RE: The Grand OC! [CONTEST 27: KILL IT WITH ＦＩＲＥ!]
09-30-2014, 11:01 PM
Username: Schazing rituals
Name: Piro, aka The Almighty Daymaker
Species: Stiggan Meiyr
Gender: A one-man meiyr-band
Color: Racnoc Blue
Biography: After the cleanup concluded following all hell breaking loose on the Praeterwater, the founding gods agreed to step back from omnipotence and let some new fish have a go. Least amenable was the youngest god of the four, Catcher, who'd barely had a chance to flex his deific might before being relegated to a celestial desk job. Law and Solbruin figured his complaints fair, and let him make a few new mortal races of his design (under the tutelage of the experienced newcomer, Wootz.) Even Egal was gracious enough to not judge him for making more dog-creatures, and Catcher ascended satisfied into the Echelon.
From Wootz' generic terrestrial mammaloids, Catcher uplifted the lively Marche, the ponderous Fenne, and the introspective Meiyr. The Marche, already scavenging on the edges of Seakin cities, integrated themselves swiftly. The Fenne trundled into civilisation in their own time, but the Meiyr preferred the dark corners - and the sunless world of the Praeterwater was full of them. The Meiyr became a diaspora, every dark ruin a home to a different set of stories and myths and insects for dinner.
The Almighty came from what he'd call dull and uninteresting origins, though it's thanks to the Marmoral-carved histories on the walls of his home that he even knew what a sun was, let alone that the Praeterwater had ever sported one.
Feeling deeply unappreciated on an intellectual front, and not seeing the irony of such, he left his storied home to spread the truth of light, or at least to find out the true motives of Solbruin, god of darkness and monsters. The goddess in question has been monitoring this legend-in-the-making, and finds his self-proclaimed title to be rather amusing. Personally, she thinks Saint Piro has a much nicer ring to it.
Description: Stiggan Meiyr are long-furred, bipedal, long-faced creatures with shaggy, dragging tails that counterbalance their considerable height (a good six feet at the shoulder, plus prehensile, heronlike necks). Their ancestral stock were termite-eaters, and their long faces house longer, sticky tongues designed to lap up insects. Piro's den cultivated the bioluminescent larvae of the winged insects called Racnoc, which leaves a blue glow most conspicuously on the tongue but also tints the fur over a lifetime of eating them. The Racnoc just as readily take up residence in dark Meiyr fur, making the young Piro's bodily glow distinctly spotty. Despite his worship of all things luminescent, he's got poor vision that works best in low or no light, and is blinded by direct bright light.
Being ill-equipped to go adventuring in general, let alone slaying a god, he's cocky but politely curious about the world around him. Journeying to strange lands to meet strange people will probably do him some good if he comes back alive. Probably.
Weapons/Abilities: The Almighty left home equipped with a portable termite farm on his back, which is more like a box of dirt than anything. There's probably more Racnoc in his fur than in the farm, but considering his claws are better built for digging/ripping than building, he didn't do a bad job. If he had better fine motor skills he'd probably be an inventor-type or such. He also thinks he can control light, although that's not actually a thing anyone can do.
Name: Piro, aka The Almighty Daymaker
Species: Stiggan Meiyr
Gender: A one-man meiyr-band
Color: Racnoc Blue
Biography: After the cleanup concluded following all hell breaking loose on the Praeterwater, the founding gods agreed to step back from omnipotence and let some new fish have a go. Least amenable was the youngest god of the four, Catcher, who'd barely had a chance to flex his deific might before being relegated to a celestial desk job. Law and Solbruin figured his complaints fair, and let him make a few new mortal races of his design (under the tutelage of the experienced newcomer, Wootz.) Even Egal was gracious enough to not judge him for making more dog-creatures, and Catcher ascended satisfied into the Echelon.
From Wootz' generic terrestrial mammaloids, Catcher uplifted the lively Marche, the ponderous Fenne, and the introspective Meiyr. The Marche, already scavenging on the edges of Seakin cities, integrated themselves swiftly. The Fenne trundled into civilisation in their own time, but the Meiyr preferred the dark corners - and the sunless world of the Praeterwater was full of them. The Meiyr became a diaspora, every dark ruin a home to a different set of stories and myths and insects for dinner.
The Almighty came from what he'd call dull and uninteresting origins, though it's thanks to the Marmoral-carved histories on the walls of his home that he even knew what a sun was, let alone that the Praeterwater had ever sported one.
Feeling deeply unappreciated on an intellectual front, and not seeing the irony of such, he left his storied home to spread the truth of light, or at least to find out the true motives of Solbruin, god of darkness and monsters. The goddess in question has been monitoring this legend-in-the-making, and finds his self-proclaimed title to be rather amusing. Personally, she thinks Saint Piro has a much nicer ring to it.
Description: Stiggan Meiyr are long-furred, bipedal, long-faced creatures with shaggy, dragging tails that counterbalance their considerable height (a good six feet at the shoulder, plus prehensile, heronlike necks). Their ancestral stock were termite-eaters, and their long faces house longer, sticky tongues designed to lap up insects. Piro's den cultivated the bioluminescent larvae of the winged insects called Racnoc, which leaves a blue glow most conspicuously on the tongue but also tints the fur over a lifetime of eating them. The Racnoc just as readily take up residence in dark Meiyr fur, making the young Piro's bodily glow distinctly spotty. Despite his worship of all things luminescent, he's got poor vision that works best in low or no light, and is blinded by direct bright light.
Being ill-equipped to go adventuring in general, let alone slaying a god, he's cocky but politely curious about the world around him. Journeying to strange lands to meet strange people will probably do him some good if he comes back alive. Probably.
Weapons/Abilities: The Almighty left home equipped with a portable termite farm on his back, which is more like a box of dirt than anything. There's probably more Racnoc in his fur than in the farm, but considering his claws are better built for digging/ripping than building, he didn't do a bad job. If he had better fine motor skills he'd probably be an inventor-type or such. He also thinks he can control light, although that's not actually a thing anyone can do.
peace to the unsung peace to the martyrs | i'm johnny rotten appleseed
clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow
clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow