Name:
Sotha'Sil Delos
Gender:
Male
Age:
Probably 5000?
Race:
Divine Demon
Height:
6ft
Interests:
Gardening
Animal Husbandry
Work
Chores
Cleaning
Cooking
Music
Weapons:
Staff of Kynthos
A staff made from a branch of the tree his father was born under, and a stone taken from the heart of Mount Kynthos, the staff is rooted into the natural world and as such, possess powers relative to nature and its progeny. Like all weapons of the Forge God Hephestus, its durability is without peer.
Music Box
A gift from his father and designed by Hecate, this simple adornment around his neck can play a jovial tune...however, it merely serves as a convenient function for its primary ability- summoning musical instruments for his personal use. To others, this would be a useless ability, but for one who specializes in song magic, it channels his abilities through an appropriate intermediary.
Weakness/es:
Healing Immune
Due to his nature as a creature of the Ten Hells and child of the Twelve Olympians, healing magic and items, except for natural remedies or the strongest and most ancient such as Ambrosia or Archdemon Blood, does not work on him.
Divinity Interference
As his powers are directly connected to the Natural Cycle of Life, the current state of the world compared to that from his own time means his abilities are VASTLY more limited, the farther away he is from the natural world. Thus, he needs to often be in a location directly connected to the natural world to either heal or regenerate his energy, like a natural hot spring, a forest glade, or even the ocean.
Nature’s Agony
Due to his connection to the natural world and humanities exploitation of it, he is plagued by constant migraines and headaches, aches and pains that while they do not cause lasting damage, are debilitating and often crippling in their extreme.
Powers:
Transformation (Partially Active)
As a Divine of Olympus, he is able to communicate, control, and change into all the creatures of the animal kingdom at will, though this can be taxing for more ‘complex’ creatures.
Song Magic
Mystical bards are capable of using mystical abilities and fusing them with musical prowess to create spells that can either heal, curse or destroy enemies with an arsenal of multiple different effects. As the child of the God of Music, he inherits this discipline.
Nature Manifestation (Partially Active)
Sothasil is connected directly to the natural world and thus can communicate, influence, manipulate and control nature: all living beings and plants and natural phenomena, such as the weather and geology of the Earth, and the matter and energy of which all these things are composed. They can survive in any natural environment on earth.
Disease Manipulation (Inactive)
As the child of Astaroth, he can create, manipulate, shape, transform, cause/heal, etc. all forms of diseases, including their severity, contagiousness, methods of spreading, etc. They can control the organisms that spread diseases, including germs, bacteria, virus or other pathogens on a cellular level, including bacteriophages, microorganisms (microscopic organisms), retroviruses, cells that abnormally grow to make cancerous tumors and cysts, and pathogens that produce genetic mutations.
Background:
The vast majority of the Ten Hells are an inhospitable, desolate land, with belching volcanoes, hostile fauna, and lava oceans. The lands that could support the vast majority of the demonic population were controlled by the ancient families of the Clavicula Salomonis Regis- The 72 Demon Clans. Though many had emerged from the reign of Dead-King Ashmedai, others were from the fallen cohorts and supporters of the Seven Lords of Hell. One such clan, however, held a distinction among them, for being known as both natural force, and chaotic abomination.
The Loyalist Sect of Clan Astaroth.
Duke Astaroth was among the many of the First Generation Demons, crafted by the Primordial Demon king Ashmedai, to swear loyalty to the Princes, and serves among the first hierarchy, answering directly to Beelzebub and Lucifer, as they remain frozen in their thrones by Holy Dragon Cocytus. His creation, though, was one of unmatched confusion- A strange act of benevolence from the Dark Half of the Abrahamic Mythos. Once a former angel in service to Suchlaph, how Astaroth was cast out of the heavenly gates may only be known to him alone, but the newly-made fallen found himself in the domain of the King of Hell.
Ashmedai, a being of befuddling motives, used him as the base template to craft the first generation of demons- though others had been crafted before by his hand, such as the crafty Mephistopheles or the devious Federlin, a majority were little more than somber maniacs, with no care for the Dark King’s plans. With Astaroth, however, he was able to study the method used by his light half to craft a being worthy of the title ‘Demon Lord’. Placing Astaroth in charge of his Plaguelands, a large swamp of pestilence, disease, and rot, with a foul miasma that slew any who walked in without proper protection, Astaroth became a leader in Ashmedai demonic legion, under the name ‘Demon of Decay’. When the Dark King was slain by Morningstar, many urged for Astaroth to take over his position, but for reasons unknown, Astaroth refused.
When the Seven Princes came to power and put an end to the warlords vying for the Dead King’s position, Astaroth, along with Bael, Naberius, and Phenex, were among the few who swore fealty. Taking a wife from one of the fallen legions, he, along with the newly created Demon Malbogia, solidified their position as the wealthiest among the Demon Clans outside of Mammon’s level.
