Chalemure

## The God of Filth and Disease.

Chalemure was a god brought up right before the Cataclysm. His purpose within the war was minor, due to him only giving other gods diseases and plagues to work against other gods. He was known as a side contender, prominently assisting Divitiaeon in his battles. As for why he did such, he hoped he would be gifted the fortune of his plagues spreading faster. This was not the case, as Chalemure was turned a blind eye and forced to grow upon his own. After the Cataclysm, Chalemure sat back, using his plagues to slowly grow stronger and stronger. Any notable plagues, and or small minor sickness can be attributed back to Chalemure, as he used the sick to slowly gain more and more power. For every plague that was caused, he slowly aged, growing stronger to which he was finally on par with basic gods, his aging finally complete with a mass plague. Due to this last plague, he was looked down upon and confronted by several gods. They had a talk and they all agreed that Chalemure can have his own realm with his own plagues. He had this realm until the Veil was created, in which he was locked up. After the veil had broken, Chalemure had gone to the mortal realm, going to inhabit a vessel to learn who had locked him in his vessel, assuming it was Divitiaeon due to their past issues. He currently wanders the land to confront Divitiaeon for what he believes he did to him, and possibly stomp him out.

Chalemure is known to want to progress himself further under other’s pain. He is a very selfish god, but he is not selfish to those he cares about. He has been fond of people who serve him as a god, and tends to treat his servants as one of a kind. He also tends to treat other gods like scum. His plagues are his dearest creation, and if they are to be stopped by another god, he will hold a grudge for eons. He is extremely petty, willing to take the smallest things from people just to make them angry in the slightest bit. He is also extremely grateful, happy for the smallest things gifted to him. He once traveled across 10 mountains just to receive a gift from a mortal.

Chalemure has two different forms whenever taking a form. His god form is a 2 winged dark appearing humanoid. They stand at 15 feet with 2 wings that reach 25 feet. They have 8 eyes, 4 on each side of the face. They have long jagged teeth that seem to be tipped with a poison that constantly drips from their mouth. They have short, buzzcut-like hair that is a dark black. He has 6 arms that slide down his sides as well as a dark green aura that ranges 10x10. His clothing is usually no top with a long puffy pair of pants. His other form is his humanoid form. He has a long beak, with a pair of large goggles. His wings are a lot more draped and small. They are dark black with feathers constantly falling off. He is extremely frail, his ribs appearing against his chest. Small red bumps line every part of his skin. If someone were to touch these bumps, they’d be given a form of his plague. He can prevent this by curing them, although this is up to Chalemure.

Chalemure’s followers tend to not bathe, and reek terribly. They also tend to fish for sickness, attempting to pass it to large crowds of people. Some of his followers even go the extra mile by creative alchemical potions that create sickness. All of this is heavily appreciated by Chalemure, and after a ton of these actions, these men are likely to become Thelotic users. Another stunt used by Chalemure’s followers is they tend to trash places and bathe them in disgusting odors.