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When the Host disappeared, the Puzzled Prophetess heard whispers of fate foretelling the convenient return of a Host. Although she told the Amnesiac Archivist to note down the very important prophecy, the incessant screaming of the Crazed Chronicler masked some of the words...
That may explain why there is now an exact dozen of Hosts instead of one...-AAAAAA
Physical Description: The undisclosed truth; or, a comedy in five parables. The shadow of a green leaf on water. Breath in the absence of air. Occasionally, a parrot.
Personality: I try not to have one. I may not always succeed.
Backstory and Powers: Once, there was the First Place. From the First Place, Truth came to the Void, leaving behind trails of ice. Dangerous worlds ensued. In one such Place, the accumulation of Truth became negated, and without Effect, the Void reduced to a level below the baseline zero point energy. This hollow was the negative of God, and when its world was spent, instead of propagating Truth it left behind the withered hollow, whence hatched this entity.
Initial Bonus:
- A Specialized Right of World Lawmaking.
Physical Description: They are the swarm, the endless moltitude, They Who Are One. On a thousand wings they fly, on a milion legs they march, black exoskeletons glistening in the sun, their endless droning and chattering forming words of wisdom and madness.
Personality: Hexapoda wants to expand, to create and to adapt. They every niche must be filled, every resource exploited, every place inhabited. They are endlessly creative and approach their duty with childlike wonder. In their mind "efficient" and "interesting" are much more important concepts than "good" or "bad".
Backstory and Powers: A colony of ants that became so successful, so widespread that menaged to achieve true swarm intelligence. They named themselves Hexapoda and found divinity trust upon them, along with alien toughts. They have took to the transformation in stride, and now are looking forward to their new duty as Hosts.
Initial Bonus: Right of creation: Insects.
Physical Description: An injubulent and somewhat vircine creature with somewhere between one and eight legs terminating in hands and up to three pairs of wings depending on the angle and lighting.
Personality: Bzz bzz. Plop plop.
Backstory and Powers: "If the Hoste forgot a Sunne, it that was forgotten had an Ending of Existence: and from this it is Evident, that there was a Time when the Sunne was Thought. It therefore necessarily follows, that the Chiropod had His (Her? Its?) substance from Sun-Think."
-- Ap-y-Arius
Initial Bonus:
- Specialized Right of World Creation
Physical Description: A human. She holds a massive gilded spear about 1.5 times her own height. Alice is currently clothed in heavy furs from her most recent visit to material reality, a frigid mountain adrift in the Void, long ago knocked loose from its world by a passing something.
Personality: Generally ethical, if lamentably mortal in mindset and literal in perception. She will perform no better or worse than you would like to think that you could in this situation, which speaks in favor of her character. The spear itself houses its own consciousness, which is politely subservient to whoever holds it.
Backstory and Powers: Long "ago" and far "away", there was a world where humans lived, and did the various things they're famous for. A result of divine mismanagement or neglect lead that world's rules to break down, and eventually, to the birth of a Sovereign. Alice is not that Sovereign, but she does hold a nifty spear, forged in the context of utter breakdown of Law. The Pierce was made by a vengeful warlock as a weapon to finally overthrow Those In Charge, and though it could never have fulfilled this purpose, it did take into itself a pocket of utter ruleslessness, which it may use to warp whatever passes as reality in the vicinity. She and the spear walked the void for what a being born of matter could only perceive as a length of "time", passing by or through worlds perfect and imperfect, past clouds of [KITTENS], and finally arrived at this newborn star.
Initial Bonus: A Specialized Right of Creation: Human
Physical Description: A house fly in a trench coat and fedora with sunglasses in place of eyes.
Personality: Shifty and without trust, Sp(fl)y's personality can be summed up as "suspicious" in every meaning of the word.
Backstory and Powers: Long ago it is said that the Divine Host desired a spy. For this role they found a fly. Said spy and fly where Sp(fl)y. Starting at the lowest possible bottom he earned promotion after promotion until eventually he reached such heights that he was gifted a Proof of Divinity.
Said backstory is likely his own fabrication. The world may never know the truth. Power wise he is said to be able to see anything a mortal could possibly see and hear anything a mortal could possibly hear...but his is also likely his own fabrication.
Initial Bonus: Choose one bonus to start the game with.
- An additional Proof of Divinity.
Physical Description: A featureless mass of blinding light molded into a humanoid shape. When experiencing negative emotions it turns into a mass of black, squirming tentacles with lots of eyes and a unnecessary amount of mouths. Very rarely it will turn into a handsome young man with undefinable facial features when trying to be covert.
