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So kiddies, it's that time of year again--that's right, Christmas! And because staff are so full of festive spirit, we're having an RP contest where you can win your very own custom 'deity! The first custom 'deity released to the general public, in fact!

So, I'm sure you're wanting more details~

The best entry will win a custom deity, colored by our lovely Mali! The judges of this contest will be Mali and Rea, and here is the rubric they will be using! (You may ask for your scores after the winner has been announced, if you like~)



How much does it cost to enter? Absolutely nothing! How much will it cost if you win? Only 30k! (Note: price may go up if there are copious line edits/other complex designs~) That's cheaper than even regular customs, guys. We spoil you so hard :p

How long is it running? From 7 PM CST Dec 18th to 11:59 PM CST Dec 31st

So, now that we've got that all out of the way, it's prompt time!

Prompt 1: What is the deity's relationship to the tribe and their elder/elder-to-be? Are there any problems between them? If so, what are they, and how are they dealt with?

Prompt 2: The 'deity is off on Important Deity Business. What exactly is this business they're doing? (Put it another way: what does the 'deity do when they're not directly dealing with the tribe?)

Prompt 3: What does the 'deity think of other tribes/their patron deities? BFFs? Enemies? Doesn't really know them, but is happy that way? Doesn't know them, but wants to get to know them? Other? Why do they think this way?

Prompt 4: The 'deity doesn't have a tribe yet, how sad! sad Or are they happy without a tribe to have to look after day after day after day? Pretty much: how does the 'deity feel about not having a tribe, and why? If they want a tribe, what steps are they taking to get one started? If they don't, what are they doing to discourage one from starting?

Prompt 5: Rea, Rea, I have something not on the list I wanna talk about! To do this, you must PM Anrea to get approval before using this. Considering that Rea is being eaten by RL, she highly recommends you guys try to answer the other prompts, because odds are she will be a slowbutt about getting to PMs, and you don't wanna miss out on this once in a lifetime opportunity because Rea is being om-nom-nomed on, now do you~



FAQs

1. Can I combine prompts?

As long as they're "pre-existing" (as in, not the "Rea, Rea, I have a different idea!" one), then of course! :3

Your name: Reoakee
HB's name: Pestilence
HB's mood: Empty
HB's gender: Female
What is their domain? Contagious epidemic diseases.
Brief physical description: Pestilence has green eyes that appear cold and empty. Her fur is a decaying vomit green with small red/yellow splotches that are actually scabs. Sometimes one of them will ooze but that is of little concern. She wears a worn leather necklace that has a skull on it and there are always flies or black dust at her feet.

Prompt Number: Prompt 4- The 'deity doesn't have a tribe yet, how sad! Or are they happy without a tribe to have to look after day after day after day? Pretty much: how does the 'deity feel about not having a tribe, and why? If they want a tribe, what steps are they taking to get one started? If they don't, what are they doing to discourage one from starting?
Prompt Reply:
Pestilence’s existence is moving from one domain to another causing disease and leaving pain and morning in her wake. She is a harbinger of sickness and she does her job all too well. It isn’t that she particularly enjoys her work, rather it simply what she does. There is no regret or triumph in her actions. She has no need or want of a tribe to tie her down to one land. Neither solitude nor company gives her pleasure. She carries no favorites and cannot be swayed by pity. No one would pray to this empty soul deity, those who dare find they are not safe from her powers as they so misguidedly believe.

She does run across tribes from time to time her travels though. Much to the dismay of those whose path she crosses.

Tales of Pestilence.

ტne day as she was traveling she noted several foxes gathering in an area. Perhaps it is the start of a new tribe. Continuing on she found a clearing with many vixens in it. The females were preparing for an attack of some kind hiding the kits in a small hole in the ground. Pestilence realized the two groups must be enemies and would be attacking one another soon. Still it was no concern of hers. War was not her domain. Very slowly she came forward and placed an unseen paw over the head of a male kit as a vixen dragged him into hiding. Then she withdrew having no reason to stay. The moddeity may have continued her travels but this was the result. The kit became feverish and that fever spread to his careers and the other kits in hiding. It passed to the vixen who brought them all food and out to the front lines where the others waited ready for battle. It passed onto the foxes that came that very evening to assault the now plagued group. As they passed into the clearing they checked the other foxes for life and kicked the surviving ill foxes. This action caused the illness to be transferred to them. Soon all of the foxes in the clearing carried Pestilence’s horrid gift. Those that survived pray never to feel the touch of Pestilence again.

