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| Subject: Alzir, the Silver-Tongue -[Tellus Artaerium/Isis]- Thu Jan 01, 2009 12:40 pm | |
| Name: Alzir Occupation: The Silver Tongue Main Worshiping Nation: Frenelia Personality: Alzir's personality follows suit to his reign...He has a silver tongue that is said could talk an angle into selling it's soul for a quick buck. When his followers become annoying, he loves to offer these beings an apple, laced with cyanide. Over the years, Alzir has become more and more impatient, especially with his minions and followers. He favors the followers that follow in his own footsteps, believing his promises of turning these minions of his into demi-gods. If he's in a good mood towards a follower, which is not often, he tends to, every now and then, actually keep his promises. Notes: ---Domain: Bile and Toxin ---Creation: Within the nation of Frenelia, freshly appearing just between the Lilan forest and the City of Mugath, there was a luscious forest, bright green, with fresh grass underlying the interior. Of course, it would also seem to have a single path of light-hued sand that curved deep into the forest. In reality, the forest interior was nothing like the outside. Upon passing into the forest, Weeping Willows with an indeterminable age...to go along with the amount of poison Ivy and numerous adders slithering about the branches...lowered it large limbs, blocking off all exit from within the forest, and no longer would one be standing on soft dirt, but a very thin path of mud, on either side of which lay thick, dark purple bile, bubbling, and smoldering waste. At the end of this muddy path, was a small patch of swamp land, muddy and murky water that seemed to have texture, only crossable by the thin bridge, fashioned from a single decaying log, that ended infront of a large throne of mangled skulls and bones, crawling alive with black widows, copperheads, and brown recluses. For the time being, the throne was sat upon by no more than a single off-colored Copperhead, who's skin was all black in hue, as opposed to the usual brown, red, and black. The god that ruled over this venomous paradise Citadel, Alzir, The Silver-Tongue, God of all things Toxic and Bile, had the snake in a trance, using it to relay any messages of guests in the swampland to his priest, the Murdath Fregallu known as Shliv Hugor. --God Powers: ----Induce Venom - [Passive] Wanderers and strayers from his way slowly start become maniacal, insane...slowly, they start getting sick...not nausea sick...just...sick, and eventually, succumb to an actual venom that deteriorates the brain. ----Silver Tongue - [Passive] - Again, Obvious...His wonderful ability to talk an angel into selling it's halo for a buck. ----Purple Haze - [Active] - Breathes a cloud of poisonous smoke that makes the inhaler steadily become more and more ignorant. ----Fear - [Passive] - Inherited from his father, Asofon who is one of the most fearsome gods. This allows him to reign with terror. It also means that no other god is truly ready to trust him.
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