Fantasy Gods and Monsters (Open! Sign Ups)

[Derealization]

Over 2000 years ago, there was a war between the gods and monsters. Beneath their war the humans suffered, suffering through an onslaught of hardships. The gods knew that this could not go on, so they gave their lives to seal the monsters into the underworld, hoping that one day a new set of gods would return to protect the earth.
Soon after, the humans lost magic. In denial a few took up the mantles of magicians, priests, alchemists, and fortune tellers, though none bore the spark of magic save one fortune teller who, at the steps of a great gothic church, spoke the first prophecy in a hundred years:

As two millennia will pass the shield protecting us from the beasts of the beyond shall fall, and so too will this godless eras!
In the crackle of storms we shall see the skies
From the roots of the ancient woodland life shall return
And in the mosaic of stained glass so too shall hope
A lonely scream of despair shall echo from an old cathedral
And the fog on the moors shall return to us magic
An old clock tower shall toll the time
And the shift of paper shall return to us wisdom
When the old brass trumpet shrieks of war
We men shall sleep and turn to dreams
For fortune is found in forgotten gold
A saint's weeping shalt remind us of death
And an old altar will return to us justice
The fire's last embers will burn in chaos
And the violence of steel on steel will return
The shadows approach at the wolf's lonely howl
And mercy will return on wings of light

As the last words pealed from her mouth and arrow pierced her chest and the prophecy was forgotten until 2000 years later when the gods returned to earth as was foretold in a long forgotten prophecy. The new gods kept their existence secret for hundreds of years following, but now the shield keeping monsters in the underworld is faltering. A select few of these beasts have nearly slipped through, and it is the new god's jobs to either make amends or seal them away. Both answers bring uncertainties, and it is up to you to write this story's outcome. But the question is this: will you join us?

-Be as many characters as you can handle, if you want to remove any at any time then PM me
-Be able to write 3+ sentences and use proper grammar
-Hate the character, not the player, bullies aren't allowed!
-Drama and Romance is allowed, do as much as you like, just keep it PG13
-Gore is allowed
-ALL rules apply here and in the thread! Be able to follow them
-Be inclusive, not turning this into a 1x1
-I can decline any form, this is my RP, please don't get upset. I won't decline forms cause I don't like you, just something is missing or wrong with it
-Reservations last 1 day, if you don't make your form in that time I'll remove your reservation
-Try to be active please! If you don't respond in 1 week I'll remove your character unless you PM me
-One domain per god
-Have fun!
-3 warnings will result in a 1 week ban! 5 bans will get you kicked
-You can die! If you do then feel free to make another with any remaining open spots
-No OP characters, yes I know they are gods but they do have their limits
-No canon characters, and no gods from actual mythology
-I can add monsters from different mythologies if requested, just ask me via PM
-PM me character sheets to get the OK first. Once approved put them in here
-Put a brief snippet of how your character returned to earth in other (try and base it off the prophecy thing)

-More Rules might be added as needed

Gods

God of Skies: Kiriatophin
God of Life: Auster
God of Hope
God of Despair
God of Magic: Súileabhán
God of Wisdom
God of Knowledge: Thraika
God of War
God of Dreams
God of Fortune
God of Death: Quan'Cath
God of Justice
God of Chaos
God of Violence
God of Darkness: Eigengrau
God of Mercy


Monsters of the Underworld
Sphinx
Chimera
Draconic Tarrasque: Fearless
Hydra: Iridescent
Cerberus
Minotaur
Centaur
Orthrus
Hellhound: Cerberus
Chaldean Dragon: Takhrasis

Forms (things that are not required will have a star next to them)
God

God Name-
God Nickname-
*Mortal Name-
*Mortal Nickname-
*Mortal Age-
Gender-
Sexuality-
Role-
*Mortal Appearance-
God Appearance-
Personality-
Weapon-
Symbol-
Likes-
Dislikes-
Fears-
Best Friends-
Other-

