Fantasy The Heavens Need New Gods CS

[GumGumChomp]

Hey there! Thanks for being interested! Here are some quick rules for characters just to make sure everyone is on the same page.

The domains are Space, Time, Light, Darkness, Creation, Destruction, Life, Death, Freedom, Unity, Mind, and Soul. If you would like a different domain than those listed, we can talk about it, but don’t get your hopes up.

Your characters can be from any genre of universe, even established ones, but no canon characters.

Your characters are waking up to become Godlings in the game, so you haven’t done anything as gods yet.

With that out of the way, have fun!

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[Probably George]

Tuʘaln
(ʘ=clicking, Too-click-all-in)
Gender: Male
Age at Death: 383
Species: Sandman/Celestial
Domain: Mind
Universe (Genre or Established): Aranoug, collapsing plane (homebrew high level DND campaign with certain spells restricted)
Backstory: Tuʘaln was one of the first born in the already unstable plane of Aranoug, where the mind of a lich which was unwillingly transported from another plane into a sandstone deposit, slowly formed into a man who would emerge from the ground. Others from separate planes were born of slightly similar ways, and they all came together after trekking for centuries. Shortly after, various hell-spawn started coming into the plane.

Having discovered these things knew how to planeswalk, Tuʘaln and the other first born fought tooth and nail through hordes and unstable environments to find the tool the enemy was using to traverse the planes. They figured it was a hollowed out meteorite that could be controlled to planeswalk to nearby planes. Unfortunately as they neared the meteorite, the group had become overwhelmed. Tuʘaln single handedly held the line as his kin escaped. Right as his group had taken over the meteorite, they witnessed the line collapsing and knew that Tuʘaln had not made it, so then went on without him.
Personality: Like an slightly condescending old man always looking to trick you in some way. Tuʘaln looks to get the most value he can from an individual, although doesn't treat everyone as expendable. Someone who is not useful now can be made useful. When caught in a good mood he can come off like a sage, or a drunk philosopher living in a barrel. He has a lot of "wisdom" and takes it personally when others disagree with it.

 

[Gravitational Force]

Name: Isaac Malkovich/Geron

Gender: Male

Age at Death: 30

Species: Human

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Domain: Death

Universe: A mundane Earth.

Backstory: A mundane Human who was accidentally pushed onto train tracks while traveling to work, Isaac was surprised to discover that not only did a multiverse exist, so did gods. And that he'd become the God of Death. He's currently taken on a new form and name for his role, although he switches between it and an idealized version of his living body.

Personality: Discovering how small his existence was in the grand scheme of things compared to his current one, Isaac/Geron's personality has gained a nihilistic streak. He has a harder time caring about things other than his own amusement and doesn't really know what he wants to do right now. He's nice enough as long as someone doesn't upset him.

 

[argotNaut]

NAME: Savannaiul noro Hvann Teisannikala
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎Heiress Nayla of Hwan, Blessed by Stars' Smile

GENDER: Female
AGE AT DEATH: 12
SPECIES: Child of Prophecy | Celestial
DOMAIN: Light
UNIVERSE: Plains of Hantissa, a medieval-esque plane devastated by wild magic. Instead of several "greater" gods, the world had an expansive system of minor deities, which existed for just about any notion conceivable; such gods were seen as all but barbaric, however, and were brutally repressed, inadvertently causing the energy of the world to flare up.

BACKSTORY: "Once lived a king, noble and kind; an august tree sheltering all who be. Beset by troubles, he tainted the realm in worry, and the worrisome realm devoured his soul. Once lived a king—no more, no more."

The world of Hantissa was steady and prosperous for as long as it existed, home to numerous nations under the rule of a single monarch. Sadly, all was to vanish in an instant. When old King Savna, driven by an uprising of natives against spirits—which is how the people came to regard gods—burned down the sacred sites, it was only a matter of time before great punishment fell on the kingdom. The sacrilege was carried out by magic, itself a gift from the divine, thus all magic in Hantissa turned on its users, burning groves and shattering stones. Bustling civilizations that matured for millennia fell silent in a matter of seconds, never to raise their voice again.

