Syn
Mother Syn (a.k.a. The Great Sun, Radiance, Warmth)
"I had never seen these people before, the one to my right. A tall woman, with a kind smile. Bright Cerulean eyes, with fiery red hair done in a long pleated braid running between her massive wings. The kind you'd see in a dense jungle on the fluttering strides of monarchs. She watched me and smiled. She closed her eyes, and waved her hand at the rest." ~ The moment Ilgor of the Skullbrood Clan first laid eyes on the Goddess of the Sun.
Divine Domains
Inspiration, Fire, Gravity, Camaraderie, War, Heat, Sun and Moon, Faith, Trust. Patron Saint for Warriors and any who would rebel against oppression. Sexuality and fertility. Love (though this is shared with all the gods).
Artifacts
Tenets of Faith
The Old Sun
In days before Namix knew what strife meant, what sacrifice entailed, and all its bitter rewards. The old Faith of the Children of Syn was a much more sublime concept, before the Children understood that they could know the hands that rose the sun from the horizon, cast the heat from the flame, ignited the hearts. Founded before the moment Anlyth, First Son of Syn had reached his hand out through his sun to touch the fingertips of the one who had made him.
The old faith valued the strength of the body; as such, the Faeries were the only species of the Four Divine Children that understood the concept of war. Though the Faeries had a penchant for capture and domination rather than killing. A death in their societies was a nonexistent concept, for like all the Children, they were virtually immortal. An ever-expanding species, endlessly tearing down kingdoms to replace them with their own, as the sun rises in the sky, so too it must set. Such was their mindset, an endless cycle. The strong to build up and grant their grace to those under them, only to be toppled by greater forces to repeat the ritual.
The Faith demanded that the Faeries never be lax, always striving to perfect themselves in their own way. One of which being to see the full potential of their bodies, as well as mastery over the fire in their wings. Holding much more significance to the latter than the former, for the flame was sacred to them. Nearly in every instance, Faeries are always an equal match physically; it depended more on who had the greater control over their pyromancy.
However, honor, camaraderie amongst soldiers, joy to be part of the whole, ruled many of their decisions. The Faeries being a very cohesive society, uncaring of their differences except in matter mentioned above.
The Current Faith
Pragmatism. Trust. Or it should be distrust of anyone who hasn't already proven their worth to The Quartet. During The War of the Shadows, the Old Sun died, their entire concept of society was shattered, they followed their Goddess as their Sun. As such, she chose to become a Goddess of War, and so too did the Faeries follow her as her faithful soldiers.
If the solution was pragmatic or didn't offer the most benefit, they were not interested. If you could not prove your worth to them, you were a threat. A turning of values that Syn herself couldn't stop, though she lamented the shift in her children.
Divine Goals & Aspirations
To breath again
Physical Description
Body Features
The most notable attribute to Syn is her massive wings. Her Wings are heavily scaled mix of Moth & butterfly attributes. Mostly that she has both, however the scales feature a shifting mosaic of vines and fractal shapes that are in constant motion and shifting colors. At the bases of her wings where they meet her skin is the only static feature, which is a plate of liquid fire. Though Liquid being a very loose description, those plates are actually condensed star matter found in the cores of massive suns that burn constantly.
The curves of a grace unknown to this world, for no amount of words could do her beauty justice. Built of strength and resilience had lent her the form of a hard fought warrior, but the elegance of a Queen. Muscles like iron hidden beneath the soft flesh, a power to hold the weight of her Divine domains with an unceasing grip.
Facial Features
Her eyes are almost never completely open as she dislikes the fire that gouts from her eyes if she opens them all the way. Though this wont stop her if she needs to see better. She has a soft childlike face, with pudgy cheeks. Along her crown is a set of antlers not dissimilar to a deer's, though hers do not grow and remain static, her children's grow throughout their entire life without shedding them.
Special abilities
Being of pure Fire, Earth, and gravity. She has supreme control over these aspects of Reality. There is no aspect of these concepts she cannot control, change or reshape. Heat, mass, chemical makeup, density, atomic configuration, she controls them all directly with a level of influence that spans all corners of the universe. A deity that can change aspects of reality retroactively, proactively or statically.
