Phytar
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Level 20 Imperial
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
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Measurements
Length
30.13 m
Wingspan
24.01 m
Weight
8440.04 kg
Genetics
Cherry
Starmap
Starmap
Crimson
Constellation
Constellation
Cantaloupe
Firefly
Firefly
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 20 Imperial
EXP: 598 / 111687
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
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Gen 22
A God that controls the balance between Life and Death. Through his own painful sacrifice and death, Phytar earned his rank among the Celestials.
Rushing into a fire without any forethought, running through the cruel flames licking at his skin, he knew he had to save the ones trapped inside. His own safety never crossed his mind. He found them, trembling with fear, locked in a room he'd had to break the door of.
He rushed through the last bits of fire, shattering the window near the children. A wave of fresh, cool air flooded the room, but the increase of oxygen only encouraged the burning flames to grow. Phytar immediately cleared the window of as much glass as possible, before shouting at the young ones to climb out. He lifted the littlest ones out of the opening he'd made. He followed once he was sure there was nobody left.
He led the group of children away from the flames, to their caretaker who wept on the ground, praying for their safety.
As soon as he knew the children were safe, Phytar gave in. The burns and cuts over his body were too much for his mortal body to handle. His eyes closed, the weakness taking over, but he wasn't afraid. He'd accomplished what he needed to. He saved those in danger, even if it took his own life. He knew he'd be able to watch down on those children, and thanks to him, he'd be able to watch them blossom into beautiful and strong men and women.
Phytar's vision faded to black, but just before he lost consciousness, he saw a figure. A beautiful, glowing woman, a bright pale against the darkened background. She approached him, but his body gave out before he could make out the details of her form.
He didn't expect to wake up. He wasn't sure what he expected, really, but it wasn't the hard earth underneath his body, bright lights blinding him as he tried to look around. A sweet, soothing voice surrounded him.
"Don't wear yourself out so soon." She spoke quietly. He closed his eyes again, feeling his surroundings. He couldn't explain how he could feel her moving about, but he could. He knew she was standing by his head, one of her hands held above his head.
The woman hummed quietly before speaking again. "You're the first to join me. You're the first to prove yourself," she murmured. He stayed silent as her hand finally rested upon his forehead. Her touch was cold. Or was he warm?
"Where am I?" he finally asked. He flinched slightly at the hoarse sound of his own voice, but she didn't move.
"You're at your new home, Phytar. You gave your life for others, and you are being repaid for your sacrifice." His eyebrows furrowed. She wasn't making sense.
"New home?"
"Among the gods, love." Phytar finally opened his eyes, managing to see through the glare of the sun. His blood started rushing as he recognized the woman above him.
She smiled down at him calmly. The delicate pale skin, the flowing violet hair, sparks of light glinting off the locks, imitating the stars. He'd seen her a million times, on the artwork featuring his society's Goddess, Atia. He was to live alongside her?
Atia's expression turned from calm and kind to a firm, authoritative look. She lifted her head, looking up into the skies. He felt all the weight of his body fall away as she spoke in an ancient language he'd never heard before. He had never heard it, but he did understand it.
"Let it be known that as of the seventh moon of the cycle, Phytar walks among us! He has proven his worthiness over again, sacrificing himself for others. From this night onward, Phytar will be known as The God of Life and The God of Death. His path will follow beside mine, as he will protect everyone, alive or passed!" Her voice was surprisingly strong. Phytar felt another strange sensation, one that was hard to describe. It was an emotion he felt through his entire body, some odd mix of fear, strength, and the knowledge that he had done something good.
Phytar felt the power of the Goddess flow through him, strengthening him as she looked to him. He slowly brought himself to his feet, taking her offered hand. She lifted his claws towards the sky. His gaze followed his palm to the sky. He hadn't noticed it darkening. Atia guided him until the tip of his middle claw touched a single star.
Suddenly, the star shot from the sky. A trail of gorgeous blue smoke followed close behind. It seemed to be moving towards him.
Only a second later, Atia guided his claws to close into a tight fist. He felt a small, solid object in his hand. She guided his claws back down, before opening his closed talons. A small pebble-sized stone, glowing in a bright scarlet color with small wisps of black floating through it, rested on his palm.
He allowed his instinct to take over, as he gently pressed the stone to the inside of his other wrist. His eyes closed and his mind went blank before being flooded with the sounds of a million voices, calling his name. Some sounded terrified, as if they were on the edge of a cliff, hanging by a single talon. Others sounded overjoyed as if he had assisted in the dangerous birth of their first child.
Phytar felt hot tears stream down his face. He felt the pain, fury, fear, excitement, joy, and hope of the voices rush through his body.
He understood.
He was to protect everyone. No matter what they did or will do, every life is precious.
Every life must end, though. At one point or another, everything will die.
It was his job to make sure everyone was safe, both before and after that ending.
And he was ready to fulfil that expectation.
He was to protect everyone. No matter what they did or will do, every life is precious.
Every life must end, though. At one point or another, everything will die.
It was his job to make sure everyone was safe, both before and after that ending.
And he was ready to fulfil that expectation.
Today, Phytar watches over the world. He greets every new-fallen soul and guides them to their new home, wherever that may be. He protects the world beside his fellow deities, guiding us as best as he can.
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