This an archive and informational site for the original character Dawa created by @godweaver. On this site you will find biographies, timelines, galleries, lore, world building, etc. all revolving around Dawa and their original canon titled 10 Million Colors.continue?

10 MILLION COLORS is the canon in which Dawa resides in. Here is a very brief overview of the overall story.

Dawa was a deity born in a place called The Motherland. It’s a giant isolationist city state that is highly religious and is home to several deities. Deities are like minor gods, born to humans and cared for by the religious group that more or less governs the land. The Motherland has been in a stagnant state, it’s becoming more and more odd as the days go by. Sleepy and muted.Dawa, as a deity, is ‘colorless’. ‘Colors’ refer to a person’s soul in a sense. Their ‘color’ is a reflection of their self, experiences, mind, soul, etc. Generally speaking younger people have paler colors because they have less experience and know less about themselves. And darker colors happen when someone has had a lot of experiences and processes them differently. Deities are ‘colorless’ because they are meant to serve and adapt to humans, thus they saturate the colors of the people around them. This is represented by ‘branches’ or multiple arms on the deity. The more arms a deity has the more powerful they are considered.Dawa however never gained any branches despite being very studious and desperate to be a good and helpful deity. Evidently however Dawa was given divine intervention by their gods and tasked with ending the world. Dawa now has to collect everyone’s ‘colors’ in order to do so. While very unhappy with this, Dawa decides to go through with their God’s holy task and wishes to end the world peacefully and gently. In turn Dawa grows millions of branches, that sort of exist detached from their physical body but still hold a form. They’re covered by Dawa’s billowing sleeves mostly. After Dawa ends the world they then have to reconstruct the Motherland with the colors they collected making them the new God.

WHAT DOES THE EYE SEEK, IF NOT YOU AND IF NOT ME? THE COLOR TELLS ALL, THIS COLOR IS IMPOSSIBLE .Wargod ; is a misnomer. I am neither War nor God. Perhaps I bring war and perhaps I hail from divinity, but to reign over such wretchedness, I would cry .

[ i. basics ]FULL NAME. Dawa [ origins, tibetan for moon / monday ]NICKNAMES. n/aTITLES. Curator of World’s End, The Blinding Light, The Motherland’s Betrayer, War God, Salvation’s Child, Killer of the Myriad God, Color Collector, Thousands Year DeityDATE OF BIRTH. June 19th
AGE. physically , they remain in their late twenties. 28 is a good approximation. Their features are round and youthful naturally, so they may appear slightly younger when cosmetics are not applied.> in relation to their true age, it varies by verse. They are always good into adulthood (between mid twenties - early thirties), and in primary verses they are well over thousands of years.GENDER. Fluctuates , fluid.
> they / them - she /her - he / him
ORIENTATION. Pan. ( preference for ladies etc. )SPECIES. Deity, of The Motherland specifically, a region extremely religious and spiritual, isolationist.
ETHNICITY / RACE. Tibetan , [ they come from a fictional place called The Motherland, but their lineage is based on the east asian region of Tibet ]OCCUPATION. Monk - World’s End Curator - God
EDUCATION. All that they learned in the formative years came from the temples and monasteries sprinkled around the region. They were a very good student.
RELIGION. Myriadism , the worship of the myriad God and the colors it bled.

[ ii. external ]HEIGHT. 5 ft, 2 in.
WEIGHT. 120 lbs.BUILD. athletic.EYES. dark brown, almost black
HAIR. black , either shaved down close or extremely long , depending on the time period
COMPLEXION. TanSCARS. A few, mostly from their youth.
TATTOOS. Many , all on the arms
PIERCINGS. Ears
ATTIRE. Varies from time period to time period.> During their time as a monk, Dawa wore what can be described as typical buddhist robes. Simple saffron colored robes and long trains of fabric wrapped around in certain ways. They could be situated to be long and drifting near the ground, or bundled up around their legs for manual labor or when it got hotter. During the winter months of chillier days, a white chupa dress could be worn beneath, with billowing sleeves and embroidered and embellished collars and cuffs. Furs can also be worn as useful accessories for further warmth in the frigid climates. Bells and small censer are often worn around for prayer, and a medium sized golden ring is used as an anchor for the fabric.> As time went on however, Dawa’s attire would change frequently. Currently Dawa does not abide by their previous ascetic lifestyle and does indulge in the much more opulent and material wealth. They are not attached to it, and could leave behind even their favorite of ceremonial garb and jewelry if they truly wished. Dawa’s attire has become nearly garish in its flamboyance but they find it to be so much fun. Their wardrobe is heavy, being mostly heavily embroidered and beaded fabrics sewn into familiar silhouettes of their culture. They wear a lot of jewelry, primarily beaded ornaments, baubles, and bracelets and earrings. Their favorite stone is turquoise. Their favorite color is red.NOTABLE TRAITS. Dawa’s facial features are round and subtle, giving off a cheerful and youthful appearance. They are spry, their physique while petite carries some musculature as their time as a monk delt in physical labor from time to time. Dawa often wears make - up, specifically in their time following monkhood and after the curation period. The most notable traits are as follows:> Horns, Gods Have Horns, per the depictions of the myriad. Gods Have Horns is a very specific and seriously considered trait. Both representative of divinity and evil spirits, horns are that of power, viciousness, and solitude. Horned animals are all considered to be holy in some way shape or form. Deities often wear horn representations to denote their status and power. Thus, when Dawa sprouted two very real horns on their head one night, it was seen as an omen.Dawa’s horns are protruding from their upper forehead, approximately six inches above their head. They are fleshy and upon touch can be assumed to have bone beneath the skin. Their horns are fairly sensitive, and bumping one too hard is comparable to hitting your funny bone on your elbow.> Arms / Branches, Deities are blessed with branches or multiple arms. The number of arms a deity has denotes their power, influence, and closeness to the myriad. Each arm is seemingly tattooed with a different color and pattern. This is referred to as ‘saturation’. Deities develop their branches over time and it’s common for most deities to have at least five branches. Dawa, for a very long period of time, had none. But things change, things happen, and you become a God.Within these sleeves carries an impossible amount of arms. Dawa has around 10 million arms at current which are semi attached to their being. They move around eerily within the fabric and many of them can pop out of the sleeves and wave hello. They are not exactly attached to Dawa themself but are only partially corporeal.Dawa’s branches are a representation of the many people of the motherland’s souls. Each soul has been saturated into Dawa, and each color is a person’s soul, experiences, feelings, memories, etc. in a color. Dawa can call upon a person’s color using certain tools (prayer wheels, palette, etc.). Calling upon the souls have various uses to Dawa, whether it be help in battle, through their solitary journey to enlightenment, or as a means of creation.

[ iii. internal ]POSITIVE TRAITS. Passionate, kind, altruistic, unflappable, open minded.
NEUTRAL TRAITS. Confident , blunt.
NEGATIVE TRAITS. busy - body, vain, cryptic, stubborn.MORAL ALIGNMENT. Lawful good - neutral good / true neutralLIKES. Textile design, mask making, more tactile arts (mixed-media, sculpting etc.), eating, religious studies, travelling.
DISLIKES. Poor quality goods, being ignored, sad stories.SUMMARY. Dawa has changed a lot over the years. Currently Dawa is a God-like entity overseeing the destruction and rebuild of their homeland, as the previous god is ailing. Dawa is a very kind person but sometimes it seems their kindness is faux due to their occasionally blunt personality. Their comments and observations can come off as cruel but they’re always spoken cheerfully and with a smile. In actuality though Dawa is in fact a genuinely kind and caring person, to the extent where it’s detrimental to themself. They haven’t socialized with anyone in a great number of years, besides talking to their yak Jinpa. So Dawa’s social graces may be rusty but still they like having fun and also getting on people’s nerves.Dawa is very curious and has become much more analytical over time as opposed to basing everything on emotion. They enjoy teasing others in good fun and making friends. Their tone of voice is like a constant hum, sing song in nature but can also easily become a whisper, sickeningly sweet, very polite and formal. There’s something innately sharp about them now, whether it be their sharp tongue or no - nonsense nature, but their previously child-like innocence have fallen, revealing maturity and danger. They’ve shifted from a lawful good alignment to a true-neutral / chaotic neutral alignment. While they are privy to doing good and right by others, their morals have gone grey and less than righteous.They still hold a lot of guilt in their heart about what’s happened to their homeland and it being their fault. But they’ll get over it eventually. They are a proud being despite the guilt that weighs on them, they walk and talk with poise and confidence. They wish for everyone around them to be beautiful, not in a horribly judgemental way but because beauty breeds self - esteem and that has helped Dawa greatly over the years. Dawa is now post ascension and is nearly fully God, minus the creation abilities that will be bestowed to them on their remnants god’s final breath.morality of this godling.They’re naturally kind and this can seem very strange to others. They are still altruistic and it is to a fault. Their kindness and forgiveness knows no bounds and they are harshly stubborn still. This kindness of theirs comes in many forms. From a soft compliment and gentle musings of wisdom and helping someone along with their day to strict and harsh scolding and lectures. They have a wide array of teaching methods that they had picked up from the previous deity and caretaker Miakako. They believe that their time should not be spent learning of the world alternate to what was the Motherland and try to form a new world in it’s place. They also want to teach others of wisdom, forgiveness, and other heavenly virtues. They still, as they were a child, have issues finding evil in others. They still think that the vast amount of people who are considered evil they can forgive and offer a new life in the Motherland. But even so with their very kind and warm disposition they do have a personality outside of that holy and somewhat prideful guise.Dawa, Curator of world’s end, brought upon the gentle conclusion to the Motherland single-handedly. They had become a God by ascending to the heavens to greet and lay the previous Multi-God, Many Gods, One God, to rest. While their intention for the motherland was kind, to rock the ailing world to a soft death, it was still a great undertaking to collect all the colors (souls) of everyone, deities included. They were met with resistance, mobs and violence. But even then they managed. It hurt them, pained them to do so. It felt unfair. Dawa, because of this had a difficult time accepting their fate.It was traumatizing and they try to ask their God, who never answers back, why they had to do such a thing. It pained their heart and pained their soul. They know themselves to be holy and that they had to for the greater good, for the rebirth and the light, but it was still so painful. Dawa misses their home at times, and they still feel an immense amount of guilt. They are very lonely as they wander the planes of existence out of time. Dawa has depression, depression that causes them much sorrow. They know they can get through it but such as life, and such as death, they cannot leave and they do not know when they can become one with the universe. At times they wish to end their life but they know it is impossible. Dawa cannot die. Only ascend.EXTENDED. Dawa is empty. In the pit of their soul. They are hollow, full of nothing. While they are bright and shining as the sun, the light is blinding so you cannot see the smile waver. Dawa is a kind person, a pushover who takes on too many tasks for too many people. They strive to please and want everyone’s smiles to be as wide as their own. And genuine.Dawa shines brightly because they have to. They feel obligated to continue on as the sunshine in the sky. People look up to them, see them as a shining example of how anyone should act. That pressure has caused them to rid themself of all self, in a detrimental way. Dawa has convinced themself to an extent that this person they are, is them. That they were not molded and shaped by their surroundings, their perception of who they are. Dawa was always Dawa. Dawa is kind, merciful, loving, generous, hopeful. They are every positive trait that they were told.Their happiness comes last. No amount of convincing, no matter how enticing and realistic, no matter if they feel a genuine burst of excitement or cheer they knew deep down something is wrong. Fully aware of their hollowness Dawa is lazy when it comes to their own self care. Physically and mentally. Neglecting their health but not realizing the depression because they are still able to go about and do responsibilities, perform their charade for the masses. They will say ‘I am not depressed, I am not anxious, I am not stressed’ because it is simply easier to live in blissful ignorance, self inflicted.To speak to Dawa you will find pleasantness and jubilance. They speak excitedly, happy to hear of your exploits and of your passions. While they listen, and imagine what it would be like to have exploits and passions. They certainly do, somewhere. Dawa enjoys artistry of the 3-d variety. Sculpting, weaving, mask making, sewing, etc. They like to wander about aimlessly, take their daydreams elsewhere. They enjoy sleeping in the sun and listening keenly to others problems but never offering advice.Dawa’s facial expression tells a lot of their personality. A quiet smile, content and serene with no sign of ill intent. They are mellow and calm, but not stoic. They have bloomed into a beautiful flower holy. Their aura around them is innately divine as when one comes close , just feeling their presence is otherworldly. They strive to be pleasant on first meeting. But over time, past the curation and lulling of their homeland, past the rebuilding of the world, they became sharp. Their eyes are serious while their smile pleasant, giving mixed signals about the
Dawa is still a hard worker and still extremely stubborn. Their stubbornness knows no bounds as they are persistent to the point of being annoying. Once they have their mind to something they will not stop until they are satisfied. And at the same time they have become more aloof. They are not against long naps that can last for days and a treat of tea and cookies if they feel it necessary. There is a certain sharpness to Dawa that deeply contrasts their lack of sense of self. This sharpness comes out in their actions and words. Sometimes cruel but always playful. They are a serious person with a cheerful guise, no - nonsense who wishes to complete their goals perfectly. A pristine entity who’s become a figure head and worshipped in their time. They are not so much powerful in an all - encompassing way, only having a few main abilities, but still they act as though they are one above others. They are still finding themself. A painful process but a process nonetheless.Blunt but only for the greater good. Blunt because they feel they need to be and occasionally blunt on accident. They do not often sugar coat the truth but will explain happily what’s wrong. Their bluntness stems from childhood even though back then they did try their best save the feelings of others. Now, it’s not that they do not care about the feelings of others, but people should feel raw and real.Dawa is also a bit vain. They take great pride in their appearance and loves make up and clothing. Their wardrobe as they ascend to godhood for the new motherland consists of beautifully elaborate robes, chupas, dresses, etc. Their hair was also done up in elaborate top knots and braids.FURTHER: a recent re-write that feels more tangible and understandable on a base level.Responsibility has always been the primary source of their happiness. They grew up as a monk bound to a monastery and worshiping the patron deity of the region. A life connected by community and fueled by purpose, their daily rituals kept them busy and active. It wasn’t an exciting life, but it was a fulfilling life nonetheless. They found it rewarding to be relied on, to be given things to do and to be entrusted with important tasks. Despite their clumsiness and airheaded nature Dawa was well regarded as kind and sociable, but most of all devout. And that reputation must have reached so far and wide that the ailing creation godheads above caught wind of it. And so Dawa, the young but eager to please monk, was given a massive and divine responsibility. And being Dawa, with no task insurmountable, undertook this mission and set pilgrimage with hopeful eyes and a heavy heart. They were told to end the world that day. And several thousands years later it’s changed them a bit.Rendered a prophet, a martyr, the false idol and the new gods, Dawa’s journey into unwitting godhood was met with multiple stumbles, several fumbles, and a few burning effigies. But the world is quiet now and they remain among the plants and animals still. Dawa retains aspects of their younger years’ naivety and optimism. Their smile is still bright like the sun and their expressions appear in a constant state of chipper or serene. One could describe Dawa first and foremost as pleasant. They radiate a warm aura, a presence that one could sit by and become fond of quickly. But in the same way, a more paranoid or suspicious person could find their cheeriness and over-willing attitude to help others disconcerting. Both are equally correct.As a monk, then deity, then godling, soon to be harbinger of creation; they tend to think way too much about ‘oh what kind of god should I be?’ and the obvious answer to that is ‘good and just and kind and helpful and a good listener and pleasant’ so that’s what they’re attempting. But usually people can’t render themselves so naturally kind and welcoming, so that’s also an aspect of Dawa that has remained since monkhood. Their diligence and determination remains, as well as their clumsiness and penchant for daydreaming. The emptiness in the pit of their soul was the opening for the many gods to speak through, and as the godhood seeps in, what little Dawa had of themself seeps out.The path they took to lead the world to oblivion was the most important choice they’ve made. Their life had been plagued with indecision, a person incapable of choosing one or the other, opting to try to do everything or ignore the problem completely. Happy to say Dawa doesn’t struggle with this nearly as much, as a time crunch can really get you to choose fast. As of present Dawa appears to be self-assured, vain, and stubborn. They are not arrogant but simply confident in the abilities they do have and confident in the decisions they make. They’ll buckle down on what they say rather quickly, claiming their ‘intuition’ to be correct even if all the facts had not been laid out. They’ve become surprisingly materialistic as well considering at one point they were a monk.For the way they dress and the way they act, the godling could also be easily described as eccentric, perplexing, unintentionally esoteric, and just overall silly. The rollercoaster of events and emotions of the end times had taken a toll on them emotionally, mentally, deeply psychologically then pair it with survivors guilt, being the cause of everything, a wavering faith, and not having spoken to another person for over a thousand years; you might come out the other end a little strange. But the time has given them a clearer head, and while meditation is for the sorting of their thoughts and less pushing away worry, they still find the act necessary to keep it together. They are difficult to truly anger, but once you cross that barrier into anger, it will quickly get out of hand.Dawa finds the most joy in structure, ritual and ease of living as one could be lulled into a stagnant state of being. To schedule and plan and prepare. An aspect they relied on while they were young comes back to them as they wane. Dawa, in a sense, is preparing for their own funeral. A sad fact maybe, but they know it to be true. They cannot die as they will become the sky and the grass, the ocean, the stars, the wind, the sun, the moon, the air animals breathe and the life the humans will take. The God will not die, but Dawa will, and Dawa thinks it’s sad that they will be lost to time, not only being unknown to everyone, but unknown to themself as well.

