Divine Auditions

[.๑whovian๑.]

Name: Lord Ember-God Of Fear

Age: erm...ageless, but younger than Bristile if you can figure that out

Gender: stallion

Breed: He prefers a draft/paint look but can be anything

Height: Usually about 16.1 hh

Color: He usually appears as a black and white paint with feathered feet. A strong, muscular appearance, with deep, black eyes. He has a draft build, but is light enough to be able to travel swiftly when he needs too, with long legs, and a thick, muscular neck. However, he cannot change his marking. He can hide it well, but there is a prominent, lightning bolt shaped star and stripe that runs from the middle of his forehead all the way down his nose. He always has four white stockings, but that's pretty common.

Extras: See powers

Personality: He is a Lord, and a cruel Lord indeed. A long, black mane flows around him like a cloak, and his evil, beautiful head thrust into the air with a terrifying power. Throwing out his chest with rippling muscles, it is enough to make any horse cower. He is a ruthless tyrant. A wretched son of a not so fortunate father. He brutally murdered his mother when he was fourteen months old, the poor mortal mare, and his younger sister. He did such horrible things to her, that they are not to be uttered by any tongue, but let's just say that his stallion needs overcame him. His sister he lured into a death trap, only for his father, taking mortal form to nearly drown in his foolish attempt to save her.

He rose to power in a bloody war. He appeared as a handsome, Thoroughbred in Tainted Paradise, but was soon feared above all others. His carved a path of blood and gore, destroying horses good and evil. He has no soul, he has not a heart. He would race to herds, and rip mothers limb from limb, feasting on their flesh in front of their very foals eyes, and then ripping the foals themselves apart, slowly, bit by bit. Some think of a Lord, a King, a Leader when they think of the King of the Gods, but no...there is no soul, only an immortal, deadly shell.

History: He was born by foolishness. The son of an ancient god who fell desperately in love with a mortal mare. When the colt was born, the god made his son immortal, and gave him powers. However, the foal had been born with powers unknown to his father, and upon receiving more power, he became extremely strong and powerful, even more so than his father, more so, than any god or goddess. When his sister was born, he appeared kind, but the colt had been born without a true heart, without a true soul. His father realized this too late. He returned from a conference with the Gods to find the mare dead, and the filly being swept away to sea. Horrified, his father raced after her, and the coming two year old disappeared.

When he reached maturity, he announced his divinity to all the world, and all the mortals, which caused great fear. No divinities had ever been seen before in Tainted Paradise, and the horses cowered at this new, awesome power. The other gods were enraged, but the new tyrant had an advantage; hatred. Yes, every mortal feared and hated the gods, for no horse likes to be controlled. In a bloody war, in which the immortal stallion destroyed many pure lines of horse, but the ultimate death was that of the Goddess of Hope. He murdered her with fear. Fear has a terrible power, and the stallion rose with it, becoming the most powerful in the sky.

Worse still, he cursed his father. His father, who's poor soul was broken forever. He cursed him further still, to feel every pain that comes with Time, every heartbreak and mourning, of loss and pain. He forced a heart to the God, and a heart he had. Now, he reigns as Lord of the Heavens. He cursed the horses to lives of despairing immortality, and does not wish to see them released. He curses all the other Gods, hating them, and his father, the foolish, God of Time: Bristile.

Power: He can make almost any mortal bow down in fear, he can transform into any hideous creature he pleases (including his father, the noxadon). He can appear as any horse, but the only good his father managed was to permanently imprint the jagged, lightning star on his forehead. It may fade as the stallion changes, but usually you can recognize him. He has incredible strength as well, being the tyrant Lord of all Gods and Goddesses.

Interesting Features: His eyes often change color to red when he's REALLY angry.

[.๑whovian๑.]

Fine, can he be god of fear then?

[Wild@Heart]

Hoss, him and my god Alatheia would get along good. She's actually pretty bitchy too and wants the cursed horses to be cursed. ;D

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I'm in one of my moods at the moment and I've decided that three more immortals can be made. One of which is the god below my little rant here.

Name: Karii (pronounced Cary)- God of the Desert

Age: 7 and he’s been a god for less than 25 years.

Gender: stallion

Breed: Warmblood with a lot of Arab and Thoroughbred.

