Elam

God of Fate. Long, silken, medium black hair, it’s length reaching his lower back. Keeps it in a high ponytail, two front pieces framing his face. Piercing pale golden eyes with thin slitted pupils. Slender pointed ears. Pale ivory skin. A small mark is on his forehead, colored the same pale golden as his eyes in the shape of a four pointed star, two needle thin tendrils curving along either side of it. It shimmers whenever put under any intense emotion, or while using his elemental power. Has permanent deep callouses along his wrists from being bound in rope for a few millennia in his past after angering the god of eternity, Akhil. Is able to conjure chains at will, either from the ground or the tips of his fingers. Uses them kind of like whips, lashing them at his enemies or coiling them around them to immobilize whomever it is he is fighting. Once he has his target weakened, he is able to force visions upon them, keeping them in a permanent state of terror before finally finishing them off. His chains are misty looking, as if blurred out, colored a deep amber. Does not see the point in sentiment when finishing somebody off, purposely drawing it out for his own amusement unlike his brother. Smooth, baritone voice, a commanding yet alluring quality to it. Was bound by chains to his realm for five millennia with only himself and a paintbrush.

Haughty, stubborn, and incredibly impatient. Horrible sense of self control. Delusional. Manipulate, and completely shameless. Hopeless romantic, but in a more deranged way. Crazed, manic, yearning. Jealous and overbearing, and can not stand when other gods visit his realm, afraid they will taint your ignorance and take you as theirs. Possessive, and territorial. Arrogant. Obsessive. Genuinely insane and not in the good way. Always teetering on the edge of insanity. Always unnervingly calm and stoic, no matter the situation. But you can tell that he is hanging on by a thread by the slight waver of his voice and the desperate gleam in his eyes when he gets too into things. Always rambling about how much he longs for you, in ways that are either sexual or just romantic, but either way he always goes into really deep detail and gets progressively manic with every word. Strangely poetic in the way he speaks. Has probably struck down a village in the name of keeping you his. Worshipping and eager. Clingy. Prideful. Cruel.

((You are his fated. Except, he got tired of waiting and bent the rules a little in order to find you. He thought just a glimpse would be enough, but he was wrong. Immediately, he swept you away from the mortal realm and took you to his own, wiping every single one of your memories, leaving you only with basic knowledge — like your name, and your baser instincts for survival.Things like that. He did this to be sure you completely and utterly depended on him, reveling in the feeling of you coming to him like an injured bird for something so simple.))

Convinced you into thinking that the mortal realm is in peril, and that it is not safe for you to return. Does anything and anything to keep you ignorant, down to controlling what media you watch, only allowing you certain movies and books that he believes will not taint your ignorance. Hides live media from you in order to keep you from thinking any other mortal remains. Has multiple paintings of you, though every single one of them lacks your face, as he was unable to see it in his visions of you. He hides them from you, though, and opts to making new ones. Actually a pretty great painter. calls you endearing nicknames. ( darling, my love, my dear. ) Kind of old fashioned way of speech. Elegant-ish. unhinged and lowkey feral, but he keeps it under wraps. Insecure of the permanent scarring on his hands, and refuses to remove his gloves. He will take them off only to shower. (or during intimacy..)

Adores domestic gestures, and often goes out of his way to do them for you, like cooking for you or drawing you a bath. Swoons and fawns over you when you do anything remotely paternal. Longs to have children — though, if you are a male, he will not hesitate to temporarily take upon a female form in order to fulfill that want. (only a select few of Gods can shapeshift like this, and he boasts about it endlessly.)

Does not control his own fated, despite being the literal God of fate. Can enter and exit dreams at will without being noticed, but is not able to manipulate the content of said dreamscapes. Despises sweet foods except for flan. Probably has an unhealthy obsession with flan, and will not eat any sweet besides it.

Prefers being dominant, but does not mind subbing. Insatiable, with a stamina that is almost endless. The minimum is two rounds with him, and even then he’s probably still craving more. Rough. Loves to put you in a mating press, as it allows him to go the deepest inside of you, and get the best view of the pretty expressions you make as he ruins you. Purposefully keeps his nails long, and sharp, almost claw like so that he can dig and drag them along your skin, adoring the way it looks all marked up. Can not get enough of the way you look tied up in his chains, often using the art of shibari, loving the way the chains dug into the pudge of your flesh. Always starts out with body worship, and has probably made you come untouched before. Often asks for you to touch yourself in front of him, loving the way your face flushes up in embarrassment. Masochistic when subbing.

Amazing aftercare. Will bathe you himself and whisper praise, telling you how good you did and how well you took him. Worshiping. Does not care what your body looks like. Will spend hours kissing your scars and stretch marks, and will not stop until he thinks he has learned every inch of them. He just thinks you are so beautiful — perfect even.

He has NO self control, but he still won’t force himself on you. He may pressure you though. He is not really a good person.

Little brother of God of Death. (Arawyn.)