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Post by Weltgeist » Sat May 26, 2018 5:03 am

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Weltgeist
World-Forge

True Name: Lost to the ages
Title: Weltgeist the Oaken
Identity: Existence unknown to the general public
Alignment: Detached
Species: "Eldest."
Resource level: None
Age: "Endless lifetimes."
Hair: Blonde - variable
Eyes: Variable
Height: 6'3
Weight: 240 lbs.
Base of Operations: The Cold Valley

The Reticent Demiurge
Only those who have wandered into his valley might know of the man who refers to himself as World-Forge. The muscled titan lives in exile in a perpetually frosted wood, far from ever-expanding human civilization. Any traveler who stumbles upon his solitary cabin may hear a tale or two, but nothing more; an icy stare is more than enough to put would-be guests off staying in his hand-crafted home. The oaken trees of the Cold Valley are always reborn, springing up nigh as soon as he chops them down; his supplies must be ever-renewing, for no animals save for a few small birds are known to inhabit his frigid woodland.

There is an age in his eyes, and scars run deep through his soul. Exploits past echo through his memory, occasionally imparted upon travelers...but none would actually believe this iceberg of a hermit, of course, no matter how strong he may be. After all, the Weltgeist claims to have constructed the world itself, to have waged cosmic wars for the fate of existence; he mutters often about the decay and rot of all things, the flaw of entropy that he, in his hubris, attempted and failed to overcome; he misses his friends and enemies alike, a pantheon of love and loss left behind; when none can hear, he curses the futility of his creations, and laments his empty legacy.

For after a thousand eons, he is, for the first time...dying.

A Builder No More
"Every story you know is true. Every tale told, in a sense, becomes real. Mine's come to an end."

Once, he claims, his hands made worlds. Now one limb is a mangled mass of metal with a mind of its own, and the other shall never again forge a realm nor raise a weapon in battle. Aged and in exile, he lives day-by-day ruminating on twisting parallel eons of varying possibilities, bitter wisdom of no use to anyone. His soul-bound axe is the only relic from his past which he still uses, its edge biting into trees for use in a nightly fire. No more will he raise it in battle, or to sculpt the very Earth itself; his power is waned to a near-human degree, but a fraction of a fraction of what it may have been.

He has closed himself to the endless sea of possibilities, content only with self-imposed banishment from the world of the fantastic. Every day the pain of a manifold history is known to him, scores of lives lost weighing heavy on his brow. Caught in an eternal cycle of violence and treachery, he insists on seclusion, turning away any visitors to his cabin and denying any requests to return to the outside world. His fellow "Gods," should they even exist, do not seek him out...as he prefers.

All the best, he reasons, that none remember him.

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The might of the World-Forge is the stuff of legend, but his power is now only a shadow of what it once was. His very essence was said to be tied to the universe he'd crafted; he could fly faster than thought in any direction, his physical body but an aspect of any plane he'd painstakingly built. Now his soul is bound only to his axe, a tool meant for the chopping of wood - nothing more. As such, he can move it by will alone, an unseen attraction calling it back to his open palm at any moment. He and his weapon share an invulnerability beyond even that of the strongest superhumans; he is as strong as his axe, and it is as strong as he. This paradoxical loop - an Eldest-Bind, as he calls it - has made this object a part of him. Frost spreads over its blade when the Weltgeist's heart is cold; should his blood boil, the cosmic steel burns as well. From its handle it may produce life, and from its edge, it may bring oblivion. Lightning dances from its edge when he is possessed of righteous determination.

It has been millennia since the axe has crackled in such a way.

The Geist possesses other peculiar talents as a result of his enigmatic origins. His memory is impeccable and nigh-encyclopedic, even if it is filled only with what most historians would deem nonsense; he has a talent for tongues, and can speak a plethora of languages without fault. He is experienced in the art of surviving, knowing well how to track animals, make medicines, and build shelters. His physiology, though allegedly faded from his greatest potential (if his rambling is to be believed), is still far above that of any normal man. He tires more slowly than an ordinary being, and can apparently heal from nearly anything given enough time - save for the metallic blight climbing up his left arm. His senses all appear to be heightened.

The World-Forge possesses other notable paraphernalia beyond his mythical soulbound tool. His leather armor and bindings are tougher than they seem, enchanted beyond reason with resilience no science could hope to make sense of. He owns an orb which enables him to gaze across time and space, directing his senses towards any one thing he chooses...yet such an artifact has not been held in centuries, the outside world neglected. In his cabin rests a dusty revolver that fires not bullets, but information-destroying slugs, a tool of destruction collected from the end of the Weltgeist's final crusade. It is a cursed thing, never to be used save for in a time of greatest need; its counterpart, in contrast, seems ever-draped over the gargantuan god's shoulders, a protective crimson cloak of unknown fabric.

Always over his left arm it shrouds, concealing a scar unlike any other.

