Milk_Alts. tl;dr, a plucky minor diety out to dispatch some divine justice. Name translates to ''Son of Royalty''. A 5'2" pocket prince, very tired of his job.
Currently writing his profile, just gonna keep it simple til I find a better way to organize it all
Olorun, king of the skies and lord protector of the heavens; at Time's inception he crafted the universe from nothing but the fire of creation nestled within himself. When the sea was separated from the land and the stars assembled in the sky, Olorun saw he needed many deputies to oversee the infinite and infinitesimal minutiae of existence. To this end he would have many children, spirits and messengers to serve as intermediaries between the material and immaterial. Caught betwixt the mortal plane and the realm of gods, the children of Olorun were named the 'Orisha'. The first of Olorun's progeny received the lion's share of power and influence over the cosmos, most sharing their father's predisposition towards law and order. Some however, became akin to divine warlords, vying to conquer their siblings and subjugate their worshippers. In desperation even the most noble of Orisha could become monstrous, resorting to similar atrocities as their adversaries to prevent total destruction. Witnessing the folly of his sons, and in turn how this sickness infested mortal beings, Olorun became deeply saddened. Before departing the realm, he crafted one final godling free of avarice and ambition — the youngest of Olodumare's heirs, Abioye. Despite hitching his hope onto this most beloved heavenly inheritor, he noticed they were a fair deal smaller than the others. Nevertheless he bestowed upon him a promise and a title; one that would distinguish him above all other rivals, a protector under the heavens. Entrusted with a dying Earth, Abioye is responsible for guarding mankind from both rogue Orisha and themselves.
Sequestered high in an isolated mountain range, Ilanga the Divine City serves as the secret seat of power for neigh every powerful nation. A sprawling mystical metropolis, the city is divided into large districts each governed by an oligarch. A council is formed of these rulers, to dictate and discuss important matters with an audience of the prince. That is, whenever he's not skirting his duties to play "hero"; it would seem by tempering Abioye's ambition, Olorun also inadvertently hindered his sense of responsibility. A legion of advisors and diplomats are routinely deployed to curb the eternal prince's unpredictable nature, shoring up his reckless naivete with wizened caution. That is, whenever he cares to heed them; while ultimately peaceful and good in his disposition, Abioye is stubbornly pigheaded. Many kind, elder Orisha fulfill the roles of patron and mentor for the rash little godling, often greeted with great fanfair when visiting. As a result, Abioye had no shortage of a parental presence despite his true father's absence.
Abioye represents a boundless and fiery youth despite his centuries of living. Insistent on eschewing bureaucracy, formality and general patience he often rushes headfirst into every situation with an assumed overestimation of his abilities. While he possesses superhuman strength and durability, he's far from invincible. He's particularly easy to distract and fluster, the latter of which may cause his powers to falter. Despite his vulnerabilities though, his will is unwaveringly resilient as is his staunch moral character. That isn't to say, he doesn't let his 'godly nature' go to his head every once in awhile. Fears of failure and inadequacy plague his mind, although he'd never admit it to anyone save for under the strictest confidence. Outwardly he appears fearlessly aloof, but just under the surface a crippling doubt bubbles. It constantly threatens to rear its ugly head and plunge the world into a spiral of slef-destruction along with him.
As part of the eternal prince's tutelage, ascendant masters both mortal and immortal from the world over are invited to Ilanga to share their wisdom. As a divine avatar, Abioye demonstrates an innate tendency towards mastering the energy pathways of the “subtle” or “outer” body. In various religious traditions these are known as ‘chakras’. Like spokes on a turning wheel, one cycles through the states of being throughout their life; but as his nature is eternal, the young god is afforded a special opportunity to master the dharmic wheel. Thus over the past two centuries, a multitude of gurus have cultivated in him an understanding of his physical body and mind; how they’re interconnected, and how one affects the other. Being as the gods by their nature or immaterial beings at the core, mastery of his chakras could potentially manifest in peculiar and ultimately crucial ways for the purpose of repelling invasions from rogue Orisha. However as of now, despite Abioye’s divine predisposition he’s yet to master a single chakra. Partially because he lacks patience, partially because he’s rash and relies on sheer physical strength to overcome opponents, rather than esoteric meditative principles. Still his steadfast dedication to principles of discipline, espoused by the many martial arts he studies, yields great promise for his progress in mastering the wheel.
How would the anatomy of a god differ from that of a mortal? Could the feats of inhuman endurance and supernatural strength be dismissively explained as a matter of ‘sturdier flesh’? Such a ludicrously simple assertion is, of course, incorrect. In truth Abioye’s body, although ostensibly humanoids, displays various features in drastic contrast with any humans. The blood-essence of every god is defined as amrita, the ichor of immortality from which eternal longevity is given. Like water from a spring, amrita flows forth to refresh and rejuvenate in a never ending cycle of depletion and replenishment. Bizarrely viscous, amrita is marginally more difficult to pump through a circulatory system when compared to blood. Thus two heart-like organs work in constant unison to move amrita throughout the body, ensuring all divine bodily functions progress without issue. Just how a human's heart might beat faster under stressful or exhilarating circumstances, so too do these hearts increase the rate of amrita's flow. When energy is in excess due to a sudden spike in flow-rate, the body "vents" it as sweat and heat. This results in an apparrent steam that rolls off their skin. Unique to the Orisha are the metaphysical organs known as ‘mantles’, a kind of biogeometric representation of their pre-prescribed duties and portfolios. As the universe is divided into disparate concepts, each soul bears a fraction of the universal fabric bestowed upon them at inception. For beings who incarnate as ‘gods’ these concepts are inextricably bound to their portfolio, a combination commonly paraphrased among their fellows as ’Titles’. Thus a mantle is an essential extra-bodily structure for a god; it’s their greatest strength, but also their greatest vulnerability. To bring their full divine wrath to bear and shed the qualifier of ‘godling’ one must manifest their mantle, a rite that infamously alludes Abioye.
’Belus Axi’, the “Martial Art of Angles and Ratios” is a bizarre artifact of early outer-terrestrial martial arts. On Earth, the most effective styles of hand-to-hand combat are entirely defined in relation to human anatomy. Such is not the case when proposing a system for a diverse array of body plans. Putting their heads (and various cranial protrusions) together, grandmasters from all over existence initially sought to establish a definitive, objective school of mixed martial arts. It was called many names across many tongues, and the most colloquial of these is Belus Axi. A devastating combination of somatic patterns/gestures and traditional unarmed combat, users display keen understanding of angles, ratios, velocities and how to use them to destructive ends through precise muscle movements. Despite a promising few millennia of progress though, Belus Axi would eventually fade into relative obscurity over two stifling factors. First and not least of all, was the boggling degree of physical and mental control practitioners had to develop. Second, is that Belus Axi’s most effective techniques typically don’t discriminate between user and opponent; it was commonplace for explosive punches to render the hand that threw them a simmering meld of blood and bone. Most deride it thus, as a pointlessly esoteric and incredibly reckless style of fighting. Fortunately for Abioye, his body is reliably staunch in its resilience — he's happy to be incredibly reckless.
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