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Panio

God of the Wilds and Desire

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a character in “The Gods: New Genesis”, as played by LuckyNumber24

Description

"Dance, drink, sing, and love! For every breath you take, may be your last!"


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God Name:
Panio

Title:
God of the Wilds and Desire; Lord of the Wilds; The Seducer

Gender:
Panio typically takes the form of a male, but he is known to appear as a woman from time to time.

Alignment:
Chaotic Good

God Appearance:
Panio has aged and now appears as a strapping dark-haired youth. Small horns protrude from his head and a short beard rests on his chin. His ears are pointed, much like the Fae, and clothes of any sort rarely burden his body. His green eyes flicker with mischief and they have a childlike gleam.

Personality:
Anyone who has heard of Panio, knows he is a simple god. Rarely serious, he enjoys relaxing and parties. As the god of Desire, Panio can be very persistant when he sees something that he wants. He often seduces maidens (or the occasional young man) who stray near his forests. He takes great pride in being the Lord of the Wilds and sends most of his time wandering all places untouched by man. Like his followers, Panio is very protective of his lands and will always rise to protect them. He is also very immature and tempermental, often described as bipolor by other gods. No one is completely safe when Panio is in a foul mood.

Opinion of mortals:
"Mortals make very good company. They know how to let loose and have alittle fun."

God’s Domain:
Panio's realm, known as Faerus is a vast forest, with large, ancient trees and various plants. Streams and rivers flow randomly across the forest floor. Many strange and fantastic animals and spirits make their home in Panio's forest. At the very center of the realm, there is a large throne made of wood and leaves sitting upon a misty lake, where the god sits and rests when he's not frolicking with mortals. To the north of the forest, there is a frozen tundra, where snow eternally falls.

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Avatar Name:
Warlik Hag's Son

Personality:
Warlik is an unusual choice for Panio's avatar. Like the god, he loves to have fun and drink, but that's where the similarities between the two end. The avatar is very mature for his young age and he is motivated to do what is best for the followers of Panio. He is kind, yet he is willing to do anything for the greater good of his people. Walik is also very clever and often outwits those he cannot outfight.

Magic Abilities:
As one of the few male hags in history, Warlik is a very powerful spellcaster. He specializes in elemental magic and conjuring various spirits and creatures to fight for him. Like all hags, Warlik's can fly on a magic broomstick and he can transform into a hag form, in which his eyes become cat-like and his teeth sharpen into dangerous fangs. He's also supernaturally fast, even for a hag. Warlik also has to consume the energy of others to survive.

Hero(es):
Kilara Eyesnatcher

Rank/Reason:
Leader of the Black Forest Coven, Kilara has proven herself to be a very powerful force among the hags. She is also the mastermind behind the revolting hags throughout the land.

Personality:
Sadistic and calculating, Kilara will stop at no end to see that one day, hags will rule the world. Though extremely cruel and apathetic towards anyone who isn't a hag, Kilara can come off as very charming and charismatic. She has a burning hate against other races, mainly against humans. It's thought that her entire family and coven was killed by humans when she was a girl. Her intelligence and manipulative nature have served her well throughout the years, as well as her sisters of the Black Forest Coven:

-Irisa Sandspell
-Phiena Charredflesh
-Masia Seahag
-Eve Hollow
-Kyra Frostbite
-Freya Greenwitch

Hero(es):
King Puck

Rank/Reason:
Puck is the king of the Fae and protects his crown with not only his strong swordsmanship and spells, but with his quick wit and charismatic leadership.

Personality:
A very charming individual, Puck is very much like Panio. A lover of good times, wine, and seduction, Puck has throne some of the most famous feasts and festivals in history. He knows how to flatter anyone and he is an excellent speaker, finding a way into the heart of almost anyone who hears him. But make no mistake, Puck is a warrior. Whenever the Fae army is on the move, he is always leading the charge, along with his queen, Maeve and their generals and advisors, the Seelie Knights:

-Ladaro the Wise
-Syena Lastbreath
-Elith Fireblade
-Opus the Seer
-Serraph Onehorn
-Katrina Bloodhair

Hero(es):
Lupis Whitecoat

Rank/Reason:
Lupis is Alpha of the Pack of Panio, a nomatic tribe of haf-beasts that wander the lands, never settling in one place for too long. He is also the oldest leader of any of the half-beast tribes, making him the authority whenever the tribes meet.

