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Nimsirril

Elf who reached status as a Demigod. Now wishes to attain his rightful place among the gods.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Marcus

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People who are often involved in Origin, generally living there, doing business there, or such.

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Heavenly Name: Nimsirril Miththaneil
Other known names: Day Star
Gender: Male
Race: Appears to be an elven man
Age: My age is not relevant to the outcome of the situation at hand my child.

Appearance -
This social god of sunlight takes the form of an adult elven man who is very tall and has a graceful build. His skin glows like the sun itself but he is able to control his appearance as to not be frightful towards mortals. When he is portrayed by some mortals he takes on the appearance as a human man with flowing white robes that seem as pure as the light he baths himself in but others portray him as an elf that seems to cast down his benevolence on his rightful people.

Height: 6’9”
Weight: Weight is indeterminable but if one were to try they would find that this demigod almost weighs a pound.
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Blemishes/Birthmarks: Nimsirril has no blemishes but a birthmark marking him as to be forever know that he was but a thing like every other mortal on the planet.
Scars: None.
Markings: None.
Bodily flaws/disfigurements: None.
Tattoos: Divine marks left by the first elves to ascend godhood. It is these marks that define Nimsirril and they glow when he shines brightly.
Piercings: None.
Domains: Sun and Healing.
Associated Domains: The Arts, Music, Knowledge, Agriculture, and Archery

So begins...

Nimsirril's Story

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Nimsirril poofed into the bar only to be absolutely stunned by the amazing hair of this fellow that was also in the bar. "My word....that man puts my hair to shame."

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Nimsirril was so baffled that he had not once seen hair so beautiful and fitting to a mortal,even more so to this man. Nimsirril just took two strides over to the man before looking down upon the fellow and smiling. "I am Nimsirril, God of the Sun, Prepare yourself as I am about to take you away to my own plane of existence and just watch your hair for all eternity. You in return will act as my vassal." There was no arguing with Nimsirril as he already began to open the portal gateway to his plan of existence!

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Once the portal was finally open the entire bar was filled with bright lights and heavenly smells, oddly enough chocolate chip cookies could be pick out among other things, and the sounds of heavenly singing as if the worlds greatest voices all stood within one place. "Tell me friend what is your name before I leave you with my blessings?"

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Nimsirril just smiled only to conjure the worlds most delicious and well baked sugar cookie that almost seemed to beckon Kieran Phyntyn to partake in its loveliness. "A gift from me to you then which is a parting gift, my blessings." Nimsirril would place the cookie down on the table in front of Kieran not waiting to see if the man would take a bite out of it or not as he would step into the portal and have it close behind him.

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It was always strange to come across new places in this city, even stranger when odd sites for the city were not all the uncommon in others, Nimsirril just took two steps towards the door to the diner and opened it up only to look upon the empty rows of chairs and tables. "Hello? Is there anyone in here?" The elven man called out as he walked in the opposite direction that the other two had went inside. He was very tall and wore an outfit of light colors as his shirt and pants were both of a golden color along with his boots he wore and the jacket that had been keeping him warm.

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"Not everyone in the city is as they seem I will give you that." Nimsirril smiled and began to walk towards the halfling only to stop once he took two too four steps closer just to kneel down upon the ground and offer his right hand, " They call me Nimsirril."

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Nimsirril understood fully what it was like to be new to a place but for him it was not that hard to follow the flow of those around him. "I am sure the bar known as Gambits has rooms to spare." he spoke but was thrown off when the cat began to speak. A guardian beast is one thing but a cat? "A pleasure Muffles but I may have the answers to your problems as for right now." Nimsirril reached into his jacket pocket and with a smile he forged within his hand a key to one of the rooms at the bar and with a numbered tag on the end just to pull it out and hold it before the two. "A room for the night and every night there after for as long as you hold onto this."