1. IN MEMORY OF THE PERSON I WAS .

[ “The eye can see 10 million colors at once. There are really an infinite amount of color. The mixing and melding of many colors, the creation of new colors, how colors are seen is different for everyone.The Many Gods created the colors from their blood. And with that they painted souls. Humans have souls of colors. They are able to paint their own world, their own life, and experience changes those colors.Deities are colorless. They are given colors by humans, which paints them into the ideal deity. Whether born or borrowed, they are all full of colors.I can see the many colors of a painted soul. The eye can see 10 million colors at once after all. But not a single one of those colors are painted on me.” ]

Dawa was a deity who reigned in a mythical and vibrant place called The Motherland. Within the bounds of their world the horizon fell silent and static. Nothing ever changed in The Motherland. A vast and sprawling village in the mountainsides often plagued with war finds a time of peace. What they were warring against seems to have all but fallen, what they were warring against, distant memories of a previous battles fought. The very fabric of their world seems to be deteriorating, and as the civilians take a breath of ease, they find themselves tired.Dawa was a deity born to human parents as deities are. Deities are often born in The Motherland. They are born from the bodies and blood of their Myriad God, the Many Entity both one and all. Bestowed to humans to guide, protect, and lead. All deities when around humans gain color. Humans are the paint and deities the pallet to create the ideal entity. When a deity gains a color it saturates onto an arm in the form of tattoo like markings bearing the color. The more arms a deity has, the more they are considered to be powerful.Dawa was never able to saturate colors no matter how hard they tried. As a child they were studious and intent on learning, dreaming of becoming not the most powerful deity but a helpful and useful one. Dawa loved more than anyone and their passion unrivaled. A kind deity, overly so, a devout pacifist and strict creationist who followed the laws of their religion with utmost respect. Even so, Dawa was deemed weak by the monks of the monastery in which they lived.Unable to see Dawa in a place of power they sent them off to the edge lands. The outskirts of the Motherland where few tread but people still live. The edge lacks divine presence and is often considered untouchable. Dawa then traveled through the edge lands, meeting many colorful people. Through their journey between small hut to scattered tents that housed the untouchable people Dawa was met with a revelation.

[ “And the sky opened up, like a gaping maw it swallowed itself.
The blue was still there but it warped as the scenery does when
it is horribly hot. Waves and the clouds billow forming faces
of heathens and long past due souls that float against the stars.
They smiled at me, a knowing smile as if they knew I knew something.
Something I did not know. And from that smile it all pieced together.
The growing drowsiness of the world around, the strange time of
peace when war is always raging. They told me voicelessly, and with
a smile.The world is ending, and it will be a happy end.” ]

Color never saturated onto Dawa. They never became the deity they wished to be so many years ago. Instead they would become someone far greater than a minor god. Dawa’s journey was only beginning on the outskirts of the land far and wide, to find the first resident of the motherland and work their way to the core. To collect the colors of every human, pale and dark, young and old, of every hue and tone. They would take their colors, their souls, and lull them to sleep with a soft knowing smile.Curator of World’s End, to bring about the end times to a plane that never changed. Their sins and their wrong doings revealed, to be forgiven or punished by one deity turned God. Dawa walks the Motherland with aching feet and heavy heart that grows lighter through their journey. Coming to terms with complicated emotions and the desire to have lived a life free of responsibility far greater than anything they would have imagined.Their happiness becomes a falsehood as their smile falters. Dawa is a person who cherishes the smiles of others over their own. They smile even if unhappy, so much so it hurts their face. They wish to smile real and genuine again. While Dawa’s devotion to the Gods wavers and crumbles each passing day, they see their faith build up once more as the people they meet and experiences they have mold their personality and they paint the picture of themself with the colors of the world.Zealots and blasphemers, war torn soldiers and mask makers, make up a story that preaches the end never had to be haunting or cinematic, instead a gentle closing of the final act.In the epilogue of the world’s end Dawa travelled alone, seeing the remnants of the old gods fall from the heavens and watched the mountains and seas crumble and disperse. As the world around them rots Dawa had a lot of time to think on their actions and on their memories. They travelled the dying world together with A yak named Jinpa, and the two of them watched eagerly as their homeland put itself back together. Along this journey they have become stronger but also they find their very humanity slipping as a God’s ichor now pumps through their veins.

1.2 PHYSIOLOGY OF DEITIES.

The deities are originally born from humans. It takes place at random usually within 20-50-70-100 year increments from each other, as well as being born in tandem. The birthing of deities can be predicted as it has always been a routine process. Guided by the stars and planets above they the monks were able to chart the cycles.The gods above have created these multiple creatures, ones that are praised and created to be messengers of those above. Working directly with humans to help, guide, and cause miracles for those who believe in their talents and powers.By the definition given by the motherland, a deity is a messenger, a helping hand, and guiding light gifted to them by the gods themselves. They are born into the world by a human Mother, given birth by natural means and only when born will the humans know if it is a deity or not. They are born when the gods agree they are ready for a new deity, whether that be because it is necessary for their survival or because one of the deities requires another to be effective.Each new deity that is born is to an extent based on the well being of the village / sector they are born to, as if their collective existence of the land; The streams, lakes and rivers, the mountains and sky. The humans that reside there, their emotions and woes, the beauties of life and death and all the troubles they go through. As if they are all alive and dictating which deity with which specific powers and personality is born.A lot can be said of the state of the village by how the deity acts and how developed they are when they grow up. Especially since their entire life is dictated on what the village wants. The monks, who are like the officials, the mayor, the president, the congress and everything of the sorts for the small town. They are the ones to raise the deity to greatness basing the powers off of what the village needs at the time.The deities are made of light and are light. They are divine and holy and meant to do good for the earth. Since they are made from light, darkness or more so the dark arts and other more evil things, are their weakness. They cannot withstand darkness and magic that harnesses darkness even though they are capable of harnessing many other types of magic.Deities are also born weak and defenseless. It is up to the human to nurture them completely before teaching them of the worlds. They must learn to crawl, the to walk, ect, just as a human baby should. They are fed and they are burped, they are taken care of in their early years as a normal human baby. They are read stories about previous deities and their conquests into greatness. They are sung songs of deities and given toys based on deities. All this and more is to ensure that the newborn will be as good, if not better than the previous.They are also fairly weak when growing up, and a deities body, while they can heal fairly quickly using, are still very feeble and delicate beings especially internally. The deities that have made their mastery in war or agriculture are more likely to be healthier than deities who made their mastery elsewhere.The branches are one of the most important aspects of the deity. Each branch is representative of an element always prevalent in the world if not the universe. Together they can be balanced, or imbalanced based on what the world, or their world needs.The branches are in the form of long arms that protrude from the deity’s back and sides. They are decorated with markings somewhat resembling that of tattoos. They are a different color for each branch. The arms however are mysterious, the physical nature a mystery to all that have attempted to study them. They are tangible, you can touch them, feel them. They appear as normal arms, but longer than the usual. The can shrink and extend as well. But they are as light as a feather and feel clammy to the touch. Not many have questioned the physical nature of the extremities because it is not in their right to. Of course the deities themselves have investigated the mystery and have come to one vague conclusion:That as they learn, as they gain wisdom over the years the branch will appear overnight. It is a spiritual entity almost like a ghost. A ghost of knowledge that has accumulated in the deity’s mind and is contained in the physical form as a branch/arm.Deities, once they are able to speak and move around freely are then put to work. They study and explore nature. They learn of war tactics and learn of humanities. They meet with the villagers and learn of their customs and eventually their first branch will emerge.Deities are taught differently with each passing generation, usually when the new monks take their place. The deities are all taught what to do and which branch to master based on how the village is doing and what their needs are. Never does the deity get to choose which branch he wants to develop; it's always up to the homeland and the monks. They are raised into believing that it is their destiny to be used as a tool for the mortals to dictate what they do and when. So far very few of the deities have questioned this, and only one or two have really decided to go against what they were told and chose to go with their own beliefs.Deities' life expectancy is around 90 year old to 120 years old.