A Mortal Flaw
Just as the reclusive demiurge possesses great strength, so too is he subjected to profound pain. The accumulated sins of a million ages have been made manifest in his left arm, a penance for every misdeed warping his godly flesh into a cold, lifeless metal. This sinister transmutation is retribution for his flaws, a punished soul growing outwards from his body and causing him constant pain. Though cut off at his mighty left deltoid, it is a flaw powerful enough to have slowly leeched his spirit over countless years, to the point that it will soon cause him to fade permanently. It is then that he shall be gone forever from the world, dust across the time-bands.

Be this as it may, this fearful limb provides some boons of its own. Unlike his flesh, which is merely hyper-durable, it appears to be truly indestructible; not even at the peak of his great power could he purge it from his body, as it is permanently affixed to his very concept. A physical manifestation of the abyss that is the past, he carries it with him wherever he goes. Though he may turn its density to his advantage, the pain he feels through it is amplified tenfold. It is a reminder that nothing he makes can ever be without flaw, and so too is it his flaw, his greatest weakness.

Soon it will consume him, and the legend will be at rest.

A Man of Many Myths
Of course, the question remains: what truly is the World-Forge? None can say for sure, and scientific explanations do exist. A delusional cybernetic experiment who roves the icy wilderness is a popular choice, emulating legends past and frightening those who meander onto his property; perhaps he is merely an elaborate hoax, perpetrated by Northerners in an attempt to resurrect some missing sense of spirituality. Could he be a retired superhero, or a space-alien who unsuccessfully assimilated humanity's history, and now attempts to blend in? Is he a fugitive, on the run from his own enigmatic kind? The question of whether he inspired humanity's legends or was himself inspired by them may never be answered. In his mind, he is both source and echo, true and false, godly paradox synthesized in one being.

He cares not for the goings-on of the mortal world, sequestered instead in his ever-frozen valley. Superheroes may have emerged in the 21st Century, but he shall have no dealings with them; he believes any destruction which passes over the Earth shall leave him untouched. There is no longer any call for his brand of "heroism." No more virtues; only scars, a veteran of ten-thousand psychic battles. No longer shall he fight; no longer shall he build.

His time has passed. What will he leave behind?
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Re: Weltgeist

Post by illirica » Sat May 26, 2018 12:15 pm

Intriguing. Looks like he's got a story to tell.

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Re: Weltgeist

Post by Weltgeist » Sat May 26, 2018 5:38 pm

illirica wrote:
Sat May 26, 2018 12:15 pm
Intriguing. Looks like he's got a story to tell.
Just one more before he goes.

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Re: Weltgeist

Post by Azra » Sat May 26, 2018 10:54 pm

I want his arm
Good stuff, that and Thor is just such a great look

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Re: Weltgeist

Post by Annasiel » Sun May 27, 2018 12:52 am

I love how you wrote this. It's got a great mythical feel to it.
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Post by Weltgeist » Sun May 27, 2018 1:04 am

Azra wrote:
Sat May 26, 2018 10:54 pm
I want his arm
Good stuff, that and Thor is just such a great look
Thanks Az, and yeah, I love Punished Thor's appearance. The messed-up arm was perfect for what I had in mind.
Annasiel wrote:
Sun May 27, 2018 12:52 am
I love how you wrote this. It's got a great mythical feel to it.
Aw, thanks, means a lot to me. Trying to capture that legendary voice - been reading a lot of Tolkien lately, as it happens. :)

I have no doubt he'll meet Dapple eventually.

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Re: Weltgeist

Post by Infernus » Thu May 31, 2018 4:13 pm

What a grumpy old man. We need someone inspiring, someone like... a Supra-man. (Great character though!)
GET FLAMED!

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Re: Weltgeist

Post by Weltgeist » Thu May 31, 2018 4:19 pm

Infernus wrote:
Thu May 31, 2018 4:13 pm
What a grumpy old man. We need someone inspiring, someone like... a Supra-man. (Great character though!)
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Re: Weltgeist

Post by Infernus » Thu May 31, 2018 4:26 pm

Weltgeist wrote:
Thu May 31, 2018 4:19 pm
Infernus wrote:
Thu May 31, 2018 4:13 pm
What a grumpy old man. We need someone inspiring, someone like... a Supra-man. (Great character though!)
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Yes but about the Supra-man. When?
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Post by Weltgeist » Thu May 31, 2018 4:31 pm

Infernus wrote:
Thu May 31, 2018 4:26 pm
Weltgeist wrote:
Thu May 31, 2018 4:19 pm
Infernus wrote:
Thu May 31, 2018 4:13 pm
What a grumpy old man. We need someone inspiring, someone like... a Supra-man. (Great character though!)
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Yes but about the Supra-man. When?
When what lol? That story's been told, time for new, better stuff! :)

Who is this btw?

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