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Mythologies have for centuries been around giving way to legends and beliefs. Greek, Norse, etc. We've heard of them all. But when the words of a lone fisherman give way to new legends, a new mythology is discovered. Apocryphal Mythology. The news spread fast, and soon, it's beliefs were used and praised all over the world. But soon, just like the rest, it fell quiet. Though most know of the mythology, it's beliefs were worshipped by few just as Norse and Greek.
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Apocryphal Mythology is a belief rooting from both Greek and Norse Mythology. The god of success, power, and leadership is Krotin, much like Zeus, he rules over the rest. Krotin has two sons and two daughters. His eldest is Boldar, god of Strength and Humbleness. His second eldest is Malice, god of trickery and intellect. Krotin is courted to Lusentia, goddess of fertility and love. There are dozens of gods and goddesses, all ruling over their own category.
In Apocryphal Mythology, the gods live in the realm Joseim. There are six realms; Orgard (Earth), Joseim (Home of Gods), Fernund (Realm of evil), Narheim (Realm of good), Halvana (Realm of the Honorable dead), and Darheim (Realm of Dead evil).
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Orgard is self explanatory. Earth.
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Joseim is the realm of Gods. To enter Joseim, you must be accepted by the gate keeper, Jarva. He is ordered by Krotin to keep the gates shut unless told by Krotin otherwise. The gates are a large portal powered by lunar light that can charge enough power to break the barriers between realms and allow beings to pass. Upon entering Joseim, you will pass the gates and Jarva who might eye you suspiciously. You will travel down a large, golden staircase that leads down to a bridge that crosses over a large, descending waterfall on one side and a large lake on the other. The bridge is made of solid magic, making it illuminate with each step, though crossing it can take some time. So, to summon a carriage or steed, you must stomp upon the bridge, sending a wave of energy down it's length to the stable master, Gersund who will send one immediately. After riding down the bridge, you will come upon a Large gateway with intricate details carved within it's copper depths. Behind those gates are a large, brick and gold palace. Houses and shops lined about on the cobblestone roads. Workers, slaves, cooks, Stablehands, etc. All live here in the village. Towering over the palace upon a large hill with golden stairs leading to it's large, golden gates is the castle. Beyond the gates, is the courtyard, a large, stone yard with foliage lined about in an array of awe inspiring colors. Ahead are a sma set of stairs that lead straight through large, open barriers into the throne room as if almost a balcony with walls on each side. The room is large, open, and filled with merriment as this is where the celebrations are held. It's lined with decor and golden fabrics. Down the middle of the room is a long, red carpet leading up to the raised throne that is occupied by Krotin. On each side of the room are doors leading to different parts of the castle. The kitchen, library, dining hall, meeting hall, chambers, slave quarters, middle courtyard, training room, garden, stables. Joseim holds few creatures, the usual birds and small animals. Each god or goddess has a cherished steed.
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Fernund is the realm of evil. Entering the realm will place you in a random part of the realm. Most of Fernund is dry, cracking volcanic rock with burning air that would scorch mortals within seconds. The creatures and beings inhabiting this realm are known for their poisonous and evil ways. Most of Krotins enemies, if not killed, are banished here. In the midst of the realm, os a deep, demented forest filled with mythical creatures such as evil trolls, snake-like beings, twisted animals. There's even a swamp behind the forest filled with demented creatures.
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Narheim is the realm of good. The realm is filled with grassland, luscious forests, lakes, river, and mountains. Creatures such as friendly trolls, griffins, herds of pegasus, and even a few unicorns, small creatures and sweet beings.
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Halvana is the realm of good dead. It's practically impossible to visit this realm unless dead. It is rumored to be the most beautiful and awe inspiring of the realms. This is where Joseim's dead warriors go.
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Darheim is the realm of the evil dead. This is where killed enemies and evil beings or creatures go. Gaze at it as purgatory for this mythology. Once again, nearly impossible to visit.
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Known Gods, Family Trees, &Ranks
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Krotin
King of Gods
Courted to Lusentia
Father to Bolder, Malice, ____, Fortuna
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Lusentia
Goddess of Fertility and Love
Courted to Krotin
Mother of Bolder, Malice, ____, Fortuna
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Bolder
God of Strength and Humbleness
Courted to Alanara
Father of Kreios
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Malice
God of Trickery and Intellect
Courted to No one
Father of none
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Fortuna
Goddess of Agility and Nature
Courted to None
Mother of None
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Kaos
God of Chaos and Thievery
Courted to None
Father of None
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Fortuna
Take every chance, drop every fear.
Age
Appears 19, is truly 119. (I would like her to be the youngest if you don't mind.)
God/Goddess of
Agility and nature.
Family
Father; Krotin.
Mother; Lusentia.
Brothers; Malice and Bolder.
Sister; -
History
Being the youngest of the bunch, Fortuna received less attention than her oldest brother, but more than Malice. Fortuna would frequently help her mother with gardening and growing herbs. This led her to be quite attached to nature, being in the gardens for a long amount of time quite often, or scouting out in the wilderness for plants she has never seen before. This ended up giving Fortuna a very special bond with all things natural, hence what she is a goddess of. As for her fighting skills, Krotin taught her to attack with long range weapons, instead of melee weapons. This decision caused Fortuna to be rather agile and flexible. She would jump from large distances, was very good at flips of all sorts and had good stamina. The odds were in Fortuna's favor when she became on of the most agile and flexible woman in the realm. She became the goddess of agility. Overall, Fortuna has always been a well behaved child, and has no envy for any of her siblings. As she treats them all equal and kindly. But she does feel rather bad for Malice and his lack of attention from their parents.
Personality
Fortuna is a kind and sweet young woman, who will willingly help anyone who is in need of it. She does prefer peace over war, unlike a few people. Having no known enemies, she is always quite content of the way she lives. Fortuna is quiet and likes to be alone most of the time, with nature. She is shy and the slightest bit of a loner, and will always attempt to sneak off to the wilderness.
Habits
-Fortuna likes to isolate her self in the woods or forests.
-Loves to read, mostly educational books.
-Also loves to draw the nature or other people she is fond of.
-Target practice is one of her favorite time spenders.
Weapon of choice
A bow and arrow.
Description
Fortuna is a tall and slim woman, who has a pastel green eye color. Her hair color is a caramel-brown sort of color. When the rare occasion that Fortuna does wear armor, it is a snow white and trimmed with gold. A simple and plain fashion to her armor.(Gah, sorry for no picture of armor.)