Personality:
Wise and strong-willed, Lupis has learned over many years how cruel the world can be. He is a forgiving soul, however and he gives everyone he meets the benefit of the doubt. The Alpha believes that no one should be judged by their appearance or their race, though his feelings aren't always shared by his fellow half-beasts. Though, if one betrays his trust, or proves themselves an enemy of his pack, Lupis will tear through them with a strength that hasn't worn since his prime. He has earned the respect of several other noticable half-beast tribe leaders:

-Enya Stouthoof
-Tai Redpaw
-Felen Sabertooth
-Avia Swiftwings

Hero(es):
The Witchmother

Rank/Reason:
The Witchmother is thought to be the oldest and most powerful hag in the land. She was once seen as the closest thing to a leader the hags had, but with the revolt that's beginning, she's been losing followers.

Personality:
The Witchmother has been in the world for many years. She has done many things, some she regret, others she doesn't. She is wise and ancient, yet she prefers to not get involved with activities that go on outside of the Enchanted Forest. Contrary to popular belief, the Witchmother is very peaceful and dislikes violence of any sort. She will only fight if it's absolutely necessary and the hag revolt is very concerning to her.

Terrain Preference:
Though most of Panio's followers are nomads and travel throughout the land, the Enchanted Forest, also known as the Black Forest, is considered their Holy Land and safe haven. The forest is rich with magical herbs, plants, and animals, as well as other very rare natural resources, such as precious metal and stones.

Name of Kingdom/Empire:
Panio's followers don't go by one collective name, but many call them Panians.

Capital:
The Enchanted Forest/ The Black Forest

Major Cities:
None

Society:

[People]

Faeries
They say that when Panio first laughed, he created the first faery to ever exist. Faeries tend to beautiful creatures, with pointed ears, slender frames, and colorful hair and eyes. Aside from these traits, faeries vary widely in appearance, which is often a reflection of the climate they come from. A faery with gills and fins is most likely from a lake or river, while a faery with green hair and branches sticking out of their back probably lives in trees. They are well known as magicians and tricksters, but many fae are also great warriors. Faeries are notoriously mischievious creatures and the majority of them are neither good nor evil. The faeries have quite a few strange weaknesses. They have a severe allergy to iron, which burns their skin and kills them instantly if it enters their bloodstream. They also cannot break an agreement if they swear to it. Faery names are also very important and if one knows a faery's full name, the faery is magically inclined to do whatever they command. Milk and creme has intoxicating effects on faeries.

Half-Beasts
Half-beasts are products of Panio's boredom. Basically, they are any human-animal hybrid. They tend to live in nomadic tribes that move across the land. They tend to never stay in one place too long. They are typically peaceful, but legends of vicious werewolves and beasts usually cause humans to feel uneasy around the Half-beasts. There are some groups of aggressive half-beasts that dig up corpses and eat villagers who stray from home. Half-beasts usually keep to themselves and try not to bother other races.

Hags
Panio must have been in a foul mood on the day he made the hags. They are a race on the outskirts of society, often hunted and killed by those who fear them. They appear as normal women, even beautiful in some cases, but when provoked they transform into hideous versions of their former selves, often with sickly pale skin, cat-like eyes, and a mouth full of razor sharp teeth. They are powerful spell casters and very agile and fast creatures. Despite their abilities, hags age extremely fast. In order to keep herself young and strong, a hag must consume the lifeforce of another being. Most peaceful hags feed off the energy of others, which has less chance of killing the source, yet it doesn't provide the same benefits as killing the host would. Also, eating the actual flesh of other beings provides more potent energy. This leads many hags to eat humans or other sentinel beings, children being the favorite of many. Despite this, the majority of hags are not violent and wish to live in peace. A hag's main mode of transportation is her magic broom, which allows her to fly across the skies.

[Economy]

[Politics]

Other: What else do you want to tell us?

So begins...

