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Player Name: Tsu
Player LJ: N/A
Contact: AIM - Abunai Youko, Plurk - grinningnightmare
Character Number: One!
Character: The Fierce Deity
Fandom: The Legend of Zelda: Majora’s Mask
Personality: The Deity is a cold, seemingly compassionless beast. He does not waste time with things such as mercy or hesitation if someone chooses to goad him. The world is a place where only the strongest survive, and the Oni is not above putting impudent young whelps in their place if they even think about crossing him. In truth, he is a largely neutral party, having moments of both good and evil. Deep down, he has a good heart, but it has been tempered with centuries of experience. He simply acts to react to his surroundings, acting on instinct and satisfying his own wants and needs as he sees fit, though it was not always this way.
He is a being that chooses to live in solitude, speaking little and avoiding contact with most. Often gruff and bluntly to the point, the Deity does not waste time with speaking kindly and mincing words. If he has something to say, he will say it directly, and does not appreciate trickery and word play. He respects both strength and courage, and is always up for a good brawl. Anything that stimulates his more primal urges is always welcomed; though don’t expect him to go easy on whoever feels brave enough to challenge him. He can easily be swept into a state of bloodlust, fighting for the thrill of battle.
Though the Deity is largely self-serving, he does seem to intervene when it comes to issues of justice. If someone is being mugged by bandits or assaulted by monsters, the Oni will choose to defend them. He wants no thanks or rewards for his acts, however, often shrugging off gratitude and wandering on his way. He will, however, accept gifts of food. His appetite is insatiable, so offering him to ‘eat as much as he’d like’ is not advisable.
Incredibly stubborn, he refuses to be pushed into any sort of decision, and will fight furiously to regain his own independence. The beast holds grudges, and prefers to hold everyone at arm’s length rather than lend them any semblance of trust. Self-sacrificing heroes and demonic forces from the underworld both earn equal amounts of scorn and indifference. He couldn’t care less what they do, so long as they leave him out of it. If he chooses to participate in their petty battles, he will choose when and why.
The last thing of note is the Deity’s ferocious temper. When his ire is fully provoked, he is a ferocious and unstoppable combatant, rending his enemy to shreds with his blade. Fortunately, it takes some work to push him into these full-blown rages. At most, people will be confronted with irritation if they manage to cross the line.
History: http://zelda.wikia.com/wiki/Fierce_Deity
Eons and eons ago, when lesser gods ruled the realms of the land, the Fierce Deity was known as a wanderer. He was a god both revered and feared, but one that kept largely to himself and often did not intervene in the affairs of mortals. The times that he did, he was hailed as both a savior of the people, and a cruel and merciless being to those he fought against. Offerings of food were the ones most well-received, and the Oni was content with life. At least, almost.
The Deity had a mortal enemy whom he’d clashed with many a time-the god of chaos, known as Majora. No one knows how the conflict started, but some say that Majora offended the Oni somehow, and the beast refused to relinquish the grudge. In truth, Majora had begun preying upon the people of the land, delighting in the pain, suffering, and resulting turmoil that their deaths would bring. After a few months of this, the Oni had had enough. He stepped in on behalf of the people-too defenseless to protect themselves against the crazed god-and chose to fight in their place. Their war seemed endless against one another, neither opponent giving ground. The Deity both loved and hated the violence, frustrated with his inability to fell the foul beast once and for all, and at the same time enamored with the fact that there was truly an enemy he could pit his full strength against again and again. A real challenge was what he’d always wanted.
Once, the Deity and Majora fought for three days straight, hacking away at one another until, at last, Majora began to weaken. It was not as powerful as the Fierce Deity, not as strong-but even the Oni could not kill it forever. Instead, he chose to seal the being away within a mask, trapping it forever unless some foolish mortal chose to don the artifact in hopes of using its corrupted power.
Even with this final act, the Oni had used up too much strength to continue existing in the realm of the living. He crafted another mask, his mask, and sealed himself away inside it. Unlike the mask of Majora, this was no prison. There would be a time again when he was needed to destroy the evil, and when that time came, and a hero received his mask... well, the Deity himself would emerge in order to finish the battle that had been started all of those years ago.
In this, the Deity was content. The people would survive for a while, even without his guardian presence. And with those thoughts in mind, the Oni slumbered for centuries...
Timeline: Before sealing his soul into the Fierce Deity’s Mask. (His powers will be extremely weakened.)
Abilities: Possesses extreme strength and endurance, as well as the ability to literally channel his magic through his blade and project energy disks. I also have it in my head canon that he has regenerative properties. Able to heal gouges, gashes, scrapes and scratches, so on and so forth! Nothing like regenerating lost limbs.
Inventory: If allowed, he will have his double-helix blade with him. I’m not sure if it’s made of iron, or more ‘magical’ properties, however. My head canon is that it’s the latter, but if you’d like to remove it entirely, that’s fine with me!
Link to an image of the character: Tada! Note, he’s about eight feet tall here.
Sample writing: His skin felt stretched too tightly across bands of muscle and bone, sporting gashes and tears where the vile thing had lashed out at him in a frenzy. He could still hear those sweet, cackling screams while he choked on the taste of blood, lashing out again and again and again until the body had only twitched and writhed, instead of fighting back. The Deity staggered for a moment, grunting even as he reluctantly allowed himself to sink to the ground. Too far. They had gone too far that time-but there was a deep, almost vicious pulse of satisfaction in his soul. It was a savory victory, one worthy of praise.
Drained as he was, the Oni knew it was only a matter of time until they were both back on their feet, and his work was not yet finished. This being would hunt the little mortals down for as long as it pleased-at least, until something even more catastrophic caught its attention. It lived for the chaos in this world, needed it just like living things needed to breathe. No more.
One large, plated hand reached out to touch the fallen lump of flesh, and with an exhausted sort of sound, he began to concentrate. It was easy at first, feeling the magic flow from his core and through his fingertips to surround the fallen god, but it wouldn’t be long until the Deity was silently baring his teeth from the strain.
Blessedly, it was over.
His hand shook now as he slowly withdrew it from the small, innocent mask that now rested upon the blood-soaked ground. The Deity could still sense the dark power pulsing from the object, but it was contained now. Sealed. A breath slipped between his bloodied fangs, followed by a content sound. This was good. Better than it had been, at least.
Still, the tax upon his strength had been too great. The Oni's eyelids fluttered briefly, hiding those white, dead eyes for a moment. Tattered lips snaked upward in a savage smile, and the being managed to make something that almost sounded like a chuckle. Ironic that it had come to this, and he was left in such a weakened state. Majora would not be the only one bound for eternity within a mask.
The difference was, the Deity would do this by choice. In a moment, he would proceed. In a moment... For now, he just needed to gather enough strength to finish the ritual.
Sample journal entry: [It sounds like the rumble of boulders at first, low, monotonous, and threatening. After a moment, one might realize it’s a combination of a growl deep in one’s throat, as well as the sound of blunt fangs grinding together in obvious irritation. It had taken him quite a while to even figure out how to turn the thing on, but now everyone could have his piercing, narrowed white eyes trying to bore holes through their souls.]
Where?
[These were not his lands, and he could not sense Majora anywhere nearby. The Oni was exhausted, still bearing the wounds of his titanic struggle, but the dried blood smeared across his face only lent itself to his already savage appearance. Someone had better start talking, and quickly, before he found the first pair of mortals and choked them until they mewled every answer he wanted to hear.]