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      GENERAL Name: Iri’naurai (her common god name); Rauhakehia (her name before she became a god; still sometimes favoured by those from more northern latitudes) Gender: Female Age: 800+ Height: 5'7" Weight: ~ Build: Ethereal, wispy, lithe Skin Tone: Somewhere between sky and water blue; diaphanous; breezy; touched with faint aquatic luster and refractory effect Eye Color: See skin Hair Color: See skin      APPEARANCE Iri’naurai’s appearance is best likened to that of a wind spirit or wind nymph. She has a lithe female figure of somewhat inconstant and indefinite form, with long hair that seems to drift, and is wrapped

GENERAL Name: Melbi Soru Gender: Female Age: 500+ Height: 5'9 Weight: 220 lbs. Build: Swimmer's build; light and toned. Skin Tone: A blue-green/turquoise color Eye Color: Greed, bird-like Hair Color: n/a APPEARANCE Melbi's godlike form resembles a harpy, with shimmering, large wings where her hands used to be, and her toes replaces by large, limber, talons. She enjoys flying anywhere she goes, and generally only lands to rest her wings- even should she end up talking to someone, she'd rather just fly small circles around them while conversing rather than landing. PERSONALITY Melbi is a laughing, free-wheeling sort who's primary goal is t

GENERAL Name: Konago Gender: Male Age: 700+ Height: 8'7" Weight: 440 lbs. Build: Squamous Skin Tone: Sandy, covered in tough scales Eye Color: Serpentine Hair Color: n/a APPEARANCE Konago's ascension to godhood has made him more reptile than man. Though relatively human-shaped, he bears a lizard-like appearance and tends to sprint after victims on all fours, rising onto his hind legs only to parley or to intimidate others with his full height. PERSONALITY Ravenous, greedy, remorseless, and slightly schizophrenic. He considers his reptilian body his true form, with no regard to ever being human in the past. He will steal whatever you have

It was after midnight. The air was clear and heavy and thick with stars. The shimmering heat gave the darkness an unusual depth, as if the stars were trinkets glinting from the bottom of an inky sea, and the moon floating lazily on its surface. Ynaru stood at the rail, eyes half-lidded, half-dreaming. It was too hot to sleep; instead, she fell into a simple reverie, becoming one with the surging winds, the gentle heave and sway of the floor beneath her feet, the rhythmic groan of the great vessel as it plodded its way, the punctuated crashing from far below the rail. By her mystical musing, the oceans rolled and bucked both above and below,