PLAYERS LIST
GREATER ONES
Name: Manannan Silverhand
Class: Great Destructor
Appearance: His true form, adopted only within his realm, in visions to mortals, and generally where the needs of physical reality do not apply, is a perfectly flat pool of still water stretching off into the horizon in all directions. This is somewhat inconvenient for everyday purposes, so he is more commonly seen as a figure drawing design elements from whatever living entities he has lately seen, always with one hand or hand-analogue composed of silvery water (though not always the same hand).
Realm Style: An endless flat plane of still water with a transparent, watery humanoid figure seated floating in the centre, its head against its knees. Though this figure sometimes speaks for Manannan, it is not Manannan, and any who dare raise a hand against it will find their blows passing through nothing but ordinary water — for Manannan is (as you can probably figure out) the vast pool of water beneath instead. Although, when Manannan is not in his realm, the water is still there; it simply isn't Manannan at those times. He doesn't really know how that works and would prefer you not question it. Beings in some way native to the realm step lightly upon the surface of the pool and never sink into it, while outsiders, lacking this skill, are buoyed by platforms of ice created by the god wherever they go — and one key feature of this realm is that, though the water stretches endlessly in all directions and there is only one centre, no matter how far you may walk, you are never quite as far from the centre as you ought to be by the ordinary principles of geometry.
Spheres: Water, and spirit, which is the same thing as water, and the void between universes, which is also the same thing as those other two things.
Name: "Gasnareth Imrep"
Class: "Greater one, Creation"
Appearance: "A Strange Twisting being made of Energy and Matter, Often Shifting part of it's mass from one state to the other. it has Innumerable Eyes. It is covered by Swiftly Shifting Runes of Confusing Eldritch meanings"
Realm Style (Optional): "Shadowy and half formed, with etchings of long past events upon all sides"
Spheres: "Death" "Chaos"
Name: Maïspapa/Païsmama, Motherland, Lord of the Harvest, Peacemaker, Corn Pope
Class: Great Creator
Description: Who measures out the harvest season? Who blesses the harvest and causes it to grow strong? Who brings forth the peace at the end of a war? The answer to all of these questions is, of course, the Païsmama/Maïspapa, who takes the form of a giant clay bull/heifer. As the Maïspapa, It brings much fertility to all who call on Its name, and as the Païsmama, It intervenes to save what It sees as Its stepchildren. The Maïspapa/Païsmama loves all mortals regardless of their creator and divine status and would love nothing more than for all the world to live as one happy (agrarian) family.
Realm style: Sprawling fields and pastures on endless plains and flooded terraces on rolling hills make up the Païsmama/Maïspapa's idyllic domain. Villages dot the landscape, and the fields are perpetually white with harvest.
Spheres: Earth, Prosperity, Agriculture, Peace, Fertility, Family, Peasants, Cows
OTHER ONES
Name: X’arilyg, Hope’s End
Class: Other One
Appearance: X’arilyg is a giant eyeball construct that looks like a eyeball centralized on the top, with a tower adorned to the giant eyeball, and curved claws that hold the giant bulbous eyeball in place. The purple ziggurat stretches out and the limbs of X’arilyg come out, his tentacles and tendrils adorn with purple tendrils and their are a mass of them, they all end with a giant eyeball with a purple glint to them, there are eight tentacles coming from the eye-ziggurat god, finally the colossal eyeball that the ziggurat holds up is a purple eyeball with a void as its cornea, the pupil is a skinny oval-shape that has a black void to its, X’arilyg center eye is the center of gravity point and all mass consumes to the entity’s will.
Realm Style: The realm of X’arilyg is powerful and opposing, it is a plain of shadow and purple mist, with constant fungal tower structures with mounted eyeballs that all connects with roots that connect to the central part of the realm, being X’arilyg eyeball ziggurat, and the realm seems to sprawl out eternally, like growing madness. The ground is a purple surface, that changes its physic from material to another, at the whim of its own discretion or rather interval randomness.
Spheres: The Mind ((Also referred by Insanity to the Blissful)), Psychology, Intricacy, Progression.. as they are things of the very fabrics that define dimensions, as all mortals are capable of these values and the laws of the realms allows these to exist. This entity does not see the negative connotation that needs to apply to a dimension, it is as intricate as it necessary, all things from mortals to the physics of a realm need growth and progression attach to them, so that we all may see their journey, the mind and one’s own inverse fallacy are just development that are innately intricate and must be explored, all things must progress and the consciousness even further so...