1.3 THE MYRIAD .

[ Our God, One God,
Many Gods, Myriad.
A great beast, solar systems wide,
super novae erupt in their roar-
A creature so vast, so powerful,
their throne is on the planets their
hands rest upon the stars.
A god of great wisdom, of great kindness,
of great intelligence, strength and dignity. ]

Where there are multiple gods, there is a higher chance of understanding. Combine them and they will form a pure being without malevolence and without hatred. Yet there must be a part missing, but a part that chose to escape. A part that was not completely necessary but might have made the world turn a bit more.While that piece fades away there continued to be a divine light guiding, and giving to the world below.They open their many hands, and bring forth a small light. Someone, something just as pure as themselves. Part human, part otherworldly entity. One to save and one who can protect. A piece of the gods bestowed to their many children. All of them.These creations of the gods are the deities. Somehow, a less developed god who is capable of changing as the tides take them. They are molded, founded in faith and fully formed by those who raise them. Born with no limbs, until they blossom and bloom into branches. Each with their own unique power and affinity. The earth grows them, the mortals raise them, and the Multi-God takes them into death. A life cycle of the divine and holy, it continues on until an untimely birth rocks the entire foundation.These gods, one god, multiple gods used to be torn apart. Each of the gods had their own body, all large, titans among the sky as they walked upon the barren earth. These gods were never able to be depicted. None could paint them in their greatness; no song would describe what they truly were. It was unfathomable, a sight only to behold those who dare lay their eyes directly upon them.Each god had an animal, a mask to cover their true face for if one was to gaze upon their pure form they would surely burn. And with each mask, and with each god, came an aspect of their livelihood and what they represent:Jarmanji: A bear, a bear like creature- The head of a bear, a brown bear with patches of black. A face so fierce and terrifying. It is covered in scars and markings. Dried blood and intestines hang from it’s neck. A violent yet honorable god. They are often picking fights with the others, wanting to dual. Do battles for better warriors for their own small villages. They are harsh but not evil or anything like. Their villages were just as rowdy as the god, always fighting, always gloating and making a fuss. It was a village built on war.Amrit: A dear, a dear like creature- The head of a dear, embellished with golden leaf and vines of green. They are the face of nature, a gentle god who tends to keep to themselves. They do not wish to fight, or socialize, and prefer to create new animals and plants for the world. Their creations can be harmless but monstrous, abominations have also come from the hands of Amrit. Their villages were also prosperous, but remained isolationist so they were never able to communicate with others. They all preferred animals to other people so not even the citizens would speak to one another.Sainiyu: A cat, a cat like creature- The head of cat, slick and sharp. They have three large eyes, glistening blue with grey fur. Intelligence, the smartest of all the gods who created their village and taught the mortals the knowledge necessary to survive. This village was responsible for creating new things, innovations, inventions, and the likes. But this village was drenched in pride, it dripped from their lips and spewed praise towards themselves with greater force that the village created by Jarmanji. They never shared their knowledge with others, no other village was quite as advanced as this one.However despite the innovations created by the people, Sainiyu feared that they would soon become smarter than themselves and put an end to their constant progression. For nobody could be smarter than a God.Chiikii: A bird, a bird like creature: A bluejay it seems to be, but the colors change rabidly. Never quite content with their own appearance this god was that of morals. They always knew what was right and what was wrong, and the village practiced this quite often. However they were engulfed in sloth. Chiikii was never very well, they were often seemingly ill. A frail body and limp limbs. They tried to watch over their village but would fall asleep very often. And the village followed suit.Zephir: A wolf, a wolf like creature: While the fur was grey the markings engraved in their skin that shined through was bright violets and silvers. They were the God who created magic. The God who was able to create the stars. Constellations and the likes. The colors that swirl in the cosmos were painted there by Zephir. They brought magic to the village. Brews and spells and divine powers. Practiced by the mortals but this soon became a catastrophe. They were bound in rage, since they were able to destroy so easily, and create without bounds. Zephir often had to stop the villagers from ripping space-time, creating voids and other such things. They were mad, out of control with power.Mirijuso: The face of a jolly human: Paper white skin, round cheeks, a red painted smile, closed eyes as if content. But not content at all for behind that guise there is envy. This was the God who had the idea to create a place that will harbor new intelligent life. The other Gods followed along, molding each mortal with their own hands. Making small village. Mirijuso understands humanity better than everyone else, they understand the flaws and tried their hardest to eradicate them. They were the ones who created the last village, the first population of the motherland before the new era. Before all the gods became one. Mirijuso is very much envious for their prowess ends only when it comes to human understanding. They believe this is weak, useless and will often lament with Chiikii.Baquaran: A rabbit, a rabbit like creature: With the face of a white rabbit with beady pink eyes, always crying, always in sorrow. They are the God of emotions. There are many emotions many that flip rabidly back and forth and to and fro. The village this God created is also under many emotions. Weighed down. They are also the most sinful of villages. They bear all the sinful acts, all the murder, all the lust, all the envy, gluttony, so on and so forth. Because they cannot control it, because they cannot control themselves.Yuu: There is purity. This God did not create a village but attempted to fix what was already made. They were pure, and what is purity? Without sin is it? Or possibly they just gave a placebo to the people, telling them what could be pure. If they do this, or if they do that- they can be pure. Because Yuu knew that purity would never befall them. It was impossible.Yaa: There is darkness. They did not create their own village but instead followed around Yuu. They would try to counter their progression of purifying the people, by giving them a darkness within their heart. But Yaa realized something quickly. That despite all the darkness they would put into on mortal, there was always a speck of purity still within them. It wouldn’t leave, no matter how hard they tried. It was permanent.Yuu and Yaa, darkness and purity- they are not necessarily enemies. Yaa does not particularly want darkness but it is who they are, and they will not fight that. Yuu is purity, and is disappointed that humans will never be fully pure. They lament together, hand in hand. They wish the best for each other although they both take away what each other lives for. Yuu and Yaa’s existence has always been mysterious. They opted not to make a village of their own, instead roaming around to already made ones attempting to sully and build upon them. Their reasoning for this, whatever it may be, continues to be shrouded in a veil of darkness. Yes they are gods, very necessary god for the humans. For each person will always possess some amount of purity and darkness. This is what makes them very much human. Mirijuso, with the face of their creation, would often converse and be assisted when it came to making the humans. Each one was filled with different levels of darkness and different levels of purity, just to make them unique from one another.And finally, there is a being. A being who did not create a village either. A being who has no form, but when they do take a form it is a silly little creature who dances about and causes mischief. Bright red, with black stringy hair, horns and a tail. They have large black eyes, a long nose, and no mouth. And yet they talk and talk and talk and talk. Is this creature a God? Or is it simply a spirit? Or maybe something else? The Gods did not know where this creature came from or why it exists but they let it go about it’s business despite the damage it does.This creature is rumored to represent mischief, diverging from the path of god, throwing away your faith, and leading others down the path that leads to hell. But there is also another representation that this creature gives off. It’s CHANGE. This devil like creature has been named Deim.In the scriptures this creature was demonized for the way they caused so much turmoil in the villages. How they would make others question themselves and the God they were created by. They are basically the devil of their world. A being who’s soul purpose is to spread doubt and cause chaos. However where there was doubt, and it is often looked over by the monks in favor for keeping the Motherland under strict order, there is thought. New thought. Sainiyu was the God of intelligence, but their prideful and envious nature led the God to put a halt to their constant innovations feeling that the humans would eventually become smarter than them and will no longer need them. Deim wanted to cause that trouble, initiate some form of rebellion that will cause the humans to question the Gods who put them there.But why? Why would such an evil little thing want to be so evil? Or is it truly evil as the scriptures insinuate, or allegedly insinuate? What is so wrong about change and development? It will cause a ruckus and it will cause people to question beliefs once held very near and dear but it also opens to passageways into a new world. Deim probably knew this, most likely did, absolutely knew that this was something that needed to happen. However the Gods only saw this as detrimental to their plans. The liked being worshipped, having their own creations praise them so adamantly. These feelings may have changed however when all the gods became one after the creation and catastrophe of Sarunama.Sarunama was a creation, and experiment, a collaboration of all the gods one day. Each village eventually had their own deity. They were eyes to watch over the village when the Gods were elsewhere. They were also guides that were supposed to lead the village into growth. However each deity created by a single god was very much flawed. So one day all the gods got together and decided to make one large village. And in that one large village there would be one large deity to watch over it. Each god pitched in, giving this creature powers beyond that of imagination. Deities were always part human, part god. And the human part of the deity was always the most vulnerable. So they created this deity, from scratch and bestowed all of the powers and abilities of each god to them.However it did not turn out that well. And as the story goes, a near mortal but still on the level of a god, Sarunama went insane and began to devour the people of the village they were supposed to protect. There was an idea in their head that if they could merge with the energy of each human, they would be able to carry the weight of all the power that they were forced to have. But seeing the faces of the people, their willingness to be devoured and combined with their cherished deity, Sarunama’s insanity soon left. They were so shocked by how these mortals were so devoted to them. It made little sense but there they were happy to be part of the creation they so much adored. Despite the harshness and cruelty. After all of the human were eaten Sarunama went to the Gods and explained what they have just witnessed. And posed an idea.That each of the gods should merge and become one. Then all the wisdom and powers, strengths and flaws would be able to even themselves out if they were all one entity. The Gods thought, and eventually agreed to this. They merged together into the greatest being in the universe. Sarunama also became one with the newly formed multi-god. Sarunama got the name ‘GodKiller’ because they figuratively killed and brought back all the gods as something new.However when all the gods became one, there was a missing piece. The mischievous Deim was unable to combine with the others. They were much too antsy, a free spirit. They decided not to be one ultimate entity like the others and Deim and scampered away to go about their own business.While the Myriad, Many God, One God, did finally become a complete being, there was still something missing. Now the people of the Motherland do not believe this. The stories and scripture described everything as perfect and finally the Motherland can live in peace, static in time for many more years to come.There are many scriptures detailing the personalities of each god. Their strengths and weaknesses. What all they were capable of, so on and so forth. However the monks of the motherland in charge of these writings and distributing the words to the people have omitted and changed a few things all for the sake of keeping the peace. Or more so controlling the masses.Deim was made out to be the opposing force to the Myriad. They were the representation of change. They were demonized and brought to the public that they would tear them away from their faith and happiness. Drag them down to hell if they were to disobey or believe what the red creature says.Another change that has been made to the written faith of their land is that, originally, there was no heaven, no afterlife, no eternal happiness for the enlightened and those of good merit. There was no mention of any kind of afterlife. Not even once was it mentioned in the original accounts and collaborations by many that there was a heaven one went to after their death. That there was a hell after death. There was only the cycle. The cycle that is vague, the cycle that continues from the blood of the myriad, adding and taking. Every soul becomes one with the great paint palette, is mixed and poured anew. This cycle, is endless. The thoughts of some sort of place beyond their own world was created by the monks long ago but not during the age of Sarunama or of the first few deities of the new Motherland. They were written in a way that they sounded old, a newly found record. But that wasn’t the case.Scripture is torn and reconstructed to be more, palatable to the common people. For the sake of their sanities, to not fear to not fret. The idea of the cycle was a somewhat scary thought. It’s considered painful and hard and miserable. It is reincarnation in a sense, but most if not all of you is new. The monks thought it would be better, easier, if the masses thought there was an afterlife of pleasure and wonderment. And if one was bad during their life, they would move on to the next with bad karma, and that would accumulate, and make everything so much worse. It’s easier to swallow than the violent renewal.

1.4 GODKILLER .

“ There be a godkiller, planet devouring beast, a violent soul beyond that of any mortal but who’s wisdom also surpassed them as well. Where kingdoms have fallen and risen in just the heartbeat of the monster who bestowed the crown to the gods themselves. One of the first deities blessed unto the humans.An imperfect being, despite being woven in the purest of silk and finest of the celestial materials. Fire was their eyes, and croons were only elicited from their pristine lips. Only later to be cracked and chapped. Blood would ooze, dropping to the soil that then brought the strongest of oak trees. The tallest of mountains would be their throne and the oceans their drink. They were beyond the clouds and that of the stars, sweeping away what was left of a broken solar system and creating anew. They were practically a god now but only when they defeated their creator, one of the creators they would truly be bound together by the universe.The story be told now, of such a beginners experiment into the creation of divine life. There were humans, yes of course, all of which prayed to the gods who were one by one, not attached but separate in their bodies. One of a bull, another of a rabbit, and yet another donning features that were not even comprehensible. They the gods were large, staggering, the size of universes and lay invisible from the mortal eye so not to burn them out.This deities name was Sarunama. The first, maybe the first of the deities presented to the humans as their partner. They were born as a fully grown adult from the base of the oldest tree in the pot maker’s garden. Sarunama’s branches were wiry, they were made of bones and tattered flesh. The markings were not colorful and vibrant but harshly carved into each limb. All eight, no, nine were in line. That of purity and darkness were both working at full force. This of course was quite the problem for Sarunama who could not handle such great powers at once. They were an unfathomable force that took up too much of the deities frail body and eventually they had to make up for what their body could not do, and what their mind could not process. That is when they began to combine with the mortals themselves.From the minds of the ancients, from the artisans to the monks, the mothers and daughters and the brave warriors who fought for food he consumed them all. Sarunama was a gluttonous being who ate them alive, unhinging their jaw and using the greatest of magic at the time and slowly devoured each and every one of them. Thus was able to create a grotesque creature containing all the prominent features of those he ingested.The mortals however, all of them in the village and all of them on that spiritual plae of existence, did not cry out in agony. They were all honored to be consumed by their deity and with open arms they accepted. Sarunama was initially shocked at this, baffled as to how anyone could be so loyal. How anyone could let themselves, their children, their family be eaten alive to sustain one life. But that’s exactly what happened.With their minds Sarunama was able to function properly, calmly, and subdued. Sarunama was also able to hear the thoughts and share the experiences of all the villagers in one being. And with their bodies they were able to contain such magical influences and powerful abilities. This was an enlightened being that Sarunama had unintentionally created and from that enlightened being they all ascended together as a whole.From that state, in the universe along with the gods themselves, Sarunama was able to explain what they had learned. That together, as a community they were able to discover and create something that nobody would have been able to do alone. That their wisdom was far greater than that of the individual gods and they have ascended and become a god themselves.The gods now, moved by Sarunama’s display decided upon something. In order to become an even more powerful, intelligent and wise being that they would combine themselves into the ultimate ‘God’ One that was all and all that was one. So it began, the death of the individual gods and the birth of the one ‘Gods’ So not necessarily a godkiller by that Sarunama destroyed the original gods by creating a new one. And together Sarunama also combined with the gods.Sarunama was also the reason for the branches being grown, developed with the deity at their own pace instead of being given to them all at once. "

1.5 ABILITIES BASED ON THE BRANCHES .
(UNDER CONSTRUCTION.)

> this section is still being edited in order for it to fit within the current canon. Most of the following is from the OG canon from some years ago.

