Vastar:
He is a radiant immortal and is wreathed in the Eternal wind, flowing around Him
as He stays aloft, uplifted by great wings the shade and colour of storm clouds,
a physical link to His mortal kin. His eyes glow brightly with the fury of
Thunder, their colour constantly and smoothly changing between deep violet and
bright cerulean hues. Dancing upon His skin, tiniest motes of light move about
in rhythmic patterns, occasionally coalescing into a coruscating flare. He is
wearing a slim neckchain of finest silver, the Circlet of the Winds, a glove
made from cerulean scales, a stuffed Triton's head, an electrum medallion
engraved with a silver wing, a winged headband of silver, and flowing robes of
cascading light motes bearing the arms of Vastar.

Prospero:
He is a radiant immortal and is a rotund man. He is dressed in luxurious layers
of the finest garments and around His neck and fingers are the most expensive
jewellery. His big round face has a prominent beard and His cheeks are red from
satisfaction. He is wearing a golden medal, an ornate bulging leather money belt,
 a signet ring bearing the arms of Prospero, a lucky pair of black gambling
socks, and a brilliant gold trimmed white toga.

Phaestus:
He is a radiant immortal and is enveloped in a haze of sweltering heat, the
distinctive scent of molten iron permeating the air around Him. Dark as coal and
glinting with flecks of silver, unruly curls frame His strongly sculpted
features, hanging well past His broad shoulders in a loosely plaited braid. A
pair of bushy eyebrows and a long beard complement His ruddy complexion, and the
same coarse, black hair covers the powerful muscles in His arms. A fine coating
of soot dusts His callused hands, and His fingernails are caked with dirt and
ash. A spark of mischief dances within the depths of His steel-coloured eyes,
conspiring with an easy, paternal smile to soften the intensity of His
unwavering gaze. He is wearing a pair of black leather boots, a blue and silver
tartan great kilt, a sleeveless black tunic, a hammered silver hip flask, a
steel pauldron, a leather sporran tooled with dwarven runes, and a black ribbon
of remembrance.

Valnurana:
She is a radiant immortal and is unimposing and small in stature, cloaked in
many layers ranging from pale grey to dark slate. Where Her cloak falls to the
ground the hem is indistinct, and when She moves, the shifting of fabric is
soundless. Long locks of silken white hair conceal the upper portion of Her face,
 obscuring Her eyes from sight, but you can feel Her even gaze nonetheless. Her
skin, pale and unblemished by the passage of millennia, is visible from Her
cheekbones to the base of Her throat, where the small cloudy orb of a star
amethyst rests. Upon Her back are wings of soft grey, the long feathers
gradually lightening near the snow white wingtips. She is wearing the Shroud of
Silent Dreaming, and a violet orchid tucked behind Her ear.

Scarlatti:
He is a radiant immortal of expressive countenance and elegant gesture, the
vivid depths of His sparkling, azure eyes a poignant foil to His carmine lips.
Masculine and sculptured, His features bear testament to the potential of the
multiverse's artistry in an unabashed demonstration of perfect beauty. Shorn,
golden locks curl blithely on His forehead, gilding deeply tanned skin, which
glows with vitality. Lean and defined, strength of anatomy contrasts with the
assured grace of a steady hand, and magnificent wings frame His majestic form in
a powerful arc of shimmering white feathers. He is wearing a golden lyre kilt
pin, a moonblossom kissed by stardusted lips, a severe, attenuated diadem, a
pristine kilt of white wool, and a thin mask of black paint.

Deucalion:
He is a radiant immortal, His august form manifesting as a human male in the
prime of life. Taut, olive skin is marked with the fine lines of advancing age,
lending Him a sense of gravitas. Salt and pepper hair falls in a neat, left-
leaning part with no strand out of place. Clean shaven, His visage is severe,
with His strong chin, aquiline nose, and the crows feet that gather about His
eyes untempered by any trace of a smile or laugh lines. Tightness gathers about
His eyes, the irises of which are molten gold. A coruscating nimbus outlines
Deucalion's frame, and the smokey flavour of a low-burning flame lingers in the
wake of His presence. He is wearing a pair of charcoal-coloured breeches, a pair
of black leather boots, a fine linen tunic, a swirling vestment of teal and
bronze hues, a supple leather scabbard, an iron ring, and a crimson stained
silken ribbon.

