======<br/>Dieu<br/>The First Moon<br/>======<br/><br/>Deiu appears as a young man, perhaps mid-teens, with somewhat androgynous features and wispy brown hair.  Not that he currently knows what androgynous means: The God of Creation is only hours old, and is coming to terms with his own existence more than trying to label it.<br/><br/>In his right hand is an ornate, silver colored rod which holds the Divine Light at the end.  To describe it's beauty is impossible.  Mortal words will only tell you things it is not.<br/><br/>"It glows with a white light, but the light does not hurt the eyes, but soothes them.  And compared to the pure white of fresh laid snow, the Divine Light is purer, whiter, in a way that makes the snow look unclean." And so forth.<br/>No, one needs only be aware of the sensation of being in its presence.  Small, and welcomed.  Shaken, and quivering with possibilities.  Powerful, feeling the matter of creation pervade you.  And Deiu, more than any of the five beings gathered upon the First Moon, feels these sensations rattle to his core.<br/><br/>Deiu has been studying the empty blackness above for some moments, half aware of the others behind him.  His mind is littered with impossible questions.  He feels a sensation at his wrist, that jerks him out of his ponderences.  They can wait, it seems to say.  The answers lie in the doing.  The unformed words make him smile, and suddenly he is possessed of the notion that this will be very, very fun.<br/><br/>He turns to the other four gathered.  No words are spoken.. Words, as we know them, do not yet exist. But his intent is clear, from the conniving grin of a child at play, spread across his face.  From the torch comes the raw energy of miracles, and all four are filled with it to bursting.<br/><br/>'This is ours.' Deiu's lips move, and he is understood.