Born from the divine, a greater power. They were created by hand, chiseled away from solid marble. Their curves nor smooth nor rugged. The skin they behold porcelain, milky mousse, but that of ebony and onyx- All together their mixture of colorations are abundant and each in their own wisdom. Tresses so long and wrapping around their fingers, whimsical, or short and scraggly nothing more than a mess of greased tuffs. While appearances arte crafted to the liking of one and many, it nary matters in the grand scheme. But the features are the most important, even if one is taken away in light of another more important. Eyes are born into the world, a sphere of holy light. Omniscient in every way until they are blatantly stripped away until what they view is human and pure. No matter how wretched they turn out to be they cannot see but what is in front of them, to focus on only what matters. Lips, they speak, elicited harshness and sugar sweet praise. The words of wisdom meant to be taken as gospel for the mortals to listen so carefully. Stitched together carefully, a masterful craft, they are dolls for the humans to toy with. Ho w cruel a fate the gods have put down for their one livelihoods! They are nothing but a fools play thing, meant to be used- But for one day there be a soul, a soul born into a holy life and born from the novae and stars and galactic atrocities. Born from the oceans, the waves, the mountains and the vast plains. Born from the emotions of children, and the speech of adults, born from all that is right with the world and all that is wrong. Born from hope. That is set in the seed and egg of mother and father the ones who give birth to the shining light that will be the first. The first to be wound up, and march away, to far off lands to find themselves. The only one they need. They will journey, they will conquer, and they will reach enlightenment

[ A spiritual entity, a deity, a false idol
And yet they are the ones to bring peace, they bring war, they bring magic and agriculture abundant
They are not all power, they are not gods, they are nearly humans with abilities divine
But once they ascend they become one with the universe
Enlightenment is their final destination ]

All of a deity’s powers are based within their branches. They protrude out of the deity’s back in the form of arms. These powers are broken down into sections. Each section has one on thing they specialize in and from there they flare out into a broader spectrum. Now some of the branches are not power and ability based but represent the deity’s heart, mind, and soul. The following will explain what each branch represents and will provide extensive information on the topic as well.> disclaimer, the abilities listed below are more or less a guide, though not expansive, into the powers and abilities of Motherland deities as a whole. Dawa’s specific powers will be listed in a separate section.

Purple- Branch of Magiks, etc:Their magic is like storms in the night, it flashes at times with a great crack. Shocking to onlookers, terrifying to the ones he wards off with such a refined flick of a flippant wrist. Violet waves wash over the face of calm, despite the electrifying display of power; they remain humble under their own code of honor. Potent with the aroma of flowers, such floral divines, they waft over the petite bodice of the tactical user of the cosmos. The metaphysical, along with the life stream that flows through their veins. A deity so diffident in their feats, incredible, star struck and insurmountable power dwelling into the child’s feeble arms. Still though, they learn quietly, the mysterious aura that surrounds them as protecting from the harsh elements and hostile criticism of their craft. They learn for themselves, through trial and error, unscrupulous amounts of wails of failure paired with the sorrow of defeat. But never has the deity given up, for this branch of life is deemed most important and closest to their roots as a creation of god, they trek on without a second glance.Deities take great pride in the magic they may create. Purple hues, the color purple is generally associated with magic in their world. When saturated with purple, this often means the deity went into the apprenticeships of other magicians,sorcerer's, witches, etc. Magic is not feared, but more celebrated within the motherland. There are quite powerful humans that can use magic and they are often the ones to teach it to the deities. Deities will always have a natural affinity towards it though, and will most always surpass their master, per expectation.Magic comes in many different forms and different mediums:Ch’i ( Qi, Ki ) is an active principle forming part of any living thing. Chi is frequently translated as "natural energy", "life force", or "energy flow". The use of Chi has many uses such as martial art, acupuncture, meditation, and Feng Shui. Feng Shui is the placement and arrangement of space based on calculating the balance of Chi, interactions between the five elements, yin and yang, and other factors. The retention or dissipation of Chi is believed to affect the health, wealth, energy level, luck and many other aspects of the occupants of the space. Attributes of each item in a space affect the flow of Chi by slowing it down, redirecting it or accelerating it, which is said to influence the energy level of the occupantsThe philosophies about Chi have changed through the ages but there are still vital points that must be addressed to fully understand how a deity views such energies. Chi is characterized as an individual's vital energies. This chi was necessary to activity and it could be controlled by a well-integrated willpower. When properly nurtured, this chi was said to be capable of extending beyond the human body to reach throughout the universe. It could also be augmented by means of careful exercise of one's moral capacities. On the other hand, the chi of an individual could be degraded by adverse external forces that succeed in operating on that individual. So chi, the natural energy of a person, moves the way the human moves. Or any living being that is set in the natural world. As a personality shifts so does one’s chi, when their emotions flare so does the chi. They are entwined with one another and there is a gentle balance. The balance of chi would be that of Ying and Yang, the greatest of chi.It is believed by the motherland that not only animals and humans have chi, but also inanimate objects and many other more broad entities. Studying up on practices and philosophies regarding chi he has come to his own conclusions and beliefs on his own. That the wind is the chi of the earth, and that human being are born because of the accumulation of chi, and at death the dispersion of chi. There is one Chi that connects and permeates everything in the world.The use of chi manipulation is when one uses their chi to gain superhuman strengths and capabilities beyond that on non chi users. They are able to physically manifest all of their inner strength and unleash it to the fullest extent of its power through sheer force of will. They can achieve extraordinary strength, speed, durability, and reflexes. In different cases, the user can produce chi by channeling the energy through the physical body or by using the natural energy of the planet or cosmos.Chi aura: A veil of chi that sits around one’s being. It acts as a thin layer of protection, and only gets stronger when in meditation. The use of the chi aura has many different uses none of which are practical, ie they are used in battles. To ward off others, to state they are in fact dangerous, used in battle as an intimidation tactic.Chi energy shield: A form of defense that he can use to deflect on coming attacks. Using the chi he’s harnessed from within a deity that can be used in many shapes and sizes and densities. To protect themselves and others.Healing: The distinct use of chi to heal the bodies and wounds of biotic organisms to their optimal health, curing damaged or withered organisms, wounds, broken bones, low vitality, and diseases/poisoning. His methods are to surround the spot which is ailing with his chi, and remove whatever poison and heal whatever wound is in the surrounding area of where his chi is centered. Able to remove poison from the bloodstream and cure mild diseases as well. General herbal and holistic methods are often used in terms of chronic illness and disease, but this type of healing can be utilized in more severe and life threatening ordeals.
Other healing tactics include:
• Cellular Acceleration: activate cells within an organism's body, increasing the speed of cellular functions, increasing physical attributes such as speed and healing. This is the method used most frequently, to heal wounds, scrapes and scratches and more severe injuries to the deity’s body.
• Internal Bodily Cleansing: "cleanse" others of any impurities within their physical bodies (narcotics, radiation, etc.) This technique is also used very often on both themself and on others of the village. His village can be hypochondriacs and usually relate any type of illness to there being impurities within the body though most of the time that is not the case.
• Regenerative healing: Rapidly regenerate or recreate lost or damaged tissues, organs and limbs, sometimes slowing, or even stopping, aging. The rate and amount of healing varies widely. For deities the rate of regeneration is fast but only in small amounts. Their own bodies, not including the branches, can regenerate chunks of flesh that have been mutilated or if the toes and feet were cut off they would also regenerate at a decent pace. However with more severe wounds it would take longer, lots of rest and care.
The branches, or arms have constant regenerative powers. If severed the limb will immediately grow back. The limbs are mysterious and none have been able to fully grasp and comprehend what they really are and how they came to be.Higher Consciousness: To denote their natural consciousness and reach a higher level of development. They are also able to be aware of an 'ultimate reality'. With this, they can self-manage, awaken, and develop the hidden potential that has laid dormant within them. Many deities have managed to get very close to this state of mind. Through constant meditation they can strive to reach a mental state which is beyond that of reality and reasoning. It is said that reaching this higher state is the key to unlocking greater power as is their divine right. There have been many deities in the past who would dedicate their whole life to this endeavor, some for pure hearted reason and others less savory.Energetic Pressure: To generate enormous amounts of energy that is capable of crushing or damaging anything and everything in the surrounding areas. Depending on the deity, this ability can be extremely destructive, able to crush their surroundings, rendering them into complete rubble, annihilating buildings and structures with nothing but the vast amount of natural energy that surrounds the body. Some can level small houses and cause the ground to shake and erode. As for people standing in their way they are able to paralyze their opponent and even cause a coma, ultimately leading to death.Life-force suspension: This allows deities to levitate. Often during deeper meditation, one may float off the ground a few feets and plop back when disturbed. Can be used for general locomotion as well.Ergokinetic and life-force emissions (energy beams, ect): Ergokinetic is the ability to fuse their chi, or life energy within physical combats. Some deities if they choose to be trained in martial arts, some for exercise and others for more practical uses and wartimes.As for life force emissions, deities can create energy beams and other types of weapons and offensive abilities. Creating a sword from chi, wielding it as any other sword except it cannot be broken and it’s effectiveness is completely based on how centered and stable the user is at the time. So if one becomes agitated the swords will waver and become unstable. Energy beams can only be created if he is completely focused and has the time to accumulate such blast, so it is a difficult technique to harness.Electrokinesis: Electrokinesis is the power to manipulate energies, electrical currents, and generate electricity with the mind. Able to absorb, conduct, generate and manipulate a form of energy resulting from the existence of charged particles which give the user control over electric fields, electric charges, electric currents, electronics, and electromagnetism. Creating fields of electricity and also launch varying attacks at targets. The simplest of tasks can be done with these techniques such as overload a circuit. Using this power they can render electronics useless or he can absorb the necessary power they need. They can also shoot lightning from their hand or if they accumulate enough use it for more lethal and dangerous attacks.
Hydrokinesis: the ability to influence, control, and even create the motion of groups of atoms in their liquid state. This ability has a broad spectrum and can be refined. Starting with the capability to manipulate water sources, one can bend the water to their will. Perhaps use the water as a weapon by turning them in a giant whip, to slash people with. The water can also form a razor edge and if hit against something fast enough can easily break apart metal and other tough materials. The manipulation of bodies of water, already existing water whether it be in solid, liquid, or gas state. The ability to bring down the clouds and accumulate fog. Further advancement in this art includes blood manipulation (paired with chi can remove toxins and poisons from the blood) as well as water creation.Divine magic: Created by the gods, multiple as one, deities are a blank slate able to create, destroy, and recreate as much as humans so pleased. All deities have a natural affinity towards the divine arts being of divine blood, even if their sensibilities are very human. The power bestowed to them by higher beings are revered by the monks and people of the motherland specifically. Their bodies as a whole are considered holy, but especially their hands that are only touched during prayer and blessings.• Illusion Manipulation: create, shape and manipulate illusions, causing targets to see, hear, touch, smell and/or taste things which do not actually exist or cause them to perceive things differently from what they truly are. Some users can create complex and detailed worlds, others may be able to only alter the way they or the target are perceived.
• Mysticism: an untainted form of magic that can be used in many different ways such as creating, manipulating and/or mimicking objects, spirits and powers. Mysticism is often a result of an immediate spiritual intuition of truths transcending ordinary understanding, or of a direct, intimate union of the soul with primal forces of Creation through contemplation or ecstasy. Many users have supernatural patrons and access to magical objects. This is the purest form of magic and possibly the most powerful if one were to focus on unlocking it’s mysteries. It’s many applications include astral manipulation, cosmic awareness, telekinesis, teleportation, life-force manipulation, soul manipulation, summoning, banishment, and many more. Deities are able to teleport long distances as a general rule of thumb but will need something to use as an anchor, a sort of item to focus on to channel that much power. For instance the gold rings holding their robes together. After a teleportation one will become exhausted.
• Spell Casting: Casting spells, an action that allows one to magically alter reality to varying extents. It is often a series of words that take effect when spoken, though others are able to cast spells merely by thinking, with gestures, or through a ritual of some sort. The drawbacks however to such is that most of the time a spell book is needed, explaining and illustrating which each spell, poition, and ritual does.
• Holy Gift: This is an ability that the deity is given. However it does not always work and is extremely risky to do so. Holy gift is the act of gaining things through prayer. Often times deities will ‘speak’ to the gods, or more so talk at then, telling them of their woes and successes through their journeys and lives. If they are truly stuck and truly need help moving on with their duties they can pray to the gods and ask for help. Whether it be kind words, money, other material objects or a peak at enlightenment.
But again this may or may not work depending on if the gods is ready to make themselves known to the deity. So this is a fairly useless and futile power.These are all acts that the deity can do without the use of prayer. The likelihood of them completing any of these acts successfully depend on how well they know how to do so. Where prayer comes in is the likelihood of miracles to happen based on the needs of an outside source.

