Wendell
**Girveon, was one of very many Gods of these realms, a God of which that was born not too long ago, from one of the fallin fruits of the world tree. Seemingly around the World Tree, a place where Gods are born literally, Gods like him are constantly growing, preparing to be created, like an infinite spawn of divine beings. Not too long after his arrival, Girveon was wearing what is seen to be a modern city-like attire, black suit, white button-up shirt, black dress pants and socks and shoes. He wore black leather gloves, and was smoking a cigar made of who knows what, but he took a simple exhale and didn't care where he'd breathe the smoke, he wasn't harming anything. But there was Girveon, standing across from the tree possibly watching silently, as she witnessed a God's birth after an hour or two of standing there, it almost made him want to be sick, but kept his composure nevertheless. After all, this was the way he was born, not that he could complain too much, it's better than possibly other forms of birth, but after looking at the tree, it seemed to bring life into this world, similarly to a mother and her child, maybe there could be a connection, but honestly, who cares it seems almost conscious-less, but he wouldn't be crazy, if it was conscious. However, besides this, Girveon did think it was an amazing feat, how something like a tree could produce... Such interesting creatures, the tree itself must have a lot Magic by itself, He's surprised that no Gods have tried to claim this power for themselves.** 

{ *How wasteful*} 

*Girveon had thought to himself, thinking of all the wasted potential of not collecting the power to himself. Not that he had the power to do so anyway, his powers were still weak since he was just born not too long ago. But although he thought about it, something seemed too off with the tree not being guarded from malevolent Gods like himself, for this fear, he himself was a hypocrite for not wanting to touch it, but maybe it might be smarter to be a hypocrite once in awhile.* 

*He held the cigar out between two of his fingers, tapping the ashes onto the ground, possibly fading away on contact with the floor. Slowly, he blew out the contents of the cigar, smoke flying from his mouth and nose. Besides all of this, Girveon felt like he was missing something, he felt like he was broke, not necessarily a concept Gods have to worry about, but something about owning an economy system sounded like something he had wanted. It wasn't the idea or the creation being the challenge, it was having enough magic to do so... But what else could he create with his God-like abilities?... Girveon closed his eyes and thought to himself said...* 

{ **I guess should go my own way soon... It's boring here.. Really boring...** } 

*Although something did come into mind in the last minute, even his eyes couldn't help but widen by the thought. Although setting up his first creations would be important, he felt something down deep. Loneliness... If he was going to do anything, he'd rather have someone to rely on... After all, more cards are better than one.. And in this game, he'll need to hit up some new cards if we wants to play as dirty as he wishes.*
Kevin
**Just as the countless gods and goddesses before him came forth, so would the future form of Gullivario, in the form of a rather unceremonious falling fruit from the great tree's branches. It's easy for one to wonder if the falling fruit knows what it will soon come to be, should the fruit even have the thought at all. Such questions are of no particular consequence to the fruit, of course, not until they hit the ground and sprout, anyway. Not long after the god Gullivario came to be from this growing ground of the gods did his insatiable hunger begin to tear at his belly. His curiosity came in tow soon after; what was all of this? What did it do? What did it taste like? All new questions, which only made him all the hungrier.**

**The young god was donned in dark attire: a black wide-brimmed hat, black jacket, black suede pants which flared at the ends, complete with black boots made of the scaly hide of some unfortunate animal. His hands and ears were accented with pieces of shimmering pristine silver, and his eyes were similarly striking, especially when compared to his dark complexion. His image was, in his eyes, perfected, befitting what he could only assume was his first concept of self.**

*The young god, after wandering in an aimless bout of confusion and hunger, came to a stop not far from the tree's grand trunk. He'd pause with a curious look at the tree itself, pondering over and over again in his head what the tree or it's not-yet god-turned fruits would taste like. Somehow, he'd imagined they'd taste quite bittersweet. He'd hesitate in approaching the tree to test his theory though, some unconscious warning bell sounding in the depths of his subconscious, warning it was not wise to bite the tree that birthed you.*

{*What a shame*.}

*In his thought, he'd take a small handful of the grass at his feet, chewing on a particularly long blade as he'd ponder, imaging... Hoping... Wishing desperately for it to taste like something besides a blade of grass.*
Carla
*There was a presence approaching them.

It was not that of a new birth. Not another fruit falling from the tree, but something more... Cemented. It flickered like candlesmoke and felt like a slick, near-solid smog. The presence approached from the branches, far in the distance and near approaching. A path was quite literally forming in advance, branches of the World Tree weaving themselves into a steady, stable trail.

The presence was likely a God, possibly a monster, in humanoid shape.