𝔉 eeling her name being called Pestilence traveled to what was a newly built shrine. There she found a tribe built and apparently they worshiped the moddeity of Death and all moddeities who can bring death. Pestilence walked the paths of the unseen as only a moddeity can once in the shrine she found a ‘Phim vixen praying for her sister to be saved from an illness as though Pestilence could actually take the illness back. Pestilence reached out and brushed the vixen’s shoulder and continued to the next fox deep in prayer. This time it was a Deava male praying for his enemies to succumb with disease. He too was touched. The third prayer was the tribe’s elder who was old and ready to pass to the next life. He only asked for escape into Psyche’s paws. As Pestilence left the shrine that day, the first of the foxes dropped to the stone floor, swiftly to be followed by the other two. All had been released from their mortal coil. Pestilence didn’t care if they had lived or died. She only did as she always did.

After Note: Please don’t ask me what made me think of Pestilence. I guess I saw “war” and “death” in the moddeities domain list and though her because of that. >.< I don’t know. All I know is I can see her in my head and it scares me.

Your name: --cosmicneo-queenbunni--
HB's name: Astraia (Greek name meaning "starry one")
HB's mood: Bright
HB's gender: Female
What is their domain? Stars
Brief physical description: Going to leave the design up to Mali, cause I have no idea? 8D;; And I like giving artists freedom and what not. Though for the base color... maybe something like this? (hex color #5C246E)

Prompt Number: 3
Prompt Reply:

For all that she is a bright and shining individual, Astraia doesn't really converse much with others. She knows a little bit about Selene, but not enough she'd call the deity a friend. After all the moon and the stars may both shine in the night sky but that doesn't mean they're the best of friends.

To be honest she doesn't know many of the other deities, be it by name of domain. She's heard of the sun Deity but has yet to meet them. She might like to one day, if only so she can learn their name much like she knows Selene's. And why not? They all belong in the sky as celestial bound deities. Nothing wrong with that.

In the long run, perhaps, she'd like to meet and befriend a few. Just because she shines brightly doesn't mean she's not lonely. In fact she finds she's often happier when there are others near by! The more the merrier, as the saying goes. But for now she's content to play among the stars and do her job as their deity. She's in no rush to make friends, she has all the time in the world.

Your name: Nasaiki
HB's name: Atum
HB's mood: Discerning
HB's gender: Male
What is their domain? Rivers
Brief physical description: Going to leave the design up to the Mali. I just ask that it be Egyptian themed with the colors, purple white and Black with maybe a bit of gold. More shades of purple than the other colors however.

Prompt Number: prompt #5 (rea okay'ed it ^_^):
What influence did your modeity have in the creation of your tribe? How does he feel about it and what are his thoughts on its progress over time? (since I used a make your own prompt I thought I would write out the prompt I used)
Prompt Reply:
For the longest time Darkness was all that he could remember; cold, wet utter darkness. There wasn’t any life or sound or emotion. Just those utter feelings of emptiness. Atum was lost in despair and at the time he didn’t understand why he felt that way. He had only known this cold empty void and nothing else. How was he to know he was a creature that thrived on life and warmth and order, or even what his whole purpose was in his long life?

Then bit by agonizing bit things changed. Slowly the light began filtering in and touching his inky and jet black wet world. It illuminated his prison and Atum instantly knew he wanted more. He began struggling towards the source of light but no matter how hard he tried he just could’t get anywhere. Finally, things seemed to go his way and he broke out of the prison only to find him self stranded on another one. He had to admit this small prison was indefinitely better even if it was a small little bit of land. It was different from the cold prison and he was able to bask in the warm light from the sun.

