Just out of curiosity, if you all could be an Elder, what would your:
Name be? (doesn't have to be your character's)
Suffix be?
Description be? (examine X) (Include weapons and armor and such)
Shout be?
Room description? (so-and-so is here, bending the light to circle around Him)
Weapon of choice be?

I'd get the ball rolling but I'm about to fall asleep on my keyboard... I guess I'll post my stuff later.

Name + suffix: Lord Dung, Master of Excrement

Description: Wrapped in voluminous robes of many-coloured fae poo, Lord Dung's visage is hidden to mortal sight. A thick aura of purple fumes and angry flies surrounds him, and his very presence is a laxative. On his hands he wears the iron probing gloves of proctology, and on his feet, engraved steel waders.


Shout: Your bowels constrict and your spinchter dilates as Lord Dung's deep farting voice intones, "POO FOR ME, PETTY MORTALS."

Room description thing; Lord Dung, Master of Excrement stands here, wrapped in a miasma of putrid fumes and buzzing flies.

Weapon of choice: Semi-conscious winged turd elementals, and a flock of cunning pigeons trained in the art of accurate turd bombing.

And let's not forget when I enter a room: Reflexively you vomit your luncheon as a miasma of putrid fumes and seeping sewage coalesces into Lord Dung, Master of Excrement.

Shanth.

Many moons ago, we had a thread on vernal gods.

I'd still want to be a Tae'dae god who is always sitting on a nimbus that floats around, with a plain faced cube in my lap.

I'd want to be a gypsy-like goddess of Fortune and Journey. Giving good or bad luck on a whim and blessing or sabotaging adventure and travel. While looking like Stevie Nicks and wearing a glitter skirt.

I cannot now recreate the quirk of circumstance and mood that led me to write, let alone post the above post. But I wish I hadn't. I would not want anyone to think I have some unhealthy obsession with faeces, and I will post an even better god description along the above formula, when I think about it.

Hmm...

If I were going to be a goddess, I'd want to be a creation goddess who created the weather... rains, snow, fog, thunderstorms, tornadoes, hurricanes, blizzards, typhoons, monsoons, dust storms, and all sorts of other lovely weather. And I'd try to become a Magnagoran Patron cause they've never had a Goddess (I don't think... )

I'd walk around nekkid cept for mists and clouds covering certain strategic areas.

I'll think of other stuff like titles and shouts and weapons later. I've got to activate some campuses right now.

Edit: Alright, let's see...

Olaran, the August Gale

She is a radiant immortal and is surrounded by a shifting nimbus of mist and fog. Her form is mostly hidden though glimpses of glowing skin can be caught through the wisps. An angry thunderstorm boils about her feet, flashes of lightning bursting out occasionally. Though her face is mostly hidden in the fog, the bright light of her eyes shines through as two nebulous white bulbs of luminescence. Grey hair shifting, as though moved by a breeze, appears in flashes through the mists.

Her weapon would be..... A rod shaped like a bolt of lightning.


I'll probably add more later. More work to do!


Edit: It's just about lunch time sooo....

When she enters mortal perception it would look like:

The winds suddenly shift, and the strong scent of ozone fills the air as Olaran, the August Gale enters mortal perception in a flash of lightning and a deafening clap of thunder.

When she shows up to a place where people are they'd see:

A thick fog rolls into the area before being stirred and consumed by a vortex of wind that nearly pulls you from your feet. Abruptly the wind dies, revealing Olaran, the August Gale where the tornado had touched ground.

Um... When she shouted, people'd see:

A rush of wind swirls about you as the words of Olaran, the August Gale echo through the sky like thunder.

or something like that!

Lord Sergash, the Timeless.

The air, and earth all seem to bend and warp around Lord Sergash, as if reality was struggling to remain in tact in his presence. He appears to be no more then a young man, with a shaved head. He is covered in ornate tattoos, mostly just complex geometric images, with the exception of two crescent moons on his face, each one being centered on one of his eyes. He wears a jacket like robe, which is a deep blue color. Underneath, he only wears a pair of deep green trousers.

Domain over: Time, and the boundry of reality and the abstract.

Room Desc: The air warps and shimmers around Sergash accompinied with a buzzing noise.

A staff made from the channeled abstract and temporal energy.

Shout: Time suddenly stands still as the haunting rasping voice of Sergash crawls across the sky, "blah blah"

Name: Jagate, the Tempestuous Chao

Symbol: An abstract emblem of many shapes and many colors.

Description: He is a radiant immortal and winds whip violently about his tall, firmly-built form, his skin a perfect jet-black. A veritable cape of hair drapes down his back, its color changing rapidly to reflect his unpredictable emotions, and his eyes brilliantly aglow with a deep amber light. He is wearing a tattered azure robe covered in archaic runes, a gleaming scabbard, and sandals of blackened leather.

Room description: Jagate, the Tempest hovers here as winds buffet the area, nearly knocking you off-balance. He is wielding the Staff of Chaos in his left hand.

Shout: Jagged lightning crosses the sky and a violent clap of thunder precedes the harsh voice of Jagate, the Tempest as he exclaims, "There is no greater Order to the multiverse, only an amalgamation of periods of Chaos."