Panio's Story

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Character Portrait: Panio Character Portrait: Arcturus Magnus, The Bringer of Eternal Night Character Portrait: The Trinity Character Portrait: Ulmo
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Panio


The God of the Wilds sat, slumped in his stone, moss-covered throne. There were bags underneath his red, tired eyes. For years, the lack of nature on the earth had taken it's toll on Panio. He sighed, listening to his fellow gods discuss the fate of the mortals. His father, Ulmo, seemed to be taking the lead, like he always did. Panio sighed slightly, resting his chin upon his fist as he thought of his own opinion on the subject. Most of him didn't want the world to end like this. He always thought it would end during one big party. A small smirk came to his lips as he thought of what it would be like.

He turned his attention back to his peers, half paying attention to their words, half searching the earth to find his new avatar. It would be hard for Panio to decide.

The Trinity


"Calm yourself Arcturus." A dry voice growled as the dark god finished his demands. In three flashes of light, the Trinity stood before their peers. Noctre glared at Arcturus, a frown resting on her dry, cracked lips. "If you do not believe it a sea god's place to tell you your role, perhaps you'll listen to a goddess of fate." Her faded red eyes watched him with distaste. "If these souls belong to any of us," a softer voice, the voice of Hellia, began. "The balance will be tipped towards one side and this new beginning will end up going down the same route as before."

Amara turned to face the other gods, her gentle eyes looking around at the room. "Hello my brothers, sisters, and children. We have been preparing for this. I'm sorry for our tardiness, but we've been busy." Noctre scoffed. "A new beginning requires alot of planning."

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Character Portrait: Panio Character Portrait: The Goddess Asiysia Character Portrait: Arcturus Magnus, The Bringer of Eternal Night Character Portrait: The Trinity Character Portrait: Mask Character Portrait: Nuri
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She shook her head as she watched Arcturus' tirade within the hall, his voice just another one to add to the constant bickering of the assembly. Why she even bothered to turn up was beyond her, as had always been the case she simple toiled away for eternity till her skills were requested by one of her brethren. Sighing and clicking her tongue slowly, she ran her fingers through her wild and unkempt hair which caused a cloud of dust and soot to be disturbed and discarded.

She jumped down from her throne and wandered towards the map of the world below, readjusting the leather straps of her overalls across her shoulders as she did so. She examined the simple design of the device, one of her early works, an overlay of the planet shaped and carved with every detail that mortal and immortal hands had placed upon it. She lightly traced her fingers across the surface in an attempt to examine the destruction more closely, however it appeared to be moving slower than it should for a device designed to mirror the vision of a god. She knelt beside it and had a look underneath, muttering to herself as she did so. Typically the mechanism had been dented by one of the gods during one of the countless disagreements these meetings provoked. She pulled out a small set of tools from her belt, flipped them through the air and caught them again before lying down on her back so that she could get to work with this mechanism. She softly whistled to herself as she did, clicking her tongue again whenever she encountered something requiring more focus and thought.

Finally satisfied that the machinery was working again she pulled herself out from beneath to notice that Arcturus appeared to have left and the 'Trinity' had made their presence known, most likely the latter had had some hand in the formers departure. But it was of little concern to Nuri, for the real reason they were here was to discuss the future of the mortal realm and if it was to be destroyed then it would allow her children to reclaim a home for themselves in the world below. She had no great dislike nor love for humans, but their purge of the giants back during the so called mythological age of mankind had irked her greatly.

She stood up and began to lightly juggle a small wrench in her right hand while she lightly traced the fingers of her left across the smooth surface of the world, smiling as it responded instantly to her touch. At last she found what it was she'd been looking for, something which they would most likely require in the time to come, after all the recreation of a world needs the influence of its gods. She began to focus upon what she'd found, to make sure it was the exact thing she sought.

A small mountain region. Focus.
A small town left in ruins. Focus.
A small mine near the top of one of the nearby mountains. Focus, focus, focus.
A man standing alone. Perfect.




He sat on an old wooden crate, looking down at the pickaxe held in his hands. He was shaking slightly. The wind from the mountain top was cold and deadly, but he couldn't feel it. His skin was worn and weary, and so was his heart and soul. His breath was short and strained as he fought down the urge to vomit. He raised his gloved hand to the head of his tool, and lightly brushed the slowly congealing blood from the metal; some of it dripped onto the earth but most of it simply turned the sheen of the metal a dull red.