Over time Atum watched as the island got bigger and bigger and eventually went farther than he could see. However, he did have to admit it was still so empty. He knew there was something he should do. There was something he could do, but the answer escaped him. Finally it connected and he knew a small part of his purpose. He could grant this desert of a land a way to change. After all Atum had the gift of making water.

Well in a form at least, he couldn’t create and mess with the large body of seas to the north and east of him. No he dare not touch those; they were the domain of another being like him. It was not his, and Atum adhered to anything it was honor and personal boundary.

Here there where no large bodies of water. He could definitely do something. After all it was worth the shot. It would have to bring some sort of change.

As he brought his gift of waters to the land, rivers sprung all over the place and green flourished in many different forms. Eventually something wonderful occurred. Life came to his part of the world and Atum was extremely happy until he lost it again. His rivers weren’t stable and they over time dried up and the life he had come to love disappeared again. The foxes he could see and talk to disappeared following the water.

Atum had traveled around for a bit and seen the different tribes. He had seen how happy the modeities that governed them and advised the strange creatures called modifoxes were. After all, out of all the animals on the planet the modifoxes were the closest to their image. Some could even talk to him. He knew instantly he wanted something similar, something he could call his own.

So he traveled back to his land and tried his luck with creating rivers again. Eventually they too failed. With growing frustration at every failure, Atum almost gave up. However, he was a stubborn Modeity and he just didn’t want to admit defeat. Eventually he got it and he made one massive powerful and life giving river. It carved out his land and flowed into many branches over his land some times. It was around then he caught the attention of another Modeity who wanted to be his partner in governing the land.

The partnership was perfect. Osiris could bring in the humans and the modifoxes Atum so wanted and life would be even more spectacular. Atum wondered why the other modeity would give up his own right to rule a tribe, but Osiris’s tale was for another time.

As Atum controlled the balance of water to spreed the greenery, Osiris called to his own domain of kings and elders and eventually humans and modifoxes entered their domain once again. With their help monuments of enormous size had sprung up, things called temples and pyramids graced his land. He could even talk to a small number of foxes like the other modeities had done and help them with advice and guidance. It was rather fascinating to see such free will so Atum barely threw around his authority. He was happy they followed his code of order.

Atum was thriving; the emptiness was gone. The loneliness was gone. He had foxes to watch over and advice to pass on and help them in their troubles. It was perfect… too perfect. Atum knew the balance of his land depended on order and balance of chaos but since there was so much peace he had grown complacent. He shouldn’t have.

Set, a vicious modeity, had grown envious at his Brother Osiris’s success and had attacked their land instantly destroying and eroding the green and life. Humans and Modifoxes a like perished in droves and Atum for once found he was powerless to stop it. He had been out talking with another modeity; helping them with their own land. By the time Atum had returned barely any thing was left.

Thinking back during those dark years Atum could admit truly everything would have been lost if Osiris hadn’t still been alive. He had been barely hanging in there but it was still enough for Atum to help the modeity and get him back to health. Deciding to start over once again it was then Osiris felt the calling of his domain. He had convinced Atum there was a way to rebuild. After all Set had failed to destroy the line of elders. Instantly Atum set out on a quest to find this last remaining fox and rebuild.

Of course Atum had succeeded. The tribe he was watching in the disguise as a cheetah was proof of that. Oh it wasn’t as full as his last one and there where some major problems that needed a bit of fixing. After all most of the members where a bit rough around the edges and the whole group was stubborn as all get out. Atum did have to admit it was a good little tribe though. They were loyal towards one another and Horus was a patient and at times rather wise elder to be, like he should be of course.

Atum knew it had the potential to go back to the time the old kemet was in its prime and Atum would try all in his power to help it succeed. This tribe was his and Osiris and no one could touch it. This time Set would not win. It would be harder this time for Set to destroy it because they understood the desert’s threats now and the treachery Set brought with him. This time his tribe would prevail.

