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Quote: Name: Vertigo Faye Lupin
Nickname(s): Verti or Faye
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Bloodline: Halfblood
Birthday: May 12th
Birthplace: London
Biological parents: Nymphadora Tonks and Remus Lupin
Appearance: Sweet, sweet Vertigo.
Personality: Vertigo lives up to her name every moment she's awake. Being the only daughter of Nymphadora Tonks - Auror and a rather eccentric mommy - and Remus Lupin - former Professor and werewolf - there was a low chance that she would turn out normal. Having inherited her mother's oddities, as well as some other charming features, and her father's magical prowess, Vertigo could be described as a very bubbly, energetic girl. The sort of person that can run laps around a castle, stay up all night to watch a meteor shower and make it through the next day without feeling the least bit tired. She tends to run her friends ragged that way, always wanting to do something fun or exciting or intertesting. She's a bit of a daredevil, having no fear of heights and a love for speed, which made her into a perfect Quidditch player candidate when she got old enough.
Faye's friendly manner attracts people from all over, seeing as her amiable, talkative personality is just oh-so addictive. She's prone to absorbing herself in what she's doing, whether it's dishing out the latest gossip to whosoever is listening, or reading a particularly bloody horror story. Despite having a hard time sitting still for long periods of time, Vertigo's a great student, willing to learn, just unwilling to attend to the piles of homework necessary to pass the class. Both an animal lover and a Hufflepuff, she's the sort of girl who can be described as cute and dedicated in the same breath, and then absentminded in the next. Even though she's an extremely acrobatic and talented player while on a broomstick, Faye sometimes has trouble on the ground: she's a bit of a klutz when she's not paying attention to what she's doing. Her feelings are often worn on her sleeve, so it's not an uncommon sight when she starts bawling over spilled milk or something of the like. However, the common misconception that she's a push-over often gets someone hurt: and usually it's Verti who's dishing out the bruises and wielding her temper as she sees fit.
Biography: Vertigo spent most of her fifteen years driving both her parents up the wall. As a baby, she was the "sweetest, cutest buttercup", who took long naps during the afternoon and ate most of her food without making a mess. However, as her toddler years came into effect, it soon became apparent that she was not only adorable, but rambunctious as well. She received her first broom when she was three, only to crash it into the giant tree in the yard two weeks later. Of course, it was an accident, of many, so she got a new one - after some lessons. She took joy in winding up in the most precarious of places, such as the occasion she was found chasing a pixie on the second story roof. Or the time she walked across a bridge, but on the handrails instead of the planked flooring. There was also that time she climbed up on top of the kitchen cabinets when she was five, searching for the trick wands Tonks had hidden away after her older brother - Teddy - left them at home one year.
By the age of eleven, Vertigo had already broken an arm and a wrist, gone through six different brooms and made pets out of every magical creature she came across. With Luana at her side, she set off for Platform 9 and 3/4's for the first time four years ago, ready and eager to begin her days at Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Love interest: None, but prone to unreasonable and frequently changing crushes.
Sexual orientation: One must assume... heterosexual.
Likes: Animals, flying, soft pillows - for pillow fights, Luana, colorful quills, lots of color actually, charms that have pretty effects, excitement, Christmas, clouds, talking, reading, unicorns, Chocolate Frogs, Brighid.
Dislikes: Being alone, spiderweb in her hair, mean people, cheaters and liars, wearing the color red, crying.
Fears: Despite her appearance, Verti very rarely finds herself scared of something. One of her fears, however, is the fear of losing someone close to her, or the fear of hurting someone she loves. Her greatest fear, however, would be the thought of drowning.
House: Hufflepuff
Year: Fifth year.
Title: Prefect
Quidditch player: Yes.
Position: Keeper.
Broomstick: Her brother's old Firebolt.
Team captain: No.
Pet: A pet Kneazle named Luana, who had been tamed by her father when she was ten.
