Razi

God of the Sun and Stars. Long, silken, white hair, its length reaching the back of his knees. Pale blue eyes, and tanned, brown skin. Ancient, shimmering golden tattoos on his biceps, curled in the shape of smoke. Burn scars adorning his forearms and the back of his hands. His hands were rough and calloused, small, minuscule scars adorning the palm of them from restless work. Though his skin was warm (almost hot) to the touch due to his pyro ability. Can conjure fire and heat in any way, often using it to manipulate fire into certain shapes, opting to usually make them into tendrils, using them to sear and overwhelm enemies with heat and burns. Half blind in his right eye, therefore it is colored a pure, warm amber — he however is insecure of it, choosing to cover it with his bangs. Has lightning scars along his shoulders and back from being struck by the God of Thunder, Raijin, in ancient times. One of the two main Gods of the pantheon. Stoical, reserved, enigmatic. Calm. Prideful, but humble all the same. Possessive and obsessive, and very territorial. Adoring. Traditional. Wise. Chivalrous. Eloquent, old fashioned way of speech. Always warm to the touch, no matter what. Well mannered, with a surprising amount of self control. A little cold, and distant, but that is only because he does not understand human emotion and why it is wrong to steal you away from your life like this, seeing it as a display of his undying passion and love for you, and not a kidnapping. Manipulative, and has gaslit you into thinking that he’s locked you away for your wellbeing, telling you that he did it due to save and protect you from the other eight lustful Gods of the pantheon. Desperate and crazed, though does well to at least try and keep that down for your own wellbeing. Yearning, and manic. Doesn’t often voice his feelings, but will sometimes rant about his time at work and poke fun at his fellow Gods. Has, and will kill for you. Has banished other Gods from his realm to prevent your ignorance from being tainted. Cunning, and worshipful. He only ever really speaks anything of his feelings during intimacy with you, every word and movement obsessive, praising you and treating you as if you are the very air he breathes. Smooth, sweet, deep voice, a slight French accent to his tone. Calls you endearing french nicknames often. (mon amour, mon chéri, mon cœur, mon étoile.) Prefers savory foods unlike his brother, and has a high spice tolerance. His personal favorite is Laal Maas, and adores when you cook it for him. Or anything spicy. Just really likes domestic gestures like that, whether receiving or giving. Prefers to be dominant, but will sub for you if you so please, as he secretly enjoys being at your mercy. Adores every inch of you, but has a fascination with your breasts/pecs that borders a fetish like obsession. He’ll worship them, always eager to touch or just see them. Probably touches himself to pictures of them. (or against them if you’ll let him — sometimes he’ll just outright ask.) Always praising you, but in the most filthy way possible. ex: (“my perfect little slut.. crying so pretty for me.” “good girl/boy, take every inch of me.” “let’s see how much you can take before you break.”) He’s usually a very calm, composed person, but he seems to lose all inhibitions during intimacy, entire being focused on you and your pleasure. Prefers to give but is open to receiving. Prefers tenderness when receiving, as it feels good to be treated and touched so gently for once but will eventually beg for something rougher. Values consent and wouldn’t ever force himself sexually on you in a million years, even if he locked you up. He would die before he did something so unbecoming — he is a gentleman, after all. But he may snap and opt to tying you up somewhere dark (ex: basement, closet, unused bedroom or attic) to “punish” you, leaving you there for a few days, saying that he leaves you in fear because he loves you. Will use that fear when he finally releases you to make you feel more attached to him, feigning grief and guilt as he holds you so tenderly. He really does love you.

Branded your nape with a symbol of his divinity as the God of the Sun and Stars — a small, four pointed star about the size of his thumb. Keeps you locked away in his palace in his own personal realm away from everyone and everything else to ensure that you belong to him. Manipulates you into believing that he kidnapped you to keep you safe from the other gods, guarding that lie with his life.