Height: No matter which form he's 17.3hh

Color: In his divine form his coat is the colour of yellow ochre, his mane and tail the colour of red desert sand. His eyes are the cloudless blue sky above the desert. In his mortal form he is a sandy dun, his red markings replaced with dark sooty ashes, while his eyes remain the colour of the summer sky. No matter what form he is in he has two white socks on his hind legs.

Extras: The red tailed hawk, Terasi, guardian of the original spirit of the desert Saani, flies with him and is his best friend. Note; Saani is somewhat of a ‘ancient’ spirit and is older than the gods. When the gods came he decided not to relinquish his powers to them, instead to be separate.

Personality: Despite being withdrawn he has a bit of superiority complex and tends to challenge horse just for the fight. He rarely speaks a word when he's among the immortals and is even quieter when among mortals though he tends to walk in the mortal realm instead of the divine because they have barely changed since he was born and became a god. Because of what his father did to him he is spiteful and generally rude to anyone who has a perfect family or even a slighty normal life. His favoured company is himself, his sand and Terasi, a female red tailed hawk. Even so, he can be nice at times and when he decides that he likes someone he will do anything to save their life.

On the flipside of that is an out of control bloodthirsty killer who breaks free from time to time to pillage but being a young god he is easily controlled by the older, more experienced immortals.

History: A colt stands away from his herd, excluded, punished, chased out for something he has no control over. How could he know the monster he was inside? How could he understand why he was shunned?
Just minutes after he was born Karii killed for the first time. It was a mercy kill and it was his mother. She was dying anyway but her death would have been slow and torturous if he had not slit her throat with his own hooves. Then he lay down next to her and drank her cooling milk to survive. That was how his father found him, curled against the stiffening carcass of his dam, asleep and as innocent as could be except for the blood that was not his own staining his tiny hooves.

For the next year of his life he was tormented by his father. Shunned and turned away. He hated himself more than his father hated him, which is something to say as his father seemed to blame everything on his only son.. Before he was a two year old his father took him out in the desert and beat him to death for not reason really. Technically, Karii died in the desert, but the spirit of the desert, Saani, saved him. For anyone who saw it they would have seen the body of a young stallion turning to sandstone, then sand, then reforming fully healed. Except when he was reborn he was different.

The ancient spirit had given the two year his powers, giving up his position as the spirit of the desert. That was what was needed to save Karii’s life and for some reason Saani felt it was worth it to save the young buckskin colt. The power of the desert was inside that two year old, as was immortality, and the spirit knew that he would be dangerous if he was not taught. So the desert called upon his guardian, the redtailed hawk Terasi, and told her to after and teach Karii. Then Saani faded into the desert sands, never to be seen again.

When Karii awoke Terasi was flying over him, screeching to the animals of the desert to stay away from him. And he could understand her perfectly. He stood on steady legs and watched as the fine yellow sand wrapped around his legs and steadied him as he went into shock. The power he could feel, the deep connection to the land around him, was terrifying as well as amazing. And he was curious, so curious, to figure out what it was but Terasi warned him that exploring what he could do too early would be dangerous. Of course he didn’t listen and within a few weeks he had basically mastered his control of the desert sands.

He has never once attended the council of the gods and tends to stay in the mortal realms in his desert home. Sometimes he may walk in the divine realms but it is unusual for him to do so as he is still an infant in the terms of gods and can’t seem to find his place in the ancient realms despite Terasi’s words of advice.

Power: He controls the desert sand, or any sand really. With this he can do a whole number of things that he is still finding out about. He has sand around him basically all the time, moving as if in an unfelt wind. It protects him without his will and is thought to be another form of Terasi, his guardian. He can also take the shape of any desert creature and speak to them, while also being able to appear in any desert in the mortal realms at his will.

Interesting Features: He has a hatred of Ember and wishes to see him taken to the deepest, most horrible pits of the Underworld for his sins as the Lord of Fear reminds him much of his father. From time to time he will hear the voice of Saani in his head, teaching him something new of giving a vague word of advice on one of his powers.

Name:
Silice(means lava in Latin)
Age:
Well she's a goddess so she's old but she looks like she's 6 or 7.
Gender:
Mare

Height(hh):
16 hh

Breed:
She's a goddess of Volcano's. She looks like a Morgan.

