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| Reign of Chaos; Da Kano! | |
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| Gray | May 19 2010, 10:37 PM Post #1 |
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Gray: Name: Devraj (Variation of the Sanskrit name Devraja, which means "King of Gods," with 'Dev' meaning God, and 'Raja' meaning king) Nickname: Dev Age: Unknown - appears to be in his early thirties Appearance: Shoulder length hair, bright red in color, shot through with black and indigo streaks; long, aquiline features; stormy gray eyes that change color with his moods - red when he's angry, pitch black when he's causing chaos and is in his element, green when he's bored, and a light lavender/blue color when he's happy - which is rare; random facial piercings that he changes at will; lanky, but well muscled; 5 feet 8 inches tall; 175 lbs. Bio: Devraj is the God of Chaos, and fully expects to be treated as such. He demands sacrifices from his people in order to appease him, and even when given the sacrifices that he craves, he still wreaks havoc upon their miserable lives. And the sacrifices? Yeah... not death. Dev doesn't do death. He uses these "sacrifices" to slake his sexual thirsts and appetites... but they can never hold his interest for very long. He stays in the temple that was built for him, preferring to stay hidden from public. He rather likes the stories that circulate about him being uglier than the hind end of a pig, and he enjoys the expressions on his "sacrifices" faces when they see him for the first time and realize that he is not, in fact, a monster. Well... that he doesn't look like a monster, at any rate. Personality: Devraj is demanding and vociferous, and his wrath is both terrible and amazing to witness. He is strict with those who serve him, accepting nothing less than absolute loyalty. Anything else is punishable first by rather imaginative tortures, and lastly by death - though he will do what he can to prevent that from happening. Despite being twisted, sadistic, and cruel, Dev has a rather nasty tendency to become attached to his 'pets.' ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ The earth split into two in the city of Manipur, India; it's two broken halves looking grotesque and deformed in the harsh summer sunlight that beat down. The screams from the people who lived there filtered out of their homes and up to the sky while the world shuddered and quaked beneath them, threatening to rip more fissures in the ground and possibly swallow the city whole. The God who perched on a cloud high above the dramatic scene only smiled to himself and reached forward as though he was going to grasp something that was right in front of him. Closing his fist, he gave a vicious yank, and down below, another enormous chasm opened in the ground. The screams were music to his evil ears; the sight was like a fine painting that had been created solely for his pleasure. Deciding to add a bit of weather to the mix, Devraj called up a thunderstorm and had the clash of lightning and the boom of thunder to serenade him while he wreaked havoc. Kano: Name: Vishnu Also: [God of the thousand names] Hari, Damodara, Ananta, Srinivasa, Hrishikesh, Kesava, Madhusudana, Aishvarya, Sridhara, Madhava, Virya, Narayana, Tejas, Vamana, Amithaba, Narasingha, Acyutah, Matsya, Shakti, Varaha, Satyanarayana, Rama, Krishna, Bala, Narasimha, Hayagriva, Perumal, Vasudeva, Antaryami, Jnana, etc. Race: God Gender: Male Age: It is established that Vishnu is as ancient as the world itself, but the exact age of the world remains a matter of heated debate. Appearance: Though the god Vishnu has taken a broad spectrum of forms in his time on earth, in response to the modern world he has assumed an appearance almost human. Almost. Much closer than when he was half-fish or part lion, in any case, so he feels a certain amount of leeway should be allowed. At six-foot-ten he can hardly be missed walking down a crowded street in Chandrapur or Kolkata - but then, he hardly wishes to go unnoticed. Even when "passing" for mortal he holds the build of a titan, sleek and heavy muscle cloaking his broad-shouldered frame with feline ease. The face above, though one must look up as if in worship to see it closely, reflects every bit of the regal majesty which is Vishnu's due. Though serene, there is a piercing intensity to his features not unlike that of classical sculpture, a purposeful perfection made more stunning by the consciousness behind it. One of his few truly inhuman luxuries is in his eyes - their mercurial color and reflectiveness is a defiant constant in the face of an ever more disbelieving world. Finally, the black hair tumbling to his knees is as lustrous and fine as any that an Indian bride might pray for, silken and gleaming jet. ![]() Bio: "Most of the time, good and evil forces are evenly matched in the world. But at times, the balance is destroyed and evil demons get the upper hand. Often in response to a request by the other gods, Vishnu then