Belz Kha

Au Ra (Xaela) | Male | 16th of Fifth Astral Moon | Pansexual

A djinn voidsent, born from the failed merger of the 13th shard some thousands of years ago. Having weaselled his way into the source through the manipulation of one of the talented mages that were being bred during the rise of the Allagan empire, he thrived. In the Source, Belz built himself a tiny empire of his own... a cult. Throughout the ages, with wit and foresight, Belz prospered and constantly feasted on countless devotee sacrifices. His powers grew exponentially but Belz was content with staying humble. He cared not for voidsent hierarchy or any power struggle. Belz has his own community over which he has absolute dominion and that entertains him just fine. He needs nothing else.

"When life is heavy and when the times are tough... When even your prized deity refuses to show mercy, or give any heed to your prayers... Do not despair, WE will always be here for you. Come to us and let us take the weight of all that ails you off your shoulders and onto ours. Your path is not one to be walked alone... Let in the Cloud of Darkness, let in the Empty so she may cleanse your soul and relieve your body."

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Belz; The Voidsent

The Sundering... the divide of the source into thirteen reflections, each living being’s life force reduced to 1/13th of its former glory. The Unsundered, the Ascians, could not bear the idea of this new divide. In their first attempt at a rejoining, the 13th shard, Belz’s home, was corrupted. The material and aetherial plains of his world collided, melded together and the natural flow of aether that is crucial for maintaining life was abolished. Every single living creature rotted and festered, morphing into what the inhabitants of the source now call, voidsent...Belz awoke as a wisp of ash and smoke, ambers sizzling as he was greeted with his new incorporeal form; a djinn. Like many others, at first, he was aimless, lost and starved. His form demanded aether for his existence to persist. Clouded by an agonizing famine, he constantly struggled to devour aether from any other being he could find on the corrupted shard... He devoured them from the inside out, seeping into their lungs and incinerating their insides.As he wandered the void, devouring his own kind, his ability to think beyond famine trickled back to him. That said, he would never truly regain whoever he had been before the corruption. Things in his mind would forever remain... tainted. He kept a low profile, avoiding the growing pains of higher voidsent fighting for dominion over the void. He himself grew in power slowly throughout his many years of existence but was never interested in joining the power struggles for the void's hierarchy...He eventually learned to control his own power and body. He learned, through a heavy cost of aether, he could mould the smoke into shape and create himself a physical body of whatever shape or form he could imagine. He spent time learning about himself, developing his powers and abilities. His body could have claws and teeth, so he learned to tear and rip at flesh... a much more satisfying way to consume his meals.Although many years passed stuck in this endless cycle of existence, in a world that constantly sucked his very soul dry, things were not hopeless... There were cracks, tears in the fabric of space. Through those tears was salvation... endless aether. An uncorrupted world parallel to theirs brimming bountifully with the resource that had been causing him so much pain and anguish. Little critters and pests would slip through the tiniest of cracks while Belz, having grown too high in power, could merely peek through.But look, he did...He watched, observed, the other world from tears and began devising his plan to save himself from this hellish shard.The second umbral calamity put the fear in Gods into the people and thus religion sprouted strongly. This concept was of particular interest to Belz. People who suffer with no apparent justice search for meaning in higher powers... The way the people could mindlessly devote themselves to a completely intangible and unperceivable concept to the point of DYING for those conviction... It was utter madness... and such a perfect angle of exploitation.After the third umbral calamity, as the world turned to introspection, the Gods were respected but slowly forgotten. Although through the focus on community and the self, an era of advancement bloomed... This became a ‘Godless world’ where the outcast, the less fortunate and the abused were left empty, with no Gods to turn to, no comfort to be found in justifying their fate... there was a hole there that needed filling.This was the opportunity Belz had been waiting for. The Allagan’s advances in both magicks and technology gave birth to mages of unrivalled abilities, some of which had been tasked in studying the void. And so, through the cracks... Belz found a promising victim and whispered... His charming, disarming voice seduced and lulled the mage to the idea of summoning him. With glorified promises of wishes fulfilled, recognition and power... Belz was summoned forth into the Source. Belz, for the most part, kept his promises towards the mage. He let him believe he’d been tamed in order to have free reigns to properly study