Nayla was born from Savna's direct descendants, several decades after the cataclysm. Her family was unable to hear the voice of the divine, but even they understood that their daughter attracted spirits for a reason. She could speak to birds, her songs would echo through waters, even the sun shone brighter when the heiress smiled. Though it wasn't immediately clear, she, along with several other children, was chosen by the divine to let the land heal through innocence and purity. Rumours began to circulate as soon as she left to journey through the ravaged plane, but she didn't pay them no mind. Driven by an unknown sense of longing, the girl went from town to town, calming magic and healing destruction with the sound of her voice.

However, this too was soon to be lost. Her brother, eager to help, thought of Nayla as a perfect sacrifice and killed her for the gods. Even though she could feel the world itself get mad with anger, Nalya couldn't bear keeping her eyes open and correcting him. After she wakes up from this strange, painful dream, she will definitely help her brother with the ritual that... What was it again?

PERSONALITY: At first glance, Nayla seems like the epitome of all good there is in the world. She is kind and calm, her knowledge is vast, shining in minute details. No matter the person, the heiress can find just the right word to say to them, always ready to help regardless. One cannot catch her doubting anything; the spirits taught her that the world was shaped by oneself, in turn a greater self, so why wouldn't she treat all those that play a part in that? However, she is yet to confront the reality of her death, as she has remained asleep up until meeting the other gods. How would she change when her duties set in, too?

 

[Lily_G]

Name: Dietrich Valdez - Bereus (/bɛrɪəs/)
Gender: Male
Age at Death: 729

Species: Morphia, a humanoid race living in the nocturnal planet Veliar. Aside from thousands of years as average lifespan, better sensory system and darkness or shadow-related abilities in selected few individuals, they are just human.

Appearance: Dietrich is a good looking man with average height and averagely well built physique. Like other Morphians, he had a pitch black hair that cannot be dyed regardless or substances or powers used. Also, his red eyes will glow brightly whenever he use his racial abilities. After becoming Darkness God Bereus, it will instead glows whenever immense power is used.

Domain: Darkness

Universe: Unnamed universe with complicated magics, advanced technologies and established interplanetary managements like United Planets or Universe Health Organization

Backstory: Dietrich was one of the top members of the Central Assassination Organization. While alive, he took on an alias Erebus and made that name renowned throughout planets for being highly efficient as all of his past jobs were successfully completed, all but one that costed him everything.

Personality: On the surface, Dietrich seems to be a gentle and friendly man who probably has easier time socializing than breathing. To those not knowing his true color, he usually sports a very amicable smile and emits an air that make him easily perceived to be a kind and harmless person. But in reality, he is extremely capable and cunning. As someone with a job that regularly deals with life threatening matters, he is highly quick-witted and observant, able to detect non-verbal language from any species his universe has to offer and then able to use them to his most advantage. He is also ruthless and sadistic, enjoying things like fighting and hurting others while having high confidence in his own abilities. However, he is the type that will do everything and anything to complete his goal. Hence, when it comes to his job, he will approach it calmly and pragmatically and won't hesitate to throw away a chance of having fun if it has the tiniest chance of hindering the success of whatever task assigned to him.

Due to his past, Dietrich has an extreme soft spot for young girls. In front of one, he genuinely becomes kind and caring big brother who will do anything for that girl's well being. How extreme you ask? Despite what mentioned earlier, he will openly show irrational and emotional tendencies, even during the critical moment of his job. For instance, he was once tasked to kill the king of one of the most powerful planets in the universe. At first, he had no problem with any defense the royal palace could come up with and managed to reach the throne room in no time. After killing everyone in that room except for the young princess whose presence was unexpected, he found the room to be magically sealed, with the easy way to escape was killing that princess who was the caster. Instead, that's where the tale of legendary assassin Erebus ended.

 

[Snackofthefuture]

Logan Demeter

Lord of Lands, Master of Control, King over Kings

Shrax Al' Anew Sayah

Gender: Male
Age at Death: 97
Species: Human
Domain: Unity
Universe (Genre or Established): (Kind of Sci-Fi) Logan was originally from a world similar to the Earth most well established. This world, that was so wonderfully similar to Earth had one, honestly rather significant flaw. It was ruled by a brutal authoritarian regime.
So basically Fascist Earth.

