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Rey Ji'hala

"While some let their nature control who they are, others learn to harness to become something else entirely."

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a character in “Pantheon II: Division”, as played by MartinVole

Description

Name: Rey Ji'hala
Physical description:

She stands tall at 6'2", lean built with red hair that runs down her back and covered in tan-to-reddish-orange fur decorated with patches of spots. Black coloration lines her eyes and tear-shaped stripes go down from the forward corner of each eye meeting at her chin, in a resemblance to a cheetah. Her eyes are green in color with some vertical orientation in the pupils. Her hands are fairly large with sharp nails like that of an animal. Her feet and legs are lean and muscular, her feet longer than wide with muscular focus in sprinting, swift running clearly built into her very being.

She is often completely obscured in the attire customary of those following Sublimatio Caro, black robes and faces obscured by a white mask resembling that of their patron god, Hazarmaveth. The robes and mask are to obscure the fleshly form as much as possible. In ornamental attire only her eyes can be seen through the dark eye-holes of the mask.

Race: Beast

Age: 28

Gender: Female

Personality:

Her personality can be defined as a bit odd. Often introspective and quiet, she tries more to deliberate upon subjects, a discipline derived from Hazarmaveth himself. Curiosity is a strong part of her nature, listening and asking questions, especially regarding the workings of the gods, a subject enjoyed near the point of obsession. She tends to try showing courtesy and care even to those that have insulted her. Ultimately her normal impression is one who strives to be understanding and calm and be slow to agitation.

On her other side, however, it proves that no nature can truly be suppressed completely. In moments of confusion or stress can become more erratic, ranging from irritable to acting partially upon urges. Her voice takes on a crackle like a snarling cat. While discipline tries to direct these urges to a constructive ends, sometimes it overrides reasoning. She looks upon this side of her with immense shame.

Skills:

Owing to her race, she is a natural hunter and very athletic. Most things of physical exertion do not burden her as much as it would others, climbing trees and cliff faces are trivial matters. Good for a short burst of great speed she can catch just about any animal and swiftly and painlessly kill it. She can hear subtle changes in sounds, pick up distant sounds, and changes in the air all from just her ears. These traits server her well as a survivalist and scouting.

Powers:

Blessed by Hazarmaveth, she has been given a small portion of his power. This has, however, had an unusual manifestation given her split nature as two opposing ends. each carry a heavy risk and can only be used in brief intervals.

Path of Mercy: Forgoing the self, she can sacrifice a portion of her vitality in order to give it to another, effectively healing them. This can include severed limbs if cleanly cut and done so quickly while holding it tightly to the cut. This does not work on heads, or torso splits however. Overexertion can result in unconsciousness or death.

Path of Malevolence: Her body emblazoned with a primal intent a bestial rage takes over her very being. Taking a portion of the vitality from the nearest lesser creatures she multiplies her strength and healing as well as radiating intense heat. Downsides of this are struggling with reasoning and overexertion can cause her body to burn out or her heart to explode.

Combining the two will tear the body apart and result in death. A mortal body, after-all, cannot handle harnessing this form of power.

Weapons: Ornamental steel dagger-like claw extensions.

Notable feats:

Convinced a highwayman to change his ways. This was done by confronting the man at a plot of road along a forest path, she greeted him civilly and inquired to his reasons of accosting her. At first he asked for all her possessions which existed only as a small bag containing a few coins. She tossed the bag to the ground and upon the moment his eyes left her and went upon the coins she moved swiftly to him and disarmed him. Instead of spilling his blood, she instead asked him for the reasons behind his thievery and found that his younger brother had suffered a great accident and he had not enough coin to help him. She healed his younger brother at the price of ceasing his thievery.

Strengths:

Physical combat, athleticism, resilience to severe weather, artistic, wit

Weaknesses:

Swimming, high-pitch and loud noises, intense smells, controlling nature, easily moved, workaholic

Goals:

Her ultimate goal is to take the final steps of ascension as stated in the sacred texts: becoming a god.

So begins...

