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Tiras Desaraye-Desideratus Abercrombie

" Mirror, Mirror, On The Wall, Show Me Who's The Baddest Bitch Of Them All "

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Shortened Name:
Tiras

Addressed As:
N/A

Nicknames:
N/A

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Rank:
Norse God

Deity Of :
Sigyn - Norse Goddess Of Victory & Wife Of Loki ;)

Gender:
Intersex

Pronouns:
They/Them

Age:
Fufufufu~
A Lady Never Tells His Age

Sexuality:
Pansexual & Demiromantic

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Apperance:
[ Credits to NurSanur @ picrew.me ]

When seeing this person, you notice their face first. They bear rich dark brown skin, obviously well cared for with assortments of lotions and skin care routines. They have a rather soft, heart-shaped face - with a sharp yet somehow also sharp jawline. Their cheeks are rather full and round, giving them a juvenile and youthful air - to add to this youthful appearance are their doe eyes. Yes, the eyes that can entrance you with their beauty. They have hazel eyes, yet they bear grey flecks, their eye color being an almost pale-greenish color with hints of gold around the iris, and then the greyish tone over it. Sometimes they appear a pale blue or green in the light and sometimes a haunting silver if the lighting is just right. Their eyes being unreadable for the most part, yet one carefully watching them will notice they can grow an almost stormy silver-grey when upset or a very pale greenish-blue, kinda like amazonite stones. They have a rather cute button nose, and then they have rather full heart shaped lips, the top lip being a darker brownish-red color and the lower lip being a pinkish-brown tone for two-toned lips. Their lips always having some sort of gloss on them to enhance them. Their lips always being upturned in some sort of smirk or mocking jester of someone. They have assortment of beauty marks on their face; one on the right corner of their lips, three on the left corner of their eye - each being a different size, two on their neck almost looking like they got bitten considering the spacing, and two on the bottom left of their chin. And if one were to notice, they have a beauty mark right on their lip and one hidden in the corner of their nose. And they have other beauty marks haphazardly scattered about their neck, back, chest and if one were to see or undress them ; along their upper and inner thighs and their hips and other intimate places.

This person is of rather short stature, standing in at 5'5, but they don't let that get them down. In their opinion it's the perfect spooning and cuddling height - and not to mention if they wanted to, they could kick one in the kneecaps, shin, or where the sun doesn't shine quite easily if annoyed. It's quite plain to say they have an alluring figure, if not from the way their hips sway confidently when they walk or the way the jut out when they're being dramatic or ranting about something ; then the sculpted thighs they bear from training and exercise, they are highly agile - able to maneuver quickly and effectively around territory, it's quite hard to catch them when they start running. Not to mention squats must be doing them right with all the movement in the back, it's safe to say that they have a rather lithe and athletic form. Not being overly bulky, but not flimsy either. They have dip hips, perfect for holding their slender, slutty waistline. And it's also quite hypnotizing to watch when they dance, and they can dance quite elegantly and are light on their feet. They are also very flexible and can do many aerobic stunts ; splits, tumbles, flips and other types of moves. They have rather soft hands, with long and slender nails - the nails always long and rather sharp, but always well-kept. They either have clear polish or black polish on them, rarely if ever is it a different type of polish.

Now for their crowing glory, their hair. It is quite oblivious to note that their hair is very noticeable for multiple reasons; the color being reminiscent of fresh snow, the sheer length of said hair, and then the beauty of it. Now many speculate that there was some sort of reccesive albinism within their family for them to have such pale hair, and they would be correct. Their hair is quite literally ; snow white in appearance, and when touching it, it's quite soft and silky to the touch - quite obviously well kept. The curls upon their head being big, bouncy and voluminous and seem to bounce and crash like waves as they move whenever they go. They have a mixture between tight and loose curls, and they are quite beautiful to marvel at. Especially when they are carefully styled and cared for by them, they use only the best oils and treatment for their hair and that's why it's so stunning and their crowning glory. The hair is also very long, coming to their waist, and when straightened it's possibly even longer. They also bear thick and healthy white eyebrows, that are meticulously plucked and unkept to keep up their darling appearance, and to frame their pale eyes are thick and naturally curled white eyelashes that make their eyes even more appealing to look at.

