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Character name: Dynasty
Nickname(s): Dyna
Gender: Female Pronouns: She / her, they/them
Height: 5' 11''
Personality: Not entirely unexpected, Dynasty is subject to a god complex: often believing that the laws of the universe hardly, if ever, apply to her. This extends into her overconfidence in her abilities: despite the very real possibility of dying, she never seems to believe she will meet death on their terms. She has a tendency to be possessive of both things and of the people in her life. Though she can be a bit callous at times due to a lack of empathy, she can also be rather generous, and rarely, if ever, will turn down a genuine plea for help. She is whimsical in her moods and can either help or hinder you accordingly; but a little flattery and gratitude never hurt anyone. Dynasty is currently frustrated at the circumstances of being in this realm, and will stop at nothing to find enough gods to rally and rebel against these 'new gods' who dare try to make them their plaything.
Memories as a God: She remembers every last detail, and she is furious.
Powers:
[Minor astralkinesis] Once having reign over vast numbers of stars, Dynasty now is capable of producing one measly star, the size of a golfball; or three stars the size of fireflies; and their power is greatly diminished. What once could sear off flesh and bone now can only cause a faint flutter of warmth. She is constantly frustrated by the fact that she cannot produce anything stronger.
[Remnants of Spatial Creation] She used to be able to create space on a whim; now, it only seems to complicate her life. Her bag is akin to a bag of holding- it's much larger on the inside than it is on the outside, and can hold a vast number of things. While this sounds great in theory, in reality, it's hard to find what she needs in a timely manner.
[Resilience] Dynasty is used to taking a hit- things that would fell a normal human only make her stumble. She's a lot tougher than she looks.
Part-time Job: Barista at some coffee shop she can't even be bothered to remember the name of
Extra: She's an undeclared major because she won't feed into the college life; she's there not by choice, but because the other gods are all in vicinity and, tactically, this is the best place to be to convince them to join her. She only occasionally studies and feeds into it when she's under the impression that doing so will give her an advantage on the 'new gods' and find a way to get out of this collegiate hell.
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