But we’re not here to talk about ancient history, are we?
Sotha Sil was born of the Noble Child Lexaminia, who on a rare excursion to the mortal plane fell for the charms of the God of the Sun, Apollo. Though the child was loved as any other, Astaroth and Almalexia found that Sotha Sil had shared the abilities of his divine father, and thus with a sore head and heavy heart, his existence was revealed to the Greek Pantheon. Overjoyed at having a foothold in the Abrahamic Pantheon, Zeus negotiated a Persephone-Deal with Astaroth, so that the divine demon would receive training from his holy father.
Sotha Sil quickly found that he was readily welcomed in the Greek Sphere, but not out of respect- his ability to discern damage to the natural world and when humans or gods meddled in affairs that put it at risk made him a clear choice to fix the messes the other gods left behind. His exposure to the senseless debauchery and vengeful foolishness of the Pantheon left him reserved and withdrawn from romantic pursuits.
Reverence was rare, and rarer still was respected, for as Sotha Sil was able to nurture nature and aid the plants in bloom, he was also the bringer of pestilence and the scale upon which growth and decay was balanced. Where one city might be blessed with great harvests and fertile fields, another would be ransacked by blight, whereas a third would be brought to ruin by a plague. It was this ruin that eased the strain on the beings living in the world, lightened the load of the divine blessing needed to be granted by the Olympians, and strengthened the human race through repopulation.
It was odd, he found, that he felt more at home in the Plaguelands of Hell, than in the land of philosophers, democracy, and prosperity.
During the Trojan War, however, things took a turn for the worst- The Gods had interfered in the affairs of mortals before, much to Sotha’s chagrin, but never on the scale he saw now. The amount of death, destruction, and chaos set about sent shock-waves of pain throughout his body, and when he went down to repair the damage, he was struck down by the murderous soldiers of Odysseus. Though divine in origin, the combined damage to the natural order and his physical form meant that his body would have to regenerate to repair the damage.
This infuriated the Abrahamic Pantheon and led to hostilities between the two later down the line.
For years, he resided in a crypt of wood and stone, regenerating his lost divine energy and power, however, he was discovered by Althea Corp early on in the 20th century. Upon discovery, he was brought in and imprisoned while still comatose, and for almost half a century, he was poked and prodded at by the misguided fools seeking his strength and power to save their own dying world. A year ago finally, he awoke, in an unfamiliar land, an unfamiliar place, and with individuals treating him like a science project. When he attempted to break free, he found his powers had been crippled, his body wracked with pain at the damage done to the natural world.
His main goal now was simple- he needed to get out of here, get home, and figure out what's happened. These other individuals he is trapped with may be useful in that endeavor, though he’s kept tight-lipped about his origin- those present only know him as a Servant of the Natural Order, everything else would be revealed in time.
Name:
Syndarion the Singer
Gender:
Male
Height:
9ft
Being:
Nature's Wrath (Proclamation)
Weapons:
Dragon's Thorn
From Grief, Fury- The blood-spattered vines and roots from when Ladon, child of Echidna and Typhon, was struck down by the blood-lusting Heracles during his labors, these thorny branches coil around Syndarion's body to produce fruit and other such luxuries, such as the Golden Apples, for him, but when threatened by the greedy hands of mortals, the thorns and broken edges rip and rend flesh, pulling apart viscera and using the blood of the betrayers to feed its aching roots, all the while Syndarion looks on with a smile, morbidly entertained and sanguine by the slaughter of these lesser animals.
Nymph's Kiss
Sacrifice equals redemption- The only weapon of war Sotha Sil ever wielded in life, this bow was in his hand as he aimed to end the strife caused by the Trojan Wars, but when he was falsely mistaken for a Soldier of Troy, it was the last thing he saw as he was hacked down. His rage, his anger, and the injustice done upon him soaked into the bow as only a Demon's blood should, twisting it from the simple weapon made by Hephestus into one worthy of Satan's Armory- It produces arrows on its own, and though its barbs are poisonous and painful, Syndarion prefers to use it to turn those it strikes into trees, flowers, and plantlife- their faces contorting in agony while they repay with their lives the natural world they cut down.
Lute of the Singer
One of the weapons of Odysseus's men, a tawdry bard known as 'The Singer', it was jesterly modified with be equipped with a blade, making it semi-useful as a weapon. Though Sotha'Sil found it slightly insulting of the craft, Syndarion found it hilarious later down the line, and marveled as the weapon. Taking on The Singer's title and weapon, he modified it with arcane knowledge to be empowered like the bardic tools of old, suitable for that of the Son of the Music God.