Pandora:
She is a radiant immortal, Her brilliant green eyes alight with the knowledge of
some secret jest. Her unruly ebony hair tumbles in loose curls about Her
shoulders, with a single lock of scintillating rainbow hues twisting defiantly
over Her brow. Her slim, willowy form and girlish features are perpetually
animated by the boundless enthusiasm of youth, imbuing Her with an aura of
restlessness and an inscrutably mercurial air of whimsy. Her right hand is
delicately crafted of silver, nearly liquid in its appearance, and moves as
easily and gracefully as Her other. She is wearing a polished darkbow, a pair of
bright silver sandals laced up to Her knees, a crown of flowers in every colour
of the rainbow, a short iridescent ivory toga, a winding hair ribbon of golden
vines, a small, blue towel, a quiver brimming with arrows, fluffy, majestic
purple bath robes, and a silver blackbird brooch.
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Aurora:
She is a radiant immortal, Her stark frame shrouded within a golden nimbus of
light. Across alabaster flesh crawl silvery tendrils, suffusing the skin with an
eerie shimmer. The living tattoo flickers and contorts, intermittently writhing
into the magnificent outlines of both phoenix and dragon. Crowning a stoic
visage, platinum tresses edge over Her shoulder blades, the luminous strands
infused with rich flecks of incandescence. Her timeless countenance is a study
of pious resolve, inky eyes awash with a fierce glow of determination. She is
wearing soft leather boots of tan and gold, a pair of ivory gauze trousers, a
silken tunic of ivory, gilded with golden hues, a burnished girdle of solid gold,
 a plain ring of polished gold, and a crimson stained silken ribbon.

Aegis:
He is a radiant immortal and is towering above all those around Him, standing at
nearly nine feet tall and clad entirely in a suit of black plate armour. Light
does not reflect from the surface of the strange metal encasing His frame, the
metal remaining cold and dark with the passage of time. Connected together at
all points around His frame, the interlocking plates keep every portion of His
body hidden from normal view and offer more of a mystery than an answer. A small
opening has been created in the middle of His helmet, with only a pair of red
globes staring out from within the darkness hidden behind the visor. With each
passing moment a puff of steam blasts out from the bottom of the helm, which
seems to be the only symbol that the Lord of War is indeed awake. He is wearing
the Diadem of Victory, the Helm of Desolation, a silken black cloak, a Sash of
Generals, the boots of Bevran, the wings of War, a jagged wristblade, midnight
black plate armour, 2 scaled black scabbards, a war satchel, and a black leather
glove. His face has been decorated with blue warpaint.

Artemis:
She is a radiant immortal and is lissome of limb with powerful facial features.
Long russet hair kissed with gold is pulled back and bound in an elaborate braid
tied at the crown of Her head, hanging down to Her midsection and held in place
with a thin strip of leather. Her eyes are alight with the fiery fury of the
Cataclysm, casting a glow upon the earthy tone of her bronze complexion. She is
wearing a simple white stola, an Anachaine tribal tattoo, a brooch of silver
waves, a leather and bone tribal pendant, and an intricate headpiece of garnet
and onyx.

Ourania:
She is a radiant immortal and is surrounded by a nimbus of stars that illuminate
her sorrowful features. Layers of pitch black hair frame Her pale, luminous face,
 falling over Her slender shoulders in gentle waves that pool around Her bare
feet. Caught in the silken strands are minuscule pin-pricks of subdued light,
swirling in an endless rotation around Her. Round, liquid eyes of fathomless
midnight penetrate Her ethereal visage, glistening with the wisdom of ageless
time, framed by long lashes of blue-black and shadowed by grief. Her skin is
pale alabaster, nearly blue with transparency and radiating softly, the silken
surface reflecting pearlescent light. She is wearing an obsidian quiver of
shooting stars, the Net of Stars, a Spirit Walker house band of obsidian, an
amulet of the Triple Moon, a skein of utterly black thread, a thread of fate
curling about Her wrist, a string of luminescent opals draped through Her hair,
a cord of the Maiden, a ring of the Serpentlords, a silver tiara with three moon-
shaped opals, elegant robes woven from moonbeams, a scintillating stellar armlet,
 a blooming water lily pouch, a delicate moonsilver anklet, the Veil of the
Night sky, a ring of the vespertine skies, a resplendent haircomb, and
amaranthine raiments of the Night.