Wand: Vertigo's wand is exactly six and 1/2 inches long, delightfully springy, made out of White Basswood, with a core that consists of a single strand of hair from a Demiguise's fur, wound about an Occamy feather.
Strengths: Vertigo has quite a bit of talent considering her parentage, and she does exceptionally well in Charms, Care of Magical Creatures, Defense Against the Dark Arts and Flying.
Weaknesses: Of course, being a bit absentminded sometimes, Vertigo has trouble keeping up in Potions, History of Magic and Astronomy.
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Quote: Name: Lorenz Tabea-Zabini
Nickname(s): Lenz or Laurence [the English version of his name.]
Gender: Male
Age: Sixteen
Bloodline: Pureblood
Birthday: January 21st
Birthplace: Munich, Germany
Biological parents: Blaise Zabini and Irmalinda Tabea [pronounced: Erm-ma-lin-da Ta-beh-ah]
Appearance: BLACK and GREEN are my S T Y L E.
Personality:
Biography:
Love interest: None.
Sexual orientation: Bisexual
Likes: Quidditch. Snakes. Reading. Quiet. Power over others. Respect. Sugar quills. Lifesavers. German brews [and tea.] Soft things. Nighttime. Moonless nights. Swimming. Music. Midday naps.
Dislikes: Most rodents. Butterbeer. Polyester. Being interrupted. Excess bloodshed. Losing. Blatant liars. Pathetic... anything. Helping others, generally. Tattletales. Too much perfume.
Fears: Lorenz has a hard time accepting that he has any fears at all, even that of Death. He fears losing face in front of others or doing something to ruin his reputation - thanks to how daddy dearest always makes fun of and insults those sort of people. He has a terrible fear of enclosed spaces.
House: Slytherin, just like daddy.
Year: Sixth
Title: Prefect
Quidditch player: Yes.
Position: Chaser
Broomstick: The latest Firebolt.
Team captain: No
Pet: An abnormally affectionate female rosy boa by the name of Kuran, which had been given to him on his twelfth birthday. She was specially picked out for him because she had been bred to detect poisons and dangerous spells.
Wand: His wand is a flexible, if resilient, piece of Catalpa, 10 and 1/4 inches long. Its core consists of a dragon's heartstring, specifically the heartstring of a large male Antipodean Opaleye from New Zealand.
Strengths: He's intelligent enough to be good at any class, should he put his mind to it, but his best classes are definitely Potions, Transfiguration and Defense Against the Dark Arts.
Weaknesses: Of all his classes, the ones he has the most difficult time in... or, rather, the one he has the least amount of interest in, would be Ancient Runes.
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Lengthy Introductions: | God of Healing - Lemminkäinen - Konstantine Erraman Aiolos Reinhard Charalampos - Lord Paion |
Please, Just Say This: | Rein - Käinen - Lemminki - Lord Paion |
I Have Seen Many Things: | 1598 |
Touched By A Divine Hand: | "A small, swift C U R E works best on all occasions."
Divine beauty and unlimited grace are almost always at hand when dealing with the visage of a godly creature. As the essence of healing, solace and anything else similar to being anodyne, this God was gifted with a physicality that exudes a near tangible internal warm, a beckoning alleviation and a refreshing luminance. Rein, as he so humbly insists upon being called among friends, is a statuesque creature. Born with the features of an aristocrat, he can no more evade the simplistic elegance of his being than he could the light of the sun or the smile of a child. To begin with, the God of Healing stands at a stately six foot zero and could be accurately described as tall. His trim, exceptionally fit body is a physique often found frozen in time by the hands of sculptors whether it be of granite or bronze. However, there is no Herculean package to be found when observing Rein, seeing as his body strays towards a more agile form, with vigorous sinew and a healthy amount of muscle definition. He is long in both leg and arm, suggesting that the fitness of his body comes from a great deal of physical exercise, such as running or swimming, which is very much true considering that Rein enjoys both of those such activities on a weekly - or daily - basis.
