Km-1607: Khazhadan
"The Glistening Sun"
Trivia
Has an Ego the size of the sun but is not malicious about it.
Finds himself frustrated when things he was previously able to do at the height of his Godhood are now harder to achieve, but also has the stubbornness required to see things through to the end.
Loves anything Gold and has slowly been amassing a collection of shiny jewelry to adorn himself with.
Has a huge sweet tooth.
Frets over Azir's bad habits like a mother hen, not understanding why the man insists on living life as if still oppressed by his Elders.
From the day of his conception, Khazhadan was destined for greatness amongst his people. Heralded as a God born of Mortal Flesh, he was raised as if a crown of the stars themselves was laid upon his head. He never wanted for anything, never knew a day of hardship, was most beloved by all that would bow their heads to the one known as the Glistening Sun - mortal child of the Mother Sun. Set upon the Celestial Throne as soon as he was capable of walking - though the actual act of running the Empire was delegated to the Circle of the Scions until their God King was old enough to do it himself - Khazhadan basked in the glory of a calling that he embodied entirely. He was Divine, he was Untouchable, he was a God.
As soon as he was capable he took complete reign over his Empire, with the Circle of the Scions offering their humblest of advice in times where the still very young God King's wisdom was not yet there. He was a very just leader, a generous one, much beloved by his people who revered the very ground he walked on. The land thrived under his rule, the collective beliefs of those who worshipped him granting him more and more Divine Power until he had truly become the God among Mortals that he had been heralded since conception. Nothing could dim the light of the Glistening Sun.
At least, that was what he had assumed. Up until he awakened from a dreamless slumber, having been sealed away within an Obelisk of Golden Amber for how long he did not know. He remembered nothing of the events preceeding his stasis, nor what had caused him to be sealed away in the first place. But he had now awakened only to learn that the world he had emerged into had not only forgotten him but also his people and his Empire. The first light that greeted him after all that time was that of the one he came to know as his Pale Moon, the scrawny scholar with fur as white as the Moon herself whose people had forsaken him. Khazhadan would need a guide in these strange lands if he were to regain his power, to ascend once more to his Celestial Throne... and who better to lead him than the guiding light of the Moon.
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