chasing the sun . . .

[MirrorMask]

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𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕦𝕟 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕄𝕠𝕠𝕟 𝕤𝕠 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟, 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕝𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖.
█████████████████████- 𝕁𝕖𝕗𝕗𝕣𝕖𝕪 𝔽𝕣𝕪

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▀ D I R E C T O R Y
Tryout for Kalon #1900 ;; main post
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↳ Lore Guide
- The Gods & Relationships
- Biography || Phases of The Moon ;;
----- · General Information
----- · Personality & Power
- Credit for images used ;; 1 || 2

G U I D E
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▀ T H E B E G I N N I N G||

At first their world was bare and cold; a void in the vast emptiness that is space. It wasn't till she appeared where there was any life within this realm, this world, this reality. The almother was embowed with the gifts of creation and thus began her journey in making a robust universe, teaming with life and it's many complexities. She started like all almighty divine beings like herself; a sky, a landmass below it, and the sea that encompass all else. She spent many years craving out the details of this new world as she could not bring herself to overlook anything. From the trees to the various flowers nestled alongside their roots, all of it would be nurtured with the same diligence akin to that of a master artist. Suddenly, there was an overwhelming loneliness that overcame her as she realized she had spent all this time perfecting the most divine domain yet she had no creatures to occupy it; no one to call a companion of her own. From her own body, she took a piece of her rib and drop of her blood to mold her sons into reality. Her first two sentient creations and certainty not the last ( although these were the only two she bore on purpose ). These children of hers would be the first divine among a massive pantheon of gods and goddess, their names being Ramsey and Boole.
At first, their little home was peaceful and lush with new additions being eagerly tagged on by her children. Now the pretty world she built had life in it, creatures small to large all coexisting contently with one another. Times were simple as they loved their mother, they loved each other, they loved the world she built, and most of all she loved them. However, as time went on the brothers' tolerance of each other grew thin and then soon their happy little home was shattered. Previously, the two brothers had no divine correlation to anything in the world as they were simply just her little boys; they didn't need to be anything more than that. With their frenzied fighting however, they become more as they ascended to becoming the physicals aspects of death and war respectfully. She could not bare to watch it, the two loves of her life tearing each other apart all while their destructive war path killed anything unfortunate enough to stand in their way. All she built over the years, the centuries even was all nearly gone within a moments notice. She could not take it anymore as she stood in front of them, their fighting ceasing as neither wished to physically harm their mother who stood in the way of the other's throat. Everywhere she looked their was crimson, spattered on the ground, choking the sky, covering her children, and now flowing from her eyes. With heavy heart, she uttered aloud her love for them and broke apart. Sacrificing her physical form in hopes to fix it all, to perhaps go back to the beginning, to start all over again. In a way it did work, peace was reestablished into the world and her sons bloodlust for one another ceased. However, when she broke apart pieces of her became what are referred to as the elder gods. The sky, the earth below it, as well the sea that encompass all else alongside time in which the world revolves around and the nothingness that this reality occupies. As more new gods joined their ranks they grew into an omnipresent group of gods whose control over their divine element/object/concept transcends multiple realties ( a side effect of the almother's sacrifice ). They exist in the past, the present, and the future. They exist alongside various other great pantheons, mingling with their distant counterparts and dipping their toes into worlds of plenty. In some universe they are revered, in other feared, and in some unknown. Nevertheless, they all belong to theories and theorems.

▀ T H E D O M A I N ||

Every major god has the ability to create a realm that is completely their own and can be subjected to their influence however they wish. Elder gods have the largest and most influential realms in which are often so expansive that mortals and other creatures usually occupy them as well. Only strong gods who are fully in control of their abilities and divinity can conjure as well maintain a domain. These domains will physically reflect aspects of the god themselves being something that is akin to their own personal aesthetic. Entry to a divine's realm is usually asked for but the strong can force themselves in if they wish, the way a god may restrict access or attempt to keep intruders out varies from immortal to immortal. Nevertheless, nobody wanders into a god's domain mistakenly; mortal or immortal.

The above two pieces were previously written here; however are included because they explain important lore/aspects of the world this kalon will belong too.

▀ T H E M U S E S

Gods have the option of selecting mortals of their choosing to either bless or curse with their divine powers. These individuals are not divine themselves or immortal ( unless that is the gift their patron god is blessing them with ) and don't necessarily have to serve ( or even like ) their patron god. When a divine chooses to pick a mortal as their muse it's because they see something special in them that they wish to either encourage or hinder. The muse gets to decide whether they'd like to keep their alliance with their chosen divine or not; most tend too. Furthermore, there is no limit for how many muses a god may have but the most anyone in the pantheon currently has is two.

▀ T H E V I R T U R E S

Virtues are like muses in means of being a "champion" of a certain god but are brought into the world very differently. Muses are always born mortals and their interaction with a god is what changes them; virtues are born special. They are made with the specific intention of being loyal servants to a god, an extension of their wills, molded and formed from a god very essence into existence. Their alliance is always bound to their divine's and they purely live to serve them in whatever manner possible. This is not to say they are mindless drones, every virtue is fully sentient and with widely diverse personalities. However, down to their core they'll always be a living reflection and part of their patron god.