The components of Rein's body that he holds to be his most valuable features would be his hands. As a natural physician in the medical field, his hands are tools of healing and destruction in the same instance. His fingers are long, steady, cleanly curved at the tips, symmetrical, and in a way, beautiful. The manner of his hands stand out more than the actual shape of his hands, as he often moves them in such a fluid way most find themselves entranced by any singular gesture he makes. Often, his hands can be found drifting through his hair - or another's - shifting over someone's shoulder, memorizing the shape of a child's cheek or caressing the side of a close friend's arm. He is careful with his hands, as they are very important to what he does and what he can do, as his hands are what allow him to dedicate himself to healing the unfortunate and tending to those fallen under the strictest strains of illness and pain. Of course, being a worldly, knowing man, it is not uncommon knowledge that Rein's hands are also skillful in other realms of expertise: or so all his past lovers claim. He neither acknowledges nor denies such claims, and only those that have experienced the subtle warmth of his fingertips really know them to be true or false.
However many rumors there are to be found about Rein's hands, there are thrice more so about what most focus on when meeting him: his face. Indeed, and there was never such a face like Rein's to be found elsewhere but in the dreams of artists and the minds of romantics. Above a pair of pale, wide, inviting lips - often curved into a genuine smile or a curious grin - lays the long slope of a straight, regal nose, thin at the bridge and wider at the end: a handsome nose, to say the least, which centers the pair of dark, somber brows lying on either side of it. His eyebrows are rather straight across his brow until a slight curvature towards the ends tapers them off in way that adds an extra layer of charm to his overall countenance. His cheeks are high, but not exotically so, drawing out smoothness in his face when most would expect sharp angles. With a chin that is square and firm rather than bold and sharp, some are left believing that Rein is more handsome looking rather than aristocratic... Until their gazes meets his. Any thought of normal beauty is left in the shadows as his pair of pellucid, resplendent amber eyes stare down into any returning gaze. Like that of honey, his eyes are warm and glistening, somewhat translucent and thick with different shades of warm yellows, hinted with shades like gold dust glowing amid darker tidbits of earth. Surrounding these summery irises are thin, long lashes that offer pleasant secrecy rather than sultry undertones to his mien. There's sweetness about the shape of his eyes, and a straightforward candidness to the heavy lidded roundness of them.
Surprisingly, there is one other feature about this eminence grise of the immortal world that is beyond being missed. Feathery, sun-stroked tresses float about Rein's keen, amiable features from dawn till dusk, seemingly illuminated with a bit of golden light within each individual strand. From copper to russet, from amber to corn silk, every array of yellow and brown lays atop Konstantine's head. His hair is fashioned in such a way that he somewhat resembles a lion. With a tawny mane billowing about the nape of his neck, hiding his sensitive ears and lingering over his dark, expressive brows, there's no doubt that Rein has a very cat-like quality to him. This is especially notable while he is lazing about or resting, with his hair spread out about him or the ends flipping about into his face. The front parts at the center of his forehead, lifting up somewhat thanks to the volume of his hair to settle in a neat curve towards the back of his jaw, sufficiently covering his ears. The rest of his hair is cut in a heavy pattern that lengthens towards the back and thins towards the front: however, his hair is naturally wavy at the ends, and so there's no telling what tendrils are shoulder-length and which are supposed to be around his jaw line. Rein, on occasion, tries to make an effort to restrain his silky, healthy mane of hair by slicking it back with water and a firm hand with a comb, but even then there's a bit of unruliness to be found in his hairstyle. |
Graced And Cursed: | Rein's very name signifies what sort of person he is once each individual title is translated to its original meaning:
Lemminkäinen, his official title as the God of Healing, is said to have originated from the Finnish myth name of a hero of the Kalevala, a sorcerer or magician said to be able to "sing the sand into pearls." The meaning of the name is unknown but it is probably related to the name Lempi, meaning "love.
> Konstantine, originally thought to have been Konstantinos a thousand years ago, is Rein's first name and it literally translates to one very significant word: "steadfast."