Green- Branch of Agriculture and Natural Life:The wind breathes deeply as it makes the locks atop their head flutter. It’s aura strong with that refreshing mist winding around the trees, lifting flower petals beyond that of the known world. They drift away so softly again and again dancing with one another in solitude. Sweet fragrance drifts through their nose, the air and atmosphere so inviting. Feet on the ground, solid, stiff, like that of great oak. They grow taller, their branches reaching for the sky, the stars, the galaxies above. They swallow them whole in the dreams that seep through their ears. Hearing the sounds of nature- the shrieks of death and the gurgles of decay. All accumulate into one vast green meadow. But not only that but the water they walk on and the mountains they climb. The desserts and the tundra all felt and mystifying to their mother of pearl bone. Watch them rise, watch them wither. Come now, creations of god, roll in the dirt and feel the leaves. They make that life you lead so much more enjoyable. Graceful phalanges roll over moist soil, form a fist and disperse. Beautiful creatures! The life comes from within, your heart holy and mesmerizingly pure! Let the flowers bloom as they do too.This branch is not as advanced as magic and intelligence but it is 3rd in line. The branch of agriculture is to ensure a good year of crops and that the birth of new children is always ensured to be healthy. This branch is prayed upon for confirmation that this will happen and without it there would be a greater likelihood of failure in the fields and fatalities during birth. This is also the branch of nature, that the flowers will bloom lovely and the birds will stay chirping brightly and that there are enough animals in the woods to be hunted for pelts and food.Chlorokinesis: Create, shape and manipulate plants, including wood, vines, plants, moss, and parts of the plants, such as leaves, seeds, fruits and flowers. The user can cause plants to grow, move/attack or even rise from the soil and "walk", mutate plants by rearranging DNA structure and revive withered or dead plants. Depending on the deity this ability can be very useful. As a base, some deities can make small flowering plants bloom from their branches and body as a sort of parlor trick, as well as revive small things such as house plants. Deities who specialize in specifically plant based magic can grow trees and make fields flourish with wheat and grain.Form shifting , (animal): not often used by a feat incredibly difficult if pursued, it’s more of a status symbol for deities if one can completely change from their humanoid form to that of an animal. It has its uses of course, shifting into a great beast, but not particularly in time of peace. One particular deity has mostly made use of this ability to cause a ruckus.Weather control: again, a very difficult use of power and perhaps the most so. To change the tides, the clouds, the rain and storms would take collaboration with the myriad itself. In turn it’s exceedingly rare that it could happen, but have been rumored, in myth, to have been done before.These are all acts that the deity can do without the use of prayer. The likelihood of them completing any of these acts successfully depend on how well they know how to do so. Where prayer comes in is the likelihood of miracles to happen based on the needs of an outside source.

Blue- Branch of Intelligence and WisdomDawa’s intelligence is fairly staggering, at least from a book smarts point of view. In their studies since they were very young, they had learned most everything there is to know about their homeland and all the different deities there have been over the generations. Learning about them and learning from them. The child was very much enamoured with the thought of gaining knowledge so they worked very hard and soon was able to recollect. recount, and state whatever they learned very well.Dawa is extremely book smart and is able to spew facts that people may or may not know or find useful. However when it comes to common sense and basic skills this is where they definitely fall short. He is not aware of many things despite his excellent observation skills. But that is usually for the details in the world around them and not for sensing the atmosphere and learning social cues.There have been many times where Dawa has interrupted large gatherings with menial problems and didn’t even bat an eye about it. Other instances is when he is unable to read a tense atmosphere and blurts something out, out of the blue and for no reason. He has been finding it increasingly difficult to keep up with all this social etiquette because the monks never really taught them much of it so he usually learns what is right and wrong on the spot after it’s happened.abilities and prayer: Now praying to the intelligence branch should guarantee whoever is praying to receive wisdom from the deity either through perception and they suddenly know what to do, or the deity chooses whether or not the person is worthy. Intelligence and wisdom however is different. You must be intelligent to have wisdom but wisdom is something that comes along with experience. Dawa here does not have that much wisdom but is looking forward to gaining wisdom as time goes on.So for now praying to Dawa’s blue branch you may get basic information on your problem and what you may need to know how to resolve it. But this would be a miracle if that were to happen, or if the person praying got all the necessary information.

Red- Branch of WarDawa has very minimal grasp on what war is truly like. He only gained this branch because he studied it so extensively that it was just barely enough to gain this branch. He was also able to recount and learn what war was like from veterans and their stories so that is another reason why he has that branch. However it has a very low prayer rate and stats. It’s actually his weakest branch.
War is something one must truly experience if they want that branch to be the strongest. They must be be a master of combat, all types at that. Long range, melee and everything inbetween. They must also know what honor is to an extent. Not to commit war crimes and the likes. They must have a strong will be be powerful both on the inside and out.
Dawa on the other hand only knows certain types of martial arts to an extent and honor is something he has not totally been able to grasp. This and the fact that the homeland has not been in any type of war or conflict for a while is the reason why his war branch is waning. However this doesn’t mean that on his travels that he will be able to learn more about what war and fighting is really like.
With that said war is also a very easy way to become corrupt. Become power hungry. There are two ways you can go when you look to strengthen that branch. One can become overly violent, or look to for more power than they already have, corrupting themselves and the chance of growing the branch of darkness is severely raised. This is very dangerous as it will be explained later.
Since Dawa is so impressionable and willing to make others happy learning about war may not be the best idea.
abilities and prayers: Praying to this branch would make sure that their battles or won and there is minimal bloodshed. Prayers are always related to miracles happening and do not dictate however how strong the deity is in battle. It is still fairly dangerous for a deity to go into battle themselves and fight in it because their bodies are naturally weak. But if they work very hard they can build of resistance and if their regeneration magic is at their top it is very possible to become very strong.Yellow- Branch of MoralsThe yellow branch of morals is basically a sign that the deity has a moral compass. It is not prayed to unless there is a certain emergency that no other branch can fix or has failed. And that has happened very very rarely so it isn’t that much of a problem. Also very few deities have ever gone deep into trying to discover what this branch is actually capable of. There has only been one who was thought to have found something out but before they could tell anyone they grew ill and eventually ascended to the heavens.
Dawa has this branch and it is in the middle of his others. He does have moral compass and knows what is right and what is wrong on a general and somewhat infantile level. He knows that killing is wrong in general and lying is wrong in general. He knows those basics but the more complicated and convoluted stuff he is has trouble comprehending.
This branch is extremely delicate and can be changed very easily by the environments the deity is in. This is also a branch that can very easily change the deities whole life. If one were to lose their morals it would practically be a one way trip into darkness.
abilities and prayer: since this branch is not prayed to often nobody really knows the abilities connected to it. Some say however it is the light of the deity, that every other branch combined cannot match the great power of this one branch that shapes their entire life.Pink- Branch of EmotionFor emotions. Dawa has a hard time showing his emotions, truly emoting and letting others know how he feels. He also has a difficulty recognizing other people’s emotions along with his own. This is why this branch has not budded quite yet. Which is odd because this branch is usually one of the first to come in.
Emotions are complex though and while it can come naturally to many, their understanding and also feeling many emotions it can be tough for others. Emotional strengths and weaknesses are also prevalent. This branch has much to do with the deity’s emotional well being and whether or not they are able to handle situations that show a wide range of complicated feelings.
This branch is needed for wars, funerals, births, and the likes. Any kind of occurrence or situation that calls for emotions strengths and understanding. This is why this branch is prayed upon.
Prayer: This branch is prayed upon if someone needs emotional strength for whatever is about to happen in their life, or simply needs understanding and someone to speak to. While the deity can hear who is praying to them, they however cannot speak back but if they truly feel. If that is the case the person praying will feel a sense of comfort and a new light in their heart. This of course happens with miracles.
The emotion branch acts more like counselor than anything else.Orange- Branch of HumanityThe branch of humanity can only be gained once you interact with many different people, of different colors, creeds and the likes. Over time in the village this branch has dwindled because they have been locking their deities away to only being able to interact in the homeland. It has been a cruel turn of fate, how paranoid the villagers have become in order to protect their deities and gods.
Previously the deities were able to travel around with the monks and explore different places in order to gain this branch specifically. But due to the occasional problem of deities escaping and fleeing from their responsibilities this practice has ceased. So many of the deities in recent years have not had that branch or it was very weak.
Prayer: Praying to this branch would likely restore peace and order to whatever conflict, often of putting the effects of war. However because this branch has been tossed aside because of the paranoia of the monks and villagers it hasn’t been in use. This has caused much of the area to become enthralled in small conflicts with each other. But when Dawa was born most all of them mysteriously died down as if the vi9llage as whole knew what the child’s fate would be.
Dawa however will certainly be able to grow this branch in time because of the journey is will be taking.White/Black- Branch of Purity or DarknessThe white and black branches are acquired near the middle of a deities lifespan. They will appear at any time if and when the gods decide to judge them for what has happened so far. It is not a definite, it is not completely final when one receives the black or white branch but it can be like a hint or warning towards whether they will ascend or not.
A white branch will represent goodness and light, that they have led a fine life so far full of helping others and protecting the humans and mortals. That they are beginning to understand the world around them. The white branch is almost like a ticket into ascension but it can be taken away at any moment if the deity screws something up.
The same goes for the black branch. If this is giving to a deity it is a warning and also it stifled the rest of the deities powers as where the white branch can be as supplement to enhance their powers. Once the black branch is merged with the deity it also gives them another option. To completely become evil if they so choose to. The gods will not strike them down for it is their own choice, their own fate to dictate.
So receiving the black branch is almost like a kind of test as well to see if they will repent and try to be better or if they will fall towards the pathway of evil. Once the black branch is received the deity is able to learn the dark arts, as when the white branch is received they can further their studies in the divine arts and that of light.
The gods are not one to dictate what a deity does with their lives. That is up to the humans and the deities themselves. All they do is watch and study their actions and see what they can do differently next time. But even then it is up to the village to decide if they need deities any longer or if they can get along well enough on their own.
The white and black branch also alters how long the deity will live. This has to do with the type of magic connected to it. Dark and light magic. Darkness can corrupt the deity and thus shorten their lifespan when light and divine magic and elongate their lifespan.
Prayer: These branches can be prayed for, in that a miracle might happen if they do. This miracle can be almost anything but the likelihood is very slim so praying to this branch is also used as a last resort like with the yellow branch.Prayer:
Prayer is the way deities are able to create and grant miracles. Prayer does not apply to the magical abilities deities are granted at birth or have learned. However it does apply to when their magical abilities might not be enough and they need an extra boost per se.
The mortals of the homeland pray to their deities for many different things. The outcome of a battle, for funerals, for birth, for a good agricultural season. And the deities, depending on what branch they chose to focus on and practice their arts in, are very much capable of creating a miracle. Though nothing is absolute and there is always a chance, a likelihood of it failing.The way prayer works is as follows:
> There is a group of people, or just a few, or even one who prays to one of the deities. Presumably one of the deities that are still alive, still on their plane of existence. If you do not pray to a deity who is active nothing will happen.
> So they pray, but their hearts and souls must be completely full of faith and be very serious and hopeful about what the outcome will be. This will give raise the percentage of the possible success of the prayer. If even one person does not truly believe that the deity will be incapable of such a task the percent will go down.
> Every deity has a percent chance of a miracle occurring when not prayed to and they attempt to make on happen on their own. However with the supplement of prayer it becomes more likely that the miracle will happen.
> For example, there was a war deity who’s primary focus in life was to be of major dominance in the art of war. If they work very hard on their own the original miracle percentage may be a 15%. This means if they try to make a miracle happen there is a 15 percent chance of it happening.
Now if you add the supplement of prayer to the picture that likelihood might raise to 20, 30, even 40% And this depends on the amount of people praying and how faithful they are.
> Deities, when prayed to, can hear the prayers in their mind. Since only the village they were born and grew up in ever pray to them it does not become nearly as incapacitating as it may seem. Prayers are usually short and to the point, but very serious. The deities are able to feel in their heart how faithful the one praying is. It is a warm sensation in their chest and blooms if they truly believe in their deity. If not there is a cold, empty feeling that resonated through their mind and body.
> The deities, although they can be spoken to, can not speak back. They can only listen and do their best to help them. Even if they are far away the deity’s miracles will affect whomever and wherever the prayer was directed at.

1.6 REBUILD ARC.

A DEITY & THEIR YAK
Dawa, after the successful color collection and lulling of The Motherland people, they were alone with only animal life and even then they were sparse, slowly drifting off to a permanent sleep. The new godling, a deity with unknown powers and an agenda bestowed by divine afflatus was now tasked with watching over the decay and dismantlement of their world. The dismantlement process was a grand ordeal as mountains and large masses of land began to shift and crumble, floating into the air and dispersing. The fields exhaled plumes of smoke, breathing through geysers. Forested areas warped into different shapes, geometric and impossible and flowers would bloom just about anywhere. Desserts held the remains of prayer flags for miles and the beaches caught falling stars. Their mythical world that existed somewhere within a realm of deep religion and spirits finally resumed it’s cycle by ushering in a new God, Dawa. The Motherland, like a broken machine, was stuck in one place as a cog became rusted. They did not move on with life, the people of the motherland putting too much faith and responsibility in their deities who were only sent to watch over and protect against the unknown. Now that the deities are gone and every living and dead soul alike were collected by Dawa, the cycle of death and rebirth, innovation and advancement can begin.Dawa, during the period of simply watching their world die and regenerate, became lonely very fast. In solitude with their emotions and mixed feelings on their pending status of a certain divinity, they feared for their own health and wished to have a companion on this like and strenuous journey. Thus the yak Jinpa was found. A young yak who was found in a heard of sleeping giants, the beast was large but not overly rotund. Still a youth but resilient against the cycle’s ways of culling the herd, Dawa offered to the yak to be friends. Which the yak agreed after some persistent convincing. The two of them did not get along too well at first, Jinpa the yak being stubborn but ultimately generous at heart. The yak would be fitted with a fabric saddle, ceremonial bobbles and embellishment as well as enchanted accessories that would help them in different areas of the world where the terrain and atmosphere may be difficult to traverse. So the two of them set off on their journey, seeking enlightenment and self forgiveness and love.During their travels Dawa and Jinpa found the remnants of the perished Myraid Gods in forms of gargantuan, towering pieces of themselves. From heads to hands, snake fangs and wolf skulls, their beings crumbling like broken stone and marble. Some turned to dust while others turned to gold and other valuable resources. The Heathens were also found in faint appearances throughout the world. The Heathens being entities long before the creation of modern deities, prototypes of sorts and many of them resenting the gods who made them. A needed representation that no matter their divinity or belief in their own greatness, there will be those who oppose you, those who loathe you, and it is just something a God will have to deal with. The Heathens are a fairly constant yet abstract feature of the Motherland. They can take the form of most anything and some of them even willingly helped the end times. They can be considered demons, ghosts, malevolent spirits, anything and all evil back when the Motherland was still alive. Dawa met several of the Heathens on their journey, met with mixed reactions by both Dawa and them.Overall this arc has a lot to do with thinking and reflection. Reflection on one’s actions, their regrets and remorse, their anger and despair, small glimpses of hopefulness and forgiveness, and looking forward to the future.

