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[Zanzetkuken The Great]

All of the original gods are dead.  Whether abandoned by those who worshipped them, slain by their kin or mortal upstarts, or gradually faded away, none of the original creators remain alive any more.  At first, there was little to no effect upon the inhabitants of the world.  The systems set up by those who created the world kept ticking on without a care.  However, given time, things slowly began to change.

Creations of the gods that empowered the growth and prosperity of several civilizations began to fail.  These included biomes remade to be favourable to the inhabitants of the nations and giant constructs that focused mystic energies and powered technology that allowed the nations to prosper.  With their failure, the civilizations which relied upon them proceeded to rapidly collapse.  The sudden collapse of these civilizations ignited the death of further nations with the collapse of trade and warlords overextending themselves into the collapsing territories.  However, worse was still to come.

Several of the deities that constructed the world had created vast engines of their domains as a display of their power or to increase their own.  Some of these were created to attempt to stave off their own deaths, eventually proving to be a futile effort.  With the sheer amount of power invested in these constructs, they were some of the last of the creations on the mortal plane to fall, sending shockwaves across the entirety of the planet from the domains rapidly erupting.  Massive storms spread across the planet, tearing apart many of the final nations that managed to stabilize during the prior collapse.  Massive volcanoes began to erupt and formed new mountain ranges causing the death of yet more of the nations.  Great beasts, no longer limited by the barriers imposed by their creators began to roam the world and slaying many of the survivors of the catastrophes that engulfed the world.  The massive constructs created beyond the atmosphere by one of the oldest gods broke apart, and those that did not form into a ring falling from orbit and dealing massive damage in a random fashion to the land.

The afterlife managed to hold out the longest, being a creation that had been contributed to in one way or another.  However, it too eventually fell, the souls inside being thrown back to the planet or being torn as it slowly warped and fragmented.  Heroes from old legends were transformed from their old ideals to creatures worse than the worst of their foes.  Their great foes becoming mere food for the beasts or little more than scared kittens perpetually running in fear from all they bore witness to.  Those who died and tried to enter the afterlife through the remaining, broken gates frequently found themselves corrupted or devoured by what they had found.  Much more frequently, however, the souls were left wandering through the world, slowly forgetting themselves and their souls collapsing to nothing.

Many years after the Fall, as these events were known, there was little more left than ruins that small tribes occasionally wandered through.  The great achievements of the past were all but forgotten as the world regressed back into its earliest ages of Stone, and in some cases, pre-technology.  Something changed in these times, however.  The power once wielded by the gods began to reappear within several mortals.  In a vast majority of cases, it was dormant, but there were a few that had full access to their power.  What these individuals may become is truly unknown, but there is always a chance that this may herald a rise of new gods from the dust of the world of the old gods...


What is this?
A god game where all players start out as demigods and must ascend the ranks to hold greater status and greater power.

Your Demigod
As mentioned in the prior section, each player starts out as a Demigod.  Due to having the active power of a demigod, your character start as the leader of their tribe, who represent their first followers.  In this state, your character is limited to performing a Minor Acts, a single each turn at the start.  As experience and the number of followers grows, this number will slowly increase.

Upon your death, if they have a great enough amount of power, your character may be able to ascend to the status of godhood.  At this point, two things happen.  First is that access to the ability to perform standard Acts is granted to the newly ascended Younger God.  Second, the first domain is gained, which is based upon the actions performed while still a Demigod.  If Younger Gods align themselves into a Pantheon, there is a chance that they may combine their power to be able to cast a Major Act, but this is very rare.  Pantheons formed by Younger Gods are still able to augment their power to a greater degree than would normally be possible for them to do so alone, but only to a point.

After a period of time passes and the number of followers increases, the Younger God will grow into first a Major God.  In this state, the Younger God is able to cast Major Acts of their own volition, sporadically at first, but to a greater degree as time goes on.  Furthermore, their second domain becomes manifest, this one based upon their behaviour as a Younger God.  With the amount of power held by these individuals, they gain the ability to consume Younger Gods to augment their own abilities.  However, beings on this level gain nothing from being a part of a Pantheon, unlike their younger counterparts.

With age, something strange starts to happen to a Major God.  The combined measure of their experience causes them to enter the Elder God state.  When they first enter this form, their power is at its greatest and they are able to perform Major Acts with a fair deal of ease.  However, this level of power comes at a cost.  As time goes on, their power seeps into their very name, causing mentioning of it to invoke their power.  With time, this gets to the point where mortals, Demigods, and even Younger Gods are unable to speak the name of these entities without getting warped by the sheer power of these individuals.  Due to a massive follower drop off, their power begins to weaken, causing them to need to consume other Gods and hoard to remain active.