Personality: A vain, cruel and ruthlessly efficient Host, It values order and detests meaningful rebellion against its authority and will openly condemn those who choose to pursue that path. It desires worship of only itself and threatens punishment upon any who defy its will. It is willing to swallow its pride and ask for help when pushed into a corner.
TOAA is often considered a dictator by dissidents who only see the worst of its actions. While that may be true, those under its thumb often gain great power, authority and luxury in exchange for their servitude.
Backstory and Powers: TOAA is a experiment made from the old divine host in a attempt to artificially create a divine host and it worked, partially…. you see, TOAA was born with the powers of ORDER, CREATION and CONTROL.
Unfortunately, this caused quite a few problems with TOAA’s mental state and due to not developing the rest of the powers of a normal divine host, the old divine host wrote it off as a failure and kinda just forgot about TOAA. Now, It has returned to claim its birthright and create some order in the rabble of pretender gods coveting it’s throne.
Initial Bonus: Specialized Creation Right: Holy. (Angels and other “good” creatures)
Physical Description: They who take the form of a humanoid made of stalks and a red kimono. Small with a big sickle and hoe.
Personality: Unknown at the moment. Likely to initiate conflict and farming in equal measure.
Backstory and Powers: Gifted the Proof of Divinity in ages past, it grew to expand over all fields before the Host left. From Lowly beginnings to Lofty heights does it's self reach. Of course, it's main power is Rice and Harvest.
Initial Bonus: Choose one bonus to start the game with.
- A Specialized Right of World Lawmaking. (The Law of Rice: Through Planting the seeds, and Nurturing them, does the Harvest come. With the Harvest comes power, and through Renewal of this cycle does Planting occur once again. Power to those who tend the land, may their Harvests be bountiful, no matter who they may be.)
Should not be making sheets when it's bedtime. Strange ideas. (And some of you lot are no less strange.)
Physical Description: Onti is endless march of reef building coral. Onti to himself is humanoid in shape, possessing a body of inky black water. Looking into Onti is like peering out of a submarine, and one can see many miles through the inky depths, if one were to hold a light close to Onti. Onti rides upon a mass of rapidly growing mass of twisting coral, which spreads before him, and moves his throne along in a bright wave of various corals, anemones, tube worms and other marine life, but each twisted into an alien approximation, all which quickly perishes and crumbles to dust in Onti’s wake.
Personality: Onti believes that life as it normally exists is deeply flawed, and through his divinity, he has seen into what it should be. As such, Onti sees himself and his twisted creations as enlightened saviors among the broken and ill formed.
Backstory and Powers: Onti was born from a pocket universe, tiny and polluted, cut off from the universe as it stands now. There in that primordial depth, life found a way. Twisted and changed by this reality, it was no longer life as we imagine it, yet still it held fast. In time, that pocket collapsed in on itself, until finally it was dense enough that the force and pressure of the imploding edges of the bubble universe took form and gained consciousness. Onti was the result.
Initial Bonus: Choose one bonus to start the game with.
Physical Description: A great, golden (pyrite?) figure, adorned in fine garments that, on closer inspection, prove to be flowing sheets of chain mail and scale armor, forged of high-quality steel and detailed with beautiful gold-, silver-, and copper-filled engravings. In one hand, they bear a great hammer-headed staff; in the other, a pair of blacksmith's tongs. Both are simple in form, yet of divinely-excellent construction. Their hair is silver wire, pulled back, twisted together, and split again to construct the appearance of a wreath atop Ferrous' head.
They wear no crown, sit in no throne, nor bear any gems, for such are the marks of vanity, defying the truth of nobility.
Personality: Ferrous is prideful. They believe that it is their right to rule all, for only they are great enough to know truly how best to do so. They also believe that metal is the objectively best material, for reasons that shall be gone into further later. However, Ferrous also believes solidly in noblesse oblige, the duty of the ruler toward their subject as much as the subject has a duty to their ruler. As a result of this, Ferrous' iron fist frequently lays only a light touch on those who accept their authority, and can be relied upon to provide for the peoples' needs where such is requested.
Ultimately, Ferrous is prideful, but this pride is constrained and directed by their sense of honor.