Other
Fortuna's powers are of nature and the earth, her agility powers are only heightened speed and raised jumping skill, etc.
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Kaos
"There's no such thing as 'No misfortunes in a life'."
Age
Looks 19, actual age is 120
God/Goddess of
God of Chaos and Thievery
Family
Sutek
Mother | Deceased
Gawon
Father | Missing
Vral
Older Brother | Lives with Kaos
History
Kaos was born in a fairly poor family, along with his older brother, Vral, who he got along very well with. Both their parents were slaves, and the family barely had enough to eat each day. As a result, whenever their parents would be working and Vral was doing something else, Kaos would sneak out and visit the market\shops, using his own sly tactics to steal food at a young age. Then he would return home and lie that he had worked hard for somebody and earned the food. This continued on, and from then onwards he started to steal more than just food - money, precious antiques, weapons, books, etc. However, he couldn't always evade his family's questions, and they found out that he had been stealing. Obviously he was told to stop, but Kaos was born stubborn, and he continued, reasoning with himself that it was for his family's sake. And there, was born the god of thievery.
Along his hard life, he managed to find a good pastime - a book he had stolen caught his eye, for it was about black magic. Being too young and not having heard of it, he began to follow and practice the dark art out of curiosity, all done in secret. His young mind was consumed by it and thus, Kaos wielded this strange weapon well. He started using Black magic to help him steal, and sometimes even managed to nearly kill his victim in his experiments. Despite that, he never stopped. He was quickly known as the 'Zanci Isela', a dark shadow that roamed the streets and stole mercilessly, all the while said to be possessed by an evil spirit.
Despite his efforts to save his family, his mother eventually fell ill. Kaos, of course, tried to save her, but she refused to accept the stolen medicine, and eventually died overnight. After her funeral, Kaos had thrown a horrible 'tantrum' - or rather, his magic had, destroying his room and nearly even his brother when he tried to calm the younger down. [Kaos managed to calm down after seeing his brother bloodied and injured in the corner of the room. He profusely apologized and took care of him while he healed.]
Afterwards, their father went to work and never returned.
As they grew, Kaos and Vral only had each other, and the younger managed to goad his brother into following him for his little 'trips' of stealing around town. Vral didn't want to at first because he thought it was a dishonest and horrible crime, but he continued to follow to get his brother out of trouble and defend him if need be. Soon, the two became partners in crime - Kaos robbing and finding a way out before getting caught, Vral protecting and attacking the victim if he had to.
But even as they worked together, they didn't agree over almost anything and they strayed apart. They argued more than they talked, and those arguements would always turn into violent, all out-fights.
Personality
Usually sassy, Sarcastic, sly, manipulative, stubborn, rude and cruel. He is intelligent and creative, and is quite good with words, twisting and shifting them to trick others. Overall, he is usually calm and prefers to talk things out, but when he is angered he can also be violent, abruptly lashing out with his magic or even his fists. [This, however, is slightly different with Vral. He's always violent when he fights with his older brother.] Can be annoying at times.
Despite this, Kaos is really just a curious, attention-seeking cat, and can be protective as well as loving, believe it or not. The only people who's ever seen this side of him is his older brother and his parents.
Habits
-Of course, he enjoys stealing and causing chaos.
-Loves sitting outside and carving runes/practicing his black magic.
-For some reason, he'll abruptly start to clean and sharpen his daggers randomly.
-Spends most of his day on the roof of his house or even other people's roofs.
-He loves the rain and snow, and can be seen roaming about in bad weather.
Weapon of Choice
Black magic, but sometimes it's throwing daggers.
Description
Kaos looks fairly young, A little tall for his age. His figure is not deathly thin but more of a lean one, and his complexion is pretty pale. Built more for speed and agility than strength. Unlike the picture, his eyes are a dark green, and his hair is fully black. It's shoulder length, and usually messy at the top, but as it reaches his shoulders it straightens and curls slightly against his long neck.
Kaos usually wears a black and grey long coat, accompanied by a black cloak with a large hood upon his shoulders. His coat is opened to reveal a simple black, loose shirt and dark grey trousers decorated with a little silver, followed by a belt with several weapon-holders and dark silver boots, with the imprints of a snake in the leather. On his belt hangs a simple piece of dark red cloth, and if you look closely there's a lion symbol in the middle. Lastly, there's a half-tucked in necklace holding four gems - a ruby, an emerald, a sapphire and an albite gem.
His expressions are usually impassive, or they hold a devious, evil smirk. He has a crooked scar running from his cheek to the base of his neck.
Others
-He mostly fights with daggers or staffs, but otherwise his black magic is more focused on illusions. It also includes telekinesis and conjuring inanimate objects, but he can't do teleportation, telepathy, flight, etc.
-Like the one on his belt, his older brother holds a green cloth, but now with the symbol of a snake rather than a lion.
-Though he likes rain and cloudy skies, he's afraid of lightning and thunderstorms.
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Alanara
War does not determine who is right - only who is left.
Age
She appears to be 23, but her actual age is 124
God/Goddess of
War and Beauty
Family
Bolder-Partner/Living
Florina- Mother/Deceased
Amulius-Father/Living
Kreios-Son/Not yet Born
History
Alanara was born to Florina and Amulius in the Josiem Realm. Her mother shortly passed away after giving birth to her, her father never blamed Alanara, but does blame herself. Amulius did his best to raise his daughter all the while trying to keep them both fed and living comfortably. Due to her father always out doing odd jobs she was often left home alone and sometimes got herself into a little trouble when she left the house to go explore. But as she got older she mature and began helping her father and helping the others around her. When she turned 14 she began to train in sword fighting and hand to hand combat. She continued this training until she became one of the best. Alanara is currently not participating in any battles or missions due to her pregnancy, she is expecting to give birth any day now.
Personality
?Intelligent
?Fierce
?Protective
?Loving
?Loyal
?Compulsive
?Predictable
Habits
?Nail biting
?Being too nice, sometimes being too harsh
?Cleaning her armor and sharpening her sword, this is due to not being able to use them.
Weapon of choice
She is normally seen battling with her sword, which is crafted out of unbreakable steel.
Description
Alanara has pale blonde hair that matches perfectly to her fair skin. Both of her eyes are a different color; her right eye is a pale green while her left is is a enchanting blue. She has a slender figure but she does have decent muscle tone. When she is not wearing her armor she is seen wearing comfortable dresses.
ArmorOther
Nothing at the moment
(Sorry for the bad history X.X I had trouble with this one.)