A voice echoed from the darkness leading down into the mine behind him "Is it safe?"

He turned and moved suddenly towards the voice, calling out in answer "Keep the children back, it's safe. But don't come out." He looked on with slightly hollow eyes as a pale face appeared at the edge of the mine, her eyes were scared but her stance was strong. She saw his wounds, saw his weapon and saw the churned earth and bodies beyond. "Thank you..." She half whispered before she vanished again, leaving him alone with his actions.

When the world had turned upon itself, humanity leading the charge all concept of honour and comradery vanished in the twilight. At first they'd stood as a town against the madmen from beyond but in time that all melted away. He'd seen friends and family kill each other for the last drop of water or a morsel of food. He'd taken his family away from that, up into the mine that he'd worked with his friends for years, as had his father and his father before him. He'd made sure they'd survive but the town had came for them, madness had overtaken their senses. The choice had been the innocents or the corrupted, and he'd chosen the innocents. Him and his sister had taken the children of the town away, kept them safe and alive for a few weeks while him and a handful of others defended the mine. In the end they had been overrun because some of them had decided the children weren't worth it. He'd put them down, and become the monster he'd fought against. But the children were worth it and they were safe now.

He lay in the dust and the blood soaked ground, his pickaxe falling from his hands as he cried. The world around him began to burn as the lowlands were ignited in fire and death. The cloud of ash billowing out began to engulf the world. His life ended as a new fire surrounded him, and his final moments were the sound of hammer and anvil ringing out.

Garviel had been given another chance.




Nuri smiled to herself as she withdrew the maps viewpoint back to that of the entire planet below.

"So when do we start the reshaping of the world, and by 'we' I mean when are you going to ask me to start work as usual?" She chuckled darkly as she hopped back up onto her throne, her head now level with many of her kin, rather than having to force them to look down at her. As she'd usually speak to their torso rather than strain her neck looking upwards all the time. "Or is this going to be one of those times when we all pitch in and get a hard days work under wor belts?" she looked around those assembled as she twirled her wrench again before lightly throwing and catching it as she awaited a response

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Character Portrait: Panio Character Portrait: The Goddess Asiysia Character Portrait: The Trinity Character Portrait: Mask Character Portrait: Nuri Character Portrait: Malus
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Ulmo


Ulmo couldn't help but chuckle at Nuri's sense of humor. She was a good goddess and have proved abnormally patient for their kind. To tell the truth, he didn't know if he would have spared the humans after nearly wiping out one of his creations, though they had proven to pollute the ocean more than he could have ever imagined. He nodded at her in thought.

"Even you cannot reshape the world on your own, Nuri. You will have the might of the Seas and its Master to work beside you, something even your toys have not matched yet," he told her, a twinkle in his eye as he good-naturedly ribbed her. After a moment, however, the Sea God turned series. He glanced at the others and continued.

"This will be a momentous undertaking. We will need every deity we can pitching in," he stated seriously before glancing at a butterfly at the edge of his vision, "And we will need someone to grant the gift of life once more."

Asiysia... It grieved his heart for her to isolate herself from her kind as well as the others. She was a beautiful creature. If any of them was perfection, it was her. He had known her since she first filled the empty depths of his kingdom with life. It was something he had never conceived of in all the eons he spent alone, but in that moment, he realized how empty his kingdom had until then. She was always so regal and so sad. He only wished...

"Enough of your inattention, Ulmo. At any other time, I would have stiked you down and took your Throne for my own. You did not have the strength to possess her in your glory, but maybe when she is gasping for breath as all life ends, eh?" Nex asked mockingly, an ugly grin ons his face. Ulmo clenched his trident.

"Just be prepared to do your part of the work, Nex!" he snapped, the floor rumbling like an earthquake or the surface of the Sea in a storm as Nex smirked and the air turned dry as desert sand.

