Once, the sun and moon set in the sky exactly at the same hour, held in equal congregation, and reverence, set upon their works. Descending upon the people of man and woman, they stood as gods and goddesses, Sol and Solar, Lun and Luna, and gave their gifts upon humanity. They gave their very holy ichor, that which ran through their veins, into silver and gold chalices, of which they gave to their own followers, and imbued those who imbibed the substance a most gracious of powers.
Those of the moon, fast and agile, gave their worshippers they anointed the strength of tens, an army of knights, their armor emblazoned with the waning and waxing of the moon.
They of the sun, their fire undying, bequeathed upon their chosen peoples everlasting power and beauty, as bright and as shining as the star itself. The fire was theirs to control and use, to heal and protect.
As long as humanity drank from the cups of the moon and sun, there would never be a lack of patrons to the gods and goddesses.
But there was another. A comet. It smashed into the earth, triggering a cataclysm that shook the heavens themselves.
From the impact, rose a wretched figure. A deformed creature. Obol. It wandered the earth, looking at the sights and creations of the Moon and Sun with envy, and wanted to create a line of its own. And so It attempted to bless a few, unfortunate souls, but the creatures touch did not bless them, it twisted them, corrupting their bodies and minds, and Obol with wanting to spread its ‘gift’, to create more, horrid monstrosities, the great and holy Ones intervened on behalf of all humanity, destroying Obols form and scattering his mind to the winds. And thus, the Three Kingdoms rejoiced in peace again, grateful their gods had once again saved them, and they raised glasses, to new generations of peace!
Welcome to Astrea, land of the blessed and cursed. It has been 205 years since the downfall of Obol, and his subsequent dismantling. The Three Kingdoms, Eclipse, Flare, and Tide are in the midst of their annual celebration: The Great Blessing. It is then, led by the greatest and most devoted heads of their respected sects, that those that the gods favor are selected to be blessed with their great power. To drink of their blood, or, rarer still, to be granted their holy touch and presence. And you, you are among their number, to be granted this wonderful gift!
But not all is so grandiose and joyous. The few of the Comet still remain, still wandering the land, and somewhere, It stirs…as it will become whole.
Character Creation
Name:
Age:
Appearance:
Personality:
History/Bio:
Equipment/Weapons:
Blessings: Which god has chosen you? (P.S. If you leave it blank, I’ll choose for you.)
Trivia:
Gods and Goddesses:
The most holy of existences. There is one other god of Astrea, besides those of the Sun and Moon.
Sol and Solar:
The twins of the sun, the two are inseparable. They’ve been with each other for their entire existences, and as such will continue for eternity. Sol is stern and unyielding while his counterpart Solar is warm and caring, both countering each other out. However, when they get into disputes, it can take days to settle them, as they continue their petty squabbles well into the day. They are the eternal twins, everlasting in their endless cycles, forever present, yet not always watchful. They and the Moon Lovers were the first to bless humanity with their gifts, creating the Ray Bringers, their great cause, imbuing them with holy fire and youth.
Lun and Luna:
The married couple. The two are deeply affectionate for each other. Lun is a mischievous trickster who messes with all manner of moon related activities, leading to his wiry and swift form, while Luna is strong and ever watching, gazing upon the earth and watching for Lun’s next disaster. They are the two lovers, the two halves of the moon that changes constantly, and with it, Lun’s severity of tricks and Luna’s moods. They brought about the Knights of Lunar, trained with Lun’s swiftness and Lunas strength, fickle yet powerful, unpredictable, yet reliable, known to always appear to make it count.
Ombre:
The manifestation of the space between, Ombre is the calm, the empty. He follows wherever the other four go, always one step behind them. He is constantly quiet, and his appearance means either too little, or too much. He is never truly present, always somewhat scattered with his thoughts and minds. It is said that his followers are always followed by him, his presence clinging to them to hide them from Luna’s gaze. He is secretive, and stubborn, rarely giving up his information without a price. Those blessed by him are given the ability to meld into the shadows, and move undetected.
Factions:
The Ray Bringers: The great and graceful priests of the Sun, devout worshippers who bring their beauty and light to those who seek it. They are headed by Shidris of Eclipse, a profoundly devout blessed of Solar, whose conviction and words have seeded the minds of hundreds. They have continued Sol’s works, continuing to scatter Obols memories and collective thoughts.
The Knights Of Lune:
Valiant knights dressed in great armor, trained in the ways of blade and of strength.
They are fiercely loyal to their gods, Lun and Lunar, and will not hesitate to take extreme measures against any and all who dare sully the names of them. They slay the monstrosities of Obol, and have become adept at cleansing the horrid abberations with an almost inhuman ease.
The Painters of Shades:
The wills of Ombre, they carry out his acts and commit deeds in his name, operating from the shadows. They observe the other factions, detached from the mainline of society. Each of them is sworn to secrecy, and to void such an oath is death in and of itself. In the past they have started to collect and catalogue the past conflicts and deals of the gods, at Ombre’s behest, for whatever reasons he may have. The head of their group is yet to be revealed, as they are not a public group.
Children of the Comet:
Monsters. Corrupted beings, sullied by Obol’s touch and blood, their forms warped into wild creatures of all sorts of twisted forms imaginable. From beings with an uncountable number of wings and eyes, to monsters wreathed in tentacles, no two are ever truly alike in any sense.
Those, however, who have been corrupted the longest, start to grow flower like structures all over their body, the flowers thought by some to continue Obol’s corrupt touch and blessing.
Blessings:
Blessing of Sol and Solar:
Gain the power of fire, able to control it. Also gain a more youthful appearance in addition.
However, one becomes weaker when cooled.
Blessing of Lun and Luna:
Granted enhanced strength and speed, along with heightened vision.
Blessing of Ombre:
Gain the ability to meld into shadows, and walk within them without mostly being detected.
However, people can still hear you footsteps, and any bright light source will dampen the blessing.
Rules:
All general rules apply. Don’t be rude, don’t swear, and don’t double post.
For any NOT versed well with RP etiquette, or are just bored with your usual writing.
WARNING: 1 Character per person please and thank you.
I want at a minimum 3 players, hoping for 5-6. Not too many, just enough.
TIPS:
This is a medieval/dark fantasy look, but the main theme is still a bit undecided, as it has bits and pieces of everything. So get creative with your characters, if you can, please.
