#;ra

I’m making the whole “Liane and Jinn coming back together and being whole” character into a thing, a separate character. To be used sparingly, sort of like Aevum. Both because a literal goddess being a bit too OP, and because it’s kind of an esoteric and indulgent concept.

Of course, Liane + Jinn does not necessarily equal Ra, although for all intents and purposes the entity that results from their union fulfills that role. It’s just, too much has happened. Jinn has been her own thing for thousands of years, and Liane is only the latest of many reincarnations.

Two alternate takes of a potential “full power Liane”

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The one on the left was designed during the Black Hole craze a while back. The idea being that since a black hole is basically a dead star gone collapsed in on itself, then the same can happen to an embodiment of the Sun like Liane is. It’s not a fully fleshed out concept, I admit. It was sort of conceptualized as “Liane having no restraints but becomes an abomination in the process”.

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The one on the right is much more of what I would consider a “canon” Liane fulfilling her full potential. It’s Liane if she were to ever completely reunite with Jinn, in the process effectively resurrecting Ra, Firstborn of the God of Light. But, you know, as Liane.

Conceptually, it’s kind of like when Kami fused with Piccolo. Where it still looked like Piccolo and acted like Piccolo, but that was more for convenience's sake, and in reality he had become the Unnamed Namekian his two halves used to be.

Of course, Liane becomes a literal goddess in the process so... suck it Piccolo.

An Equation for Divinity

It is entirely accurate to say that Remnant only has two true deities, the Gods of Light and Darkness. It was they who crafted the world from nothing, and who ended it just as easily. But since the closing of the First Age of Mankind, they have taken a backseat to mortal affairs. They have made it a strict law that they shall not interfere with humanity. They don’t even pay attention.

But that doesn’t mean that there hasn’t been the periodic divine interference every now and then.

The Gods of Light and Darkness are the only true deities on Remnant, but existing as a god is far different than existing as a mere mortal. They have... aspects of themselves. Splinters with their own wills. Their children, so to speak. These beings dub themselves the Firstborns. Divine in nature, but not gods in their own right, wholly bound to their “parents” like they are.

The Firstborn of Light became known as Ra, a name that the mortals bequeathed him upon his first visit to Remnant. Ra, being the aspect of his father that controlled the Sun, grew fascinated with humanity over his eons of watching them from his fiery abode. He would periodically journey down to Remnant when his father was not looking and dwell among the humans, eventually coming to lord over them like a king. Eventually, a witch outed him to his father and uncle, and as punishment, Ra has been forced to reincarnate as a human ever since.

The Firstborn of Darkness became known as Aurora, a name that she adopted herself. Aurora has historically been a temperamental being, much like her father. She embodies the concept of change and progress, balancing the ideals of creation and destruction. She abhors the status quo wherever it happens... and is often regarded as the Herald of the Apocalypse. But much like a forest fire burns down the woods, it also spurs on new life to take hold. Such is her role. But much like her fellow Firstborn, she could not keep away from humanity forever... And she paid the price for it.

A chart explaining the connection between Liane, Jinn, and Ra.

As anyone who’s been following me for a while knows, my lore for Liane and Jinn is a result of force welding my headcanons for the Haven statue before V6 premiered (a whole goddess of the sun thing) with what canon explicitly stated once Jinn was revealed.

Long ago, before humanity rose from the ashes, the gods departed from their creation.

The brothers of light and dark deemed humanity unworthy and in an act of divine judgement, wiped them off from the face of the world.

But mortals are resilient creatures. Over time they came to recover from the cataclysm, unknowing of the heights they had once reached. They played and lived in the mud and dirt, for they knew nothing better.

Always was a great eye watching. A golden orb in the sky, the bringer of day and life. The Sun, for he was the Son of the Light.

It was in his nature to care and to nurture, to bring life to a barren world. He had watched humanity repopulate after his uncle’s cruel punishment, he had watched them crawl out from the sea foam once more.

The Sun could not understand why his father and uncle would leave like they did, nor did he understand why they forbade any interaction with their creation.

And so the Sun, always the most brilliant light in the sky, always one to follow the beat of their own drum, visited the world below. It was a Remnant of what it once was, but there was life there, and where there was life there was potential.

