Another God Game which I never realized was here. *sigh* Well, I guess I could be waitlisted.
Name:Ravi
Origin: Created
Parents: Pakka
Miracles Per Turn: 2
Interactions Per Turn: 1
Boons:
Appearance: He appears to be a large serpent made out of opaque white crystal. His eyes appear to be a soft copper color, and seem to have a slight glow to them. Being completely made of this crystal, he does not need to eat, though is perfectly capable of doing so. When he chooses to (usually when he is angry), a brilliant light-green mane of fire can erupt to engulf his head. Despite appearances, however, the flame only harms those who are currently in opposition to the serpent, whether in mind or action, and does not actually burn things like a real flame. Unlike his appearance might suggest, he is nonvenomous.
Personality: Despite his fearsome appearance, Ravi tends not to be a very aggressive towards most people, preferring cordial relations over making enemies. Only when it comes to his goals does he ignore this stance, becoming far more aggressive towards those who are against his actions. He has an unusual obsession with the concept of mortality, not understanding the concept due to his own lack of mortality.
Goals/Beliefs: The most important concept which Ravi believes in is the contract; making a deal with a god is one thing, but Ravi expects any contract between himself and another needs to be completed to the letter. This guarantees that one can trust his word, but also guarantees his immediate wrath if you don't immediately fulfill your part of the deal. His obsession with mortality and understanding why it exists also makes him one of its greatest opponents, making him only seek to kill out of duty, though when he is angered he has no qualms killing those whom have angered him, an unfortunate remnant of his “father's” personality.
Backstory: Anger. It is a feeling well known to the god Pakka, lord of Beasts and Monsters. It is one which he maintains only through chaos and bloodshed, and only once the target dark obsession is destroyed will he stop, awaiting another thing to draw his ire. But at times, he is inspired to create after his destruction begins.
That is the case with the creation of a Monster, one intended to have no equal within the wilds. The god never sought to be together with another being, and was constantly moving as a result. On his travels, he took slight rest, when suddenly he felt his leg pierced, something that could quickly turned to pain. He looked at his attacker, but expecting a mighty beast, all he saw was a tiny viper, biting into his calf. He quickly grew in his anger, and destroyed the snake in frustration. The pain continued, even after the snake was slain, so his destruction continued, only ending once the pain disappeared the day after.
His fading anger, however, turned into an unusual inspiration. He began using his power to craft an image of the beast, the only animal who dared attack him and not hide from his wrath. His divine energy crafted an being of both beauty and terror, one which he intended to use as another method of spreading the destruction he is provoked regularly into doing. The scales made of a material only the greatest weapons smithed could break through. A mane of fire, to burn those who trying fighting it. It was a truly formidable beast, and its own immortality guaranteed its survival in the future, allowing him .
His love of the beast, however, quickly grew to hate. As much as it was a terrible beast, he could not forget the one who dared strike at him. A being which burned intense pain into his body, something he could not forget easily. He quickly attempted to strike down the beast, attempting to slay his work before it could do much. His blade, however, did not even scratch the creature, and it quickly repeated what happened that fateful day, biting into his calf, its small size not mattering as the flames burned a wound into his skin. The crystal snake escaped, and Pakka began another rampage, trying to find and kill his own creation. A month passed before he finally calmed down, realizing his own mistake, but by then the snake was long gone.
The snake grew over time, and quickly gained something even his own creator had never intended for it to get, an intelligence beating most of the Bellian people. It took on the “Ravi”, reminded of his progenitor's own actions, remembering the lands ravaged by his anger. He remained alone, eating game and other animals of the forest, when he suddenly met someone unexpected.
He met old women, calmly humming to herself as she gathered some herbs, feeling around the ground for them. Ravi was unconditioned to mortals, but recognized the creature not as something to prey on.
“Why are you alone in these woods?” he asked, wondering on the frail-looking lady's actions.
“My husband is ill, stranger, and I know what to do to save him before his death.” She turned and smiled, but was unable to see who was talking to her, having lost her sight a while ago.
“Can I see him?” the crystal serpent asked, and she led on to show him the man she sought to heal. The man, once seen, was ill, unable to leave a simple bed set up. The serpent had killed many animals, but this was the first time seeing a man die. The moans of the man was to much for the snake, and he left, wondering on why he suffered.
The next day, he asked the kindly lady on why he was dying. “We all die, dear, and his time has come.” This confused the immortal Ravi, never seeing someone die of old age.
“Can he be healed?” Ravi asked, hoping for a way to cure the mans suffering.
“Only the gods could heal him completely now.”
So the serpent traveled, trying to find a way to save the man which he didn't even know. He asked witches, but they feared the mysterious snake, interpreting him as a bad omen, and pushed him back. He asked priests, and those who did not run in fear only said the same thing that the women had told him, that only gods could know this. He asked anyone he could find, but none responded favorably to what he asked. Eventually, he returned to the home, only seeing the old man sitting in front a grave.
“You have gotten better, how?” the snake questioned.
The man, not looking at the thing speaking to him, responded that, while the 'traveler' searched, his wife took care of him. “She worked so hard, I had to come back,” his head looking downward, “but my wife had worked herself too hard, and grew sick soon after. I had just buried her.” He seemed to talk to himself. “Mortality is the curse all of us share though.”
In anger on what had happened, he made a deal to the man. “I will find a way so you can join your wife, so you can be together.” He sought more people, asking how to cure mortality. 'Only the gods know', a thing he has heard many times, was the response he got. In frustration, he asked where he could talk to a god, only to learn that the gods would answer him only if he prayed. His prayers, however, were not answered by gods, but by visions. Visions saying that he was capable of healing the sickness of mortality, he just had to you his own power.
The snake returned, and found the man laying in bed again, this time sick again. The snake tried to use whatever he can. He did not know herbs, so the man, the only person he really knew, could not be healed that way. He could only think about his visions, and remembered something which he saw. Taking his tail, he placed it on the man's chest, and focused his energy into the man. The man's eyes opened wide, and turned to the snake.
“Traveler, my body feels healed, but my time is up. Leave me be.” Ravi, refusing to back down, tried again, focusing it more on the man's heart. “Give up, traveler, for my body is too old to continue longer.” The snake focused on the very essence of the man, attempting to heal what he was made up of himself. “Traveler, please, let me die. It is the only way to see her again. Please, promise me, let me see her again.”
Ravi backed down from this, and quietly promised to let the man die. The skills he learned, the Rite of Healing which was envisioned that day, would fail to those words. He let the man die, and left, wondering if all of humanity had this odd lure to death. He only sought to learn more about it. He remembered the great dealer of death which he knew before, and asked him.
Pakka, the god who had tried killing him yet gave him life, saw him again as an object of anger. “You ask me to tell you that which us gods will never experience? What do you think I am, I will not die. I will never understand mortals mortality as long as I live!” The snake left, not knowing what to do. The only thing, it concluded, is that it must learn about mortality, so that one day it may heal it too.
The years past, and nowhere the snake looked had the definite answer. He had long learned about the ways of healing through trial and error, but it did not hold the answer to his questions. Only once the reclusive snake heard about the Island of Plenty did it realize that it was where it should look. A new horizon could provide more answers, after all.
Keep up the good work, Weirdsound. Its been fun reading the story that's panning out. I can only hope that I can eventually join, though that may be a while from appearances.
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