#obsessed with the fact that I finally found this image googling Mischievous emoji like. he is mischievous alright

[taniushka12]

working on a project............. a Secret project........ that I think many of you will find interesting......... all in due time............

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We have a new citizen in Mount Phoenix:

                                Acat, the God of Scarification and Tattoos,                                    whose origins stem from Ancient Mayan Mexico.                     He is now a member of the city council and the owner of Taste of Ink.

FC NAME/GROUP: Kwon Jiyong (G-Dragon) of Big Bang) GOD NAME: Acat PANTHEON: Mayan OCCUPATION: –Head Artist/Modifier (Owner Taste of Ink, Tattoo and Piercing Parlour) –City Council HEIGHT: 177cm WEIGHT: 55kg DEFINING FEATURES: Outlandishly ostentatious sense of personal style. Many varied sized compositions on his body of continuously shifting and changing semi-sentient tattoos. At times they mirror his moods, tell visual stories or match his clothing–and increase and decrease with his whims. Delicate elaborate swirls and intricate dotted patterns of scarification on both shoulders and forearms.

PERSONALITY: Acat lives in the here and now. A ball of restless energy, he simply wants to enjoy the present day. With his faith in humanity lost for all time, the god has become quite cynical to a certain extent–though he hides this fact under a cloak of good natured humor, teasing sarcasm and a morbidly cheery disposition (well cheery AFTER 10 am, IF he doesn’t have a hangover and ONLY once he’s had a STIFF swig of good old-fashioned strong spicy Mexican chocolate (with a churro for dipping). Prone to spontaneous acts, he is very often as excitable as child (especially for interesting artwork), then can just as easily switch to the cold aloof calm of an ancient deity depending on his mood. Outside of that, he’s otherwise really rather lovable (though a just teensy bit sadistic.). The god is also unapologetically unfiltered, doing and/or saying pretty much just as he pleases when it pleases him to do so. Acat is the one council member that likely will always have to be nudged awake during those tediously long high council meetings–but he’ll always show up just the same. Day to day, when not putting his marks on flesh, the god dislikes being alone, which is seldom a problem because he  naturally attracts the attention of other people (and not just because his own skin is practically a living mural). If he were human one might say the deity was “living in the fast lane”, as his high pain threshold causes Acat to be drawn to overload on the extreme side of every sensory experience, sometimes without thought for the consequences for himself or others. He lives in the moment and trusts that tomorrow will take care of itself. 

HISTORY: Jiyong (as he calls himself these days), once rode on the backs and biceps of kings and warriors into battle. Getting a tattoo back then was extremely painful. To him those were the days of humanities prime, when bravery was embedded into the skin with his blessing and true men laughed in the face of physical pain. Heroes aplenty in the early days. It was a time when the world was young and fresh, dipped in shiny gold and clad in bright colors–blues, reds, and greens. Humans were fearless and bold, their own young feathers as silky and glittering as the birds of flight made by Kukulcan’s own hand. It was a time of wonder and even he was inspired by these small mortal creatures who learned like babies and yet worked tirelessly in the day, fought bravely along the plains and then still celebrated together in one voice as if time was ever on their side. He could see their hands, the way they twisted them and brought forth their imagination, carving totems with spirit, building temples ever higher to sit with the gods, painting their homes in grand creativity. He wanted to reward these precious precocious creatures. So he blessed the rough hewed hands of their most gifted artists–taught them his craft, made their needles and knives divine, giving them his most favored and blessed designs. He watched with joy as their bravest came forward, bore the pain, consecrating their flesh in his image. In return, he was never alone back then, they brought wine and spirits for his blessings, danced in undulating reverence each time another brave human proudly displayed their ink. He welcomed their esteem in the thoughtfully erected temples that bore his name. 

It was the best of times…

So what in the hell happened?

He’s still trying to figure that part out. One day he was adorning the backs of human champions with the likeness of the mighty jaguar and eagle, even cutting out hallowed bloody scars of leadership into the skin of emperors. The next moment he found himself in the lowest places of Earth, piercing “cute” bellybuttons and inking smiling poop emojis on the naked butt cheeks of (doubtless) drunken giggly co-eds taking selfies. The world had changed so much and it was all he could try to do was stay upright among these fickle weak newly born mortals. Wifi and google had replaced belief and supplication for his kind.

Humanity had gotten B-O-R-I-N-G!

Gone was all color. It too had been replaced by “rules”, but not the rules of any Gods–oh no the humans had constrained themselves behind a wall of fear. They lost their colors to cowardice, and cloaked weakness in the drab attire of mediocrity. What Acat had once thought of as “ART” on the sides of buildings, had now become vandalism and “graffiti” to humans–something to be scrubbed away and forgotten, or worse locked away behind closed doors in temples that gave tribute to no god. Acat waited for many centuries sure that these poor little mortal children were going through a “phase”. He stood watching many of their number come be, and then inwardly died a little inside each time when one-by-one they let clumsy hands pierce things that could hardly be called “meaningful” into their wiggling flesh, now pale and soft from uselessness. He watched until he sickened from their unforgivable betrayals. Numbing cream? Needle pens? No blades?Meme tattoos?! It was sorcery–of the worst kind and he withdrew his blessings, before finally leaving the mortals behind altogether. He too could give in to sloth. Mount Phoenix seemed as good a place as any to resettle and nurse a broken heart. After all he did still love humans, he just could not abide the colorless weaklings they had become. Mount Phoenix seems the best of what he lost, since the young demigods who arrived daily are indeed rather interesting, the best of both the mortal and the divine. Spirited, strong, yet fragile–in some cases these new babies are feeling even more betrayed than he himself. He’s looking forward to laying down their tortured beauty on these intriguing new beings. Besides, he might as well hang around anyway, since even the god will jokingly admit to his having more than a few wild balché and xtabentún soaked nights between “inspirational” soft human thighs–that he can neither remember fully or even put to number. Who knows? Some of these kiddies wandering in might even be his own. He truly hope it would be so, as “Spawner of Bravely Inked Demigods��� has almost as nice a ring to it as “God of Body Art”. POWERS: Mayan Deity Physiology - Power to use the traits and powers of Mayan Deities. 

Tattoo Manipulation - Can manipulate body-art and write/scribe/tattoo art without the need of fancy mundane human tools (still hurts lots to recieve his art however). Can create, shape and manipulate ink, including moving ink, change the color etc., even if the tattoo was not printed/written/tattooed by him originally. Can create magical tattoo to induce differing effects, can tattoo people and affect on how they feel. STRENGTHS: Unremitting cheerfulness, charitable, easy-going, spunky, playful, fiercely loyal to those he cares for and slow to anger. WEAKNESSES: Wee bit sadistic, unforgiving, indolent, obsessive, hedonistic, intense, unfiltered, reckless, total utter art snob, slightly vain and mischievous.