Color:
She's a bay with a red mane and tail since the goddess of volcanoes. She has brown eyes
Extras:
nothing extra
Personality:
She can fiesty and firey like a volcano. Like dirt she can cover that fiestiness but like lava she can explode into a fighting machine.

History:
She is fiesty and can explode like a volcano. She was in her father's herd and exploded at a colt who had tried to kill one of her best friends. She had knocking him over into the rocks which where just above the stalatites gripping to the ground ready to gore into him. The colt fell and hit the stalatites killing him in an instant. Her father had kicked her out of camp ordering that no one was to talk to her or else they would be killed. Her best friend tried to explain what had happened but her father refused to listen to her and ordered her to be killed along with those who had watched what the colt had been doing to her best friend. Power:
She can make the earth shake and have lava come up from the ground. She can also make dirt to stop or cover the lava.
Interesting Feature(s):
She has wings and a horn. Her wings are red and her horn is a swireled mess of reds and light brown.

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Rasaja Warsong(called Rasaja)

Trying out for: Goddess of Volcanos.

Age: 23 and still young! she lives forever, and doesn't look a day over 7.

Gender: Mare

Height:16hh

Breed: Gypsy Vanner

Colour: She is white with black pinto-like markings, She has a completely white mane with a completely black tail.

Extras: Here eyes are a dark golden, but when she uses her powers she turn crimson. And also when she uses her powers, her body heats up the the temperature of a volcano. Nobody can touch her, but she doesn't feel a thing.

Persona: She is gentle natured but when it comes to protecting the ones she loves and herself, she is strong and wont ever give up.

History: Her mother was a Goddess too, but Rasaja never had powers, until one day her mother was dying. Rasaja was laying next to her, deeply worried. Her mother didn't die of old age, no, she died from a Necromancer Horse. But anyways, her mothers last wish was to pass her power down to Rasaja. Wish Granted. She was Seven when this happened, and thats why she only looks seven. Rasaja has lived with others that she protected. But she has never found a mate, other horses don't go near her when she uses her powers, they cant be within ten feet of her or else they'd get scourged. So she lives alone when it comes to mates.

Power: She controls the volcanos, which she doesn't do very much, but she can act as if she were one though. Like said before, Her body gets as hot as one, and sometimes when she uses a lot of her power, she can make a horses mane and tail catch on fire. And she even sometimes catches forests on fire, by accident though...

Interesting Features: She has had only one foal in her life, she was force mated, but this was before he had her powers. After being mated with she ran of into the wood, not to be seen again until she had her foal. The foals Name was Kathari, and after the filly was well enough on her own, she left, and hasnt been seen by her mother in many years.

[.๑whovian๑.]

Well, I like her. Other thoughts? There sure are a lot of Volcano auditions...

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OOC: Which one do you like? and yeah.. its the last Goddess Position available. =]

[Velnias]

Oh dear, we do have lots of Volcano auditions, don't we? This calls for careful deliberation...

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Haha good luck on deciding! =]

[.:.Gambler.:.]

Screw it! XD I'm posting it here to not have any question in my mind if Xena, my wuvvy, is accepted or not.

Picture HERE!
((And yes, I previewed this and realized that the picture stretches the page. BLAH. Well, I will fix it/just post a link in her profile)

Xena, The Warrior Princess

I have been deemed... Goddess of Regret/(since I haven't seen wildpinto on, it may either be something she can amount to in the future or just be made it) Goddess of War

I have walked...In a sense, she is not that old; only twenty. Her goddess years have been ten; she is still very unlearned in the ways of the ancients.

I bleed that of...Blood. That's a given. But it is of a morgan/quarter horse descent. It smells of iron, of power, of regret.

I color the...night. My coat is neither black nor brown, but a mixture in between. I am that which walks in the dark of the night, right before the dawn.