Neraeos:
He is a radiant immortal. Neraeos is the very picture of self-assured youth.
Tall and lean, His stance radiates strength and confidence even through His
armour, managing grace and casual elegance among stiff leather and bronze. Dark,
blonde hair, sandy in some places, is perpetually touseled around a face of
bronze skin and blue-green, expressive eyes. Despite His initially young
appearance, His expression is stern, His face hardened into a maturity that
speaks of divine eternity. The scent of the sea, fresh and salty, ever lingers
about Him, the legacy of His realm, and strong, calloused hands always possess a
weapon in their grasp, ready to fight, protect, and challenge. He is wearing a
necklace of fingers taken from oathbreakers, an opaline brooch, a purple and
white silken tunic, sculpted bronze greaves, the Ring of Virtas, a snow-white
sealskin cloak emblazoned with a golden hippocampus, a brilliant cuirass of
solid bronze, a purple cord of Duty, simple leather sandals, a brazen helm with
a plume of white coral spines, and a Pendant of Oceans.

Babel:
He is a radiant immortal and is darkly regal, possessing an imposing air of
potent authority that permeates His towering form with a sense of ancient and
terrible power. He rises a full seven feet into the air, the broad contours of
His hulking form concealed beneath the ebon folds of an ornate black robe. A
long white beard flows down His chest in snake-like tendrils, and His thinning
hair falls down His back in wispy strands of ivory. Empty eyesockets gape in His
pallid face, opening into two yawning holes of perfect, light-consuming
blackness, while rows of needle-sharp teeth fill His imperiously frowning mouth,
and fearsome talons extend out from His gnarled fingers. A faint miasmic haze
overshadows the god's form with rippling distortions of otherworldly energies
and tainted powers. He is wearing a tall iron crown, a living third eye upon His
brow, a large black raven perched on His shoulder, a heavy golden amulet, and an
ornate black robe.

Maya:
She is a radiant immortal, nearly human in appearance. Raven hair, touched at
the temples with white, sweeps back from Her austere face to be bound at Her
nape in an intricate knot. The steely grey of Her eyes casts a serious light to
Her features, tempered by warmer flecks of silver. Her gaze is stern and
penetrating, yet not untouched by compassion. A shimmering, transparent grey
veil covers Her lips and chin. Beneath it, the beginnings of a smile can be seen
playing at the corners of Her lips. She is wearing a runed scabbard, a Durgan
cameo pendant, a gown of silver-grey silk with an owl-shaped mithril brooch
fastened at Her waist, and a ruby-banded quiver.

Sarapis:
He is a radiant immortal and is clad in simple traveling clothes including
sturdy leather sandals, loose brown pants, a simple grey shift and a dusty brown
jacket. He is completely naked.

Thoth:
He is a radiant immortal and is lank, willowy and bewitchingly taking. As slight
as a sapling tree, his frame although slender and elongated, radiates an
unworldly fortitude and strength of will. Six long and sinewy arms extend around
Him the top four, relaxed and swinging, the last pair crossed sternly over His
torso. His hands move in a snakelike manner, gracefully dancing and moving at
all times. Thin streams of silken black hair fall from above the blank, oval
mask strapped over His face masking the true visage of Death. He is wearing an
oval mask, a pair of Logosian Gauntlets, three pairs of black silken gloves, a
lock of midnight hair wound about His wrist, a dragonskin quiver, unique black
robes, leather sandals, a plain bone earring through His left ear, an ornate
bloodstone scabbard, a plain bone earring through His right ear, an onyx
scabbard, and a Soulstone pendant.

Oneiros:
He is a radiant immortal and is emanating a soft white light. He is wearing
white silken robes.