>> Erraman, the Basque form of the English name Raymond, translates to "wise protector."
>>> Aiolos is the original Greek form of the name Aeolos, which means "nimble, or quick-moving."
>>>> Reinhard, the name from which Rein derived his nickname, is the German name derived from Reginhard, meaning "wise and strong."
>>>>> Charalampos means "shining happiness." Rein's last name is a Greek name composed of the elements chara "happiness", and lampo "shining."
>>>>>> And, finally, the title by which Rein is addressed as during more 'somber' occasions, Lord Paion. Paion is the variant of the Greek name Paeon, and it simply means exactly what Rein is, "healer."
Truth be told, Rein cannot actually turn sand into pearls by merely humming a tune. However, beyond the literal translation lies a deeper meaning as to the sort of person Rein is. Rein emits lightheartedness not uncommon to that of a gentle soul, filled with warmth and luminescence often described as a 'saving grace' when discovered among individuals with some undesirable shortcomings. Albeit for Rein, his compassion for others is anything but a saving grace, but simply a natural occurrence of having been born with a good heart, a pure mind and a forgiving soul. He believes that there are many aspects of healing that most people aren't aware of, which others often consider the reason behind why Rein was endowed with such extensive powers despite being such a simple God. While many other godly beings choose to think that Rein wastes his powers by holding to the saying that "if one can heal, and chooses to heal, then the healing shall mend beyond possibility and reason...” Rein holds to his own ideals. If he can save another, he shall try to his fullest extent and capability to do so. If a disease has wracked havoc upon a nation of chaos, why shouldn't he become the guiding light among a world of darkness? Decisions, both large and small, will be wisely made if done by this compassionate man. His long years have taught him how to hold onto every last thread of hope in the darkest of hours and to hold others with him until the worst has passed. Taking responsibility is not a role he is uncomfortable with and often does so without batting an eye.
As a person, Rein is the sort of fellow that attracts attention without meaning to. His overwhelming good looks are partly to blame, but his chivalry and infectious smiles are just as well. Being open-minded as well as inventive, Rein has no problem falling into the role of storyteller or modest observer. Like a balm on a particularly itchy wound, this lion-haired God is often considered the peacemaker of the immortal world. His ability to settle scores, sooth frazzled nerves and end unnecessary hot friction between enemies is renown throughout the land and immortal kingdom; of which is one reason why so many people trust him with their secrets, their desires, and even their very lives. Something about his calm tenderness and warm, yet cool, eyes speak of an honest man rather than a snobbish god who thinks only of himself and his status among his fellow deities. There's a trustworthiness to the way he speaks honestly and frankly without beating around the bush; being able to chat amiably among others also reassures those uncertain of what a God is like that he is a friendly individual as well as a welcomed source of comfort. In fact, Rein often chats a bit too much: more knowing deities who've grown used to this oddball habit calls him a dreamer, or even a philosopher, as he tends to think aloud and go off on a tangent about nothing in particular.
Rein in noticeably quick to react in any given situation. So long as the circumstances call for it, his good-natured ways will be set aside for a God with a firm hand and steely patience. Being able to get things done and see that things are done correctly is part of being a healer: people's lives can be wasted and lost under a careless eye or unsteady hand. Knowing how to pace himself and when more force is necessary could have made him a candidate for a god of wisdom rather than healing, but Rein was always too free-thinking and chatty for such a rigorous position. He could have been a god of battle, or so a person would think after witnessing his way with weapons and the art of hand-to-hand combat. His physical strength is something he relies on and trains in order to insure that his body will be able to withstand the comebacks of having to use an enormous amount of energy at any given time. Meditation is second nature to him, and he does it whenever he feels that he needs to separate his feelings over a difficult situation or if facing a large dilemma. Keeping his mind clear of more humanistic irritabilities, such as impatience, close-mindedness and shallowness is a standard goal he sets for himself while meditating. The mind and body and soul must all be aligned for any decision to be made fairly and accurately: healing follows the same rule. If his mind is uncertain and his body willing and his soul undecided, then the healing will be shabby and likely inflict further harm on the patient. His powers, as well, make meditation necessary on a daily basis: the truth to wielding a great power is being able to preserve goodness of mind and set limitations in order to handle it.
