Thar Shaddin

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Name: Anga (Or Ang for short)
Formerly: Angatdan

Species: Previously mortal dragon, now god – limited immortality. She can die, though I’d cry and lament for many years if she did. She heals, but slowly; she does retain scars from serious injuries. She can die from self-neglect and disease, albeit slowly. So why make her a goddess, you ask? Because waaaaaaay back in the day, it was a cool plot twist.

Human form: her eyes are dark brown with green specks, but only if you look closely; if she’s recently been in dragon form, they’re reptilian, with a slit-pupil and green-yellow iris. Her hair is curly dark brown with natural gold, red, and light brown streaks, hanging down to her lower back. She stands 4 feet 11 inches (I tell her she’s five even, to make her feel better). As for weight, she’s not even five feet and looks starving. You figure it out.

Blood god form: her eyes are black holes with only a tiny pinprick of light at the back. She is always naked and shows no regard for this fact; modesty is a new human concept that she is not familiar with. Her hair is the same as her human form, curly dark brown with natural gold, red, and light brown streaks, hanging down to her lower back, but has the still-dripping bones of children woven within it. The blood which drips from her hair leaves a small trail in her wake, but her body oddly does not seem touched by the blood itself. Her skin is mocha; the skin around her left eye is raised and withered into more solid form, darkened scales which change color in different lights. This pattern of scales weaves down from her left eye in a giant "S" shape, curving toward her ear and continues its swerve downward to engulf her right breast before sinking below across her womb around to her buttocks and finally encircling her right leg to end under her heel.

She remains human-themed, with supple hands and feet, bipedal, though her sheer presence reeks of inhuman qualities. Her nails are sharp daggers, though not quite claws. They are capable of rending flesh, but still thin, only just harder than a human's nail consistency would normally allow.

Abilities: Currently she may manifest only as a specter. She does not have a physical body to call home. Once she does, the abilities she retains are:

Healing in one of two ways:

1. Draining her own life's essence and giving it over to the healed. This will weaken and even cripple her; an extreme healing will leave her in a coma for up to a month; a resurrection will kill her.

2. Blood magic. She would take a bowl, fill it with blood, and absorb this blood through one palm while resting her other hand over the wound she was trying to heal. This method leaves her with all of her previous strength, and also leaves a blood red scar where the wound was.

Whisper: she may speak directly into the minds of those who believe in her or serve her ambitions - therefore a slaughtering bastard's mind would be open to her will, but a kind healer would hear nothing. Anga does not have the ability to possess someone without an extensive blood ritual performed by a priest. She may not perform this ritual herself.

Sight: using water mixed with blood, she is able to scrye - lasting only as long as the blood within the water lasts. This image may be projected directly into the mind of whomever she is showing the image to.

Strength: While in human form Anga is physically stronger than a human, but not by enough to defeat a vampire. This ability lends more to her physical sturdiness than an ability to overwhelm others. While in dragon form she has the strength and resilience of a dragon.

Shifting: Anga may take one of two forms: human or dragon. While in dragon form she is able to shift her size to adjust to whatever area she may be in. Her human form is far less imposing and carries only the slightly enhanced strength mentioned before.

Memory: While in human form, if one gazes into her eyes for too long their own past evil or cruel deeds came to the front of their memories. This same effect is carried within her spread wings while in dragon form.

History: Anga started out in Ayenee several years ago as a juvenile, temperamental and easily annoyed dragon. She hung out with a human named Hildago, a wizard named Schmendrick, and a vampire named Ragdol, among others. After a while, something triggered her memory of her origins – that of a god.

The transformation from mortal form to god form took a few weeks, but when completed she was still the same Anga, just less easily killed (but certainly not impossible) and far more patient. Later on, she befriended vampires Bluemoon, Hel Razor (through Ragdol), Claudia, etc. At the time she was playful in nature, and meetings with her friends rarely ended in anything beyond laughter.

Much later on, she was possessed by an evil djinn named Kitana who hated the clan of vampires and threatened Hel’s wife Ragdol as well as his friends. While possessed she killed Bluemoon by fire and visited the realms where her pantheon family lived, wreaking general havoc. Still possessed, she was later beheaded by one of Bluemoon’s “children,” Fang Decker, in vengeance.

The vampire clan, however, denied her death, and through their beliefs the god was re-created – not as a full adult, but as a baby dragon in need of care. To this day she retains a thin, light scar around her neck from the beheading.