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"it is a gamble then that you will just have to take I suppose." Nimsirril commented as he continued to hold onto the key awaiting for the halfling to take it. "You have not a single reason to trust a fellow such as I but I have every reason to be kind in a city filed with hate. I hope that in turn you will pass on the kindness that I have offered you to another."

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Nimsirril was very pleased that the two had taken the key as it would maybe act as the initiative that this city needed to change its ways. "Tommy I am very pleased to see you take up my offer."

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It was a very happy sight indeed to see the halfling girl dance for joy about her new predicament. "A warm bed will be just the thing for you and Muffles."

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"Yeah indeed." Nimsirril added.

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Nimsirril heard the small things stomach only to snicker a little bit and began to look around. "I do not see any staff for this place at the moment. You need to go to Gambits and tell them that you are hungry." Nimsirril once again reached into his jacket pocket and began to fish out a couple of credits only to place them within the hand of Tommy. "You should get yourself something to eat and maybe Muffles some milk if he want it."

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"Possible, I am always about in the city now a days." Nimsirril just smiled and took a step back only to make his way out the door of the diner. "Just be safe."

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The realm would shiver as the deities returned to their realms and ancient gods began to look over the planet with nothing more than an interest that a child would have with rise of the sun and the setting of the moon. Nimsirril stepped into the realm wearing his usual loose fitting robes and strange sun mask that matched him so well. "What is it that we have here?" the divine elvish god spoke only to step closer to the sceane to witness a damned soul with no clue of what truly was waiting for them all and a pure soul who was blindly loyal to her maker only to be blind to the same thing as the damned one. These two beings seemed to be bickering over a neutral soul in the web of life and death and this only brought a smile upon the demigods face. "Now I see what we have here."

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Nimsirril watched the divine only to smile behind the sun mask he wore. "I truly have been away from the realm for a long time." The elvish sun god spoke in a hushed tone that was like a breeze running through a field of golden wheat. It was rather interesting to watch both sides play at helping this young girl.

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Nimsirril looked at Ari, a strange combination of draconic might with heavenly grace. 'No. If this girl is meant to pass on then you should allow her to find peace. I however cannot stop you from helping this girl and so I cannot command you angel. I do hope you will continue to help the other angel to do her duty." Nimsirril sent his own message to the strange draconin only to then look back at the girl who was being helped.

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Nimsirril continued to smile from behind his mask only to then turn around and note the angel who had fallen from grace just to chuckle a bit. "Strange I have never seen something like this before." The elvish god had been away from the realm for a long time and the things he had seen before were very different from what they are now. Slowly the deity turned his attention back to the original group and then to the draconic angel. "How was I wrong? You did what you were meant to do."

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"How strange." Nimsirril uttered only to watch the group a bit more. The elvish god found the small group rather interesting and so he simply pulled himself up a chair and took a seat of his own. The fallen over on the other side of the establishment was still an interesting being as he seemed to carry much weight upon his shoulders but that would be a story for another time perhaps.

The setting changes from Gambit's Bar to The Dwarven Stout

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A rift through the very fabric of space and time would open up within the establishment and out would step a figure with golden skin and and what could be said to be a lack of modest clothing as his body would reveal much of his presence to the patrons yet show nothing as the white garb that did cover him kept him modest enough for anyone to truly gaze on. His face hidden by what could be considered a mask of the sun and an aura of magnificent healing light would warm all who gazed upon him leaving feelings of joy and bliss.

The setting changes from The Dwarven Stout to Grove

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The Grove seemed lush and beautiful as the Light of the early morning sun seemed to grace the normally dark locale with its bold glory. Only minor things seemed out of place as a single bare foot seemed to step out from the light of the sun followed by the graceful form of what appeared to be a radiant elven hunter whose lack of armor only did more for him as his unearthly appearance was almost to beautiful for words to consider.

His long golden locks seemed to be equally as radiant as the sun behind him while his right hand seemed to find its home against the bark of an apple tree which quickly blossomed and began to bare fruits just at his presence. This was the power of Nimsirril, The Day Star, and his natural affinity for growth.