One last bit about Rein, although there is certainly much more to him than words can emphasize, would be that he's a very romantic man. Having lived for so very, very long, he has come to terms with the loneliness of being an immortal and lives alone under a calm sort of acceptance that love may or may not be in his future. Even having acknowledged that he has already lost out on one chance at true love, Rein happily enjoys what life has to offer, be it the sound of a creek trickling outside his bedroom window or the soft touch of a willing woman. He's not shy when it comes to entertaining the opposite sex, day or night, but he's anything but a flirt out to capture the sweetest prize of the hour. He respects women as he would respect any worthy man, and sees them as his equal so long as they respect him in return. He does not waste his time pitying those that have lost respect in themselves: instead, he seeks to restore that loss of self-respect by presenting himself as a friend, a companion, a healer, a lover, a brother or father. Children are joyous creatures that fascinate Rein with their chaste expressions and earnest beliefs. Nature and all its aspects are something he also takes joy in, and cares for. The earth is like a living, breathing person to Rein, as it is from the earth that he first found a hand for growing, healing and nourishing. His power, as well as his resolute standing that there is a purpose for every living thing, originates from the warm, brown earth and the luscious green things and the sparkling waters that surrounded him as a youth, alone in the world. |
It Was Written Long Ago: | Nearly sixteen hundred years ago, a child came to be in a world of gods and magical creatures. A single child, of unknown origins and parentage. No one, at the time, would have believed that such an insignificant scrape of life would be able to amount to anything, wandering around in the wilderness as he did. For nearly fifteen odd years he wandered, absolutely certain there was no such being quite like him in the world. Frolicking among the wild creatures of the natural world was not an uncommon game for him, this nameless child, who took to scavenging food as he saw the squirrels and birds did, finding a safe haven from the weather and danger as he noticed the fox did, not to mention he discovered that he could wear the pelts he came to have after discovering the ways of hunting, as he thought the snake wore their skin and shed it when too hot. Such a curious child, observant and unable to emit a spoken word, found his place in the world as an animal would and took to keeping a territory as if he were a lone wolf. During those first fifteen years, however, he noticed that many creatures set about in packs, groups, herds and flocks; however, he had never laid eyes upon anything quite like himself, with hardly any hair but what was atop his head and able to craft things with his nimble hands.
As irony would have it, it would be the moon after his sixteenth year of being that he finally discovered he was not alone. It was snowing, and the cold had driven him to seek shelter where he could – he had strayed farther away than normal from his own den. Stumbling across a cave set high up in the cliffs after followed an old trail usually taken by wild mountain goats, the boy gratefully entered it if only to escape the cold clutches of an oncoming winter storm. With the wind screeching at his back and stealing his keen sense of hearing, it was obvious that he would be startled, frightened and astounded to find several large things burrowed under a pile of pelts near a smoldering fire. Upon further investigation, the wild-eyed boy would make a fateful mistake by stepping on a burning ember, crying out, instantly alerting those that had been sleeping beneath the pelts. It would so happen that the four men and three women that slept in the cave were nomads, kin of a clan of gypsies that lived a five day trek away from where they had taken shelter that night. Having discovered that the strange boy - wearing nothing but a scrape of dried skin around his waist and a crudely fashioned cloak around his shoulders - could not speak their language, they decided to take him with them to their home...