AU: WAR TALISMAN

There are several deities in the world, born in tandem, together and apart, throughout time. Some are extremely powerful, able to fell foes with a glance. Those great and powerful are compared to Gods. Other deities are simple and barely show any semblance of divinity. And then there are godlings in between, local deities and deities who rule over vast lands and kingdoms. These deities, while born to parents all around, share traits that bind them to being a deity.1) They are born without limbs and bare a sun insignia on their navel
2) their arms, or ‘branches’ will grow as they grow. It’s always been the average number of branches a deity will have is between two and eight.
3) these branches include red, blue, yellow, orange, purple, green, pink, white, and black. Each color represents an aspect of the deities powers and affinity towards certain abilities.Deities possess other physical traits as well that often differ from humans. Be it extra features, tails, wings, fur, feathers, eyes, horns, skin texture and pattern, etc. Deities come in all shapes and sizes, personalities, strengths and weaknesses. But as is common knowledge among the deities, the more arms one has, the more powerful they are.Deities are born at random, spawning when the Gods above will it. It’s general consensus that deities are sent to earth and birthed from humans to protect, lead, and rule over them. To bring harvest during famine, health during plague, and peace during war. This was how it was supposed to be. Most deities are put in place of power. A religious figure besides the human ruler. Other times lesser deities are tasked with keeping the peace within villages and towns. They help with agriculture and caring for the young.The world in which the deities live, as a whole, is called The Motherland. It is made up of several kingdoms and states in various level of prosper and disrepair. Currently war wages on with several of the states while others sit and watch the conflict continue to cause chaos. Much of the time war subsides and peace falls, but approximately twenty - four years ago war has become increasingly violent and common.Dawa was a deity born very frail and weak. As a child they were sent off to a small monastery with several other deity children to learn of their origins and responsibilities as a deity. At the monastery Dawa made several friends and formed a sibling like bond with all the deities there. As Dawa grew up with their found family of deities, one by one was each deity deployed elsewhere. Across the motherland deities are taken to preserve humankind. Dawa had not been developing nearly as fast as their siblings and was thought to be one of the weaker deities and was told to stay and help the monastery instead. Dawa was now in the permanent care of the monks who would teach Dawa of their local scriptures, prayers, and typical household chores such as laundering the robes correctly and cooking.During this time Dawa was often visited by their older brother figure, a more powerful deity named Miako. He was a nature based deity who brings plentiful harvest, can control weather, and shape shifts into various animal forms. Miako was a laid back, albeit mischievous young deity who took a liking to Dawa and would often travel away from their prospective kingdom to keep them company. Dawa also made friends with a local kid who would often come out and terrorize the younger deities at the monastery. The youth’s birth name was Addle, but he went through several names during his young years before deciding on a more permanent title. The boy came from a family of outcasts who renounced the Gods for what they described as unfair and unjust treatment. The family was unfortunate, often times plagued with illness and disease that would cause physical deformities as well as genetic medical issues. Due to being unhealthy they were cast far out of the village they once lived in and were forced into solitude. The nameless boy, who had a different name every day, would often come and cause trouble for the monastery, albeit trivial. The deities and monks themselves were the ones to bring the family food and water each day, but still they were bitter. The boy’s parents, as they grew sicker and sicker, slowly began to realize their hatred was ill placed. But now they were bedridden. The boy’s parents passed away when he was young and he was forced to bury them along with his several other relatives. He continued to live within the decrepit shack alone, only venturing out to receive aid from the deities and to reign havoc on them as well.The boy one day met Dawa who was then 14 years old and had only just barely grown two branches. The boy who’s name that day was Trumeur (pronounced ‘tru’ and ‘mure’ as in demure) loomed over Dawa with a staggering height. They met in the opening of the woods that bloomed various wild flowers. Trumeur felt something within him on first sight. Not an emotion he ever felt so pure and passionately. Unsure of it’s origin or it’s name, he immediately associated it with hatred. Trumeur hated more than anything, and claimed it was the only thing keeping him alive. Trumeur attacked Dawa on sight, although was shocked to find Dawa did nothing to fight back or defend themself. After a short one sided scuffle the two of them sat in the grass, muddied and bloodied. Dawa seemed entirely unfazed by this altercation which only seemed to make Trumeur increasingly angry. But the two of them shared their own personal stories of why they had ventured out so far from their home. In Trumeur’s case the shack he lived in began to smell of rot and plague so he decided to go to the place that smelled nice. And Dawa was feeling awfully down about themself for being such a weak deity that they wanted to be alone in their thoughts. The two of them, holding complete opposite opinions of each other ( Dawa finding Trumeur to be pleasant in his own disgruntled way and Trumeur announcing his hatred for Dawa both in principle as a deity and in personality ) ended up meeting together an abundance of times during their childhood. Trumeur ended up keeping the name he gave himself that day. And Dawa started sprouting more and more branches at a pace unseen.By 15 years old Dawa had five branches of various denominations and powers. This shocked the monks to the point of bringing in a powerful deity by the name of Zauna who was known as seer. She was an elusive travelling deity who’s great power she thought was too dangerous for the likes of mortals so she walked freely on the land unbound to anyone or anything. Zauna met with Dawa already knowing of their fate and told the monks that this child is to be protected and cared for with the most esteem.

And with that she left. Dawa who was now justifiably worried about their own fate and existence as a whole sought out Trumeur for comfort. Trumeur was growing sicker, his body seemed to be decaying from the inside out but still he states he lives out of spite. Dawa expressed to him that they were worried and scared, that the implication that someone or something would come and get them was terrifying. Trumeur listened to their fears then shooed them away out of his home.A few days later Miako arrived to see Dawa after hearing news of their sudden development. Miako was also incredibly shocked by what’s been happening with Dawa and decided to stay with them for the time being to boost their defences against whatever it is that they needed to be protected from. Miako was also contacted by Trumeur who asked them to teach him how to fight. Miako did have a good amount of knowledge in martial arts and with various weapons at a rudimentary level but found it odd that this boy was so adamant on learning. But being as he was, Miako agreed and began to proctor Trumeur for the next few years.It was at the age of 17 did Dawa bloom nine branches. Nine arms, the absolute max number of arms that were thought those were able to have was eight. Dawa has gained a staggering amount of unbridled power in an extremely short amount of time causing the monks to panic as well as other deities to become worried, fearful and even jealous. Dawa displayed this volatile energy in destructive ways, unintentionally, but still chaos began to brew within the small village which they were housed. Because of Dawa’s powers coming into itself so quickly, Dawa was locked away in a large stone shrine where they would be sealed up for the time being. Dawa was given food and water through a slit in the stone, the only opening to the sunlight and outside world. Being just as frightened as those around them Dawa did not complain. They thought this was best, the monks know what they’re doing, it’s to protect them and me. Simultaneously during Dawa’s turmoil, war was brewing outside in the larger city states of the Motherland.Dawa stayed in the shrine for about 6 months before sneaking out with Miako’s help. Trumeur, who seemed to be growing stronger and healthier the past months was suddenly brought down by an illness said to be an infection by Diem, the devil figure within The Motherland’s broad religion. The illness was killing Trumeur quickly, an illness that seems to only kill those with a weak heart and will. In Dawa’s absence Trumeur had taken up fighting as a means to protect Dawa from whatever it was that was going to take them but never did they admit that. Their weakness was shown in their inability to admit their faults, their feelings, and be truthful. Dawa met with Trumeur as he lays dying, not believing that Trumeur could be affected by the devil’s infection like this. Dawa, wanting to be able to save someone with their powers decided to counteract the devil’s influence with their own. Dawa lends Trumeur their power dwelling within the ‘extra branch’ the black branch that’s misconception is that it’s an evil and sinful branch. Infusing Trumeur with that divine power as well as giving him a ‘will’. Trumeur had always said they live out of hatred and spite, that their anger fuels them, so Dawa made a doctrine that bound Trumeur to continue living. “As long as I you hate me you will live, and as long as I live you will live”It was within that spell Trumeur became a sort of pseudo deity, infused with divine power but being human born. Trumeur fell unconscious after the binding and that was when their location was stormed by soldiers.Name of a war god has been tossed down to the world of conflict, causing chaos in ignorance. A city state currently at war with another were in dire straits. Their own deity who watched over them with blind eyes that could only see vague imprints of the God’s will saw the birth, death, and rebirth of a deity. This deity would be a world destroyer, soul devouring, monstrous entity. That is what this oracle saw and they instructed their army to retrieve this deity from the woodlands of a remote village monastery.Dawa was kidnapped, Miako unable to fend off the vast number of soldiers who came to abduct their friend. Dawa pleaded to Miako within the panic to take Trumeur and escape with him, to keep him safe. Miako begrudgingly did so, fleeing the scene as a large white wolf, holding the unconscious boy in their maw.Dawa was taken to their capital and interrogated endlessly and mercilessly. Undergoing physical and mental torture in order to get some intel, some sort of power surge out of the deity but to no avail. Dawa did not fight back. Dawa was in their captors grasp for 3 weeks before the next large scale battle was to be fought. This battle would be pivotal for the city state if they were to win but the opposing side had several powerful deities in their ranks, while they had an oracle and Dawa. The oracle, who only spoke when seemingly possessed by visions and words of Gods or by Deim told their rulers that they should use Dawa as a talisman. A good luck charm given power by prayer and brought with them into battle. And then they would win.Dawa, who had no qualms with doing so was brought into the battlefield, fitted with ceremonial garb and ridden into the warfare on the back of a horse with the general. While there were a great number of casualties and those pronounced missing in action, the oracle’s faction did win the battle and several consecutive battles there after. Dawa was a living war talisman. The more prayers and offerings they received the higher chance of victory. News spread of Dawa, a deity so powerful and yet so submissive to their subjugation and situation. A pacifist who watches war apathetically, tossed around, kidnapped, used as a trading piece in negotiations. Seen as both a deity and a thing, since Dawa’s birth peace was never known fully again.All the deities across the Motherland had their own opinions of Dawa. Some loathed the deity for causing such turmoil, death, famine and plague. The chaos Dawa caused with their mere existence could not be forgiven. Others pitied Dawa for their tragic upbringing, felt sorry that they were fated to be such an awful tool. Deities felt no way towards Dawa, deities who had met Dawa and spoken with Dawa often times liked Dawa quite a bit, and those who had only heard stories could only form their opinions from that. But Dawa, despite their war torn life remained fairly chipper in the company of those they were fond of. In each place Dawa found those to connect with, whether it be their retainer or a maid or the children within the palace. Dawa, most notably, loved with a full heart. Cruelties seemed to have no affect on them. No matter the abuse they could smile wide and genuine. But deep in their heart they were tired, they were straining to find happiness in the smallest of light before it flickered out.

Around the age of 22 now Dawa is completely used to war strategies, negotiation meetings, going into battle and walking out with opposing side. They had learned healing magic in the meantime in order to restore mass wounded as well as heal disease along the way. Their life was violent but they were not.During the five years after Dawa’s initial kidnapping Miako was travelling with Trumeur who was getting used to his power. Trumeur could now materialize several arms consisting of a black matter akin to an animated slime like material with the sheen of metal. Physically he has undergone some changes as well. He has the distinct scent of smoke about him, smoke and ashes. His hair is long and black but when faced with an intense emotion it becomes inflamed. His face has black tattoo like patterns across it, which he calls ‘war paint’ that changes pattern with his general mood. Ability wise he is able to conjure the undead masses, necromancy as well as summon his own ‘war dogs’ which are entities forged from the same material as his arms and are semi-sentient. Trumeur, as dictated by Dawa, continued to live and is powered by hatred and hatred alone. But in order to continue living he must find Dawa and protect them because “There is no point in hating something that is dead.”Trumeur enlisted in the opposing military from Dawa’s current homestead. During the first battle he rode into he immediately summoned the undead and overpowered the enemies in one wave. Attacking the calvary that was tasked to protect Dawa during the battle he grabbed the deity and hoisted them up and made his escape with them. Returning to the monarch who held his current loyalties he announced that wherever Dawa was to go he would follow. Trumeur was named a warlord and a threat to the Motherland. He was dangerous, volatile and held powers that did not belong to him. Word of this pseudo deity spread across the land and he was generally hated by all, mortal and deity. Because of his affiliation with Dawa, the opinions of Dawa shifted to a more negative light. Nobody knew exactly why or how Trumeur had any connection to Dawa but Dawa was more than happy to explain to anyone who asked.Both Dawa and Trumeur are now 24 years old, with possibly an eternity ahead of them. Miako is also in the frey, drifting in and out of their life primarily checking on their health and happiness. Trumeur has mellowed out slightly since being reunited Dawa but still retains a grumpy and pessimistic exterior. They are still ones of war, cause war, stop wars, and start wars again. With Trumeur’s presence and intimidating air those who are thirsty for power and desire Dawa’s divinity have backed off more or less and the warring states have been on the downward spiral. Peace is slowly becoming more common but still there will be conflict as long as Dawa is alive. Dimensions begin to collide, the deities as a whole are radiating so much divine power in one place that other planes of existence are starting to feel it.Tl;dr: Basically, in this verse Dawa is a sort of ‘living war talisman’ who brings about war as well as higher probability of winning a battle. They were kidnapped from their monastery in their teenage years after saving the life of a boy named Trumeur, granting him divine powers making him a pseudo deity. Dawa has since then travelled the world with various countries and city states, on and off the battlefield, in political meetings and in strategy rooms. They still love with their whole heart but have become jaded from their life of constant turmoil, and knowing they are the one causing it. The only reason they stay alive is because Trumeur is out there still living for their sake, and living because they are alive. To take away their will would mean he would die as well. The two of them are reunited however and travel the land together as peace begins to fill their homeland once more. There is a high concentration of divine power radiating from their world that has travels past the bounds of their own dimension, seeping into others.Trivia:Trumeur is a trans man. He’s 7’2”, very muscular and covered from head to toe in scars from numerous battles. He chooses not to heal his scars although he is capable of doing so. He believes each scar he has is a sign of strength in some way shape or form. His motifs are insects, usually beetles and scorpions. Image.Miako is Dawa’s older brother figure and Trumeur’s mentor. He’s around 30 years old currently and a free spirit who cares greatly about those two. He’s laid back, mischievous, and while he seems to have loose values he’s steadfast in his beliefs and doesn’t waver when it comes to his friends and family. He’s a nature deity, has the ability to shapeshift into various animals. When he does so the animal of choice is white with golden eyes.There are several deities within this verse ranging from nearly god like to minor godlings. All the original deities share a bond similar to a familial relationship. They are all siblings. The exception being Trumeur who was born human and given deity powers by Dawa to save his life.The Motherland refers to the entire world in this context and the entire world shares the same basic religion but with varying denominations based on local beliefs and creation myths. Similar to christianity and its various denominations.

