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Spawned from the petty turmoil of Tempest, War, and Life itself, Hapoc is a problem child with a literal god complex; a freshly freed and fledgling deity with the power of chaos at his claw tips and a petulant hunger for power and attention. He is the King of Wasps, the Weaver of Nightmares, the Grim Catalyst of a divine exodus that's scarred Divita permanently. He is, undoubtedly, the Big Bad... and he's all too happy to embrace that role.
Appearance
Caught between Divine and Bestial Form, Hapoc’s true shape is a barely stable, desaturated amalgam of insectoid parts and humanoid features. Standing at least 20 feet tall in this state, the Chaos Wasp’s wings are blackened, tattered, and useless without outside magic, so he moves primarily at an erratic, six-limbed lurch, his front arms wielding long, inky claws. His thorax is massive, tipped with a stinger as long as an orc is tall, and his abdomen is scrawny, covered in dozens of tiny white and gold eyes that trace all the way up his neck and face.
Hapoc’s stubbly face, on that note, is the most human looking thing about him, but even that’s a stretch—a pair of antenna twitch from his forehead, one of his eyes is bulbous and compound, and he doesn’t truly have “teeth,” instead bearing large mandibles and other squirmy mouthparts that often drip with black slime. He has a halo, as all of Divita’s Gods do, but his is nearly shattered, and sheds pitifully pale light.
When he has the strength available, Hapoc greatly prefers to take on a more composed, far more humanoid form, like those presented by the rest of his Divine family. He masks his buggy eyes and mouth, occasionally his stinger too, and presents himself as around 7 feet in height. He dons elegant, gold-trimmed clothes, patches up his wings, and makes himself look older, too. No one will ever know he’s a barely-grown God who was never supposed to exist in the first place. :,)
- When he can't sustain a form any longer, Hapoc will start to collapse back into his "origin" state: shapeless black slime.
- His humanoid eyes are always yellow; his compound eye is a shiny black
- Only his upper pair of hands are five fingered.
- Has a single small eyelash on the bottom of both eyes, and sometimes has a small notch in each eyebrow.
- In his true form, his non-mandible "teeth" are horizontal. The inside of his mouth and tongue are black
- Hapoc's blood is a shimmery gold that turns to a tarry black when exposed to air. It has corrosive properties.
Personality
- Creative
- Unruly
- Histrionic
- Aggressive
- Impulsive
- Smug
Hapoc is young for a god, and though he may try not to acknowledge it, take one look at how he acts and his immaturity becomes painfully obvious. He lacks the poise and self-control of the Pantheon’s elders, an unhinged hellion that delights in causing problems on purpose and indulging every feral whim that worms its way into his mind. His sheltered growth has left him still discovering new emotions alarmingly late in his development, and he reacts to many of them—anger, fear, betrayal, sadness—with confused and violent outbursts. Expressing his feelings is much, much too hard for him to handle, so he tends to deflect any prodding with mean comments and sweeping boasts instead.
The Wasp is a very proud beast indeed, and he loves to share his creations and skills with anyone who will watch. He desperately, desperately yearns for attention; he’s willing to do anything to get it, willing to do everything to keep it, and doesn’t take kindly to losing it. Like a bratty child, Hapoc wants to be king of his little hill forever, and he hates when things don’t go his way, hates being teased and mocked, and hates when what he believes is rightfully his is threatened or taken away. He may be the God of Chaos, but he craves complete control.
He craves love, too, but don’t tell him that. Expressing his emotions is hard enough. Recognizing his own desire to be loved? Nearly impossible.
Likes
- Making things
- His mother and sibling
- Games and tricks
- Showing off
- Beekeeping :)
Dislikes
- Water
- Bright lights
- Feeling trapped
- Being mocked
- Trying to put words to stupid dumb feelings that hurt >:(
Skills & Abilities
History
Hapoc was born from a nasty fight between Divita’s three oldest Gods, a splattering of nameless black slime embodying the chaos and cruelty only a big, meaningless argument can conjure. Unwilling to let him die, Enid—Goddess of Life and guilt-stricken participant in said nasty fight—scooped up the slime and took it to the Roots, the land’s underworld, to keep him safe. He was raised under the watchful gaze of Enid and her firstborn Dyzek, God of Death, growing up into a ill-adjusted young deity that idolized his divine siblings, and ached to make his own miracles.
As his godly powers grew, so too did his influence on the Material Plane, amassing Chaos-worshiping clerics and priests and paladins willing to spread his good work, willing to weave his dark magics. Hapoc wanted to be a true God! Like the rest of his family! But when his existence was unearthed, when the other Gods of Divita reacted to him with disgust and horror, he realized he’d never be accepted, be one of them. And it made him mad.
He set forth a grand scheme to steal his family’s powers and become Divita’s last and only God, a scheme that ended, fittingly, in absolute chaos. The other Gods fled his wrath and trapped themselves, stuck in prisons of their own design, plunging Divita into a godless existence. His own mother betrayed him, blessing an elven king with enough power to fight the Wasp off, to banish him. Hapoc killed the puny king, cursed the king’s whole family, really, but he couldn’t stop an imprisonment spell, and became just as trapped as the rest of his family, sealed in a golden altar for the next century and a half.
Hapoc spent that time fuming in lonesome agony. Daydreaming of revenge. Until a stroke of luck and some manipulated adventurers brought him the power he needed to free himself, more power than he’d ever tasted before. His grand scheme became grander, and his first taste of freedom would be legendary. >:)
Trivia
- When he speaks, there's always the quiet hum of wasp buzzing reverberating through his voice.
- The "Chaos residue" he spawns in the Material Plain—a thick, opaque black slime—is often harvested by his clerics and followers to create dastardly potions, and at least one recreational drug (called "Mayhem")
- Has occasionally "cursed" entire bloodlines with a chaotic-born, incurable plague that leaves victims with black-scarred veins and eyes.
- When he's in his more humanoid forms, Hapoc prefers flashy fashion, but often wears thick sweaters because his big sibling Dyzek is constantly knitting them for him.
- His faceclaim is Brendon Urie, "but fucked up."
