Feng Yun

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Record of the Gods

Name: Feng Yun

Faction: Gods

Rank: God of War / Gryphon

Gender: Male

Age: Too Freaking Old (Somewhere in the neighborhood of 400,000 but that's normal so he can get away with it) visibly is around 60ish.

Abilities: Being divine in nature allots Feng a few powers in his realm and that of mortals. Despite his minute stature due to his aging situation, he possesses enormous strength and speed. He seems to have a limitless arsenal of weaponry at hand, from knives that don't really come from anywhere in particular but just seem to show up to larger blades which are somehow hidden in sleeves much too short for them.

Aside from his divine powers, Feng possesses none technically (and by technically, I mean abnormally), Feng possesses a couple of minor natural powers. He has the natural ability to shapeshift into his human and gryphon forms, as described above. His only other powers afforded to him are a near imperviousness to heat, due to the nature of his birth and rebirth.

Appearance: Feng's human form is that of a tall, slim, elderly man, who in our world would probably be classified as from Eastern Asia. His hair is a silvery color, and it is braided back behind his head in a traditional fashion. His gryphon form is rather feline in appearance, looking roughly about the size of a tiger. The head is that of a hawk or other predatory bird, and a pair of wings extend from the shoulder blades of his back.

Personality: Feng is best described by one word, disgruntled. He can be angry with people, upset by things being out of order or people being disrespectful to someone of his age and status. This is, of course, only one side of Feng. He can also be friendly and kind, approaching people much like a father, though this can appear odd depending on how recent he has undergone one of his cycles of rebirth.

History: Feng began as a lowly Gryphon, a testament to the rise of the small, the upbringing of the potential god. He was born far back in the reaches of the Nethers, when the world was just a speck in the eyes of the Heavenly Ruler. Born as a contrast to their balancing nature, Feng spawned as a being of conflict, though his personality and social interactions would not lead others to believe so. Wherever there was an argument between existing Gods and Goddesses and Demons, more power would be reserved for this embryonic entity who would come to embody war.

As a young creature, born near the same time as the first primitive creatures, Feng was not terribly powerful. The realms of the Gods and the Demons were at a relative peace, and lizards and other fuzzy mammals and fish and stuff don't fight much, so little energy was allotted to the rising deity, but some would be squirreled away. Every word of harshness, provided by every scalding tongue, empowered him, gave him life, brought him further and further into godhood until finally sentience arrived.

Now, Feng had always possessed a certain intuitive nature, even as a youthful Gryphon. He learned quickly, adapting readily, obtaining experience and knowledge far faster than any other creature of the time. When he obtained sentience, true knowledge of his being, which was about the same time that humans came into being and began their wars, he knew suddenly the true nature of war, the scars that battle left, and he pitied those who would suffer from it. Alas, what a pity that he would lament over his title, but he lived with it. By nature a peaceful person, Feng nevertheless unleashed the stirring wrath that was his job upon those whom it was necessary to punish. Teaching mortals their place, teaching them to put others into the heirarchy, that was his passion.

And so now, as a deity of War, as an intelligent creature, as an elderly looking being only subservient to the Heavenly Rulers, he watches, biding his time, waiting for the moment when he might lash out upon those who had overstepped their bounds as a people. Battle may come swift and end quickly, but war was a vengence that lasted for all time. May the mortals do combat, indeed.