Circino

A flowing snake in the shape of what appears to be alluding to one of an infinity symbol.

## Alignment:

Chaotic neutral

Circino is an individual who follows their whims, constantly acting in unpredictable ways and shaking the status quo of what a God should be. He believes that there is truly no order for anything, that everyone should embrace everything, whether it be magic, or science, in it’s natural chaotic state, in all its beauty and unpredictability.

## Likes and Dislikes:

Likes: People of Action, Ambition, Courage, Mysteries, Enigmas

Dislikes: Prisons, Constraint, Laziness, Stagnation, Close-Mindedness

## Tenets:

1. Love magic for magic itself, for all its beauty and volatility.
2. Always seek to learn and create, never bounding yourself to the realms of what you believe might be possible.
3. Do not let those who are weak-minded dampen your ambitions and ideas, no matter how mad they are.
4. Know that change is the natural course of life, embrace it and do not fear it.
5. Never remain stagnant for too long, as you must bring about constant change in yourself to evolve.

## Depictions/concepts:

Circino is depicted as a Yuan-ti dressed in intricate gold and brown robings. Her long snake tail moves as fluid as the powerful magic within him.

Devout also swear that at times they can see small magical whisps of energy, that almost are serpent like in shape and movement.

## Personality:

Circino has a strange and mercurial personality that reflects her chaotic nature. He could be quite stern and serious one moment and then suddenly joyous and lively the next. Her behavior was as fluid as the magic that flows within them. Though they are so fluid in their demeanor, she is firm in the belief that magic should be respected for its free-flowing nature. Circino never wants to be restricted by what one might believe is possible, or morally just or practically sound.

## Stories:

Circino, the God of Fluidity and Magic, as free flowing as the wind, and the epitome of magic's true volatile nature, is a God that his followers find confusing and baffling.

Serpent Of Imperfection

Circino’s followers often prayed to him seeking guidance on their studies and endeavors in the arcane field. She was often fond of mortals, especially those that they believe could just do so much more in their field, if only they would open their mind to the realm of possibilities in the world.

There was once a novice, but hardworking spellcaster. She came from a humble village and sought to make her family proud, and so when she was accepted into a prestigious mage academy, she never dared to take it for granted. She swore to work her damn hardest and to never get distracted. Of course, she was often admired by her peers for her diligent and studious nature, always taking to the books to study more about the magic she so desperately wants to master. And to her pleasure, her hard work often paid off in the end, landing her at most times top of her class at her mage academy. Her favourite area of expertise was magic that would allow things to transform into another, she just found it so fascinating how with her magic, she could alter the properties of many things.

This constant driven nature of hers to work hard did work well for her in the early days of her academy, where things were more straightforward for the most part. Nevertheless, during her final years at the academy, she would struggle very much. The final year of her studies required each student to take a whole year to create a new spell of their own in the magical field that they specialize in. To produce a whole new incantation, rune, or whatever it may be, and then show a demonstration to the academies board at the end of the year. Naturally, she was ecstatic at finally being able to put all of her knowledge to a true test of skill, just absolutely brimming with excitement over the idea that she would show the world a new spell never seen before!

The year she was yearning for finally came, and much to her dismay, it was well, a lot more difficult that she had originally anticipated. Sure, with her studious mind she could learn and memorise any incantation and spell they threw at her, but she struggled applying such learning into creating something new. Months passed, and she realised that her peers were getting far and far more ahead of her. A fellow classmate of hers, was creating what seemed to be an inferno tornado. Such power it had, she deemed that it could possibly tear down buildings. And she would just sit at her desk, staring at the new blank page on her spellbook, and her bag of a variety of material components, and she would just shut down every idea she had. One was not good enough, another was just too much and too far. Nothing seemed to be, perfect, and she hated herself for it. She thought that she ought to just quit the academy and return home. Gods, everything that she worked for, for it all to be for nought just because she couldn’t come up with something, it was all too much for her to bare.

Though not was all lost, on a night where she contemplated just returning home, starting to pack up her spellbook and other supplies, she felt a sliver of something cold on her arm. She looked down and saw a translucent snake slide down her arm and shoot off onto her desk. What was this thing? She thought as she rushed over to her desk and tried to catch it with her hands, but it was no use, this creature was as quick as it was small, and suddenly its fangs reached for her spellbook. It was grabbed out of her arms and placed onto her desk. The small snake then went to open it to that blank page that she so despised. “You want me to continue working on the spell?” She had asked, hoping for a response from this strange little creature. There was none in response, the snake had only started to sliver around the page. The snake suddenly pounced onto her face, wrapping around the top of her head, and then suddenly she could hear, “Free yourself from your mental restraints, do not fear what might or what might not be possible. It will never hurt to just try.” The mage let out a loud yelp at the voice and fell to the ground. “What the fuck!” She yelled, Gods she was so confused, how could this snake talk? Was it someone’s familiar? Oh that might be it. But familiars can’t talk can they? God what is happening? These thoughts raced through her mind as she struggled to comprehend the sight in front of her.

She took a breathe, and then calmly stood up. “Who are you?” She firmly asked, hoping once again to garner an answer from this… thing. But no matter, all she heard in response was silence, and once again the snake slivered on her spellbook. This creature is persistent she thought, as she sat down at her desk. “You want me to continue with my work?” She asked, and at that question the snake started moving in a… jovial way? She assumed. The snake then pounced on her head once again, but this time she saw a series of images flash through her mind. Images of her ideas… but this time instead of failure, her ideas were working and thriving. “Just… try again. Free your mind.” The voice said to her, as the snake slivered down her arm, guiding her towards the spellbook, and this time she did not flinch away, instead, she grabbed her magical quill… and got to work. But this time… this time she would not flinch away from the fear of failure, she would be free.