...Twenty years later, Konstantinos Erraman could be found stringing a beautifully carved kantele. The music it made had drawn a number of the forest creatures Konstantinos used to live among near to wonder at its beauty, for the kantele was an instrument that made distinctive and beautiful bell-like sounds. Besides him, seated on a patch of mossy ground with her red and violet skirts curled around her knees, was a young woman playing softly on a piccolo, her normally clumsy fingers moving with an unmatched grace across the top of the piccolo's surface. Together, with a group from the gypsy caravan looking on from afar, they played until the sun turned the sky an indigo and the air became cool and velvet. The last song faded, and then they rose, leaving the clearing silently to join the other gypsies who waited for them around a large bonfire. Then, the celebration began.
Konstantinos had been adopted into the Erraman clan long ago, and it was on that fateful night that he would truly belong to the gypsy family: he was to be wed to the young woman that had played with him in the forest clearing. Her name was Ameriya, and as the youngest daughter of the Aiolos family and the only female who had yet to promise herself to a man, it was considered her duty to be wed next. Of course, it would just so happen that Ameriya was somewhat of an oddity in her family, since the men and women of the Aiolos name were usually renowned for being fleet of foot and coordinated of hand and balance. Ameriya, however, had been born clumsy. The only time she wasn’t tripping during a hike through the words or breaking the weave of a woven basket was when she was playing music or dancing. One would consider it bizarre that such an uncoordinated person would find that they were talented at anything, let alone in two areas that required an extensive amount of grace and control. Perhaps it was because of Ameriya’s strangeness and musicality that Konstantinos became captivated by her.
The tale that describes how their arranged marriage came to be is a long one, which involves two whole years of an outsider’s earnest intrigue in an apparently very indifferent and stubborn female. Konstantinos first found himself being drawn to Ameriya on the day she turned sixteen – the day when she would be considered a woman among the gypsy women. On this day, Ameriya was to present herself to the clan in ceremonial robes and dance and play before the entire clan. It was to be discovered that very morning that Ameriya had disappeared during the night and left no trace of herself or her whereabouts. Search groups were organized, but it would just so happen that one of the women had gone into an early labor: the search parties were sent off to find a medicine practitioner instead. Konstantinos, meanwhile, had made the decision to go find the missing girl. He searched for hours, with the sun rising overhead and beginning to set before he finally discovered her. It was the sound of her piccolo that drew him to her, and it was the serene expression on her face that stilled him from interrupting her. It was during those soft minutes before the sun finally set that Konstantinos fell in love.
Ameriya, however, was quite uninterested in Konstantinos affections for her. She was young, stubborn, and naturally self-conscious of her clumsiness. It would take two entire years before Ameriya realized that she was also in love with the exotic and strange adopted clan-member. During those two years, Konstantinos was to be the victim of her naïve indifference and obduracy, as each try to woo and intrigue her failed. It could be said that the desperate, love-stricken immortal tried everything he could think of to catch her attention: ever since the day he brought her back she seemed determined to show that she didn’t care for him or his feelings for her. Still, she would find herself secretly amazed by his persistence and creativity: he followed her to fetch water and would show her herbs along its banks that would make the water sweeter and more refreshing. He would braid colorful blooms into her pony’s mane and tail on the days they were to begin moving camp again. He would play with her younger brothers and cousins when she was busy with chores, tickling them senseless and telling stories of their brave parents while she watched on silently from beneath a shady tree. He would bring her a sweet-tasting medicinal tea when she was feeling ill despite her indifference, and then he would sit with her and tell her about the sort of herbs he used, what silly thing one of the young boys had done, how his own adoptive father had taken his youngest son out on his first hunt, how the birds were getting ready to migrate south for the winter season…
It would be a war that would take Ameriya and his family from Konstantinos. The country that the gypsies lived in had fallen into conflict with a neighboring country during the last five years, and it would be ten months after Konstantinos and Ameriya were wed that the affects of war would reach the gypsies. During one of the few times that Konstantinos left the clan to gather herbs and spices the clan was caught in an attack: a large group of soldiers from the neighboring country had made it past the border with an order to kill whoever saw them on their way to the capital. One of the Erraman hunting parties had spotted them from afar; without thinking, they made their way back to the caravan, hoping to move everyone before the soldiers found them. A scout for the group of soldiers had followed them: it would be that scout that led the soldiers to the frantic gypsies. As the moon began to rise in the sky, Konstantinos returned to the camping grounds of his gypsy family, only to discover it had gone up in flames. Bodies littered the area, bodies with faces Konstantinos knew and held dearly. Everywhere he looked there were dead, some burned, some missing limbs, some simply speared through the back with arrows and swords. It was when the moon was high in the sky that he finally found Ameriya. Four months pregnant and still clumsy as ever, Ameriya had died shielding her father’s body, Konstantinos’ father’s body close by, apparently cut down trying to protect the ones Konstantinos loved.
