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Tschinef

God of Lies,Mischief,Envy and Fear

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a character in “The Gods: New Genesis”, as played by JGamer502

Description


Gods


God Name: Tschinef
Title: God of Lies,Mischief,Envy and Fear, The Deceiver
Gender: Male
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral (but leans to the evil side)
God Appearance: Image
Personality: As the god of lies, he obviously lies a lot. He has a silver tongue and tells you what you want to hear. He is a bit of a fear monger and likes to see other's scared emotions. He is also very jealous at times and likes taking things from others. He is very sinister and seems to change interest a lot, therefore making him take a lot of different things if jealous. He also makes jokes some times, they seem funny but then by the time he ends his joke others then realize it is a joke about killing you. He is often very silly, yet cruel at the same time. He tends to shape shift a lot since he is usually very jealous of another's shape or looks.
Opinion of mortals: "I like them, they are very amusing and they are very nice puppets! Although they are kind of stupid and are sure gullible! they even blew themselves up! and it was not my doing! how stupid..."
God’s Domain: Tshcinef's domain is a dark realm that is just an entire labyrinth. The walls are grey and smooth marble, and the floors are pale stone. At the end of the maze is Tschinef's dark mansion. Although most mortals do not make it through the maze, those that do live with Tschinef in his mansion, if he likes them that is. The mansion is very hollow inside, and seems kind of disturbing at times. It also has many rooms for many purposes, but one room is just an empty room with a glowing orb. This orb is used to watch anybody in his labyrinth, and also place any traps or tricks in the labyrinth. There is also a floating orb above the labyrinth. This orb is connected to the one in Tschinef's room, it allows the god to see anybody in his labyrinth and also allows him to place his many 'tricks' on to his 'game board'. If anyone tries to cheat in his labyrinth then Tschinef will use the orb above the labyrinth to blast a little stunning laser on the cheater.

Avatar Name: Cri'ey Dolorun
Avatar Appearance: Image
Personality: He is very mysterious and cruel. He does not talk much and instead acts as a hit man for his god at times. He is often very strict at times and is a good leader, but he prefers to take the path of stealth instead of the path of just charging in and punching the enemy in the face. He has a deep love for the people he leads.
Magic Abilities: He has the ability to shape shift. He can also take off his bandages, revealing an unspeakable monstrosity.

Hero(es): (One name and personality per hero; may be left blank initially as your Avatar builds a civilization;)
Rank/Reason:
Personality:

Terrain Preference: Dark places that change very often. An example is that if you wake up on his land then it is nice and green. The next day you wake up on his land it is all dark and scary. The next day...well so on and so forth.

Name of Kingdom/Empire: The Liela Kingdom (LIE-EL-AH)
Capital: Malania, Malania is a large city in the middle of Tschinef's land. It has dark walls around it, but has gates that lead to the other cities that border it. In the center of the city is a tower of sorts where the avatar lives. The tower is made of black stone that looks like obsidian. In the tower is also a portal that leads to Tschinef's realm. Usually only the most trusted people of the city are allowed through the portal, but Tschinef allows anybody in the portal with open arms since he wants to see if they can get killed in his labyrinth.
Major Cities:

Marr'a: A very war torn part of the land. The city is split into two groups, The Glour army and the Kalakra legion. There is usually constant violence in the city and has dark steel walls surrounding the city to stop the violence from spreading any where else. The Glour believe that the Liela is a bad empire and that the Glour should rule instead. While the Kalakra are defending the Liela. The gate to this city is blocked with huge chains and closed with a metal gate, since it is recommended that nobody should enter.

Minlax: This city is very wealthy and is known for good trading and business. They have a little underground tunneling system to trade to other cities. The people here are very wealthy, but most of them are poor since the leaders of the city are greedy and tax the people a lot.

Kijaid: This city is very quiet most of the time and kind of empty. It is full of thieves and bandits, and is home to a group of assassins called The Shadow Hand. Most of the people here have a home here, but usually skulk around the other cities for information,money,or fame. Not much is heard from this city, but most fear it and try to stay away.