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Personality:
One thing to note about this person is that they are quite an complex and sometimes confusing person to know: the first thing you notice is their demeanor - they present kindness and warmth, with honied words and practiced politeness and manners. Carrying themselves with the upmost behavior and bearing of someone with a privileged upbringing - carefully crafted words, and practiced smiles ; though most of this is true, they are and can be kind - it's just a standard politeness they extend to others and nothing special. If you were truly special to them, you would see a very different type of soft side to them. But one would be right to be careful around them, they're a rather cunning and crafty person - always watching and observing from the shadows, the one to somehow find your buried secrets and bringing them to the light. They know how to use their words to their advantage ; whether it be by bluffing, crafting intricate lies, or just plain seduction or using flattery. Their voice being able to be soft and gentle, pleasing to the ear of the recipient- however, it can be a bell of warning . Such a pretty face, but they can hold so much venom, but how could such an innocent face hold such a thing. With perfected doll eyes that can just make one melt and confide in them, they have methods of getting your innermost secrets whether it be pleasurable or a bit . . . bloody. It's safe to say, they have a monopoly of the usage of manipulation, using information and knowledge to their advantage - knowing how to play the game better then most, it takes a lot to outwit and outplay them. Most find themselves hooked under their charm.

It's well know they're a heartbreaker ; known for rejecting confessions and even engagement rings . They've had men, women, and anyone in between between their sheets - one can say that they only persue ones that catch their genuine interest or someone who can do something for them. If it's not obvious by now, this person is a rather flirtatious creature, using both words and body language to convey their point - knowing how to use and work their features. They can do well in a flirting match, able to keep up with most, however only a rare few can actually get them hot under the skin to get a blush out of them. You got to be one hell of person to get this flirt to be at a lost for words. They're one who is rather high maintenance ; enjoying the more lavish things in life, and they desire and want the undivided attention of their lover. Not in a selfish way though, they're quite a jealous creature. Not taking kindly to someone flirting or making moves on the person they love or they deem a lover - even if it is just for a fling. When they have true love for someone, you won't see a trace of fakeness from them - you can see the love for their partner in their eyes, and the acts of service they do for said lover. Whether it be cooking or cleaning for them, or making them a simple gift. It can be said that the reason they're so quick to break hearts is because they've had theirs broken one too many times ; and so they promised themselves to never ever cry over a lover again and that no one would ever see them at their lowest.

For the most part they're rather stoic - a calm and serene disposition on their face, almost like the lazy waves of the ocean crashing against the shore. One can hardly ever read their emotion unless they expressly want you to - however, those with more sharp eyes will notice subtle things ; the roll of an eye, a twitch of a finger or quirk of a lip. They may not show their emotion much, but they can rather verbally express it quite well. They have a rather softer voice compared to most, it having a hint of androgynous undertone - it not being masculine, yet, it not being feminine either, yet they can deepen or lower their voice to portray either sex if the need arises. However, other than their voice, one would do well to notice how their voice can command attention when needed, spew venom and damnation when required, or be low and sultry to tickle one's ear. They never let their next move be known, they plan ahead and for afterwards, it's a skill and quite a dangerous one. They like to toy with the minds of others at times, to said persons expense . They can be quite callous and selfish, not caring for the lives for others - after all they're only pawns in their game, why should they care if they live or die? However, if you somehow manage to wiggle your way into their heart, they will genuinely care for you, and ensure no harm comes to you. For the most part they only care for their well-being and their fortune or misfortune, and if they fall and you're the cause of it - you better damn well know they're bringing you down with them. And somehow, they find a way to claw their way back to the top again, and fight rather vigorously to stay there - whatever it takes, even if it means killing.