Backstory:
Logan has always been a man of the people, a man who wished to give all he could to those people, to lift up those people and give them the happy lives and freedoms they deserved. However Logan was a clerk. He was a desk jockey. A cubicle Goblin one might say. Go to work 9 and a half hours a day, 7 days a week, with an hour and a half of mandatory physical fitness exercises to boot. Logan was born into this system however, and the system itself is hundreds of years old. Logan has never known the freedom and happiness he yearns for; In fact, he has not even the slightest clue what it would even look like.

He spent his life as a clerk, filing files, checking cabinets and storing supplies, putting all his time and effort into the government that controlled and monitored his every move. Logan was not sad though, he was not miserable or depressed. He knew what everyone around him knew. That all the work, all the struggle, the pain, it had purpose. It went into a machine that would protect them, feed them, and one day maybe, give them happiness.

All Logan had to do to help his brethren and himself one day claim these things, was work. Work for 10 years, then another 10 years, another 10 years, 10 more years, 10 more rounds of 365 days, 3650 more days, 87,600 more hours...

By this point Logan knew he would die before anything he was promised was given to him. The advancements of their society made it capable and probable given his experience in his work that he would get another 50 years of giving back to the beloved overseers. But Logan had long ago lost his desire for any of the future gifts they promised. All Logan wanted truly anymore, was to bring it all crumbling down. To bring his people together and melt the bonds that kept them apart. And the day he lost the grip that held him back, was the day he began to do just that

Sometimes the greatest revolutions are brought about by the smallest of deaths. In 15 years, Logan changed from a clerk to a conqueror. Going from one hab block to the next, one building to the other, never stopping, never resting, barely eating. Logan brought his people together and together they brought everything down.

The last two years of Logan's life were spent in a cryo pod speeding away from a ruined Earth before finally smashing headlong into the remnants of another wasted planet.

Personality:
Logan is disciplined, methodical, driven and possibly crazy.
Enjoys long walks, Long talks and stringing up the oppressors that murdered his wife.
Logan is or maybe was a good man in his previous life, depending on who you'd ask, but if you asked him he'd probably tell you he was. He'd tell you that despite the atrocities, despite the destruction, despite everything. It was still better than the dehumanizing slavery that life had been called on his homeworld. He would tell you that he would have chosen suicide if he hadn't thought it selfish. His life could not be wasted like the lives of the ones he'd lost. He would change things, make them better, no matter the cost.
And before he got into that cryo pod, to launch out into space for who knows where for who knows how long; He smiled, looked back at the mushroom clouds in the distance and clapped his hands together once as if to say. "I've done well."

 

[pow]

name. rupert, the archduke's cat
gender. male
age at death. six years old
species. cat
appearance. he has all the makings of a common housecat, but will still insist that he is one quarter chantilly-tiffany on his father's side. his pelt, inky black, is less impressive than, say, a devon rex or tonkinese, much to his chagrin, and he is insecure about his eyes, which are not siamese blue but domestic shorthair yellow. he is the epitome of averageness, and what's worse is that he has grown—and these are his words alone—a mite tubby in his adult life from one too many milk puddings.

domain. freedom
universe. a high fantasy steampunk world sitting atop a flat disc. everything is gold filagree and thick clouds. there are no humans here, but radiantly beautiful elves and their cousins, a homely featured, grey skinned race of goblins. they travel by airship and hunt cosmic whales that orbit the planet on long starry odysseys.

backstory. rupert has never known the thrill of space-ventures, but has lived the entirety of his short life off the ground anyway. he was born in a floating palace and is the son of a humble kitchen cat. though, on the archduke's fourth birthday, was gifted by palace maids to be a loyal companion for the little master. he is the most established of his siblings (who have all become derelict mouse chasers) and the most royal, going on to live a life they could only envy from afar.