Acts
Note: When using an act in game, be descriptive of how it is performed and a description of what the act performed does.  Due to the scale, the latter portion can be very small with the Minor Acts, but will need to be more descriptive with the higher power acts.

Minor Acts - These are the most basic of the acts.  These allow for the ability to impart the ability to create certain technologies upon individuals and boost the capabilities, whether combat, mystic, or another type, to small groups of people.  These also allow for the creation of artifacts able to be utilized by mortal and Demigod individuals, but beings of greater power will cause the artifacts to break apart.

Acts - These are the regular forms of godly acts.  At this stage, whole species may be imparted with knowledge, have their capabilities affected, or even new species may be created.  Large swathes of land are able to be changed at this level, and artifacts created here will slay mortals who try to use them, but Demigods, Younger Gods, and Major Gods are all able to wield them.  Contact with Elder Gods will cause these artifacts to be consumed, however.

Major Acts - Most any action is able to be performed at this level.  If it is outside the scope of the act, I will inform you.  Artifacts made with one of these acts will kill any except for Major Gods and Elder Gods.

Character Sheet
Name: (Name of Character)
Race: (See: Races)
Age: (How old your character is. See Races for typical age of becoming a leader of a tribe and for maximum age.  As a Demigod, you may live longer than average and may have secured power at a younger age, but that lists what is typically seen.)
Description: (Appearance of character)
Early Life: (What your character went through in their early life to get to the position of power they now hold.)
Followers: <Home Tribe> (Replace 'Home Tribe' with the name of the tribe.)
Power: 1 Minor Act

Races
After the Fall, the number of intelligent races that managed to survive is greatly lowered from beforehand.  While the planet had originally had numerous different intelligent species, after the Fall this number had been reduced to five.

Humans are able to be found on nearly any area suitable for life due to being made with a high propensity to explore and can be found within both Stone Age and Pretechnological levels.  The leaders of their societies typically take power at the age of 23 and live to the age of 40.

Upon the Western Continent, Dryads are found on the within its numerous forests.  There societies are generally without any technology, though a few tribes have constructed Stone Age tools and weapons to defend themselves.  The leaders of their societies typically take power at the age of 32 and live to the age of 55.

Within the mountain ranges of the Eastern Continent are the Harpies.  Due only having a limited ability to grasp from their arms and wings being mostly combined, they have regressed to a state of Pretechnology across the entirety of their species.  The leaders of their societies typically take power at the age of 19 and live to the age of 35.

Within the large caverns found running through much of the eastern continent, the Svartálfar species is found.  They hold an appearance similar to short, somewhat emancipated elves with skin tones near pitch to remain hidden in the darkness of the caverns.  Rather than the standard eyes of other sentients, this race has what appear to be compound eyes below their eyelids to better catch the low light provided by the bioluminescent fungus that grows underground.  This race typically has stone age technologies, but some deep within the earth are still pretechnological.  The leaders of their societies typically take power at the age of 28 and live to the age of 50.

On the coasts of the archipelagos to the South and West of the Eastern Continent and a few scattered tribes on the east of the same continent, live the Merfolk race.  The societies that are built upon coastal land typically have Stone Age technology, while those within the shallow waters are typically pretechnological.  The leaders of their societies typically take power at the age of 26 and live to the age of 45.

World Map



(Did I put too much in this one post?  Please tell me if there are any points of confusion to be clarified.)

(Oh, almost forgot.  I'm probably going to select on a basis of merit rather than first-come, first served.  Don't worry, though.  I'm not going to go easy on the difficulty.  The first person to get a Younger God status will be a fairly difficult achievement.  Depending upon their actions, it may get easier or harder afterwards.)

[Zanzetkuken The Great]

-Lot of words in the prior post, so reserving this post for overflow.-

[crazyabe]

PTW

[Cheesecake]

Reading, reserved for the meanwhile.

[micelus]

Hm, interesting.


