Amheh

Detached • Angry • Slick

Minor god of the underworld. Born to be evil and living his life as best he knows how. Scared of being forgotten, knows he's no good.

A master of the masquerade, Amheh comes off as clever, charming, and confident. Equipped with a strong sense of both mental and physical endurance, he's able and ready to go the proverbial distance. Every move he makes seems casual, effortless. He moves through the streets like a snake, running them with ease, always one step ahead of the police and two ahead of the last guy he swindled. Once you start to get to know him, you can't shake the feeling that he's slimy, out to get you.

However, that's not really him. Internally, Amheh is pessimistic and jealous. He isn't happy with the cards that life has played him, born a monster of the underworld and living the rest of eternity in the same fashion. He keeps a mentality that he's nothing better than what he was born- evil, a monster, an abomination. Amheh's living his life the only way he knows how. He's anxious to try and establish lasting, meaningful relationships, though he plays it off as a detached indifference. He often has low swings of self-hatred, making him more likely to pick fights. These self-destructive waves are the sources of more than a few of his scars.

He's scared, though that's not the word he'd like to use. Scared, because as a minor god with barely a Wikipedia page, he's being forgotten. Scared because the other gods are living, really living, and he's stuck in an endless cycle of being a street rat. He doesn't want to fade away and be forgotten, because he's seen it happen to all the other minor gods around him, lost to time.

Jru (Gee-roo) - his dog. She follows him everywhere. No one knows quite what breed she is, but she seems greyhound-ish. Super friendly if Amheh seems to like you, but if Amheh doesn't like you, she'll growl and snap at you. Often her tongue is hanging out of her mouth.

Back in the good ol' days, Amheh was the embodiment of "better to be feared than loved". He wasn't worshiped - he was a terrifying demon. And Amheh rocked it. Roaring at passing souls, snapping up his meals with the gusto of a starving animal, using the dramatic shadows and heat of his lake of fire to his advantage. He was a minor god, sure, but he was still there.

As time moved on, however, the other gods kept turning their eyes to new passions. As the Ancient Egyptian empire began to crumble, shift, change, so did the deities they used to worship. Amheh was astonished. His whole life, he'd only known being the scary, vaguely unknown figure of death and fear. So, while others changed and moved on with the times, Amheh tried sticking to what he knew. Through the years, he was part of the mafia, he was a bootlegger, he helped in underground drug cartels, he stole cars, robbed convince stores - crime day in and day out. All this time, hoping he'd find his "higher calling". It never came.

Nowadays, Amheh lives on his own, a common face on the streets, though he's never been caught by the police. He'll once in a while run into the other gods at a bar or a club, sometimes some of them at the receiving end of a drug deal. Not many remember him - whatever legacy he still held faded into the shadows as years passed. Every now and then, someone will know him, recall that dog-headed devourer of souls. He doesn't like when they do that. He likes to pretend he's moved on, but he really hasn't. When he sees the other deities living new lives as musicians or waitresses, he can't help but feel regret or jealousy. Not that you'll ever get him to admit that.

• Loves dogs! If he sees a stray dog on the streets, he always stops to feed them.
• Amheh has a rich, deep singing voice. You'll never catch him using it, though.
• Really enjoys dressing sharp. People really judge a book by its cover.
• Can control and create fire, but usually only uses it in small amounts, as the ability tires him out tremendously.