Name:
Tiazu Obu
Age:
8,500 Years Old.
(Looks like she's in her mid-twenties.)
Race:
Deity
(Looks like a human with otherworldly beauty.)
Personality:
Absolutely vain in so many ways due to they way she was created, the transcendent goddess bears an ache in her heart that will never cease nor vanish. Endlessly she searches for that which would fill such a void, but it is impossible. It is her curse, that which haunts her conscience as a constant. So long has she suffered that it had made her often bitter, angry, and furious. Glimpses of her happiness can be seen, but they are incredibly sparse and only temporary, for she who lasts forever, those that she cherishes do not. Over eight millenia of bittersweet misery have carved her into a state of near constant cynicism.
History:
Once upon the birth of civilization, the radiant Sun felt in love with the stoic moon.
Endlessly she pursued him to no avail, never would the day dance with the night. Only one did it ever occur in an eclipse, and never again after that. Sorrow overcame the sun, and she wept. From the heavens came her tears, liquid flames that brought about apocalyptic damage to the kindling of society. Yet society survived, and even still the fire never vanished. Taking upon a liquid state, across the world the tears of the sun would travel. Incinerating and burning all that it touched.
Envy over the Moon coveting the Earth had wrought the Sun's first night of wrath upon the world.
Over five hundred years, the tears collected into a singular point. There, the pool of fire burned for many days until there was a change. It began to take shape, it began to take hold of a more physical form, and in time it took the form of a young girl. As bright as a Star, she began to wander the world. Bringing fire and destruction wherever she went. She was beyond understanding or comprehension, for she was consumed by the emotion that created her.
Sorrow. Sorrow which wrought the second night of the Sun's jealousy upon the world.
All she knew was the ache of her heart, all she could grasp was the pain it caused, and the fledgling Goddess did not stop until she once intruded upon a shrine and met a boy. A child, an infant. While countless others screamed and fled, the infant who was barely out of the womb reached out and tried to touch a living star. As his mother burned, she plucked him from the earth and his cool fingertips brushed her cheek, all the while he stared upward amorously at the Goddess that stood above him.
Suddenly in that moment, the flames and the pain came onto an end. His mother was reborn out of her will, the shrine that was burning grew with vibrant greens and beauty. There, in that shrine, she made her first home. A being of pure flame had found peace, and happiness.
It was the first day the sorrow was vanquished.
There in that shrine, the mother and boy frequented often. Visiting the Goddess. As he grew, so did she. Though she was bound to the grounds of the shrine, she was happy. Countless hours were spent playing, learning about the world she had been placed upon. Yet they grew older, and she did not. The mother passed away to the ages of time, and the son grew older and moved away to start a family of his own.
Once again, she was alone.
It did not take long for the wrath of sorrow to reduce the shrine to ash.
Time and time again, she allowed herself to grow closer to mortals, only to be bitterly stung by the curse of immortality. They would always age and die, just as the flowers she loved would age and die, and it frustrated her to a near maddening state. Such cruelty it was, the "gift" her mother had given her, and she cursed the Sun's true name. In this curse came retaliation, for the heartbroken Sun felt that her daughter, the one being who should always love her unconditionally, needed to suffer just as she.
She struck her with wondrous beauty, bewitching for almost any mortal to see. She struck her to have warm, soft skin that was simply incredible to touch. She struck her with a beautiful voice full of extraordinary and hypnotic melody. Yet she left beneath that shell the Goddess was still very much there wreathed in a flame of misery, for lastly she struck her with the need for wanderlust and company. Company which would always end in with bitter mortality.
She would wander the world in need of companionship, with no hope of its eternity.
So cruel was the Sun that she even left her child's potency fully intact. Flames would wash over the land in her anger, while blossoms grew in her joy. Famine in her hopelessness, with bountiful harvest in her happiness. It would take over four millennia for the girl to learn how to control her abilities, the forces of creation and wonton destruction alike, so that she wasn't constantly feared, hated, or obsessed over.
Once she held the mantle of her abilities and held fast her ability to control thek, she began to wander across the lands. Going where she pleased, whenever she pleased.
If only she could fill the emptiness of her curse, gifted to her by her mother.
Level: 5
Progression Path: Transcendence into a state where she no longer suffers her mother's curse at least. Doesn't really have a "class".
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