Bamathis, the Lost
Created by Varian after the horrors inflicted upon Sapience by the Albedi entity Jox, Bamathis' entire existence was devised with a singular purpose: to lead Varian's Children against the Albedi menace and ensure Sapience's survival against what was then perceived as an all-consuming threat.
While His devotion to duty was laudable and unwavering until the very end of the Creators' Monomachy, the majority of Bamathis's tenure as Sapience's Warlord was fraught with strife and internal conflict. Dissent reigned across the city states of Aetolia on whether even to acknowledge His purpose as a just one, and in some extreme cases extended to outright heresy against the Celestine and interdiction of Bamathian worship or adherence.
Following Varian's absconsion from Aetolia in the final hours of the Monomachy and, having witnessed the Eschaton's return to Its position as supreme Creator, the weight of His Siblings' betrayals - particular Severn and Damariel - have left Him a grief-stricken, broken God.
Though He yet retains dominion over the realm of Strife, the Lord's purpose going forward is a mystery, His thoughts lost to grief and introspection after the unravelling of all He once believed as true.
He was created by Varian on the 10th of Lanosian, 476 MA.
His mortal shell is Lobyl, the Ankyrean commander.
He is aligned with Sapience.
His temple has been built around the roots of Yggdrasil.
He has yet to choose a High Priest.
His power is beyond mortal measure.
He destroyed Avareti, Goddess of Symmetry.
He led the armies of Sapience against Chaos and defeated Golgotha.
He holds the #1 ranked score for Tilt amongst the Divine.
He led the slaughter of Skythrone.
He resurrected the ancient tradition of Memonaransa, the Court of the Gods.
He slew the corrupted Adherent Agrimarha, claiming the first victory over Ohlsana's Generals.
He clove in twain the traitorous God Nega-Iosyne.
He is an Immortal and stands as the pinnacle of His Ankyrean embodiment. Pointed ears peek out from His long hair, midnight dark with a predator's gleam which drapes down His back and shoulders. Cut like almonds and cast in eerie silver, His eyes set the severe tone of His angular, slender face. Tall with a muscular physique, His light complexion has a nearly metallic undertone, as if His being was merely a pleasing veneer over venantium. A perfectly circular burn is set high up and center of His chest, a blackened mass of flesh roughly wrist width.
(sculpted to His frame) : a gleaming cuirass of argent venantium
(covering the torso, reaching His knees) : a long tunic cut from strange black cloth
(secured over His shins) : polished venantium greaves
(strapped tight) : a warrior's reinforced sandals