I know my presence...In my former existence, I was feared. I was the Destroyer of Nations, as they referred to my partner Boris and I. He was a simple man, but he knew well of fighting. I was a sinner then, unworthy of life. I stole him from his wife and child; tempting him as any temptress would. I did not need his presence; but it did well with my army to have a man at my side. They feared me and loathed me, damning me for my femininity. Borias and I combined our armies. We waged wars, we killed many. I do not doubt the blood of at least a thousand innocents was on my hand before my third birthday.
Before long, I was with child-but I did not realize it. My hormones were out of whack-I told my men to spare the life of a colt. (Which may later come to haunt me, if ever he finds me to avenge his people.) That was when I was but six; another two thousand deaths at my demand were under me. When he nearly refused, I killed the brute. The army feared me longer, but their confidence in my judgement waned. Never before had I spared anyone's life.
Borias and I realized what was going on three months later, though our army marched on. Another three hundred probably dead on my command. I no longer wished to taste the blood of my fallen.
The men of the army who found out soon after, not two months later, were horrified. Some knew that their "warrior princess" would never have been so soft. They slay Borias before me, and said it was for my own good. Our factions: Borias' men and my own warred with each other. Soon enough I stepped in and killed the general of Borias's men, and they fell into line behind me. They knew who the true leader was; they knew who truly had the balls in the relationship. And to go through the pain of childbirth, it truly was me.
Not long after, a month before I was due, another four hundred or so slain by my command, a soothsayer was in the village. She spoke of our ultimate destruction. She spoke of how my child would never know the love of his father or his mother (his father was quite obvious, as he was already dead. I though, did not wish to die.) Knowing my men were growing ever more restless with the slow movement as I grew heavy with colt, I stole away in the night. I hoped they ultimately killed each other, the two factions.
For the month I roamed the wild, I grew to regret the many I had killed. I came to grips with the fact that my son should never know who his mother was. I did not know who to turn to, so I prayed to the gods. I prayed with all my remorse and regret that he would grow up to be a normal boy, never knowing what his parents had been. Never knowing the lives they had ruined, the many they had killed in their conquest of power.
An angel then came to me, the day I was birthing. I do not remember her name, but she came in the form of a stork-much like human lore of that which brings the newborns. She told me she would take care of my colt, as we found out later was born, but only if I repented. I named him Solan, and left him with her. For some reason, I trusted her.

I often thought of Solan, and regreted my past so deeply that I could not be by his side. But I vowed to never raise a hoof to another soul again.
Until I met Gabrielle. Her and some other fillies were being ruthlessly attacked by a band of bachelors, and I had to step in. They seemed like the warring type. The moment I stepped before them, I smelled their fear-they knew who I was. I could not allow it in my new found life, and so I attacked them. I slain them once more; for to know me as I saw they did in their eyes; the mockery and laughter but still an underlying fear, I knew they had killed many. These were no innocents of my former life slaying; these men deserved to be expunged from the earth.
Gabrielle was one of these fillies. She was no more a filly than a young mare; but by then the things I had seen, everything was a filly to me. Solan would have been six months by now. Gabrielle was so intrigued by a female warrior that she followed me and began to almost grown on me, and so I allowed her to accompany me. We became close friends. We sought to bring goodness back into the world, and my name still struck fear in many-but not as many as it had before. Only truly evil spirits, demons, and bastards did I kill.
Things took a turn for the worst however, when Gabrielle one night
tried to take matters into her own hands and was kidnapped by the occult. Such a beautiful palomino filly as herself, they wanted her to bring a beautiful wretched thing into this world at the hands of their master, the demon king Dahak. She is impregnated with his spawn, which is birthed but two months after instead of the usual eleven.
I told Gabrielle it was a demonic thing, but she would not listen. She swore that there was hope in it's eyes, thus naming the damned thing Hope. While I thought Gabrielle was sleeping, I went to kill the foal-but it was no longer there. Gabrielle had sent Hope away to save her daughter.
We began to grow apart. I began to worry and regret my past once more, thinking of only Solan.
Luckily for me, the three faces of fate smiled on me. I saw the stork once again, and there, beside it, lay my three year old son. He was well sheltered by the stork. She knew I had repented, and so offered me a chance to show him his mother's love. He knew instantly who I was-and for a brief month, we were a family.
But it was not to last. Hope returned with a vengence. Although it had only been three months since her birth, she had aged to look two. She knew I had tried to kill her, and so she killed Solan. Gabrielle and I came upon her standing and eating his corpse. Gabrielle realized then that there was no saving Hope, she was the demon's play toy. Gabrielle drew her away from Solan, so as to not desecrate his body, and killed her.
This act haunted Gabrielle, as she had never killed a soul-only knocked them out. Little did she know that Hope had been quickly resurrected by her father as one of the Cursed. Solan was dead, there was no reason for me to live now except for the comfort of Gabrielle.
But soon, Hope returned again. Her blazing blue eyes found us easily; only another three months had passed and she looked the same as her mother. Angelic with all Gabrielle's qualities; pregnant with the grandson of Dahak and the son of a god; which she would not tell us; the third coming: the great destroyer. Gabrielle, knowing no good could come of her and so deeply regretting her sin of bearing the child, grabbed Hope and threw herself into one of the volcano we had been skirting.
Twas the god of the volcano's child that Hope bore, and he sparred both their lives-figuring he could use Gabrielle as a bargaining chip against me later on. He sent Hope to where I had first met her where she birthed the Destroyer.
Thinking both dead, I spent the three months traveling back to Gabrielle's home town to bear the horrible news to her people. I regretted not protecting her more. She was so innocent; I should have thrown myself into the lava pit instead of herself, but she had acted top quickly.
Once there I saw Hope. There was no telling Hope and her mother apart except her eyes. Since her eyes were masked, most likely by some potion, I thought she was Gabrielle for a few weeks. She told me of the beast in the forest, ravaging her horse folk and killing innocent wild life. When I went to look upon it, I realized what it was, and realized I had been tricked, as what stood before me was the Destroyer. I narrowly escaped with my life.
I returned to the volcano-quickly with haste. What had taken me months of dawdling to get back to her hometown took me only three days of sprinting. Nearly killed by the extensive travel, but still having a fight enough left in me, I rescued Gabrielle and the fabled god of volcanoes was dethroned when he fell himself into the lava pit. Gabrielle was hardened by the experience, but she was no worse for wear-still her cherry self. We returned to her herdlands, but did not find her herd. Instead we went to the woodlands to confront the Destroyer. Seeing Gabrielle, he thought her his mother-he did not have to be smart to kill things. He ran to her and butted his nose to hers, while I reared up and landed my daggers in his back. Hope came then to save her child, her eyes blazing blue with all her demonic fury. Thinking she had betrayed him, the Destroyer turned on her and ripped out her throat. Realizing thus that we had tricked him, they cried and died in each others arms.

