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

Name: Faestai
Appearance: A black haired woman in an elegant but ill maintained suit of armor. She has a white lab coat draped over her shoulders
Spheres: Primary: Experimentation. Cut it open, see how it works, change how it works, make it your own.
Secondary: Pain. Emotional or physical, both are acceptable to Faestai. Typically she detests creatures that don’t feel it but will make an exception if they cause pain on a regular basis.
Secondary: Blood. Bloodshed, family ties, and actual blood if it comes to that.

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[The following transcripts and recordings were found in the ruins of Sunny Smiles Asylum. From what we understand Faestai was a patient there, brought in by a family member, possibly her brother Anetel. She exhibited signs of hallucinations and severe obsession with her elder brother Jomontet as well as numerous other issues. The resident psychologists, having made no progress with her over the course of several years invited one Dr.Zeptyr, a leader in the field of Deitic Psychology, to the Asylum.]

[This first piece of footage appears to be an equipment test, most of the subjects involved are off camera.] So where are we heading again? Some dump Asylum in a backwater universe. This chick isn't even that sick I'm sure. Hell, she's probably faking it. Why would she do that? She's got nothing to gain from this. Not her, the asylum. It’s a nice fat publicity stunt for them. [Dr.Zeptyr moves into the camera's view.] Gentlemen, I'd prefer if you kept your gossip to a minimum. I will say this though, Director Jeknokov is a personal friend and a skilled psychologist in his own right. He wouldn't call me out here unless he felt it absolutely necessary.[Footage ends]

[This next piece opens as the crew and Dr.Zeptyr arrive on the grounds of Sunny Smiles Asylum. Director Jeknokov and his aides appear nearby.] You brought a camera crew to a mental institution. Vain as ever I see. Sorry to say I’m contractually obligated to bring them along. Got yourself into another mess then? Hah, can leave this until afterwards? When the cameras aren’t recording? Of course. You’ll need these. [Director Jeknokov signals to a nurse construct who is holding a stack of badges.] Various enchantments limit our patient’s movements so you’ll need these to move freely about the grounds. Please, come inside. [All metaphysical beings present disappear and reappear inside.]Understandable, now what can you tell me about the patient. In front of a camera? You know the answer to that one. Then I can’t do anything. So you got yourself into one hell of a mess then. We can edit out the offending sections afterwards. I want to destroy that footage personally, also I can’t let any of your crew sit in on the patient’s sessions. That’s reasonable I suppose.

Now can you tell me about the patient? Very well. She’s Faestai of the Empire of Perfect Order. [A few of the older spirits on the crew swear] One of those fucking monsters?! I thought they all burned up in the explosion! Burned? When was this? Hm, it was before your time wasn’t it. Well, I’ll give you the quick version. There was a god called Dontesun who got it into his head that he was the saviour of the multiverse. Saviour from what? Chaos and when you leave it at that it sounds good, maybe even noble, but Dontesun had strange ideas. He believed that thought and emotion were intrinsically chaotic and sought to remove such things from the species he encountered, by force and conquest if necessary. He was, unfortunately, quite successful in his efforts for some time. Eventually he amassed enough strength to create gods to serve him. Anetel, Jomontet, Faestai, Liami, and Neuss. After these five were born they handled the majority of the conquering and took control of the thralls.Thralls? Some kind of artificial god with no will of their own. No one is quite sure how they were made but they were used as everything from soldiers to dietic energy generators. Anyway, Dontesun used these five to commit what were best described as mass atrocities and eventually take control of their entire universe.

Billions of worlds and species rendered down into empty husks of their former selves. It got to the point where they were looking to expand outwards into other universes. Seeing as I’ve never heard of them something must have gone wrong. Quite right. Someone even stronger than Dontesun took issue with his expansionist policies. I don’t know the exact details but from what I can gather this someone was able to convince Jomontet to turn against the empire and gave him some kind of psychic weapon. It either drove the thralls mad or gave them free will but we know they started acting on their own. Dontesun was killed in the ensuing chaos that much we’re sure of. It was thought that that Jomontet died as well but he has been spotted recently. Given her history I have to ask, why help her? Call it a challenge. The idea was that if we could rehabilitate her, current issues and genocidal streak included, we could do the same with anyone.
[Footage ends]

