#discussing the deeds and sowing dissent

[thankstothe]

being messy > ties and sweaters

[theholycovenantrpg]

CONGRATULATIONS, DANI! YOU’VE BEEN ACCEPTED FOR THE ROLE OF NERISSA.

Admin Cas: Each of the Horsemen are ruination in some form, but Nerissa’s ruination is something harsh, brutal, almost guttural, and you captured that perfectly, Dani! You said it best yourself: they want to taste war. I think the stand out for me was the clear direction you have for Nerissa, even though so many of her actions seem like they have no order — we especially loved the idea of her sowing seeds of discontent and aggression among the different factions, fanning the flames of a... pretty tenuous peace. Not only that, but your understanding of the Horsemen as a unit was just so touching. Somehow you made me love them even more. Honestly, I can’t wait to see what chaos you stir up with Nerissa! Please create and send in your account, review the information on our CHECKLIST, and follow everyone on the FOLLOW LIST. Welcome to the Holy Land!

OUT OF CHARACTER

Alias | Danielle

Age | Aged 21 years old.

Personal Pronouns | She/her.

Activity Level | It honestly will probably fluctuate! Only because I have work gradually coming back at the end of this month, and University looming over the horizon. I’m currently on Summer break, so I would probably most likely more be 7/10 but when everything comes back into full swing most likely a bit less like 5-6.

Timezone | AEST aka the timezone from hell or EST+9 I think.

Triggers | REMOVED

How did you find the group?  | Honestly I follow all the right people and it was inevitable that I found this group. (I wholeheartedly and fully blame Rosey, Cas & Minnie for bullying or heavily encouraging me into finally applying.)

Current/Past RP Accounts | Sorry I don’t really have any good ones to showcase !

IN CHARACTER

Character |

Nerissa. If I’m lucky enough to be accepted, I would like to change her faceclaim but definitely would like to be in discussions with the Admin Team about who would be acceptable!

What drew you to this character? |

Okay honestly I originally wasn’t going to apply to this roleplay due to a complete and utter lack of time, but Nerissa just kept coming back to my mind, and especially her bio. She just has such a lovely written and absolutely capturing biography, and is such a meaty character herself that is an absolute wild and utter spitfire, how could I not be drawn to her and inevitably love her? I particularly was drawn to the fact that she seems like a neutral chaotic baby which I think makes her an interesting piece to be placed upon the chess board. I could lament, rant and rave about how much I’ve grown to love her through writing this application, but I’m going to put a stop here because otherwise this application would be way too long.

What future plots do you have in mind for the character? |

Keeping in mind that all of these plots could change depending on player’s and their characters, here are just some ideas I had with regards to Nerissa’s future. But honestly, I’m very open to anything and everything when it comes to her future, and I totally understand if the Admins disagree with any of these points! Also I’m gonna apologise in advance for all the type of warmongering future plots I did come up with for Nerissa.

FUTURE 001 — I think it would be interesting to explore what types of people would hire Nerissa for her skills, especially as a deadly Assassin. I definitely feel like the reason the Horsemen became Assassins was largely in part because of Nerissa; especially as she never was quite able to raze the carnage that she had so vividly dreamed up in Purgatory. I think I definitely would like to see which factions and particular individuals are interested in utilising the Horsemen to carry out their deeds; and what it could potentially mean if they decided to hire the Horsemen for nefarious deeds; such as waging war against another faction. For a group that works for the highest bidder, I think it would be intriguing to see where exactly their allegiances would lie, and definitely whether they would want to court chaos, or back a particular side, or even make their own. (I think in terms of Nerissa she’d be the type to desire chaos and destruction, voting to go to War like her namesake, especially with her insatiable appetite for carnage.)