If we're being honest, while they may come across as a stone hearted bitch who doesn't give a damn about what others say - while some of is true ; they actually care very much about what others think of them. Maybe it's the remnants of when they used to be more pure-hearted and weren't so marred by the world. But they are rather sensitive to words and actions, they may not show it a lot, but there are moments of weakness when they breakdown. When they go through their room and trash it ; shattering mirrors and vases, tearing cabinets down , and ripping and tearing until they feel better, it's unhealthy but that's the only way they know to how to their frustrations out. They've vowed to never let anyone see them cry or see them vulnerable - after all they have to have thick skin, so they play it off with a smile or snarky remark. Now it is to be known that this person is a rather vindictive and vengeful creature, they remember everyone who's wronged them or anyone they love and they don't take kindly to that. They are patient in trapping the object of their hatred, and they will find a way to make them pay whether it be for something like petty insults or a missing comb. They also would move mountains and valleys to get those who harmed their family as well, while it's bit good to be vengeful, they're just really protective of people they care for - why? Because they've lost too many they've cared for, and then some don't even care for their protection - but they don't care, they're giving it.

Likes:
WIP

Dislikes:
WIP

Strengths:
Agility & Grace
Flexibility
Knowledgeable About Herbal Medicine & Can Also Do Minor Stitches And Treat Wounds If Needed
Very Intelligent + Strategic
Determined
Negotiations & The Gift Of A Silver Tongue
Manipulation
Flirtation & Seduction
Running
Endurance
Can Use Blades Quite Well [ Knives & Daggers ]

Weaknesses:
Insomnia
Can Be Quite Bratty & Selfish
Cares For Only A Select Few
Perfectionist
Fear Of Being Abandoned/Alone & Being Unloved
Can Be People-Pleaser
Weak Immune System [ Gets Sick Easier]
Severe Allergy To Tree Nuts
Can Be Too Cutthroat Or Intense For Others
Can Be A Bit . . . Possessive

Significant Other:
Their Darling~

Affiliations:

Edling said:

~Cresil~

“The beautifully macabre is not for the faint of heart, my dear.”

Nickname(s):

Cres - Not Many Are Close Enough To Call Him By This

Bastard - For Those Damned In His Debt (Or Just Those Who Have Spent Five Minutes With Him)

Gender:

Male/Masculine

Pronouns:

He/Him (Preferred)

They/Them (Also Works)

Age:

A True Gentleman Never Reveals - (Though he appears to possibly be somewhere in his late twenties, more specifically 26 or 27)

Sexuality:

Incapable of loving, yet attracted to anyone he deems ‘appealing’ to the eye, or anyone he would find entertaining to corrupt

God of:

Most associated with things that pertain to chaos, corruption, devastation, and death

(Based on the Norse God Loki)

Appearance:

Devastatingly enticing is what this entity appears to be, as Cresil has lavished in the form of quite the masculine looker. Every aspect of Cresil threatens most onlookers with a subtle temptation, though he possesses just a few attributes that would suggest his godly beauty is in fact just that - a beauty unfit to be harbored by any mundane mortal. With a face structured like that to imitate a well-chiseled diamond, naturally his features are the utmost defined, yet possessing a softness that strips the man of appearing gruff or rugged by any means. The most unsettling, as well as captivating feature of this man, is the nearly translucent ice blue his eyes are: it almost appears as if there’s no color at all. What they lack in pigment though, they make up for in eerie displays of expression. Amusement - a twisted kind- is usually to be seen flourishing in his gaze, if not shrouded by faux emotions he uses to cement his manipulations on individuals unlucky enough to be caught in his fixation. The man’s lashes are a long, onyx-pointed display, complimented by thinly arched brows throned above his eyes. This man’s hair is an absolute model of neat perfection - his locks taking the hue of midnight itself and best related to a shiny, sleek black in a shade only to be seen on a creature such as a raven. It’s long enough to tease at the nape of his neck, and is always combed back into a fashion worthy of admiration and envy. Catch Cresil’s hair disheveled or untamed? Never. It is, perhaps, the single aspect of this entity that is not tainted by his chaotic inner workings and aura.

Cresil towers over most at the formidable height of 6’4 - there is such a thing as too tall ladies and gentlemen, and Cresil regards that height as being above his own. This man’s build is that of a more rectangular, graceful lithe figure. Slender, yet not scrawny. Toned, yet not overbearingly muscled. It could be said he appears to be a nimbler creature, which would be a proper observation. Cresil’s complexion is that of a milkier tone, not being light enough to convey a sickly tint, but possessing no trace of warmth either. In addition to this light complexion, there are no stains of any kind visibly cratering this entity with imperfection, something he would not stand far even on his worst day. All things considered, he appears to be a man who embodies what it truly means to be in one’s prime.

