Name: Atrophos
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
Appearance:
God of: Decay
Faction: Balance
Powers:
Decay – Atrophos possess the power to bring physical decay to anything excluding the immortal gods. For humans, one touch and their body will deteriorate. One by one their organs will fail until they die in their sleep. If he chooses to increase the pace of the process, he can make a human wither within seconds. Decay does not stop with the physical body. Decay affects everything and so he weasels his way into every object bringing decay from the inside. Buildings, organic matter, ideas, civilizations….flesh. He takes credit for every one of the plagues and had a large role in tumbling every large civilization from Mesopotamia to the British Empire.
Drain – When cornered he can take the life force of another. Draining them of their energy so that he can use it against them. However, when the battle has been won the effect is detrimental to himself. His physical form turns grotesque with sections of his body starting to decompose. He can recuperate when alone, but the skin remains scarred. He can do this with humans, animals and godly beasts.
Decay of the Divine. - When in their godly home, he cannot affect their energy. However, with their powers, he can start a process. When the gods and goddess become fallen ones, he can weaken their powers when they are used against him. It will not stop the attack; it will merely make it easier to defend. When on earth, the decay stays with the attacked creature. It will slowly eat away at them until he stops the process.
Dust of Death - When Atrophos is attacked, his main attack is the dust of death. The very bugs that tear the flesh from those humans buried beneath the ground, surface up. Crawling from the feet of the chosen victim. Scuttling through clothes, covering every inch of skin they can. Bugs such as centipedes, spiders and ants start to bite and burrow through the flesh. If need be, with a flick of his wrist he sends a gust of bacteria around the victim. Picking the creatures up, alongside dirt and twigs. Closing the tunnel around them, letting the bacteria seep into the sink through the bites and the scrapes. For humans it is unbearable, it feels like fire under their skin. They start to tear through their skin for relief only aiding the process. For the Gods it merely stings. The creatures do not stop until Atrophos pulls them back.
Equipment:
Spoiler: Staff
Personality:
Atrophos is a solemn character. He’s not one to turn to for help. He remains rather neutral in all godly arguments. He prefers to be alone in Averas and when other gods stumble onto his path he treats them quite bluntly. Everything ends, friendships die. Order dies. He will end. He sees his role as a necessity. He is proud of his role and enjoys it, even when it involves tearing humans away from their loved ones. He is not a sadist, he just knows that without death and decay the world could not move on. Something that he will continually remark upon is that just because something ends….does not mean it never should have been.
He revels in his own company, away from someone who could grow bored of him. He sees himself as only able to complete one task. And that is to bring the end. Not many wish to have such a being as a companion. He responds mostly with sarcasm, dry wit or just blatant insults. He is rarely angry, used to being poked at by other beings. His anger is not something that the humans toy with, for those that spit in his direction will find themselves turned to the dust that floats in the wind. The gods never truly see his rage but those that press him will face a harsh bite.
With the fall of Suriyel, he changed. Falling to the earth as a human meant that he was truly able to decay. To die as a human. It terrified him. True when up above, he knew that like everything, he would end one day. But to have that day thrust upon him, made him paranoid and even more prone to snapping at others.
Background:
Little is known about his past. His mind is slowly decaying. He can only remember darkness. In his most recent years before Suriyel’s death, he roamed Averas. He didn’t interact with many, decay is part of the balance of the world. Only with the death of animals, plants and humans can new life begin. But not many see his work like that, so he did as he always did. Continued completing his role. He could tell something was coming. The decay of something big. Something bigger than any of them. He had felt something similar when Rome fell or when the World Wars began. But this was something akin to a nuclear bomb going off in his head. Then it hit. Suriyel had fallen. Decay had started in their own world, decaying the control held until it was swiftly taken. The death of one of their own would be enough to start a war. But with all gods thrown from their heavenly world, it was obviously now part of a larger plan.
Get the gods out, leave them to die on Earth. Take over the empty upstairs. Whoever set this up was intelligent and Atrophos wasn’t planning on crossing paths with them. As soon as he landed, he was drained. The land in which he crashed into was dying, the fields produced nothing. He should have felt in his element but it only hindered his progress. He was alone, trudging along the side of the road. Searching for something in the endless dead fields. Smoke from afar told him that another God or being had fallen as well. The fields slowly gave way to green. Glancing back, he realised the death that he left was of his doing. He was drained because his body had started to destroy the crops around him as he lay unconscious.
Following the footsteps of other Balance gods, he decided upon the ancient standing stones. These ones were far North. The same ones that he used for journeying to this land. He encountered many beings on his journeys. Some benign that left him to do as they pleased. Others wished to only bring destruction. Forced to defend himself, he felt his body grow weaker and weaker. His appearance started to scare the humans. Where he was heading though, the only company would be sheep. He managed to drag himself back to Averas. But he is weak. He hides away in the darkness, trying to recover whatever little he has left of himself.
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Originally Posted by RedKayne
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