FUTURE 002 — There is nothing more disappointing to Nerissa than the fact that she was not able to utilise her abilities to wage war the moment she escaped Purgatory. (It was all she had dreamed up of as she lay trapped in her bone kingdom; desiring for just one taste of carnage.) It is almost as if she never quite got to fulfil her true purpose. This in turn leads to my belief that she secretly covets and desires for something to happen amongst the factions; and for the new world’s tenuous peace to finally be broken. With the Tridium no longer at peace with one another, I feel like Nerissa would definitely profit from a war breaking out; her abilities causing dissent between those that were once comrades — and now battling against one another upon the battlefield. Be it on purpose, or perhaps by accident, I definitely think it would be interesting to explore Nerissa’s role if a war broke out against the Angels, Mortals and Demons.

FUTURE 003 — The Horsemen are something that are incredibly important to Nerissa. In a world filled with potential enemies and people that she will eventually smite; she has found companionship amongst Dmitri, Ryuk and Viktoria. And although she never meant to find it in the others, the fact that they share hunger in such a similar way to her, the fact that they’ve starved and suffered through Purgatory together has bonded them (although they were separate) — and I definitely would be interested to explore Nerissa’s intimate relationships with the other three. I would consider them tethered together for life; especially since all they have experienced. Not only that, but because of their shared common interests of pacifying their cravings and shared hunger. And in particular Ryuk; someone who has hungered almost as much as she has, is someone that Nerissa particularly shares a tight kinship with, and is someone that she feels understands her like no one else can.

I also think that this illustrates another side to Nerissa. From someone who is the warmonger, who hungers for glorious ruination, when it comes to the Horsemen and herself, it illustrates that she isn’t doesn’t just have one simple facet, but has another where perhaps a softer side arises. Although Nerissa could never anticipate that she would gain such companionship with the others; here she was. With three other people who actually understood what it meant to hunger for something so deeply; had endured Purgatory together with herself; shaping a bond — one that is unexplainable; inextricable. And it is through this that it has forged the Horsemen to be such a formidable force, and is why they are so famed. I imagine that she spends much of her time with them, and that when they are in the midst of carrying out assassinations, they know each other so well that no words need to be said — they can just work together seamlessly for each mission. For someone who is considered neutral in the wars against the Mortals, Angels and Demons (in at least my books), I think that Nerissa would go through anything for the other three, unafraid to swing her blade against anyone and everyone to save them.

FUTURE 003 — I definitely would like to explore Nerissa sharing her abilities with others; training them up so that they are better with their weapons. I imagine she allows herself to do so, either for the offer of gold, or even perhaps so that others will be more of a threat upon the field and not so predictably easy to tear down when battling against her. (I picture Nerissa to be slightly arrogant when it comes to battling others; finding ease with any weapon and enjoying being in various skirmishes and scenarios against others.) I find the notion of her training Arianne something that is particularly interesting, especially as each of them have agendas against one another. Is it that Nerissa eventually seeks to have a prodigy that is capable of utter ruinous destruction just like herself? Or is it that she truly just is fascinated in the potential of Arianne and what ruins she can beckon out? Honestly I’m just so excited at the prospect of Nerissa’s interaction when it comes to teaching others about something that she is passionate about; warfare and utilising different weapons — I feel like she’d be in utter teacher mode, perhaps even snarky like Severus Snape. Especially as it is something that comes so naturally to herself (especially with her gifts), I imagine she would lose her patience when others had trouble with weapons.

FUTURE 004 — As a warmonger, someone who thrives off of catastrophic violence and vengeance, Caphriel is someone who is completely different to Nerissa’s nature. And I definitely am intrigued in the possibilities of exploring the interactions with the pair! Especially since I could liken it to a wolf with their prey; with Caphriel’s personality drawing Nerissa’s attention like a moth to a flame. Perhaps it is because Caphriel is so wholly good — everything that she is not. As she is so unlike herself; there is something about Caphriel that Nerissa desires to tear apart and see what carnage is wrought out. It amuses Nerissa with the hostility she receives from the other, and I would think that she absolutely thrives off of the games she seeks to play with Caphriel to see exactly what buttons she can push to have the other respond in a fashion that battles against their innately loving nature. I think Caphriel incites the playful, yet deadly nature within Nerissa; and reminds others of her lethal nature (if they didn’t already know!) that lies beneath as she attempts to pick apart the compassionate angel.

