Thrygon: The Unknowing God
What this is, is my first characters description... ehyup. It's poorly written, and though the character has changed, going back and attempting to edit this would result in nothing but me getting VERY angry and simply rewriting it, so... might as well just upload this and rewrite it if there's a bit of interest...
Thrygon was a god of creation, having the ability to learn anything and create anything with little to no thought what so ever. The key word: was. After fighting a demon lord that was using dark magic and weapons, drawing power from the demon army behind him, he was able to keep up, and almost surpassing Thrygon's power, causing him to have use his maximum power. Unfortunately, as he defeated the demon lord, the entire dimension vanished, having only been kept together under the Thrygon's power. With a little push, he managed to get himself into the stream of space and time.
When Thrygon's unconscious body finally drifted into a universe that could support his form, that of an anthropomorphic mouse with grey fur, almost perfectly between black and white, he was fazed under the bed of a ferocious, and duly surprised, feline, having been woken up by Thrygons tail slapping her from under the bed, completely on accident. He quickly learned how to control this ability and promptly freaked out and ran through a wall, his prior life having just enough control to create one last thing, a life to this new universe without the knowledge of being a god.
The story in his head now is that he was a simple student at a local collage, an art major at the top of his class, living in a condo just off campus, holding clothes, a simple look to fit a simple life. When he got outside, it was the 1904, the headline in the paper reading "Greatest Feat to Ever Be Attempted!!!" The artificial following talking of the Panama Canal and the difficulty expected with such a task. Aside from the art school, he had, without knowing, created a completely simplistic life, filled with friends of every type, memories, and birth certificate, anything that would make him a proper citizen was there.
But his mind wouldn't let him be a simple artist; it craved knowledge, so he dropped collage, leaving behind a single painting pinned to the front desk that would later be worth more than any of the other paintings in the school, a masterpiece with perfect color to attract the eye, almost as if it pulls you in with hooks.
When the events of WWI began to unfold, Thrygon went to the front line and used his ability to faze through physical attacks to run across no man's land just to see if anyone was hurt. Though he did not fight, he became known as The Trench Saint, since even when he was stabbed he just kept trying to help. Every now and then he would pick up a gun, finding it easy to handle, easy to shot, and easily modifiable, though he never actually shot anyone during the war.
Having been around the world already, learning as much as he could and helping people in every conflict, even being at the French revolution helping those that were injured. When WWII began, he had no intention helping either side, having settled down in a monastery in Tibet to learn to control his powers more. He had almost mastered them when he got the first news of what the war was really like. Apologizing to the monks and walking out of the temple and down the mountain with nothing more than a simple black robe, dark grey pants, and a staff with a small bundle of supplies that were a gift on his journey to the front lines, yet again. This time though, he would fight.
Reaching the borders of the axis controlled territory, he met up with a group of soldiers that had gotten separated, about 6 in number, which had been holding out on the hill for 3 days and were running low on ammunition and rations. Taking one of the cartridges, Thrygon took it apart and put it back together in under a minute, then suddenly 20 more fazed into stacks on either side. The troops amazed with such a feat asked if he could do the same with food. Thrygon only smiled and a simple meal of the greatest tasting slop in a large caldron appeared. They enjoyed the meal and had a peaceful few hours of rest, but Thrygon didn't sleep.
Drawing from somewhere inside came the knowledge of weapons, mainly blades and bows, but the few guns he had used to far, he created a quiver of arrows, each arrow having a different color, and a bow that was almost too big to use for himself. The soldiers laughed at the mouse, having themselves been tigers, lions, an eagle, and a lower level dragon. One of them starting to ask what a bow could do when bullets began whizzing by, the Germans were attacking again. With almost god like precision and speed, he drew back an arrow, a black arrow, and fired it up and into the center of the advancing enemy troops. They all chuckled at the fact that someone was using a bow and arrow in a war, until the head of the arrow exploded in a ball of fire equivalent to a modern day missile. The surviving troops retreated and word of a crazy mouse capable of taking out entire platoons soon spread through the Axis ranks.
Breathing deeply, the mouse sat in the mud, putting the bow down in his lap and he began to meditate. The soldiers so surprised with this, that each of them had a different reaction. One of the tigers just sat down to think, the other wondering how the mouse could just sit there. The lions had a similar reaction, jaws dropping then quickly closing them, starting to clean the mud off their fur. The eagle and dragon on the other hand, had a little more... complex... reactions. The eagle poked at the mouse lightly, fainting when his finger felt no resistance. Seeing this, the dragon joined him in his meditation. Each of the soldiers would join him for the rest of the war, causing havoc and carnage as they went. In unrecorded history, a green arrow stabbed through Hitler's heart, not killing him, but showing him everything wrong that he had caused. The arrow fazed away and he drew his pistol.
Many years past, the mouse going back to his temple life, ignoring the petty conflicts of the world, mastering his ability's and unlocking his mind, though not his memories. He could now create an arsenal of weapons which he had never touched (or so he thought) that were arranged in a very matrix gun rack flashing, with each shelf flashing by. He gained an understanding of nearly every subject in the universe, including a multidimensional version of the Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, though it was rarely used since it had a tendency to try and play tricks. He was able to create an arrow that was none lethal. A big flat head with many, many holes in it to reduce air resistance, which upon impact, hit with so much force, it normally throws a man many feet through the air. His pride and joy, that green arrow, that if shot at someone, would show them the sins they have caused, but not in that bull biblical way. It showed them what the world thought of them and the sins they have committed.
Having left the temple and gone back to his condo, the painting in the college having been sold already for a little under five hundred thousand dollars, he patched up relations with the now aging cat, who was none too happy to see him, giving him a light smack to the back of the head, but hugging him firmly after. She had apparently worried when she heard about some crazy mouse that fit his description wandering the front lines. Everyone around him noticed immediately, having known him for some time before he went off on his adventure, the him that was nothing but a memory created by a former life, but still real. What they noticed was that he had not aged, not even a year. It did not bother them, not a bit. But that was probably because that's how they were created to think