~Username: Creative
~Name: Cap
~Gender: Male
~How Does he feel about no horns?
The Capricorn Deity has always retained several things over the course of his reincarnations, such as his memories, his general likes and dislikes, and the knowledge that every incarnation before him has been both different and the same as the current one. His horns, however, those were not assured through the ages. Despite that though, the capricorn has almost always been born with his horns, and they skip very few of his generations. Cap doesn't really know why they disappear at times, and being born without them this time has him questioning himself furiously if he did something somehow wrong in his previous life, if they were somehow taken from him as a punishment of sorts. No matter the reason though, he considers them stolen from him and the lack of horns on him, the latest incarnation of the Capricorn Deity himself, has Cap feeling humiliated at the loss, and ashamed for his lack of horns. Worse than that, he feels pathetic.
And those negative emotions anger and fuel him.
Though insecure about his lack of horns, he has funneled this spite for the world stealing away his horns and vowed that he will wrong the world the same way it has wronged him. Though by the day, he is a young looking viscet, a cheerful and generous soul who only silently grows bitter at the sight of another's horns, by the time evening falls, Cap dons a handmade mask adorned with goat horns and his cape. He leaves behind his facade of a sweet, innocent viscet and takes on the persona of his true emotions. A thief who feels as though the world around him is harsh and cruel and unfair, who lashes out in anger and spite by taking from others like he has had something precious to him taken.
Underneath the anger and bitterness though, the truth is Cap is self-conscious about having no horns. Though he acts out in frustration and anger, alone he feels as though he must have somehow angered the fates in his past life or done something to deserve this. Though much like the child he looks like, he can't help but act out and throw this tantrum of sorts, even though he sort of knows that this is doing him no favors to win back his horns for the next life.
All in all, Cap is confused and self-doubting and to hide that, he makes the world see him as angry and hostile. To those around him, he acts friendly, but to those he steals from, he is cold-hearted. He feels the anger of his past selves working through him, but despite the reincarnations, Cap himself is still young even if he can fall back on his previous incarnations. He is both them, and his own self, and he is young in body and his own mind. It's for this reason he's acting the way he is about his loss of his horns, he doesn't know how else to act on the anger and doubt he feels.
(506/1000)
~A Thieve's Tale
This is how you plan to redeem yourself? By stealing and thieving and proving the fates right in their choice to rip your horns from you?
"And what would you have me do?" Came the returning growl. The young looking viscet paced the darkened alley, challenging the idea of who he used to be. "You know just as well as I that we were wronged. I feel your anger, your resentment, I feel it from all of you. Maybe this isn't right, but it's how we get even. This is how I get even."
His mind was made up and any doubts he had that his older selves would not approve was wiped from his mind as he put on his mask and wrapped his cape around himself. This would not earn him his horns back in his next life, but, an eye for an eye.
He and the lives he used to lead had been wronged, and for years he spent deep in thought and self-induced exile trying to come up with any sort of answer for why. And the only thing Cap could think of, the only thing that kept returning to mind was how angry and wronged he was. How bitterness grew in every breath he took, the shame he carried for being the first in centuries of reincarnations of the great Capricorn Deity being without his horns.
He would get even, and the world --the whole universe-- would see how they wronged him.
Quick as a flash the thousands-years-old child leapt from rooftop to rooftop as he headed for his target. His prey on this night. If this life was one he had to endure in shame, then he would play this life's story on his own terms. This was his unique life in a long chain of lives and he would show the fates how wrong they were in taking away such a large part of who he was.
The lines between himself and his past selves blurred as he ran along. It was hard to tell where they ended and he began, save for the deeply rooted self-loathing for the incarnation directly before him that bled into feeling pathetic for being born without his horns, no matter what he could have done in his previous life. His mind was muddled with thoughts of the past, of envy of horns they all got to have, of who he used to be and who he now was, of contradictions that arose because of it. He was made of contradictions, his being, his thoughts, his actions; though so many centuries old, Cap himself was still so very young and unexperienced even with the memories of previous generations.
Glass shattered beneath him as he burst into a window, grabbing anything and everything shiny that he could before leaping back out the way he came. All he knew for certain was one thing. He felt stolen from, and he would make the fates regret that.
(497/500)