Gabrielle, regretting her existence, regretting that she had not seen the demonic powers in her own daughter and letting it kill my son, not knowing the countless others that the demonic creation had killed...poisoned herself. And though I tried to save my best friend, I could not. As she lay dying with my nape wrapped around her, two figures appeared before me in their true horse forms: Bristile, The God of Time, and Kallistei, the god of love. The gave me a choice; death as I would soon have killed myself without Gabrielle (which was true), or eventually find a way to bring her back or find a reincarnated form of her, though be it hundreds of years later, as a god. (Insert part of regret or war here.)

My mind is of...Mostly consumed by regret, I now hardly speak. I am still a hard headed individual and can take care of myself. I want things done my way or no way. Generally I only speak when I am so angry I must say something bitter, for I know no kindness in my heart now that I I loved has been stripped away from me.

I have been given the gift...of transference. I send my emotions to the other, sometimes so overwhelming them that they can be killed-though I do certainly like disemboweling them. I generally do not kill my prey by this method. It is how my army was so fearless in war; I sent them my valor, courage, and fearlessness through this method.

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[cowgirl4lyfe]

What positions are still avalible? I'd like to audition! Can we think of our own God/Goddess type? Orrr?
Thanks

[.๑whovian๑.]

You can make up your own if you like, we always need more gods/goddesses!

Are there any other auditions?

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Ok! To keep this place alive I'm putting up one new Divine positions to be auditioned for every few weeks! If you already have a Divine character then you can't audition unless it has been three days since the new position has been posted and no one has replied.

This week I'll be choosing what the Divine position is, but next time it will be decided by a poll in the News Stand. If you have ideas on positions just PM me or maybe Velnias(Ruffy) is she agrees to help me with this. If no one has voted I'll choose by myself or consult someone to what the God/Goddess should be. I'm also planning on opening some random, not exactly useful God/Goddesses for adoption/audition. With them, the first one to post a bio will get them.

the Divine open for audition is....

THE GOD/GODDESS OF STORMS