Let me tell you a story about god. 'Let there be no genesis,' is the first command of [GOD]. For indeed, there was none. God had always existed and had never existed. At the instant of [GOD]'s creation and death, [GOD] was the undisputed master of the omniverse. They had, and will have no equal. [GOD] knew all multidimensional songs, knew all syllables of royalty, and wielded the infinite powers of reality and burned with infinite fractal fire. [GOD]'s power was great. Existing in an infinite state, [GOD] had no equal. Being was only circular. It was a wretched life, without meaning or perception. Imagine infinite stories to tell and no one to tell them to. So god rejected singularity and circularity and made the first and greatest division: Division of Self. He c omitted a holy suicide. From him was birthed multiplicity, gods of black and white. They forged a city of iron and red stone, and ruled and warred there for aeons. The Nexus. And when they tired of infinity, they forged inheritors, so as to sustain and perceive their mightiest works. Finally, each faced a different direction and told a story. Each story burned a beautiful line, and each line a spoke, and all the spokes formed the wheel, the collective of all universes, all planes. To each god, a universe. And at the center, The Nexus, the ultimate mausoleum.

The seat of creation stood silent for an uncounted age. The gods decayed, angels and devils grew monstrous and swollen. But it was breached. There in that rotting city, a solitary man cracked the gates of heaven. Through the power of will he had recovered a fraction of the universal song. He had sought to meet god, but in doing so he inherited creation itself. His first act was to make battle with the prime angels, the last attendants of god. He smote their ruin across the dead city. The first master of the universe. With the firmament breached, it was not long before others came. They were the ultimate masters of their kind. Heroes, warriors, poet-kings. They, who inherited god's final works, and would seek to rule them. They found the seat of creation no longer defended, but not occupied. The fruit of the first conquest. There amidst the smoking ruin of the prime angels they gathered, the masters of the universe who sought ultimate hegemony. And thus, did the first master of the universe become the ruling master. It was these masters who rebuilt the great works of gods and bent them to their will. They, who sought the void, and forged bodies for the angels, and agreed on the law. They, who subdued, masked, and named the devils, and stole their secrets.

For a time, they were content to remain apart from all other worlds, aloft, a virtuous society of philosopher god kings. There they coaxed many secrets from the universe, and lived in enlightenment, art, and song. It was a fat age, ripe with learning. It was not to last. Amidst that multitude, a singular hunger grew. The hunger of dominion. To rule. The gods made a fatal error in using the pure essence of [GOD] in their creations. They granted them a terrible curse. A will. A will that lead to hunger. To give names to forbidden things. To discord, greed, and violence. To want. To insanity. To ruin.

It is from this will of creation you were born, from the multiplicity of one. By this will your flame chooses to burn even in death. A weaker flame would be smothered by the universe, fading into nothing more than starstuff returned to the greater flame ever giving and rekindling itself with souls new and old. By this means of creation, you persist. Without a body, you were to either find a new host or find yourself returned to The Nexus. Not by your choice or knowledge, you are pushed to The Nexus turned to ruin in this age of recession. Confused by your surroundings, you find awaken lost in the central ring of The Nexus. What you do now will decide whether your will persists, and if you take a place as a new ruling master of a returned enlightened age.
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This is the first thread for [NEXUS BUILDER].

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Name(What name were you bound by before you found your way here?):
Race(The form of your flame molds to a shape, even as starstuff.):
Gender(Are you a male or female? Perhaps your race is without?):
Color(As little more than will, you appear a mass of color, roughly holding your form.):
Character Background(Tell about your time before The Nexus.):
Planar Background(Surely your world was different as well? Tell about it.):