Name: Razel the beast of battle
Class: Other one
appearance: Razel looks like something mixed between a alligator, human, and bull, its more horrify than it sounds
Realm Style (Optional): Razel's realm is a battle field of endless screaming and war cries followed by a river of blood
Spheres: WAR, abominations, depravity
Name: Ma'Rook (The Hands That Eat)
Class: Other
Appearance: Ma'Rook is a towering iridescent pearly humanoid. He has no lower body, instead his muscular torso and arms repeat six times, and then breaks into thousands of distended arms. He is often seen coiling around himself like a snake at rest with thousands of writhing hands protruding from beneath. Ma'Rook has no head, but instead his neck splits into three long arms. On the palm of each of these there is a single large eye. Ma'Rook will often move these around while looking at something, which comes off as disorienting and disturbing to the target of his gaze. Ma'Rook has a large maw in the chest of his first torso, his white beating heart visible in the back of his gaping hungry throat. Each of his twelve main arms have a smaller mouth in the palm of each, smaller pearly hearts can be seen beating in these as well.
Realm style: Ma'Rook's realm is (under construction)
Spheres: Need, Blood, Caverns, Light, Body (Under construction)
Name: "I am Aiwibhttjoikuboneschwëltom!ernauocks, the One with Wings of Magenta, but you may call me Ivy if you find that too hard to pronounce."
Class: "You would call me 'Other One'."
Appearance: "To gaze upon me is to see that strict father who said you'd never amount to anything, that cool teacher who always cheered for you and pushed you on when you were about to give up, that girl who acted as if she loved whatever you did, even if it was your first time doing it and it didn't really feel that good. And in the end, you see... yourself. You cannot blame me for your own failings. If you were to see through this guise, however, you would see a little magenta-winged butterfly, flying without a care, without an aim... and no less happier for it. Maybe there's something to learn from this."
Realm Style (Optional): "A gloomy, twisted mountain of polished silver that never appears any less tall, no matter how long you climb. It is a place of endless Sisyphean struggle. Of slippery cliffs, of daring jumps, of painful falls. And you can't stop looking at yourself in the mirror-like surface. But it is not an entirely pointless struggle; maybe someday you'll reach the top and reach me. I'm afraid that day is not today."
Spheres: "Passion, Hope, and Tragedy. There's no reason not to try and do what you love, no? After all, isn't the fun in the journey?"
ASCENDED ONES
Name: Tachyon Everlord
Class: Ascended
Appearance: god form is a near formless figure bearing only a silver metal mask grafted by the historic first weapons ever made with a fire mane that glows blue. The mask has a mouth that is used to communicate or uses its mind to speak to the others in their head. It can form its body and things onto it in order to define other features. In mortal form the main mask is treated as part of any armor and clothing that is worn. Tachyon can appear however it wishes to appear and reform itself but mostly keeps to being humanoid.
Realm Style (Optional): A kingdom of smaller kingdoms. Each kingdom represents a different ruler of a particular category such as fighting; they change leaders every so often. Scholars, warriors, commoners, it matters not all are welcome under the order established by each place and serve the master Tachyon.
Spheres: Change, Metal, Magic
Name: Elmedo the Afflatus
Class: Ascended
Appearance: A young human man, adrogynous in face and demeanor but not in his perfectly sculpted features. He wears a golden laurel wreath, to symbolize wisdom and strength of mind; two golden fingerless gauntlets, to symbolize dexterity and strength of the body; and perhaps most important, a golden arrow through the heart, to symbolize passionate emotion and strength of character.
Realm Style (Optional): A great marble museum, devoted to scientific thought, grandiose art and artifacts, and images and statues of the most talented and heroic mortals. As of now it is mostly an empty hall - but Elmedo's greatest wish is to fill it to the brim with greatness.
Spheres: Expression, Thought, Talents
Name: "Well technically my name's Lifestealer but I don't really like that name so please call me the Awesomemest One or maybe Foxmox or I'm not really sure let me think on it hmmm..."
Class: "Well I'm an Ascended One but that sounds so boring I would really prefer Awesome One or something like that."
Appearance: "Well I look like whatever mortal I'm possessing at the time oh you mean my true form hm let me think on that it's been a while since I've called up my true form hm oh yes I remember now it's a little lightish blue colored fox except kinda sorta transparent."
Realm Style: "I don't really spend much time in my Realm because I'm always so busy possessing mortals and stealing their lives but it's a little forest with blue colored trees and an obelisk with weird symbols carved on it in the center."
Spheres: "Well Possession is one after all I like to borrow the lives of mortals by taking over their body though honestly I prefer the term borrowing instead of Possession another one is Youth as I am young and like to live my life to the fullest and if there's a third let me think hm it would be Fun as I live to have fun!"