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The sound of the merry palace carried on for miles outside of it's limits. The one sound louder than this? The clattering hooves of the small group of steeds that galloped through the cobbled streets. The riders cantered through the palace, slowing to a trot as the gates to the golden castle opened for them. The decorated courtyard cheered with merry, welcoming gods and goddesses, eager to greet their loved ones that returned. The journey was long, and practically pointless. Though they found nothing, they searched long and hard, returning home after weeks away felt like bliss. Two horses in particular walked close by one another in the front of the group. A god dressed in black and gold armor, next to a god in green and gold. "Ahh, brother. Looked at them, cheering for our return. Brings a smile to my face to know we are wanted.", Bolder beamed his brutish grin, waving his large hands about at the citizens they passed. "Yes, well a leaf could bring a smile to your face.", Malice muttered in return, his eyes boredly scanning the crowds. Bolder rolled his eyes at Malice's comment, pushing him playfully, "Ah. Don't be so prude Brother! We are alive, all is well." Malice frowned towards his brother, shifting his arm uncomfortably. "Let us get this over with.", Malice gritted his teeth as the group pulled their steeds to a halt, sliding effortlessly off of them to climb the golden stairs into the throne room, where the crowds continued to grow. Krotin sat within his throne, his lips parted in a grin as the group came to a stop before his throne. "My sons, my warriors. You have returned. Though it was a failed mission, we fight nonetheless. Let us rejoice! Rest, eat, for tonight we will celebrate in merriment. Meet here at sunfall for a welcoming celebration, my citizens.", Krotin stood from his seat, holding out his arms broadly. Bolder smiled his father's way, before turning on his heels to eye the cheering crowd. His brown optics searched for the familiar face of his wife. "Brother, do you spot Alanara?" Malice raised a careless brow, "And I would search for your wife why? Has she grown tired of you finally?" Bolder ignored his brother's remarks as he continued searching for his wife.
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Kaos sighed, humming a small melody to himself as he sat on the hard, rocky roof of his own house, an elbow propped up on his raised knees as a long-fingered hand gently massaged a large bruise on his cheek, one overcrossing the faint scar running down his neck. Yesterday wasn't quite a perfect night.., He smirked to himself, green eyes flickering up to a noisy commotion somewhere far off, quite a distance away, but it would take a fool to not hear all that noise. He stared at the faraway crowd for a moment, before realizing what happened. The search party had returned from whatever their quest was - He may be living in a lowly part, but that 'lowly part' seemed to love spreading rumors about. He raised a brow and continued staring for a while longer before a loud noise beside him caught his attention. However, he continued staring at the crowd without actually focusing, because he knew who had just opened the hatch leading to the roof, and wasn't quite in the mood to talk to him. There was an idea to just blast him off the roof, though...
Kaos let his fingers trail down his scar as he listened to his brother shutting the hatch before he heard and nearly felt the large steps coming over to him, before the owner of those steps finally sat down next to him. The blonde older let out a sigh, staring at the same place the younger was staring, and only spoke after a moment. "The search party returned, I see." Vral muttered, ignoring his brother's eyeroll at his attempt to start a conversation. In the end, after a long silence, Vral fully turned to Kaos. "Come on, yesterday night was normal. At least none of us was thrown out the window." The older muttered, gently grabbing the younger's chin and turning his head so that he could see the bruise more clearly.
Kaos snorted with amusement, but allowed Vral to stroke a calloused thumb over the bruise for a moment longer before jerking his head out of his brother's grip, green eyes still not looking at the older. Finally, he spoke, voice silky and smooth and dripping with venom. "You have your own bruise on your side. I saw where and how hard I hit, Vral." He sighed before finally relenting and turning to the older sibling, a finger pushing directly on a spot near his ribs, earning a sharp jolt of pain from Vral.
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Alanara
Alanara gently nudged her way through the rapidly growing crowd "Excuse me..Excuse me.." she said politely, her soft voice was barely audible over the laughter in the room. But people seemed to get the message and made a path for her that led right to Bolder. She stood behind him and attempted to make her long wavy hair look presentable, but failed. She sighed then gently tapped his Shoulder "I am so glad you are back, my dear." she said with a bright toothed smile before embracing him. It was an awkward hug since her belly kept them apart, but she didn't mind at all. Alanara looked down, her white dress with silver intricate embroideries went along her chest and at the bottom of the dress. She placed a hand on her stomach "We both missed you very much." she grinned as a she felt a alight nudge "He is very excited." Their son, Kreios, was expected any day now. Her eyes trailed over to Malice "I'm glad to see you here as well." She and Malice weren't close, but he was family, and he should be treated as such. Alanara took a small step back "How was your trip?" Alanara winced as a sharp pain ripped through her abdomen, her hand quickly went to her stomach. She could feel her unborn child moving around, then the pain subsided. She brushed it off and looked around the room once more.
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Fortuna stood stiffly in the beautifully trimmed courtyard, she clapped with joy and shouted with pride at the return of the search party, including her brothers. Their steeds trotting very formally and neat, the riders atop either eying the crowd or giving joyous waves. A beaming smile was cast across her pale face, her pastel eyes shining brightly. The brave jouney the group took was to investigate recent hacks from Fernund, the efforts were pointless as they found nothing of any use. Fortuna quickly stepped off from the gathered crowd to make her way to the throne room, Krotin would be addressing the party there. Her feet brought her as quickly as she could, arriving at the perfect time, the beginning of the pride-filled speech. Once the words were over, she made her way to the center to greet her brothers, give them a friendly welcome home. Her long silver dress with flower patterns trailed oddly behind her, requiring her to lift it to prevent the dress from getting stomped on. Fortuna nudged her way through the crowd giving frequent 'sorry' to anyone she bumped into, while politely greeting all she encountered. Her nudged and words soon brought her to the center of the gold trimmed room where each of her family stood, Bolder, Alanara and Malice. Fortuna stepped over to Malice as he seemed to be free of conversation. She spoke in her soft voice to her brother, "Welcome home, Malice. It's absolutely delightful to have you back! Did you enjoy going?" She gave her usual cheery smile at him, knowing a hug would be complete rejected by Malice.
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Bolder's eyes widened at the sight of his glorious wife. His large arms embraced her, his face shoved into the crook of her neck. Malice shifted uncomfortably at the sight of affection, his crystal optics focusing in on the approaching figure. "Fortuna.", Malice greeted, eyeing his sister as she spoke to him, "It's a pleasure to see you." Bolder turned, smiling his sister's way, "Fortuna, I hope you behaved yourself." His arm wrapped protectively over his wife as she tensed up at her stomach. "You fair well?", Bolder whispered to her, "How is our son?" Malice raised a brow as Bolder spoke to their sister, "Bolder, our sister is far capable of handling her own." Bolder rolled his eyes at Malice's reply. "The trip was vile and the realm was horrid.", he finished to Fortuna.