Society:
The Lielains are an odd and nightmarish race. There is no specific look for them since they tend to all shape shift a lot. Although since they shape shift, no matter what they shape shift into, they are always scary and fearsome. They are all unique and come in many shapes,sizes,and most rarely, colors. The ordinary form and look of the people is usually a grey humanoid, but this is rare for some one to stay in this form since all the people want to look and be different at times. Although some of them are very jealous and take the form of any strangers or fearsome citizens. But that always ends up into a fight of sorts. The most fearsome people are the most praised, for the more someone fears you the more respect you get, as the Lielains say. Most of the people stay in the city, but others like to travel and take the forms of any other race and live within their territory. The usual skin color for the people is pale grey, but it is rare for someone to change the skin color.
The economy is average, but the people are known for thievery and such. The currency is black coins of such and it is measured by weight. Heroes in this kingdom are titled a hero or heroine when they either save any one important or save anyone important, or they go through the maze and come out alive. Although, most heroes that DO go through the maze alive end up wanting to stay with Tschinef in his mansion for life. So in order for the kingdom to know of the victory, Tschinef must send a statue of the hero down to the city to be placed in The Hall of Heroes which is in the tower where the avatar lives. They are not into politics that much, but there are a few secret societies in the kingdom, and the most fearsome looking people are the most important and are able to live in the tower that the avatar lives in. All races are welcome in the city, but most are too scared to enter the kingdom.


Other: Never speak of fruit salad in front of his people...

So begins...

Tschinef's Story

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Character Portrait: Ulmo Character Portrait: Urgael Character Portrait: Nuri Character Portrait: Mask Character Portrait: Tschinef Character Portrait: Nex
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A sinister looking god then sits on a throne made of shining obsidian. Although it had an odd glow of green tinted on it, a glow that can make others feel uncomfortable. This was Tschinef, the god of mischief,lies,envy,and fear. He then looked at the gods around him and rubbed his nails together with a bored expression. "Blegh, the mortal humans where stupid enough to blow each other up! all though, as much as I love the sight of mortals fear, it is still plain stupid..." says the god of mischief. He had a sinister voice, and it sounded kind of silly at times and giddy. "Though, it will be boring with no one to scare, I guess a second chance is OK..." he says with a little grunt at the ending and a kick to the air. He then looks at Mask after his description of Ulmo falling into oblivion and smiles.

The setting changes from new-earth to The Realm of the Gods

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Character Portrait: Ulmo Character Portrait: Urgael Character Portrait: Malus Character Portrait: Nuri Character Portrait: Mask Character Portrait: Tschinef Character Portrait: Nex Character Portrait: Kallistrate
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All throughout her friends, for she had yet to find conflict with a single one of her peers, argument, the woman, clad in soft, whispers of white cloth that formed robes, which fell upon her body intricately, sat upon her throne, decorated in many hieroglyphics that read off plans of mass chaos and destruction, each plan used somehow in one of the many, many wars that man-kind had participated in. She listened, she watched, and she thought.

After allowing them to simmer and fume with and against each other a bit longer, Kallistrate, ever the voice of reason, rose.

"My fellow Gods and Goddesses, I see not why we must argue. Does that not make us just as bad, if not worse, then the mortals? We sit and we spew, we fight and we argue, yet it accomplishes nothing, now does it?" she asked, her voice soothing and calm, bringing order to the arguments that had been flying back and forth.

She took a few steps to look down at the mortal world, her expression thoughtful.

"Although I do not wish to choose sides, and I am attempting to do exactly that, I do, indeed, have a plan. If you will all hear me through, you will not regret it," she told them, fixing a solid gaze on each one. When no arguments arose, she turned back to study the world below them, her brown hair cascading down her shoulders and to her waist.

"We should not allow them all to be killed, for they have progressed far too quickly and immensely that it would be a complete and utter waste to do so. However, it would be foolish to only let a few live, seeing as those remaining would grow to resent us for allowing their loved ones to die. There will be no second chance, but I do believe it would be a good idea for each and every one of us to, as most of you have already done, pick an Avatar, who will meet with and represent us on Earth. In order for us to choose who should live, and who should die, and I believe we should turn to looking into the lives of those who we find interesting, and see if they are worthy to continue being alive. We should, of course, choose the most intelligent ones. The doctors come first, so as to prevent the new civilization from dying off due to illness and other factors that could kill each and every one of them. For those that we choose to live, though, I have found that, as I said before, humans grow to resent whatever it was that killed their loved ones. I think it would be wise to erase any memories they have of their loved ones that died, and only retain the memories of the ones that are living," she concluded, finally turning back to face the other deities.

