"What a sad, meaningless existence you mortals have."
- f u l l . n a m e -
Milost
- p r e f e r r e d . n a m e -
Milost
- m o r t a l . n a m e -
Aurelius Glass
- n i c k n a m e ( s ) -
Mortals tend to call him the names of other gods like Anubis and Eleos, however he has no nicknames that pertain to his actual or mortal name. He will reluctantly respond to either of these
- a g e -
He is on the younger side compared to all of the rest, dead or alive, being around 4,798 years. His mortal appearance looks to be 23 though
- g e n d e r -
Tells others they are Male / Masculine to keep things simple
- p r o n o u n s -
He / They / Them
- s e x u a l i t y -
Bisexual
- g e n o c i d a l . o r . p e a c e f u l . ? -
He's a mix between the two, as long as he can do his job he doesn't care
- g o d . o f -
The Soul, Desperation, and Mercy
"What makes a sacrifice worth it? What forces someone to beg for their life?"
- t h o u g h t s . o n . c o l l a b o r a t i n g . ? -
They are very hesitant about working with some of these gods. After all, a few are responsible for the millions of deaths of others, and he's aware of a fews more... Violent tendencies and unpredictability. For now they will stay rather guarded, but will add contributions nonetheless to ensure history doesn't repeat itself. Sure, it boosted their reputation, but if he has to see another mortal on their literal hands and knees begging for release again he's gonna weep
- t h o u g h t s . o n . t h e . 1 , 0 0 0 . y e a r . w a r -
He has a very neutral stance, however there is no denying how much suffering it brought to people regardless of the god they followed or cause they fought for. He does have to admit, though, that the amount of mortals pleading and begging for mercy had gotten annoying at some point, only for the fact that it deeply saddened him and greatly fueled his curiosity. The remaining few humans' souls had weeped and howled for mercy before they too perished, and that feeling will forever haunt him.
- g o d . a p p e a r a n c e -
This guy is quite the sight to behold.
For one, a long loose silver chain drapes across his arms from a cuff on both of his wrists, extending to rest right behind his neck before draping down once again towards the opposite cuff. The chain is long enough that he can almost extend his arms all the way to either side of him yet still draw the string of his bow back perfectly fine. Another feature hard to miss is how four mangled white wings sit behind his back. His top set of wings are much larger, while the bottom look as if more for shown. They all lay somewhat outstretched and skewed in awkward directions, and while they may be jostled when he walks they make no other motion, not even to fly. The feathers are all bent and unkempt, and for his top right wing you can see some bone.
His form is covered in what looks to be a mix between a black hoodie and a cloak that goes down to a little above his knees, with a hood and long sleeves with wide cusps that cover a third of his hands were he to keep his hands to his side. Underneath that, he wears a simple white sweater. Hair wise, it's ashen grey in color, with the smallest hue of blonde mixed in. Milost tends to keep it a little long, with messy bangs that brush the top of his eyes and hair that goes down to his shoulders. The god keeps his hair well kept, despite outward appearances, and if someone were to touch it they'd find it thick and silky. Giant pale golden antlers protrude from his head, fanning out similarly to that of an Irish Elk and tends to be the nesting ground for a few smaller birds, and always for Eloise. A ribbon is tied around the base of his left antler, white in color and slimly cut so that the ends droop. It's not tied into a bow, rather it's a neat, flat knot
As for terms of piercings or scars, this god has a few. Piercings wise, his only two are small white rings on his upper left ear. As for scars, he has a few across his arms from the war, not able to completely avoid getting himself into the conflict of the constant fighting and three on his face. A horizontal slash below his left eye, and two vertical ones, one on his cheek and the other near the corner of his mouth. His skin is a somewhat pale color, but not to a ghastly degree that it would draw any concern, and holds no blemishes or freckles
As for his voice, when he speaks, he speaks through telepathy to others, reverberating like an echo in your head. While you may mainly hear one voice, if you listen close enough you can hear the murmur of others, male and female, ever so faintly in the background parroting exactly what you hear the main voice say. When he gets mad however, a bunch of different voices will make a booming echo, distorting those unfortunate enough to hear it. It's as if his main voice is usually the representative for all the others. He does not say I, he says we. He is a conglomeration. The body but a vessel to host the souls of others who are not done yet. This being can physically talk, however when he does his words come out broken and raspy, like he has a concept in his mind but isn't sure how to put it into words and is quite mangled from misuse. His voice is notably masculine, however can change just like when he talks to others psyconetically. Instead of hearing a hint of other voices underlying his own however, he murmurs to himself in an almost insane matter, however this happens incredibly rarely and only if he uses his actual voice beforehand
A very unsettling feature about this god are their eyes, pure white in color with no pupil to make of. Something close to an aura seems to come from his eyes. When a strong sense of emotion overcomes him or the pleads from people looking for mercy become too great, white paint-like liquid will ooze as if he were crying
As for this gods weapon of choice, he wields a beautifully carved bow made from an almost black looking wood, however if someone were to look closely enough they'd find that it's actually a dark brown. The edges of the bow curve forward just slightly, and the grip is wrapped in red colored cloth. Small etches on the limbs of the bow depict the story of a flying whale in an ancient language only a few can understand.
