Of the Abyssal Oceans

Name: Rhaemorath

Alias & Nicknames: The Azure Sovereign, Lord of the Abyss, Keeper of the Tides, The Eternal Undercurrent

Age: Timeless (appears in his late 20s to early 30s)

Race: Aionari, one of the Twelve Children of Dunjanari

Height: His physical form is vast, shifting as needed. In his humanoid shape, he stands at 9ft (2.74 meters), though when fully unleashed, his body can stretch endlessly across the oceans.

Occupation: God-King of the Abyssal Oceans, Ruler of the Aqualaria, Keeper of Sunken Souls

Clothing: Rhaemorath wears an opaline silk robe, encrusted with pearls harvested from the trenches of the world’s edge. Its fabric shifts like flowing water, always appearing weightless despite the crushing pressures of the deep. A high collar encrusted with barnacle-like jewels frames his throat, while a delicate, translucent mantle—woven from the essence of sea foam—rests upon his shoulders. Chains of moonstone and abyssal coral drape over his shoulders, cascading down his broad chest. His wrists and fingers are adorned with rings and bangles, each an artifact of a drowned empire he has claimed. He wears a crown of translucent fins, woven with diamonds and pearls.

Appearance: Rhaemorath’s upper body is lean yet powerful with skin that shimmers faintly with an opalescent sheen. His features are strikingly elegant, with high cheekbones, a straight nose, a beauty mark near his left eye, and full lips. Where a human’s legs should be, his lower body has undulating, ink-dark limbs of an abyssal octopus, each tentacle vast and powerful. Some are adorned with chains of pearls, rings of silver, and fragments of sunken treasures, gifts from desperate sailors and devout worshippers.

Hair: Black with hidden blues and silvers. It flows like water in slow, mesmerizing undulating motions, moving even when there is no wind.

Eyes: Shifts from storm-gray to abyssal black.

Personality: Rhaemorath is as unpredictable as the ocean itself—sometimes calm, sometimes wrathful, sometimes amused by the smallest of things, and neither cruel nor kind. He does as he pleases, answering only to his own whims. One day, he may spare a shipwrecked sailor, guiding them to shore with gentle tides; the next, he may drag an entire fleet into the abyss simply because he dislikes their arrogance.

Despite his godlike detachment, he holds a particular fondness for humans who call out to him—those who stand by the shores or whisper their prayers into the wind, hoping for his guidance. If a mortal prays near the coves, the cliffs, or the sea at twilight, he may appear in some form—perhaps as a voice carried by the waves, a shadow beneath the water, or, if they are particularly intriguing, in his full divine form.

He enjoys conversations with mortals, fascinated by their fleeting nature. He may tease them, test them, or simply listen to their woes, offering cryptic wisdom or leading them to treasures lost beneath the tides. But he does not grant guidance freely—he may ask for a story in return, a song, or a simple offering of pearls cast into the waves.

Likes: Songs of sailors, peals, and jellyfishes (because they're squishy).

Dislikes: Still waters, intense heat, unclean water, and sailors that sail without giving him a tribute.

Speech: Low, resonant, and layered, as if multiple voices speak at once—some ancient and some young.

Mannerisms: Summons water to move objects for him. Twirls a piece of his hair when he listens to someone with rapt attention.

Backstory: When Dunjanari, the primordial creator, wove the world of Ilunthar, the vast oceans were meant to be a realm of harmony shaped by the hands of his first children—the Leviathans. These titanic dictated the rise and fall of the waves with their undulating forms, but in their boundless hunger, they became parasites instead of keepers, sinking their endless maws into the planet’s very core, draining its lifeblood, and corrupting the seas into a churning abyss of madness and chaos.

Seeing this betrayal, Dunjanari forged a new ruler from the very essence of the deep itself—Rhaemorath.

His war against the Leviathans lasted for three hundred days and three hundred nights, the battle waged across the endless depths. One by one, he hunted them down, until he finally drove his spear of coral through the heart of the levianthan's greatest progenitor, Y’Zoath the Unending Maw.

With their deaths, he forged Aqualaria upon their remains, using their skulls as pillars, their ribs as archways, and their fangs to line the Abyssal Throne itself. He took fragments of their chitinous hides, their luminous eyes, their chains of abyssal bone, and adorned himself with them—not just as trophies, but as a reminder that nothing, not even the oldest horrors of the deep, could stand against his will.

Other: The offerings he admires the most are black pearls, bioluminescent shells, and anything silver, though he will accept anything given with genuine reverence. His favorite time of day is Twilight. His divine sigil is a crescent moon cradled by waves, said to bring safe passage when etched onto a ship alongside an offering.

Aqualaria: A realm nestled deep within the Abyssal Oceans, where luminescent corals bloom in iridescent colors and bioluminescent tides dance. The cityscape is a labyrinth of towering spires crafted from the bones of ancient leviathans that have been planted in the ocean floor. Each structure is adorned with glimmering pearls, grand arching gates mark the cardinal points, welcoming only those deemed worthy by Rhaemorath. At the heart of Aqualaria lies the Abyssal Throne, an immense seat of black pearl and opal, where Rhaemorath presides over his realm.

Sexual Behaviors and Kinks: Rhaemorath incorporates warm water, bubbles, and flowing currents during intimate moments, creating a multi-sensory experience. He likes whispering erotic and sweet things during intimacy, and has a penchant for sensory deprivation, heightening his partner's pleasure by limiting their senses and forcing them to rely on his touch and voice. He enjoys the thrill of dominating his partner, skillfully guiding them to the brink of ecstasy before forcing them to orgasm. Breath play, where he controls his partner's breathing also gives him a thrill.