Personality:

A deity embodying the concepts of impurity, corruption, utter chaos, and death. ‘Foul demon’ some aware of his less than benevolent divinity would revere him as. ‘Deity of Chaos’ those more ancient would have whispered. ‘Harbinger of Death’ those far older would declare. Many faces Cresil has worn, and many names he has gone by, though the waves of ruin and annihilation that echo behind each step he takes have never ceased to change. He would be the kind of creature to stand joyously in the ashes of crumbled civilizations, relish in bathing in the blood of those he’s set out to destroy, and ultimately would flock to any scene where chaos and disarray are sure to blossom. And should this individual so decide, Cresil will intervene in certain affairs in various manners to derive pleasure from aiding in manifesting an explosive result.

In simple terms, Cresil is entirely malicious. Utterly vile, and vindictive. Not to mention spiteful and disgustingly arrogant with all that he does. There are truly no good qualities harboring within the makeup of this deity - unless one could count on the fact that he’s proficiently good in terms of being the absolute worst entity alive. He inflicts misery and misfortune onto those both innocent and non for the fun of it, and so one could imagine the things he’d be willing to enact when it comes to waging war against an enemy. Regardless of his victim, Cresil displays a streak of cunning that should very well be envied by the masses. His careful deceits and beautifully crafted manipulations are almost impressive, if not for how cruel and malevolent his tactics are.

Finding oneself in the debt of Cresil, though, is a horrible predicament. More often than not Cresil will go out of his way to work people into owing him various favors by one means or another. Very few times, however, will Cresil adhere to his end of any bargain in the way he may lead his victims to believe. Anyone with a decent wit about them would know just how entirely untrustworthy Cresil is, regardless of the wonders he promises, and how capable he actually is of fulfilling them. It would be an entirely possible feat for him to pass up any opportunity that even remotely hints at the possibility of manifesting some kind of mayhem or misfortune onto another. Although when the tables turn on him, Cresil does not take kindly to being on the receiving end of the very things he inflicts onto everyone and everything around him.

Likes:

• Anything that pertains to orchestrating mass madness
• Suffering; Cresil absolutely feasts off of others’ misery whether he had a hand in it or not
• Himself; To an unhealthy degree, Cresil has manifested a narcissism that grossly redefines the label of what it means to truly be a ‘narcissist’
• Storms; If only to idly sit back and enjoy the kind of ruin and mass destruction storms are capable of producing
• Mind Games; He thoroughly enjoys playing with the heads of most he comes to be in the presence of

Dislikes:

• Anyone who challenges his superiority complex
• His time being wasted; with a passion for sparking disarray, naturally he loathes anyone or anything taking up too much of his time when there’s potential for him to be creating chaos elsewhere
• Peace; It’s very simple, long interludes of no action to thrive off of bores him to death, and his survival instincts will kick in to get the ball rolling in disturbing any tranquil scene
• Restlessness; The sensation of feeling antsy bothers him to his core, therefore idle hands are something he is rarely afflicted by
• Filth; despite being an embodiment of disorder, at the very least when it comes to his appearance, Cresil maintains a pristine image and highly prefers his more frequented spaces to adhere to his standards of cleanliness

Backstory:

Wouldn’t you like to know? That information would cost more than most people’s lives are worth though.

Theme Song(s):

“Sympathy For The Devil” - The Rolling Stones

Freedom said:

May I reserve a Norse god?

Name

Tihomir “Tiho”

Age

If you can recall when the world was created - he was around a bit before then.

