrath, and finds joy even in life-and-death battle, making better friends of good foes than timid followers.
Goals/Beliefs: First and foremost, Tulwor pursues his own freedom. He is perhaps more kin in nature to Abbey and Alvin than his godly parents, detesting the rules and constraints of elder gods. Tulwor wants to be free to as he wishes, independent of all others. He is not too interested in the freedom of mortals or the affairs of other gods; though he does challenge and meddle in their affairs when they offend him, he has no grand plan or scheme for the future. Tulwor is easily manipulated by others with promises of battle or challenge, and even if he sees through them, he will still take them on.
Backstory: Mortus and Fletchtania are no lovers. The god of the dying and the goddess of those who survive make a poor pair, and the two quarrel, though rarely fight, when they meet away from the great cities of Bellia. In Tulwor's case, a shipwreck far from the coast drew the gods over a handful of sailors, struggling to survive in the freezing waters. Fletchtania sought to save them, as she did to many in the wildernesses of the world. Mortus stood his ground, already claiming them as his own. The goddess of the hunt called upon Mortus for pity, but he is a dutiful one, and would not let himself be swayed. With time only on the Black-Feathered God's side, Fletchtania drew her bow and wind-wreathed arrows, and struck.
Their battle was terrifying and relentless. They became a storm, then a tempest; the seas raged and winds howled for weeks in their wake. The two gods struck at eachother, wrestled, becoming intertwined. The storm of their making engulfed them. For days, they struggled, the sailors long-dead in the fury of the storm, until a sound broke through even the winds and the clashing of the waves and ended their contest - a babe's cry.
The two gods saw now what they had wrought, and that those who they had fought over had long since perished. Mortus withdrew, pained by failure in his duty, and Tulwor was picked up by the wild goddess. Their fury and passion had created new life. Fletchtania thought to raise the godling far from the seas, so he would not become like his father.
Tulwor grew fast and grew strong, in the dry wildlands of the interior. At the age of fifteen, there were few who could match the young god in contests of strength, and every passing day he sought more and more to leave his mother. Despite her efforts, the sea called to him, as did all the mysteries and unknowns of the wider world. But Fletchtania had grown too proud of her son, and would not let him go; and so it came that mother and son struggled, and the son bested her, and bound her to a rock for twenty-three days - or perhaps the goddess gave in, realizing her folly, and let him do so. For there are few who truly equal the Lady of Hunters in skill at arms, and there has never been ill blood between the two for this.
Tulwor would travel the world, wide and far, until all its sights and experiences were exhausted to him. He would challenge many gods and beasts, and claims to have defeated Black Carapace and Fenkka, and many other great beasts besides. When he stood against the god Valor, however, he would not triumph, and was imprisoned in the Starless Tower for a year and a day. Only then was he freed, as his mother Fletchtania came, threatening to strike Valor down with her fearsome arrows should he not release her son. There are few Tulwor hates in the world, but after his imprisonment, he has never been able to stand Valor or any of his spawn, and seeks to challenge and best them whenever they come upon his path. Rexxis he also disdains; for the great god ordered him to return from amongst the barbarian tribes, where he had found much more in common with the mortals than among the soft Bellians.
When the land was spent, Tulwor turned to the great seas. It is then when he gained his epithet; that of Storm-Breaker. A great typhoon threatened the city of Mear when the god was passing. The people, fleeing inland, refused to stop and serve him their famous wine. Tulwor was enraged, but found no fitting target for his wrath - save for the storm itself. Undaunted, Tulwor waded into the raging waters and sought to wrestle the storm itself into submission. Mortus, drawn by the many dying Mearian sailors, came upon the strange scene. Soon he recognized the young god as his son, and though he saw that Tulwor's struggle was a fool's errand, his cold heart was moved. Mortus withdrew into his depths, but only to return with the Helmhammer, a great weapon of the gods. In the eye of the storm, Mortus appeared to present the weapon to his son. In his hands, the blows of the Helmhammer drove back the storm, and Tulwor settled the seas once more, saving thousands. The Hammer has been with him ever since. Tulwor spoke with his father shortly, and what passed between them no-one knows, but soon he returned to the city to celebrate his greatest victory.
In the years after, Tulwor travelled the seas, home under the surface as much as he had been on land, and the beasts he says to have defeated in the depths are known to few gods or men. Now, eager to leave, he has set out for the Isle of Plenty...
If possible, the Helmhammer could be a boon (from Mortus), but otherwise it'll just be a flavor thing.
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