IRYL (THEY/THEM) - PANSEXUAL / DEMIROMANTIC - SINGLE
MAYBE OPEN FOR (OOC) BREEDINGS
MAYBE OPEN FOR (OOC) BREEDINGS
Iryl, deity of pride
Iryl
- deity of pride / all sexualities & identities
- created by the sheer masses celebrating pride
- very young, hopeful and naive
- full of love and cuddles
- possesses the magic of protection
-- their horn can conjure a protective shield
- also minor healing abilities
- an outsider amongst deities
- is rather among mortals
- will mainly be found at pride or wherever "their protegees" need them
- quite emotional
-- depending on their emotions, certain colours on their body glow more or less (e.g. when they are angry, red glows brighter)
- literally sparkles in the sun
- and glows in the dark
- amazed by all things mortals create
-- especially food and glowy things (glow sticks, lava lamps, disco balls etc.)
- deity of pride / all sexualities & identities
- created by the sheer masses celebrating pride
- very young, hopeful and naive
- full of love and cuddles
- possesses the magic of protection
-- their horn can conjure a protective shield
- also minor healing abilities
- an outsider amongst deities
- is rather among mortals
- will mainly be found at pride or wherever "their protegees" need them
- quite emotional
-- depending on their emotions, certain colours on their body glow more or less (e.g. when they are angry, red glows brighter)
- literally sparkles in the sun
- and glows in the dark
- amazed by all things mortals create
-- especially food and glowy things (glow sticks, lava lamps, disco balls etc.)
a new deity comes to be
Most deities have existed for millenia; many of them once shapeless entities that decided to show themselves in the form of a Viscet. Some deities are born - created by others for many reasons.
And then there are deities which simply come to be. Those are rare, however, as their existence requires a great mass of people praying to them and celebrating them. Which is, if we may be honest, almost impossible if you don't exist yet.
But sometimes they come to be. It is why every bigger religion's god does exist somewhere, in some form. Iryl is one of them. They are, however, quite different.
They exist simply because of pride.
Most other deities are under the impression that Iryl is not one of them. They're so youthful, hopeful, naive. They have no powers of creation or death, they cannot even control the weather or someone's emotions or thoughts. However, they can do something else; something that might not be important in the eyes of most other deities, but something that is essential for communal life: they bring peace. Unity.
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Stonewall. That's where everything began. And over the past 40 years, the masses have grown bigger and stronger. They laugh together, they cry together, they are there for each other. They wave their flags in unity and they all have one thing in common: Pride.
Now, every big religion has their own deity. They are no religion, instead, they are something even bigger, even more beautiful. They do not pray to a deity, as none of them would ever listen to them.
But they are in great numbers, a vast community. And when thousands of thousands get together to celebrate the same thing, that's more than enough for a deity to be born.
They were there all of a sudden. Iryl, they called themselves. They did not know where the name came from, but they knew what it meant: playing with colors. And they just looked the part, too. Their feathers sparkled in all the colors of the rainbow, reflecting the light. They were as if a bucket of glitter had come to life.
The other deities didn't like Iryl or their sudden appearance. The others thought of them as strange - too bubbly, too naive, too kind. But Iryl didn't care, especially since the other deities were none of their business. As soon as they had adjusted to their newfound existance, they left the realm of the gods and went down to eqorah.
They hoped to see their people, together, celebrating. What they didn't expect was misery, shame, outcast.
"Eqorah is just like that." The other deities told Iryl.
"But I don't want it to be like that." They sighed. They closed their eyes and remembered the vast, colorful parade they had seen flashing before their eyes, just when they had been created. And there must be a reason for their existance, right? They had been told that: Somebody out there must have been celebrating them. Otherwise, they wouldn't exist.
But where were they?
The other deities didn't care much about Iryl, they still thought that Iryl didn't belong with them. So Iryl left again, even though the mortal planet scared them. It was full of hate, full of cold hearts who wished harm upon those like them. Although they knew that nobody could harm them, they were still scared. Too young, too inexperienced, too lonely.
Everything would change, however, when - after quite some time, when they had managed to gather some strength - came across their first pride.