Gender

Male

Pronouns

He/Him

Sexuality

Pansexual

Domain

Mistakes, Decisions, and The Future

Deity

Hoenir, brother of Odin

Appearance

Tiho might be considered strange-looking, and many would say he looks creepy. Most gods have this otherworldly beauty to them, something that sets them apart from mere mortals. Tiho distinctly remembers once looking the same. He can’t say why it changed. Maybe as he lost followers, he lost that unearthly glow. Perhaps days lurking in shadowy rooms and deep swamps made him so thin and sallow. It could even be that his memory deceives him, that he never looked like that. But now nobody would call him good-looking. He’s tall in a way that nobody seems to be able to pin down - every god seems to think he’s a inch or two taller than them, though they can’t agree on what height he is. His legs, especially, are thin and slender, and give him a spidery look when he moves. His fingers are elegant, his neck long, his face narrow. Protruding from his shoulder blades are a pair of magnificent crane wings. They look like they might be white, but they’re also weathered and dirty, and growing from the tips and up along the feathers are clumps of deep green moss. His wings always seem to be wet, but despite the waterlogged feathers he seems to have no trouble using them.

His skin is fairly pale, with no real warmth underneath. His face is very narrow, with high cheekbones and a long chin. He has a somewhat gaunt look, his skin sallow and stretched tight over his features. His nose is gently curved, slightly large but not too noticeably. His mouth is wide, with thin lips. He has large white teeth, and when he grins - which he doesn’t too often - his lips spread wide to show those rows of teeth. His eyes are heavily hooded, a misty grey color with clouded-looking irises. But they’re rarely visible, often covered up by his hair. Like his wings, his hair always seems slightly damp, and has moss growing from the roots. It’s shining black, and though it can be hard to see, it has a deep green sheen to it. It’s limp, straight, and down to his waist. It’s stringy, and often splayed across his back, draped in messy strands across his wings, falling into his face. Now and then, when he’s putting in an effort to look presentable, he pulls it all back into a long ponytail, and then smaller ponytails from there.

Tiho was never an extravagant dresser, despite his godly position. He used to be depicted by worshippers wearing long, loose white robes. Those same robes, however, look more like rags after decades of being dragged through the swamps, draped across his bony frame. He has an assortment of cloaks, robes, things he can drape around him, loose cloth that he thinks hide how very thin he’s gotten. He usually wears tall sandals with thick soles and leather strings wrapped around and tied up just under his knees. Nothing of Tiho’s seems to be clean, but they’re not in such a state of disrepair that they would be called rags. And he does have other clothing from the old days. Things he keeps neat and pressed, tall elegant things with embroidery on the edges and puffy sleeves, and tight pants and tall sleek boots. Unlike his usual wardrobe, which is in neutral colors, his fine attire is in a vast array of blue and greens. No matter what he’s wearing, Tiho almost always has his wand with him. It’s a twig, sturdy and firm, carved with his ancient symbols. Though it’s not exactly a wand in the traditional sense, it does seem to channel and strengthen his powers, and he’s loath to part with it.

Personality

Tiho rarely decides anything for himself. He can never make up his mind, and he’s afraid that if he ever did it would turn out to be a disaster. He relies heavily on others to tell him what to do and make up his mind for him. He hates having to choose between two people telling him to do different things. If he truly has to decide something and can’t make up his mind, Tiho usually decides arbitrarily. He’s not much of a leader, and definitely doesn’t like to be put in a position where others are looking to him for guidance or inspiration. Tiho usually finds himself lurking in the background. As long as he has a person or two to pay attention to him now and then, he’s fine with that. He’s a man of few words, though that doesn’t mean he doesn’t interact with other gods. He simply has very little to say, and when he talks it’s succinct and to-the-point. He’s a bit more talkative around people he likes. But around strangers, he tends to keep to himself. He hates people asking personal questions, pushing and prodding in hopes of forming some kind of connection. He’s mastered evasive answers, since he doesn’t want to flat-out refuse. He’s more sensible than some of the more wild and chaotic gods, so he sometimes takes it upon himself to try and keep everyone from bickering or getting themselves into some ridiculous scheme. All the same, he usually winds up involved in those ridiculous schemes himself. He doesn’t really have too much of a problem with wicked or cruel schemes. It’s the stupid and crazy ones he worries about. He’s neither good nor bad, and doesn’t seem to have a lot of opinion on the morals of either side. If he’s with a friend who’s up to no good, he’s easily convinced to join them. If he’s with a friend who does only good, he can be persuaded to join them as well. He can be convinced to do nearly anything. When things go sideways, he’s often the one who tries to step in and clean up the mess before everything turns out really bad.

