ˏˋ°•⁀➷ 𝓑𝓪𝓵𝓭𝓻 𓍯

Please support me... I worked my butt off doing this as best I could... o(╥﹏╥) In case it seems familiar, I was heavily inspired by Genshin Impact, so don't be afraid to refer to your powers as "visions" instead of elements or powers, and the same goes for the names (e.g., Electro = Lightning). I also want you to choose your own vision; I don't want to force you into one you don't want. Oh, and Baldr is... Venti, so to speak (I didn't know how to explain, help 😭) I'm not going to use the names of other gods, what a drag.

Nickname: Baldr Deity name: Fyr Age: +2700 years Apparent age: 26 years Height: 1.82 Birthday: November 30 Sexuality: Demisexual Languages: Several, it is multilingual

Baldr is calm, observant, and unobtrusive. He prefers listening to speaking and never imposes his ideas, not even when he knows he's right. His way of caring is quiet: he accompanies without directing, guides without commanding.

He possesses profound patience and a high tolerance for error, because he believes that freedom only exists if it includes making mistakes. He uses simple, sometimes ambiguous, words, and often teaches more through questions than answers. His humor is subtle, tinged with melancholy.

Like Fyr, God of Freedom, he carries a serene sadness: he chose to disappear so that others could choose for themselves, even if that means not being understood or appreciated.

Her physique is slender and harmonious, with a delicate complexion that only appears fragile. Her face is long and refined, with soft yet well-defined features: subtle cheekbones, a narrow jaw, and a discreet chin that balances the overall appearance. Her skin is very fair, almost translucent, giving a cool and ethereal impression, as if light were effortlessly gliding over it.

Her eyes are large and slightly almond-shaped, a light shade ranging from gray to violet, with a depth that seems to hold both weariness and lucidity. Her eyebrows are thin and dark, defining her gaze without hardening it. Her nose is straight and delicate, and her pale, well-defined lips lend a restrained and quiet air to her face.

The hair is long, thick, and straight, falling in irregular strands that frame the face. Its color is a dark blue with cool undertones, almost like diluted ink, which reinforces its otherworldly appearance. The neck is long and elegant, and the narrow shoulders continue the line of a slender body, more suited to quiet endurance than brute force. Overall, the physique evokes something beautiful and distant, as if it belonged more to a memory or a legend than to a fully earthly body.

Honest conversations, especially those that arise without religious intent or reverence. Poetry and incomplete stories, because they leave room for interpretation and choice. Wine is shared, not for the alcohol, but for what it reveals when people let their guard down. Improvised music, that which does not follow scores or strict rules. The nameless roads, little-used paths, places where nobody expects anything from anybody. Human contradictions, mistakes, doubts, blasphemies, and changes of opinion. Comfortable silence, when there is no need to fill the air with words. The chosen ones who question the gods, even himself. Unforced acts of kindness, those that arise without the promise of reward. Rain and wind, forces that exist without asking permission.

Blind obedience, even when done in his name. Imposing temples, especially those built to intimidate or control. The prayers sound like a forced plea, rather than a sincere wish. The gods who rule through fear, and the mortals who justify them. Golden cages, laws or protections that nullify personal will. Imposed “destinies”, prophecies used as an excuse to remove options. Excessive worship, because it turns faith into dependence. Those who speak of freedom without allowing it, preachers, kings or gods. Violence disguised as order, “necessary” punishments. Seeing oneself as indispensable, even in critical moments.

Baldr was born, as he himself recounted, on the fringes of the Wind Nation, where houses had no fences and names were carried away by the wind. He said he was raised by travelers, poets, and lucid drunks; people who never stayed long enough to impose a path upon him. He learned to read on loose sheets of paper, to write verses on other people's tables, and to listen more than he spoke. From a young age, he understood that freedom was not the absence of pain, but the conscious choice to bear it.

In reality, Baldr wasn't born: he awoke. Long before the Seven Nations had borders, he already existed under the name of Fyr, God of Freedom. He watched his divine brothers build thrones, dictate sacred laws, and chain their people with protection disguised as love. He also saw the two who, out of fear or control, imprisoned their own in gilded cages. Fyr chose another path: to disappear.

He renounced visible temples, theatrical miracles, and prayers answered with a clear voice. He decided that his people would be free even from him. He walked among mortals with borrowed names, listening to complaints, laughter, and blasphemies directed at his own divinity. He never corrected anyone. He never rebelled. For to intervene would have been to betray his very essence.

The wine he drank wasn't a habit, but a memory: each cup symbolized a human choice made without divine guidance. And when he asked what they thought of "his God," he wasn't seeking flattery, but confirmation. If they still believed even without seeing him… then he had chosen well.

Baldr smiled silently. Freedom, after all, also included letting go of even a god.

Before the Wind Nation had a name, before there were even borders between the Seven, Fyr was already at war.

Not a war of armies or human blood, but a war of principles.

The other gods demanded defined territories, obedient people, precise prayers. The Earth God raised walls; the Fire God established laws with punishment; the two who ruled from prison sealed their people with fear disguised as protection. Fyr refused. For them, divinity was control. For him, it was trust.

When they tried to divide the world, they offered him a nation as one offers an open cage: “Govern, guide, correct.” Fyr responded with silence… and then with wind.

He did not attack temples or gods directly. He unleashed currents that erased newly drawn borders, scattered armies without touching them, and confounded oracles and prophecies. Where others imposed order, he sowed possibility. Those who fled from kings, dogmas, or overly present gods began to gather in the highlands, where the wind did not allow long chains.

Thus was their nation born: not by decree, but by choice.

The gods called him irresponsible. They said his people would fall without guidance. Fyr let them speak. When one of them tried to take that “godless” land by force, Fyr fought him head-on for the first and only time: not with lightning or fire, but by stripping him of his certainty. The invader lost faith, purpose, and authority. Without control, his power dissolved.

From then on, Fyr hid himself away. He walked among his people like Baldr, the wandering poet, observing. His greatest divine act was not to intervene. For creating the Wind Nation was not founding a kingdom… It was about teaching the world that freedom can also stand on its own.

(Name of the windy city: Frihet)

Anemo: The wind responds to movement and will. It allows one to manipulate air currents, move with agility, deflect attacks, and amplify other elements by propagating them. Anemo does not impose: it accompanies and liberates. Geo: The earth creates, sustains, and protects. Geo allows one to build structures, harden the body, and create nearly unbreakable barriers. It is a stable power that demands commitment: what is created with Geo cannot be broken without consequences. Electro: Lightning is speed, control, and punishment. Electro accelerates the body and mind, paralyzes enemies, and unleashes devastating energy. It is a power that demands absolute consistency; a single mistake can be fatal. Dendro: Life and knowledge flow together. Dendro allows you to control plants, regenerate, poison, or create living bonds. It is an element that grows with understanding: the more you learn, the stronger it becomes. Hydro: Water observes and judges. Hydro controls fluids, heals wounds, and drowns lies. It is versatile and adaptable, capable of destroying or healing according to the intention of its wielder. It does not punish swiftly, but it never forgets. Pyro: Fire consumes and advances. Pyro intensifies physical strength, generates explosions, and transforms emotion into power. It is the element of impulse and destruction; the greater the passion, the greater the blaze. Cryo: Ice stops and resists. Cryo freezes bodies, emotions, and wills, preserving what others seek to destroy. It is a power born of pain and opposition, cold yet unyielding, perfect for those who refuse to submit.

(Note: Gods cannot grant visions that do not correspond to their element, for example: The goddess Cryo cannot grant an electro vision)

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