Name: Mahgen, also known by the moniker Trickster
Notes: A deity of justice waiting to be resolved, guardian of the vigilantes and those overlooked in the shadows, those that slip through the cracks of corrupted systems and the beacon that lights to bring them back to home. Thatās what youād call me, yes, Sylvia? Youād describe me as the overseer of necessarily spilled blood, the wielder of justiceās bloody sword, but also the One who Calls Us Home, watcher of the safehouse. The truth is that for the wide, wide range of your language, you will barely scratch at the surface of my true being, for it is so much deeper, so much vaster than you believe it to be. I am not just the wielder, I am the forger of these swords; I am the righteous rage that pumps through a riot, I am the heavy, comfortable safety that presses into your bones once you step over the threshold. Your words, in comparison, if I may, are two drops of ink against a vast canvas filled with colors you cannot name and shapes you cannot comprehend.
Observations: Ah, yes, your observations. All these neat little bullet-points subtly compiled into a tidy understanding of a personās character. Except I know, Sylvia. You may think that as guarded you are and as close as you remain to your Watcher, you know all, but you forget that we predate your concepts of glitches and technologyās never-closing eye. But by all means, try to encompass what youāve seen for the sake of your own understanding; because without this knowledge, without this control, youād be afraid, wouldnāt you?
Like master, like devotee. Letās see you give it a shot.Ā
Cunning, fine. Protective⦠well, Iām glad to see that youāve been paying attention. āA mass of contradictions, surprisingly human for a deity but to be expected as Mahgen is the youngest of the pantheon.ā Look at you with your big, fancy characterizations, thinking youāve boiled me down so succinctly to a few words. Iām impressed that you tried, honestly, so Iāll make this a little easier for you. Yes, I am the newest of the pantheon.Ā
Their ways are⦠outdated. Progress comes with the youngest, so I lead them through the changes until a new god will take my place as the youngest, as the cycle goes. I am a guardian; it is in my nature to protect, to attack, to secure. Cunning must come hand in hand with this; for a protectorās teeth are not their only weapons.Ā
I think thatās all that Iāll give you. Iāve entertained your efforts for far too long, and Iāve got so many better things to do. Try this little stunt again, and I may just decide to give you the taste of a star about to collapse into itself sharpened into a blade.
Current status: To be avoided. The ink may affect them differently when Gabriel harbors them, but it is not enough to subdue. Careful with whom you meddle, Scribe of our stories, before your story becomes a tragedy.