incarnates in a human form to set the balance right again." - The Beginner's Guide to Hinduism One of the key deities in the basic Hindu Trinity, Vishnu is the preserver and protector of creation. Vishnu is (at least most of the time) the embodiment of mercy and goodness, the self-existent, all-pervading power that preserves the universe and maintains the cosmic order Dharma. [Before this time began, there was no heaven, no earth and no space between. A vast dark ocean washed upon the shores of nothingness and licked the edges of the night. A giant cobra floated on the waters. Asleep within its endless coils lay the Lord Vishnu. He was watched over by the mighty serpent. Everything was so peaceful and silent that Vishnu slept undisturbed by dreams motion. From the depths a humming sound began to tremble, Ohm. It grew and spread, filling the emptiness and throbbing with energy. The night had ended, Vishnu awoke. As the dawn began to break, from Vishnu's navel grew a magnificent lotus flower. In the middle of the blossom sat Vishnu's servant, Brahma. He awaited the Lord's command. Vishnu spoke to his servant: 'It is time to begin.' Brahma bowed. Vishnu commanded: 'Create the World.' A wind swept up the waters. Vishnu and the serpent vanished. Brahma remained in the lotus flower, floating and tossing on the sea. He lifted up his arms and calmed the wind and the ocean. Then Brahma split the lotus flower into three. He stretched one part into the heavens. He made another part into the earth. With the third part of the flower he created the skies. The earth was bare. Brahma set to work. He created grass, flowers, trees and plants of all kinds. To these he gave feeling. Next he created the animals and the insects to live on the land. He made birds and many fish. To all these creatures, he gave the senses of touch and smell. He gave them power to see, hear and move. The world was soon bristling with life and the air was filled with the sounds of Brahma's creation.] In the beginning, the world was simple. Or so it seems now, locked away in nostalgia. Humans numbered only in the thousands, and were but diminutive ornaments scattered along the sublime earth. They plowed and herded, raised their families virtuously, and passed through no day without sincerely thanking the gods for their blessings. For the first few millennia, Vishnu could justly distribute his time among maintenance of the planet, resolution of human concerns (few as they were), and the occasional conflicts with demons and negative energies. Then everything began to go horribly, horribly wrong. First, the humans began multiplying exponentially. Then they became aware of each other, and this village began attacking that village. Kingdoms rose and fell, castes were declared, monarchies stolen and overthrown, and all throughout Vishnu's headache grew and grew. Eventually, the race he had initially viewed as no more than a charming amusement was shaping the entire planet, and the irked god was left to clean up its messes and exhaust himself maintaining the balance. Personality: Though Vishnu is calm and giving, millennia of strain have pushed even his seemingly infinite patience, and the God of the Thousand Names is snappish and feral. He continues to attend to his duties, but it is more as a function than the pervasive good will and mercy which once guided him. Vishnu has not actually spoken to a human in years, as they make him want to bite things. Varied Incarnations: 1, 2, 3, 4 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The screaming of the earth in Manipur caught Vishnu's attention even before the rumblings of pain were felt. The dark god closed his eyes, sought the calmness of his center so that he could enter the fray with a level head, and snarled as a crash of thunder shattered his focus. The natural cycles of the planet did not cause him such problems; he was as attuned to the paths of wind, water, and earth as he was to his own body (in whatever form it took at the moment) and when all was functioning as it should, it raised barely more than a faint stirring of his awareness. This was not natural. The city of Manipur was being ripped apart, the balance was upset, and Vishnu felt his temper fraying. He had already calmed a man-made famine outside Colkata due to overplanting and pollution, and cleansed a herd of cattle possessed by imps, and it was only midday. His fabled "three steps" brought him to the outskirts of what remained of Manipur, and he stared aghast at the carnage. Pelting rain slashed through the sky amid blinding lightning and pulsing thunder, while the fresh chasms gaped over the earth like wounds. Humans scattered and fled, many already bloodied or injured, their shrieking and screaming indistinct amid the crash of the storm. He could catch fragments of frantic prayers, and his actions were decided. So long as man remembered his gods, they would protect him. Mercurial eyes scoured the dark heavens for the source of the disturbance; in his fury, Vishnu did not move toward the