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located in Middle Realm, a part of The Pantheon: Renewal, one of the many universes on RPG.

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Character Portrait: Alo Character Portrait: Akileia
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"How could you be wrong? You are so beautiful!" Alo was confused, how could they not be? Beautiful? But there was something so different about them, more than Primal they were the primal forces of nature itself like no other creature could surely be. They looked around themselves at the gathered being, trying to figure out what made them so alien to themselves. The sun shone brightly yet still had a form born of this crude physical matter. The metal one was cold and strong and required nothing but their own surety to maintain their might. And this one, the dancer and the bringer of the noise that carried a bounce and a rhythm to i t seemed to sustain themselves from the simple purity of joy, seeing their creation made with such ease... It was strange but they felt it struck a cord somewhere in their being and yet at the same time it sounded so utterly unlikely to be real that nothing seemed to register properly when they tried to focus on it.

The words seemed strange... Perfect? Hungry? Powerful? Fair? Did those simple words really describe them justly? It was true they were powerful and the fire that they were formed from did indeed hunger for more and more to consume to simply allow itself to grow. Did that make them fair? They supposed it made them easy to understand and predict, they had one true purpose after all and that which could be understood could be controlled... Perfect that did not make them, they were split by the twin allures of fire and earth, the sustainer and the destroyer to be perfect. But perhaps there could be refinements, perhaps one reason for their alienation was that they were too simple and basic to be able to grasp the elegant world of the world these others lived in. But... Right now they were fire and fire grew.

Focusing their attention over where Akileia made their strange music they pictured them as best they could, their voice and the way they moved and the way their voice trickled forth. They felt they knew how to do this trick now, the gift of life, but they still had to truly understand its full potential. It was less sudden than when they created the phoenix, rather than there be an explosion of heat and light there was a crackling, searing sound as Alo's body began to shudder and shift and slowly it began to tear itself in two down the middle. There was a noise of crashing lighting as the body of flame finally tore apart and the new body on the left dropped down into a ball of fire that grew brighter and thicker and thicker until it was a pure orange mass of blazing heat like a newly born star until slowly with a creaking of burning wood a pair of arms and legs separated from the ball which suddenly exploded open as the figure twisted as though emerging from water.

This new figure of flame was far slimmer and more elegant than Alo's form of fire, clearly a feminine to their masculine. Where Alo was one simple block orange mass of shifting fire with only two blue points for eyes, this new one seemed more defined and was impossible to see straight through. From the top of her head what had been the majority of the orb of fire had shifted into hair of yellow flame that twitched and shifted in the wind and blazed brightly against the red and orange of her body. Where Alo was left with simple orbs of blue fire for eyes and nothing else, this new body had a more defined set of features by far, where eyes and a mouth should be there were cavities of white flame that shifted and closed as though they were a real mouth and eyes.

"What am I?" Came the voice from the mouth of this strange little female form of fire. It was a voice of scorched ash and of a gently burning fire on a warm summers night. Slowly she looked at the world around her and at Alo themselves, their creator who looked on unable to show outwardly the blooming warmth of pride and joy at the sight of their creation.
"You are Altrewan, the Mother of Flame, you shall be the overseer of this world sparks and the master of the blaze that must cleanse. You shall act as the arbiter where I cannot..." Slowly Alo's hand reached out and gingerly their fingers gently laid on Altrewan's chest, sending sparks as though they were two white hot pieces of metal touching for the first time. "I am Alo, and you shall forever know me.... My... Daughter..."

Slowly Alo detached their sparking hand away from their creation to look over at the singing God, there was almost a sad look of pity in their impossible expressionless face. "I am not perfect Akileia, I am the master of Fire and Earth, but she, she IS fire, she is perfect."