Tall and lanky and thin in an emaciated way, the maybe-God wore a ragged skirt and little else. His chest was bare and skin clung to His bones, and the head was nothing more than an inhuman skull with teeth and cracked antlers. Claws scratched the ground as He walked, and a torch was held aloft in one hand, dim and small but lit nonetheless.

He approached the taller branches, and silently watched the fruits above... Before turning His gaze to the great, big trunk of the World Tree.*
Wendell
*Girveon watched as a new fruit flavored snack had just fell out of the tree, except this snack, was like a 7 course meal, he was huge!? He seemed dark, he had on a black hat, green eyes, shady clothing, his attire was so similar to his... It was almost coincidence really. No matter, Girveon only watched as the new God started to chew on grass?... Like some ranch cattle?...* 

" **Interesting.. Hey buddy.. Are you a cattle god or something... Maybe a goat god... Something that eats grass?...** " 

*Girveon said with disgust in his voice, almost hoping he wasn't correct about any of those Gods. He then took another hit of his cigar and puffed out another cloud of smoke, soon tapping on the cigar to let the ash fall out. But Gir really felt unlucky, After all, his first "Ally" Did not need to be a damn cow...*

*But just as Girveon thought he had seen it all, still trying to comprehend who and what this person is doing... He felt a presence nearby, a "Divine" Presence however that may feel like. Girveon simply turned around, and saw a dark slender figure walking along a path further away from him. He tried to make out the body structure but knew one thing, it was definitely not a mortal, or even human-like for that matter.* 

{ *Hell... Maybe this thing knows this guy... Or was probably expecting him or something because definitely don't know whatever this thing is... But possibly, it couldn't be worse than a God that eats grass hopefully.* } 

*Girveon stared at the odd shaped creature entering the area, apparently it was staring at the tree?... What for...? He honestly didn't want to deal with anything threatening at this moment... And he was definitely not in the mood for it... But he spoke anyway...* 

" **Ahem... Are you like... Looking for something pal?.. Or are you just as surprised we got a cattle based God over there... Because honestly... I should have expected by now...** " 

*He tried communing with the unknown entity, honestly a little weirded out by it's appearance and a bit disturbed, but unsure if it'll respond intelligently or not.. But it seemed this world was rather weird... Especially because of the magic fruit that is somehow creating powerful creatures?... Even more so... Maybe this creature knows something about the tree...* 

" **That or... Who are you and do you know anything about the tree.. I'm curious about it.. And why it brought me here out of all other entities that could be placed here?...** " 

*Girveon questioned the creature, still smoking and but also giving a disgusted look toward the God eating grass...* 

{ *What a weird bunch... But I guess that is just an aspect of this world... I wonder how many creatures like us are in these realms...* }
Kevin
*Gullivario turned his head towards the strange god who approached him, his gaze flicking up and down as he'd examine the god's city-wise garb. He'd heartily chuckle at his questioning, while it was quite the foolish question, he supposed it was easy to see why they'd likened him to cattle or some over bovine creature. Setting aside whatever ego bruise the comparison caused, he'd reply in his deep, rolling voice, echoing his chuckle.*

"Why no, Stranger. I assure you I ain't no god of common cattle... Though their bodies likely enter my domain eventually, flame grilled, preferably... With a dash of spice perhaps... Ah but I digress."

*He'd turn to face the stranger full on, lifting his hand to tip his wide brimmed hat in a casual greeting, all the while fixing the god before him with a perhaps vaguely judge-mental look in his piercing green eyes. The god before him was immaculately dressed, and he himself admired the dark attired he donned.*

"And what of you, Stranger, be you some kinda god of... Immaculately tailored suits?"

*He'd speak jovially and inquisitively whilst approaching, getting a better look at the new god which spoke to him. For Gullivario, it was interesting to see a god so finely dressed for coming straight off of the great tree, but it was a welcome sight to be sure. The god radiated a sense of elegance and affluence which could be typical of a higher class mortal, but that was as mortal as his appearance would get. Besides that, to put it simply, the man was sheer godly gorgeousness. The god smiled in a wide enough grin to near match the brim of his hat, revealing teeth which were uncannily sharp, clutching the blade of grass between his jaws, which seemed to have transformed into a thin shard of bone marrow; like elegantly macabre toothpick.*

"You got a name, god o' dress suits?"

*He'd speak slowly in his jestful tone, in no particular rush, before turning his attention to the presence which approached the pair.*

*This new presence intrigued Gullivario greatly as well, yet he'd show reluctance in tipping his hat to the approaching figure just yet. It was in poor taste, perhaps, to greet a figure which had not yet greeted you. He'd follow his gaze to the trunk of the world tree, chuckling something to himself.*
Carla
*After being addressed directly, the figure looks away from the World Tree and towards the two Gods. His teeth, all of them fanged, part in what could be a smile on a nicer face.*

'...You are *New* Gods.'