but rupert was unfamiliar with long, ongoing politics (on account of being a cat) and subsequently unaware of the dangers the archduke faced later in his adolescence when the king fell ill and named him heir to the throne instead of an illegitimate prince during a time of economic instability. the archduke died a suspicious two months later when his airship's engine exploded, sending him, his loyal servants, and most treasured pet careening into a snowy mountainside.

personality. godhood has allowed rupert to revisit his memories with fresh perspective. there is depth now, and he remembers more than warm laps and fish paté. he finds he misses his master dearly and that rebirth has left him lonely. it is, however, undignified for a cat to seek out company and so he wanders the realms in isolation. though, on occasion, rupert will indulge himself with a champion should they worship him fittingly, or, if he's feeling particularly mischievous, will offer his gifts a la monkey's paw and watch a mortal spiral to their demise.

 

[Crimson Baron]

Name: Liliana G. Romanov / Ririel, Goddess of Creation

Gender: Female

Age at Death: 15

Species: Human

Domain: Creation

Universe: The world that geographically and scientifically resembles our own. The difference is that gods were more real at some point. They had left major impacts on pages of history through artifacts, a term used to describe divine item that let its user exercise various powers of the gods. With the existence of artifacts that are usually managed by a country’s royal family, monarchy is still the most common ruling system in this world.

Backstory: Liliana is the younger princess of Russia, one of the four founding countries of prospering Eurasia empire. It is the most powerful faction in the world based solely on their possession of almost half of artifacts worldwide as well as 4 of the 7 Mythical Artifacts, the best artifacts in the world.

Liliana recently left her home to enroll London Academy, the Academy Island’s most prestigious high school reserved for nobles and elite students of Eurasia only. In addition to normal subjects, it has a focused education on artifacts and was famed for settling everything in the school through artifact duels where even death was possible. However, unlike her genius and talented brother, Liliana didn't have ability to top score any subject. In addition, she lacked skill to use strong artifacts and couldn't even use basic ones properly. While such lackluster result was already decent considering the outstanding background of the school, it couldn't be tolerated for a princess of Eurasia's founding countries. With adults and politics behind the scene, and with a bit of current student like her brother's help, Liliana was rumored to be the strongest and most talented student this school ever had, to the point that no one would dare to challenge her knowing that she was a very strong and ruthless artifact fighter who could accidentally kill her opponent with ease. In addition, due to how talented she was, the school had to prepare an exclusive special test for her so that her score wouldn't always be perfect and ruined the grading system.

With that setting, Liliana started her school life. And it was only her 2nd day at school that she was publicly challenged to a duel by the crown princess of China, the fellow founding country. Before the school board had a time to arrange anything, the duel started. With how her reputation was, her opponent didn't hesitate to open the fight with her heirloom Mythical Artifact. And of course, Liliana was killed on spot.

Personality: Originally, Liliana is a shy and reserved girl who doesn't have much confidence. The fact that she always lived in her brother's shadow didn't help. She is also kind-hearted and doesn't like conflict, going as far as to accept any disadvantages or complicated methods if it helps her prevent conflict and violence. Despite being a princess, she is humble and always treat those below her with kindness and respect. In addition, she is highly altruistic and will never say no when people ask for favors or helps.

Before going to London academy, she was having a month long intensive course on how to act like the strongest person in the world. As a result, she now gives a first impression of cool and strong girl who will never say no to any challenge or problem thanks to unlimited confidence in her own capability. If challenged to a fight, she could come up with a grandiose tale or two to make herself look so awesome and discourage her potential opponent. If still pressed, she could show limitless mercy and accepted whatever term requested by her opponent just so that her hand won't get dirty crushing them. If it goes beyond that... well, the last time it happened she died.

 

[Chocolate_chip]

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Life

New God

Name

Namora Animaru

nickname.s

Mora, Nami

Age at Death

22

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05.01.2008

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  Namora is lithe and lean. This enables her to be light on her feet.

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
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  Namora is hostile and aggressive, she was shaped to be this way after years of living in a harsh environment. She isn't one to allow people to trample all over her. One of the few things her parents thought her was that to survive in this world you have to be willing to go after what you wanted. Namora's never had a problem taking what she needed whether that be the last piece of meat or someone's weapon. She's willing to do whatever it takes to survive.
  