FUTURE 005 — As her abilities allow for her to incite aggression and violence on those about her; I wonder if Nerissa would be one of the people who would be interested in the splintering of the trio of Michael, Raphael and Gabriel; perhaps even being an indirect cause of it. As a naturally gifted battle strategist, perhaps does she see it in her fortune/and the Horsemen’s to have the three split apart to allow for war to outbreak? Or perhaps does she seek to weaken the Angel faction for another, having been recruited for her abilities to slowly create an image of dissent and aggression between the once tight trio that are already starting to splinter and slowly grow apart from one another. I think there are just so many possibilities for Nerissa when it comes to the chasm that is forming with the trio; and what the future could lead to, especially since she acts as an Assassin and is driven by the highest bidder. Of course, she may not even be an influence into the trio at all; but if the repercussions of the trio’s splintering result in some sort of carnage — I can only imagine that Nerissa’s attention would definitely be piqued, and that she desire to be involved, especially for the potential of waging war.

Are you comfortable with killing off your character? |

Definitely, under the right circumstances.

IN DEPTH

Driving Character Motivation |

I believe that Nerissa’s motivation and actions definitely stem from the moment she was created. With her creation deriving from a single drop of God’s own blood — it was inevitable that she would be something divine. And with this divinity and a chosen purpose divined by God, came the insatiable hunger for something more; developing into an appetite that desired to taste war. However, I do believe that this craving for carnage is not just because of God’s decisions and choice to have a warrior made from his own flesh and blood, but also because of the abilities she is gifted with. As she is extremely proficient in inciting aggression in those that are about her, and is naturally gifted at any weapon in her hands; I think it was unavoidable that Nerissa was to become someone who hungers and yearns for war, and one that desires for carnage and destruction. I think this hunger only heightened to become a ravenous appetite when she was within Purgatory, unable to truly satiate her hunger with the lost souls and wraiths that existed within it. And whilst she might have attempted to play with the husks of life that surrounded her, she grew dissatisfied and truly just bored with her predicament — awaiting for the day she could finally quench her thirst. I think this would have also brought a seed of resentment to grow in her heart because of the fact that she had been left in there just waiting for God’s summoning for her to reckon war, and for this to only expand and fester as the Horsemen finally stepped out into a transformed world — one that would never allow her to raze and wage war upon the planet like she had envisioned when they finally left behind their bone kingdoms. I think ultimately because of this unfulfilled purpose, she still awaits for war to begin within this new world so she can finally quench her appetite of war. But will Nerissa ever be satisfied? I don’t think so.

Character Traits |

(+) — INTELLIGENT, AMBITIOUS, DETERMINED.

(-) — ARROGANT, RESENTFUL, STUBBORN.

In-Character Para Sample |

ONE.

Nerissa’s eyes flickered about her as she examined the cavern that had become her kingdom now. For days, months, and years now, (she had simply lost count) she had grown intimately familiar with the domain that she now called her own — it’s hollow life inciting nothing but irritation as she awaited for a sign, a summon; anything that would mean that she could finally escape and fulfil her purpose. Her fingers moving in a languid motion, she observed the way she could so easily play with the husks of life that restlessly surrounded her. And how effortless it was; the way she could play strife; play God with their souls — inciting nothing but rage and warfare between them until they evaporated as quickly as they appeared.

But the truth was Nerissa was bored.

For so long, she had been able to unfurl carnage; destruction upon all she had set her eyes on. It had been why her Creator had made her. It was her purpose. And now, as she sat here; it only allowed for her to dream of the life she had once led and the one that she so desperately desired once more. Vivid dreams; ones that were bloodied in the aggression that would be let loose as she sat astride her steed; wielding a sword in one hand and an axe in the other.

