Yssolant: A Thousand Thousand Years

Current Name:	Yssolant
True Name:	Unknown
Homeworld:	Unknown
Origin:	The Nexus Dragon Exchange, June month, by Mystic
Species:	Deity, currently a lesser deity due to a lack of a following and a world
Age:	Unbelievably ancient
Sex:	Male
Size:	Planetary
Color:	Black with red
Wings:	Luminescent blue
Eyes:	Red
Residence:	None
Position:	Deposed deity, now wanderer
Description:	In his most natural form, Yssolant is a serpentine creature of such massive proportions that he can be compared to the world snake of mythology. One can easily imagine him coiled around the core of a world, his restless shifting causing earthquakes, volcanoes, and the endless turning of night to day and back again. He is dark in coloration, even soaking up the light on his inky fur, perhaps suggesting a dark sort of purpose as a deity-- but perhaps not, as black is less than depressing in some cultures-- with a black body and dark red underside, and a steel gray mane running down the length of his body and fringing his cheeks. His eyes glow red when he has reason to be impressive or emotional, and his feather-like wings of light and energy glow a contrastingly bright and inviting shade of blue. As a deity, Yssolant can assume any shape he wishes, should he have a need or desire to fit into a smaller space than the core of a planet, or a need or desire to do more than frighten people. His most common manifestations, if he has no need to fit in with a native population, is a human-sized, anthropomorphic version of himself-- with four limbs and faintly glowing wings, rather than his serpentine lower half-- a black-skinned humanoid with a fae or elfin appearance, and a black mist shot through with red lights. He has been known to appear as a simple snake, however, when he can get away with it.
Personality:	It's a toss-up as to whether Yssolant's relatively quiet, almost gloomy outlook on life is due to the loss of his homeworld and the people he patronized, or due to who he was before he lost the bulk of his godhood and his purpose for being. Since he no longer remembers just what kind of deity he was, or what kind of person he was for that matter, he just accepts his impulses rather than questioning them as who he is, now. He is nearly always a gentleman, well aware of how overpowering he can seem, but his temper, if it happens to be provoked, is awesome enough to provoke earthquakes. His love is equally intense, and that he has lost the focus for that love is an ache which never leaves him. Immortality, after all, is the essence of timelessness, and without any means of moving on, Yssolant cannot heal and he cannot forget that he has forgotten and lost. Yssolant has not lost all hope, however. Though he is pessimistic and melancholy often enough, there is enough hope to keep him going. He cannot see into the future, but he can see the threads of lives much more clearly than a mortal, so he can make very well-educated guesses that are largely correct. Because of this, he knows that the thread of his own life, being a god, is much more complex, and he has a solemn belief that there is a reason behind things that happen-- even if he, despite his godhood, is not aware of that reason. Thus, he still has hope. Enmeshed with his ability to sort of the threads of lives, however, is a knowledge of how any given individual might die, which can be a bit depressing if he comes to care about said individual, and adds to his otherwise gloomy perspective. Because he is a deity and immortal, Yssolant's priorities are a little different than those of a mortal or even an immortal which can still be slain. Though he reveres life in general, particularly when applied to his own chosen but vanished people, the lives of individuals matter very little to him. If he had a plan to set in motion, for example, he has no qualms about killing off anyone he needs to. Their spirit will not be destroyed, after all. That is not to say he is cruel, for he is not, or without compassion, which he is not. Having experienced grief and loss for several millennia now, in fact, he might have a slightly more mortal take on the effects of meddling and the interconnectedness of mortal lives than most deities-- but that doesn't mean he will let it get in the way, if he sees no other choice.
History:	There is little Yssolant remembers about his history before he became a homeless lesser deity, millennia upon millennia ago. He knows he had a planet all his own, and a species all his own, and that he loved them as a benevolent, guiding deity of some sort. Just where that planet was, or who his people were, or even just what kind of deity he was to them, he no longer remembers. There may have been something else he loved, something that leaves an ache in his heart when he tries to think of what it might be, but the loss of his world and its population has wiped that knowledge from his mind. He no longer even remembers his own name, or collection of names, by which his people called him. For longer than he cares to think about, Yssolant has wandered the collective universes in search of something to remind him of what he has lost. He could simply settle down and adopt a new planet, starting a new following, and has even tried it exactly twice. Each time, he could never put his heart into the proceedings, and ended up drifting out of mythology and away from the planet within a century. After the second failed attempt at starting over, he decided he couldn't move on until he at least unlocks his memories, if not finds some remnant of his people on another world somewhere. Now, Yssolant's life consists only of the continual search for the godhood he lost and his memories of his distant past. Because he has not faded away entirely after so long, he has hope that there is still someone, somewhere, who at least knows of his mortal children, if not is a part or offshoot of their species. Because nothing is as simple or straight-forward as it seems, he has hope that there is still a reason for his immortal life.
Abilities:	Yssolant's all-powerful, godlike abilities are somewhat stunted, because he no longer has a planet and a following of his own to bolster his strength. The powers left to him, that he knows about, are unlimited shapeshifting, world-walking via "swimming" between realms or planets, wide-reaching and widely varied forms telepathy and clairvoyance, both healing and death magic, and the power of illusion. As if that wasn't enough, it's possible he has other abilities, as well, but he doesn't remember them and, thus, they will only appear in times of need or desperation.
Theme:	Sting - A Thousand Years