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| [HTMLHero] Aolo; God of Trickery | |
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| Topic Started: Aug 24 2011, 03:09 AM (410 Views) | |
| Volksgeist | Aug 24 2011, 03:09 AM Post #1 |
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Name: Aolo Alias: Spinner of the Web of Deceit, Mother of Calumny, Father of Writhing Tongues, The Guiled One, The Trickster, Deception Incarnate, Silver-Tongue, The Joker, and The Thief Race: Elf Gender: Male [Androgynous as a God] Age: 266 years old Appearance: Mortal Appearance: As a Mortal, Aolo was very similar to others of his race. He was extremely pale, raven-dark locks adorned his head and swiveled down his body, ending mid-back and draping lightly over his shoulders. His eyes were shimmering gray pools, brimming with knowledge one can only have after living hundreds of years. He was a tad taller than most elves, standing at a grand total of 6' 7". Though tall, he was extremely skinny and gaunt, a creature of limbs rather than torso. Each movement he made was swift and deliberate, all motions flowing together as if some sort of dance that only he knew and that he performed every day. During his mortal life, he was mistaken for an Elven woman numerous times. Though this was a common mistake, he never questioned his own sexuality, resting assured that he was entirely male in both body and mind. Divine Appearance: After gaining the power of a God, Aolo decided that he would reinvent himself, both to more embody his respective focus and to also distance himself from mortality as he had known it. Both were simple with a creative mind and he set to it almost immediately. The first thing he did was abolish his gender. He was no more a he, nor was he a she. He bore no sexual organs with which to procreate. His figure was that of a slender man, though his hips and chest at times seem to be more reminiscent of a woman's physique. With no gender, he proclaimed he had no bias, and as such was more fit to be a god. He would not favor men because he was not a man, nor would he serve only women for he was no woman. He was a god, in the truest sense of the word. Next, he decided upon including a few cliches about lying or deception. The first was his change of tongue. Instead of the red thing that twisted and turned, creating consonant and vowel alike and stringing together sentences, stories, or poems, it was replaced by something of the same shape and yet, it was bright silver. This cliche made it known that he was a twister of words, a teller of tales, and a spinner of stories. With quick wit and sharp mind, Aolo could spin a story so fantastic that the gods couldn't believe it, and tell a poem to make all hearts jump, or place the blame on another and convince everyone he was telling the truth. Secondly, he created upon himself two more arms, placed under his original two but pushed back slightly and almost always folded away. These extra appendages hid within the folds of his great silver cloak, a secretive adornment to his physique. With four arms instead of two, and two of which being hidden from all, he is able to pull elaborate tricks, using sleight of hand to make items disappear in a flash, perhaps to never turn up again at all. His skin became pale as moonlight. His locks, as if wisps of darkness swiveling over his body like a vile miasma, threatening to whisk him away into nothingness. Upon his head, he placed the skull of a horned animal, a bleached white thing that covered his own head entirely. Upon his body writhed tattooes that glimmered, as if made of white light. They depicted archaic symbols, snakes coiling about his arms, a depiction of a similar skull directly on his pale chest, and upon his back his sigil, a snake swallowing its own tail. His height increased so that he stood at 8', and his physique, though impossibly strong, became more exaggeratedly gaunt and thin and slender, taking on similarities to spiders, all arm and leg. Apparel: Mortal Apparel: As with most elves, he was a hunter for his tribe. Therefore, his general apparel while mortal consisted of three things: crude pants, a cloak, and a sharpened spear. The pants were made of a brown, tanned animal hide. It had been dried in the son and stretched so that it may fit him. These crude pants he wore all of the time, as his tribe insisted upon covering themselves up in a belief that being completely naked was not correct, something that had not been necessarily instilled in the tribe but was still a common belief. The cloak was of animal fur, bear and wolf, to be specific. These creature Aolo had killed with his own hands, being pitted against them on certain festivals with no more than his own skills to save him. The bear, he had choked to death while upon its back, holding for dear life as the massive glistening black creature writhed in agony as its windpipe was forcibly closed. The wolf, in the festival fight, had bested him for a short time, having succeeded in pinning him to the ground and threatening to eat out his throat. It was quick thinking that save him, when the wolf dipped its head with snarling fangs to bite, he was able to get his hands around its snout and on the side of its head, sliding its skull sideways and shattering the bones within the fragile creature's neck. This cloak was made for him by the most skilled craftsman with the creatures' furs, as a sign of his valor. The spear was nothing special. A