(I added spaces so that it would be a bit easier to read but its only about a page and a half on word with normal formatting)

Your name: Juliette06
HB's name: Solarus
HB's mood: Sunny
HB's gender: Male
What is their domain? The Sun
Brief physical description: (need to re-find xp I will edit it in~)

Prompt Number: 1 & 2
Prompt Reply: Solarus never got tired. He was the physical embodiment of the sun--he never slept, he was constantly traveling all around the world, bringing lights to the dark places, to everywhere. Maybe that was why it was a little difficult for him to understand when he saw his little pet project--an ousted Elder, all rainbow-y and bright-- giving up and laying down in Solarus' favorite place: the desert.
Sol had been following this particular fox for quite some time; he had even nosed his way into his previous tribe, much to Thoth's chagrin--except Conundrum hadn't even known that; he only knew that he was compelled to worship brightness, in whatever way it formed.
Well, Thoth was certainly getting his revenge for that. Now, instead of a tribe worshiping the sun, he was stuck with a tribe worshiping the sun, the Oasis (Miraja was such a copycat!) and brightness. Why couldn't he just have one thing that was just his? He so obviously deserved it.
Solarus peered down from his high, far-flung-in-the-sky perch at his tribe, the one named for him (at least he had that!), Solarie. The one that old lazy-bones Conundrum had finally gotten around to forming, after ages of whining and thinking he was crazy and hearing voices. What sort of Elder questioned his deities? Not a very good one.
Solarus rolled his eyes and shook his great glowing head. He was being foolish and petty, far too immature for his age (which was, yanno, a lot). So what if he had to share? He was the main focus, which was the point. And where would they be without the sun? Even Evus liked him, and Evus didn't like anybody. Selene, his sort-of sister in that she was the goddess of the Moon while he was the God of the Sun, thought she was too far above everyone to really be compared (Solarus thought that her thinking she was so above him made her that much below him). Ewya was alright to Solarus, but still not quite as good--because his forests wouldn't be able to get anywhere without the light of the sun. The ocean...well, the ocean could survive without him, maybe, but it still wouldn't be as beautiful--there was nothing quite like the image of a sunrise on the ocean's wave. He guessed the 'Deity of the Ocean was okay, if only because he made what was already beautiful even more beautiful. Then there was the 'Deities of Good will and Angst. Good Will was okay, but not the very best (especially not when compared to himself) because he mostly showed up around Christmastime, and during the winter the sun was less visible then. So lame. Angst...well, all he liked was Darkness. Guh. No, definitely not. Memories...how could anyone not like memories? He was a decent enough fellow, and his domain was quite pleasant. He liked remembering things, after all--especially the sunrises and sunsets.

Man. Everybody owed him so much, he should just have all the tribes worship him. While he pondered that thought, he let the sun set in the west, then after a moment decided he could make the sunset particularly beautiful today. As the sky became a particularly stunning shade of pink and orange and bright flaming red, Solarus took flight once again, going higher and higher until he couldn't make out anything but the vague blurring shapes of everyone and everything far far below him, everyone who owed him and everyone who would enjoy his lovely, lovely sunset. He loved his job.

Your name: jinxgirl5
HB's name: Nyx
HB's mood: Mysterious
HB's gender: Female
What is their domain? Modeity of Darkness (ex. night and shadows)
Brief physical description: Black eyes and body. Mane, tail tufts, etc. gradually fading into deep blue with stars, like the night sky, with black streaks running through as though the black from her body is reaching in. Mali has total freedom over this though, and if she wants to move or add colors and designs then she can go for it. If possible exaggerate her shadow on her cert.

Prompt Number: Prompt 4 specifically, but prompt 3 might leak in as well.
Prompt Reply:
Nyx walked across the heavens, darkness slowly spreading in her wake as she looked down on the earth below. She was one of the oldest modeities, so vast in both awareness and power that even though her body was the same size as any other deity's her presence felt much larger. Now was twilight, the time when she rose from the east to claim the sky while the Modeity of the Sun retreated to the west.

