#divine origin

[percabeth4life]

Demigods who are human until they're not, who are mortal until they're not, who never understand the Gods until it's too late, until they're too divine, too natural to the world, how could the Gods treat them this way, they ask as if the inevitability of their nature will not make others wonder the same about them.

They insist if they were a God they would never be that way. That they would not forget who they are. But they don't realize that morals do not guide a storm, the winds do.

[janicatart]

My dearest DnD oc, Sinai Seirisis. 

I recently updated her because we’ve traveled and leveled up quite a bit recently and Sinai has matured as a character. 

She is a tiefling sorcerer with a divine origin who has a particular bond with The Knowing Mistress Ioun. She took up the blue robes of the Cobalt Soul in order to train as a cleric of Ioun two levels ago, so now she has additional divine powers. 

[jsdndfuntimes]

Sinai edit

I need all the art of this girl ✨

[percabeth4life]

Thalia who sparks with static as she breathes, with lightning running through her veins. Whose blood is less red and more clear like rainwater. Thalia whose hair becomes feathery soft and delicate, who looks up at the clouds in fear as her skin sometimes seems to slip away into wind and water and swirling storms. Thalia with her fear of heights knowing one day she will never come down, unwilling to ever go up.

[percabeth4life]

Percy who slowly realizes his dry skin is like scales and his hair is slippery like an eel. Percy who slowly spends more and more time in the water, as each time his fingers seem to gain webbing, as his eyes can see better, as his skin glows faintly. Percy becomes less willing to use his powers as he realizes that one day he might not be able to leave the ocean again, that one day he will join the element that birthed him.

[percabeth4life]

Frank who shifts form so constantly, who's war blood reaches but who's shifting sea blood is more powerful, has always stolen their family away. His grandmother knew better, knew not to use it, but knew he'd die either way now. Frank who one day can't change back into human form. Who one day can't remember what being human is. Frank who is lost, like so many ancestors before him, to the form he takes.

[percabeth4life]

Jason whose words become whispers in the wind, commands too quiet yet heard by all. His skin which is thin as air yet blades seem to slip right through without a scratch. A whirlwind in his lungs that draws it all in and one day will tear his skin away and reveal the storm inside. A Jason who knows in his chest that he is becoming. That one day he'll whirl up and out and fade away once more.