Thus the Sun began to visit humanity under the cover of night, when his family would expect him to be resting from his long day of work. He took a human form to walk among the humans, and he took a human name per the custom of the people.

The Sun had a name now, one he had chosen for himself: Ra.

The more Ra interacted with the primitive peoples, the more he became sure of their potential. If only they had someone to guide them out of their squalor!

Why not himself?

Thinking that he was quite clever, Ra began his conquest of the fertile river valleys in the far west. But only at night, to keep his cover. Were his family’s attentions to be turned to his antics then all would be lost. Over time the people began to worship him and call him Pharaoh, the great house which the kingdom rested on.

At night, Ra would rule justly and fairly, bringing civilization to the primitive remnants of humanity. By day, Ra would retreat to the heavens to keep the Sun in the sky. A god did not need to rest. For centuries he ruled, and ruled well, but it was not to last.

One day, a witch from the east came to his court. Her skin and hair were as pale as freshly fallen snow, and her eyes were the color of blood. She greeted him pleasantly, always smirking as if she knew something he didn’t. The witch admitted that she became interested when she had heard of a king that did not age, one that held up the Sun in the sky.

Ra quickly realized who this woman was. It was the blasphemer that had angered his father and uncle, the one that had gotten humanity destroyed the first time. Panic overtook Ra. It would be so easy for this woman to ruin him.

And she did.

For the first time since humanity rose out of the dirt once more, the names of the Brother’s Grimm were invoked. It happened in an instant. Humanity should not know they exist, so of course it caught their attention. They appeared in the courtroom that was far too small to hold their grandeur. 

The God of Light glanced at the witch, the blasphemer he knew all too well, and then glanced at his errant son, who he knew even in this human disguise. Understanding why he was summoned, the gods dismissed the witch without punishment. She would not be rewarded for good behavior, but neither would she be punished. She lived to see another day, though that was not her intent.

The Father told the Son to come home. The Son refused. The Son argued his case, but the Father would have none of it. But the Son refused once more and held his ground. The Father found himself forced to deal with his troublesome child.

The struggle created a vast desert, one that stands there even to this day. It is a symbol of the Sun’s hubris.

Ra’s human disguise was torn from him, his body destroyed but he was a god - his spirit remained. He was dragged back to the heavens where he belonged and chained to his star. There he would remain while his father and uncle deliberated over his punishment. But eternity passes in the blink of an eye of divinity. By the time the punishment was decided a handful of millennia had passed in the world below.

The Sun struggled and screamed as he was told his punishment. As he had loved humanity so much, he would live among them. He would be the lowliest among them. His memories would be stripped from him and he would be forced to permanently take the form of a human, until such a time his father decreed otherwise.

Ra was cast down out of heaven, but he was not Ra anymore. The spirit remained, but those memories were gone, in the grasp of his father. The Sun was born a small human girl in bondage, a slave. Thus the story of Amateru began, unbeknownst to even her.

She could not have known that the Lamp, that catcher of light, she thought was her destiny was a trap. The relic was designed to beckon to her and her alone, to lure her in and make sure that the troublesome child of the Light could never interfere with the gods’ plans again.

When Amateru touched the Lamp and accepted the mantle of Jinn, she could not comprehend what she had done. Perhaps if she had still retained the memories of Ra, she would have stayed far away.

The Lamp tore her in two. The divinity of Ra and the persona of Amateru stayed with the Lamp and became the Being of Knowledge. The immortal and fiery spirit of the Sun could not be contained by such a paltry toy. It reincarnated and continues to do so over and over again, an endless cycle of power and uncertainty, always becoming a mortal that Ra loved so much.

It is an unnatural thing. A cursed thing. The Sun’s very soul scream in agony at being torn asunder, but the host can rarely tell. It is something they live with all their lives, after all. How can they be expected to know the difference?

Send a 🙌 and I’ll introduce you to an NPC related to my Muse.

Ianus Basilius - A member of Mistral’s council and the adopted father of Renatus. Competent, but overlooks details he views as unimportant in his quest for more power... Like how being responsible for Adrastia’s situation has turned her against him.

Vesna Phanes - The missing sister of Renatus. Unbeknownst to him, she haunts him like a guardian angel... or a shadow. Constantly wars with herself over the decisions she’s made in life, tearing herself apart. A schrodinger’s cat, of sorts.