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Character Portrait: Panio Character Portrait: The Goddess Asiysia Character Portrait: The Trinity Character Portrait: Mask Character Portrait: Tschinef Character Portrait: Nuri
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As the aforementioned events conclude, a rustling can be heard emanating from yet another throne. This throne is constructed from intricate Tomes of varying Sizes, Cover Aesthetics, Subject Matter, and Language. The Book serving as the seat of this throne casually opens itself, revealing a swirling mass of papers. From this maelstrom of parchment emerges a humanoid figure, looking to be a man of no more than fifty, his brow wizened with great age and even greater knowledge. Upon fully dislodging himself from the throne and taking his seat upon it, the deity known as Doren Del chimes in:

"Myes, myes, what the devil is it that you all need now? I was nearly done cataloging the eighteenth century -dull period toward the end, in my opinion, but there ARE bigger things going on, so I won't hold it against them- but as I was nearing the onset of the nineteenth, I received an 'urgent' message to make my way to these chambers posthaste. Now that you've managed to pull me away from my work, and there's only more piling up for me while I'm away, what is it that you need me for?"
"Ah, the senile one has chosen to grace us with his presence," retorts Nex, "and he's got quite the mouthful for us upon entry. Well, just to let you know, your self imposed 'task' has just recently become pointless. Well, MORE pointless."
"What do you mean?" says Doren.
"I MEAN, the Humans are all about to destroy themselves in a most fiery and spectacular fashion. The bombs are flying, and when they fall, there won't be any more for you to catalog, at least not for quite some time."
"Oh..." muttered Doren, as if in shock. "Well, in that case, I'm afraid I'm only wasting time here. I've got to return to my library and finish my catalog as soon as time permits." Doren then begins to sink into his throne, but hesitates, and rises instead, saying:
"But, before I go..." he continues as he steps toward the map below "... I'm going to need help preserving their knowledge of the past..."



William was having a pleasant day. Granted, the looming threat of flying atomic death might cut said day a tad short, but all in all today was a good day. He'd had the library all to himself, an opportunity that'd not presented itself for some time. Glasgow was widely considered to be a center of culture, but that'd not been something that he'd gotten to enjoy. Perhaps it was the neighborhood he had no choice but to inhabit. His family was never poor, but they'd not have been able to afford a house in a more... pleasant community. The Community College he'd attended had a magnificent library, but it was never quite as empty as he'd have liked. He'd never functioned well in crowds, and especially not the kind of crowds the library usually attracted at about this time of year. Mouth-Breathers and Philistines packed shoulder to shoulder, studying in vain for exams they'd not bothered to prepare for. That was the only time any of their ilk could be seen in the Library, and it sickened and confounded William. How could someone be so callous to the beauty of the written word? If he'd had more time, he might have visited the art museum down the street as well, but given the levels of radiation all of Scotland was about to be bathed in, he'd been forced to choose. Alas, it was a tragedy, but there were still a great many books he'd not been able to finish in his previously brief moments of solace in the Library. He could've ran into the woods like his parents and siblings, perhaps believing that they'd be alright, but he knew better. Even if they did manage to escape the radiation, no matter how much they may have believed themselves prepared, they'd not be suited toward life in the wilderness. He wouldn't be suited to it either, but at least he was capable of recognizing it. Perhaps he'd see them again in whatever ethereal realm lay beyond his own, but that was a bridge he'd cross when he came to it.
While musing upon this, something begins to happen to the book he'd been holding. Just a moment ago, it'd been a rather weighty Anthology of Science Fiction that he'd been meaning to finish, but as he looked back at it, it began to change shape. When it had finish shifting and molding into a new structure, it looked amazing. It had a cover carved from old oak, and bound with rune-etched plates, its binding resembled links of chain forged from a dark, cold metal, and its pages were composed of the most exquisite vellum. As he finished admiring this new book, it occurred to him that opening the book might yield interesting results. He was not wrong, for when he opened the book, he saw blank pages that immediately began to write on themselves. At first, they resembled esoteric markings of a nature beyond his ken, but these began to unfurl themselves into a more familiar language. The first block of text to become fully readable turned out to be instructions. Actually, they were more like orders. They read:

"You must go to the Museum. There are important documents in its basement. More importantly, the students and teachers of the local Schools have decided to take refuge in this place. They will not be safe there. Bring them back here, and further paths will open themselves."