Roleplays, my dudes

The "God" (Male)

(Trying out a new look. Might change the rest of the chapters if I like it)

Name:
"If you'd like, you can call me God"
His name is, quite literally
Vici
Roughly translating to 'I conquered', Latin.
Nickname(s):
Vic, or Vickey
Gender:
He finds the whole thing to be a very confusing concept, but has found himself to identify more as male and prefers to appear in a masculine form.
Pronouns:
He/Him, although he really doesn't care how people refer to him.
Species:
Not to sure. Definitely not as divine as he seems to want to be. He is closer to a Demi-god. He holds power greater than any mortal but is not very well known and is fairly young- by godly standards
Sexuality:
He could care less about someone's gender if he's attracted to them.
Age:
Hard to tell. He doesn't remember anything before around before the mid 1400s- but by then he was already... himself.
Personality:
Vain. Definitely very Vain. Vic thinks very highly of himself overall- and regards himself as a divine and godly being, worthy of worship and sacrifice and endless devotion like humans give to other beings. He's cold and callous in his wishes to be worshipped, and if someone doesn't worship him he could care less about the things they're going to- however he is very fond of his people. Even though it gets him trouble with other divine beings- he has a habit of making life generally easier for his followers. He likes to sit and watch them sometimes, happy to watch them go through their day and make their days go by better than they would've beforehand. This can of course get out of hand, and sometimes he does interfere with the mortal plain way to much- not that he cares. Nothing matters to him except for himself and those who worship him.
Looks:
Vic is able to change shape and form at will, and often does so in order to speak to humans- as his true form is not able to be observed by mortals.
Usually though, he takes the form of a young man- with soft and yet somehow still strong features. He vaguely Greek in appreciate- but more so with the idealized features in Ancient Greece. He stands very tall and is fairly muscular and lean- as well as thin waisted. He has a sharp and straight high rooted nose, and tan olive skin. His face his very symmetrical, and he has almond shaped greenish brown eyes- which are usually lined with black eye liner, which he seems very fond of.
However he is not in fact fond of facial or body hair- and doesn't have any.
Wears:
It depends- sometimes he got classy suits and such, sometimes he just wears regular human clothes like hoodies and jeans. It really depends on the type of mood he's in. On more than one occasion he's worn a Chiton. Mind you- he's not Greek. Like, he's not from Greece. Nor was he around during Ancient Greece. He just really likes it.
Family:
None, that he knows of
Other:
Nope.

Scenario 1:
You were, as some might say, beyond fucked right now. You're sitting bound to a chair in a cold concrete room, bloodied and bruised and just generally not having a very good time. You close your eyes tonight and pray to the god that you either do or don't believe in- because you're THAT desperate right now. These people are going to kill you. You saw something you really weren't supposed to see and now you were going to end up dead at the bottom of a river. Lovely.
You hear footsteps and slowly open your eyes once they stop, founding very close to you.
You find yourself looking up and your eyes widen at the man standing in front of you. He's large and very imposing- looking at you with a small smirk pulling at his full lips. He has a look of almost... amusement, and yet pities at the same time. At first you wonder if this is a man you had not met yet... but you definitely hadn't heard the door open.
"Evening Darling, I have wonderful news" He said, his smirk turning into more of a smile. His voice was soft and warm, a smooth sound that seemed completely unaffected by the horrid conditions in the room around the two of you.
"Your prayers have been answers"

Scenario 2:
It had been a couple of weeks since you met Vic. He had just sorta showed up- you had been in a very bad place in your life and he seemed to have the magical ability to make everything better.
All he asked in return... was worship.
He didn't seem to mind if there was any actual religious worship going on- he didn't want prayers or for you to swear your life to him, or complete end total devotion to him- you really didn't have to change much about your lifestyle as it was- or at all really now that you really thought about it.
He seemed completely content with a simple little shrine. A couple of candles and an offering- usually food or wine, once a month.
What you hadn't expected, during your first offering... was for him to show up.
At your house.
Uninvited.
At first it was just a strange bird pecking at your window, tapping its beak against the glass and tilting its head at you when you went to see what it was. You had opened the window to try and shoo it away, but instead it flew in- and warped from a crow like bird to a man- standing in your living room with a look of childlike excitement. Really you should've expected it- you had been seeing a lot of large black birds recently and had a sneaking suspicion it might've been Vic.
"You got me gifts!" He exclaimed.