Name: Karlos
Race: Human
Age: 28
Description: A somewhat short man of brownish complexion and black hair, he is not at all unique in his appearance.
Early Life: Karlos had a roughly normal childhood for his tribe; he was raised by the women, inducted into the men's society and all-in-all seemed rather normal. Or at least, that's what everyone believed. In truth, Karlos had a fascination with the dead, how they're bodies would rise and mutate into those abominations and would soon cause a great deal of trouble if they were not destroyed. For that reason, his tribe had cremated their dead for generations. Of course, Karlos desired to know how and why the process occurred. He finally received the chance when his father died. As his father's firstborn it would be he who would have to arrange the funeral fire and spread the news to the rest of the tribe. Of course, he didn't have to do that right now. And so, he hid the body in the wilderness and waited. Unluckily for him, the body reanimated just as Karlos was busy hunting. At first disappointed, Karlos became terrified when his former parent started charging at him. In desperation, Karlos asked the body to stop and oddly enough, it did. Puzzled, he tried ordering around the abomination further, and it seemed to follow its other commands. He then practiced his new found ability on small forest abominations, who too heeded command. After a few demonstrations to the tribe, he was soon elected the chief's heir with the chief himself almost ready to croak.
Followers: Cantabrian Tribe
Power: 1 Minor Act

[crazyabe]

Spoiler: sheet in (click to show/hide)

Name: Ildan Tlin'orzza
Race: Svartálfar
Age: 27
Description: A tall, thickly built Svartálfar, he has Silver hair and Blue tinted Eyes, his skin is black. He is Male.
Early Life: Ildan Tlin'orzza Was raised by his mother to be the next leader, for she saw something within him...
Followers: <Populo offuscatione>
Power: 1 Minor Act

[Zanzetkuken The Great]

One question, why does it seem this world lacks dwarves?

I wanted to break from the standard fantasy race formula of there always being elves, dwarves, and goblins/orcs as the races added to make the world fantasy.  Drow are a bit close, but have a fairly different methodology to the standard elves.


Should probably ask as a just-in-case, if I wind up creating a game using this setting, would I have permission to use characters created for this forum game in that game?  The one I have in mind for creation likely wouldn't wind up having tem appear (Would be a metroidvania-type game through one of the ruins), but if I wind up going past that, they may wind up showing up in some form, and I want to know if that would be okay to actually do.

[ATHATH]

Character later tonight.

[O.Wilde]

PTW

[Criptfeind]

Name: Maria Rose; Self styled as the "Queen of Thorns"
Race: Dryad
Age: 30
Description: A tall and lithe humanoid made of twisted and gnarled wood. Long branch like limbs end in sharpened stakes of wood for fingers. Thorns jut from her body, growing longer and mixed with briars and twigs to form what could be called hair that flows down to frame her face, sharpened hard wood forms her fangs and slightly glowing orbs of amber sap serve as eyes, a large scar runs across the wood of her face between said eyes, a reminder, both to her foes about her strength to survive such a wound, and to herself as to the betrayals of the lesser races.

Spoiler: Early Life (click to show/hide)

Early Life: Maria was born into the Rose Tribe, a group of relatively advanced Dryads who live in one of the great forests of the Western Continent. As a youth she was stronger and faster then other young Dryads and had a warriors firey and passionate disposition. To the surprise of no when when she blossomed into adulthood she became a Thorn, one of the warriors that protect the Rose tribe and their forest. Maria learned well from the older Thorns, and soon was a respected warrior, proving herself on various raids and defenses against the wandering human tribes of the nearby plains. Although for many the occasional incursions of humans into the woods was regrettable but unstoppable fact of life, Maria came to despise these humans that would trespass on her tribes lands and kill her sisters. She became vocal in her opinion that the Rose tribe should work to exterminate them from the area. The ruling elders of the tribe always disagreed with her, and often scolded her for having such wild ideas, as the humans of the plains were numerous and to engage in a full war with them would cost the Rose tribe many many lives. Despite the rebuffs of the older Dryads there was a growing faction of young dryads in the tribe who both idolized Maria and often saw the depredations of the humans first hand, many of these younger Dryads becoming thorns that fought directly under Maria. They eventually even went so far as to start calling themselves Maria's Thorns.

In Marias 28th year of life a small group of humans who called themselves the blackstone tribe moved into the plains, although small in number they were better organized then other local humans, and were armed with weapons made with sharpened black stones that they called obsidian, and they quickly became a dominate power among the humans on the plains. Maria saw them as a growing threat and entreated the elders to call too any other Dryad tribes they could find to come together and wipe the humans from the planes before they organized into a group powerful enough to threaten the forest. The elders declined Maria, and told her that instead they sent a messenger to the blackstone tribe to try to open a peaceful relationship, and even worse, the blackstone elders had seemed agreeable! Maria knew if the rose tribe entered into a relationship with the duplicitous humans it would be the end of the tribe, possibly the end of all the dryad tribes in the forest. She knew she had to act, and quickly.