  Namora is an inherently selfish person. She was groomed to be this way by her parents. They held the belief that being kind got you nowhere in this new apocalyptic world. Namora puts herself first most times and is solely focused on herself Although she likes to believe that she can grow to care for people her track record says otherwise. When she's put in a difficult situation she isn't afraid to do what it takes to get ahead even if that means causing another person's downfall.
  
  It takes her a long time to warm up to people and she isn't exactly a people person. She finds most people annoying to be around. This is why at first she can come across as aloof and uncaring. Namora believes she can only rely on herself and if given the chance people will just disappoint her or betray her.
  
  She hasn't come to terms with being a god. She is somewhat conflicted as she hoped after her death she would finally be freed from the nightmares constantly chasing her. However, she is also glad to finally be given a chance to live after years of simply surviving.
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

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  Namora's universe is an apocalyptic version of Earth. In her Earth, it's the year 2030 and the world has been disseminated by grotesque monsters that some people claim hail from hell. The truth is nobody knows where these monsters came from the only fact that is known is that they have a taste for human flesh. The military power of most nations was no match for these monsters. In a matter of months, Earth had changed forever. The few surviving humans built walls and other barriers putting space between them and the bloodthirsty monsters that craved their flesh.
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  Namora was born in one of the underground cities. Her parents were too poor to afford a place behind the walls. These underground cities were less secure than the areas behind the walls. Most of the humans residing underground were victims of frequent attacks from the bloodthirsty creatures. This included Namora's original birthplace which fell to the monsters leaving many dead including her brother Nen. Her elder brother died protecting her. His death was quite traumatic and years after the incidents she still had nightmares about the event. Although her parents never said it she knew they would have preferred if she had died that day. After all her brother was strong and a provider while she was smaller, and could barely catch a fish on her own.
  
  After the downfall of their city, Namora and her parents traveled the wastelands. They would occasionally stay in makeshift towns or underground cities but never long enough to build roots. Namora was forced to become more independent by her parents. They had this tactic of abandoning her for days on end when they would travel. The first time they did this she called out for them until her throat was too sore to continue. The second time they abandon her she almost dies after being attacked by a wild animal. This attack caused her to receive a deep scar running from one side of her face to the next. It took her quite a while until she was able to adapt to her harsh environment. Namora last saw her parents when she was 16, she thought they would return for her like they always but that never happened. To this day she is unsure of their fate. This is what makes her the most worried as she doesn't know whether they are alive or dead.
  
  After a few years of scavenging the devastated lands and hopping from place to place alone, she met a boy around her age. They both had been staking out the same animal to catch for meat and ended up getting in each other's way. At first, she tried to ignore him and would distance herself away from him. Although she at times hated solitude she knew in this world that she could only rely on herself. After saving her from a lone monster, Zion finally wormed his way past her defenses. Namora slowly began to open up to him. Eventually, they fell in love and were generally happy. After years of roaming the wastelands, she finally found someone to keep her company. Namora's life would once again change when one night a monster was able to sneak past their defenses. This monster was one she had never encountered before. Knowing only one of them could survive Namora decided to sacrifice Zion so she could live. When they were both running from the monster she stabbed him hoping to use him as bait so she could run away. It is something she still feels guilty about and often times she rationalizes her decision by telling herself it was either her or him.
  
  Namora spent the last few years of her life in misery. The loneliness she felt drove her insane and this only worsen when she would get hallucinations of Zion and her brother Nen. Almost in a bit of karmic justice, Namora would meet her downfall to the same monster who killed Zion years prior.
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
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  After years of using weapons she can use swords, knives, and guns. Whilst she can use a variety of weapons her weapon of choice is a sword.

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

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[GrieveWriter]

Name: Bishop Bloodstrider
Gender: Female
Age at Death: 68 Turns
Species: Bishop-Class Divine Construct
Appearance:

Domain: Destruction
Universe: In the universe Strider hails from, most mortal races are never able to advance beyond their solar system before a supernova or some such other cosmic force wipes them out, so the majority of space has been taken over by two cosmic entities known as the Sovereigns. The Black King and White Queen are primordial forces of unending power, only held at bay by each other. Their initial skirmish was what created the universe, and most cosmic horrors' are the results of them fruitlessly trying to rid themselves of the other.

