The Vessels of the Gods -- character cache for bunnyshadow & mothamongwasps

[mothamongwasps]

Name : Fyedka Samakia
Gender : Male
Age : 26
Deity : Truth/Death

Personality : Having spent a life in preparation for carrying a massive burden, allegedly for the good of Mankind, Fyedka is something of an intense individual. His overwhelming calm was the outcome of decades of meditative and disciplinary training at the behest of the Cult of Truth. He and the other potential Vessels were raised in the cult's Temple like monks, practicing in personal neutrality and letting go of worldly attachments in hopes of manifesting the Deity unto themselves and bringing about the age of Truth. In his youth, Fyedka was prone to passionate reactions and extremely resistant to what he was told may be his destiny. But he was groomed to disconnect himself from his emotions and accept his reality as it was. And he was programmed to believe that it was his duty to do so, despite having no desire to be chosen to carry the deity.
However, since the Manifestation of Truth has actually befallen him, and the first channeling was disastrous, Fyedka finds himself harboring feelings of darkness and resentment for the burden he is forced to carry. The cult's beliefs do not actually align with Truth, and that betrayal has stirred a deep and seething anger in him that has been growing since its inception. As a result he spends almost every waking second working to overcome it as an imminent prophecy draws nearer, which only feeds back into the cycle of resentment.

Appearance : Immaculate posture and sharp angles. Broad shoulders and narrow waist. Fluid lines and sleek muscle. Fyedka and other prospective Vessels were trained not just for power, but agility, and it shows. More mesomorph than ectomorph, but he's lean and fast and flexible. He bears very few scars on his body outside of the remnants of early combat training errors. Possessed of a deep, warm, sun-touched complexion and straight, dark hair that hasn't been cut in several years and hits his lower back when loose. A firm jaw and straight nose, stern brows and honey-brown eyes that verge into golden territory. Since receiving the Deity, he has been attended and anointed by acolytes of Truth on a daily basis, much to Fyedka's personal dismay. As such, his skin is soft, face clean-shaven, and and his hair almost always intricately braided and pinned back.

Abilities/Weaponry : The Cult of Truth's martial style is one that delivers fast, precise, disabling blows to crucial junctions, using as few strikes as possible at an intimate range. This is traditionally done by hand with armored gloves, but more modern techniques have developed with specialized weaponry. Fyedka is most practiced at wielding an iron shortstaff and a weighted dagger with an impact pommel, and of course the cestus-like gloves.
Truth does not necessarily supply him with additional strength in combat; rather, the gift given therein is profound precision in the reading of an enemy's movements and a meticulous eye for opportunity. Even when he learns some control over channeling the full spectrum of Truth, Fyedka struggles with containing the energy involved. Using its vision in battle for extended periods is incredibly draining and painful, and may blind him until the next time he dies in extreme cases. Death, Truth's other face, will almost certainly never aide him in battle but will resurrect him if he dies, whether he likes it or not. At least until his purpose is met.

History/Other : Fyedka was one of about thirty children to have been trafficked and sold to the Cult of Truth when their Rune-Reader had discerned that Truth would manifest itself before them if they provided a worthy vessel at the time of its coming. Fyedka was seven or eight, too old to forget that he was there against his will, unlike some of the younger ones, but eventually gave up on extracting himself from their intentions anyway. For close to twenty years, he and the others were handled and groomed and trained with the intention of making them ideal pinnacles of strength and enlightenment, to try and suffice the needs of their God.
When the convergence came, it was Fyedka whose third eye was torn open to view the explosive madness of infinity, and from this he pulled a prophecy:
Destruction was coming to take the Temple - the Cult of Truth was going to burn.
Fyedka died for the first time, speaking those words, burned up with the radiation of the God within him - and encountered its other face on the other side before returning to the living world anew with his memory of the experience fully intact.

 

[bunnyshadow]

Name : Azrael Durai
Gender : Male
Age : 24
Deity : Destruction/War/Chaos

Personality : Normally he uses force to get what he wants, but can just as easily put on an alluring mask where he uses his silver tongue to charm and manipulate. When first encountering anybody, Azrael is levelheaded and easygoing, but it all falls away the moment anything so much as touches one of his nerves. Temperamental and cruel, he is constantly seeking any opportunity to draw blood. Azrael is irrational and violent, nearly always starting fights with anyone or anything he encounters. Emotional to a fault and prone to rage, oftentimes lashing out furiously every time something doesn't go his way. His feelings run shallow, and he is rude and impatient. Azrael will jump at any opportunity to destroy, regardless of whether or not his opponent is far stronger or far weaker than him. Greedy and hungry for power, he'd rather go through the agony of death a million times over than let somebody best him in battle.

Appearance : Azrael is not extraordinarily bulky in a way that would call attention to himself. He is muscular and athletic, with toned abs and strong arms. His body is littered with scars, so many so that he'd nearly forgotten which ones came from what. Ash blonde hair frames one side of his face, longer strands sometimes falling across his forehead, though the other side is shaved neatly to form a messy undercut that crosses his head. He has a sharp jaw, tall cheekbones, softly arched brows and a delicate nose; all features that are unnaturally soft in comparison to his fiery personality. Azrael has striking, sapphire colored eyes, laced with different shades of grays and blues.

Abilities/Weaponry : A master of any hand held weapons, able to wield spears, daggers, scythes and others with deadly precision. So long as it's in his hands and has the ability to destroy or inflict suffering, Azrael can use it. His godlike prowess with such weapons was a gift from the Deity of Destruction, but he pays a heavy price in return for manifesting the god's powers. Channeling the deity's combat skills will cause whatever weapon in his hands to coarse with dark energy, effectively bruising his skin, breaking his bones, or lacerating his flesh depending on how long he's calling upon the deity for help. When he isn't using this cruel gift, he is simply sufficient enough to know how to fend off enemies or gain the upper hand in a messy brawl.

History/Other : As of now, he isn't yet aware that he is channeling the power of godly forces yet. His nights are spent restless as he dreams of a many limbed figure that is sometimes cold, sometimes angry, and sometimes alluring, but always filling him with siren song visions of a future where the world is at his feet. He travels the barren landscape of the ruined earth, straying from town to town and taking treks through forests, mountains and valleys in search of something more, something he can't yet identify yet. Everywhere he goes, destruction follows, and the stench of death clings to his body like a repugnant perfume.

In recent days, he follows a pull towards a nameless location with faceless figures, as if a greater power is drawing him to this unknown destination, calling out to him to kill every living being he can find there and on the way there. He'd always been a violent person, but never before has he experienced such carnal fury and bloodlust than after his visions began.

Azrael will soon give up everything he had to become a vessel for the deities that influence his actions, his greed for power and strength a perfect fit for his god. Not only that, his willingness to ravage his own body in order to dominate enemies makes him a perfect fit for his deity.