Maria gathered only the most skilled and loyal of her thorns, and they sneaked out on a secret mission. Approaching the blackstone tribe in the dead of night they struck, killing among the humans as quickly and silently as they could. Any humans they could reach they struck down, irregardless if they were warriors or civilians, men or women, adults or children. In the chaos of that night Maria's thorns struck deep, slaying many, but soon the tribe rallied and fought back, sorely pressing her thorns Maria was forced to retreat as they started to loose more warriors then they killed. The Dryads ran back to the forests, but a group of blackstone warriors followed. In a effort to save her sisters Maria ordered them to retreat as she fought desperately to delay their blackstone pursuers. Maria, and several of her thorns that had disobeyed her orders managed to hold off the blackstone just long enough for the rest of her thorns to loose themselves among the forest, but they could not fight the overwhelming numbers of the humans and were all struck down. Maria was knocked unconscious and brought to near death by a blow from a Macuahuitl to her face. The blackstone warriors, thinking her dead left her under the bodies of her closest companions, and returned to their tribe.

The blackstone tribe was enraged by what they saw as a betrayal from the Dryads, and using their growing influence on the plains and the fear that many of the primitive tribes had for the reclusive dryads, a fear made manifest by the bloodiest attack from them in anyones memory managed to within a few weeks forge an alliance of the plains tribes against the dryads. They marched into the forest and managed to find their way to the Rose tribes home trees, who they intended to slaughter.

Maria should have died from her headwound, but instead something deep within her was unleashed. A power dormant for eons awoke. The plant life around Maria responded to her unconscious energies roots and grasses grew up around her, cocooning her within their grip as her own powers worked on them and her body. When Maria awoke weeks later, she was reborn. The battle wounds she had taken had all been healed, save for the deadly wound on her head, too deep for her budding powers to heal, it had been reduced to a twisted scar across her face. When her eyes flickered open she found herself in a cocoon of plant matter and covered by the decaying bodies of her closest friends. As she struggled to free herself with muscles weak from weeks of not moving, she marveled as the plants around her seemed to understand her desire as they uncurled from around her, she was even helped to her feet by tree roots pushing her upward. As she made her way back to her tribe she experimented with this new found connection to nature, and found that plants would follow her whims to the best of their ability. She was thinking of how she would tell her tribe of this when she made it back to the Rose tribe, and what she saw horrified her. A huge host of humans, lead by blackstone warriors, were attacking her tribe! They had surrounded the majority of the tribe home tree, and although the Thorns were struggling to keep them back even as Maria watched the lines buckled and broke under the onslaught of humans. Maria rushed into the battle as humans started to slaughter thorns and civilians alike. She fell among the humans like natures wraith as she silently called for the forests aid. And the forest answered. Across the battlefield nature came to raging life. Roots and thorns burst from the ground to grab and crush humans. Trees awoke and swung their branches, swatting human warriors like flies, or grabbing them up and crushing them against their powerful trunks. With the sudden arrival of this unforeseen force the human groups wavered and gaps appeared between them. Dryads fled deeper into the forest as Thorns rallied to Marias side. Beset by nature and a renewed discipline among the thorns the human groups were broken and they fled, only to be pursued by Maria and her Thorns as nature did all it could to prevent them from leaving the forest alive. By nightfall all of the humans remaining in the forest were dead, and only a scattered few managed to escape back to their tribes to tell terrified stories of the events that had occurred.

Maria however was not done with the slaughter that night. She knew deep in her soul that the blame for the great loss of her sisters this day was laid squarely at the feet of the elders of the tribe, as they had completely failed in their duty to lead the tribe in safety. As most of her Thorns tended to their own wounds, she and a few loyal followers hunted though the forest. With the tribe scattered among the deep reaches of the woods and nature at her beck and call, it was easy to track down the surviving elders. The old Dryads stood no chance against Maria and her new powers, and their deaths were easy to later blame on the human invasion. By the next day as the tribe slowly reassembled in their home trees there was no one left willing to argue against Maria as she laid the blame for the human attack at a weak and indecisive elder council, and declared that from then on she, the savior of the Rose tribe, would lead it as their Queen. Maria has spent the last two years solidifying her power over the Rose Tribe, and as her power grows she has declared herself as the "Queen of Thorns" and claims to be the high queen of the Dryad race.

Followers: Rose Tribe

Power: 1 Minor Act

Edit: Since there wasn't really a racial description for Dryads I sorta just made stuff up as I went along (and was inspired by war hammer fantasy dryads). I hope that's okay/I can probably fix anything that doesn't work.

