Balandir Godsheart

From the Asgard mythology.
Balandir was born in the southern beach town of Falas when the Realm was young and Asgard was still taking shape. In his youth, he spent his days making merry, and his evenings making friends, connections, and as a consequence, his influence in the new land.
Asgard had no ruler yet, but every kingdom needs its first king. One night over many flagons of wine with compatriots, the topic arose of what, exactly, was out in The Sunset Sea beyond the sunset. Of the few explorers who had chanced to seek the answer in the first nearly 100 years of creation, none had returned.
But Balandir, being full of drink and youthful confidence, made a bet. If he returned with the answer, and more importantly, proof of what lay beyond the sunset, he would prove his worthiness as king, would it not? By now the entire tavern had agreed, and as they walked through town to the water's edge to stare into the darkness, all who gathered behind them like sand in a current agreed as well.
The one who found the secret of the sunset would become king. And so he supplied his one man boat and set out at daylight and set out westward.
After many days at sea following The Gold Spark through bright, sun drenched days, dark and quiet nights, a notable encounter with a whale, and finally a powerful, charging lightning storm, the clouds began to clear, and Balandir spied land. Pulling his boat onto the beach, he spied movement in the underbrush. The island was inhabited by Catfolk, tall humanoid creatures that stand as men, but look like jaguars, leopards and pumas.
Balandir's eyes lit up when the inhabitants of the Isle of Lagordor told him that their island was gifted to them by their creator on The Golden Isle, where the gold spark comes to rest at night. Some of the Catfolk wished to return to their home island, some wished to stay hidden on their own slice of paradise forever, and some wished to explore more of the world, but alas, these cats had a mighty fear of the big water.
So Balandir made them a bargain. If they would tell him the way to the Golden Isle, he would speak to the creator, find a way to bring some of them home, bring others to the mainland to make their way in the wider world, and never tell anyone of this island upon his return, if they did not. The Catfolk agreed, telling him not only the direction to the Golden Isle and angle of approach, but how to fashion the transluscent shells of the oysters in the rocky shallows into eye shades that would allow him to see the island in the blinding glare of the sunset.
And so he set off north to the shore the Catfolk has spoken of, but when Balandir arrived at the northeastern beach of the Golden Isle and trudged through the jungle to the mountain with a lone tower on it, no one was there. He waited days, each evening watching the gold spark close in from above to rest in the center bay of the island, and then weeks, exploring more of the island and finding beasts too fantastic for his eyes to believe. After months, he decided to take a different tack.
Gods can travel through their own life's timeline, and so Balandir took a comfortable seat in the empty tower and waited. Fast. He zoomed through his own timeline right in that spot until at long last a humanoid form made of sparkling green light appeared in the doorway.
The rather surprised creator was also surprised to hear that some of the Catfolk wanted to return to this place, where Êl tried out new species of daytime flora and especially fauna, finding bountiful homes for them in the wider world when they were able to thrive on their own (those black and white bears, while adorable, never could reproduce effectively).
Êl agreed to bring some of its creations home to the Golden Isle as they wished. For those who wished to explore the mainland, Êl snapped into being a ship large enough to transport many across the big water, and a crew of ocelots who were ready for the big world.
Sailing into Asgard's harbor on the greatest ship the world has ever seen, with a crew of Catfolk as much as seven feet tall, sparkling with flakes of the gold spark that would follow him for the rest of his days, even the Gods were in awe. When his his foot touched the shore, Balandir was the first king of Asgard.
Balandir built the Fortress of Romdis as his seat on Blademount (the future capitol would be built by a future monarch), and ruled rather well, for all the rowdy parties, building the kingdom from a mountainous desert waste into a sparkling jewel amongst the sands. The kingdom mourned when he met his end after little more than 200 years of rule. But the funeral was EPIC.

Alignment

Chaotic Good

Species

Gods

Life

69 AF 316 AF 247 years old

Circumstances of Birth

Born to rather ordinary God parents in the early days of the Realm

Circumstances of Death

Fell off a boat while dancing impressively in his undergarments, with a flagon of wine in his hand and a song on his lips

Birthplace

Town of Falas

Place of Death

The Gilded Sea

Sex

Male

Height

5.5 ft