If anyone's interested, here's the character application I sent Ghazkull.
Name: Euvon, Harbinger Of Rebirth, Timeless One, He Who Turns The Wheel, Lord Of Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter.
Starting Scenario: The Godslayer. If not, The Pantheon Dominant.
Type of God: Younger God.
Description: When Udil Godslayer slew the Elder Gods, almost all of their power entered him, this is known by all. What is little known is that minuscule, trace amounts of their divine lifeblood dispersed into the world. Over time, these microscopic drops of essence were absorbed into the Earth itself, wherein they remained for many centuries. As millennia passed, they merged together, and over the eons, they drifted heavenward, inch by inch, to the Cosmos. As time moved forward, these droplets of essence slowly fused into one cluster, and such was their power, this cluster developed a mind, and godlike power. However, this new being had no memories, and knew nothing but the Earth, but, eager to learn, it listened, slowly climbing.
This fetal godling listened to the heartbeat of the Earth, and heard, it listened to the thunders of the depths, and heard, it listened to the shift of the Earth's form, and heard. All of these things, the godling heard, but it was formed of the Heavenly remnants of the ancients, and had no interest in the rock or in the stone. The godling began to grow saddened, for it felt that its Earthly womb was all there was, but then, it listened, and it heard. The call of a songbird on the surface of the world. Curious, and enraptured by this new, wondrous noise, the godling rushed upward, and in its incorporeal form, erupted from the ground. The godling gazed skyward, and saw the endless, blue expanse, it looked beyond, and saw the Cosmos itself, it looked yet further, and saw the hostile, alien void.
Fearful, yet overjoyed by these new sensations, the godling resolved to sate its curiosity by watching, yet it knew not what it saw, and so it remained hidden and separate.
Many centuries passed, and the godling traveled far and wide, always hiding, never exposing itself, and so, it remained hidden. The godling looked to the other Gods, and feared them for their power, so he remained silent. The godling looked to the mortals, and did not comprehend their ways, so he remained silent. Having no where else to look, the godling looked to his mother, the Earth, and watched. It saw the deer frolicking through the glade, it saw the hawk ensnaring the mouse, it saw the wolves banding together to survive. It watched and was overjoyed by these things, but to the godling, they passed in mere moments, and so the godling was saddened. Mourning its solitude, the godling wept, for it was alone, and knew it would be alone for all of time. During its weeping, the godling thought to itself, and began meditate on the passage of time, for it knew time to be the only constant it could depend on.
It had no reason to move, and so it remained in place. For many years, it did nothing but ponder the reality it found itself contained within, and slowly, its thoughts began to turn to nature, short-lived, and tragic, yet to it, endearing and purposeful. As the godling remained still, it slowed, and as it slowed, its perception of time slowed likewise. It discovered this, and was overjoyed, for the the first time, all it surveyed would not fade away, and it wept, not tears of sadness, but tears of joy, rapturous joy, for it had purpose. The godling ceased meditating, and it once again traveled across the land. It was happy, for decades no longer passed in an instant, and it was able to observe, experience, and be with nature. The godling watched, and so it learned.
The godling quietly witnessed the lives of all of the creatures, and all of the vegetation, and it was fascinated. But as it began to understand all that it watched, the godling realized that it had no purpose. The godling sank to its knees and cried, it cried against the futility of its existence, it cried against the injustice of its birth, and it cried in shame for its tears. Then, it felt something, something old, but new, strange, yet familiar. The passage of time had slowed once more, and now, the godling felt, so much as witnessed the change occurring around him. Fascinated, it watched further, as the seasonal shift in nature slowly changed a tree, from Spring, to Summer, to Autumn, to Winter. As Spring returned, the godling was astonished, and realized that it had been blind to the passage of the Seasons. It fervently gazed into itself, and into the Earth, and felt the slow, but constant, endless, clockwork turn of the Seasons.
The godling, eyes opened, wandered the land for many more years, each time, reveling in the constant metamorphosis of nature, and for the last time, it wept, not tears of sadness, but tears of rapturous joy, for it had found its purpose. While the centuries went by, the godling grew in wisdom, understanding, and strength, as it experienced each of the Seasons, every time different, yet fundamentally the same. As the godling matured with the passing of time, it changed. Its body, once incorporeal and formless, became physical, and took shape. As its shape became that of a man, the godling called himself thus. The godling's nature began to change, now, rather than passively observe the passing of the Seasons, the godling began to actively guide each Season into the next. He grew in power, and no longer was bewildered, for he had gained understanding. The godling had matured, and in doing so, became a God of that which he loved the most, the Seasons.
Realizing that he was now equal to the other Gods, he thought to take upon a name for himself. He gazed to the Heavens, and saw for the briefest of instants, the most perfect of celestial alignments he had ever witnessed, spell out a word. Euvon. Understanding that this could be no coincidence, the newborn God claimed it as his name, and knew that he must no longer remain hidden.
Euvon looks to be a rugged in appearance, yet elegant in form, cloaked man. The cloak obscures most of his features, but his face, hands, and feet are visible. His skin is silvery and his eyes, glinting with wonder and curiosity, have no parts, instead being a single indeterminate hue, if one gazed into them, they would experience a pleasant vision of the current Season. His face is perfectly formed, happy, and youthful, though well-weathered from an eternity of travel and camping. He walks barefoot softly, yet his feet leave no tracks, nor evidence of his passing. The creatures of the wild don't fear him, and the space around him seems to become more vibrant with his passing. His hands carry a slender, gnarled, leafy, living wood staff that looks more like a thin, small tree than a walking stick. His voice is pleasant, and carries a joyful undertone. Over his shoulders, he carries a small, hand-stitched leather bag, filled to the brim with camping supplies. He makes no noise beyond his speech and the occasional quiet breath. He smells strongly of the many scents of nature, though some of the smells normally wouldn't go well together, they are all perfectly balanced and enjoyable.
Depending on the current Season, Euvon's appearance changes. In the Spring, his cloak and staff are a vibrant shade of green, in the Summer, his cloak and staff slowly alternate between deep shades of yellow and crimson, in the Fall, his cloak and staff are a crackling tan shade of brown, in the Winter, his cloak and staff are a striking shade of pure white. He is constantly smiling, and though unimaginable power seems to radiate from him, the air around him feels peaceful, and the power feels as natural as the sun or the rain.
Sphere: The Seasons
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