"I have come." His voice was light and filled with caution as he awaited for the other to present itself before him. It was not very often that other divine beings called upon him for anything.

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There sat a strange specimen her dress composed entirely of the flora around creating truly exquisite patterns that no machine could mimic. Her face seemed both young and old, switching, but there she was sat on a lone log, nodding gracefully to the arrival. For a time she said nothing, instead just gazing around with muted calm, her skin shimmering with untold beauty, and providing an aura like that of the sun. Everything about her seemed placid and kind, nothing like malice or darkness shed from her, although her expression was of sadness, when she finally, spoke, "Nimsirril, The Day Star not often my child do I call forth anyone or act. I am a Mother and a Mother must let go of her creation eventually... Still even a Mother must realize when their wayward children require maternal advice." pausing she finally turned to them, "You know I don't like interfering in things. I stick to my place in the balance... but there was for a time once an order... an order that was meant to provide us with more than words or platitudes... a means to prevent what could occur..."

Standing up she walked over, each step she made, creating bursts of life, flowers, grass and other flora spouting, "It was a goal I believed in, I even wanted sincerely for this to work. I wanted truly to have some way to handle darkness spreading... Ways to prevent sycophantic beings like my dear brother Erebuz from acting... Instead what happened... BICKERING... INFIGHTING... PENIS WAVING..." she scowled her anger flying from her, "Thus we are now back here, and I realize you want to do right, you must act. I am no longer accepting of this current status quo. Lucifer returns, Erebuz grows stronger, other horrible things take place... It is time I did more. I want to restart the Grand Pantheon."

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At that time a shadow stepped forward into the radiance of Gaia's presence, and following it was what seemed to be a small white wolf. The shadow found itself pressed against a treetrunk, whereupon it resolved into a grinning, almost impish, fellow with pale skin and dark hair. He was clothed as a traveler, upon his hip sheathed only a single blade, and upon his back was a small bag carrying what could be anything from foodstuffs to water. He held in his hand a single apple, taken from the tree grown at The Day Star's behest, into which he bit, producing a satisfying crunch.

The white wolf stalked over to Gaia, changing form from wolf to cat, at which point it would rub upon the mothers legs, before returning to the very stump Gaia had been seated, climbing atop it as a cat would be wont to do. There upon that place the feline's pure white coat would shimmer and shift, and it's outline would dissolve, only to solidify as a small girl threw the long white locks of her hair back over her shoulder, smiling pleasantly at Gaia and Nim. "Hallo mother, Hallo bright one. I heard your call and came with heed. Why hast I been asked to forsake my forest? Why have I been called from my home?" The girl said in a voice young and musical, sounding like water falling among the leaves of the verdant wood. But beneath that vibrant melody was heard the undertone of roots stretching, of wood groaning in the wind, of aged trees sighing with the wind.

"yes indeed, I would much like to know this myself, green mother. I don't oft get invited to parties, and as I understand it this little festival was open to all? For what purpose could so many divine beings be needed to gather? Even my father readies himself to come hither, and the old codger doesn't move for any storm!" The grinning man said, from his place leaning against the bark of a tree. After saying his piece, he returned to his apple, ignoring all of them, or so it would seem.

For so it was that Loki the Trickster God, son of Odin, brother of Thor, and Heir to destruction was found at the Grove, and with him had come Imnariel Al'Toreth, as she was known, or Aisling, as mortal men had called her in their time. The Shifter she was, and the changer and the forest girl, the Elder Sage and Woodland Sprite. All of these was she, but above all was she Aisling, The Spirit of the Forest.

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It was at first that Nimsirril seemed confused. He was not the only one to be called before the Great Mother of the natural world and yet the others who had arrived though similar in nature like his own could be considered drastically different from himself. The elvish man simply waited and listened to the green woman but found himself glancing between Loki and Al'Toreth with a bit of interest as he had not seen the likes of them before till just now.