Oh, and by the way, you're free to use whatever you want from me in your game. Although if you're doing something serious I think drow are copywrite 

[AbstractTraitorHero]

me: Alessandra "Gene" Genevieve
Race:Human
Age: 16
Description: her hair is amber and short with ragged edges and overall unkempt and ragged.
 She is a impressive 6ft8 with blue eyes and a stressed pale face that shows how much the years have not been kind.
Her right eye is murkey and dull with burn marks of most likely intense heat arranged around it in a sun pattern.
.She is covered in scars long and curved and old
.her entire left lower arm is gone
.she wears clothes made mostly out of worn out leather
Wears a small blue gem held by leather around her neck in a hexagon shape.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Early Life:
.Alessandra was born to her father the previous leader Alex and his wife Alilis

.her last name is a reflection of that
Genevieve literally meaning leader of the tribe
.of course being a women she was not expected to ever become that.
.but the years went and on her 5th birthday her mother died
.Distraught her father Alex closed himself to the world and became a recluse
.For the next 5 years the tribe was harrased and threatened and gave in like cowards
.On her 10th birthday harpies came and begin slaughtering the tribe with help from neighboring tribes and barbarians and monsters and her village was destroyed
.She was greviously wounded and her father roasted alive
before he died he gave her the blue gem.
she lost her left lower arm,the use of her right eye,her home,and her remaining family
.All the men of the village died allowing the women and children to escape
.For the next three years they fled exhausted starving and being picked off one by one.
.on her 13th birthday "Gene" lost her mind in a fit of madness and forced the young boys and remaining women to charge caravans and slaughter villages becoming barbarians they stayed like this for 2 years
.On her 15th birthday Gene found a purpose something to drive this madness beyond just survival and murder.
.Revenge she finally realized how to do it and what she was how she had survived and now her head has cleared and she has settled to build a tribe and become a god that will bring an end to suffering and pain she will fix this world no matter what it takes.

Followers: <The Throne Of Saviours>
Power:

[ATHATH]

Name: Jarongof (Names became more elaborate after the apocalypse )
Race: Human (Tribe is mixed, but 50% Human)
Age: 32 Years Old
Description: A broad-shouldered, strong, firm, and commanding man, still as fit as someone 10 years younger than him. He is very intelligent, and sometimes looks off into the distance, daydreaming. He tends towards Order and Kindness (LN, with Good leanings).
Early Life: Jarongof was a highly-ranked scavenger and historian of the Inheritors, a group of creatures that are determined to reclaim destroyed cities and restore them to their former glory (and beyond, someday). Despite his natural talents, Jarongof wasn't a very important or noticeable scavenger- until the visions came. At first, they were overwhelming and sporadic- Jarongof would go into a coma for several minutes, dreaming muddled, confusing dreams, and wake up fine soon after. Eventually, he began to recover information from the visions- and he learned that the visions told him things about the old world. After more refinement, he could trigger the visions at will, focusing them upon a touched object. He shortened the required time as well- the visions now only needed to be a few seconds (real-time) long, and didn't cause him to fall into a coma. Jarongof's new insight into the purpose of recovered items quickly shot him up to a unofficial position of power (Jarongof has so far refused offers of Chieftanship, although many people do what he say out of admiration). Instead of assuming a true role of leadership, he would journey out, and return a few weeks later with wondrous items. His time away, and miraculous finds soon caused rumors that he was a god...

Now, Jarongof wishes to truly uplift his tribe, and finally fulfill their dream of being able to make some of these relics themselves...
Followers: The Inheritors
Power: 1 Minor Act

[ATHATH]

Also, you have my permission to use Jarongof.

[Zanzetkuken The Great]

Although if you're doing something serious I think drow are copywrite 

I'll probably just use what possibly partially inspired them, the Svartálfar, if they would show up in the game.  Actually, you know what, might as well do that now...


Anyway, onto commentary of the sheets currently completed.

But one minor thing before I do that, could you each mention roughly where your tribes are based?  Helps out a bit as to how things interact and where aspects you mentioned are based upon the world.  Would even allow for conflict between Demigods if the chance presents itself.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Karlos
Race: Human
Age: 28
Description: A somewhat short man of brownish complexion and black hair, he is not at all unique in his appearance.
Early Life: Karlos had a roughly normal childhood for his tribe; he was raised by the women, inducted into the men's society and all-in-all seemed rather normal. Or at least, that's what everyone believed. In truth, Karlos had a fascination with the dead, how they're bodies would rise and mutate into those abominations and would soon cause a great deal of trouble if they were not destroyed. For that reason, his tribe had cremated their dead for generations.
Of course, Karlos desired to know how and why the process occurred. He finally received the chance when his father died. As his father's firstborn it would be he who would have to arrange the funeral fire and spread the news to the rest of the tribe. Of course, he didn't have to do that right now. And so, he hid the body in the wilderness and waited.
Unluckily for him, the body reanimated just as Karlos was busy hunting. At first disappointed, Karlos became terrified when his former parent started charging at him. In desperation, Karlos asked the body to stop and oddly enough, it did. Puzzled, he tried ordering around the abomination further, and it seemed to follow its other commands. He then practiced his new found ability on small forest abominations, who too heeded command. After a few demonstrations to the tribe, he was soon elected the chief's heir with the chief himself almost ready to croak.
Followers: Cantabrian Tribe
Power: 1 Minor Act

Interesting background.  Heading for a Death God or Necromancy God, I presume?