Twilight happened to be one of her favorite moments. It filled Nyx with a sense of......pride? Affection? Maybe a mixture of both. She loved to watch the changes in the land as she spread her soft blanket of darkness over the sky, as the creatures that paid homage to the sun retreated and those who rejoiced in her domain began to stir. There were some who might pity Nyx, overlooked or under-appreciated; the arrival of the night sky largely anticipated because of the moon and stars, those famed, coveted jewels embedded in the black velvet of her body. She would just laugh though, and tell you to save your pity for the moon. Poor Selene, who's radiance was largely borrowed from the sun and made special by the night!

She didn't need a tribe dedicated to her to be happy, for she already received plenty of praise from nocturnal creatures. Nyx was particularly fond of nocturnal tribes, official or not, and was quite willing to grant them the occasional favor when their wishes fell under her jurisdiction. Maybe one day, if the right fox came along, she would champion a tribe of her own. Perhaps a sister tribe whose roots could be found in the moon tribe, Lunarie; after all what better place to start a love of the dark than in a tribe that loved the moon?

No, her thoughts were getting ahead of her common sense. After all Nyx was the embodiment of darkness and the moon, among other things, was a beacon of light that cut through the dark. She would have to search in the shadows, among forests so thick that even the sun had trouble reaching through or in caves that had long lost the memory of what light was like. There were a handful of other nocturnal tribes, but none solely dedicated to the dark. It would take time, but one of the perks of immortality meant that time was something you had plenty of. The annoyingly cryptic Modiety of Time was always promising good things to those who waited....

Nyx sighed softly and shook her head as though dispersing annoying insects. Patience was something she had plenty of, but sometimes thoughts could be distracting. A diversion was in order, perhaps a contest with Time to see who could be the most secretive. Yes, that would do quite nicely. Nyx bounded across sky, leaving thoughts of tribes behind her.

Your name: SilverShieldwolf
HB's name: Puck
HB's mood: Crafty
HB's gender: Male
What is their domain? Pranks/Jokes
Brief physical description: He is orange, silver and red. His pattern doesn’t really matter as long as he looks somewhat innocent. That way he can bring more into his domain smile
Prompt Number: Prompt 4
Prompt Reply:
Puck is one for pranks and jokes to be played on the unsuspecting or even the suspecting. There are only so many you can pull on his fellow higher beings, before they start getting upset. The others are stronger, for there are more who believe in them. After a few years of being without true followers, Puck started to feel impish because he wanted them. It would be so much better if he could bring them from his fellow Higher Beings.

He started first looking through the current tribes. As he searched, he found a couple that played pranks on some of the others. As he watched them, he realized they were not for him. They only played pranks on certain days and Puck wanted pranks played daily and on everyone. One day he decided to change the way he searched. This day, he made himself look just like the rest of the foxes in the forest.

The deity sat down to think how to get even one fox to follow him. When he thinks, he moves around, normally getting ready to pull a prank on the next fox. “Okay, Puck. We need to find a way to get a fox.” He pulled a vine out and wrapped it around a couple of trees. As he continued with the prank his brain worked on a way to get followers. He dug a pit, deep enough to trap them in there for the leaves to fall down and cover whoever fell into the pit.

A burgundy colored fox made his way through the forest unsuspecting of any pranks being pulled on him. Hania smiled as he made his way towards where Puck happened to be. The male was already plotting his next prank. Puck felt the fox as Hania moved towards the pit. Puck smiled as the pranks eased into his mind. He moved back behind the tree, This will be a test. How this fox reacts will determine if he is fit to be a part of my tribe.

Hania stepped over the branch that laid in front of the pit, his body pitched forward as he fell into it. He felt the vine that was taunt and hidden when he landed. Glancing up, the fox watched as the leaves fell down and around him. He groaned because he never thought of that himself. “Okay, who is out there? I know someone has to be.” He attempted to scramble out; the leaves made him slip down a few times until he grabbed the vine to help get him out of the pit. Puck stepped around the tree, a grin upon his face. “Well done, Hania. Puck at your service, sort of.” He just might work.

Hania glared at the unknown deity, before he laughed. “You did that? I had never been caught in a prank before.” The fox shook his head; it took a special Modi to pull one over him. “Well, Puck. Are you willing to show how you accomplished the design here?”