QUOTES AND EXCERPTS

“To be, divine, a deity of creation, and a God means for your love to be unrequited, unreciprocated, and unconditional. For this love is the ultimate goal. For romantic endeavors and platonic pursuits there will be love, for familial bonds there will be love, but for me there will be a love painful but necessary. This is love I grant for the world, for my people, for every living being. I cast away my humanity, the natural desire to be loved, in order to love all without needing it to be returned. When you are a God, not all will love you, and that is okay. There will be many who love you, but they do not love you for you, instead the idea of your power and the idea of your holiness. I will love this world fully, wholly, with all I have, and there is nothing one must do to return it. The human feelings are fickle and one may love God one day, and loathe the next. I will not waver or be ashamed of you or I, but instead I will love. It’s because this love is what keeps me here, planted to soil and grass, among the birds and cattle, this is what leaves my mark when I am gone. My people will not know me. They will only know a God. If I could tell them any one thing, it would be that I love them. And with that they will do what they wish.Despite everything, I am me, and I love myself, and that is enough. But even now I wish I had loved more in my life, and I wish there was someone who loved me as much as I loved them.It will be painful, and it will be saddening. But I am ready to love with nothing in return.” - From scripture, written by Dawa, ‘One Who Became A God Without Respite’

“When the world is about to end, by your hand, by your and your god’s will, not everyone is going to be too happy about it. Even in a dying, ailing world the end is rarely welcomed wholly.I saw in my journey across the Motherland that several hundreds, thousands of people berated me and mocked me. Through their broken bodies and waning souls, they were…angry, at me. Because to them, I was the one causing all this. I was the one bringing terror and death. It was me. Not the god whom we all worshiped, but just me. As if I wanted to end it all, and rip away everyone’s last gasping breath!…In the cities there were riots. When I came to them to tell of the end times and how I must do as my Gods wanted they broke into a frenzy. Several were injured trying to get to and I was scratched, clawed at, beaten, cut, brutalized. It hurt of course, the physical pain was horrendous. But…the pain in my heart was much greater. I was sad for them…sad that they were scared, confused, angry. But I was also angry.At some point they all climbed off my body and left me bloodied in the street, sure of my death. I wasn’t dead, of course, for the Gods would not let me go without my divine duty completed. So I stood once more as they all seemed to disperse. And when I stood I was doused and lit aflame.In the moment of my burning i couldn’t hear a thing. There was a sharp ringing in my ear. My sight wasn’t clear either as the flames danced around me, singeing and burning my body. The scent of crisp flesh overwhelmed me, burning and returning, burning and regrowing, burning and regenerating. I continued to stand there like a statue, unwavering but then I realized I had not lost my hearing. Everyone was dead silent.And as I burned brightly for an amount of time I could not remember, I sat down, still burning. And over time, everyone around me, sat as well.” - Dawa recounts a bad memory

DAWA GALLERY
art by: myself

post - ascension

pre - ascension

JINPA GALLERY
art by: myself

LANDSCAPE GALLERY
art by: myself

AU: SUN USURPER

background . . . ;
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The hollow sea bones. That the sky once held masses of water, the trees are remains of great beasts now growing from the ocean floor. The sky is blue, an empty basin of a once great flood.The fruit is lightgiving. It’s sweet and succulent, the more consumed the more light shines from your being. The lightgiver makes you shine for yourself this unearthly yellow glow.The cleansing fires from below the surface of their now brittle earth. The cracks bring warmth, it’s a kind thing, but it hurts. Plunge your hand into the coals and ash, and pull out the red.612So on and so forthIt’s difficult to commune with someone who doesn’t remember their dreams. The echoing of something voiceless and gasping frightens them away, back to consciousness. When they eventually stayed to listen, it was the great amalgamation of faces that scared them. When they could look it in their infinite eyes they were then terrified of the responsibility.“I don’t know what to do. I don’t know, I don't know.”This mantra is old. It’s worn and weary, said so many times it’s lost all meaning. They insist and insist they don’t know, they don’t. The colors of their world are fading. The sky’s hollow sea is leaking, the earth is rising into the air, the fruit is draining light. But they insist and insist they don’t know.Each morning they awaken from the dream they cannot recall and go about their day. They turn a blind eye to the oddities they encounter in their daily routine, with a smile they collect their alms and prepare themself for study. It is this stagnation, this cycle of inaction, there is no such thing as causality. Nothing affects each other any more, because nothing is happening at all.It is in that placid water that things begin to rot. That the color of life seeps out and the masses become sleepy. They slow and stagger, their cattle become ill and their hearts become strange. Apathy is an empty thing. You claim no love or hate, instead there is a hole where a passion should have gone.Everyone goes about their life without the finality of death or the passing of time. In a land where a mistake is never made and there never was a chance to make them, they are all but hauntings in a nameless place.But it is now when this halting of causality is resumed, there is a catalyst to its momentum.The deities are chosen by the myriad, its blood is what gives color to the world. The myriad is many as well as a single entity that has begun falling to earth. It’s decrepit miles of body is putrefying into the soil, giving one last breath of life into the wither and rot. Stagnation like a puddle of still water, it breeds.What power the myriad has left is used as blessing to a select few births, and those chosen deities act as religious leaders, scattered across the land to lead different communities of people. Monks of different monasteries follow the unique teachings of each deity, and carry out their will. But still there is something wrong, and each deity knows this, but none are aware of the grand plan.Human elders of myriadism have gathered at the altar, led by Starlis, a deity who resides over funeral rites and burials throughout the whole nation. He is who scavenges for the myriad’s corpse and extracts the lifegiving essence from it. As Starlis ordered to his following:“Bring me a monk who is blindly obedient, deaf to corruption, feels no pain of suffering, and bears a soul that is not white or black, but lacks anything at all.”They brought Dawa. A young monk whose wishes and dreams are generic and whose will is faulty. Every soul has a color, each different, each mixed and melded with many colors, how one sees color will be different from the next. Deities souls have colors as well, and they are the purest form of color due to the myriad’s direct bloodline flowing through them.They told Dawa they would soon have a color, that they no longer had fade into the background, that they no longer needed to smile without reason, that they would be someone all their own. Dawa listened to them intently, in awe of Starlis who stood there tall and beautiful although his eyes were so cold looking down upon them.RitualsRitesCeremoniesSiphoningMetamorphosisIt hurt. The physical pain of many bodies moving within you, clawing from the inside begging to be let out. How your own human form could not contain it’s multitudes, it’s many, it’s myriad. It hurt, it hurt so much but nothing could be said of it because it took your voice, it took your eyes and it took your ears. In a trance-like state you moved and contorted in the dark, the hundreds of candles lighting your transformation as if you were the shrine itself. They will burn effigies of you, they will praise and worship you, they will love you. Isn’t this all you wanted? Isn’t it? Dawa convinced themself through the sweat and tears and simultaneous chill and overheating of their body that yes! This is all they’ve ever wanted! To be someone….something… whatever they will be at the end of this will be better… but it won’t be them will it.Dawa was dressed in the most beautiful of clothes, layers and layers of embroidery and brocade, beads and earrings and their hair grew out so long and beautiful. They would have many visits with the people of the Motherland, their home country, as well as traveling across borders into other nations who had their own Gods lurking separate from reality. They of course were met with pushback by some factions, calling them a false idol, a godking, and similar. They were reassured that as the process of siphoning continues they would no longer feel the pain of their hateful words, but Dawa thought their love hurt as well.Some days were better than others, for their physical health, for their mental health. While they rested words trickled out of their mouth, a voice that was not their own, speaking in many tongues and many tones. They find themself ill often, unable to move at worst, but the pain unfortunately became the norm, and they were able to push through it. Their robes became billowing, sleeves long and wide in order to hide the changes beneath. The elders and Starlis enacted this plan in order to save their nation, to keep the calm and obedience, the happiness. At the expense of one person, one soulless and empty, for the greater good, and they would live on as a brave and noble figure for all time.Miako was the deity Dawa was worshipping under. A kind and silly man who often coddled Dawa and held a great fondness for the monk. He was initially skeptical when Starlis called upon Dawa and now seeing them, in robes made of saffron and gold, in their many followers and worshippers, in their smile they were so happy but in their eyes it was hollow. Miako pulled Dawa aside and not even Dawa could deny the absolute terror plastered onto their deity’s face. To which Miako said:“If this world was meant to fall then we should have let it. If we were all supposed to be rocked into an eternal sleep then we should have laid our heads to rest. You alone are carrying the weight of our waking. It will break your back and it will make your eyes burn- do you want that?”To which Dawa replied:“I want our world to live! I want everyone to be happy, to continue on forever! Even if I am in pain, even if I will no longer be I- it will be worth it, won’t it?” and in those final words there was the slightest hint of doubt. Miako heard it, the choking out of blood and venom from their lungs in the form of uncertainty. Miako held Dawa tightly in their arms, no longer able to pray because if they did Dawa would surely hear his fears.Afterwards Dawa returns to the chamber where the siphoning continues. In their mad dance, possessed by the highest being they conversed with the Gods who wrack their body with pain and their mind with fog. Dawa asked if their world was meant to perish, if they truly stopped all causality, if that is what made it ill and dying. To which it responded with nothing. Dawa understood it’s silence. While the myriad tongues were clouding their perception, turning what little of themself into something else, they understood.Each day seemed longer than the last. That reality started to bend and warp around them. Divine powers were odd and esoteric but they managed to get a handle of them decently well in their short time with them. They met with world leaders, religious figureheads and simple folk all around the world. While many looked at them with awe, and some even became suitors to the soon to be God, there were others who burned with hate, and even those with pity. Dawa would march around their quarters, the long halls with tapestries depicting themself, wondering what should be done. For everyone, for their people, and after a long meditation they came to a conclusion … What do I want?Their metamorphosis has become increasingly more strenuous the more is forced into them, while the physical pain is agonizing their mental strain is becoming more than they can bear. Perhaps they never had a clear sense of self but the fact they would never be able to have one as an omniscient omnipotent entity scares them the most. Several of Sarlis’ monks on the lower echelon conspired to assist Dawa in escaping to the countryside for some self-reflection. Dawa managed to flee the monastery and spent the night laying in a field staring into the vastness of the sky. It was there an epiphany overtook them. One of great fear and one of great treason. That they shall become the sun.The Sun Usurper: The forcing of a dying god into a host so that the God will live on and the host will die off. But in an act of defiance the host swallows the god and becomes the god themself.