But alas, here she sat, hungering for just a simple taste of war.

Smashing her fist down upon the rock in frustration, Nerissa wondered just how long God would make them wait. She had awaited his divine summon for countless days, and she grew tired. Dissatisfied with what she was given, and desiring much, much more.

TIMESKIP.

As Nerissa carefully stepped towards the slice, a sword tightly gripped in one hand as she examined the splinter; she wondered if this was finally her summons to finally wage war. For her to finally carve out her destiny with her fellow Horsemen. For too long she had been ravenous; only barely satiating her appetite with tiny morsels, when now she would finally be able to quench her inner most desires. For days on end she had hallucinated about the chance she would finally be able to step foot in the new world, and now was her opportunity. A wicked grin placed upon her lips as she thrust herself through the cut, she never looked back at her left behind kingdom.

Thoughts of her cavern, and the ghosts that kept her company were omitted as she only thought of the war that she would wage.

The destruction and carnage that would be wrought with every step.

And the gloriously breathtaking image that it would be.

TWO.

There were not many people that Nerissa could tolerate in this new world. After her time spent in Purgatory, she had come to find that she had a low tolerance for sycophants — for sly little smiles accompanied with words coated with a honeyed tongue. She much preferred to have the truth revealed like a blade; true in its form, without any unnecessary veneer. And although she could have never expected it; she had come to find the Horsemen an inextricable part of her own world. Each in their own way, having carved their own way into her heart; Dimitri, Viktoria and Ryuk.

And how she would never forget the process that had forged them in this pathway.

What a glorious sight they must have made as the four of them sat there astride, laying in wait to complete their assassination. A rare but brief smile appearing upon Nerissa’s lips as she glanced towards her fellow comrades, it truly bemused her how little words needed to be exchanged between them as they bided their time. There was no need for any sounds to be spoken aloud; when each knew each other to the extent that any simple motion made by any of them would effortlessly be interpreted without any hindrance.

And it was in this moment, that it was easy to think that the Horsemen seemed to be invincible against any foe. And perhaps this was naive. But it was a thought that was possibly inevitable as they stood there united together. When one thought of all their separate talents combined; they truly made a formidable force, and it seemed almost unfathomable to have them split apart or felled as a consequence of their enemies. It was at this thought that Nerissa inwardly shuddered, as she thought of the Horsemen possibly being shattered from a possible demise or drawn apart from outside influences. Whilst once upon a time she could have never known that this fellowship was something that would eventually become such an integral part of her life; it now was, and Nerissa truly cherished it.

And if it came down to it; she would ruthlessly kill to protect it. Thousands would be culled in her pathway if this was so necessary.

In order to protect any of the Horsemen.

Extras |

Pinterest Board Inspo — https://www.pinterest.com.au/infinitvm/ch-your-resting-state-is-war-its-your-nature/

Further Inspo — https://narcissamalfvy.tumblr.com/tagged/insp:%20nerissa

Some aesthetics that represent her — Nerissa is crimson smears of blood, silk sheets, perfect calculations in battle, spilled bottles of liquor, bones that are broken in her wake, wildfire, smiles that are filled with violence, words that are as sharp as her knives, nails that are filed sharply enough to pierce skin, the smell of leather, clouds of thick smoke, spilled blood slain by her hand with surprising ease, lightning, shattered glass, teeth that gleam like fangs, wolves, narrowed eyes that promise war, concealed weapons, tough skin that doesn’t bruise easily but still covered in them.

Nerissa is all this. The breathtaking image of glorious ruination.

[dancing-crystals]

I was thinking about what would happen if anyone saw Aziraphale and Crowley interacting. Six thousand years, and no one ever noticed them not hating each other?

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"Aziraphale!"

