If You Were A Deity, What Would You Be The God Of?

If you were a deity, what would you be the God of?

winter and death

you’re known for your self-discipline and rigidity. although you may be perceived as cold and intimidating by those who don’t directly worship you, you’re actually quite fair and polite. your followers pray to you for a safe winter and peaceful death.

Do you know who Karma resembles way too much?

@phoenixduelist , Pirate Captain Rozália Klára Véghváry, aka The Hungarian Devil.

Actually, my faceclaim choice for Karma (Miss Fortune) was entirely based on the vibes of how she's animated & only saw the striking resemblance later: face structure, eyes of course and part of how Karma styles her hair. The Captain's is chopped short, hers is messy but actually in a long braid.

They also rely the most on their weapons, the Captain is the grand duelist, Karma is an extraordinary marksman. Both of them have long, wiry fingers which help them in speed & injuring their hands is one of their worst fears. With Karma along with her vision.

And my faceclaim for Karma was purely accidental, without any intention to make her similar to Captain Rozy.

Karma is both talented, practiced a lot but also anatomically gifted. Her fingers are long, dexterous and thin with wiry strength. She has her own warmup routine every morning, one of the first things after waking up to ensure her hands function perfectly. She has designed her revolvers herself -not that she's not able to shoot with other firearms, only the most confident using her twin revolvers Salvation & Damnation-, the barrel is longer than most for a more precise aim and carrying further. She actually took the trigger guards off to maximize her already impossible speed. Doesn't wear gloves, rings or anything that could possibly get into the way. Personalized revolvers, talent and a little anatomy to achieve this:

“ You ain’t seen how well I can do until I go an’ tie up a hellhog and slit its throat with no hesitation- ” “ Don’t’cha underestimate me, now. ”

Now with the curse finally written in the Google doc:

How true the prophecy rang.

Lost her parents at 10

Lost her uncle at 20

Never missed a shot even though if it was a gang fight.

She would've lived if she didn't decide to save Villám instead.

And in Hell, the gift curse reached its full potential.

Ruining every barrier until she gets to Wrath was both tiring and boring at the same time. What she haven't tried yet was the elevator, a bit too public for her liking along with her power being contained in a relatively small space. Still, Karma wanted to see her horse Villám as soon as possible, the shortcut should be worth it.

Death lurked here. The ghastly feeling breezed through her senses, her hands automatically flying to her revolvers. Someone exited close to her, and the doors closed the dimly lit crosshair scar following it visible in the tiny crack before it sealed. The volume and amount of light was searing in such small place, then the screaming. The coughing and suffocating. Like her parents' final moments. Trapped between dying demons, one of them was large enough to unintentionally almost fully shield her from the explosion of holy water.

The same holy water bombs she so far managed to avoid, but these came with a dreadful upgrade. Pain of the burn of her left leg barely registered when she had heard the dreadful creaking of metal signaling that toxins and holy water weren't the 'only' threat.

The gunslinger morphed into a swirling mass of shadows, using others' to travel with extreme speed and slither out of the damaged entrance. Karma materialized outside the ruins, a towering shadowy creature well over ten feet with viciously glowing crosshair and soulless silver eyes.

“ I̵̛̼ ̶̨͂̆A̵̧̳̫̔̍M̷̠̹̋̌̚ ̵̬͓͓̈́̅S̵͔͍̞͌̋̒T̸̙̹̈́́̚ͅI̸̬̮̙̽͛͂L̴̢̢̉͂̈L̷̨͙̘̒ ̶̜̆͋̓Ḁ̸̳̔̏͝Ḷ̷̊I̴͉̹͆̓͜V̵̳͆͗̒E̸̺̅͊ͅ ” the survivor howled into the echo of the destruction as a challenge to the coward who played with lives, families as they pleased