"With just us? What can we do to help you in your cause great mother, what can I do, and surely there are others you have invited?" Nimsirril found his question partially answered as Loki said something of his father coming. It only cought his interests more as to how many more would arrive upon the scene. The Day Star knew of other beings such as himself who might have had interest in coming forth but feared that they would be unable to arrive intime to meet and great all who would show for such an occasion.

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Sensing another, the Mother of all creation gently turned her head and nodded towards the figure almost clothed in the darkness of the woods, speaking kindly, "My dear, dear child, come I know you have misgivings about company, but even in times of great upheaval we must converse with snakes." the figure moved out, she wore a black robe, while wisps of white hair escaped her hood one half shrouded in complete blackness. Many would recognize her right away, including her father. Nonetheless she stood quietly listening but not speaking, although one could hardly ignore the scowl she made to one, before resuming to listen.

With her now here, the Mother of all Creation gave a caressing and maternal grin as she nodded to all, "My dear Day Star you make a valid point, but when one plants a tree it begins as a mere seedling. This is where we are we must intend to work diligently and keep things straight-forward. I have no doubt many would join us, especially since very few have ill feelings for I. But I would be wrong to choose to gather all, we need cultivate our forest, that means planting the seed with few, and let it grow into many."

Turning to Loki she gave an almost sad smile, "I know you dear Loki, I know you may have goals of world conquest, but even you don't want to mess with the prophecies of Ragnarok. I also know you crave respect and not be left out of such grand soirees, I am giving you this respect with caution. I need unity, and this means you won't be the only questionable element we use." pausing she went on after a exchanging life-long breath, "I intend to restart an idea you were not invited to originally... that is The Grand Pantheon. I am not Odin nor do I hold ill feelings towards you Loki, like all creations on this planet you are merely misguided at times, but I did not come here to speak about the past. You are being given this chance."

Finally she turned to the other, "I know I don't rarely call other, and it seems a shock... but desperate times call for desperate measures... as it was... Darkness looms in the ever horizon my naive brother Erebuz sees no sense in anything I call. Lucifer returns and with him things grow more difficult. I had a connection with children of Eden but they are outside of my sight now. I am sick of being helpless and watching malign people hurt my children or hurt me, I must only watch. We are weak when we are voyeurs, but as a group we could call to action those who would act. I am not asking something easy, but we are beings of considerable influence and power, yet we are restrained, we don't act like these beings. We instead are split, tell me how is this right? The Grand Pantheon must be restart and it must work."

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Loki looked up as Hel entered the grove, and his grin grew only deeper. "Why hello there, my dear sweet daughter, How's Nfflhiem this time of year? Are you getting enough sleep, you look rather grim" He said, chuckling at her.

Then Imnariel spoke up "The Grand Pantheon failed in the past, what makes you think it will not do the same again?" As she spoke she hopped from the stump and, in the form of a child only four feet in height, walked about with her hands behind her head, kicking her feet as she stepped in a circle around the stump. "What has already been done and failed, must not be repeated with hopes of a different result. That is madness, and madness will only add to the dark evil growing in this age."

Into this moment a pair of Ravens flew down and landed upon branches overlooking the grove, and at the gap between trees where they were perched strode a tall figure in dark robe. In his hand was a staff bearing no design or mark, and his cloth was drab and without means to catch the eye. This figure would walk among the world unseen and unknown, but here his identity was all too obvious, for it was indeed Odin, The Allfather, come at the call of the mother of creation. His hair was moonlight, and one eye was all the galaxy for it's color, while the other was dark as pitch. A long beard completed his image of an old man of little note, but his bearing was such that none save a will to equal his own could stand unbowed by his presence. "Gaia, You have called me forth, and while I suspect much to your reason and designs, I would have them set plain to me. Do you truly seek to bring back the Grand Pantheon?"