Mental characteristics
Personal history
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Trigger warnings: Sexual Abuse, Captivity, body horror
In her death throes, she was consumed by the Shadow Lust, the sycophant wanting nothing but her and her alone. In the end, as Syn burned away the universe, the Raven cared not. Even as Alyna shattered Namix, the Raven only had eyes for her. Even as she forced Alnya to take her Song, Kyln's Song, Villy's Song, the Raven cared not. Sacrificing herself for the Queen to run, to take as many of the Children as possible, she became the unwilling lover and prisoner inside of Azu. She had bought them enough time, enough time to escape. She would simply have to hope they did as reality began to shatter around them.
She was the second to wake at the sound of Vilorlith's voice. Her Great Song already having spawned the universe, that thing one calls reality catching up to the other gods drifting in the void of nonexistence. Like a wave crashing upon virgin shores with cool gasp, there was light in the dark. Like a small candle but a sun in the dark, she saw her sister for the first time. Smiling, she ignited the heavens with the grace of stars.
She toiled away bringing light, energy, heat, and gravity to the things the other had made. She wished to see the beauty they had built, and sought to create even more for them to bear witness. Until the Alnya had brought order to their creations, she made beauty for the same of it. The finest of details, like a watchmaker to the bench, she wished the universe to be a spectacle to remember in eternity.
Kyln brought forth new concepts that she worked to sanctify. The light glinting off the ocean's surf, a new sunrise on harrowed nights, a vast forest emerald and gold in the setting sun, all gifts of Syn. The touch of a lover in the night, the laughter of a babe, the joy of a challenge conquered, none but Syn's careful hands.
When she knew the other siblings began creating with her ideas in mind, she wanted to share with them even more. Like the others, she birthed her children from the Divinity in her being. Arose then were the Faeries, beautiful, strong, and boisterous. They danced the skies with their wings, crystalline creations of the joy felt in their freedom. They built their kingdoms, they grew strong under her light. Reaching hands toward her without knowing the door they knocked upon.
Their lives flourished, as she watched them as the sun streaked by the world they were building. Smiling as they battled and earned themselves glory, radiant in the afterglow of their own loves. She had graced them with the forms they shared, wishing to see her own vision in them. Champions rose and fell as they settled more of the world she had built for them, never wishing them to see want for any need. Generation after generation pleasing her with the honor they lived by.
Eventually, a King rose, dedicated his life to mastering the fire that burned through his veins, the same fire she had graced all her children with. Kingdom by Kingdom, he treated his adversaries with the respect of a trusted friend, though goaded, tricked, and played, he wouldn't shed the blood of the people he himself had helped build. His faith in the sun and the honor it brought the Faeries eventually turned his eyes toward the greatest fire of them all. The sun they had named Syn, referring to their deity as Warmth.
This King united the world of the faeries under a single banner, his. The Great Sun, loved by his subjects, adversaries turned allies, where once many borders lived, now only a unified whole. His fire burned brighter as a second sun. He turned his eyes to Syn once more. Wishing to know why he had been blessed with all his efforts. Syn smiled in her listless form down on him, joyful that he had conducted his life in a way that pleased her.
He climbed the highest mountains, opened his wings to drink in the light. Kneeling, he reached his hand out toward Syn and bathed his fire in her light. Creating his own sun in his palm, twas here that Syn had answered with words. "Anlyth you need not kneel to me. I demand no supplication, I demand no worship. I am merely pleased to watch my children grow."
Stepping from the light of the Sun, she took the form she bears today, deciding to live among her children as she had seen her sisters and brother do. She loved what they had made, beautiful and radiant. She granted her children a gift, changing their wings from those of what she had made to wings of iridescent infernos. For they had proven to her that they could enjoy the fire she had given them.
Life was peaceful as the Faeries spread out from their home world to the stars beyond, to galaxies beyond distant horizons. Where they met the other Divine Children and their other gods. Quick to welcome them into the fold of worlds, finding excellent battles of the mind, formidable challenges, and a renewed sense of faith. Syn was there to guide them through the unknown. Speaking to them to seek beauty in this world, wherever it may exist.
The height of the Namixian society was a grace they wished to have kept oh so dear, yet the sins of another would return as infections began consuming worlds.
For a more detailed look into what happened during the war:
Spared the fate Kyln held, spared the death Villy had suffered. She was weak, far too weak to strike out again. Living on as a dual personality inside the Shadow, she Tethered herself to her tormentor. Hoping against hope that the Raven would never notice. Only she did.