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Alazne
I'm a dreamer. I have to dream and reach for the stars, because even if I miss; I'll land amongst them."
Age
Physically 20, truly currently 120 years old.
God/Goddess of
Stars and dreams.
Family
Mother~ Goddess of the Future
Father~ God of the Sun
She has no brothers or sisters
History
Before she was born, Alazne's mother had been told she was not able to become with child, so when a baby girl arrived, she was given the name 'Alazne' (pronounced Al-ah- zin), meaning 'miracle'. Having no brothers or sisters, Alazne soon grew used to spending her time alone. The time she spent with her father was usually spent outside, learning all about the stars, she immediately felt a bond with the heavens and soon became the Goddess of the Stars. Her mother began to teach her all about how dreams influenced people's future, and how when people make a wish, they will look to the stars. Alazne then began to receive prayers regarding people's hopes and dreams and she became Goddess of dreams and stars. She had been brought up in a wealthy family, so is very close with the 'royal family' and even has a small liking towards Malice, but makes sure to hide it very well.
Personality
Shy yet sweet, this girl is quite likeable when it comes to first impressions. She is brought up to be polite and only to speak when spoken to. She does tend to daydream, but what is held inside her mind holds many wonders. She is very intelligent, but in her own quiet little way. She likes to think outside of the box, knowing a little about everything, but only snatchets of information on things she doesn't find necessary. Ally is often found sitting under the stars at night and is her most open during these times. Underneath her self-preservation, she is optimistic and likes to laugh, a sweet sound that would make one's heart melt. She can surprise people with some cheeky comment here and there, and she is humorous in her own innocent way. Ally's bad side, however, is very dangerous. She has the power to completely ruin one's life, but it has never happened before and the situation must be extreme for her to unleash her power to its full potential. She isn't one to make enemies, but becomes hostile and cold to those she dislikes. For disliking anyone, her reason is almost always justified as she is a firm peace-keeper.
Habits
~ Staying up until early hours to stargaze
~ Loves to sing, she has a beautiful voice
~ Likes to swim, preferably in rivers.
Weapon of choice
A long sharp dagger, has the sharpest blade in Joseim(ifthatsokay). She also has a bow and arrow for long-range fighting.
Description
Long, ash-blonde hair frames her pale face. Most of the time her hair is what one would see as normal, but when she is angry or in times of deep emotion, her hair gives out an unusual glow, just like the stars. She is almost always seen with her head piece, said to have been made out of a star's tear. Ally has icy blue eyes and a flawless, almost-white complexion. She is quite tall and very slim, but also slightly curvy in the right places. She does not wear armour, but whenever she is fighting she will wear a long black hooded cloak that makes her almost unrecognisable with her white dress.
Other
Ally does not dare to test her powers. She knows that they consist of cursing one's dreams so that they can never be fulfilled. She does know that her power can be altered for good, but she has no one to test it on and wouldn't cause that pain to anyone.
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Kaos smirked lightly when Vral cursed under this breath while pushing his hand away. Two brothers who were equally as stubborn was tiring, indeed. The younger sighed, shaking his head as he got up to his feet, pale hands brushing off the dirt that had gathered on his lap as he looked back at Vral. "Going off to steal." He muttered, waiting for a moment for the older to answer his hidden question. When Vral shook his head, Kaos simply shrugged and muttered a 'suit yourself', before shooting the crowd a quick glance of curiosity. Maybe he should visit... There was plenty of things to do there, anyway. He hummed to himself a moment before turning on his heels, facing the left.
With that, he began to leap from his roof to another roof - It wasn't that hard in this small part of the palace, the houses were all fixed closely together, and the roofs were absurdly large. He continued the same action again, yet all the while his green eyes scanned the nearly empty road below - it usually would've been bustling with people, but apparently not, because of the search party returning. It was sad, he had nobody to pickpocket on. Frowning slightly, he turned and made his way to the towering castle, simultaneously pulling up his black hood over his face. Of course, not the whole of Joseim knows him, but if anybody who did know him managed to recognize him... Well, that would end in chaos. Watching chaos being wrecked on others is enjoyable, but chaos being turned on you wasn't good. Unless you were able to get out of it, then it would be entertaining.
He raised a hand, palm facing up and mumbled foreign words, so quick that it was merely letters being piled on top of each other. Soon enough, though, a black mist erupted from the center of his palm, quickly and gracefully curling around his fingers like roots clinging onto soil before encasing his body. For a moment, to anybody who would've seen it, his body seemed to flash and shake for a second before the black mist dissipated. From under his hood, his appearance had changed slightly - His hair was shorter, face shape changing slightly, his hollow cheeks disappearing, skin less pale like a sick child and more like a healthy man who had enough to eat. The only thing that stayed the same was his clothes and his absurdly green eyes.
(By the way, is any god/goddess allowed into the castle? o3o)
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Alanara
She quickly folded the letter and held it in her right hand "I'm afraid I must depart for the time being." she aid rapidly, her eyes darting from person to person. She looked at Bolder "I'll be back shortly." she gave him a kiss then walked towards the main doors of the large palace. Alanara didn't feel like she had time to explain the situation to her husband or his brother and sister , she will when she gets back. Alanara quickly walked to the stables to speak to Gersund, the stable master. The smell of fresh hay and horses hung in the air like a heavy fog, but it didn't bother her "Mister Gersund?" she called as she peered into the stables. A tall burly man appeared, his light hair hung down in a heap "How may I be of assistance?" She explained to him that she would need a carriage to get t her father's home "Ah, yes! One moment." He quickly jogged away to another part of the stable where she could hear him speaking to another stable hand. A few minutes passed when a small frail boy appeared, his blonde hair was also tangled due to all the work "I will take you to your destination." he peeped as he led her to a small carriage. The carriage was small and made of a beautiful dark wood, she couldn't name the type. It's wheels had a shining silver lining that also went around the carriage itself. The horse was a jumpy mare named Valeria, she had a white coat as well as a white mane and tail. The boy helped her into the carriage before taking his place at the driver's seat. On the way to her father's they passed many people, but one stood out from the rest. A man wearing a black hood, piercing green eyes mesmerized her for a brief moment, then he was out of her view.