After finding mortal life amidst what they considered their battlefield, the Sovereigns grew obsessed with influencing them in certain directions. The Sovereigns now knew that direct confrontation between the two would put the mortals in danger, but their desires for the lesser beings ran in complete opposition with each other. So instead, they crafted massive armies to wage war far from where Mortal Life could reach, and staked the fate of mortals on who could win certain battles or fronts. Each turn grew longer as these Armies developed, advancing their tactics and breaking stalemates, and soon they were able to continue the war all on their own.

With a method for deciding winners in place, the Sovereigns left their armies to the War and resumed their obsessive watch over mortal life, letting countless of their own creations slaughter each other endlessly.

Backstory: Like all Pawns, Bloodstrider had no name, no method to tell her apart from the countless number of her comrades aside from her voice. Like many, she dreamed of standing out amongst her fellow Pawns, to slaughter the White Queen's children to such an extent that she could shift the front of the entire war. But she was not blind to the survival rating of pawns, most were killed in their first battle, with only a select few even being able to earn names before they were drained of their blood.

But she wasn't like them, she was more thoughtful than most Pawns, and so quickly gained a reputation for leading from the back. She coordinated her comrades instead of rushing into the fray, utilizing their eagerness to survive a number of battles before her talents were noted by one of the Knights she was serving under. He took a liking to her, and made her part of his Retinue. Serving under a Knight brought opportunities, but beyond that, it brought recognition. No longer was she just one of the countless nameless Pawns fighting across the universe, now she was one of Knight Captain Shellsplitter's Regulars.

She served for several turns with the Regulars, who moved around supporting different fronts with their numbers. There she gained enough credit for her tactical maneuvering for Shellsplitter to reward her with increased gear privileges. After having her legs blown off in one battle and the shapers messing up her replacements, she chose a jagged walking stick for aid. She would continue using that walking stick for the rest of her time with the Regulars, even after getting better legs. But as with all who participate in the Sovereigns' War, Shellsplitter eventually met his match on the Battlefield.

When he died, the Bishops in control of the area began divvying up his forces to send to other regions. But they had also taken note of Strider, who had long since gained a reputation for helping Shellsplitter through some of the more taxing engagements. She was put under the employ of a bishop for several turns before becoming one herself, chosen by the Black King personally to be raised to the vaunted position.

Bishops were a different breed, a class of decision makers who played the part of direct liaisons to the Sovereigns'. They were rare compared to most, and often went above and beyond to keep themselves far from danger. But Bloodstrider never got the chance, as one of the White Queen's Bishops had caught wind of her ascension. Knowing how potentially dangerous a new bishop could be, the White Queen's Bishop launched a full-scale assault on the factory world that Bloodstrider was assembling her fleet on.

And though the invading force would be repelled, Bloodstrider was lost in a vicious orbital bombardment that annihilated her Temple before it could ever leave the planet.

Personality: Bloodstrider holds the same reverence for her King that all of her kind share, and a deep understanding of the glory of a challenge. Anything that rises to an apex without facing significant struggle has no right to be there, and only through a crucible of effort could they earn a place in the cosmos. This inherent knowledge led her to the front of countless battlefields, where she deigned to put the White Queen's children through a similar crucible for every inch they took. Bloodstrider did the duties of a bishop far before she was raised to that status, orchestrating battlefields and weaving offensive and defensive tactics for entire turns.

The fact they were fighting over the fate of lesser beings was inconsequential, Mortal Beings had no place in the Sovereigns' War after all. That being said, the knowledge that the White Queen would coddle and baby such creatures, deny them the chance to prove themselves, only made the slaughter of her creations more sweet.

Strider was robbed, plain and simple. She had a long career of battles ahead of her, guiding armies and holding entire quadrants, only to be slain before her first official campaign. The loss of each Bishop was horrid, but to die before being able to Bring the Black King's wrath to even one enemy installation? It was an insult Strider will not let go of.​