Chastity Pandemonium

Chastity Pandemonium

Fantasy crossbreed gen
The confused, bitter female half-Nightmare druid. She has a graceful build. Her wardrobe is strange. She appears far more non-human than human.

Deity gen
This immature god of woodlands takes the form of a young man. He is very short and has a wide-chested build. His large eyes are turquoise. He has aquamarine skin. His outfit is that of a druid, is covered in vine designs, and it is mostly ebony in color. He also wears an armband. He carries a bow.

Magic item gen (clothing/jewlery)
Kingly Glimmering Tiara of Sadism Circle
Unspeakable Gothic Suit
Belt of the Dreamer
Shoes of Fire and Insanity

Outer plane gen
Fields of the Foolish

Dark ritual gen
Dreaming God's Conjuration of Pain

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He thought it was a good idea at the time. He was a god, why not? Take a nap in this odd dimension he’d disovered. He was tired! His large turquoise eyes drooped shut, they were only just darker than his aquamarine colored skin. His chin rested on his wide, ebony and green leather-clad chest. His bow would not be stolen, there was no one around, right? He fell to sleep and he dreamt.

She thought it was a good idea at the time. After all, a Nightmare’s business in the Fields of the Foolish was to investigate any and all activity. Who would be stupid enough to sleep here? Well, apparently there was one. His shape was that of a god, obviously, it glowed dimly and said volumes about his power – the man-shaped lump below a tree was hardly his “true” shape after all.

He was dreaming something completely inappropriate, too. The mare gave off a hissing sound, it was more her flaming hooves touching the ground, than anything else. The god did not wake, but his mind did seek out hers, and the resulting shocking behavior on both their parts would be written about for generations.

When the result of their extremely unusual joining was born, her mother named her Pandemonium, and offered her gifts that would help her in the worlds which she would travel. Her father dubbed her Chastity, for he was a believer in the importance of names.

It was her mother’s choice to offer her golden shoes for her hooves, but when one pair went on they gripped tightly and sprang terrible nails into the quick. The ones upon her forefeet were warm, causing sparks and flame to erupt if she was in too-dry litter.

Her father gave her a tiara, not knowing what it would do – little had he known it was probably this item that had attracted his Nightmare mate in the first place, a kingly glimmering Tiara of Sadism would crown her head and cause many to enjoy things they might not otherwise.

From her mother, a twisted compliment to the Tiara upon her head: the Belt of the Dreamer, hooked soundly around the clothing gifted to her by her father.

All these things put together, made Chastity a bit nervous. After all, she wasn’t a true centaur – those creatures would certainly respect her, but never accept her because of her nightmarish wings; and she wasn’t a god nor a true mortal – she drifted between those states, aware of dimensions and how they affected her; and she certainly wasn’t a true nightmare either what with the having a humanoid torso and hands and all.

In short, she was confused. And angry – her parents grew her to a young adult age, and then dropped all this garbage on her, and said pretty much “have fun,” and went their separate ways. She has not seen nor heard from them in years. Much of her remains bitter, and she’s glad that she hasn’t had the chance to meet up with them again. If she did, they’d be getting an earfull.

Chastity did know that she was quite good with nature. She tended to sulk around in the spookier parts of it: ruins, marshes with willowisps, old overgrown cemetaries. But she did know her way around the woods, she could make trees grow and plants flower, or wither, and she also enjoyed invading mortal man’s dreams with her tiara and her belt making it easy.

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