Finally, they arrived at her father's medium sized house. The house was made out of a silver stone the looked bright under the sun. The roof was crafted out of a light colored wood, the wood also framed the windows and the door. "I will be back out soon." she said to the boy who just nodded at her. As she walked up to the door many memories flooded into her head at once, many of them were happy ones. Alanara softly pushed open the wooden door then stepped in, closing it behind her. Inside the house was dark, only lit by some candles. She walked past the table and chairs and made her way to her father's room, where her uncle was seated at his bedside "Oh Alanara!" her uncle said quietly as he got up and hugged her "I'm so glad you were able to make it." Alanara smiled "I came as soon as I could." He guided her to the chair he was just sitting in "How is he?"she whispered "He is very ill..I don't know how long he can keep holding on." She felt a tug at her heart "How long has he been sleeping?" her uncle hesitated for a moment, as if he were trying to think "Just since yesterday afternoon." Alanara knew the day would come when her father wouldn't be by her side anymore, but she didn't think it would be so soon. She held his wrinkled hand in her's, his hands were so large compared to hers "I'll give you a moment.." Alanara felt a warm tear roll down her cheek as she looked at his frail form. She could feel the life slowly draining from his body as she held his hand. It was slowly going limp but it still held his warmth "Remember that time you took me to the river to catch my first fish?" she smiled at the warm memory. She wished she had brought Bolder with her, her father had liked him quite a bit. Alanara kissed his hand "I will miss you." she said softly, before feeling the warmth leave his hand.
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Zyandria
"May the voices of the forest be your guide."
Age: Appears around 25 (In actuality, she is close to 150)
Goddess of: the Forests
Family:
- Lord Drauken - Ex Husband
- Azarath - Eldest son
- Laris - Youngest son
History: Once a woman of high prestige, Zyandria ruled over the vasts forests, protecting the entities in its barricade. She was revered as a very kind and tempered soul, though that all seemed to change when an unknown stranger came her way. She almost immediately had an attraction for the man and seemed too infatuated by him to realize the horrors of what he was making her do. He has charmed her into doing his bidding without question as a mindless slave, her having no idea that the man himself was a sort of god. Zyandria conceived several children with the man. When they grew to the age of understanding the situation, her youngest son, Laris, managed to break the seal that was placed on her as she returned to normal. Outraged by this, the god made attempts on her and her children's life. Some unfortunately succeeded. The only ones who were left was the youngest who had freed her since Zyandria stubbornly protected him and Azarath, though he was taken back with the corrupted god after the incident.
Personality: Zyandria has become somewhat of a rugged soul. She is very cautious and untrusting towards strangers. It is very hard to tell what she is thinking much of the time since she retracted her open book nature.
Habits:
- She will become nervous around the opposite gender.
- Despite living in the forest, she is a neat freak and will lecture those who don't rise up to her standards.
- Most of her sentences will end with a small playful chuckle.
Weapon of choice: She uses a long vine intertwined spear in combat paired with a short dagger.
Description: She is around 5' 11'' and has a fairly lean figure with lightly bronzed skin, a few freckles here and there on her. Her eyes are deep forest jade tone with a little more than shoulder length straight mahogany locks. Her clothing is made from tanned leather and even some of the forest life itself.
Other: None
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Azarath
"Don't give me that stare. It should be apparent that I have no regard for sanity. After all, that would be quite boring."
Age: Appears 18 (Around 75)
God of: Madness and Vengeance
Family:
- Lord Drauken - Father
- Zyandria - Mother
- Laris - Younger Brother
History: He was taken from his mother at a fairly young age, going through quite some emotional turmoil. His father, Drauken, disciplined the boy anytime he would show signs of weakness, positive emotions and even happiness. He has been trained almost daily for the rough life of war and acts merciless in his tactics. Azarath lives on his own now, though still is heavily influenced by his father and has bitter resentment towards his mother, after being fed lie upon lie about her.
Personality: He is considered, dark, sadistic, insane and manic by others. Azarath has his father's personality forced upon himself so he does show traits of being silver tongued, cocky, particularly rude and sarcastic.
Habits:
- He might ramble nonsense to himself out loud once in a while if he's frustrated.
- He acts very flirtatious with other girls though quite bitter to other guys, normally very competitive.
Weapon of choice: He uses a set of chains for most combat he is in to snare his foes and even to lash the sharp ends at them.
Description: He is around 6" even and has a pale complexion and the same sleek obsidian hair as his father. Azarath's eyes are an unusual blood orange, almost red. He often wears a hooded cloak or jacket to shade out the top half of his face and dark jeans and boots for his lower half.
Other: None
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Alazne
"Do hurry up, dear. We are terribly late." A soft yet stern voice came from outside the young Goddess' front door. She took one last glance towards the mirror, tucking a loose strand of her hair behind her ear and fixing her headpiece. In a short amount of time, she was closing the door behind her and avoiding her mother's impatient gaze. She was wearing her light blue dress for the special occasion as instructed by her mother. "You really must stop this dreadful fussing. It wastes precious time." Alazne resisted the temptation of rolling her eyes and murmured a quick apology with her blue eyes trained on the ground. She was hardly surprised that it was just her mother that had come to accompany her to the throne room, her father was almost always out working. They started the short journey to the palace, their footsteps brisk and graceful.
As the pair opened the door to the throne room, Krotin was at the conclusion of her speech and Alazne received a sharp elbow to the ribs from her mother. Her cheeks flushing slightly darker at their tardiness, Alazne scanned the room for any sign of the 'royal family'. Her mother was already in deep conversation with some other Gods and Goddesses and barely glanced her daughter's way as she excused herself. Weaving in and out of people greeting each other with either heart-filled or awkward embraces, she shot multiple smiles towards those she knew.
After a few minutes of tripping on the hems of women's dresses or accidentally nudging some God with her shoulder, Alazne finally reached the center of the room to greet Bolder, Malice and Fortuna. A welcoming smile formed on her face as her gaze drifted over the familiar faces. "It is wonderful to have you back. We have missed you both very dearly." Her voice was quiet but clear, as always, as she directed the welcome towards the brothers.
