Lokarien

Appearance

Lokarien is a cold, stoic figure. He wears a suit of silvery plate armor, and carries an inky black pickaxe over one shoulder. His face is cold, devoid of emotion, though his eyes sparkle with an inner, silvery light. He, like Tirangil, is a bit of a dycotomy: Cold and calculated, with just a hint of mirth and wonder when he wants to have it.

Relationships

Lokarien feels a kindred spirit with Tirangil. Wrestling with two halves of oneself is troubling, deeply, and Lokarien often attempts to speak to the god of death, but is often ignored. His sister, Lhireiya, is respected, but disliked, and he rarely speaks to her. He spends a great deal of his time standing watch over Kirandur, and mining deeper and deeper into it's moon, where his keep is held.

Dwelling

Lokarien lives in the center of Kirandur's single moon, Elokar. He has mined himself a keep here, which is a cold, dark place, with a few drifting bits of starlight he's managed to capture over the years. Rarely does he sleep, though, simply keeping his work going, eternally.

Tenets

Lokarien has no tenets. He cares not at all for those who worship him, though, when it amuses him, or he feels wonder towards the planet below, he will bestow a blessing or two. This, however, is rare.

Ways Of Worship

Most poets and artists pray to Lokarien, finding much of their inspiration in the cold, but oddly comfortingly silver light, of the moon. They will pray to him, ask for his blessing. Sometimes he will give it. Most times, he ignores it. Clerics of Lokarien are much like their patron: Cold and calculated, yet, oddly mirthful at times and just the slightest bit mischievous.