Thread:VineyTheVine/@comment-34182043-20190525084957/@comment-34182043-20190716144325

i am SO EXHAUSTED of this form and re-editing it while feeling as though it's Not Complete!! the solution is going to be getting to know ichha more as i use them instead of spending 200 years trying to figure out who they are

ok i use a Different format for sake of simplicity in my docs so i'm using the Actual One here so i won't have to go off looking for it later on

Name: Ichha


 * Nickname(s): 'hey is that sad looking guy ok', literal beanpole

Gender: Genderfluid

Pronouns: they/he/she (generally uses he/they)

Sexuality: Pan

Deity of(Up to 3 things): Wishes


 * Symbols: a shooting star, a four pointed star - jewelry and stars in general are associated with him.

Powers/Abilities: (i) Ichha is capable of fulfilling any wish anyone asks, but only those directed specifically towards them. Lack of faith in them is usually a barrier which prevents the wish from reaching them. While all wishes directed towards them can easily be fulfilled, for sake of non-conflict and wishes being - well, neutral, Ichha's constructed a council (of wants and needs, timely, indiscriminately, needfully given) with specific rules that determine exactly what wishes should be fulfilled and which don't deserve to be.

(ii) Travelling on stars! Shooting stars, specifically. Ichha's not particularly capable of teleporting or anything similar, so their only mode of long term transportation that's entirely self reliant is transport through shooting stars. They summon them and ride upon them. Since shooting stars are also considered fulfillers of wishes, in a way, only wishes made upon shooting stars are exceptional - any wish made upon a shooting star can be fulfilled. When they're not using shooting stars as transportation, it's just moments of generosity where he feels like fulfilling some wishes.

Appearance(s): Ichha looks every bit like the ancient being who’s doing a terrible job at blending into the modern world that they are. Their skin’s a rather sickly shade of grey that one could dismiss off as ‘maybe they’re very ill’ before turning to realise that’s probably Not True. Yet stranger, they have golden freckles on the bridge of his nose and cheeks. Ichha is very embarrassed by the fact that they glow in the dark. Their eyes are dark enough to be called black, and, instead of an iris, have tiny stars inside.

They’re rather tall - 6’0 - and they’re in the habit of permanently leaning down to talk to people, to the point where it’s jarring for him to see anyone taller or even equal in height. Their hair is dark and reaches around his elbows, and they’re in the habit of tying it back into a loose tail with what’s at best, a strange, round pair of stars.

They have what looks to be a circlet in their hair, except it’s not particularly detachable as jewelry is. A would-be constellation of gold stars orbits around his head eternally, spilling specks of gold dust into his hair slowly (like gucci dandruff).

They’re very thin, too, and with their tendency towards leaning down to, like, talk to people, he almost always look vaguely distressed and sick. Ichha is the kind of person one would look at and think ‘do they need help’.

Rather gaudy. Ichha is, in the least offending manner, a fashion disaster. She loves modern clothes and how they look, but she’s Not Always Sure how to wear them. They wear an off shoulder, black shirt with puffy sleeves that’s barely visible under their very heavy and darker cardigan. It looks like it’s made of very expensive sort of fur, but on a closer look, it’s Probably Not.

It takes Ichha to explain that they’re actually made up of eyelashes, one for every wish made in the world. The heaviness of it is a burden he must bear for every unfulfilled wish, Ichha says, not entirely realising that his sense of humor caters to only him. This cardigan is, along with nearly every other piece of their clothing, also laden with golden dust. It’s a single piece of their outfit related to their deity-hood that they don’t detest - rather, they dislike taking it off. They wear several pieces of jewelry - all rather heavy looking, from a bunch of gold necklaces to garish, gold earrings that make one worry for her ears. They wear a collection of bracelets as well, in an alternating gold-silver-gold-silver pattern along with a silver nose ring.

He wears a knee-length flare skirt along with that - it’s plain black but dusted heavily with gold. Ichha looks as though they’ve been working on a project for preschoolers their entire life. The skirt is lined with lace towards the bottom. Shoes are but a formality,  and a formality they prefer not to go through.

Personality: Exhausted. Even Ichha’s movements seem burdened, as though the mere act of walking takes a toll on them. Maybe it’s just something that comes with being extremely ancient, but Ichha has the demeanor of someone who’s under the impression that they know what’s going on, but don’t entirely want to.

Ichha’s a very private person - they don’t prefer to talk about themself as much as they like to hear others ramble. They don’t have many friends, and feel that letting others speak is a Better Friendship thing. It’s long after getting lost in the one-sided conversation where their only input is nods and occasional questions that one would realise that they don’t really know much about Ichha at all. They’re unintentionally mysterious, almost.

Reserved as well - Ichha barely talks with many people except his own Council, and the mortals that catch his eye every now and then. She’s not exactly shy as much as she’s unused to people who they aren’t used to even the mannerisms of, so it takes a little while for them to attempt a friendship (but that’s mostly because he’s genuinely surprised whenever anyone wants to be friends with him).

They’re really bad at hiding their emotions! Ichha doesn’t deem her feelings important enough to be expressed despite being, you know, a literal god, but they’re really really bad at hiding them. Ichha can be read like an open book but they’re so bad at Expressing that they have no clue what the pages say. Excessively polite. Ichha lives in constant fear of being rude, and therefore thinks and re-thinks their words before speaking them, sometimes for too long. They just want to be the nicest person there ever was, you know.


 * Theme Song(s): Wish (hoho) My Life Away - Laura Shigihara


 * Typically Worshiped By: No one in specific, really - Ichha's a rather popular deity, but not one with avid followers, exactly. They're worshipped by anyone who wants anything, which is everyone, in general.

Domain: Rather simple, at least at first appearance. Ichha's domain is a dark sky with stars scattered along it. The ground is a desert of gold, bright gold sand. It just seems like a really sparkly desert stuck in an eternal night, but it's the home to the deity of ''wishes. ''Things appear in this domain before one would know they want them - all golden - from a feast to a sparring partner.


 * Temples: Large and extravagant. They're made of stone, with several different pieces of jewelry offered as tributes - they're all laden with gold, and the alleged fury of this wish deity is strangely feared that the jewels inside are rarely stolen.

Weapons: Ichha's form is made up entirely of the gold dust that they leave around everywhere - and, as it is in their domain, the gold dust becomes whatever they want it to be. It's draining, using too much of it, but they have a pretty large supply of it.

Backstory: An ancient god - Ichha has no origin related to being a mortal, they were just always there. Mortals and immortals alike have always longed for things that are too far from them, or things near to them that they're too cowardly to reach - and from these desires, Ichha was born.

Other: my favorite god is joe tazuka