Puck nodded, “You will be perfect. That is if you want to be Elder of a tribe.” His true form showed as he continued on. “I am Puck. Pranks and jokes are my domain and I search for a tribe to be started in my name.” Hania stared as the Modeity showed himself. His body in shock and his mind a whirlwind at the thought of pranks pulled and jokes all around and he loved the possibilities.

Your name: Shi Berry
HB's name: Loki
HB's mood: Insidious
HB's gender: Male
What is their domain? Modeity of Greed/ Lord of Thieves
Brief physical description: Light gray base, like #F5F5F5. Black hair, then some black/daaaark gray spots on his legs. His ears, tails, paws, and back spine things fade to black at the ends.
Golden/Amber eyes, like #FAE000. :3 This tattoo in black around his eye, with the swirl thing coming down from the inner corner of his eye, and then a cat eye wing at the outer corner.
He should have a black scarf around his neck like Ezio, claws, bracelets, and some other modifications. Whatever you think a greedy thief should have~ ;]
Edit:: I forgot the hair edit. |P This for the front and the ponytail/braid thing in the back.
Prompt Number: Three and a bit of four at the end.
Prompt Reply:

The sun slowly rose over the desert, casting a red hue on the sand. Darkness quickly receding into the nooks and crannies of the barren landscape where light could not reach. He stirred, amber eyes opening. With a grunt he raised his head, letting out a huge yawn. Today was the first day of his banishment from Heaven.

He growled with the thought, kneading the sand before him with his claws as if it was the flesh of one of the other Higher Beings. His eyes narrowed, tails twitching with agitation. Those fools.

He had stolen the horn that belonged to Tayori, the glasses of Xion, and few of Psyche's butterflies. There was no harm in that, was there? It was merely an act of retribution and he was going to give the trinkets and such back... maybe. He had heard whispers of the other 'Deities calling him childish, having the mind of a kit, and being unable to do anything useful. Those he did not mind, after all, in his mind it was better to be mischievous and childlike than stern and placid, as he viewed most of the other 'Deities. It was when they started doubting him as a 'Deity that he got angry. He was a 'Deity in his own right, and to prove that to the others, he stole their items.

"They're just pissed off because they were wrong about me," he huffed, glaring up at the sky. "Imbeciles."

He was in the bad books of most of the 'Deities, after all, nobody likes a thief. He had a bad reputation, since he never did an ounce of honest work in his life, which all those righteous, holier-than-thou wretches looked down upon. On top of that, now that they saw him as a potential threat to themselves and their godforsaken tribes. He thought about going to each of the tribes and stealing their food supplies, all the game in the area, and then destroying the Elders, but then decided against it. He was not that malicious.

However, the 'Deities of War and Death did not mind him so much.

Death neither liked or disliked Loki. He did not cause her any troubles, and was more aloof towards him than anything else. It was clear to Loki that she did not want to be his friend, and he was not going to push it. Death was a frightening lady, and Loki definitely did not want to be on her bad side.

The 'Deity of War was actually quite fond of Loki. He was a sly devil, and more than once he had stolen something from a tribe and made it seem like another tribe had stolen whatever the item was. War enjoyed he little bloodbath that followed. But even War could not persuade the other 'Deities to reconsider his banishment.

He sighed and stood up, shaking the grogginess out of his bones. He took a few steps, hovering over the sand rather than walk directly on it. He never liked to leave a trail, even if no one was following him. He then seemed to be ascending an invisible staircase, eventually disappearing in the cloud. This cloud hovered right above a cliff where a group of foxes were, ones he had overheard talking about starting a tribe.

Bah. He wasn't going to allow that.

This was the location he had chosen to be where he would start his own tribe, a tribe of thieves, thieves who would do his bidding to take revenge on those who had outcasted him. They would be stealing from the other tribes, and those foolish 'Deities will forever regret banishing him from Heaven.

He was not looking for entrance back into Heaven; he did not wish to be around those bastards ever again. He would be quite content watching over this tribe. They would never question his title as 'Deity ever again.