#godformers

Godformers

Exactly like what it is, the transformers are gods, demigods, mythical creatures. And reader can be a mere mortal, or mortal blessed by a certain god, or a god too (small or powerful), or demigod :3 -- so many possibilities but me liking the mortal blessed by god one.

Can be either Human or Cybertronian.

You don't get far. For a God of War, Megatron is great at hunting and he uses his of millions of years of experience to track you down.

No reason to leave your capture to lesser Gods that follow him. If you want something done properly you do it yourself.

Another morsel for his eternal hunger. Four violent optics gleam in the dark temple, purple biolights pulsing as the massive mech moves into sight, staring down at the bound mortal.

A thick, sharp talon reaches down, curling around the heaviest chain to effortlessly snap it. "Little mortal~ What a pretty little snack you are." He rumbles, almost gently. Almost. There's a thread of mocking wound into the soft tones, a hungry gleam in those vivid optics.

Prowl gingerly lifted the crude creation. The disc in his hand lit up, an ominous red light lifting the wheel made of green and purple metal and deep, deep red crystals. Crystals only found in the Kaon mines, hard to come by for any outsiders. As the light from the disc charged the crystals the whole wheel started to spin gently, as a tune rose. 

Prowl watched in silence as the crystals sung, much like the once in his garden but yet so very different. It was a lullaby he realized with great surprise. A Kaon lullaby sung by the crystals at it’s very heart and the Constructors had just given it to him. Wanting nothing but his affections.

Prowl had guarded his people for an eternity, he had defended and judged and with cruel precision made heartless choices. He was feared and respected and he had rarely been wrong in his judgements.

...and yet he found himself having misjudged his suitors completely.

Most of what I miss about having a house is being outside it! Just... having space to breath. Getting to make yourself a mess because you have a place to wash it all off. 

Man... if Prowl could see me now. Enjoying frikkin’ nature.

Ow.

Ow ow ow- wait- why is this happening now nobody’s sent out the- the-!!

Basics

Title :  Astraeus or Astraios the Titan-god of the dusk. Nephthys, goddess of night, death and birth. Sehkt is their current title.

Domain : The night sky, and all it contains. Astronomy and the navigation of the stars.

Alignment : lawful neutral.

Residence : The space where light cannot reach, the clusters of newborn stars yet to fully ignite, nebulae drifting through galaxies.

Appearance

A being seemingly made of dark matter, the force that is the building blocks of the very multiverse. A pull of some kind of force seems to hold their wispy husk of a body together, gleaming with stars and burning quasars which endlessly shift in the never still matter that is Sehkt. 

Disposition : Prefers to witness and watch than participate, deeming his duties far more interesting than that of mortal affairs or that of his relations. Easily bored by lesser knowledgeable beings and will only be interested in those of great intellect.

Weaponry : nuclear fusion, anti-matter, radiation, etc.

Powers :  His very being is unstable, able to warp into the horrors that only space and the matter of creation can provide. Can forge new stars, planets and astronomical bodies to place in the universe. Intensely knowledgeable.

Attire : N/A

Patronage

Symbolic flora : 

Symbolic fauna : Glass Lilleths.

Symbolic satellite : N/A

Symbolic gemstone : Fire opal.

Symbolic consumable : Vossian crystals.

Favoured offering(s) : Maps of the stars, telescopes and navigational instruments, research and books on the universe, creations inspired by his work.

Favoured blessing/curse(s) : Ethereal projecting to explore the world freely while sleeping, knowledge on his realms, perhaps a mythical trinket like a locket holding the light of a newborn star to guide them on their way to success. Curses include blindness, eyesight shrouded in blackness during the night even when surrounded by light. A horrid knowledge of what can lurk between the realms of the universe, in terrible cases letting them know the powers of a black hole first hand.

Sissam, the Sea God

A familiar voice, a presence he’d missed, one he very nearly lost track of.  The dusty little shrine glowed and he made his presence know. For such a small shrine he could not step though, only send a ghost of a projection.