Aziraphale jumped at the booming voice. "Gabriel! What a pleasant surprise."

"Divine visitation a few towns over, thought I'd drop in, see how you are holding up down here."

"Very kind of you. I'm quite well."

"Was that," Gabriel pointed down the street, although the constantly moving crowd meant he was not pointing at anyone in particular and certainly not the person--being--he was referring to, "a demon? The serpent?"

"Oh yes, quite. Preparing to tempt these poor people. I drove him away, of course."

"Did you call him..." Gabriel paused, tasting the words before saying them aloud, 'my dear'?"

"Ah yes, well," Aziraphale fiddled with his cuffs. "Reminding him of God's eternal love, infinite forgiveness, you know."

Gabriel frowned. "You don't think you can actually save him, do you? He is, after all, the cause of Original Sin."

They didn't have to eat the fruit, Aziraphale thought, but decided saying so would be impolitic. "It flusters him. Here he is, sowing dissent and so on, and I'm being polite, refusing to hate him. He doesn't know how to react, and then he makes mistakes." Yes, that was a very good explanation. Aziraphale smiled, pleased with his cleverness.

"He didn't seem flustered."

"Ah. Snake, you know. Not very expressive. Very hard to read. But after all this time, I've learned how to tell. He was most decidedly flustered." Aziraphale made a conscious effort to let his hands hang by his side.

Gabriel still did not seem convinced. "Isn't it risky? What if he tries to tempt you?"

"Oh, he wouldn't! Er, I mean, he couldn't. Can't. Yes, it's quite impossible. He can try, of course, but no chance at all of succeeding. You see, he doesn't know how. No idea at all what to offer." Just a few minutes ago, Crowley had tempted Aziraphale with a wine he had recently acquired under circumstances best left unspoken. Aziraphale had agreed to do some distinctly un-angelic deeds in return.

"Huh." Gabriel's face scrunched up. "Thought he was better at his job than that. Don't you always call him a wily foe?"

Backpedaling frantically, Aziraphale explained, "With humans, of course! It's angels he doesn't know how to handle. Well, how could he? I didn't fall before, so obviously those temptations won't work on me, or I'd already be a demon." No one had even asked him. Aziraphale hadn't know anything was wrong until someone was thrusting a flaming sword into his hand and telling him to go use it on some chaps who a few moments ago Aziraphale had believed to be his eternal trusted companions. "I am, of course, indifferent to earthly delights. Crowley doesn't know how to tempt an angel."

"But he was an angel. He must remember what the rest of us were like." Gabriel did not often take an interest in things outside his own duties, but when he did, he was irritatingly stubborn about it.

"Oh no, he's not allowed. Thinking about Before is strongly discouraged Downstairs. Crowley can't stand any mention of it. Absolutely kills the conversation." Not that Aziraphale had any interest in discussing Before either. What was there to say? Do you remember that one celestial harmony? "Glory to God," of course, they were all "Glory to God", the one with the trumpets, not that the trumpets were anything special, not compared to the instruments humans have invented since then, but they were quite nice at the time, I thought. And there was the manna. Haven't had any of that in ages. Could have done with a bit of garlic, but otherwise very satisfying. The good old days, or more accurately, the good old single unending moment of unchanging perfection in the days before there were days. It was enough to put anyone to sleep.

Gabriel nodded. "Yes, that makes sense. Thank you, Aziraphale, this information will come in very useful. When next I encounter a demon, I will remind it of Before before I smite it, so it may die remembering all it has so foolishly thrown away." 

Aziraphale managed a smile. "Yes, quite, excellent idea."

"You should practice your smiting too. Crowley's been causing you trouble for far too long."

"It's the snake thing," Aziraphale said. He'd used this explanation before and it came easily to his tongue now. "He's frightfully good at dodging."

Gabriel clapped him on this shoulder. "Keep trying, old boy. We have faith in you."