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Zyandria
The woman was perched in the safety of one of the extending limbs of a great conifer. Her bright gaze pierced through the chartreuse leave clusters in front of her as she surveyed the forest lands below. A simple sigh escaped her lips as she crossed her arms, her mind in bewilderment. On quiet evenings such as this, she often recollected the past when she wasn't occupied. It always left a bitter taste in her mouth even pondering about it and left her uneasily trembling for a moment. Zyandria has jumped a bit when she soon saw a hooded figure traversing below her and bit her lip. Though she was at ease again when she soon recognized the voice, "I have returned mother." With one swift motion, the woman twirled off the branch and fell below in front of him with much grace. Her opticals quickly scanned him as she stepped forward and hugged him tightly, "Thank Krotin you are still well." The younger man blinked though pushed away from her, feeling embarrassed by the embrace and chuckled, "Why wouldn't I be? It's not like I'm some infant you know." "Though you still have a child's likeness, Laris. You act too oblivious and accepting to the world around you when its filled with much corruption," Zyandria smiled at him lovingly, teasing him by playing with his auburn hair, "Besides, compared to most gods, you are still a child." Laris crossed his arms protesting quietly, "I'm 55... I just look young." Zyandria laughed lightly before gazing back at the livid sky above her. Her smile slowly dimmed before she glanced over at him and asked, "Any word of your brother or... him?"
"If you mean father, then no. He has been quiet for months now," He replied to her relief, though the next portion made her a bit on edge, "As for my brother, I've heard terrible rumors about him lately. You know even if I did see him, I wouldn't dare go close to him. I'm quite certain that he would have some sort of psychotic breakdown, following with an attempt to take my life." Zyandria moved her gaze to the forest floor, clenching one of her hands tightly into a fist, "If only that day, I were able to help him as I did you. Though I was too panicked to think. It's my fault he's like that." "It is not. It's father's. Hes the one that corrupted him beyond your control. I swear one of these days, I'll be able to muster the strength to take him down permanently for what he did." The woman glanced at him sadly for a moment before forcing a small smile at what he said. Ever since that day, her son had been extremely protective over her, even though she felt it should be the other way around. Though still, his determination seemed much greater than her already high sense of it when it came to such a thing. Zyandria placed her hand softly on his shoulder saying lightly, "You should really get some rest young one. I will meet you later. I have a few errands to run." Laris turned to her, about to ask what she meant, but before he could, she had vanished into the shadows of the forest.
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Azarath
Between the city streets of the realm of Orgard, many of the cities alleyways had erupted in chaos, leaving many people to fearing to even step outside their houses. One of the most prominent outbreaks was outside one of the local bars. Several men had begun to brawl violently, seemingly out of drunken rage at each other, though this was not necessarily the case. It had been spurred by their specter who remained anonymous in the shadows, observing the scene from above on one of the roofs of the towering structures above. His eyes flared an odd deep red every once in a while as the man watched, seeming entrance by such violence. He had continued to observe until only two of the nearly twenty men were left standing and grimaced seeing their aggression towards one another stop. "No no no. That won't do..." A devious smirk crossed his face as he merely had to snap his fingers to make the mortals below him become enraged again and continuing to brutally bash each other with whatever they could find. He crossed his legs and leaned back satisfied now. If only it was that easy to do so to other gods. I would abuse the hell out of it. Azarath grinned a bit though his thought was broken by the sound of sirens in the distance. He grimaced and scoffed, "Wonderful... They would ruin all the fun." The man stood rather quickly and took off, slipping away from the scene completely before he was caught.
Not too soon after, Azarath returned to Joiseim. He had normally snuck away even under the king of god's rules to have some 'Innocent fun' as he called it. The man had never got caught the past few times he did so. He truly believed that no one knew this time as well, though this was proven wrong as he encountered an enraged voice, "Azarath! Where the hell have you been??" He turned back to meet a much elder appearing man, glaring him down with dull gray eyes. The similarities between the two were almost clear as day. He glanced at the man murmuring, "No where father. I was simply taking a walk." Drauken's gaze hardened on him as he reached a stern hand, grabbing his arm and flipping it over, spotting a few crimson dots on his hand and barked, "What kind of walk gives you blood on your hand??" His father holds his head in distress snapping harshly, "What have I told you about this?" "Krotin didn't see me though. Besides, I didn't necessarily do anything wrong" Azarath replied simply. "He will one of these times. And what is he going to say when he finds out you've been away stirring chaos like this? Are you honestly trying to get banished??" His father nearly snarled at him though it didn't change his uncaring attitude, "It doesn't sound like such a bad a place though." His eyes narrow on Azarath as he murmurs, "Just cool it alright? If anyone suspects anything, it will be my head as well as yours." Azarath rolled his eyes smirking, "Yea yea alright." He placed his hands in his pockets and murmurs, "So you just came out here to lecture me huh?" "Oh please. No. That was just a bonus. I need you back at my place tonight. I'll tell you about it there," his father murmured before turning to walk away. The man rolled his eyes again, "Whatever you say old man." He shrugged and proceeded onwards towards where he knew others usually were. If he couldn't have his fun in the human world, then why not try to do so here instead?
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Bolder watched in disappointment as his wife gave him a quick peck, before turning on her heels and disappearing in the crowd. Avoiding Malice's fascinated gaze, Bolder glanced towards the floor. "Seems your brutish affection has scared her off." Bolder allowed a heavy exhale to slip out of his chest as Malice spoke. "Do have nothing better to do?" Bolder turned to gaze over his shoulder at his younger brother, who tossed him an amused smirk, "My chamber maid, perhaps." Bolder frowned deeply at his brother's words just as a familiar figure approached.
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"Alazne. I hope you've faired well.", Bolder greeted. Malice's chin raised instinctively, it was a habit he couldn't break. When someone approached him he felt the need to gaze down his nose at them, but once his crystallized gaze met Alazne's he softened his gaze. The girl was a friend, or at the least not an enemy. "Brother, I do believe I see a convulsing lunatic begging your pardon." Bolder turned on his heels, his eyes landing on Stakyr, a close friend, who waved his arms about over the crowd. Bolder raised a hand in parting, and quickly slipped away. Malice's eyes rested back upon the girl. He wasn't one to aim towards a one on one conversation with any being, but he had come to find when given the opportunity, speaking to Alazne wasn't particularly sour. He even found teasing her a tad amusing, though his teases and remarks would unnerve most, Alazne seemed to hold her own. Malice found her to be one of the few none frustrating beings in Joseim, the other being his sister, Fortuna. He amused himself in playfully claiming Alazne, or simply teasing her in flirtations. As far as he was concerned, she thought of them as playful as well. "You look fair. I'm sure you've missed me.", Malice paused, raising a brow in thought, "Of course you did. No one can read you quite like I can, dear girl. Tell me, any other men attempted to steal what is mine?"