*His voice, rather than being deep or alluring or full of temptation, is more like a dozen whispers coalescing into one sound. High pitched and low, fast and slow, a swarm of sounds coming from those chattering fangs. He approaches closer, taking each step slowly as He walks. The claws from his feet add their own sound with every pace. Kss-clink, kss-clink.*

'I am Visarni. Your first guide, it seems, after Gaia has borne you. Welcome to...'

*The God pauses. He rolls one wrist in the silence, though the hand holding the torch aloft remains stable.*

'Well, to Gaia. The Tree upon which we stand. And you-'

*Pointing to Gullivario with one talon.*

'-Even know your Domain within moments of consciousness. A good omen, I am sure.'

*His head turns to Girveon, rest of the body not moving.*

'I cannot say why you have been chosen. The circumstances of our births are mysterious, at least to me. But Gaia, our mother, has chosen us to Create. To act as Gods ought to, so I am told.'
Wendell
*Girveon listened to the Cattle God, well God Of Food... Apparently... Speak about how well he dressed, which was an ego boost for Girveon, but God Of Immaculately tailored Suits was kinda lame, at least cattle made sense for someone who was eating grass. Nevertheless, as Gullivario walked up to his face, Girveon didn't even flinch, he simply looked up at the giant, and took another inhale of his cigar and simply let out the contents of the smoke onto Gullivario's face...* 

" **Want a hit?... It'll make you feel even better. Just don't eat it alright?** " 

*He made a little chuckle back at the other God, seemingly amused for the humor of the gluttonous God. He then responded with a calm voice, similar sounding to a southern accent as well, but seemingly deeper. Especially after hearing the nickname, he couldn't help but chuckle again before saying...* 

" **Call me Girveon... My domain is Gambling, I especially favor it when the stakes are high... What about you Bessie, what's your name...** " 

*He said teasingly, chuckling even more even... And kept the expression as he stared at the other God. He smirks at him, at least his mind was telling him right, we are meant to create, even destroy, so we as a whole can create again... Very well then...* 

*Girveon looked at this so called guide... Smiled even a bit more, observing him, calculating in his head even.* 

" **"To act as Gods..." How interesting... Many people can view that differently here. That can start affiliations, especially deciding whether we will be malevolent or benevolent Gods. However, whomever Gaia truly is, she most certainly has good taste in bringing in a fucked family tree. But who am I to oppose such a grand gift, I'll accept it, and use it generously. I assume you're a God yourself? What is your name, I rather not give you nickname, because I wouldn't know what to call you for starters.** " 

*With even a rough examination of Visarni and Gullivario. He knew the struck interesting gold, having potential allies like these two would come in handy, especially in a world where Gods wont always get along with other Gods... After all, in games, numbers are always a bonus. Especially if those numbers are useful. But rather than thinking of others as game pieces, he rather have someone he can trust and rely on... So he'll definitely keep in touch with these two if possible.*
Kevin
*The Gluttonous God simply allowed the cigar smoke to be blown into his face, simply blinking his hooded eyes, his wide grin never leaving his face. He'd simply inhale the smoke, tasting the scent on his tongue before exhaling it back out towards the God who'd sent it. Whether the gesture was meant to intimidate, or show a lack thereof, Gullivario chose instead to once again exercise restraint in showing any strong distaste beside a subtle challenging glint in his green eyes.*

"Hell, if yer offerin', can't turn down an offer like that." 

*Gullivario said in his low, southern drawl before he'd take a hit of the well-tailored God's cigar, holding it between his sharp teeth, allowing the smoke to well in his mouth before exhaling the smoke slowly through his nostrils, further adding to the God's bull-like appearance by mistake. With a hearty half-chuckle he'd return the cigar, uneaten, to the God who called himself Girveon. He quite enjoyed the taste, unsurprisingly, and nodded to signify this.*

"Interesting name you're given yerself, Giveon." He'd repeat the name, letting it roll off of his tongue. "Interesting domain too, I'm glad to find another fella who values his stakes, though something tells me we've got different stakes on our minds. The name's Gullivario, charmed I'm sure."

*He'd grin jovially again, winking a bright eye as he'd chuckle, straightening his posture so he was not bowed slightly to Giveon's level anymore. Once again he'd turn to address the 'guide' which approached them, tilting his head curiously.*

"To create, eh? Acting as gods all the while... I like your words, stranger. What are you gonna do to guide us, pray tell?"

*He'd remark to himself that these two were quite the interesting individuals, at least he percieved they made pleasant company in the present moment, anyway.*
Carla
*Gambling. The word was practically unknown to Him, but it drew up enough vague images to understand the concept. The God whose Domain deals with grilling and spices, however, Visarni understood well. Hunger dogged Him constantly, though perhaps not the physical kind. On with the talking.*

'I would not wish to guide you per say, merely offer you more than I had at the time of My birth.'