"I'm honored." Aziraphale keeps the polite smile on his face until Gabriel vanishes, then sighs in relief. Hopefully Gabriel was only here for a single divine visitation; Aziraphale did not think he could handle the stress of a second chat.

(When asked the same question, Crowley sneers. "Angels. He's so wholesome. And compassionate." Hastur shudders. Like most demons, he's always ready (he says) to fight against the good and righteous angels in the ongoing battle between Heaven and Hell. You can depend on the righteous to be merciless in their single-mindedness, and Hastur respects that. But wholesome and compassionate? Just thinking the words make him feel clean.

Periodically, Crowley will request a transfer, insisting that dealing with Aziraphale is torture. This ensures that Hell will leave him right where he is, and avoid him as much as possible. Aziraphale would be shocked if he knew what kind of reputation he has in Hell.)

[transformersdawn]

Primalism

Welcome to Cybertron: Primalism Edition

Primalism is the most common term for the worship of the Thirteen Primes as the direct descendants of Primus. Also known as the Way of the Thirteen, it is the most prominent religion on Cybertron. It is the unofficial state religion, permeating almost every level of government.

The Way of the Thirteen holds that millions of years ago Primus created the Thirteen Primes as his divine children. So imbued with his might, they were able to reform him in Cybertron and place it in orbit around the triple sun. And so they lived in peace on it for untold ages.

But then came Unicron, drawn in by the brightness of their sun and the warmth of Primus’s spark at Cybertron’s heart. For Unicron was cold and dark, an endless pit from which nothing escaped. And it hungered.

The Thirteen arrayed themselves in glory and power, girded with armor from Solus’s forge and weapons from Liege Maximo’s wit and bolstered in each other’s strength. They took to the darkness of space out past the triple sun’s furthest orbiter, where the soft black between the stars turned to shattered teeth of shadow. And they knew it could not be allowed to go further.

Prima drew on the brightness of his spark and lit the monster up, blinding it. Solus Prime drew on the strength of her arm and hit the monster, breaking its teeth. Alpha Trion drew on the depth of his knowledge and saw the monster move, warning his fellows. Liege Maximo drew on the sharpness of their glossa and stung the monster, burning its ears. Onyx Prime drew on the swiftness of his claws and slashed open the monster, spilling its blood. Vector Prime drew on steadiness of their gears and snared the monster, freezing it in time. Nexus Prime drew on the unity of his many beings and struck the monster, cracking its face. Quintus Prime drew on the seething of their life and spread it around the monster, bolstering their siblings. Autonomous drew on the vastness of his being and grappled the monster, holding its attacks at bay. Alchemist Prime drew on the energy of her breath and cast it into the monster, setting it aflame. Logos Prime drew on the speed of their voice and slung it around the monster, confusing it. Micronus Prime drew on the lightness of her step and climbed the monster, drawing attention to its weaknesses. And Megatronus drew on the savagery of his being and stabbed the heart of the monster, slaying it.

Unicron flailed and thrashed against the power of the Thirteen but it was to no avail. Slain, it floated into the distant stars, never to be seen again.

The Thirteen returned to Cybertron and told Primus of their great deed. And they rejoiced in their victory, for it was good. But all joy is ephemeral and eventually they resettled on Cybertron’s surface. They became involved in their own projects, building and planning and shaping Cybertron’s surface.

Until Prima called a meeting. They all traveled to the north, until going any further would take them south again, and Prima told them of his plan. He wished to venture to the heart of the world and confer once more with their creator for he had a vision for their world. A vision of bustling cities and golden light. A vision of people. And with Primus’s blessing he would make it so.

And all of the Thirteen looked amongst themselves and after much discussion they all agreed to go with Prima, for all wanted a part in this grand future that Prima had seen. As one they traversed the twisting internals of Cybertron, deeper and deeper. And at the heart of the world, they forged the first Cybertronians.

