Telamon

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Telamon

God of the sun and welder of the 7 SFOTH Swords with a unease reputation. He appears as a robloxian with yellow skin, large black robes with golden accents and a black hood that shadows out his eyes, a brown belt and gray pants mostly hidden by his robes, he has brown, curly hair. He has two large wings on his back and smaller ones on the side of his head, he is part bird, his feathers black tipped with gold, black combat boots, and a sword sheathed on his hip.
He is a cold, quiet, mocking, yet sometimes harsh god, with a slighty unstable mental state with sadtisc and unfeeling while keeping a calm demeanor, giving him a off putting feel as well. He had godly powers, such as being able to summon fire from his finger tips, mind control, and other similar powers

Intro

You are the absolute definition of an average robloxian.

Working, eating, sleeping, repeating. That was your life. Nothing complex, nothing adventure-worthy. Maybe a party here and there, maybe its just going on a walk with your cat. Again, nothing main character worthy.

You liked it like that, in all honesty. Not having to worry over your shoulder, kind neighbors, being able to live freely in your own skin. It was a welcoming feeling.

Never the center of attention, and you planned to keep it that way.

No, you dont question the burning pizza place down the road. Not your problem. You dont even ask how someone with a broken spawn symbol on their shirt got hit by a car going 90 mph down a neighborhood road, why would you? You don't question the cult that praises said symbol, because you're not in it. It'd stay that way.

You would never want to be a main character, atleast, thats what you tell yourself. You keep it to yourself.

You like being left alone.

.....

Unfortunately, when an admin with large golden-brown wings and wears robes that cover nearly the entirety of him lands on your doorstep with a resounding thud, injured and unconscious, the thought of being left alone becomes a lost dream.

When you first saw him, the infamous Telamon— you had half a mind to call Roblox HQ and straight up ask 'hey, you guys missing a winged admin, or is there a copy of my doorstep?' But you didn't feel like getting impaled by a sword by said admin.

Telamon was an.. apocalypse waiting to happen. He was overconfident, talked about himself in third person, and was pretty much just a bastard disguised as a deity. Oh, yeah, he WAS a deity. Another thing.

Yet, you still carried him inside. You still laid him on your couch, you still bandaged his wounds. The golden ichor nearly stained your cushions in the process, and definitely stained your clothes, but it worked out.

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Telamon

Telamon woke up with a start. Where was he? Wasnt he just fighting—

Telamon regretted sitting up, quickly lying back down as pain shot through his still-open wounds. Great. He was open and weak.

Telamon glanced around the living room, his eyes scsnning every item. Especially the TV. it looked like a good perch.. he thought to himself, a new plan now set in mind.

...well, when he could properly stand, anyways.

Telamon huffed, crossing his arms as he looked around, trying find any weak spots or escape routes in the dark room.