Name: Deus
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Concept: The Swashbuckling Savior
Motivation: Fulfilling the tome's mission, finding her.
Intimacies:
- Tome of Grimoire - A self proclaimed title by the book, it was his savior as he wandered through the lands. Because of its seemingly endless knowledge, it has helped Deus and as such, wants to return the favor.
Vayla - The middle child. While Deus cared for all his immediate family, he found his connection the best with her and was more sadden at the fact he had to leave and possibly never see her again.
The Maiden: A woman that continuously appears in his dreams. However, the dreams slowly became re-occuring, and has Deus questioning who this woman is and his strange connection with her.
Biography // Tell-time
"The war against the Primodrials is over, now we can truly stand free as our own." Her voice collected in the wind and pierced his eardrums. He laughed, heaving the sword over his shoulder, letting sit tight in the straps above his right shoulder.
"Indeed. To think we have endured such trials."He said shortly, relaxing his arms from the tighten reflexes.
"Yes and now we live from other the Sun & Moon." She dismissively waved, her tail swaying the wind as they looked over the countless bodies. The Lunar glistened in the sun's light.
"And I could finally live with you."
-*-*-
Who would've thought this would it would end like this? His body feeling numb from the countless would inflicted through his body. His clothes, tarnished, bloodied and dirty by the very ground they walked on together. Was there effort all for naught? They joined forces in an effort to seek their own freedom and though his people began to take charge, he assumed there was a form of harmony. Why. Why did this have to happen? Why did she have to go through that torment? And why now that my rage has calmed and my body giving way have I not perished..I could still her words. He slowly raised his arms into the air, reaching out as the sun's rays beamed heavily down on him.
I'll wait for you. Forever. That's what she said, but how long is forever And he felt a force shove his hand down as his maker stood above him. His anima flaring as mountains seemed to come crashing down.
You're still alive? A troublesome opponent you are. This is the end though, SOLAR." He rose his great axe into the sky, the sun reflecting the silver edge on it. It made him smirk, if only as a reminder of her before it cleaved right through the wind and into his chest.. His body jerked for a minute and he felt the blood leaving. "This'll do you. Keep the weapon as a memento for the crimes you committed against all of creation.."And with note, the Dragon Child of Earth fled the scene. It didn't take him long to get out of ear shot.
And though his body was fading into the void, he felt a familiar presence above. Gazing up to see such a reminisce face, he could barely smile. "Looks like the plan might succeed."
-*-*-
Weird these reoccurring dreams were to this farm boy. The dream had been happening as of late for no apparent reason. Maybe it was because he secretly dreamed of becoming something more than a farmer in Cho-Holuth. It wasn't the best he could've have hoped for but he couldn't help the family he was born into. For the most part, he had to suck it up and help out in any possible way. The oldest of three, but particularly close to the middle child, his sister, it was an alright. As the oldest, he inherited a book. A blank one at that but something of a family heirloom, for when he started his own family or so his father thought. He didn't think much of it.
His family cared about him enough, and though somewhat strict because of the harsh conditions they lived in, he could only respect it. Only the strong survive and so of meager upbringings, they made their money in the way they knew. Growing crops wasn't all that bad aside from being out there in the sun all day and even then, after the work was all done and he made what little he did, he used to stash it away as a sort of savings. He was young, and with a young heart he loved going out somewhat into the wilderness for exploration. Sometimes his sister came and other time she chose to stay at home with their other brother or friends. How he would've loved to do the same thing, and though the life was decent, he wasn't necessarily content.
Why should they have to be in such meager conditions? Bah, he thought. Exploration always gave him something new to see, and it a kind of weird way, made him whole. That longing he couldn't necessary find at home, he found in the wilderness. However, it didn't come without a price.
For the last time he saw any part of his family, was the day he achieved something greater. As the animals of the east barred their fangs and he couldn't out run, he found himself cornered. Trapped. There was nowhere to run and it happened, as he felt his life about to fade. A bright gleaming light radiant over several feet, pushing the creatures back and away from them, but at a cost. He was the very thing his people feared, he was an anathema. Of course his sister promised to never tell.
Yet he brought shame to his family and so gathering his things in the depth of night, along with the heirloom as a memory and disappeared in to the night. There was no way he could survive, though for he had no life living in the wild or traveling such far distances.