~Creature of the Underworld

Name-
Nickname-
Gender-
Sexuality-
Creature-
Who they hate the most-
Appearance-
Personality-
Backstory?-
Likes-
Dislikes-
Fears-
Other-

 

[Arg]

God Name- Eigengrau
God Nickname- Eugene
*Mortal Name-
*Mortal Nickname-
*Mortal Age-
Gender- Male
Sexuality- Straight
Role- Darkness
*Mortal Appearance-
God Appearance- Black robe, black hair, pale skin, tentacles
Personality- likes to kill. It's a form of entertainment. Likes to wait in the shadows
Weapon- shadows and darkness
Symbol- the moon
Likes- death, darkness, and shadows
Dislikes- life, light, mortals, and Kiriatophin
Fears- God of Light and Súileabhán
Best Friends- God of Chaos and God of Despair and Súileabhán
Other- Out of the den of wolves, in the dead of night, Eigengrau was born. The God of Darkness
(Accepted in PMs)

 

[Derealization]

God Name- Súileabhán (it's okay if you don't add the accents)
God Nickname- Suki or Bane
*Mortal Name-
*Mortal Nickname-
*Mortal Age-
Gender- Nonbinary
Sexuality- Ace/Aro
Role- God of Magic
*Mortal Appearance-
God Appearance- White skin, silver hair, dark grey cloak with a starry lining, tall black leather boots, grey tunic, beige pants. Also has two silver horns.

Personality- Suki is fairly calm and moderate, being fairly difficult to anger and with few ever scratching the surface of their ire. Their even temper leaves them with very little in the way of panic, hence meaning that they are perfect for emergencies. They are also a good listener and secret keeper. They aren't all perfectly calm, however, with their sarcastic wit being as sharp as a knife.
Weapon- A hand and a half sword with blue goldstone embedded in the cross guard and pommel. The blade is polished to a mirror like glow and small runes are carved in it.
Symbol- A small blue goldstone pendulum
Likes- Reading, rain, writing, animals, cloudy days, space, libraries, history
Dislikes- Extremely loud places, bright sunlight, being interrupted while speaking of reading, being restrained or confined
Fears- None really. They're too even-keeled
Best Friends- Eugene
Other- Súileabhán coalesced from the mists of an ancient Scottish moore before the other gods. They searched for others for a time, but ultimately returned home to the mists until the need arose.

(Figured I should probably yeet mine in real quick)

 

[Lord_Boreas]

God Name- Kiriatophin

(Kee-Ree-Ah-Toe-Phin)

God Nickname-Kiri

*Mortal Name- Killian Janim Reign

*Mortal Nickname-Kill, Air head, Kj

*Mortal Age- 21

Gender- Male

Sexuality-Bisexual (leans more to males nowadays)

Role-God of the Skies

*Mortal Appearance-





God Appearance-





Personality-Kiriatophin is a brash and impulsive god, tending to fly off on a whim and will do whatever he pleases. He hates following the rules and prefers to be free like the wind at any given time. Although he can come off as a bit of a jerk, he is a very kind and loving person even when he puts up a tough guy facade to mask it.

Weapon- Yeniplex the Thunder Spear

A spear made from a fallen comet, Yeniplex has the ability so amplify the users powers to extreme levels( at great costs) and it will change its nature based on its owner. It has been a thunder spear for more than a millennia now. Kiri tends to use it as more of a lightning rod and refuses to use the Yeniplex’s special ability because it shaves off chunks of his soul in the process.





Symbol-



Kiriatophin’s symbol takes the form of a blue lightning bolt with silver wings

Likes-

•windy days

•sweet foods

•Liquor

•Maximus(max) his pet falcon

Dislikes-

•Being forced to do something

•fire

Fears-

•Claustrophobic -the fear of enclosed spaces

•Pyrophobia- the fear of fire

•Basiphobia- the fear of falling

•The God of War

Best Friends-God of Hope

Other- On a night with vicious thunderstorms, a bolt of vibrant blue lightning fell from the sky and struck the courtyard of a monastery sitting high in the mountains. The lightning stuck a centuries old bell and in the process a symbol formed showcasing something that hadn’t been seen in thousands of years, the symbol of the sky god Kiriatophin. As the bell‘s deafening ring shattered the ears of the monks, another bolt of lightning struck the ground, and from the smoke the figure of a boy could be seen, staring back at the monks with glowing blue eyes.

