Thorn

Much has been said about the God known as Thorn. The God of family, of lovers, of hearts and blood, of bonds, of witchcraft and witches, of feasting and pain. The dual God, the embodiment of bleeding magics, the harbinger of the new age (or the end, depending on who you ask), the one ascended. The only God we truly know anything about, and even then, we do not know much.
Some believe that Thorn was once a human, or two humans, and that they transcended to Godhood somehow. Some believe that they have always been here, and that we only began to witness them once the time was right and the Age of Witchcraft began to rise. From those who believe the first theory, I have heard some insist that Thorn is what remains of two legendary pirates from the Third Golden Age of Piracy. There is no way to confirm this, and it does sound foolish, but after I encountered Thorn myself...well, I cannot help but add myself to this camp. It is true that the God may have been fooling me, but I doubt this.
The strangest thing about Thorn, if you ever have the chance to lay eyes on them, is how human they appear to be. Their inhumanity feels all the more strange for it. They are shaped like us, they speak like us, they seem to understand us in a way no witch who has delved deep enough into witchcraft has ever experienced from any other God. And yet, their twin hearts beat in sync in their chest, visible as they glow with unearthly light through their flesh. Or whatever it is Gods have instead of flesh. They have tattoos. They speak as if they truly are ancient pirates. The ship they sail on is made of nothing at all. Ghosts move over its deck, seeming so alive until you touch their ice-cold skin.
This God frightens me.
When I first encountered Thorn, I was adrift. My lifepod had been knocked off course and there was no chance for me to survive. A ship appeared from nowhere, answering my whispered prayers. I had prayed to Thorn in the past, but this...I had not expected such a direct rescue. I was pulled aboard the ship and I met them. Gods, their eyes. Mismatched and so old.
They spoke strangely. Referring to themself as "we" or "us" and this led me to ask them. Had they been two people once? Had they once been human? Had they once been witches?
Their words, "We were never truly separate. It just took us a long time to become One. As for the other questions...some things are more fun as a mystery. Anyway, we're not always One. Watch."
And then they split into two people. One a woman, the other a man. Their tattoos divided between them, the markings on their chests transforming. I could not read it clearly through the light shining from their hearts, but I thought I saw their names. Human names. Names of those famous pirates. I was too afraid to ask.
The ghosts laughed at my reaction to this, the male half of Thorn shook his head and the female laughed along. I asked why they had saved me. They told me that I was meant to live for another twenty-two years. Through their words, I saw a vision. I know now how and when I will die. I know it cannot be avoided. This awareness has not left me in the three years since this moment, and I doubt it ever will. I do not know if this was cruelty or if it is an unavoidable part of speaking to such a God.
I blinked and they were One again. They waved a hand, the air shimmering around it, and in the next moment, I was onboard the ship, before the crash. This time, I knew where the debris would be coming from. This time, we survived.
-Account of meeting the God known as Thorn from Anonymous.

Divine Classification

God

Pronouns

They/Them

Eyes

One grey, one hazel

Hair

Long and black, half tied up

Skin Tone/Pigmentation

Pale, marked with tattoos, light seems to shine from within