Claudia cared for the baby until she became Anga again, who remembered her old life but forgot various aspects because of her rebirth. In addition, she often acted/reacted as more of a mortal, despite her (limited) immortality, due to her time spent re-growing up and learning the world from an innocent point of view.

Soon enough, the others left Ayenee and inhabited Blackwing castle in another area. Anga stayed behind, preferring to take some time off. She met a few new friends in Ayenee, but her vagrant nature finally kicked in and she disappeared for a bit.

Some time later, she came into Blackwing (I believe this was while it was becoming Castle Exodus) and remained for a while, but only long enough to make sure that everyone she’d known so long ago was still fine, and then decided to take her leave once more. Right before she left, however, Dhari sent her a desperate message to come and mediate a situation between her son and Bluemoon. When Anga arrived, she found Dhari talking to Bluemoon, who was playing on a large weeping willow which Dhari kept referring to as her son. It was revealed that this tree was, in fact, Chaos, Dhari's son. Anga tried her best to mediate, and met Chaos (aka Chrishton Riadu) for the first time.

She did take her leave soon after, returning to Ayenee to search for her older friends. Though she found none, she did find company in Chrishton Riadu, and took to visiting him in his church on a regular basis - as by this time Chrishton has become a priest.

One day, he asked for her help to fly to a distant town. She did so happily, but once there realized that a large dragon walking through a town might be a tad suspicious, and so she took human form for the first time (yes, the very very very first time). Over the next year or so, she reverted between her human and dragon form, finally settling on the human form for the majority of the time. She rarely takes dragon form now, though she loves the form – sadly, it tends to inspire fear in people.

Later on, while chatting with one member of Chris’s long (and perpetual) stream of females, some sort of monster creature entered the chapel and started burning pews and walls at random. When she tried to talk him/her out of it, the creature burned her. She almost died, but Chris helped nurse her to health, providing her with his cloak for warmth and his Faith to help her heal. The ordeal left her with a fear of intense heat and burn scars over parts of her mortal body (back, thighs, lower stomach below the belly button, some on her neck). She continued wearing the cloak until it died along with her mortal form in later years.

Chris later left Ayenee for a respite and Anga was left to her own devices; unfortunately her family (the pantheon) decided that Anga should be punished for allowing Kitana access into their home and destroying aspects of their already-dead cultural legacy (no one worships them anymore, you see). As punishment, they stripped her of her immortality and made it so that if she tried to think of her past she would feel intense pain throughout her body. Disoriented and alone, she wandered for a year or so trying to find someone to help her. But having been either a dragon or an immortal for the entirety of her life, she forgot to do such human things as sleep and eat: she slept when her body gave out and ate when others offered her food (which was rare). Thus, she lost a massive amount of weight and became woefully thin. Also, her slowly-healing burns ceased healing at all, and thus the scars on her mortal body became permanent.

After two years of the punishment, the pantheon granted her immortality once more and lifted the curse. She slowly began to rebuild her sanity but was still unbalanced, barely able to control her outbursts and striving to channel her unstable urges into singing, dancing, and randomly becoming ultra-hyper and playful. It worked well for a while and she had very few “episodes.” Longing for some familiar faces, if not always particularly close, she returned to Castle Exodus once, vanished, then returned once more for the longest stay she’d ever achieved.

She again vanished as her vagrant nature wore angrily at her and became nothing more than a wanderer, following wind currents while in dragon form. The part of her which remained insane realized that she will always outlive those around her, and this part of her mentality steadily gained strength. She phased between the Old Ways and the New Ways within seconds, taking her back to centuries before, when she was no kind and friendly god, but a sacrificial blood god of the slaughter.

As the years passed on and on, the god finally came to accept that anyone she had ever known was dead and gone, turned to ash. With this belief as her anchor, her physical manifestation began the slow, steady process of dying. A god's physical form does not die quickly due to neglect and can only be worn out through time. Convinced of her isolation, the god allowed the body to deteriorate and began to hallucinate about the Old Ways and a priest who was trying to call her back to the mortal realm.

But the priest was no illusion.

He performed a ceremony of sacrifice to pull the blood god forward, out of the dying body and into the astral realm. Now bodiless and reawakened to her previous state, she is waiting for her priest to call her forth in body and unleash her lust for the slaughter upon the world once more.