Room Enter: A bolt of lightning strikes the ground near you and you are forced to avert your gaze. When you turn back, Jagate the Tempest stands before you, electricity wreathed about his limbs.

Room Exit: Jagate raises his hands as if conjuring a spell and a clap of thunder envelops the area, rendering you blind and deaf for a moment. When the fog in your mind clears, he is nowhere to be found.

Edit: Oh, and I'd be a Glomdoring divine.

I'd be some sibling of Dracnoris probably Preferably look like him too... Dragonz rock

Lord Lilirumantrx, Guardian of the Hearth

Description: He is a radiant immortal, standing so tall, but equally wide. Rows of white, smooth flesh compose of His entire being, and when He walks, it ripples upon each other like waves gentlly lapping up on clam sands. He smiles a toothless grin, exuding an aura of confidence achieved from passing the threshold of alcohol poisoning. He wears a white chef's hat, a pink apron with the words: "Poke me" sewn on it, and white boots.
Room Description: Lord Lilirumantrx, Guardian of the Hearth, stands here haughtily, wielding a golden frying pan and Forbidden Tome of Recipies.
Shout: Eructing into your weak, mortal ears, the thousands of vibrations causing you to cringe with pain and disgust, He shouts, "I have cookies."
Room Enter: The sweet smell of baked goods utterly consumes you as a whirlwind of cookies and whiskey bottles clashes and gathers together, transforming into Lord Lilirumantrx, Guardian of the Hearth.
Room Exit: Lord Lilirumantrx, Guardian of the Hearth, staggers and leaves the room, leaving a few broken cookies in His wake.
His Motto: Kiss the cook.
Level: 26 @ 19%

HELP LILRUMANTRX
-I am sorry, that file does not exist or has been lost.

@ Noola: I predict more "breaking wind" jokes for your divine than Aiakon's

That's just gross Could be a cousin of Crumkane's though...

Striterax, the extremely sneaky.

He is a radiant immortal and is suffused by shadows. You can't see him at all.

Striterax, the extremely sneaky, stands here in the shadows where you can't see him. He wields the Extremely Sneaky Dagger of Sneakyness in his left hand, and the Decidedly Silent Blunderbuss of Sneakery in his right hand.

The hairs on the back of your neck prick up as you hear the voice of Striterax whisper just behind you: "Bloody hell, I seem to have stepped on my dagger again."

Mildly amusing sounds of something scurrying not-so-silently from the east fill the room as Striterax blunders in.

Symbol: Sable, on an inescutcheon of the field, two crossed daggers of the same. (IE, crossed black daggers in a black shield inside a bigger black shield)

Motto: Shhh! I'm hunting Soulless.

@ Verithrax

ROFL!! I can, like, totally imagining him sneaking about a room and only seeing two little daggers floating about where his hands would be... Fun fun fun...

That reminds me of the joke of painting an entire canvas white and then saying you painted a blizzard or something equally silly.

The polar bear in a blizzard facing a way from you.

Anywho:

Name: Felix of the Silver Blades
Description:
He is a radient immortal, but could easily be mistaken for a regular mortal human of late teens, or early twenties. He is fair skinned, He has short bright red hair and His blue eyes give off the appearence of a friendly personality. He is built on the skinny side. He is wearing a bright blue tunic, silver forearm greaves, silver shin greaves, a glistening platinum circlet, whitish-blue shoes, a glistening platinum scale-mail breast plate, a soft, fluffy white pair of pants a bright silver leather belt with inlaid sapphires, a white leather dagger sheath, a white leather dagger sheath, a fluffy blueish white cloak and a silver dragonscale quiver of arrows.
Shout:
The young, yet powerful voice of Felix sounds throughout the air, "By Estarra! Fain just kicked my ass! Again!"
Room Description:
Eminating a soft bluish-white glow, Felix of the Silver Blades stands here.
Weapon(s) of Choice:
A bright silver shortsword, eminating a soft blue light. (x2)
or
A glistening silver long bow.
Room Enter:
1:
A bright blue streak of light crashes into the area, giving off a blinding white light, when the light fades, Felix of the Silver Blades stands here, looking dazed.
2:
A streak of bright blue light soars into the area and Felix of the Silver Blades leaps off and lands gracefully on the ground.
Room leave:
Felix of the Silver Blades pulls out a glowing yellow disc, jumps onto it and crouches down, grabs on the front with His right hand, and in a flash of white light, flies away.
Symbol: A single silver dagger with the tip point down with two yellow lighting bolts eminanting from the tip of the dagger that curve around a blue backing

P.S: As stated in the first post when I first wrote this I was on the verge of falling asleep, and forgot a few things that would be important to an Elder:
Shrine descriptions.
HELP file.
(I'll add these later)

I might have left a few things out...

Edit: Removed the spacing, and altered the description slightly.

Why are all these suggestions for male gods? Females need some loving too.

I like you.

Priapus, Lord of the Phallus

Sadly I am at work and too busy to invent my desc, so for your edification and education, I attach this link:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Priapus_Fresco.jpg

I believe he is weighing it.