WAITLIST
Name: "Name's Mavnon dear but you can call me greatma Mav sweety."
Class: "Other One. Those Primordial fellas are a bit up themselves, ya know? Sweety, you're better off without them"
Appearance: "Children ought learn their manners Ema! Why, in my day, asking a lady how she looked like under the covers was grounds for a drawn-out quartering! Really Ema, you must really have some grace with your questioning. In any case my dear, think of me as your archtypical grandmama, whatever that might be to you. Really, I look like the perfect grandma to anyone and everyone, just ya know, gleaming in neon. Oh, and I got this rusty sword and scroll stuck in me hips. From the grand old war, ya know. Twas before your time. Perhaps I'll tell you the story one day if you're really good."
Realm Style (Optional): "My primordial was a stickler for the rules. Nasty fella. This is how he'd tell us all to describe our planes: 'The Four-Thousand Flights of Mavnon are a network of incoherently connected miniscule planes, each decorated in glaring neon lights and populated by luminous shadows. Said planes differ greatly in decor and general livability, but neon pink star constellations are always visible in the sky/ceiling. Each plane is connected by a set of stairs that look identical to any other stairs in the rest of the plane. These sets of stairs tend to change their destination and position at random times and indeed; most mortals will be stuck should they not have a planned exit method. ' Quote a bore, no? In any case, just soz you know dear, this grandma figure you're seeing is just how you non-eldritch visualise myself. I am my plane and the plane is me. Not too hard a concept to grasp, dear?"
Spheres: Adversity, Climate, Egg-laying, The sense of balance, Chlorine, Dentures, Vacations, Rebelliousness, Justice, Heroism, Heroinism, The bits of coffee that never come off the mug, leaves shaped like hexagons, lizards that don't drag their belly on surfaces, cooked tea leaves, the feelin' that you've added too much one of ingredient, Middle management, Children, Mental Illness, Inconvenient currencies, Caramel flavouring, Coffee oil, Fossilisation, Railways, Biological thermal systems, and Neon. I'm a bit of a stickler for the old-style of being a deity. These younglings all seem to want semi-related characteristics and spheres of influence. In my day, a god was happy with whatever fiefdom they got, and they treasured them! Kids these days are *so* entitled. I'd hope you don't grow up to be like that. Now, would you like some of greatma's cooking? There's dessert at the end if you're good~".
Name: **/*****/**/*
Class: Ascended One
Appearance: A black humanoid figure reminiscent of Sasquatch with tentacles for arms.
Realm Style: A formless, gravityless plane filled with documents describing **/*****/**/*.
Spheres: Teleportation, Theft/Kidnapping, Love/Greed
Name: Mistem Rithtolun
Class: Ascended One
Appearance: A grizzled, scarred dwarf, armored with light leather armor and armed with an immaculate steel axe.
Realm Style (Optional): A small dwarven outpost; freshly established. However, the outpost is not the focus of the Realm, instead a field that can be described as 'A short ways to the east' of said outpost. This field is littered with bloodspatters and fallen equipment; all the evidence of a fierce battles only without the bodies. Towards the western edge of the battlefield, littered equipment of both dwarven and goblin make reside... But to the east lies a veritable pile of goblin equipment; topped by an immaculate axe...
Spheres: Protection, Sacrifice, Last Stands
Name: Acter Nobody
Class: Ascendant
Appearance: He looks like someone started the bare bones of a sketch of a humanoid being, and then brought it to life. In his right hand, he carries his shovel, and the arm has metallic-looking vines growing across and between the lines that make it up, while in his left hand, he holds a book (blank blue cover, golden pages), and that arm has a slowly-shifting stream of light extending from the shoulder to the wrist. He wears an intricately-decorated black-and-gold cloak, appearing somewhere between a mage’s robes and a scientist’s lab coat.
And yes, I'm pretty sure he's gotten more intricate each time I describe him. Sue me.
Realm Style: Acter's realm doesn't look like much, really. Mostly just like a normal town, or a city if those have become common. Essentially, it looks roughly similar to the most advanced location the mortals have made, or rather, draws elements from the most advanced places and things any and all mortals have made (be they technological or arcane), but it doesn't come across as explicitly divine. However, within it, Acter can "sketch out" various objects he may want or need; they retain a "drawn" appearance, though whether that manifests as the object being wireframe, looking like it's two-dimensional, or some other look depends on a mix of the current artistic paradigms of the mortals at a given moment in time and Acter's current mood and intent.
Spheres: Improvement, in all its forms.