โ๐๐ ๐๐๐ค ๐๐๐๐ฆ๐ฃ๐ค๐๐ ๐๐๐ง๐๐๐๐ฅ๐ช.
๐โ๐ผร๐
ใHe who dared
๐ป๐ผ๐ฝ๐ the godsใ
โ Theรณs, sometimes appearing as Mr. Jack (โof all Tradesโ) or simply as Theo, is a rogue Guardian Yaksha; a mighty soldier of the Archon War, a God who cared not about the power struggle of those who shared and craved his Archon title and, instead, willingly served under Rex Lapisโ guidance against the dangers that lingered within Liyue and Mankind faced as a whole.
โ The years of constant battle, against gods and demons, against plague and tragedy, slowly crippled his once naรฏve soul: for with each droplet of blood that tainted his blade, for each bitter tear in the name of a fallen comrade and every wound that trailed along his body, he felt himself descending into the very Abyss he used to stand against.
โ Even though his name may not be known anymore amongst the common folk that populates modern cities, there are those old enough to still remember the corrupt shadow that danced under ashen skies; Adepti, just like him, that can recall fondly their purpose and see in him but the shattered spirit of a once great protector. A spirit crumbled over the weight of incessant tragedy and overwhelming darkness; a fearless light that did not truly bend, that did not fully break, but instead learnt to glow with a different shade of crimson.
โ Heโs a free soul: unbound, unshackled, merely swaying by the whims of his pleasure and entertainment. Carefree, yet imposing, a bright smirk that casts the longest of shadows; for above the big, shimmering smile, lay the eyes of a God that became a Demon.
He sees the world but as a playground for higher powers, for those who sit upon the seven thrones of hollow divinity. He used to stand by the pawns, lending his arms and wits, his imposing attitude and warmongering temperament; and yet, when he needed them most, when he needed to be reminded of the purpose that fueled his fight, he only felt the despair of tumbling upon unending darkness and grasping nothing but tainted air.
He gave his all for Mankind, and received nothing in exchange but sorrow and ghosts. Perhaps, he thinks, itโs time to claim it all back.
โโ๐๐๐ผ๐โ๐ผ๐๐
ใHe who brought the โ๐โ๐๐ผ๐ป flameใ
โ Titan god of fire, the One Who Thinks Ahead, and architect of his own triumphant downfall. For he was the one to aid Zeus in the Titanomachy, to ensure the Olympians victory, and was nonetheless betrayed by the Cloud-gatherer himself for bringing knowledge to the doomed.
โ The eternal strive, the need to reach the heavens above, to cast aside the shadows of imposed ignorance and feigned submission; restless opposition to the powers that be, to the chains that bind, for heโs a puppet no more.
โ Father and champion of mankind; clay-shaper, whose hands molded the essence of humanity and whose sly wits damned them all. A shade of grey dancing to a madly tune of ambiguity: The Forethought and, yet, the risk of unintended consequences.
โ The endless quest for knowledge and the monument, from times immemorial, to the pain of bearing such hubris. He who โcaused blind hopes to live in the hearts of menโ, and was damned to pay the price.
โ Brother to a gullible soul, yet another pawn in the Thunder Tyrantโs game. Bearer of Pandoraโs curse, for it was his desire to champion for mankind what brought her jar of despair unto the hands of Epimetheus.
โ Inventor of the cult to the gods, maker of the first sacrifice at Mekone. Thus, first priest of the Olympians, and literally bearer of the tradition of sacrifices to the higher powers.
โ Unchained after Heraclesโ help, heโs but a shadow that lurks aimless. Brothers and sisters lost to time, reigned upon by a tyrant he himself helped crown. Bearer of science, of crafts and wits, but merely forgotten by those he aided in their struggle: a broken, shattered spirit, whoโs only now allowed to live unbound.
โ Laid-back yet cunning, with a taste for the unknown and the intriguing; curious yet imposing, bearer of the pride known only to the gods that predated the gods, guided by both his inmost whims and superfluous interest. A sly one, to be sure, who hides more than he shows; for his smile shines the brightest, yet can only cast the longest of shadows.
WIP.
โ Male mun, in his early 20s. He/Him.
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[Sources]
Background: @/ 303_jiu
First image: @/ xxgojoxx
Theรณs: @/ b19rs
Prometheus: @/ welllllll111
Modern: @/ Yud79317724 and @/ wengwengchim
More sources in pinned.