 

[Karcen]

God Name- Quan'Cath
God Nickname- Cath
*Mortal Name- Cath
*Mortal Age- 19
Gender- female
Sexuality- bisexual tends to perform females.
Role- goddess of death
God Appearance-

Personality- cath can be rather quite amount others gods often trying to act as a neutral party. She likes mortals and likes to be among them being more expensive around them than she is with her own kind. Though when it comes to deaths she almost never plays favorites death comes for all after all. Still there are those few she bends the rules for.

Weapon- a bone scythe, her deadly touch, and sometimes a kiss
Symbol- a human skull with black lip marks on the forehead often times it is simplified to on or the other.

Likes-
Mortals
Quiet places
Reading
White necromancer

Dislikes-
Cooking
Crowds
Enslavement of the dead

Fears- nothing truly stands out
Best Friends-

Other- when exactly cath returned to the world or was born into it is unclear due to her habit of taking the guise of a human. One of the few times sge has dropped this guise was during the sacking of the monastery of Eaos. The monastery once stood on the summit of Mt Eaos for centuries. It was home of countless treasures from ages past and one of the few true saints. The saintess Ersa was said to have the the favorite of the absent gods performing miracles. Still it was this fame that brought their downfall. Seeking the treasures and Ersa herself marauders assaulted the monastery. The monastery built like a fortress tried to repeal them but slowly the marauders forced their way in. The monks and nuns were killed till the saintess alone was left.

Thinking her time had come Ersa permeated to taje her own life when the marauders just fell dead. As Ersa cried in relief cath appeared before her. What words passed between gid and Mortal are not known, but the two parted with a kiss. Eras never surviving the night but never seeing the goddess again.

 

[Derealization]

Looks good, hop in when ready!

 

[Karcen]

I will after a nap

 

[Derealization]

Valid

 

[CLOUDLEAP]

God Name- Auster
God Nickname- Aus
*Mortal Name- Jordyn
*Mortal Nickname- JJ
*Mortal Age- 19
Gender- Female
Sexuality- Bisexual
Role- God of life
*Mortal Appearance-
God Appearance-
Personality-she swings just like the wind. She is continuously on the move looking for something different to keep their interest going. Also, she is very intelligent and seem to have natural instincts about what may overcome. She can adapt, adjust or change to different situations.
Weapon- butterfly knife
Symbol-

Likes-
People
Puppys
cats
food

Dislikes-
she see's beauty in everything
Fears- death
Best Friends- none
Other- her hair changes color 24/7

Over 2000 years ago, there was a war between the gods and monsters. Beneath their war the humans suffered, suffering through an onslaught of hardships. The gods knew that this could not go on, so they gave their lives to seal the monsters into the underworld, hoping that one day a new set of gods would return to protect the earth.
Soon after, the humans lost magic. In denial a few took up the mantles of magicians, priests, alchemists, and fortune tellers, though none bore the spark of magic save one fortune teller who, at the steps of a great gothic church, spoke the first prophecy in a hundred years: "From the roots of the ancient woodland life shall return"

- She was created from roots of an old willow tree and the softness of the clouds...(i think more up)

 

[Derealization]

Please go reread the rules, you missed something

 

[CLOUDLEAP]

Please go reread the rules, you missed something

what did i miss

 

[Derealization]

what did i miss

I'm not going to tell you. Just reread the rules, you'll see it

 

[Sunsmiter]

(Will code later)
God of Knowledge
God Name- Thraika
God Nickname- The Storm Reaper, The Sarcastic Clockmaker, the Cynical Timekeeper(mortal form)
*Mortal Name: Skjærër
*Mortal Nickname- Skae
*Mortal Age- Around 33
Gender: Male/Genderless
Sexuality: Sapiosexual
Role: Artificer dude, works around with tech and metal. More or less controls anything that has to do with technology (steampunk, anyone?)
*Mortal Appearance
God Appearance-