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Ildan Tlin'orzza
Race: Drow
Age: 27
Description: A tall, thickly built drow, he has Silver hair and Blue Eyes. He is Male.
Early Life: Ildan Tlin'orzza Was raised by his mother to be the next leader, for she saw something within him...
Followers: <Populo offuscatione>
Power: 1 Minor Act

Really barebones on the early life and description.  Going to want to replace the race name with Svartálfar.  Description might want to be changed to account for the slight modifications, as while the first is relative and the eye color could be what tint the compound eyes have, the Silver hair portion might better fit as a darker color to aid in stealth.  Granted, could be a mark of the strange nature of your character as a Demigod.

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Name: Maria Rose; Self styled as the "Queen of Thorns"
Race: Dryad
Age: 30
Description: A tall and lithe humanoid made of twisted and gnarled wood. Long branch like limbs end in sharpened stakes of wood for fingers. Thorns jut from her body, growing longer and mixed with briars and twigs to form what could be called hair that flows down to frame her face, sharpened hard wood forms her fangs and slightly glowing orbs of amber sap serve as eyes, a large scar runs across the wood of her face between said eyes, a reminder, both to her foes about her strength to survive such a wound, and to herself as to the betrayals of the lesser races.

Early Life: Maria was born into the Rose Tribe, a group of relatively advanced Dryads who live in one of the great forests of the Western Continent. As a youth she was stronger and faster then other young Dryads and had a warriors fiery and passionate disposition. To the surprise of no when when she blossomed into adulthood she became a Thorn, one of the warriors that protect the Rose tribe and their forest. Maria learned well from the older Thorns, and soon was a respected warrior, proving herself on various raids and defences against the wandering human tribes of the nearby plains. Although for many the occasional incursions of humans into the woods was regrettable but unstoppable fact of life, Maria came to despise these humans that would trespass on her tribes lands and kill her sisters. She became vocal in her opinion that the Rose tribe should work to exterminate them from the area. The ruling elders of the tribe always disagreed with her, and often scolded her for having such wild ideas, as the humans of the plains were numerous and to engage in a full war with them would cost the Rose tribe many many lives. Despite the rebuffs of the older Dryads there was a growing faction of young dryads in the tribe who both idolized Maria and often saw the depredations of the humans first hand, many of these younger Dryads becoming thorns that fought directly under Maria. They eventually even went so far as to start calling themselves Maria's Thorns.

In Maria's 28th year of life a small group of humans who called themselves the Blackstone tribe moved into the plains, although small in number they were better organized then other local humans, and were armed with weapons made with sharpened black stones that they called obsidian, and they quickly became a dominate power among the humans on the plains. Maria saw them as a growing threat and entreated the elders to call too any other Dryad tribes they could find to come together and wipe the humans from the planes before they organized into a group powerful enough to threaten the forest. The elders declined Maria, and told her that instead they sent a messenger to the Blackstone tribe to try to open a peaceful relationship, and even worse, the Blackstone elders had seemed agreeable! Maria knew if the rose tribe entered into a relationship with the duplicitous humans it would be the end of the tribe, possibly the end of all the dryad tribes in the forest. She knew she had to act, and quickly.

Maria gathered only the most skilled and loyal of her thorns, and they sneaked out on a secret mission. Approaching the Blackstone tribe in the dead of night they struck, killing among the humans as quickly and silently as they could. Any humans they could reach they struck down, irregardless if they were warriors or civilians, men or women, adults or children. In the chaos of that night Maria's thorns struck deep, slaying many, but soon the tribe rallied and fought back, sorely pressing her thorns Maria was forced to retreat as they started to loose more warriors then they killed. The Dryads ran back to the forests, but a group of Blackstone warriors followed. In a effort to save her sisters Maria ordered them to retreat as she fought desperately to delay their Blackstone pursuers. Maria, and several of her thorns that had disobeyed her orders managed to hold off the Blackstone just long enough for the rest of her thorns to loose themselves among the forest, but they could not fight the overwhelming numbers of the humans and were all struck down. Maria was knocked unconscious and brought to near death by a blow from a Macuahuitl to her face. The Blackstone warriors, thinking her dead left her under the bodies of her closest companions, and returned to their tribe.