"As I said before, my friends; there is no need for us to argue, especially in times of crisis such as these. We must all remember to keep a cool head and to not overreact. Now, please return to your thrones and mull over what I have said, for I do believe it is the answer to our problems.

The setting changes from the-realm-of-the-gods to New Earth

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Character Portrait: Ulmo Character Portrait: Arcturus Magnus, The Bringer of Eternal Night Character Portrait: Tschinef
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Tschinef then looks at Arcturus with a frowned expression. "Eesh, yeah we all get it you are god of death, bringer of night, all souls are yours yata yata, but it is just so cliche...." says the god. He then looks at Arcturus with a wicked smile. "Why not let OTHERS have fun with the souls hmm? I want to play with the dead too you know!". He then looks at Ulmo and says "Anyways, when and how will we bring back that dirt pile the mortals call a world back with another chance?". After that, he jumped out of his throne and looked out down to the mortal world while rubbing his hands together maliciously.

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Cri'ey


A man in bandages then lifts from the rubble of the largest asylum in the U.S. He then looks around at the destruction and leaps towards a shattered window. He looks at a shard of the window and stares at his reflection. Nothing different, but there was now red in his eyes, literal red now. He then looks around at the rubble at notices a hand sticking out, it was one of the patients in the asylum. He then pulls this hand and a pale man jumps out of the rubble, screeching. Cri'ey then looks at this man with a bored expression in his eyes and slaps the man with his hand. The man then whimpers and stands up behind Cri'ey loyally. More men and woman then peek out of the rubble and walk up to Cri'ey. They then start bowing. A voice is then heard in Cri'ey's head. "Hello, I see that you have followers. These people are crazy, but you are the most sane, they worship you. If you are wondering who this is, it is I, the great god Tschinef, god of mischief,lies,and envy. Now, I have a favor to ask you..." echoes the voice of Tschinef. He then explains how he wants him to build a civilization with all these mad men following him, but then he says "But you look so plain...except for you my dear Avatar, you are the most fine of all these crazy people". Dark purple lighting bolts then blast through the clouds and onto the pale mad men. They all then start running around in chaos with lighting striking them one by one. It is pure chaos, and under those bandages Cri'ey is smiling. The lighting storm then stops and the mad men are now all in different shapes and sizes. Each where unique and all where nightmarish. They then start experimenting with their powers and start shifting into more things such as animals, but messed up versions of them. "Oh, sorry but there is one thing I forgot" echoes the voice. A large bolt then strikes Cri'ey and causes him to howl in pain. The strike then ends, but Cri'ey is no different. He then starts vibrating and turns into the shape of one of his followers, but with black dark skin. The made men then hide in rubble with fear and whimpering at this. Cri'ey then returns to his normal form and kneels down while looking at the sky. "Thank you Tschinef my lord, I will lead these fools to start a new race" says Cri'ey with his dark voice.

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Character Portrait: Ulmo Character Portrait: Tschinef Character Portrait: Genno and Isrr'ar
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Tschinef then looks at Ulmo angrily. "And what should I do? I don't see what else we need, unless you want twisted creatures running around the world, something for HEROES to challenge?" suggests Tschinef. Two gods then stand from their thrones. Their thrones where close to each other. One was a sunny golden while the other was a dark silver. These where the twin gods Genno and Isrr'ar. "And what about us? we do not know what to do for this world, other then giving the gift of mystery to it" says the two in unison. They then walk up to the view of the world together holding hands and look down at the world.

The setting changes from the-realm-of-the-gods to New Earth

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Character Portrait: Ulmo Character Portrait: The Trinity Character Portrait: Malus Character Portrait: Nuri Character Portrait: Mask Character Portrait: The Goddess Asiysia Character Portrait: Tschinef Character Portrait: Panio Character Portrait: Nex Character Portrait: Doren Del
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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."