[Footage begins with Dr. Zeptyr adjusting the camera’s position. He holds up a card that reads “Session 1”. Director Jeknokov is also present. The door opens and a nurse construct leads a woman wearing a straightjacket and muzzle in. When the woman see Director Jeknokov is visibly struggling against the jacket and whimpering softly. The construct secures her to a chair before leaving.] Is she really so difficult? No actually she should be quite calm right now. She might have done something to confuse the constructs though. Let me just get her out of those. [Director Jeknokov stand and moves towards Faestai, who panics and strains to move away] She’s more skittish than I expected. No, this is odd, even for her. [Director Jeknokov removes the gag] No, no, no, no. I didn’t say. I promised, you promised, you promised, you promised. What? Promised what Faestai? Can’t say, can’t can’t can’t take more pain [Dr. Zeptyr turns to the Director]Something you’d like to explain? [The Director stares at Faestai for a moment and then laughs]

Clever Faestai, quite clever. You can relax Zeptyr, I’d never hurt one of my patients, you know that. It's just that Faestai can be a bit manipulative at times. [Dr. Zeptyr turns back towards Faestai who smiles and looks towards the wall.] The old one helped the new one to see. That one can be so annoying. Do you know who she’s talking to? She changes it every time you ask. Faestai, I’d like you to meet Dr.Zeptyr. He’ll be the one handling your sessions from now on. New one replaces the old one? Doesn't matter. Both useless.[Faestai turns towards the Director] Need to solve.Oh, I almost forgot to mention Faestai’s more unique traits. The first is that she has some kind of mental block that’s preventing her from accessing the majority of her abilities. Not that it matters anyway. We take care to make sure our patients can’t draw energy from their surroundings. The second is, well, it’s easier to show you.

[Director Jeknokov unties the arms of Faestai’s straightjacket and as soon as her arms are free she cups her hands together. She opens them to reveal a small golden sphere with thin lines crisscrossing the surface. A puzzle. Faestai immediately begins trying to solve it.] What is it? Shhhh. For the longest time I thought it was just something she made or found to fixate on but the way she acted when I tried to take it away, violently, if you were wondering, made me suspicious. I really didn’t find anything concrete until a few years after her sessions started. I was looking through my old notes and I noticed a pattern. She was becoming more lucid as the puzzle was solved. Unfortunately whenever she gets close to completing it something will always go wrong. Maybe the puzzle will reset or scramble itself. Sometimes it changes form all together. We couldn’t get her out of her room for a month when it turned into a jigsaw puzzle. Ten billion pieces not much larger than a hair, all blank white, no edges and she wouldn’t go anywhere without all of them. Are you saying the puzzle is her mind or at least representative of it? Correct, I think she might have made it reflexively on the destruction of her universe. It might be related to the weapon Jomontet use-[ At the mention of her brother’s name Faestai brings her fist down on the table, denting it. She’s visibly shaking with anger.] Oh yes, don't mention her brother. You can tell she gets a bit worked up. DECEIVER! BRINGER OF STATIC! WORLD BURNER! I leave this to you Zeptyr.[Footage ends as the Director exits the room]

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NAME: Krid

APPEARANCE: Krid is basically humanoid in form, mostly made up of small rocks and pebbles with soil filling in the spaces. Also mixed in are small uncut precious stones and raw minerals but most of these are obscured though. Wears a calf length skirt and a complicated wrap of fabric across her chest. Other features include:A tangle of vines and moss which serves as hair. Two eyes cut from gemstones, ruby and amethyst. A mouth with shards of white quartz as teeth.

SPHERES:
Primary:
Magic: What Krid was born to do and as such not an easy sphere to change. Uses more freeform systems than her father.
Secondary:
Creativity: Something she picked up from her father. She's enamored by the arts of mortals especially if they're unique to a culture or species.
Fertility: Krid is at a loss as to where this sphere came from but she's taken quite a shine to helping things grow whether they be mortals or plant life.

INFO: Krid was created simply on a whim by another god. He'd intended for her to monitor the flow of magic in a certain universe but when the time came for him to move on he was unable to leave her behind. He took Krid into his care and treated her like his own child. He taught her as much as he could about, well, everything from creating to art. He shared his knowledge of creativity and showed Krid some of the greatest works by mortal hands. After that she wanted to help mortals create greater works and developed her second sphere, Creativity, soon after that. They stayed together for several more decades and, for the most part, Krid has managed to stay out of her father's family issues though the few times she did get involved it helped to tip the battle in their favor. Eventually she gained a third sphere, fertility, though she's not quite sure where it came from. Even her father commented on how unexpected it was. Now, finally a full goddess, she's ready to strike out on her own.

​Personality: Impulsive and curious. Fascinated by mortals and slow to approach gods she doesn't know. Will keep to herself until she feels comfortable.