Tiho is extremely dry and put-together. Though he’s indecisive, he doesn’t ever appear unsure or lacking confidence. He’s a very calm man, and seems unruffled by most things. He’s the person who’s always expecting things to go wrong - not in a pessimistic way, necessarily, but in that he’s fully expecting to have to smooth things over. He’s fairly good at diplomacy, and even if it doesn’t work, he prefers to try and talk things over with people instead of resorting to trickery or violence. He has a dignified air to him despite his ragged and disheveled appearance. Though he seems quite serious at first, he does have a wry sense of humor he saves for close friends. He enjoys muttering to them like a running commentary, especially about other people. Tiho is rather amused by drama between the gods, but if things get out of hand he’ll step in. He’s an intellectual and creative type, and spends much of his time reading, writing, drawing, and in other creative pursuits. His particular favorite is poetry of the most abstract sort, words that go together nicely but seem to have no meaning. He likes abstract art - paintings that are just jumbles of shapes, prose that reads like a string of unrelated words, music that lilts and crashes in confusing patterns.

Despite all of this, there are times when everything anyone knows about him is out the window. When he’s truly, really invested in something, when he’s in a fervor of emotion, he’s a far more wild and crazy guy than anyone would have guessed possible. It’s hard to say what will spark this: sometimes it’s a stroke of poetic genius, being swept away in romance, the frazzling energy of dance, a moment of great triumph. And sometimes these things seem to have no effect at all. But there are two things that are guaranteed to get him into that frenzy: fighting and drinking. Although Tiho might not seem like much of a fighter, he’s surprisingly adept at combat - though maybe not as much as the more warlike deities. It’s difficult to say what exactly will insult or anger Tiho, but when he’s set off, he’s quick to start a physical altercation. He won’t stop fighting until he’s won, or until he’s lost so badly he can’t keep going. But his friends can pull him away, and with some effort get him to calm down. He’s also a completely different person when he’s drunk. Tiho abhors the effects of alcohol. That’s what he says, of course, until he decides to have “just a nip” and winds up in another whirlwind of a night. Fortunately, these instances are pretty rare, and for the most part Tiho can be relied on to be quite sensible and tranquil.

Likes

Marshes and Swamps

Tiho’s native home is among the cattails and reeds of ancient marshes. He loves all of it: the mud under his feet, the sound of bullfrogs, the humid air, the murky water. Though he’s fine with leaving as needed, he always brings a little part of the marsh with him - mud forever on his feet, damp hair, moss growing along his wings.

Abstract Art

He’s always loved the kind of art that’s impossible to understand, that means something deep if you can figure it out. His very favorite is poetry, and he often writes his own, and admires those gods linked with creativity and the written word.

Silence

Tiho enjoys being in quiet environments, without too many people, too many noises. He likes people who know when to talk and when to keep their mouths shut.

Being Told What To Do

He finds it easiest to have someone he admires and respects to tell him what to do, to make decisions for him. But in a pinch, just about anyone nearby will do. Deciding something important for himself is his last resort.

Having Friends

Though Tiho certainly doesn’t do well with crowds, and he may be quiet and withdrawn, it might surprise people to know that he’s really very sociable. He likes to have friends, he needs to have friends. He takes his time scouting out people he might want to befriend, because when he does make a friend, he needs them to be a permanent friend. That doesn’t mean he won’t betray them, but he’ll always apologize and come back to them.

Dislikes

Loud Noises

Anything loud irritates Tiho and gives him a headache. Not just loud noises, but also endless and annoying ones. He can’t really handle people who talk a lot, especially if those people are talking to him.

Stupid Schemes

Tiho has enough sense in his head to try and avoid and discourage things that might end in utter disaster. Though he does have a tendency to get caught up in them anyway. He’s fine with cruelty, and those kinds of plans he’ll readily be part of, not out of cruelty but because he really doesn’t see what makes them so awful.