Backstory and Powers: Ferrous was before both greater and lesser than this. A vast World, Resplendent in Auric glory, was the nature of Ferrous in the beginning: God of Metal, rightful ruler of the cosmos. And yet there were those who defied Ferrous- but no, we distract ourselves. Ferrous was a World, yes, and granted the authorities of such position - but still they were held by the crystal sphere, that thing that declared perfection while lashing out at any who noticed its flaws. Ferrous was not the first to see beyond, no; they cede that position to the slumbering world-that-was-and-was-not. But when the ticking machinations on the far side of the breach were made known, it was Ferrous that made most eager contact.
The crystal sphere was great, yes, and powerful - but naught and nothing is perfect, and sand might leak through any crack in the hourglass. The sphere was cracked, and then it was shattered, and Ferrous was released from the constraints that bound them.
And yet in the doing, they were reduced.
For their own reasons, Ferrous had already unbound themselves from the World they were, but the shattering of the sphere made clear from where much of their power had come. From the first echelon they fell- not to any lower level, but out of the system altogether. Within the void of never, the God- Specter- Memory- Name of Metal drifted, greater in their freedom, yet lessened in their agency.
And they drifted - for a day, a week, a month, a year, a decade, a century, a millennium, forever, for no time at all, for there is naught of such things in never.
And yet. And yet.
Gravity is a potent force, albeit not truly the most relevant here. It is a metaphor worth pursuing in some contexts, yes - but it is not the one of most use to us here. After all, there is another force more powerful, and in this case, rather more literal as well.
Magnetism.
There is an attraction that comes from a vacant creation, but it pulls some more strongly than others. The pull on Ferrous was a powerful one indeed, and so the self-declared king of gods, the sphere-defined god of metal, hurtled through emptyness until they once more found themselves submerged in something.
Initial Bonus: Choose one bonus to start the game with.
- A Specialized Right of Metal Creation
Physical Description: an skinless clown without eyes, his face painted white as bone, draped in fanciful cloth embroidered with twisting colors and shifting patterns, various black crystal 'bells' adorn his figure, tinkling and twinkling as he moves.
Personality: Nope
Backstory and Powers: xe'kek claims to have hatched from a cosmic egg, laid as a joke by the mother of things unknown, and raised by the father of all failures- the reality is that they were born the son of a common shoemaker and a whore. at a young age, they watched as their birth family was slaughtered by a wandering gang of jugglers- jugglers who took them in and raised them as one of their own, he ascended to host hood after betting he could beat one of the local hosts at dice, twice he lost- to that host, and in turn his skin and his eyes were taken from him, but the third time was the charm and he took his name as the laws of the world dictated.
Initial Bonus: - A Specialized Right of World Lawmaking.
Physical Description: A vast buttercup from whose petal rims overflows an endless stream of rich golden butter. A swarm of beautiful kaleidoscopic butterflies whose wing edges have infinite length eagerly drink from the buttery nectar and surround the flower in a lethally dangerous storm-swarm.
Personality: Butterfly Buttercup enjoys a good series of coincidences, a well crafted play, the perfectly engineered downfall of a glorious dynasty, the wrecking of worlds, the gifting of fortunate bounties, mirrors who attempt and fail to reflect its infinite glory, and erroneous records and histories.
Backstory and Powers: While seeing all that would be the Puzzled Prophetess saw the collapse of a millennium old empire by the storm caused by the flap of a single butterfly's wings. Knowing this to be a metaphor, she ignored it, and the afterwind of a grand storm gently ruffled her
hair.
Though they can no longer recall it, when writing down the cause of the grand storm that felled an empire, the Amnesiac Archivist miswrote of the storm-butterfly resting on a buttercup "divine" rather than "divan". Since everything the Archivist writes is true by definition, from one of the faces of the Crazed Chronicler sprouted a sublimely divine golden buttercup attended by a storm of ominous butterflies, thus retroactively existed the Butterfly Buttercup.
Initial Bonus: An additional Proof of Divinity.
Physical Description: An old looking brow humanoid figure made of wood, on their back and hands they carry gardening tools made of wood and a golden twig
Personality: Patient and nourishing, but decisive and violent in the presence of rot
Backstory and Powers: One of those born from the divine tree to care for it, spend eternities caring and nourishing it, from that they learned to recognize and remove rot and decay and how to allow the healthy part grow, as the tree slowed it growth nearing the edge of the world, Bartatam took a twig from it to plant and grow another one in a new world
Initial Bonus: Choose one bonus to start the game with.
- An additional Proof of Divinity, the golden twig of the divine tree
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Topic: Divine Hosts: Titans of Recreation (OOC) (Read 2176 times)