Godhood XIV [OOC] [ROLL CALL. ALSO: OPENING.]

Name: Alakim, The Ever-Lost
Appearance: A tall and broad, yet somehow wispy-looking man who wears a tattered, hooded cloak and thick-soled boots. His face, arms and legs are all heavily tattooed; it is said that each individual picture represents a great discovery mortals have made. He carries an axe handle, using it as a walking stick; what was once the blade has been melted down and fashioned into manacles, which he wears on both his wrists and his ankles.
Primary Sphere:

• Discovery: For to understand the divine, one must first understand the mundane; be it an undiscovered species, an uncharted land, a long-lost civilization, or even such simple things as an unvisited shop or a strange foreign dish, each new thing shall bring you one step closer to your destiny.

Secondary Spheres:

• Travel: For books and workshops can only teach so much; only a wanderer can truly manage to discover all the world has to offer, for only a wanderer can encounter a fraction of a fraction of its vastness.
  
• Penance and Duty: All our actions are tied to everyone else in a tremendous web. One must do right by others, and make amends when one has done wrong; anything less is unacceptable.

Additional Info: There are some that say Alakim was once a demon, a creature from another world, or even a beast in human form; others, merely an exceptionally powerful bandit, or an unforgiving warlord. Regardless of which, he and his army were infamous for miles, destroying proud cities and everything around them. Great works of art, palaces and monuments, forests and lakes were all condemned to rubble and ashes. For what reason, no one can say; even the Ever-Lost himself has long since forgotten, and it is the one thing he does not care to learn anew.

What is known is that there was a great library, and he and his followers had planned to destroy everything within it. Yet as soon as he stepped foot in the door, Alakim was struck by awe: the towering bookshelves, all crammed tight with tomes and scrolls in every language imaginable, felt more mighty than any king. Slowly, his eyes came to rest on a large book laid out on a desk in front of him; and he slowly moved towards it, gingerly opening the cover and beginning to read, telling his men to hold until he decided whether they were to proceed.

The book engrossed him like nothing else, and he was unable to stop reading. By the time he had finished, night had long since fallen, and his men were all sound asleep. He gently closed the book and came to the realization that he could not live like this anymore, to take things out of the world. And he knew that if he told his men this, there would be a mutiny.

He slit their throats, one by one, and strode off into the night, discarding his old identity and adopting a new guise as an explorer. He achieved great acclaim and fortune, never letting anyone know who he once was. But as he died, he heard a voice calling to him:

Your work is not done. You can never be forgiven, nor forgive yourself, for what you have destroyed; but you may ensure that others carry on your new legacy.

Precisely one week later, Alakim arose as a spirit, knowing the voice had spoken the truth - knowing he could never rest, but that he could help others explore and learn, as he had ever since that fateful day.