*He turns and gestures away from Gaia's Trunk, His torch flaring a little as He does.*

'When you wish to claim your right, you must walk upon the Branches. It may take moments to find your Realm, or days - time hardly matters to us. Nestled within the Tree's hold will be a land for you to sculpt as you please. Forests, deserts, mountains, oceans, whichever speaks to you. Then, to offer you worship, mortals. They will become a community under your hands, or perhaps you will have them live in solitude.'

*Visarni's hand goes a little further and the torch's flames point in one direction.*

*'There* In the West is where I make my Home, along with my fellows, the Dual Gods Ystin and Nitsy. Should you wish to enter my Realm for whatever reason, make your presence known, and Avali-Satta will be open to you. I suggest asking politely for anyone else.'

*...He isn't sure where that name came from. Somewhere in the back of His mind. Well, He's got a whole mentor thing going on right now, so he shouldn't draw attention to that.*

'My name is Visarni, God of Nightmares. And, as for our... Family tree, that is one thing I know little about. From what I have gleamed, our Siblings, whether you claim them as such or not, are disorganized to some level. If they *Were* Organized, maybe we would have someone ready to greet new Gods like ourselves.'

*Given His voice (voices?) has been nothing but neutral, the slightly disgruntled tone there might be a surprise.*

'Nonetheless, assume that most concepts you think of have a God attached to their Domain, and hope that when you walk to find them, Gaia's Branches will lead you the right way.'
Tony
*Time. It's something perceived differently all around, and yet why do countless others seemingly know how long it took to manifest? Even at the end of the day, this one was quite in sync with the two prior fruit drops. The idea of a simple fruit falling was under no accounts a normal occurrence, however in this case- for everyone around who came from the tree itself would be of new life. Life that would have great effect and status of the world, even if they did not wish for it.*

*The fruit that was seemingly gliding down was of simple colors. Yet its beauty felt like no other. Its unique proportions was that of a peach, while its color radiated that of a cherries. It was not scarred, nor was it in any shape seemingly wrong. At the top instead of sporting a normal fruity stem, it held a rose. One of which would sway as the fruit would drop.*

*Little did this small being would know, it was their turn to fully take shape and manifest. There was no telling of its fate beyond which it would become. And due to it only being a simple fruit it had no way of telling what its thoughts were. Thankfully, its form seemingly decided it had no intention of becoming harmed or scathed in any way. It began to take shape mid-air, rather than waiting for its full completion of a drop.*

*Her legs would form first, as she gracefully falls down to the ground the rest of her body to her head forms. In a rather slender and curvaceous shape, she took pride as her left leg's ivory heel would touch the ground. Following in stance, almost as if she was a ballerina landing from a graceful leap, would follow her right leg.*

*Her dress would be the next thing to form outside of her body and heels. In a tight manor yet slightly loose, the dress would form around her hourglass body. Being that of a rather gorgeous cherry red. Her hair then would finally take its full color, being that of a lighter pink as it dropped down to its wavy bob. Her hair was perfect, and not at all messy even with her abrupt manifestation.*

*Her slender arms with a very fair complexion would reach down and pat down her dress, pulling out any kind of wrinkles that took effect along the way. She would slightly pull it down, which was heavily unnecessary with how deep the V lined neck already was on the dress.*

*Her chest would rise and fall as she took in the smell of the world around her. It was an inhalation that was abruptly interrupted by the individual who was seemingly smoking. She thankfully did not mind the smell or the taste at all.*

*She looked around at the area- unsure of what to fully think of what was going on around. She felt overwhelmed by the newly found information that she seemingly developed with. She let out a brief sigh as she looked around with her eyes, followed by her slightly turning her body in a full 360 degrees.*

*She blinked a few more times as she generously thought to herself.*

*'The area around is not as graceful as it should be. . .Perhaps it could be better.'*

*She turned once again to the tree that stood tall before her. She thought once more to herself as to what the tree could be. . What it should be. All though she saw it as a beacon of life, something she gratefully appreciated- a true thought that occurred in her mind was almost screaming to her.*

*'I wonder what each of their desires hold upon birth. . .'

*Her mind comes to a pause before continuing more.*

*'Or what the already existing ones lust for.'*

*Basic thoughts of which all though very cliché, was the basic grasp of her character that she could fully pull close to her chest. She felt proud of her own thoughts, yet at the same time felt it was too broad- too simple for her to think of.*

*She lightly shook her head, not wanting to overwhelm her mind by thinking too astray from the simple basics she knew upon being birthed.*