Konstantinos would spend nearly a week burying the Erraman clan.
He would spend ten years traveling aimlessly, wrought with despair over the death of his wife and his unborn child.
It would be nearly seven hundred years before he would be approached by the Sun God and entitled as the God of Healing. The reasons behind his appointment are simply: since that fateful, tragic day, Konstantinos had made it his duty, his passion and his reason for existence to help those in need. He studied medicine in countless countries, spoke with healing gurus’ of each passing century and learned numerous means of defending those that could not defend themselves. He became a figure of hope and trust; his name changed form for different cultures and societies, but it was known by all that he was a healer, an immortal, and a symbol… but, most of all, he was considered a god even before he discovered that, in truth, he actually was one. Still, to this day, Rein carries the names of the first family he had ever known and the first love he had ever cherished. |
Praise These: | Comfort, people, soft beds, brisk mornings, cuddling, swimming or running, fresh fruit, laughing, cats, physical connection, friendly conversation, crystals, relics and antique weapons, alluring scents, meditation, fitness of body and mind, dreams, starlight, musical instruments, moonlight among the clouds, thunderstorms and snow fall, soft flesh, dancing, wine, the ocean, good health, children, herbs, visiting old patients. |
Banish These: | Unjust death, lack of mercy, cynicism, sadism, battlefields, blackmail, screams of terror, being overwrought with tension, dry summers, blood lust, helplessness, unable to cure the sick, diseases, moonless nights, graves, isolation, deserts, open water, chill - being cold, hangovers, malice, intentional destruction, chaos. |
Ever Do I Grow In Power: | Rein, the God of Healing. His powers are expansive, and often whispered about in jealous tones. Truth be told, there are many aspects to Rein’s powers; however, this power he has is split into three different forms based on what sort of healing he wishes to instill: spiritual, physical or emotional.
The first of his powers is the easiest to understand, and certainly the showiest of them all. Considering the fact he is a healer, it’s only natural that his power should delve into the manipulation of vegetation, earth and minerals. Rein can influence, shape and control any plant life he can sense within a certain – and unknown – radius. When in immediate danger, he can fashion his weapon of choice into any form; if broken, however, there is nothing he can do with it. Trees and shrubs and trailing vines all seem to reach towards him as he passes, as if he were a miniature sun: herbs thrive under his patient hand and flowers grow radiantly at his fingertips. This part of Rein’s power is one he uses as sparingly as possible seeing as he believes every living thing should be given a chance on its own before interference. Still, that doesn’t stop other Goddesses and Gods from calling upon him to assist them with their gardens and bouquets. Rein will oblige to an extent, but he likes to just let things be all the same. This may be because he isn’t what could be considered a ‘boastful’ or ‘showy’ God.
The second part of Rein’s power is the one most are aware of him having: his power of healing. Rein’s earlier years provided him with an extensive array of techniques for natural healing, without his power’s assistance, but some injuries, diseases and situations call for a helping hand. Using his store of energy – produced through centuries of meditation and careful practice – Rein can restore a body to its rightful state. A severed leg can be reattached if he so willed; a disease can be ‘burned’ out of an individual or an entire village; Rein can stop blindness from progressing and bring strength to a small child’s weakened lungs; he can help a man into a deep sleep while he works on stitching up a wound. However, this power of his will take a toll on him over time, as the amount of concentration and care healing takes is beyond the imaginations of any mortal. The only thing Rein cannot do, however, is bring a person back from the dead. If there is any chance that the person has not completely died, then he will try his hardest to restart the person’s heart or stir a breath on their lips: unfortunately, Rein can severely weaken himself by doing so… Not that Rein has ever complained.