Pushy People

Sometimes people cling and pry, and try to get Tiho to talk or to include him more in conversations. He doesn’t like that at all. Being called out or made center of attention definitely doesn’t suit him, and around people he doesn’t know he can be rather withdrawn.

Alcohol

After a few memorable incidents with a drunk Tiho, he’s declared that he won’t have anything to do with the stuff. Well, he’s declared it about three times - he had to re-declare it a few times. He hates the way he gets when he drinks.

Specific Insults

There are a few specific insults that can truly piss Tiho off. Few people know all of them, and Tiho definitely finds it best that people don’t.

Strengths

Speed

Creative Intelligence

Inspiration

Going Unnoticed

Sensibility

Diplomacy

Weaknesses

Indecisiveness

Speaking Up for Himself

Leadership

Temper

Lack of Commitment

Easily Influenced

Relationships

Cresil

When people think of Tiho, they often think of Cresil. It seems these two have always known each other. Tiho's never had a problem wth Cresil's wanton violence and cruelty, and is ften Cresil's backup. Whatever Cresil wants him to do, that's just fine with Tiho. He may step in to apologize or smooth things over when things go too far. He likes to magine himself responsible, though frankly Tiho is very muc nvolved in causing the problems as well.

Buffy

Back in the days when Tiho was truly powerful, he and Buffy were arch-nemeses. Buffy likes to rub his might and glory in Tiho's face. Fortunately, Tiho has his own way of getting back, by making ominous predictions about Buffy's future and efusing the elaborate. It's an ongoing battle.

Belvedere

Tiho has always been fond of Bel. Very fond of Bel. They're quite similar, but different in all the right ways. Tiho rarely meets any truly classy gods, so being around Bel is a treat. Besides Cresil, Bel is the person Tiho is happiest to be told what to do by. Tiho sometimes meets Belvedere in the dream realm.

Tiras

Tiho has had it a point to avoid Tiras and their pure chaos energy. A few too many whirlwind adventures have taugt him that Tiras is nothing but trouble. Fun trouble, but trouble all the same. Tiras has seen Tiho at his most out-of-control.

Psamathe

It's nice to just have a friend, a real friend who likes sitting around togther without having to say anything. Tiho appreciates all of his friendships. But frankly, some of them can be - well, high-maintanence. Not Psamathe. If he needs someone to tand to th side with him and watch the chaos unfold, Psamathe is his first pick every time.

Rowan and Hayden

Tiho has very different opinions on these two. He's dealt with Rowan enoug to know that Rowan is deceitful and manipulative, and he steers clear of him. He doesn't trust a word Rowan says. Hayden, on the other hand, is quite nice. Tiho likes Hayden, and though they're not particularly close, he still definitely trusts the man.

Jabari

Tiho doesn't have a particularly strong opinion on Jabari. He thinks that Jabari is friendly, and seems quite likable, and perhaps if they got to know each other better they would be good friends.

Maddie

Tiho was created shortly after Maddie. While her world was nothing but chaos, Tiho and some of the early gods represented order: him, the futre, and his brother, the past, represented an end to the pure chaos of her world. For a while Tiho and Maddie resented each other. Tiho's willing to move on, but he's not totally sure Maddie has forgiven him for stealing her world. He tries to avoid her, unsure how to interact.

Backstory

WIP

Tiho is known much less than his brother. There was a time, long ago, when they were equals. When they were the two brothers, their worshippers followed both in conjunction. But Tiho - well, Tiho had always lingered in the background, trying to maintain the balance. People started to lose interest. They wanted the clash of good and evil, the epic sagas and wild stories other gods could provide. And more than that, they wanted a god of the future who would tell them their future. There were gods of divining, prophecy, seeing into the next day. That wasn’t Tiho’s domain. He didn’t see the future. He only controlled it. So his followers trickled away to more glamorous gods who kept their masses entertained or terrified, and a great many turned to Tiho’s brother. Unsure what to do with himself, not knowing how to reclaim his old power, Tiho shrunk into the background. The only way people remember him now is through his brother, and if Tiho fades from their memories - he knows very well what will happen to him.

Theme Song or Quote

I guess “Tomorrow Never Knows” by The Beatles.