Weaknesses:
Arrogance
Convinced of his own superiority over that of mortals, as heir to the legacy of the Infernal and the divine, Syndarion will often not take his opponents seriously, treating them with little deference and thus, is often taken by surprise when they manage to upstage him, though even upon being bested, he will assume luck had a play rather than them being an actual threat or of worth.
Fury of the Wild
Like his counterpart, he feels when nature is disturbed, yet in that state, instead of weakness and pain, he feels fury and rage, going into a frenzy whenever he is nearby the person enacting the crime and aiming to kill the individual involved, often leading him to predictably be lead into a trap by one that knows his connection to the natural world in full.
Hedonism
A being existing purely for his own sake and pleasure, acting only in the defense of others when it comes to the natural world, he lives a decadent life and thoroughly enjoys partying into a drunken stupor, his wanton attitude more reminiscent to that of his Olympian Heritage. If avoidable, he'll often delegate work and tasks to others while finding other means to entertain himself, in the bed of others or a glass of spirits, marking him as lazy and thus
Powers:
Death Touch
An ability that is native to his Infernal bloodline, his presence is enough to induce decay around him, yet manifesting this into a singular point, Syndarion can bring his hand over any item or individual, and with a touch, they'll begin rotting away as if kissed by Thanatos himself. He actively has to suppress his ability whenever not in combat. He must maintain constant physical contact for it to take effect as simply touching them will fade away with time.
Rage of the Sun
Light is seen as the pinnacle of human civilization, an ultimate good that benefits society, yet it was a power that, despite the advent of technology and its progress since then, was ultimately stolen and given to human hands unjustly. For this arrogance, Syndarion reminds humanity its folly by utilizing the light of the sun to devastating effect, not only to heal himself quicker while under its rays or transfer it to another to heal them, but to utilize solar-based magic to incinerate, scorch, and burn away the incompetent mortal race of earth. This ability gives his body an unnatural glow and hints at his divine origin.
Chorus of Carnage
Like his counter-part, he wields song magic to devastating effect, often using it to beguile or bewitch mortals, but unlike his counter part, he'd play it even crueler, often making humans dance themselves to death or uttering notes so high their eyes and ears bleed, all the while they'd be unable to stop dancing and laughing, even while they're dying.
Personality:
Syndarion was born the day Sotha'Sil was cut down by the troops of Odysseus, though he wouldn't be manifested fully until much later- as Sotha'Sil laid dreaming and recovered his life-force after that near fatal blow, Syndarion was originally developed as a coping mechanism to prevent the god from falling into madness, but as his body was picked apart by the misguided fools of humanity, it began soaking up all the negativity that Sotha'Sil felt, his hatred, anger, and vindictiveness. Poisoned by the darkest aspects of nature, Syndarion eventually became a manifestation of Nature's Anger, citing himself akin to an immune response when a body is infected with a virus.
Either the virus kills the body...or the body kills the virus.
Malignant in many aspects, he enjoyed toying with the doctor's and often used his knowledge to drive them to insanity, watching with sardonic glee as they tore themselves apart, before ultimately killing themselves. Unlike his counter-part, he was manipulative, cruel, and uncaring of the suffering around him, except in the regards of nature, though he represents the Chaos of Nature rather than the Natural Order- Living everyday with never a care, taking what he fancied, and not giving a toss to who he harmed in the process. In his mind? Nature was meant to grow unchecked, wild, and savage. He lives as he chooses.
This devil-may-care aspect of his personality however conflicts with his almost brotherly nature towards Sotha'Sil- in his mind, Sotha is far to compassionate and caring, opting to use peace and natural law as a loophole to help and aide others, where Syndarion does not feel that impulse. You couldn't help a baby turtle find the ocean, you couldn't help a bird fly, humanity did not need NOR did it deserve their help. If a few died learning their place in the world, well, that was simply natural selection. Where Sotha'Sil was reactionary, only acting in the defense of nature, Syndarion, at even the most minor slight, will often be proactive in cutting down and ripping apart the humans
Survival of the fittest- you adapt or die.
Outside of his duties, you'd often find him in the background enjoying a debauchery of variety- Despite his loathing for humans, his celebrations allow him to vent in a much more 'controlled' manner, finding mirth in wine or body aplenty, and he can be jovial, even being mistaken as kind or generous, though this exemplifies the worst of his nature- he takes joy in hosting these splendors simply to watch humans destroy themselves in trying to match the feeling again, sinking deeper into debasement, allowing their souls to be dragged to hell. He maintains a sadistic glee in watching humanity dig its own grave, after all, why does he need to punish these fools when they'd be willing to do it for him for such paltry gifts?
To him, its a game, and one he LOVES playing.
Extra:
He has no last namely, simply a title- most call him Syndarion Song.