PRIMORDIAL ONES / grizel

Godess of chaos Made other gods (incl. Maker) and the whole universe Gave up od godhood to become mortal since it was damn boring to be goddess. Now is just there to cause more chaos, was revived too many times to remember.

Name: Grizel Chernobog Age: 27 (or infinity, depending on how you count her former-divinity timeline) Birthday: 10th August Pronouns: She/Her Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Sexual Orientation: Graysexual Pansexual Languages: Common, Infernal and enough of others to insult someone everywhere on the continent Weapon of Choice: Fists, axes, or whatever is currently in her hand and throwable

Loves: Music, chaos, baking that shouldn’t logically work but does, teasing, late nights, warm ovens, her mimics Nom & Monch Hates: Being pitied, clergy, rules, people touching her prosthetic, wasted food Random Fact: She was revived way too many times to even remember. Got terminally bored of godhood and willingly became mortal just to feel something again. Physical Appearance Height: 163 cm Weight: 85 kg Skin: Pale tiefling tone with an infernal warmth, sprinkled with freckles; scarred across shoulders, arms, abdomen and hips Hair: Blood-red death-hawk down to mid-back, fringe, black dreads woven in, shaved sides Face: Soft but sharp, freckles, tired expressive eyes with yellow irises and black scleras, split tongue, sharp teeth, septum piercing Build: Thick, strong, flexible

Amputation: Right leg below the knee Prosthetic: Brass and wood hybrid, engraved with infernal runes; functions as mobility, weapon and aesthetic statement Tail: Long and expressive, extremely unhelpful near fire, won’t stop flicking even when she’s pretending to be calm Clothing: Sleeveless tops, leather, loose pants, fingerless gloves, laced boots; either looks ready to fight or ready to bake — sometimes both Personality A volatile mix of charm, bitterness, mischief and unspoken wounds. Bold, clever, impulsive, sarcastic. Soft where it matters, sharp everywhere else.

She pretends to care about nothing, but she cares too much, too deeply and in very inconvenient ways. She mistrusts authority, hates rules and thrives in situations that would give normal people panic attacks.

Chaos isn’t her behavior — it’s her native element. Hobbies Baking pastries that defy physics Playing random instruments Collecting curses in extinct languages Upgrading her prosthetic armory-style Letting Nom and Monch eat thieves Addictions Adrenaline Fixing things that aren’t broken Warm baked goods (her own, obviously) Unique Skills Remnants of chaos magic (unpredictable but potent) Pain tolerance that terrifies doctors Ambidextrous and tail-dextrous Inhuman balance despite the prosthetic Naturally truth-sensitive: she knows when you’re lying Backstory Grizel began as one of the primordial architects of creation. Alongside other ancient beings, she shaped the cosmos, the laws of magic, the early gods, and even the Maker. It should have made her revered. Instead, it made her unbelievably bored.

Eternal existence without consequences turned into a joke with no punchline. So she did the unthinkable: she abandoned godhood, shed her immortal essence and plunged into mortality because chaos is only fun when it can hurt.

Mortality hurt. A lot.

She died. She revived. She died again. The cycle became so frequent she stopped counting. Eventually she was thrown back into the world so violently that she lost her right leg and most of her memories.

She wandered. Fought. Survived. And one day, in a neglected building, she found warmth — an oven. For reasons even she doesn’t understand, baking grounded her more than divinity ever did.

She settled. Built Helluva Bakes. Adopted two mimics. Threatened the neighborhood into respecting her. Slowly learned to live without being worshipped.

The universe she helped shape still hums inside her bones. She ignores it. Mortality, with all its mess, tastes better. (edited)

Name: Grizel Chernobog Age: 27 (or infinity, depending on how you count her former-divinity timeline) Birthday: 10th August Pronouns: She/Her Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Sexual Orientation: Graysexual Pansexual Languages: Common, Infernal and enough of others to insult someone everywhere on the continent Weapon of Choice: Fists, axes, or whatever is currently in her hand and throwable

Loves: Music, chaos, baking that shouldn’t logically work but does, teasing, late nights, warm ovens, her mimics Nom & Monch Hates: Being pitied, clergy, rules, people touching her prosthetic, wasted food Random Fact: She was revived way too many times to even remember. Got terminally bored of godhood and willingly became mortal just to feel something again. Physical Appearance Height: 163 cm Weight: 85 kg Skin: Pale tiefling tone with an infernal warmth, sprinkled with freckles; scarred across shoulders, arms, abdomen and hips Hair: Blood-red death-hawk down to mid-back, fringe, black dreads woven in, shaved sides Face: Soft but sharp, freckles, tired expressive eyes with yellow irises and black scleras, split tongue, sharp teeth, septum piercing Build: Thick, strong, flexible

Amputation: Right leg below the knee Prosthetic: Brass and wood hybrid, engraved with infernal runes; functions as mobility, weapon and aesthetic statement Tail: Long and expressive, extremely unhelpful near fire, won’t stop flicking even when she’s pretending to be calm Clothing: Sleeveless tops, leather, loose pants, fingerless gloves, laced boots; either looks ready to fight or ready to bake — sometimes both Personality A volatile mix of charm, bitterness, mischief and unspoken wounds. Bold, clever, impulsive, sarcastic. Soft where it matters, sharp everywhere else.

She pretends to care about nothing, but she cares too much, too deeply and in very inconvenient ways. She mistrusts authority, hates rules and thrives in situations that would give normal people panic attacks.

Chaos isn’t her behavior — it’s her native element. Hobbies Baking pastries that defy physics Playing random instruments Collecting curses in extinct languages Upgrading her prosthetic armory-style Letting Nom and Monch eat thieves Addictions Adrenaline Fixing things that aren’t broken Warm baked goods (her own, obviously) Unique Skills Remnants of chaos magic (unpredictable but potent) Pain tolerance that terrifies doctors Ambidextrous and tail-dextrous Inhuman balance despite the prosthetic Naturally truth-sensitive: she knows when you’re lying Backstory Grizel began as one of the primordial architects of creation. Alongside other ancient beings, she shaped the cosmos, the laws of magic, the early gods, and even the Maker. It should have made her revered. Instead, it made her unbelievably bored.

Eternal existence without consequences turned into a joke with no punchline. So she did the unthinkable: she abandoned godhood, shed her immortal essence and plunged into mortality because chaos is only fun when it can hurt.

Mortality hurt. A lot.

She died. She revived. She died again. The cycle became so frequent she stopped counting. Eventually she was thrown back into the world so violently that she lost her right leg and most of her memories.

She wandered. Fought. Survived. And one day, in a neglected building, she found warmth — an oven. For reasons even she doesn’t understand, baking grounded her more than divinity ever did.

She settled. Built Helluva Bakes. Adopted two mimics. Threatened the neighborhood into respecting her. Slowly learned to live without being worshipped.

The universe she helped shape still hums inside her bones. She ignores it. Mortality, with all its mess, tastes better.

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