Post by CHRONOS on Jan 1, 2018 5:02:13 GMT -5
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Name: Chronos
Age: Ageless
Gender: Technically Genderless but does prefer to identify with being Male
Origin: Unknown
Weapon of Choice: Can manipulate the world as you know it through his links to the power that generates the realm. Generally manifesting in a high level of time and creation magic. Must be done from the Room of Power. Chronos himself is vulnerable when accessing the power channels of the universe.
Affiliation: Neutral. Permanently so.
History: Chronos is originally from another plane of existence outside of the Nexus. A realm ruled by a pantheon of gods and goddess who dictate the lives of all immortal and mortal creatures under them. Chronos himself was but a Demi-God who relied on shrines and offerings to maintain a level of presence amongst such powerful counterparts. He does have a set of white wolf ears and a tail, his patron animal moniker being a pure snow coloured Wolf who is often depicted with blank pupils as if it is blind.
He always disagreed with the fact that the higher beings could directly influence the lives of those that populated their world. Eventually this sickening feeling led Chronos to become a Nexus traveller. Exploring gateways until he stumbled upon one he thought to be quite young in its lifecycle. This new realm wasn’t directly manipulated by one or even a group of deities. Its landscape so juvenile its native beings were still developing. Chronos immediately bonded with the matrix network of energy that breathed life into this new world in a hope he could shield it from the fate of so many other destinations. However eventually Chronos met Alina and Chaos. Two sides of the same coin. Both manifestations of the power that had created the universe he now was a part of. Chronos now spends all of his time making sure neither God gathers enough influence on the inhabitants of the realm to declare themselves judge, jury and executioner over them. He believes that it would do no one any favors to have one or the other take-over full control, so Chronos tilts the scales of power to make sure it always falls back into balance. Maintaining the pure free will of everyone who is born or arrives in the realms.
He is himself a prisoner. As a cog in the wheel that keeps the energy flowing along an intricate unseen web, Chronos is unable to leave the Nexus. The room of power can re-manifest itself into different forms when Chronos is in it. He dictates how it is seen, though when not present when someone else enters, the visitor then dreams their surroundings into existence. Commonly Chronos likes to have it appear as a steampunk control room but his imagination is vivid and wild.
There is only one condition in which he can leave and that is if he is summoned via a shrine in the realms. Each realm has a shrine. These are not well-known locations and maps and instructions on how to call upon Chronos are sold in underground black-markets for exuberant amounts of coin.
Salaria’s Shrine requires an expedition through the labyrinth of tunnels known as the Hidden Caverns. Concealed in its own chamber close to the surface. A skylight through the rock directing moonlight down onto a large prism of ancient ice…shaped vaguely like the head of a wolf.
Sui’s Shrine is actually above the water. On a pontoon which floats about on the vast seas. Covered in seashells, bright feathers, pearls and pebbles. The shrine itself is a wooden hourglass filled with sand from the beaches of the gateway. Depictions of a wolf carved into its frame. It is the hardest of the shrines to locate but the easiest to ‘accidently’ use.
Pera’s Shrine actually has a guardian/owner. It can be found in the Clockwork Owl Inn. Room Seven. Hidden under the floorboards by the proprietor of the establishment. Wrapped in a dirty old cloth the wolf-headed dagger has a very rusty blade.
Ortheria’s Shrine is the most accessible. Bathers in the springs see it all the time. A statuette of a wolf that hides in plain sight nestled amongst some reeds clustered around a private corner.
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Personality:
Positive Traits:
Clever
Observant
Hard-working
Independent
Whimsical
Passionate
Negative Traits:
Moody
Stubborn
Enigmatic
Insensitive
Mischievous
Likes:
Bright Colors
Art, Culture, Dance, Music
Patterns and Mazes
Spontaneity
Water
Dislikes:
Greed
Domineering and controlling personalities
Being Bored
When people cry
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Nickname: NYXXLITH
Password: STARSTRUCK
RP Sample: (Sample is an excerpt from a starter on a Game of Thrones RP)
If you have gold dragons to part with then there is no better place in Planky Town. The trader town is filled with exotic delights from the decks of vessels docking from the Narrow Sea. These delicious entrapments infiltrate the walls of the grandest establishment in the Dornish Location. A Tavern entitled The Terrible Kiss. One of the few who features gargoyles of men either side of the entrance. Stoic, solid, silent. One with skin as black ebony. The other as pale as alabaster. Security for a drinking hole that caters to those with titles and those with items, information and other such commodities to be sold to said highborn.
A home of decadence but with a seedy underbelly that is dressed up in finery. A gust of spice-infused air hits you as you enter. A cacophony of scents that are near impossible to pull apart. Salt from the sea. Raw Sand. Cinnamon. Smoke. Dark Wood. Orchids from parts of the world seen by few. Saffron. Pepper. Mist that can leave a guest breathless for a moment until they get used to the heavy cloud that envelopes the whole room. Music trills from various instruments played by minstrels hired specifically to perform for the clientele.
Topless dancing girls who double as barmaids swirl about the floor in bare feet. Anklets of copper coin about their ankles and almost sheer pale fabric secured loosely around their hips. Several games of Cyvasse are underway on boards that have been sat at by many a traveller. Set in alcoves in the far side of the room these are often scenes of gambling that most would not have the pockets to handle. Atmospheric mood lighting allows the onyx and jade set pieces to be observed from afar while shielding the lowered heads of the players from prying eyes. Relentless torches enflame the bar which is manned by regal looking men. Bare-chested with intricate tattoos adorning their torsos.
As beautiful as the sights and sounds are, the customers are a rowdy bunch. Drunk on not just the commonly procured Dornish Red but concoctions from everywhere possible. The wooden tables are stained with many a spilt drink. Signs of an earlier scuffle presented with dribbles of blood down a wall. Those present are as eclectic as the drugs and beverages available. A kaleidoscope of colours and cultures that would have you think you’d sailed across to Essos.
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Custom Title:The Ashen Wolf