Erik
The Bastard
Edicts: be brave in the face of adversity, enjoy life’s simple pleasures
Anathema: let fear or anxiety hold you back, blindly accept your fate
Sacred Animal: Mastiff
Sacred Colors: Green, Orange, Purple
Erik the Bastard is a peculiar contradiction in the divine hierarchy. Born of Taranis, the Thunderer, he was elevated to the rank of Exarch for his bravery in battle, yet he never truly died — an oddity that leaves him wandering the Material Plane in his original flesh. Unlike other ascended demigods, who serve as extensions of their parent’s will, Erik rejects the mantle entirely, refusing to be named his father’s Exarch. He strides instead as his own man, a broad-shouldered warrior with golden blonde hair, fair skin, and eyes as blue as the sky before a storm, clad not in celestial raiment but in furs and leather like any other pub-crawling gadabout.
Though heir to unfathomable power, Erik scorns solemnity, preferring the company of roaring taverns and the comforts of food, drink, and laughter. He revels in fleeting joys his immortal kin would dismiss as vulgar distractions, yet to him they are proof of life’s worth. Beneath the carousing, however, lies a restless mind — he is as quick to muse on the brevity of existence as he is to drain another cup. This strange balance keeps him tethered to his mortal shell, neither wholly god nor man, but something between. To many mortals, it is precisely this tension that makes him so endearing, for he is both one of them and forever beyond their reach.
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