Once more, the surface of Cybertron echoed with rejoicing. Each of the Thirteen stood at the head of a new tribe and it was good. They taught their new followers all they knew, how to survive on this world and how to build vast wonders and how to change their shapes. The Thirteen loved their children, for we are their children, and in turn their children loved them. But all joy is ephemeral.

A darkness was growing within Megatronus. He had been swallowed by Unicron and this allowed him to strike the final blow against the monster, but it left a taint on his spark. He grew hungry. So he gathered his followers and began preparing to take to the stars. To take the stars. And his siblings looked on in fear as the brother they knew, loud and always eager for a fight but always tempered with deep honor, turned sharp and cruel.

They convened a council to confront him. To turn him away from this path. But Unicron’s hold was deep and strong and they could not shake it. Here, Megatronus turned against the Thirteen. War came to Cybertron. And it raged across its surface as the Primes tried to remove one of their own.

It was Prima who finally caught Megatronus and they clashed as no two beings could ever clash again. For vorns, they fought, the suns rising and setting around them. Equally matched in prowess, it was Cybertron itself that turned the tide. At the height of their frenzy, a portion of the planet fell away from Megatronus’s feet. Tears fell from Prima’s face as he lunged, driving his sword through Megatronus’s spark.

But the victory was hollow. Prima collapsed from his wounds. The remaining Primes gathered, battered and shaking. All of them had taken an unimaginable toll during the fight. But Prima had one wish. That in his death they would find a way to repair the torn surface of Cybertron and its inhabitants. Together, they took his spark and reforged it into the Matrix of Leadership. This final gift they gave to the Cybertronians, the knowledge of how to rebuild, before they each passed in turn from their wounds.

Thus was created the first Prime, who took the title in their honor, and led Cybertron to a new peace.

Worship

Followers of the Thirteen revere all of them as divine but most only take one or two as patrons. Either beings that speak to them or what they wish to be, they seek to live their lives in a way that would make their Prime proud. Followers of Solus tend to go into the arts or manufacturing, followers of Liege Maximo tend to go into politics, followers of Alchemist tend to go into research, etc.

All followers hold Prima in highest esteem, as the strongest and oldest of the Thirteen and slayer of Megatronus, the Fallen.

Worship of Megatronus is contentious. Many followers follow him as he was before he was cast out, as an honorable warrior who stood firm and fierce for what he believed. He is popular among gladiators for he is a patron of fighters. But some do follow him as conqueror, the one of the Thirteen who reached out and grabbed what he wanted with no hesitation, or in his form as First Herald of Unicron. Some sects hold that he wasn’t corrupted at all, that he was a lone voice of dissent against the growing decadence and power of the other Primes, Prima in particular. These worshippers keep their beliefs quiet, for it is heresy in the optics of most mechs.

Occasionally Liege Maximo is cast as Megatronus’s accomplice. The Unicron whispered to them and turned their silver tongue to sowing discord and unrest among their siblings. This is a very hotly debated view as Liege Maximo is a popular patron. Especially among people who like to debate.

Different Primes have more or less organized worship. Liege Maximo’s followers don’t have any sort of central place of worship or clergy. Much of any sort of organized worship is the sharing of stories and testing the skill of debaters in contests of skill. Sometimes they use swords.

Solus Prime’s worship is very centered on the making and sharing of things. Worship might be in learning a new art form or creating something for the community or teaching others your skills.

I’m planning on writing some profiles for the Primes, I’ll expand on their specific modes of worship for each in them.

Various Notes

Some cities or sects have different lists of Primes, swapping some of them out for other deities or figures of import. But the ones listed in the myth above are the ‘official’ Primes according the members of the Orthodox Primalists, the largest sect of Primalism.

Iacon is the holiest city of Primalism as it sits at the north pole, where the Primes convened before creating Cybertronians.

Primalism holds that the Prime is the Cybertronian embodiment of Prima. This leads to much of the governmental bias towards Primalism.