(eh, close enough. Just imagine clockwork instead of lightning)
Thraika appears as a predominately obsidian-scaled draconian figure with a smooth ivory head and four arms, two of which were scythe-like claws. The deity had six wings, two draconian, two insect-like wings made from metal and two mechanical wings made from sharp steel feathers. Each wing was tipped with clawed hands made from a flesh-like living metal. They had fins resembling a sea serpent’s running down their form, and two pronged tails. A lot of times they prefer to simply remain in a primordial "soup" like cloud because it's "faster" and more "efficient."

Personality: Thraika is most often described as analytical and apathetic towards his fellow gods, sometimes even snappy to the point of being antisocial. To be fair, they literally can't charm anyone to save their life. Thraika is blunt and brutally pragmatic to an extreme degree. Thraika has a poor understanding of emotions and communications outside of a professional context, often coming off as cold and stone-walled. Almost hilariously oblivious to social cues at times, they can and will bluntly ask questions/remarks at point blank range without acknowledging the consequences. Thraika would ruthlessly prioritize "the greater good" sometimes taking choices regardless of how much it will hurt both them and those close around them if said action will offer a greater benefit, often assuming others will do the same in their place. The scientist is coldly pragmatic, completely willing to sacrifice if needed and willing to work alongside any that would tolerate them. Keeping contact to a bare minimum outside of professional contexts, Thraika is more or less an unknown figure to even much of their clergy.
A workaholic to the end, Thraika never seems to be able to sit still, always tinkering with something in his hands. Progress is their domain and they can and will quite literally work themself to the bone if it offers even the slightest chance of advancement. For them, there is no right or wrong, only varying degrees of guilt and what must be sacrificed for the greater good. Socially, Thraika is known to the sharply blunt at times, turning sarcastic and deadpan when annoyed and often coming across as cold and heartless when he believes that he's being pragmatic. Anything is worth the cost, anything for progress and science.

Weapon: This varies. Thraika tinkers around a lot, so this changes quite often. Anything steampunk mainly I suppose. As the old saying goes "knowledge is power" and Thraika is surprisingly good at defending themself. Among the fastest deities, Thraika can pull gadgets out of thin air, throwing turnabouts and unexpected trinkets along with cracking energy as way of defense. They can use raw energy, any energy, to defend themselves, but of course, where's the fun in that?
Symbol: Clouds, Clockwork gears
Likes: Progress, ingenuity, creativity in any way, science, things being in order, knowledge, metal, clockwork
Dislikes: Slacking off, interactions (more or less), delays, waiting for too long
Fears: Thraika has once stated he fears water for no apparent reason.
Best Friends: None currently(ooooooof), although they do consider the God of Skies an ally.
Other: Thraika can and will literally summon clocks outta thin air for no other reason than saying: YOU'RE LATE! in aggressive polite.

Return.
Thraika did not so much return to the mortal plane as was he thrown to it. Scientists and scholars reported disconcerting findings, findings that piqued the God of Knowledge's interest and concern. Sometimes taking the form of a mortal shell, Thraika would study at one lab or another, this odd scientist creating many more advancements than any of the mortals ever could in a lifetime, and then vanish after a month or two. They were never the best at transforming nor maintaining their form, but this would have to do. They would slowly collect notes on the situation, studying the barrier and the cracks, studying the monsters and their weak points. Thraika would collect shed scales from the Hydra, fur from the Hellhound or horns from the Tarrasque, collecting little more than trinkets to study and analyze when they could get their claws on them. Slowly they would piece together a picture they would first try to deny and then bitterly accept, accepting the fact the bloody barrier just got a freaking monkey wrench thrown into it.