epicenter at all, but simply arrived in the space of a breath. The pale silk of his sherwani was already drenched and streaked with mud, but did nothing to detract from the blaze of his presence. A god. Another god was disrupting the balance. It did nothing to cool his anger. "Cease this!" he snarled, the blade Nandaka manifesting in his rigid fingers. Gray: Devraj felt the presence of another God before he could actually see him, and at the command to "cease this," he only grinned. Without taking his eyes from what he was doing, the God of Chaos answered, "And where would I be if I listened to everyone and everything who wielded a sword and commanded me to stop? At home, cowering in my rooms. That's where. As I don't particularly care for that scenario, you'll understand if I don't do as you so politely asked." His tone was mocking; his stance casual; and as soon as he'd finished speaking, he ripped open another chasm in the ground and sent rain and lightning to pelt the earth and singe the atmosphere. The wind whipped his flame-red hair around his face, the darker streaks of indigo and black barely noticeable in the roiling, dark clouds that surrounded them. Raising his arms, Dev reveled in the chaos that he'd caused, his eyes pitch black and roiling every bit as much as they sky. This was his element. This was what he enjoyed. Taking the delicate balance and ripping it all to shreds to either one side or the other. Before too long, someone else would always come along and set the balance right again. That was simply the way it worked - the rules of the game. And until now, everyone had always adhered to those rules; waiting until the chaos was over to set things right again. After all, without the chaos, the people of earth simply wouldn't appreciate the lulls of peace, nor could they have understood and feared the power of those who were so far above them. But this God... He interfered early. That in itself was a curiosity. Finally turning to face the interloper and tossing his head to clear the hair from his vision, Dev got his first good look at the other God and could have sworn the sun was still out despite his storm. He recognized that presence within himself, even if he'd never met the other before. He recognized power greater than his own, and the humbling and crippling urge to prostrate himself before the angry deity and beg forgiveness. Hating the urges within himself, Dev only curled his lip in a sneer to match Vishnu's snarl. "And what, My Lord, are you doing here?" he demanded roughly, showing none of the respect that he knew this being deserved. He'd likely earn himself a trip into oblivion, but at least he hadn't appeared weak. Kano: The sword, Vishnu decided, was not satisfying enough. The god was weary, irritated, and so worn-down that even in his divine incarnation he was sore and strained. He was far too close to the end of his sacred patience, and the impertinent deity of chaos had proved just the vehicle to send him over the edge. Nandaka was thus banished, and he seized the tempestuous god by his elegant throat. In accordance with his staggering height, Vishnu possessed huge, shapely hands. The limb containing Devraj nearly encircled his throat, and Vishnu allowed his long, tapered fingers to dig into the pale flesh with punishing roughness. Normally he was very grand and dramatic. Normally he wasn’t this tired or cranky (though in his divine grandeur, he would never actually think of himself as “cranky”). And so he abandoned all impressive speeches and eloquence in favor of a blunt snarl. “I refuse to clean up after such wasteful displays as this, you arrogant little prick.” Maintaining his brutal hold, he brought them down to earth in one of his Three Steps – hovering hundreds of feet in the air would be very unfortunate, given what was about to happen. “Count your blessings – it’s my call to be merciful, or I would obliterate you to end such chaos as this. You’ll live, at least.” It was nothing spectacular. For a sliver of a second the hand crushed against Devraj’s throat glowed as red as a hot iron brand, and there was no more. The results were far more staggering: though outwardly unchanged, minus perhaps a faint glow, the god of chaos was bound into a human shell, no more powerful than any of the terrorized masses fleeing the wreckage of Manipur. The towering god released the chaotic deity, stepping back as if to examine his work for flaws. Thus satisfied, or at least too tired to care, he gestured expansively to encompass the disaster around him. “I’ll leave you some choice, at least. You can stay here, and stay human forever, as helpless as those you punish so indiscriminately – or you can serve me. If your efforts are satisfactory and I believe you better understand the balance you so blithely disrupt, I will release you. Decide quickly; there’s a flood in Ramanathapuram.” Gray: For a scant second, the powerful hand that wrapped around his throat was thrilling in its own way. Exciting. Dangerous. Then that hand burned into Devraj's skin