Name: Utther
Sphere: Primary: Destruction, Secondary: "That smoldering contempt you have for all life you get when your day hasn't turned out right, you know, like you cut yourself shaving, you miss your bus, it starts raining while you walk home, a dog or a homeless person pooped on your lawn, and your forgot to delete some space from your DVR so your favorite show didn't record. That kinda feeling."
Primary form/associated symbol: An old crotchety man with a heavy wooden cane, any other forms he takes always have a definite human face that is always frowning. Symbol is the alchemical symbol of arsenic
Description/Background: Utther used to not hate everything, it was more frustration really. That changed when he was judged by a kangaroo court and sentenced to a few hundred years as living as a mortal, with several gods not even affected by the crime he was accused of, enhancing his torture by destroying his own harmless planetoid and killing all the innocent blades of grass that lived upon it, making his own owls attack him, water not quench his thirst, and the light of day burn him. Now, after being put in stasis for who knows how long, and blaming the other gods for causing it with their rampant misuse of the power, Utther hates everything, or at least seems that way. It's kinda hard to tell. If he doesn't hate something, only he or some higher god knows.
Honestly, that second sphere should earn him some followers pretty quickly in the modern era.