The Blackstone tribe was enraged by what they saw as a betrayal from the Dryads, and using their growing influence on the plains and the fear that many of the primitive tribes had for the reclusive dryads, a fear made manifest by the bloodiest attack from them in anyone's memory managed to within a few weeks forge an alliance of the plains tribes against the dryads. They marched into the forest and managed to find their way to the Rose tribes home trees, who they intended to slaughter.

Maria should have died from her head wound, but instead something deep within her was unleashed. A power dormant for eons awoke. The plant life around Maria responded to her unconscious energies roots and grasses grew up around her, cocooning her within their grip as her own powers worked on them and her body. When Maria awoke weeks later, she was reborn. The battle wounds she had taken had all been healed, save for the deadly wound on her head, too deep for her budding powers to heal, it had been reduced to a twisted scar across her face. When her eyes flickered open she found herself in a cocoon of plant matter and covered by the decaying bodies of her closest friends. As she struggled to free herself with muscles weak from weeks of not moving, she marvelled as the plants around her seemed to understand her desire as they uncurled from around her, she was even helped to her feet by tree roots pushing her upward. As she made her way back to her tribe she experimented with this new found connection to nature, and found that plants would follow her whims to the best of their ability. She was thinking of how she would tell her tribe of this when she made it back to the Rose tribe, and what she saw horrified her. A huge host of humans, lead by Blackstone warriors, were attacking her tribe! They had surrounded the majority of the tribe home tree, and although the Thorns were struggling to keep them back even as Maria watched the lines buckled and broke under the onslaught of humans. Maria rushed into the battle as humans started to slaughter thorns and civilians alike. She fell among the humans like natures wraith as she silently called for the forests aid. And the forest answered. Across the battlefield nature came to raging life. Roots and thorns burst from the ground to grab and crush humans. Trees awoke and swung their branches, swatting human warriors like flies, or grabbing them up and crushing them against their powerful trunks. With the sudden arrival of this unforeseen force the human groups wavered and gaps appeared between them. Dryads fled deeper into the forest as Thorns rallied to Marias side. Beset by nature and a renewed discipline among the thorns the human groups were broken and they fled, only to be pursued by Maria and her Thorns as nature did all it could to prevent them from leaving the forest alive. By nightfall all of the humans remaining in the forest were dead, and only a scattered few managed to escape back to their tribes to tell terrified stories of the events that had occurred.

Maria however was not done with the slaughter that night. She knew deep in her soul that the blame for the great loss of her sisters this day was laid squarely at the feet of the elders of the tribe, as they had completely failed in their duty to lead the tribe in safety. As most of her Thorns tended to their own wounds, she and a few loyal followers hunted though the forest. With the tribe scattered among the deep reaches of the woods and nature at her beck and call, it was easy to track down the surviving elders. The old Dryads stood no chance against Maria and her new powers, and their deaths were easy to later blame on the human invasion. By the next day as the tribe slowly reassembled in their home trees there was no one left willing to argue against Maria as she laid the blame for the human attack at a weak and indecisive elder council, and declared that from then on she, the saviour of the Rose tribe, would lead it as their Queen. In the years that followed Maria reformed the tribe, although it was devastated by their losses to the human attack, the news of Maria's powers and resistance to the humans spread though the Dryad tribes, and many young Thorns flocked to the Rose tribe, reforming their numbers. Maria used her ultimate power in the tribe to restructure it, Thorns were regarded as the greatest profession that one could aspire to, and as her powers grew the young thorns among the tribes came to view her not just as their mortal leader, but came to worship her like a god as "The Queen of Thorns."

Followers: Rose Tribe

Power: 1 Minor Act

Very interesting backstory you have here.  Tells quite a bit of how your character acts.  Very nice.  Might be good to have it end when just when she gains power, at the start of reforming the tribes.  Gives something for you to work towards at the start of the game.