He wasn't alone though, for that same heirloom that seemed so useless brought him great fortune. Much to his surprise, the book could speak to him as if they shared a link or mental between each other. And through its guidance, he was able to locate something of great use. Artifact of the old age before the world spun out of balance and before his people were put through that torment. It was only through the books semi omnisciences, is what got him living through the last 8 years alive. Concealing his heritage for the world was not ready for their return. However, the book told him it was time for liberation.
It was time for the sun to gleam golden once more. The book reminded him though; to keep on to the sword fore it would be his savior throughout his travels. It was then he was given a new name, a sort of rejection of his past and renewal. The booked named him Grimoire of the forsaken life Specifics, he didn't know, but for now as an affection name, he was dubbed "Grim "for short.
And they set out.
Attributes
Physical - Primary
Strength - 4
Speed - 5
Stamina - 4
Social - Tertiary
Charisma - 5
Manipulation - 1
Appearance - 3
Mental - Secondary
Perception - 3
Intelligence - 5
Wits - 3
Dawn Caste
Melee - 5
War - 5
Archery - 5
Presence - 5
Dodge - 5
Investigation -5
Survival - 5
Awareness - 5
Lore - 1
Stealth - 3
Athletics - 2
Integrity - 2
Linguistics - 1
- - Low Realm, Old Realm
Sail -1
Socialize - 1
Ride - 1
Virtues
Conviction - 5
Valor - 3
Compassion - 3
Temperance - 2
The Will of Grimoire
- - Though Deus proclaims himself to be quintessential thinker, he at times struggles with decision and the results of his actions. In times of extreme indecision, where Deus might even question his own morality, Grimoire will forcibly imprint his will on Deus to make the decision. Grimoire is more cynical than his later incarnation and has no qualms doing whatever it takes for the greater good no matter what the sacrifice.
- - Grimoire // Epitaph for the Forsaken // Artifact 5
Epitaph for the Forsaken
Deus came across this artifact shortly after his exaltation. The tome of Grimoire directed further south in the wilderness. The land was barren, and a wasteland and yet Deus felt an odd familiarity, as if he had been in this very spot some time ago. Grim instructed Deus to a nearby bouldered and asked him to move it. Though hesitant, Deus complied and discovered that the rock had been hollowed out from the bottom as if it were used for a prop of some sort. Underneath, a collection of bones along with a rust-stricken axe laid there. Oddly Deus fell some sort of unnatural sadness gazing at the body and yet he still knew not why. Grim asked him to placed the book where the heart would on the pair of bones, and as Deus complied with his orders a bright light flashed before his eyes. The pages flipped wildly and frivolously and for a brief second, on Deus head, spun an image of the golden sun. A Daiklave emerged from the pages of the book, the hilt slowly rose before revealing the length of the grand daiklave and placed itself in Deus' hand.
The true power of the blade is not blade's cleaving ability but rather, it's versatility. Over the many ages that Grimoire was alive, the grand daiklave was empowered by the souls of lost comrades through the many years of war and strife. Their abilities and powers were transferred to the weapon, allowing Grimoire to gain their powers with the sword being a catalyst. Each of the many forms represents a past ally or loved one of Grimoire, changing the appearance of the sword and to a smaller degree the user of the sword. However, the daiklave's forms can only be accessed with Grimoire deems Deus worthy. The book and daiklave are also a duo and must be within proximity of each other for access. As a result, Deus keeps the book strapped to him at all cost.
A smaller function of the Tome of Grimoire is to function as a holder of the sword in order to conceal Deus' Solar status amongst creation and as such, is only taken out during a time of need.
- - The Emerald Fang // Jade Daiklave // Artifact 2
The Emerald Fang
A simple daiklave Grimoire came across when he met a dying Fire Aspect. The sword was actually suppose to be given to his brother, Grand Emerald Fang, but due to Grimoire's urging, Deus decided to keep the blade to have to help hide his Anathema status.
The Charmed One
Shadow Over Water
Seven Shadow Evasion
Reflex Side Step
Dripping Swallow Defense
Essence Arrow Attack
Phantom Arrow Technique
Fire and Stones Strike
Hungry Tiger Technique
Call the Blade
Graceful Crane Stance
Spider Foot Style
Surprise Anticipation Method
Keen Sense Technique (Hearing)
Judge's Ear Technique
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