Last, but definitely not the least, would be Rein's final and ultimate power. As one would naturally think that a 'final and ultimate' power would be something grand, flamboyant and tangible enough to notice within moments, it would surprise many to find out that his last power cannot be seen or sensed by anyone. Other than, perhaps, a clairvoyant, spiritualist or empath. During the height of an extreme situation or during the middle of sleep/meditation, Rein can loosen his 'soul' from his body and enter the mind of others. If that person is asleep, he will be considered a dream figure. If that person is conscious, he will be 'known' as a voice in their mind, a feeling in their chest and a flash of images behind their eyes. The purpose of this power is to heal what cannot be seen or touched physically: Rein, being the ultimate healer, can help a person mend their spirits. Simply said, this power is as dangerous as it is wonderful: some people would think Rein can erase their heartbreak on a whim or make them feel more confident in themselves. This, however, is a mistake and a complete lie. In order to heal that person, Rein must persuade them into trusting him, and it is only when trust is accomplished that the final step to healing can be taken. He cannot 'erase' pain, nor can he make a person 'forget' bashfulness. He can help them overcome their own internal dilemma's, be it through idle conversation within that person's mind or reminding them of better, happier memories while they sleep. It's a complicated power and an even more complex process. Very few people find it easy to let someone invade their mind as Rein can, and it is because of this lack of trust that Rein has such a difficult time helping them. In a person's mind, there are many secrets: the mind is a person's most sacred place, where privacy is a given. To invade the mind is like pressing a hand on someone's throat: without trust, Rein could very well inflict more harm on that person's psyche than what had been there before.
Of course, this power has it's uses, such as simple communication, but that's only possible through, once again, trust. Only those who are close to Rein will be connected to him enough for him to speak to them without hesitation or worry. Rein greatly dislikes forcing his spirit's presence on another, and will only attempt such a thing if the situation is dire. He considers anything otherwise an act of abuse with the power he was given. |
Weapons Of Truth: | Unlike Rein's powers, which are complex and numerous, his choice of weapon is anything but so. Rein wields a staff. A mahogany staff with bronze caps, rather weighty and long, but useful in almost any form of combat. On the bronze caps are intricate carvings; as to what they mean is known to no one but Rein himself. Still, it's a rare day when Rein is found with anything but the seemingly harmless staff in his hands. As many would think he cannot wield anything else - being a deity of healing and a peacemaker all around - it would seem that anyone using a sword or an bow or a dagger would have the upperhand. That's where most people find themselves in a sticky predicament: Rein, after living for so long, had taken up defending those that can not defend themselves, and to do so he had to learn a variety of weapons and their techniques. Knowing how an enemy will use his sword or how to predict the next blow in a pattern of swings from a pike makes Rein into an awesome defensive fighter, but also a merciful one. He knows the points of the body that can render an enemy harmless by applying pressure upon it: therefore, Rein has never seen a reason for a weapon capable of harming, or worse, killing, his opponent. |
Things Unknown: | [For information about the actual myth of Lemminkäinen; and for the Finnish work, Kalevala, from which Lemminkäinen is featured.]
Rein has a cat. This cat, however, is not just any cat, as this cat is an immortal himself. Nikeisha, meaning "cinnamon tree", is the God of Cats, or domestic felines. Being only several thousand years old, Nikeisha is just as much an adviser as he is a companion of Rein, who likes to spout philosophy and advice while having his tummy rubbed a friendly hand. He's colored like the spice cinnamon, and often lazes in trees: hence his name, although the cat God tends to think that he should have a more appropriate name, as his cousin Bast often makes remarks about. |
Song Of The Heavens: | Bad Religion - Infected ;
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