Syn had to play her part, playing whatever role Azu wished her to be. Slowly, Syn whispered words into the mind of that darkness. The sweet nothings of the lover she feigned, whispering the treasonous intent she had. To turn this Shadow against the others, while she slowly regained her strength as a parasite to her captor. It was eons as Azu hid Syn from the other Shadows as they rebuilt the world. Xelex with his all too knowing eyes, forced Syn's own song onto Azu. Allowing Syn the ability to heal at an even greater rate, she only bided her time.
She watched again as the kingdoms of man rose; she watched through the eyes of her rapist as the Dwarves and Gnomes were forged from the Fae. Watched as they destroyed their world, as the Shadows cursed those tribes. But, seeing among them as time ventured on, that the Shadows only did this in an attempt to find where Alnya had escaped. Fore Syn had given up hope of seeing Villy and Kyln, though knowing like her, they couldn't truly be killed, yet they had suffered fates worse than death in their defeat. She watched as one of those changelings found where she had died.
Watched as Azu hunted him, but she saw her chance. For she knew where she fell, she had to take a risk. She knew what that Fortress hid, a guide to let this errant soul help her. Slipping away from Azu for just a moment to whisper to the Dwarf named Gjorn Fourth king of Dwarves to find the circle where she fell. She knew he had succeeded, only hoping that she didn't just damn the surviving Children and Alnya to the fate she suffered.
Here starts the storyline:
Personality Characteristics
Motivation
To free herself from The Raven, no cost too great to break her chains. Wishing only to tormented no longer.
Relationships
History
The Raven had only ever had eyes for Syn when her fragment was thrown into the dark beyond the bounds of Namix by Vilorlith. When Syn's light found its way into the vessel she had built, she became infatuated with it. Allowing her children to build their societies on the planet's surface. Watching what the beauty had made, only wanting Syn even more for the gifts and grace she showed the world. When the voices of the other Shadows beckoned to her, she obeyed, for she was given the chance to pursue her love finally. Though a creature that lusted after everything beautiful, Azu was not a charming individual in the slightest. Not understanding the fury in Syn's eyes as she slew and had her way with Syn's children, with all the Children. Syn had slew her many times, nearly eradicating her in more than a few instances. That Blade of light caused her true damage, though with each death she rose again. A renewed burning in her body for the woman who continually bested her, only growing in her obsession. Eventually, outright ignoring the orders of Bhal and Xelex for attack targets, hunting only for the Goddess of the Sun. She witnessed Syn's son with a rapturous envy as she watched him grow strong and closer to his mother. She longed for that same closeness, though even he was able to kill her eventually. His Apotheosis only ignited a further lust for his mother. As the war progressed, the Quartet lost ground. Culminating in Vilorlith's fall on The Cradle, and Kyln's soon after. Azu finally got her wish; she became one with Syn. In an act that the world itself recoiled away from, she consumed her obsession. Wanting to keep her forever inside her, she knew the other Shadows would want her destroyed. She hid her sickening love. An arrangement was made by Syn, she'd be whatever Azu wanted her to be, so long as she was allowed to live. Whispering lovely nothings to her as she did as she pleased, pulling on Azu's desires. She became the plaything of her tormentor, unable to tell the Shadow no. This arrangement stands to this day, while Syn has nearly regained her full strength. While Azu remains ignorant that her little submissive toy is a true threat to her.
Relationship Reasoning
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The first shrine built to Syn on the original Faerie home world: Soltuaire. Now nothing more than ruin and a reminder of what was lost.
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Divine Classification
True God
Current Status
"Absent"
Ethnicity
Other Ethnicities/Cultures
Realm
Age
-Unknowable-
Circumstances of Death
Unexpected/unwanted
Spouses
Siblings
Children
Current Residence
"Within another"
Sex
Female
Presentation
Amazonian and very Feminine
Eyes
Half closed, incandescent liquid fire of shifting color, slightly too large for face
Hair
Deep crimson, long and loose hanging braid
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Stark White skin, Wide spread Moth/Butterfly wings
Height
7'1"
Weight
5lbs - ∞
Belief/Deity
Self Believing, She is a Deity
Aligned Organization
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