- Mortal Appearance -
WIP
- p e r s o n a l i t y -
Sympathetic - Protective - Reserved - Emotional - Dutiful - Unafraid - Patient - Always a little anxious - Social - Quiet - Restless - Incredibly Curious - Skeptical - Disloyal, never stays on one side for too long - Morally Grey - Adventurous - Testy - Cautious - Down to Earth - Picky - Cordial - Polite - Doesn't catch on Easily - Innocent but also not - Good Memory - Not a fighter but will hold their ground - Stubborn - When they loose their temper they throw a tantrum hard - Excitable - Respect for Respect
- p o w e r s . t h e y . p o s s e s s -
- Wish Maker - Milost has the power to grant a person their greatest desire and execute it in whatever way they see fit. However this power only works for when someone prays to him for mercy
- Soul Searching - Milost can see the soul of any living being, from animals, people, plants, and even insects to name a few. The soul will then appear to only him in a certain color and aura, however he doesn't always know what it means. Sometimes a darker shade is better than a lighter one, and a brighter aura is better than a happy or intense one. It's very abstract, and hard to interpret sometimes, but he tries. Reading the soul, when he understands the meaning, can help him get a good read of something's true nature. He can also read multiple at a time within a certain radius when he closes his eyes. Milost has found someone who is aware of him trying to read their soul and has a strong willpower or is naturally very guarded is harder to read than someone who doesn't know but is very open and trusting. Milost himself can't read his own soul, however he does know some tricks to hiding your soul from his read he teaches to a select few people who he considers his friends
"PLeAd fOr MErCy."
- l i k e s -
- Huge Flower Gardens and Orchards
- The sound of fast-falling rain
- Lots of Personal Space
- Keeping his Work to Himself
- "What's this thing mortals call Lasagna?"
- d i s l i k e s -
- Nosy individuals, those who pry where they shouldn't
- Watching people beg
- The Wrong kind of Attention
- Losing his Temper
- Meteor Showers
- h o b b i e s -
- People Watching! - It's often Milost will be relaxing somewhere populated, but also a place that doesn't force him to socially interact with another person. Most of the time it'll be on a bench by a pond, preferably with some ducks. He's pretty curious about the thought process of a human and what leads them to take certain actions or decisions, especially those that endanger the lives of others
- Practicing his Archery - Milost will always strive to perfect his aim, for as much as he fights with a bow and arrow he doesn't make all his shots. Archery is something that he finds fun to try and master, and you never know when an arrow will have to count
- Cooking - While he enjoys cooking, whether the dish tastes good or not is usually up to chance. If it's any kind of seafood don't touch it, however he is a master at making pasta dishes. Anything else is a hit or miss. The worst it's gotten is when he accidentally gave someone food poisoning
- g r e a t e s t . a c h i e v e m e n t -
The day he granted a mortal mercy who did not wish it so through death
- b i g g e s t . f e a r -
Milost's biggest fear would have to be the realization that his people, if he ever gets that much of a following, are simply just using him as a tool, rather than a deity to be respected. He's dreamed of a following in dread and anticipation for thousands of years, and while he's aware it's very farfetched to happen they still hope they'll be able to make a good enough impression to garner some respect.
- b a c k g r o u n d -
He... They do not remember their ascension into godhood, but they know it was a terribly unfortunate. For about 3,000 years they started learning the ropes on their own, before the war broke out and their duties got all the more real. They had no people of their own who worshipped them so they had no one to really loose, however their heart goes out to the others who have lost millions of their own. Their exhausting duty during the war was just answering the pleads of those begging for relief.
- k i n -
The main voice was a part of a trio of triplets and he also remembers an older sister, but the other two and said older sister have since long passed away. As for their parents, they do not remember their faces, but a feeling of unpleasantness comes about whenever they try and think too hard about them
- s p o u s e -
N/A
- g f . / . b f -
OPEN
- e x e s -
None, but I'm more than open to some Drama ;)
- c h i l d r e n -
They are incapable of such
- a f f i l i a t i o n s -
Duvéssa
Ektlo De'Van Mona
Vaeos
Vikona
Riotl
Caos
Akiba
- o t h e r -
- Milost has a White-bellied Sea Eagle he named Eloise! She usually perches on his antlers and comes and goes as she pleases
- RW Paxton
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