G O D S
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The S u n God ;;


Known as Gauss, he is one of the eternal three being the sky, the earth, and the sea. He represents the sky and never leaves it's tender embrace. Forever dancing around the atmosphere heralding the sunrise and sunset day after day for world after world. He is nearly impossible to keep track of, as soon as he's set one world to rest he moves onto another and another fully committed to his divine duty as the physical representation of the sun.

----- · R E L A T I O N S H I P ;;
Her other half, her cosmic twin, and most importantly the being she longs after is no other than the sun god himself. Gauss doesn't even know how much he means to her and most likely never will. As he's always in front, guiding thousands of worlds throughout the ceaseless cycle of day ( and night ). Knorre merely following in his footsteps allowing mortals a few hours of reprise from his glory till he rises once again to grace them all with his warmth. She finds comfort in knowing that as long as she looks forward, he'll always be looming on the horizon. That as long as his light is lingering there, she'll never be lost.

The W a r God ;;


Known as Boole, one of two gods representing the complexity of war. He stands as a beacon for the savagery and bloodshed that occurs during such conflict. He sees nothing wrong with plunging the world into a never ending war, truly living and breathing for the thrill of battle. His strength unmatched in the field and his bloodlust became so untamable that he had started a devastating war between him and his fellows gods. His sole reason ( besides to spite his brother ) was to experience a proper battle once again. Needless to say, this war left their pantheon in a state of disarray and as a cost of all the fighting he's suffered sustainable injuries.

----- · R E L A T I O N S H I P ;;
Knorre holds no love for Boole, his malicious nature and unquenchable bloodlust make it so they'd never be able to see eye to eye. She furiously believes his petty fighting with his brother is pointless and the fact that their kin ( as well thousand upon thousands of mortals ) had to pay a much higher price than either of them is unforgiveable. Regardless, Knorre is not without her manners and she only barely tolerates him out of respect for their mutual creator; for even as terrible as he is their mother still loves him nonetheless.
The H u n t Goddess ;;


Known as Sagan, her role within the divine is as the living breathing embodiment of to kill or be killed. In more detail, she represents the thrill of the chase from both sides of the food chain, as either prey and predator. Her livelihood is dictated by the stars and moon ( something she's taught the mortals to follow as well ), refusing immensely to act our her duties unless the more solemn representation of the sky grants her the approval she seeks. For then and only then does the hunt begin.

----- · R E L A T I O N S H I P ;;
Sagan is another divine in their pantheon that Knorre has developed a close bond with, their relationship absolutely something like a mother daughter dynamic. The moon goddess fondly remembers when the little star would confide her about her love worries, the moment when Sagan slipped and called her mother is something she’ll remember forever. Her little star has been trying to get more and more comfortable with referring to her as such and she enjoys watching the honest intent flushed on her face. Knorre assures her that it’s okay and she loves her nonetheless, the title or name she refers to doesn't matter. Sagan always brings her the biggest prize from her next hunt to show her affection.


The W a r Muse ;;


Known as Tesla she exists purely as a device of chaos and havoc for her lord. Eager to please her patron god at any chance she can, her ultimate goal is restoring him back to his former glory. To achieve said desire she's chosen to wear a sickly sweet smile to mask her ill intention amongst to mortals, making it ever so easy to scheme her next terrible plan. Although as time goes on her unfaltering devotion to her god is having unprecedented effects on her sanity and eventually she'll succumb to the same uncontrollable bloodlust as him.

----- · R E L A T I O N S H I P ;;
Knorre doesn’t respect Tesla in the slightest, well aware of her façade and her desires she wishes to see the war muse crumple under the weight of her own ambitions. If Knorre ever senses Tesla in her path she does everything in her ability to avoid the other. The only thing she does respect about the other is her dedication to her cause; Knorre only wishes that this motivation wasn’t so misplaced. She wants to tell Boole in person, that he simply doesn’t deserve her.


The A r t God ;;

Known as Gogh, he is the only one within the pantheon of gods unsatisfied with being a divine creature. Many perceive him to be happy-go-lucky based on his divine representation but unfortunately he does not embody his title. Instead, Gogh is reclusive and rarely interacts with the rest of the pantheon to the point where only the eldest gods know of his presence. He is too consumed with his artwork and challenging himself creatively that he feels no need for interaction. The only thing he looks forward to is traveling as far and wide he can to find new artistic muses for his next great masterpiece.

----- · R E L A T I O N S H I P ;;
Knorre and Gogh are on very good terms even given the art god's introvert-like nature, it may have to do with him finding the moon's natural beauty very captivating for his artistic means. Nonetheless, Knorre really loves spending hours on end in his company as who else better to write poetry ( or even dance ) than in the company of the creativity god himself ? The more and more time the two spend together the deeper their bond grows. If anything were to happen to her artsy companion, there’d be hell to pay personally deliver from Knorre herself.