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As the thief slowly came to arrive at the castle, he paused for a second, brows furrowing slightly as his green gaze followed what looked like a carriage, pulled along by a majestic white mare. He managed to study the beautiful woman occupying the seats for a very brief moment before the carriage had disappeared. He could be wrong, but that might've been Alanara, the lucky woman who was Bolder's wife. He pursed his lips, thinking for a second before continuing his journey, his pace picking up, his walk changing into a fast jog, though he made it so that he didn't stand out.
Upon approaching the crowd, he could faintly hear Krotin's speech finally coming to an end(?), but it didn't matter - he wasn't here to listen to some boring old speech. He pulled his hood a little lower down, a light smirk pulling at his lips as he slipped through the mass of people greeting their loved ones, pretending that he, too was looking for some family member or somebody that had just arrived from the search party. If Vral knew he was here, the possessive brute would've freaked out and made a scene of dragging him back home. Kaos flexed his hand, fingers curling into a fist before uncurling again, and with a swift movement he stood behind a person - one who was obviously rich, considering the ridiculous clothes that were peppered with jewels of all sorts, and the gold rings on his fat fingers. It was risky to use his magic in a large crowd such as this, as anybody could detect it - and he wouldn't be able to get rid of whoever found out, as it would surely bring attention. With that, he moved his head to and fro as though trying to see past the bunch of large heads, while a slender finger of his hooked around a brown loop of string hanging precariously out from the man's pocket, and with a final motion pulled against it. At the same time he pretended to stumble forwards from somebody accidentally pushing him from behind, purposefully dropping the bag of heavy coins to the ground. The man had of course turned around - both at feeling something leave his pocket, and at Kaos bumping into him - but the God of thievery and chaos merely apologized, using that faked sincere voice of his, and bent down to retrieve the bag of coins, handing it to the man with a mumbled "You dropped this." The stranger took it with a returned 'Thanks,' while Kaos moved a little to the side so as not to be standing too close.
What wasn't noticed, however, was the fact that when he had bent down to retrieve the dusty bag, he made sure that the long trailing end of his cloak covered up his quick hands while he swapped the bag of coins to a bag of marbles, carefully calculated to feel and weigh just like heavy coins, and even the bag was the same type. The oblivious man didn't bother to check whether that really was his own, to caught up in finding somebody else. It was an old, old trick that he had used when he was a kid, but it worked. His hand played with the new bag - full of money and not marbles - hidden inside his cloak, green eyes glinting with something evil and mischievous. This meant extra food for tonight, then. For both brothers so neither had to have a fight over food, like the beggars they were.
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Alazne
Alazne's smile softened at Bolder's greeting and she nodded in reply. The relatively short period of time of the brother's absence was very average, only tolerable boredom. She reached up a hand to adjust her headpiece, a small habit of hers. She lifted her hand up as a brief wave when Bolder turned to greet another. She then turned her gaze to Malice, her blue eyes meeting his.
A playful smile turned up the Goddess' lips as Malice began his usual flirtatious with her. It was a game they seemed to play most times they would converse, something that would lighten Alazne's mood everyday. Everyone was always so serious in Joseim, speaking of all of this war and dark magic. It was comforting to know that someone else could have an almost-normal conversation without the harsh times of modern day poisoning their words. "I'm sure they did." She paused for effect. "But it depends on what belongs to you in the first place." She raised a perfect eyebrow, her hands clasped in front of her calmly.
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Zyandria
Zyandria has arrived in the heart of Joiseim. Her attention moved over towards the great castle, though it was fairly short lived. As much as she would have loved to attend one of the speeches to clear her thought process, she had other work that must be done. The goddess wandered on, a bit away from the mainstream of the area to a more secluded and shut off part of it. To her, it have a vile presence and that made her shiver and feel sick. Zyandria took in a breath before proceeding on to a surprisingly modern looking establishment, nothing too fancy for a home, but decent enough. As she approached the doorstep, a voice came from a bit of a way behind her, "Well, seeing you here is quite the surprise dear." The forest goddess forced herself to turn slowly and casually to the man that stood behind him with a smug expression. Fear and paranoia was the only thing that ran through her mind, though she forced herself to keep her cool with the man, "Drauken. We need to talk..."
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Alanara
An hour later Kreios was born. He was rather large and had dark brown hair with ash blonde mixed in as well. He had the same eyes as Alanara, except his right eye was a dark brown, his left eye was light blue. He had flawless light caramel toned skin. This child was the most beautiful infant Alanara has ever seen. His small fingers curled around her index finger as she rubbed it along his chin "He is beautiful." she said with a smile as she kissed his forehead. Alanara thought she knew all about love until now, now that she was holding him in her arms she finally knew how much love she could give someone. She loved Bolder but their child was loved more. Kreios jumped when a bang sounded from the door "It must be him." the woman said as she quickly walked over to the wooden double doors.
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Bolder's conversation had little time to flourish as two guards approached. As soon as their words hit his ears, he took off, shoving through the crowd. Bolder's large frame pushed anyone dumb enough to stand in his path, aside as he charged out of the room, and down the halls.
Upon reaching his wife, he was to late. She stood in the doorway, the small child within her grasp. Bolder had little knowledge of how to react, so he did the first thing he knew. He ran a thumb along the child's forehead, pulling a small smile from him. "My Kreios." with a gratifying smile, he stepped aside, glancing over his shoulder to spot a being with a devastated expression. Malice.
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Malice laughed quietly, raising a brow at the girl's words. "I'll have whatever I please." he replied, just as a large figure brushed him whilst running. Malice whirled around to scold, only to be hushed at the sight of his brother charging from the room. With a quick huff, he strolled casually after him, motioning for the girl to follow if she pleased. By the time he reached the room, he saw nothing but Alanara and Bolder towering over something out of view. Standing in the doorway, he raised a brow as his brother stepped aside, revealing the source of affection. A wave of disappointment and anger flushed him. The small prince lay within her arms. Malice hadn't felt so useless since Krotin declared Bolder to take the throne. Now that Kreios was born, Malice had no chance of taking the throne himself. His mouth parted slightly in silence, as he stared at the child with a glossy gaze. But this wasn't the only devastation in the room. Bolder focused his attention on the child, whilst Malice's eyes seemed completely and utterly engrossed in Alanara. How long had he looked at her with such awe? Yes, for no one knew, but Malice had been in love with this being for years. Perhaps it was because she was promised to Bolder, and out of his reach, the only being he truly couldn't have, and he wanted her. Now that the child was born, it brought destruction in it's wake. "Malice, my brother, meet Kreinos. Future king." Malice ignored Bolder's words, strolling mechanically forward, and bowing his head slightly to Alanara, never breaking his hate filled stare. "Malice, you bow to him already?"