Rey Ji'hala's Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Rasoc Character Portrait: Keria Vashol Character Portrait: Hazarmaveth Character Portrait: Edna Wytrix Character Portrait: Klethi Character Portrait: Vescteseg Character Portrait: Rey Ji'hala Character Portrait: Vladimir Rostovii Character Portrait: Elysabeth Character Portrait: Valoel Ruhiel
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Markavian looked at vesctesegs. Straight into his eyes. "Do you know what your saying? We can be the best. Get rid of the primorals, and claim the universe! Don' t you see, mortals will see us for what we are. Not vessels, not servents, but Gods. We can overthrow them, together. If Novakillin taught me one thing, its that if some people unite, they can do anything. Though, hes a pansy with a loose head. Hell, if we take over, I can get purged of him. You all will have powers no one would dream of! We are the primorals. There time is up." Markavian thought of the wonders he could cause by being purged of this goody goody body.....all the damage he could cause, and even kill Novakillin, after Markavians purge. Markavian then realized the weopons he could build......limitless destruction. All mortals would boow before there destroyer, and pray for him not to kill them.

"Now Enda, Rosoc, Vesctesegs, Haze, your ether with us...or aginst us. Our time will come when were not bound by regulations from lesser gods, who know nothing of strenght in numbers. They shall see the end of my bolts, them damn so called "strong" gods. They may be the first, but there time is up." Markavian continued. His mind was set on destroying the first gods of Armoth. But how would they hurt an immortal being? He would need some extremly strong weopon...maybe his tinker table may be of use there? With a mortality potion..."Ok question, does anyone know how to make potions? I have an idea." He smirked. Markavian then asked the question. ."wheres Pyrexus? We may need her opinions on this."

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Rasoc Character Portrait: Lementia tamara chione Character Portrait: Pyrexus Riey Character Portrait: Keria Vashol Character Portrait: Hazarmaveth Character Portrait: Edna Wytrix Character Portrait: Klethi Character Portrait: Vescteseg Character Portrait: Rey Ji'hala Character Portrait: Vladimir Rostovii Character Portrait: Elysabeth Character Portrait: Valoel Ruhiel
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Markavian looked at Rasoc. "Enough?" He looked dumb founded. How dare he! But he couldn't not listen to him. So he kept quiet, for a little bit. Then markavian heard abou t his feud with novakillin. "Ok, one, I want him purged from my body, then kill him. His annoyance about peace and telling me what to do shall end. The only way for me to do this, if I had more power. More power mean im set free, and novakillin will be no more. But think of the benefits! We all would have power. We could make the world in our images! And we shouldn't fear death. Especially both of you, Haze, and Rasoc." Markavian said. He then looked at each and every god. "You call me insane....this plan, insanity. It isnt. Now, I rest my case, and I hope you see the same. Think about it." And with that, markavian went back into novakillins consinceness.

Navakillin was shaking now. Did he loose control? None of the gods were wounded......or dead. But most were looking at him like a madman. An annoyance. Oh no.....he thought. He did lose control. That fiend markavian shall perish! Novakillin looked around. He was in the middle of the room, all eyes, or most of the eyes, on him. "Im....sorry....."he said meekly. He slowly walked back to his seat, with confusion, and a little shame. What did he say? He probably will never know. He put his hand on his head, slumped on his chair. He turned to Edna. "What did I say?" He asked. He wiped sweat off his forehead. "And I didn't hurt anybody did I?"

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Character Portrait: Rasoc Character Portrait: NovaKillin/Markavian Character Portrait: Lementia tamara chione Character Portrait: Keria Vashol Character Portrait: Hazarmaveth Character Portrait: Edna Wytrix Character Portrait: Klethi Character Portrait: Creep Character Portrait: Vescteseg Character Portrait: Rey Ji'hala Character Portrait: Vladimir Rostovii Character Portrait: Valoel Ruhiel
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Light's flickered and a chill set in the area as a tall blonde with blue streaks in her hair entered she eyed the gods wanting to fight with disdain [bLementia][/b] frowned and spoke " our time will come, but I think killing and creating a world where we walk among the slaughter we created is wrong, since I rule over nocturnal creatures and winter I believe I am still neutral" she said a small whip of smoke came from her nostril's "since I don't have many followers, I mean who would fight for a draconic goddess, not many mortals" she let out a chortle her aura chilling those close to her. "why do we keep treating mortals like live stock?" she muttered, fingering her amulet.