B I O G R A P H Y
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Name ;; Knorre || Gender ;; Female || Age ;; 4000 years old || Height ;; 5 ft || Sexual Orientation ;; Asexual || Alignment ;; Lawful Neutral

Credit of the following snippet to Wikipedia, "Viktor Karlovich Knorre (4 October 1840 – 25 August 1919) was a Russian astronomer of German ethnic origin. He worked in Nikolaev, Pulkovo and Berlin and is best known for having discovered 158 Koronis and three other minor planets. Knorre's father, Karl Friedrich Knorre, and grandfather, Ernst Friedrich Knorre, were also prominent astronomers. Recently, the main-belt asteroid 14339 Knorre was named in honor of the three generations of Knorre astronomers."

Playlist ;; Dark Piano - Sociopath ||Paul de Senneville - Spring Waltz (Mariage d'Amour) ||Aloboi - Somebody Feel ||Prague Cello Quartet - The Phantom of the Opera || Mark Eliyahu - Journey || Luis Bacalov - The Grand Duel (Parte Prima) || André Bratten - Iconography || Dmitri Shostakovich - Waltz No. 2 || Yuki Hayashi ft. 小畑 貴裕 - You Say Run (Re-build) || Nobuyoshi Suzuki - Ludwig, The Accursed & Holy Blade

Personality ;;

From first glance most would say it is rather easy to tell the over all disposition of the moon goddess, Knorre. However, the individuals who believe so are sorely incorrect and out of place to underestimate a goddess of her statue. There is one thing that she values above all else and that's mutual respect. Any attempts to tarnish her name or reputation will be meet with equally harsh remarks, some which may open wounds that can never heal. Nonetheless, as long as her boundaries aren't being tested rest assure that the moon goddess is one of the gentlest soul amongst the pantheon. She is one of few who'd take the extra effort to fulfil a dying request of a mortal, to see that every last wish they had came to fruition before they breathed their last breath.This caring nature even extends to her fellow immortals, where many see her as a mother-like figure and eagerly seek out her guidance ( or even just general companionship ). Deep down Knorre honestly feels unworthy at being viewed so highly by her peers yet she'd never vocalize this out loud to them even in her darkest moments. She wishes that this appreciation and status she holds with some of her fellow divine extended to all of them, so that she had some kind of influence over the few rotten apples that linger amongst her kin. It goes without saying that she finds no joy in the war or bloodshed that has come from her peers infighting and squabbling. Now this doesn't mean she's a pacifist or pushover in any regard, Knorre will defend herself ( and those within her care ) furiously; to the death if need be. It'd be hard to tell such conviction runs through her veins as often she refrains from wearing any type of "unsightly" emotion; no one has ever seen her angry and none ever will. As a result, she often gets compared to a statue or simply referred to as "stone-faced" which isn't completely true as she usually wears a kind smile any chance she can. Said smile is the perfect match for the way she carries herself, some would say she's the definition of grace and manners as the way she moves is so flawless she appears to be floating. However, she's not without her faults. Even with the thousands of requests she receives from mortals, they aren't nearly enough of a distraction to keep to haunting lost sensation she has from showing it's ugly head. The only thing the moon goddess desires more than anything else, more than preforming her divine duties, more than aiding the helpless mortals; Knorre wishes to bathe in endless sunlight. The world of shadows no longer interests her and she desperately trying to escape the dark side of the moon in hopes of finding him.

Power ;;

Knorre's power is a form of petrification which works in two ways. The first being the liquid that pours near continuously from her various eyes actually has a qualities to turn living matter ( or inanimate objects that aren't already rocks or the likes ) into stone that'd she be able to manipulate at will. This can be by puppeteering the stone creature(s) to physically deliver attacks at no risk of endangering herself ( or even using them as shields ); she prefers not to use this method as she doesn't like endangering others who may have no involvement in the manner. The second manner of delivering her petrification is by directly standing/touching something. As Knorre walks around the world, the area directly below each of her feet ( or if her tails were to touch/drag across the ground as well ) will always be turned into stone. The downside of this application is that it is not permanently, usually as she keeps moving forward or a few seconds pass the ground ( or object ) will then turn to normal. Only the liquid she pronounces from her body has the ability to keep something trapped in stone permanently. Furthermore, strong individuals like her fellow immortals could fight against the petrification breaking their limbs and so forth free from their stone confinements. In short, her ability is not perfect and when in a fight she tends to not rely on it rather finding her speed and wit far more useful than it.

Searching . . .

Knorre is searching for her cosmic twin, trying to catch up to him so that she can physically embrace his warmth. She grows tired of this endless chase, of being beyond him and floating along his coat tails; she desperately wishes to walk side by side with his light. Furthermore, she fears some among her kin are plotting his downfall for their own gains and wishes to protect her other half if possible. The moment the two would meet would be reflect upon the mortal world as the most vivid solar eclipse ever seen; if only she could reach him however . . .

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