personality . . . ;
Śūnyatā , emptiness , voidness
This emptiness, this voidness, is not what one might think. Within the context of Buddhism it is a deep philosophy, one considered difficult to fully grasp, understand, and become one with. Really and truly. It is a void, not of gloom, not of nihilism but very much the opposite. This concept is used to express that everything we as humans encounter as our lives go on is empty of identity, any sort of permanence, definite form or aspects, or any sense of ‘self’ because everything is intertwined, interrelated and mutually dependent on one another. Nothing is truly independent. Without independence, what is ‘self’ alone. Then what is your entity if not without others. Our inherent existence is something faulty, with our own being and own power it’s not feasible within the concept of voidness. That we exist from within our own self. The emptiness refers to the emptiness of inherent existence. The way we perceive things is void, the way we perceive ourselves is void, the perceptions we place on things are empty and void. Like the sky it is empty, with clouds floating about it is our perception and the void is the space inbetween in response to our desires, attachments, and wishes. Every facet of reality is indistinct from one another, thus being empty.But emptiness does not mean nothingness.The concept of Śūnyatā is a subtle one, philosophy very important to Buddhism across the many teachings and branches. Difficult to grasp and to explain, it’s interlaced with the concept of nirvana and what it takes to reach enlightenment. Through the path one may stray, become weary, become lost. That this ‘emptiness’ you feel is not one of euphoria and freedom but one that ways you down as your emptiness becomes ‘full’.Dawa is empty. Not in the same way as Śūnyatā but in the pit of their soul. They are hollow, full of nothing. While they are bright and shining as the sun, the light is blinding so you cannot see the smile waver. Dawa is a kind person, a pushover who takes on too many tasks for too many people. They strive to please and want everyone’s smiles to be as wide as their own. And genuine.Dawa shines brightly because they have to. They feel obligated to continue on as the sunshine in the sky. People look up to them, see them as a shining example of how anyone should act. That pressure has caused them to rid themself of all self, in a detrimental way. Dawa has convinced themself to an extent that this person they are, is them. That they were not molded and shaped by their surroundings, their perception of who they are. Dawa was always Dawa. Dawa is kind, merciful, loving, generous, hopeful. They are every positive trait that they were told.Say Dawa was a bulletin board. You pin a piece of paper that says ‘funny’ to them. They then become funny based on that word that was given. Another word could be pinned to them, and they would become that word as well. And another and another. Even the contradicting words they would try their best to suffice who put that word there. They just want others to be happy. So they don’t have to be. Because it’s too hard.Their happiness comes last. No amount of convincing, no matter how enticing and realistic, no matter if they feel a genuine burst of excitement or cheer they know deep down something is wrong. Fully aware of their hollowness, Dawa is lazy when it comes to their own self care. Physically and mentally. Neglecting their health but not realizing the depression because they are still able to go about and do responsibilities, perform their charade for the masses. They will say ‘I am not depressed, I am not anxious, I am not stressed’ because it is simply easier to live in blissful ignorance, self inflicted.To speak to Dawa you will find pleasantness and jubilance. They speak excitedly, happy to hear of your exploits and of your passions. While they listen, and imagine what it would be like to have exploits and passions. They certainly do, somewhere. Dawa enjoys artistry of the 3-d variety. Sculpting, weaving, mask making, sewing, etc. They like to wander aimlessly, take their daydreams elsewhere. They enjoy sleeping in the sun and listening keenly to others' problems but never offering advice.Dawa’s emotions are terribly stifled. Dawa cannot perceive anger, they cannot right now feel anger as it translates immediately into sadness and woe. They cry often out of frustration and agony alone in their housing, only to sit in meditation in order to calm themself. They desperately want. They want so badly. These desires are not in a physical form, they are not gluttonous or lustful, but that of pride. Dawa is vain. Seeing themself not only as an awful excuse for a monk and human but as someone righteous in their motives to keep others happiness before their own. It’s a complicated sense of self, constantly fluctuating and changing. But still, they are hollow.And because they were hollow, they became the vessel.To fill this monk with something much greater than themself, much greater than anything else. This metamorphosis was slow, agonizing, and continues. Throughout the siphoning process Dawa was bestowed with offerings, gifts, and sacrifices of many kinds. They were dressed in ceremonial garb each day, they were given the best food to eat, the greatest of temples and the most gorgeous of monasteries to teach. They are a mouthpiece, they are harboring an entity much larger in scale within them, they are dying each day they leak out, and it drips in. But considering they were hollow all this time, what does it matter? Dawa tries their best to convince themself this is an honor, that this is what they were born to do. But they cannot shake that something is wrong, that perhaps, they don’t want this at all.It was over this time of turbulence in the religious-political structure of their nation that Dawa began to see deeper within themself. They refused to let the suffering cause cruelty. They refused to let the manipulation cause ignorance. They would remain faithful to their myriad tongues and many headed God, to the people who both adored and hated them for reasons that did not directly involve Dawa. They would love unequivocally, unconditional and unrequited. Forced into a leadership position they would lead regardless, in their own gentle way.Dawa speaks and emotes in a manner a bit naive. They are excitable, enthusiastic, and never seem to be in a bad mood. Their tone when speaking is soft and melodic, but they’re trying to stifle something by pushing forward their own voice and drowning out another. Their means of conversation is a bit cryptic at times and they will apologize for that. In the process of finding themself, Dawa has come to realize they are a bit of a romantic. While finding love in their current situation will be impossible, they find melancholic bliss in pretending to be in love, as a way to pass the time. They enjoy appearances, and continue to be vain but in a more physical and materialistic way. They wish to help others but are afraid their very specialized knowledge of the world will make their assistance less than valuable.

Powers and abilities . . . ;The Red: The color in which they have chosen for themself. Colors of the soul are gained through life experiences for humans, and each color is different, often a combination of multiple colors, mixing together into something uniquely their own. Deity’s colors are often pure and unmuddled by experiences, instead they are reliant solely on the myriad for guidance and purpose. Dawa, however, chose their color. A deep and vibrant red. A red that is blood and a red that is passion, that is flowers and that is fire and fruit. This power manifests as a stain. A red stain that covers their hands and feet, that makes their face flushed. The stain can be transferred, this saffron color in the form of powder or paint. The red stain is often associated with acts of violence and war, used in warpaint and markings on the body to denote strength in battle and blessed victories. Dawa can bless others by giving them a stain of red, gifting them with physical and mental strength, a distinct warmth of being held and loved, luck in their endeavours and goals; this is as well works reversely as staining someone with the red in ill intent can cause igniting in flame, the capability to control the person physically (think bloodbending) as well as simply being a declaration of war (in a more ceremonial sense) The red they leak can be used as paint, pigmentation for dying materials, etc. God - dyed and woven garments are considered to be holy and sacred and are not worn, instead prized.Echoes: Dawa’s divine condition causes memories to leak out. Echoes are apparitions of good and bad memories reflected on reality. These memories are of Dawa at different points in their life. The echo of Dawa can be far from where Dawa’s physical body actually is, wandering around and interacting with the environment they are in, to an extent. The way the echo acts would be how Dawa would act in the memory. For example, if Dawa was a child in the echo they would act as a child, reacting as a child would. But if you were to ask the child echo something that only adult Dawa would know, they would not be able to answer. These echoes often appear when Dawa is asleep, unconscious or under a trance state of communing with the myriad. Echoes can also take the form of places. For example Dawa’s memory of the chamber in which they perform the siphoning can overlay an existing place. It will be dream-like, memory-like in that it is transparent to an extent, and you can see what takes place in the memory as if you were witnessing it real time. The echoes eventually fade, and if you interact with an echo the memory of you does not taint the original.Memory storage: Entwining their memories into a plant, animal, or even person does not riddle said entity with their memories, but instead allows Dawa to remember something vaguely by looking at them. For example if Dawa were to put the memory of an old friend that made their heart swell and feel at peace into a certain type of flower, then every time they see that type of flower their heart will swell and feel at peace. Dawa fears they, as Dawa will not have a lasting effect on their surroundings, so as consolation they will put their own memories in things so that other people can feel what they once felt, if only for a moment.The Body: Dawa is a human, with a human body with human capabilities. They are no longer completely human. Their body and soul is being used to siphon what is left of the Myriad’s power, entity, being, physicality, and multitudes. The process is extremely painful and strenuous on Dawa. Early on it was near unbearable, they would be thrashing about incessantly, having to be restrained and subdued, often being knocked unconscious in the process, leaving the God itself having full hold over Dawa’s body. Overtime they ‘got used to it’ to an extent. Because Dawa’s body is acclimating to having what can be considered a cosmic horror, some type of vague abomination within them, their body has started to change to make up for the lack of space. Dawa’s body has adjusted to the new passenger by creating extra limbs, both arms and legs will sprout from them from time to time. The arms however become a more permanent fixture of their being, seeing as all depictions of the myriad features an impossible number of arms. But they can still will the arms to come and go as they see fit, if they can tolerate it. The Body is also capable of expanding to great sizes, both in a humanoid form and something more monstrous. It is not exactly considered shape shifting as Dawa hasn’t much say in what form they take, but it’s very body-horror. Sometimes their face contorts, other times their arms are mangled. In order to keep up appearances however they will wear big, ornate outfits to cover up whatever they have going on. But this again depends on how they are feeling from day to day, like a chronic illness or depression, each day is different. The Body they possess has no inherent powers, and is instead compensating for what lurks within.Prayer Wheel: A way to relieve themself of physical and mental strain. It draws out the karma, from themself, as well as just being a comfort to them during stressful times. Because it draws out divine power from themself, it retains divine power and will occasionally have to be drained. The drained power takes a physical form. With the consistency of honey, like the lightgiving fruit’s nectar, if consumed it grants an enlightened state. Mental clarity and respite from the world around you, if only temporarily.Yak: A yak Dawa has named Jinpa, that they met and bonded with when they ran away from the monastery.

AU; FUNERAL ARTS

Death is a cycle. A re-cycle.The overarching myriad God who created each individual soul wholecloth from the aether has been slowly dying. The cosmic body falls to earth, massive hands, arms, legs, fingers, and parts of heads are found across the globe. With the body unable to produce as many new souls and lives, the population dwindles. Births are still and death becomes increasingly more terrifying. At some point, different factions of the multitude of religions collaborated, hatching a plan to keep themselves afloat. The cosmic bodies that fell to earth, their viscera is ambrosia, granting power. A siphoning process began with a single and most revered monk of each faction, to turn them into deities. And from there the deities would rule over different aspects of life and death and all inbetween. Doing as their dying God could not.These deities' lifespans vary. Those who were chosen to reign over more mundane aspects are longer living, while others perish rather quickly in comparison. Not just because of the immense power surging through them, but also immense stress. But this system seemed to work well enough. Still though, the main issue remains; souls are a finite resource. How do we change that?It was the cunning work of one of the early deities’ residing over death. To take the souls of the deceased and replant them into the aether. It was then the ambitious work of another death deity who opened the aether itself, allowing souls to pass through different worlds and planes entirely in order to expand the pool. And it was the work of a diligent, strict and perfectionist death who turned this whole ordeal into a well oiled machine.Starlis is the presiding deity ruling over death. Death aspects, ritual, and any and all inbetween. (necromancy, plague & illness, etc.) working closely with the many life reliant deities in order to make this all play out as smoothly, the entire world in which they live has a single funeral home. This funeral home that acts as a town, a school, a monastery, a hospital, etc. is the size of a city-state. When there is a passing in any part of the world, the body must go through this funeral home if they want their soul recycled and they want to meet life again. But of course not all bodies can pass through this harbor of the dead as situations are sticky and happenstance cruel. Have no fear! Starlis’ crows are everywhere, his eyes searching and souls are plucked from corpses on battlefields with ease. But if you’d really like to help the death deity then please stop by with your loved ones corpse. He is overworked.The funeral home itself will cater to all religious needs, all customs, all requests! From embalming and viewings to cremations to mummifications! They do it all. Every manner of funeral rites will be found here, and any final requests from families of the deceased to the deceased themselves will be completed to the best of their abilities. The staff of the funeral home are all monks to some extent, trained in their specialized arts. Grief counseling, mysticism, seances, anatomy, autopsies, embalming, burning, facial reconstruction, death shrouds, everything you can think of in relation to aftercare of death, they do. The architecture and landscaping of the massive city-size funeral home that processes literally thousands upon thousands of bodies each day, is brightly colored, pattern-filled, and always active. (think the bath house/festival area from Spirited Away except the size of a city and its a funeral home.) In a way, death makes the world go round. It has become more important than life in this instance. With the population steadily and consistently growing to its old levels everything has been pretty alright.That doesn’t mean there were never any bumps in the road. Deities are more or less chosen from the cream of the crop. Their demeanor and personality is taken into account, their work ethic, and whether or not they can even handle such responsibility. The consumption and siphoning process begins and the body shifts in ways painful, until their body can hold the divinity coursing through them. This is very important, the picking and choosing and checking and double checking because the cosmic body can and will reject you. And if that happens, then there is no chance for you, or your soul. So deities are not too often chosen unless there’s a high turnover rate. And there has been no truly new deities so to speak. Just a rotation of old titles to new figureheads. Until, of course, there was a rather stubborn and starry-eyed human monk who thought otherwise.Dawa is the newest deity on the block. A deity who realized since the opening of the aether with all new crops of souls being brought in and sent out, some may be separated. Dawa was a young monk who would often be left to comfort the non-ascetic in their day to day woes. The monk was always bright, a warmth radiated from them despite how clumsy and gullible they were. Their smile was so genuine, shining like the sun, but they also took too much of others' woes. They carry these like a burden on their shoulders, thinking of them at night and what little sleep they got was wrought with nightmares. But they narrowed down what was plaguing them most; soul mates within our world are able to find each other again, but if they were to pass through to other worlds, they may not ever cross paths.A pact so strong that it eclipses time and death. There are just some people who simply cannot live without another in their lives at some point. Dawa can see that in people. Those whose souls are so close, to tear away one, would kill the other. When an elderly couple died mere hours apart from each other, Dawa found the bodies during their alms walk. They knew in their gut that these two would never survive or live any sort of truly happy life separated. They had to meet again! They just had to! So Dawa took their souls and pulled their souls into fibers. As they did this however one of death’s crows watched. Annoyed and also confused, the bird began pecking at Dawa and Dawa had to explain their case. Death listened. And Death understood.Dawa is now the weaver of soul-mates. A relatively small job within the whole funeral factory and infrastructure. A small job that many find to be useless and not that important at all. But despite Death’s coldness and stoic glares, he seems to be convinced of this importance. As Death would like the passing to be easy for everyone, and a comfort brought to the next world. And if that comfort is a person then so be it. Dawa weaves together the fibers of two or more souls into a tapestry, bound together and unbroken, the strongest fabric in the universe.