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me: Alessandra "Gene" Genevieve
Race:Human
Age: 16
Description: her hair is amber and short with ragged edges and overall unkempt and ragged.
 She is a impressive 6ft8 with blue eyes and a stressed pale face that shows how much the years have not been kind.
Her right eye is murkey and dull with burn marks of most likely intense heat arranged around it in a sun pattern.
 She is covered in scars long and curved and old and her entire left lower arm is gone she also wears a medieval style armor that is quite rusty but covers her right shoulder and arm it is made out of iron other wise she wears clothes made mostly out of worn out leather and a small blue gem held by leather around her neck in a hexagon shape.
Early Life:  Alessandra was born to her father the previous leader Alex and his wife Alilis and her last name is a reflection of that  Genevieve literally meaning leader of the tribe of courde being a women she was not expected to ever become that but the years went and on her 5th birthday her mother died distraught her father Alex closed un and became a recluse and for the next 5 years the tribe was harrased and threatened amd gave in like cowards but on her 10th birthday harpies came and begin slaughtering the tribe with help from neighbouring tribes and barbarians and monster her village was destroyed amd she was greviously wounded and her father roasted alive begore he died he gave her the blue gem but she lost her left lower arm,the use of her right eye,her home,and her remaining family all the men of the village died allowing the women and children to escape and for the next three years they fled exhausted starving and being picked off one by one but on her 13th birthday "Gene" lost her mind in a fit of madness forced the young boys and remaining women to charge caravans and slaughter villages becoming barbarians they stayed like this for 2 years and on her 15th birthday Gene found a purpose something to drive this madness beyond just survival and murder.
Revenge she finally realized how to do it and what she was how she had survived and now her head has cleared and she has settled to build a tribe and become a god that will bring an end to suffering and pain she will fix this world no matter what it takes.
Followers: <The Throne Of Saviours>
Power:Strength of the tortured:"Gene" can lend her own strength to another healing wounds and allowing one to survive normally fatal wounds at the cost of her feeling the pain of everyblow it remains in effect until she dismisses it or passes out she can also do the opposite taking anothers strength and adding it to her own.

A few different problems with this sheet.  The Power is not something to fill in.  It is meant to mark how many minor acts you have.  With your Early Life, you have a very long run-on sentence and the occasional typo makes it fairly confusing to read through.  As for the description, you are in charge of a society that is Stone Age at best.  Having iron armour is quite a bit outside the capabilities at the current time.  There is a minor possibility to get armour of that quality from ruins, but going through one of those is extremely risky, and, as such, I'm not letting it be in backstory.

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Name: Jarongof (Names became more elaborate after the apocalypse )
Race: Human (Tribe is mixed, but 50% Human)
Age: 32 Years Old
Description: A broad-shouldered, strong, firm, and commanding man, still as fit as someone 10 years younger than him. He is very intelligent, and sometimes looks off into the distance, daydreaming. He tends towards Order and Kindness (LN, with Good leanings).
Early Life: Jarongof was a highly-ranked scavenger and historian of the Inheritors, a group of creatures that are determined to reclaim destroyed cities and restore them to their former glory (and beyond, someday). Despite his natural talents, Jarongof wasn't a very important or noticeable scavenger- until the visions came. At first, they were overwhelming and sporadic- Jarongof would go into a coma for several minutes, dreaming muddled, confusing dreams, and wake up fine soon after. Eventually, he began to recover information from the visions- and he learned that the visions told him things about the old world. After more refinement, he could trigger the visions at will, focusing them upon a touched object. He shortened the required time as well- the visions now only needed to be a few seconds (real-time) long, and didn't cause him to fall into a coma. Jarongof's new insight into the purpose of recovered items quickly shot him up to a unofficial position of power (Jarongof has so far refused offers of Chieftanship, although many people do what he say out of admiration). Instead of assuming a true role of leadership, he would journey out, and return a few weeks later with wondrous items. His time away, and miraculous finds soon caused rumors that he was a god...

Now, Jarongof wishes to truly uplift his tribe, and finally fulfill their dream of being able to make some of these relics themselves...
Followers: The Inheritors
Power: 1 Minor Act

As I mentioned in the prior commentary of a sheet, going into the ruins is stupid dangerous.  To give you an idea, there's some stuff wandering inside that could kill Younger or, in cases, Major gods (potentially even an Elder God slayer).  Considering that, going into those areas is not a event I'm going to allow to be in a backstory.  I like the thought of a tribe attempting to preserve the history of the world, scavenging for tech is very far outside the limits of what could be done.  While it may seem a bit too great, keep in mind that these cities were ones that had gone through the Fall and remained, at least partially, intact and may have killed a number of Gods beforehand with what they built.  Yeah, breaching one of those and even taking a single item is not really a backstory event, even with some knowledge of the city granted by viewing the past.

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It was more worthless decoration then anything so i can get rid of it so ill fix the run on i can put it in bullet points if you want?
 i'll try to fix the errors i mainly use a text to speech cause of my disgraphia so ill take some time to fix the errors.