It had been the voices calling out to them, basically dragging them to the place. And they could not believe their eyes for what they saw: for this was the temple they had been yearning for. Thousands of Viscets, thousands of colors united. And as one of the laughing and celebrating Viscets put a flower crown on their head, they realized that they had found home.
And Iryl could feel the magic growing inside of them. Peace. Unity. Protection. His powers.
These were the people they were born to protect.
And Iryl knew, that they would fight for their people, no matter what. After all, these Viscets were the reason for their existance. The masses might not realize that their angel was among them, but for Iryl, it didn't matter.
And when they came back to the realm of gods, they had a smile on their face, for the first time.
"I found my calling." They laughed out. "Unity. Peace."
"A bit too ambitious for one with no power."
And Iryl shook their head, their horn glowing just like their pelt.
"I don't need power. They are my power. Together we are strong. I'm just there to protect them."
And then there are deities which simply come to be. Those are rare, however, as their existence requires a great mass of people praying to them and celebrating them. Which is, if we may be honest, almost impossible if you don't exist yet.
But sometimes they come to be. It is why every bigger religion's god does exist somewhere, in some form. Iryl is one of them. They are, however, quite different.
They exist simply because of pride.
Most other deities are under the impression that Iryl is not one of them. They're so youthful, hopeful, naive. They have no powers of creation or death, they cannot even control the weather or someone's emotions or thoughts. However, they can do something else; something that might not be important in the eyes of most other deities, but something that is essential for communal life: they bring peace. Unity.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Stonewall. That's where everything began. And over the past 40 years, the masses have grown bigger and stronger. They laugh together, they cry together, they are there for each other. They wave their flags in unity and they all have one thing in common: Pride.
Now, every big religion has their own deity. They are no religion, instead, they are something even bigger, even more beautiful. They do not pray to a deity, as none of them would ever listen to them.
But they are in great numbers, a vast community. And when thousands of thousands get together to celebrate the same thing, that's more than enough for a deity to be born.
They were there all of a sudden. Iryl, they called themselves. They did not know where the name came from, but they knew what it meant: playing with colors. And they just looked the part, too. Their feathers sparkled in all the colors of the rainbow, reflecting the light. They were as if a bucket of glitter had come to life.
The other deities didn't like Iryl or their sudden appearance. The others thought of them as strange - too bubbly, too naive, too kind. But Iryl didn't care, especially since the other deities were none of their business. As soon as they had adjusted to their newfound existance, they left the realm of the gods and went down to eqorah.
They hoped to see their people, together, celebrating. What they didn't expect was misery, shame, outcast.
"Eqorah is just like that." The other deities told Iryl.
"But I don't want it to be like that." They sighed. They closed their eyes and remembered the vast, colorful parade they had seen flashing before their eyes, just when they had been created. And there must be a reason for their existance, right? They had been told that: Somebody out there must have been celebrating them. Otherwise, they wouldn't exist.
But where were they?
The other deities didn't care much about Iryl, they still thought that Iryl didn't belong with them. So Iryl left again, even though the mortal planet scared them. It was full of hate, full of cold hearts who wished harm upon those like them. Although they knew that nobody could harm them, they were still scared. Too young, too inexperienced, too lonely.
Everything would change, however, when - after quite some time, when they had managed to gather some strength - came across their first pride.
It had been the voices calling out to them, basically dragging them to the place. And they could not believe their eyes for what they saw: for this was the temple they had been yearning for. Thousands of Viscets, thousands of colors united. And as one of the laughing and celebrating Viscets put a flower crown on their head, they realized that they had found home.
And Iryl could feel the magic growing inside of them. Peace. Unity. Protection. His powers.
These were the people they were born to protect.
And Iryl knew, that they would fight for their people, no matter what. After all, these Viscets were the reason for their existance. The masses might not realize that their angel was among them, but for Iryl, it didn't matter.
And when they came back to the realm of gods, they had a smile on their face, for the first time.
"I found my calling." They laughed out. "Unity. Peace."
"A bit too ambitious for one with no power."
And Iryl shook their head, their horn glowing just like their pelt.
"I don't need power. They are my power. Together we are strong. I'm just there to protect them."