"I do not bow to him, I never will let me make that perfectly clear., he snapped, turning his gaze back to Alanara, "I bow to her." and with those words, he turned, exiting the room. He needed a distraction, and Alazne was just the one.
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Alazne
As she parted her soft lips to reply, Malice turned away from Alazne to watch his brother depart in a hurried manner. As she expected, he followed after him but in his usual casual way. She made a few steps to follow but her path was blocked by her mother, smiling fondly at the girl. Although her mother winced every time her daughter would do anything straying from ladylike, she was proud of Alazne's sociable traits which had earned them even more popularity in the kingdom. Her mother was introducing her to a couple whom she didn't recognise. Smiling politely, she tuned out of their conversation and glanced around for any sign of the brothers, but finding none. Where had they gone? What was so important that Bolder would set aside an event perfect for his loveable nature?
A sharp nudge brought her back to reality, she turned back to her mother who's eyes were darting between her and the couple. "I'm sorry, could you repeat that?" She asked smoothly, her head slightly tilted to the left. "Is it true that everyone has a birthstar? A star that was created the night they were born?" The man asked her. It was a question she was asked often, either in prayers or by another God. She nodded her head, "Yes. Some share a star, making them soulmates and they will feel a strong bond if they ever happen to meet." She paused, her face serious. "But if someone does something unforgivable, the star is lost or even destroyed. If someone lives a life of putting others before themselves, the star will be among the brightest of them all. It's my job to give people what they deserve." She glanced quickly at her mother, who almost unnoticeably nodded her head in approval. Alazne turned her blue eyes back to the couple, who were gazing at each other with star-struck expressions. After a brief moment of looking, she noticed that they were, in fact, soulmates. If Alazne looked at someone through her mind, she would be able to figure out what the being's star was and who they were.
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Kaos hummed in thought as his frustrating smirk grew wider, now finally moving away from the crowd to return to the markets and buy whatever he needed and more, if he could. Sharp green eyes focused on the way he had came, gloved hands clenching and unclenching, a nervous habit of his that he loved to do. However, he wasn't sure what he was nervous about - Seemed like nobody had noticed that simple theft, even if it was in a crowd, but yet the young man still had this strange feeling, as if fate would come running back and hurl something bad right at his face again. It had done that many a time, seeing as this was the life he was living now, taking to stealing and lying just to survive instead of living a wise, healthy life like any other God or Goddess.
He snorted in amusement at his own thoughts. Then again, it wasn't like everybody could be that lucky. The ones living around his poor, filthy area weren't. The Mage paused for a moment, green eyes following the two princes who just randomly dashed off, though one was more rushed while the other was calm. He watched quietly, smirk dropping to an impassive face as his thoughts ran wildly before Kaos continued walking, head lowered slightly, green gaze directed to the ground where it would not meet any other's gaze. He absentmindedly ran his tongue over his lips, forcing his mind to think of food, or something luxurious that he could have with this large amount of money.
His thoughts on relaxing halted for a moment, however, when he managed to pass by a small group, sensitive ears picking up a small conversation about stars and soulmates. His eyes momentarily flickered up for a second to see who was speaking, and he saw a woman and a man, accompanied by two other ladies, resembling a mother and a daughter. The one speaking the most about the stars was probably Alazne, his mind provided, the Goddess of Stars and Dreams. He pursed his lips. She may be the ruler of stars, but Kaos didn't believe in them. It was just a foolish and absurd speak about love and kindness, though the Thief couldn't help but think of it at times.
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Hanifa
Discord has met thy match; order reigns supreme.
Age:
200 (Physically, she looks 27)
Goddess of:
Law and Order
Family:
Mother - Xamana (Goddess of Tranquility)
Father - Buzafer (God of Death)
Half-siblings - (Can be anyone; mind you, it'll be only sharing half of the blood from either side)
History:
Hanifa, one of the oldest of the new generation of the deities, was born out of a short lived affair between the two unlikeliest persons. She is considered a "bastard" child yet, for one, she has grand power acting over the balances of Osgard when it comes to trials that are petty until they involve the royal family. The single child out of this affair was treated by her father mostly as Xamana had to discard the child to him as she was shortly betrothed to another deity over in Narheim. So, Hanifa spent time in the borders of Narheim and Fernund in her father's palace and occasionally visited the royal family before the birth of their heirs. Even when they were born, she came at her own time to watch over the King and discuss him with affairs between the good and evil spheres existing.
At the young age of 150, she had left her home and parted ways with Death and lived in Joseim and serving under the royal couple. The servant spent time interacting with the heirs and rumors and gossip came through that she might be planning on dethroning the King for her own potential for her father to be ruler. It had been placed harshly against her and she has denied it multiple times.
Personality:
Poised and refined, the goddess takes little to no chances in expressing her superiority over others through subtle means. She is a woman of pride, knowing her role and power, but will talk gracefully yet softly to only make fools out of those that test her and try to make a mockery out of her. She prefers to keep behind the gimmicks of what the royal family has concocted and move about her own strings, leaving them to quarrel more and accuse another as it is definitely how she gets her entertainment (from what her father taught her). Taking advantages of others is one of her favorite things to do and will often target those of the same sex that are fairer and possibly more dumb-founded or too caught up in something.
As an overall worker, she is the honest kind as she leaves her mischievous nature away from her duties. Never will she abandon her post, regardless of what is to come, and would most likely be the first stand by the King's side and will rebel for him against all others (except for her father). The woman, in her private times, will be spent looking after others while dealing with her personal affairs in common sight as it is very hard to detect as to what she is doing.
Habits:
-Tendency of drinking alcohol form her flask when bored or thinking too much. Mind you, she is a heavy drinker and can handle it.
-Biting down onto her tongue when irritated and thus, she is able restrain it.
-Spending time reading and secluded
-Has a bad time with lying but can detect with another lies.
Weapon of choice:
(http://darksouls2.wiki.fextralife.com/file/view/Old%20Knight%20Halberd.png/498531460/Old%20Knight%20Halberd.png)
Description:
She stands accordingly at 5'10" with gold marks painted onto her bare shoulders and on her neck to signify her position as a servant to the King. Her clothes are often yellow, red, and silver with a hood covering her face.
Other:
-Serves under Krotin as the judge of those entering the under realm for mortals. It can been rumored that she too acts as the judge of the deities that have died and which realm they would belong to. Though, this isn't something Hanifa will not discuss with anyone.
-FC: Lianne Le Havas
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