NS name: Lavan Tiri
Deity name: Syular
Gender: Male
Generation: Younger
Abode: The Underworld
Domain(s): Winter, Treachery, Night
Function(s): Syular is responsible for turning the world to night by maintaining it's motion about the Sun, as well as guaranteeing that Winter comes on time. He controls the weather during the winter--according to his mood, it can be harsh and cruel, mild and dry, snowy and cozy, et cetera. As god of Treachery, he not only enables treachery and betrayal by giving traitors knowledge and motivation, but also safeguards against it, planting seeds of wariness and watchfulness in targets of betrayal. His nature is one of duality, one of the balance between light and dark, life and death, heat and cold, the god who symbolizes rebirth and renewal through pain. He teaches valuable lessons to mortals and gods through harsh methods.
Appearance and attributes: Syular has three main aspects he appears in, depending on the function he's fulfilling.
The Black Junco: A jet-black and pure-white junco bird, with a harsh voice. Juncos herald the arrival of Syular, and in his guise as one, he heralds the harshest, deadliest weather of Winter, and a coming betrayal.
The Tarantula: A cobalt-blue tarantula, which communicates solely in feelings and thoughts, mind-to-mind. In this guise, Syular is benevolent, to keep people safe through the night, lead them to warmth in Winter, and warn them of danger.
The Murdered Man: A tall, harsh-featured young man, with pure white skin, long, lank, blue-and-green hair and purple eyes. He wears two garments, depending on his purpose: when he wears a long black cloak and kilt, his hair held in a bun by black-jewel-encrusted chopsticks, he has come in wrath. But when he wears a deep blue kilt and a long iridescent white cloak, he has come to comfort and protect. It depends on his mood, really. Regardless of his clothes, his chest and neck are always exposed, showing his long, raw scars.
History and background: Many millennia ago, there was a god named Raluys. He was the God of Springtime, of growth and renewal and fire. He kept the weather pleasing, but sent storms upon the world. He brought new life into the world, but allowed plagues to spread. He was kind, though, and prayers were said to him at weddings to bring fertility to a new couple.
Unfortunately, Raluys was also curious. And naive. And taken to wandering the world, searching out it's hidden places and secrets.
Once, while he was out searching a forest for secrets, he came upon a cave. Unwary, he went inside, exploring the dripping caverns and dank tunnels. He delighted in the blind salamanders that twisted in the shallow pools, and was fascinated by the bats that flapped overhead. So he ventured deeper and deeper in, slipping on rocks and algae, until he heard what sounded like a voice. Thinking he'd found something magical, the god dove into a pool that seemed to speak in whispers, trusting his powers to keep him safe.
But this pool was not as shallow as the others, and Raluys fell down and down, into a new, deeper, darker cave. Unbeknownst to him, he was in the deepest reaches of the Underworld, where not even the other gods go for fear of the ancient creatures that dwell there. Creatures of the Void, from the beginning moments of reality, things that scuttled and slithered and devoured. They attacked Raluys, and he cried out to his fellow gods to save him.
But none came.
Mustering his strength, Raluys managed to escape the abominations, leaping through the pool above him into the cave and crawling out of it, near death. In the forest, he was found by an old priest, who did his best to nurse the deity back to life. Unfortunately, it was not enough. Raluys slipped into a fugue state between life and death, and the priest, thinking him gone, performed the last rites and buried the stranger in his backyard, with a wreath of ivy to mark the grave.
That night, as the Moon rose, something stirred under the ground. A god, thought dead, poisoned and buried, clawed his way free of the dirt, irrevocably changed. Once hale and hearty, now emaciated and unsteady. The old priest heard the noise and hurried from his home, horrified at his mistake. He took the naked walking corpse inside and fed and clothed him and gave him a bed. For nearly a year the priest tended his unnamed charge, until one day, he arose from the bed and walked outside into a snowstorm. The priest rushed out to stop him, but the man was already gone. Distraught, the old priest went back inside. Laying on the bed was a wreath of frost-coated ivy. Thus was born Syular, God of Night and Winter.
Personality: Has a chilly, almost cruel front, which hides his true qualities: his wry sense of humor, his generosity, his sadness and pain, his desire for friendship and love. He enjoys the company of others and the love of a man (he's hella gay), but actively prevents himself from obtaining either.
Other:
- Symbolized by wreaths of frosty ivy
- Claims to have invented the guitar but this is a lie and everybody knows it.
RP samples: Children of Infinity