sharpened piece of common wood that stood about a foot taller than he did. It served him well in hunting and games. Divine Apparel: Aolo was always a fan of the elaborate trick, but never of the extravagant dress. This being said, he keeps his apparel to a minimum, and as such only again has three things which he chooses to wear as a god: an animal skull helmet/mask, a fur cloak of silver coloration bearing his insignia, and a gnarled black staff. The animal skull helmet/mask is used to hide his appearance from others. His voice is as ambiguous and androgynous as his appearance, and therefore he hides the only thing that may give his original gender away, his eyes. The mask is used as a grim mockery, being entirely clean and perfectly shaped, yet despite its perfection it is still a resemblance of death. The horns on the helm symbolize a sort of bucking-the-system attitude, something that all mythological tricksters, especially Aolo, love to do. The silver cloak lined with white fur that he wears around his shoulders has two purposes. One is to hide his two secretive arms from the sight of others so that he might be a deft thief. The other is that the reflective surface plays any light source so that it confuses anyone who looks upon him as to his gender or appearance. They may see a figure with a skull and immediately presume him a man, though they may see that he is slender and tall and long-haired and think him a woman. His idea with the cloak is to constantly confuse those who look upon him, so that they may never be able to tell exactly what he is. The sigil on the back matches his tattoo of light, a snake swallowing its own tail. Finally, he bares a gnarled, black staff of some ghastly wood. Enjoying the forest where he grew up, where dark trees writhed with stiff fingers, reaching towards the heavens, he decided to model his staff after the myriad of walking sticks he had gathered whilst bound within the mortal coil. The writhing wood also somewhat symbolizes his personality, being useful but also at times being difficult to use. History: Two dark shapes, bathed in shadow sat still, rapidly exchanging quiet whispers in the dark. The tongue that they spoke may very well soon die off from existence all together. One of the shapes, a fair-skinned and raven-haired woman, held a bundle close to her breast. A newborn child suckled quietly nestled in the fur that she had picked as swaddling. The other shape was a man. The man's eyebrows were knitted together and his eyes closed as if in such deep thought that pain was spreading throughout his whole body. He spoke, asking that they take the newborn child into the woods. They would leave him there in the dark furs. If another tribe found him, they may take him in, or perhaps, if barbaric enough, they may feast on him or raise him as a slave. If not another tribe, let the animals have him. He explained quietly and intensely that they could not handle another mouth to feed in the tribe. Food was short as is, and kids were becoming more and more of a liability for the tribe. He pleaded with the woman. Her eyes slide down to the child. He had stopped suckling, had had his fill, and was now sleeping soundlessly in her arms. His gaunt fave and long body was bathed in moonlight, a matching paleness clearly visible in the dark. She looked at the man and refused him. This was her child, she would keep it, expected or not. They would raise him on little, and teach him to respect others and share what he had been given, always. The man sighed, a sign he had been broken down to acceptance of the child's continued existence. He spoke one last time before leaving the small cave in which the child had been birthed. He declared that they would name the child Aolo, a name which in that ancient tongue meant "He Who Takes." --- Years passed and the boy grew. In his youth, the growing numbers of his strive, as had been predicted, caused almost the entirety of the tribe to die out. Aolo and his best friend, Vahu, were two to stick together, the others died, joined close by tribes, were enslaved, or fled. Between the growing population, lack of supplies, and neighboring tribes warring with their tribe, they had had no hope. It was within their first year of being on their own that Aolo hatched the idea of how to survive in this cruel world. Together, he and Vahu traveled through the woods and, at night, freed slaves and captives and banded them together to form a patchwork tribe. The blending of cultures was difficult at first, as was the language barrier, but they found common ground through goals, and were able to make it work. The group was at its peak when it numbered at about twenty members. All but five were men, and they hid within the trees, always moving. At night, they pillaged nomadic tribes, stealing furs, spears, slaves, and food. They collected it all and stored it within a cave that stood at the edge of a lake that had been very close to the general hunting grounds for Vahu and Aolo's people. Aolo became know as the Thief Prince, and Vahu the Strong-Hand. Aolo was quick witted and sly, a strategist. Vahu, on the other hand, had the brute strength to convince others to go with the plans, and to hold his own in battle. Their pillaging continued for a number of years, but as time went on they found it harder to find new tribes to steal from, harder to find slaves. People were leaving the area, and as such there were many deserters. When the group grew