 

[Derealization]

Sure, hop on in

 

[Sunsmiter]

Name: Referred to as the Tarrasque, the Godeater or the Lizard(derogatory)
Nickname: Fearless
Gender: Female(often referred as an It. This does not please them.)
Sexuality: Asexual/Pansexual
Creature: Draconian Tarrasque
Who they hate the most: Thraika(well Thraika was the only one to visit them so...), and pretty much all the gods.
Appearance:

(with wings folded up)
Personality: The closest thing the Tarrasque can be described as is a loose cannon. Their version of life consists of days of pain and rage and hunger and endless starvation. Monotone days of boredom and hunger and always that maddening rage that never dies. Nearly always on the edge of giving way into blind rage, being around them like walking on eggshells. It normally takes a few kicks to truly push them over the edge, but their outbursts are legendary for their duration.
Easily angered and fiercely loyal, the Tarrasque is an aggressive friend who will stop at nothing to tear apart any who dare to harm whom they hold so dear. Referred as an abomination, the Tarrasque has little healing nor nurturing skills yet tries to protect those who have been abandoned, cast out of Eden for a sin they did not commit just like she was. Seen as a volatile ball of rage, the Lizard is often feared, thought of as little more than a mindless brute when in truth she is far from it.
Backstory: The fallen God of Justice had been consumed with anger when she had forged her bones. She poured all her wrath at the injustice into her, all the unfairness and all the spilled innocent blood into the Tarrasque's veins. Her egg was bathed in the flames of bloody justice and she was forged in the cries of a world on fire. She was fed the bones of a broken god Justice had executed without a second thought, discreetly disposing of the body with her little abomination. Justice fought in the war, tearing apart both monsters and even gods with her "pet", calling it justice, calling it judgement. When Justice had died there was no mourning, no funeral, only vengeance. She never knew who had killed her creator, only that an unnamed god had backstabbed her and when she lay dying left her creation to seethe in her blood. Locked inside the fallen God of Justice's tomb, the Tarrasque was fed not on meat nor ambrosia, but the blood and bone of a corrupted god and a fallen creator who turned to vengeance instead of justice. When her wings grew in she clawed her way out of the sarcophagus to greet a circle of gods that did not want her, did not recognize the monster as the creation of a fallen God.
She was cast out for a sin she did not commit, for a murder she did not witness. She was banished into the darkness of the Underworld, thrown to the beasts before she could even fly. She was a cross between a dragon and a tarrasque, her still forming carapace just strong enough to keep her alive in the war-torn remnants of the Underworld. She fed on foul water and monstrous bones, nurturing a hatred implanted in her since her fall from the heavens. The Tarrasque was banished for a crime she did not commit, she would fight literally tooth and nail to save others from her fate.
The Tarrasque fed, and she grew until she dwarfed even Great Wyrms of the old and she fought until her roars of pure rage could rattle the bones of the Underworld, until she slammed herself against the barrier again and again in hopes of finally seeing the light just one more time, making a difference for just one monster, just one wronged soul.
The barrier has been unbreaking, unfaltering all these years she spent in the darkness. But it is weakening, oh yes it is weakening, and she can smell the scent of divine blood in the air. One day, one glorious day, she will let smaller monsters scale her carapace as a bridge to the light, to the world that had cast them out so long, and one day she too will spread her wings under the ruthless eye of the sun and roar her return to the heavens. This time she will not give up at only one, she will devour them all until their bones are gnawed down to the ruddy marrow.
Likes: Melee combat, fighting, food, splashing around in water, combat
Dislikes: Order(somewhat), unfairness, hunger, injustice
Fears: Nothing really, unless you count abandonment
Other: The Tarrasque's carapace is strongly anti-magical, making spellcasting around them near impossible and severely weakening divine magic. However, this is a double-edged sword, as she cannot be healed magically either, forced to rely purely on her regeneration to recover. If that fails...welp adios. Also, she eats a lot. She does not consider herself a "ruler" of the Underworld, although many flock to shelter under the titan's wings. She accepts them silently, she does not want worshippers or subjects to lord over, she is her own creature and there she shall remain, as colossal as a mountain and as silent as its bones.