and felt like it was searing its fingerprints right into the chaotic deity's throat. But of course not. He knew what it was, and what was happening, and even as he felt the first lurches of sickness stumble over him from the sudden loss of power and Godhood, his sculpted mouth was snarling and opening to form curses and epithets to be later hurtled at Vishnu. However, as weak as he suddenly felt, he wasn't about to doom himself to a life of pitiful humanity simply to have the last word. Vishnu was the Father of All - a curse or two flung at him from the fiery bowels of an angry deity probably meant less than nothing to the all-powerful God. Therefore, even as he was dropped to the ground and suddenly found himself on his knees thanks to his dizziness and lack of coordination, Dev was choking back the rage and hatred that filled him. His gray eyes - condemned to remain that one color forever now - burned within their sockets when he raised his head and shook his hair out of his face to stare at his accuser. He could feel the impressions of the rocks beneath him digging into his hands and knees, and the scrape that he'd endured when he'd landed in such a heap. "To regain my Godhood," he growled, his voice low and hoarse - and unremarkable, now that the force of his power was no longer heard in those deep tones, "I would do My Lord's bidding." Kano: Searching the fallen god's face suspiciously, Vishnu found no trace of guile or deception beneath the angry resentment. Very well - it would do. Allowing his gaze to roam over the carnage, his mercurial eyes settled upon a corpse half-buried in rubble and coated in dust from the earthquake. With quiet, contained grace he closed the distance and carefully overturned the body. The young man could have been twenty, at the most. He almost appeared to be sleeping but for the thick, clotting blood at the back of his head where falling debris had struck and killed him. "His name was Mihir. In this life he was Untouchable. He was to live decades more, and through his pure actions rise in caste to become a Vaishya in the next incarnation. Now he will be forced to repeat this miserable existence once more. And so for this life stolen, you shall be the lowest of humans until you are redeemed." With almost reverent gentleness - for all Vishnu scorned human affairs, they were fragile creatures, and their courage in the face of mortality had long since earned his respect - he stripped the man of his pale, ragged robe and trousers. Carrying the fabric to Devraj, he held it out with a firmness of expression which allowed for no argument. "This will be your garb until you can begin to understand what you have done." Gray: Devraj watched his tormentor as he strode forward, expecting an attack of some sort - a strike to his face at the very least - and refused to wince and look away as his very frail and human body demanded that he do. He was slightly startled when Vishnu glided right past him, but turned his head over his shoulder to see what was being done. The body in the rubble had gone nearly unnoticed by Dev, but then he rarely took the time to see the after effects of the carnage and chaos that he usually reaped. His fine, elegant nose curled up on one side in a disgusted sneer as the clothing was stripped from the dead human's body, already anticipating what was to come. And though his entire body vibrated with the force of his hatred and his mind's stark refusal to accept what had happened, he reached a shaking hand up to take the clothing from the God, cursing himself and his body's frailty that he would unintentionally show even that little bit of weakness. Forcing down the pained whine that wanted to claw it's way from his throat at the movement - after all, this body was unused to such discomforts as scrapes and bruises, Devraj forced his shaking body to it's feet. His gray eyes still smoldering with anger, jaw clenched to keep the curses from tumbling out, face as immobile as though carved from granite, the God-turned-human began to disrobe, leaving his otherworldly raiments in a heap at his feet until he stood nude, firm body streaked with dust and a faint trickle of blood on his shin where he'd landed when he was dropped. Defiant as he dared in this mortal body, his own gaze held Vishnu's boldly, refusing to look away as he pulled the dusty clothes of the dead man on over his nudity. Once covered, he couldn't quite repress the small shiver of revulsion that skittered over his spine at the rough clothing that scraped over raw nerves, and once again found himself mentally cursing the body he'd been locked into. As though his silence could ever be a way to defy the one who'd trapped him, Devraj refused to speak, choosing instead to simply keep the same anger-filled gaze on the one who now owned him, waiting silently for the next order - whatever it would be. Kano: Vishnu was just weary and irritable enough to take a certain measure of satisfaction in Devraj's obvious discomfort, the human vulnerability to which he was accustoming