small, a great fight broke out between Vahu and Aolo. Vahu insisted upon moving immediately, Aolo insisted upon waiting and using up what was left of their pillaging over the years. It was a blood bath. Aolo used clever traps to slay all of the remaining members of his ramshackle group of tribesmen, including his very own former best friend, Vahu. Alone in the world, Aolo used up the remaining supplies and endeavored to keep his wits sharp. He set traps for travelers to come across, and using these, he remained the Thief King in his own eyes and int he tales of travelers. One day, there would be nothing left for him to stay for. He would have to move on. --- The day came and Aolo set out on his mission to find a new territory. However, upon his travels, he was captured by a man masquerading as the great Thief King, who had done what Aolo had done years before. The man did not know of Aolo's being the true Thief King, and thus ordered him rendered a slave to be used as bait for other tribes that may be foolish enough to try and free him. The once proud Thief King was no more than human cattle now. He witnessed many horrific sights, including the tribe by which he was held captive killing off a number of other slaves and eating them. When he had been the leader of his tribe, no such horrible things had come to slaves. Slaves had been offered a place in the tribe, or set free and never seen again. These men were barbaric. He knew that perhaps any minute he could be taken off into the woods and murdered. They would cook his flesh over the fire and feast like kings. This was something he would not let happen. However, being constantly guarded and shoved within a cave did not help, nor did the fact he had eaten next to nothing in months. Desperate to escape captivity and renew his search, Aolo fooled the other slaves in to believing that he had a fool proof plan to escape from the encampment. While the slaves all charged their guards, Aolo was able to seize a number of crude spears. From there, he and the others began to flee the encampment, the remaining captors at their heels. Aolo convince a number of slaves to attempt to fight them off for the better good, only so that he could get away. He fled into the woods by himself, content that his plan to use the other slaves as a means of escape had worked. He made it to the cave by the lake, his original resting place with his tribe. That night, he slept restlessly. He awoke in the early morning, no sun in the sky. Peering into the glimmering water, Aolo caught sight of a white light deep below the water's surface. He leapt into the water and swam into the murky depths, both curious and excited. When he came to it, he realized that this object was strange. Reaching to touch it, his hand passed through it and he felt, somewhere deep down, that he was in two places at once. Invigorated and down on his luck already, Aolo decided it was time to play with chance. "It'll be fine. You're not scared." He lied to himself. Under the spell of his own silver tongue, Aolo entered the portal and a completely new plane of existence. Personality: Boisterous and sarcastic outwardly but brimming with intelligence and cold calculation within, the Trickster God Aolo is not short of surprises. When in the company of other such as himself, such as, divine beings, he is always busy attempting to piss off others and generally just be annoying. He loves to play pranks on other gods, stealing articles from them and such and hiding them for asinine amounts of time, because he loves to start conflict. If there is one thing that Aolo realizes, it is that by starting conflict, changes will come about and there will never be a boring moment. And that is what Aolo is about, taking the boredom out of infinity. Aolo may inadvertently cause evil or good things to happen, but they are of no consequence to him. He takes no side because he chooses ambiguity. Confusing others is a favorite past time of Aolo. He gets no more joy than from when he is fooling others, lying and blaming bad deeds on a scapegoat. What he really wants is change. Aolo does not want an eternity of peace and love, nor does he hunger for copious amounts of blood and war for ages on end. He likes to see a situation reach each extreme and then force past both ends of the spectrum. He likes to force new things to come about. He is a mover, a shaker, a blasphemer, a liar, a down-right bastard and he loves it that way. Focus: Trickery Divine Realm: Jungaia Powers: Mind of Trickery: While in your divine realm, you can extend your consciousness into the mortal world, becoming an extension of Trickery to observe Tabla-Rusa. Your gaze will be limited at first, and the more area you look over, the more details you lose. Silver Tongue: Being Trickery incarnate, it's easy for you to tell what is a lie and what is the truth. Essentially, you are a living lie detector, able to tell any statement as true or false as it is spoken. Perfect Illusion: You can cast an illusion upon yourself, fooling all mortals who see it into believing you to be whatever you wish. There is no chance of a mortal disbelieving this illusion. Edited by Volksgeist, Aug 26 2011, 03:36 PM.
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| Professional Protagonist | Aug 25 2011, 12:24 AM Post #2 |
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| Professional Protagonist | Sep 4 2011, 03:23 PM Post #3 |
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