 

[Derealization]

Sure

 

[Sunsmiter]

Derealization Wait do we have to pick only from that list or can Fearless count as a Dragon/Tarrasque instead of Chimera?(cause she makes a really weird looking chimera oof. no offense murder fluffball.)

 

[Derealization]

Sure, I can change that

 

[CLOUDLEAP]

I'm not going to tell you. Just reread the rules, you'll see it

i redid her and is it okay

 

[Derealization]

No, but you're close

 

[Sunsmiter]

Derealization (Thraika is Knowledge. Not Wisdom...oof)

 

[Derealization]

Oof sorry, lemme fix that

 

[CalamityQueller]

God Name- Penasothsia
God Nickname- The Mourning One
*Mortal Name-
*Mortal Nickname-
*Mortal Age-
Gender- Agender
Sexuality- Asexual Queer Demiromantic
Role- God of Despair
*Mortal Appearance-
God Appearance-

Credit to artist pilyeon for this piece
Personality- The god of despair is one that is swallowed up by their own gift. This god is a somber one that mourns for all the despair of the world, having their heart swallowed up bit by bit by this despair. It was said that hearing wails and cries when walking along sacred grounds meant that you were in the presence of The Mourning One. Their tears are sacred, for although they are somber, they are a merciful God who will take in the beaten and the broken under their domain.
Due to the nature of despair, Penasothsia is known to be a recluse and is hard to find and engage with. The god prefers their solitude as they do not want their mourning to be disturbed. They are prone to bouts of extreme sadness and loss and will weep for days and days. These periods are sacred to the god as it is their way of repaying humanity, for what greater gift is there than a god's tears for humanity? Along with this, the god's self-imposed isolation and self-driven madness have led to a sense of paranoia that they simply cannot shake off. They do not easily trust others and have been known to simply cut people off without a single explanation. These measures are those of self-defense. They have led themselves to believe that letting people in will only refresh the cycle of hurt, one which they would rather avoid.
When referred to, Penasothsia is said to be tender in their speech and polite in mannerisms, but they prefer to keep interactions with those they deem strangers short. In their private circles and in their time alone, they are known to go on monologues and recite bits and pieces of poetry to no one in particular. Literature depicting despair and sorrow, stories of grief and pain. These are the words they recite in private. These words are often a part of The Mourning Ones' sacred bouts of sorrow as they incorporate them into their mourning.
The god of despair knows no rest from sorrow, but maybe sorrow is a good thing. For what is hope without despair?
Weapon- Their weapon is a polearm. The weapon is accented with gold and the blade has been encrusted with black onyx. Upon the spike of the polearm, Penasothsia's symbol, the Ouroboros, is embossed.
Symbol- The Ouroboros
Likes- Poetry, solitude, the sacredness of mourning, literature, the moon, snakes
Dislikes- Disruption, mockery, invasiveness, betrayal, a lack of attention to detail
Fears- This god fears that they will one day be devoured by the madness their despair brings. They also fear the sting of betrayal as it is the reason they isolate themselves.
Best Friends- Due to their isolation, Penasothsia hasn't been able to develop any close bonds with anyone. This is subject to change. (Feel free to come up to me and flesh out any bonds!)
Other- Penasothsia is often seen with tear stains upon their cheeks or tears welling in their eyes. This trademark of their appearance makes it easy to pick them out. They also have a fondness for gold accessories and offerings. These sorts of gifts will often get you in The Mourning Ones' good graces.

Return- The god of Despair was lured to the mortal realm through the sounds of mourning. They found themselves in an empty cathedral where the wails and pleas of the broken echoed within its walls. A memory from a time long passed. The god looked around for the records of despair that stained the lives of the mortals, each discovery yielding more sorrow within their heart. Having seen the pain the mortals had gone through, Penasothsia, The Mourning One, decided to return to the mortal realm, cheeks stained with tears, brought forth by the sounds of a kindred spirit with a heart full of despair.

 

[Derealization]

Looks good, accepted!

 

[CalamityQueller]

Thank you! Please excuse my rusty writing. It'll get better is I get back into the feel of things :]