himself. Scorn did not quite enter his countenance, however - this was a lesson, not revenge, and was to be treated as such. Though truly, the garb was somewhat petty - or it would seem degrading only to the fallen god. Even trapped in a mortal frame and dressed poorly, no other human would mistake the beautiful creature for anything less than extraordinary. And that, perhaps, was the crux of it - Devraj could not redeem himself within the human world. He would be too easily set apart and admired, noted and pampered. For the first time, Vishnu examined the wreckage of his surroundings with an eye for their use rather than simply disappointment and regret. The towering god began to move, signalling to the exotic male behind him that he was to follow with no more than a pointed glance. The meandering path brought them through the very epicenter of the disaster, littered with corpses and barely recognizable shells of buildings. Finally, he halted before a tumbled structure which showed the remnants of great beauty. The temple, though small, had been exquisite, if somewhat overgrown and weathered by time. Vishnu turned with a set expression, entirely straightforward and blunt. "You will rebuild this temple. Just you. Much of the stone is unbroken - it is the structure which suffered. If it is hard, keep working. If it is heavy, find a way to lift it. Levers, pulleys, I don't care. Humans built this, and so can you. If you choose to present poor work, I will destroy it anew and you will repeat the endeavor." Silver eyes moved to roam over the demolished city, now almost entirely empty of any but the dead and fatally wounded. It hardened the line of his full mouth into a grim line. "Wait three days. Do not speak to any humans which come here - continue working. Any bodies which have not been claimed in that time will be your responsibility. You will clean and dress them, and bury each individually, with respect. You will mark the graves and pray for them. It's the least you can do. Am I understood?" Gray: The wordless command to follow was nearly ignored.... but Devraj's own sense of self-preservation was too great to rebel this soon after being locked into this shell. He'd already lost his Godhood, but that was easily restored by the one who'd taken it. His life... not so easy to reclaim. Snarling silently, his murderous eyes locked on the back of the larger God, he followed... but soon found himself having to watch where he was going. As a God, he could, literally, float over the streets, never having to step anywhere. And if he chose to, he didn't have to watch where he was putting his feet. A God would never stumble nor fall... it was part of what set them so vastly apart from humans. But, in the weak shell he'd been encased in, he didn't have that luxury, and his powers were gone. After the first time he'd stubbed his toe and choked down the startled yelp that had tried to escape, those gray eyes had lowered to his feet to make certain he didn't repeat the experience. Devraj nearly smashed his nose on Vishnu's broad back, but hating the thought of any contact between them save for what was required to restore his Godhood to him, he stumbled to a rather graceless halt just behind the towering deity. Refusing to be cowed, even when those molten eyes turned to gaze down at him, the redhead stubbornly stood his ground - even though his nose was now nearly touching Vishnu's chest. Still, his own eyes rose and his head tilted back until he could once again look the God in the eye. At the instruction, Dev raised an obstinate eyebrow and tilted his body to the side to see around Vishnu and to examine the structure that was being spoken about. Without a single change in expression except a slight hardening of his eyes - a feat that he would have said would be impossible were it not for the sudden and sharp increase in the depth of his hatred for this male - the mortal God straightened and offered only the briefest of nods in acknowledgment of his instructions. Stepping around the large form without a backward glance, Devraj picked his way over the fallen stones and debris and began to create an inventory in his mind. Perhaps he was pampered and spoiled and completely used to getting his own way, but no one could accuse him of being unintelligent. He would build the best damned temple that he possibly could, and would do it better and faster than any human ever had before him. After all, mortal though he was now, he had spent his entire life - save for the last few minutes - as an immortal being. He had seen the statues and pyramids and other such building being erected, and had gleaned all he could from that. He could learn from the mistakes those earlier peoples had made, and use that knowledge for his advantage. First though, he needed some way to hoist the blocks that lay scattered on the ground - as though some large child had been playing with it's blocks and had simply knocked them over to lay wherever they fell. |
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