the intricate subtleties of the Allagan society. Belz let the mage run his primitive tests and experiments while he planned the logistics of the establishment of his own religious group.Once ready... he absolutely ruined the mage’s life. Belz fading away into the darkness, his research coming at a standstill, no advancement, no new discoveries, he lost his prestige and his worth, and eventually descended into madness assisted by none other than Belz’s careful whispers. Having survived thus far without a single meal, Belz’s powers had dwindled in the aether-rich plain, but it had all been temporary. Once outcast and shunned by his peers, Belz devoured the poor mage and assumed the man’s identity, morphing into his appearance and taking his last name. His first name, he changed to his own, Belz.He started preaching to the less fortunately, calculating his target audience perfectly. He used the mage’s new reputation as a reject to his advantage. Although his wealth had been encroached, the mage had been responsible (with Belz’s guidance) and, even now, still held quite a lot of fortune from him glory days. Belz offered, food, shelter and purpose to those that have been cruelly left for dead at the bottom of the societal food chain. He welcomed them into his home, organised charity events for his neo religious group and gave the people a purpose in absolute devotion. The people were slowly coaxed into cutting ties, going into complete isolation as part of this spiritual organization.People from the ex-mage's past simply believed he had completely lost it and pitifully stopped paying any mind to him...Although fruitful in luring a handful of devotees, the people of this era were not so quick to turn to some obscure religious concept and believe so foolishly that joining this group of worshipers would solve all their problems. Again, this was an era of individualism, an era that believed in the power of the people, not that of some nameless deity.Belz’s group stayed humble, unheard of. With this smaller group of 4 to 5 devotees, Belz got the opportunity to practice and properly flesh out his rituals, beliefs and practices.However, the Allagans eventually reached their peak and even the rich and capable began to lose their purpose as they seemed to have hit the pinnacle of advancement with nowhere else to go. All the problems were solved, the people prospered in a dead stagnation. Suicide rates skyrocketed, people lost the desire to reproduce, lost the desire to learn. All this served to stoke the fires of Belz’s utopic cult. As more people flocked to his cult looking for change, for purpose, Belz knew better than to become 'too' big. He ducked his head, switching from loud open public preaching to simply letting rumours roll from mouth to ear. Although more people joined... the cult never really grew too much in numbers... keeping it between 10-20 people. Belz feasted and tactically sacrificed his own people to sustain himself and keep a low profile.The fourth umbral calamity hit and Belz protected his food source to the best of his ability. People regressed. False preachers cursing knowledge and destroying all advancements became common and Belz found himself faced with a perfect prey. A world filled with the fear of Gods once more.As the ages advanced, Belz would select his male heir, train them for years to become the next head of his organization. During the passing of the crown ceremony, it was custom for the old heir to be sacrificed so that the new leader could ‘absorb’ the soul of the previous leader. In truth, Belz would devour the candidate and morph into his form to take on their identity. Since it was customary for the leader to take on the first name of the very first leader who founded the cult, Belz would only change his last name to the one of his candidates. Although most of the candidate’s training was genuinely about learning the ropes, it was mainly an excuse for Belz to get close and learn every single intricate detail of the man’s life so he could completely replicate his identity when the time came. This was how Belz fooled people about being mortal.The fifth umbral calamity came and Belz was getting used to this routine. He saved whatever important handful of devotees from the calamity and then rebuilt himself within the next astral era...It was around these times that Belz developed a front to hide his cult further. He began presenting himself and his group as a charity organisation that gave gil, necessities and food to the less fortunate. Joining the charity organisation was the first step to being ensnared in Belz’s cult. This was the time where Belz would vet the volunteers and see if they were good candidates. If so, then they would slowly start being roped into ceremonies and rituals until reprogrammed into completely devoting themselves to the cult. The charity work painted Belz and his group in a good image despite the suspicion that had grown towards them throughout the years. Again, Belz’s group faded out of the minds of others, completely out of any limelight.After the 6th umbral calamity, Belz settled his group in Ishgard. The cold weather made for a rough living and when the Dragonsong war began, despair loomed over the city. There was a clear separation of rich and poor whose houses were hit the hardest by the dragon’s attacks. It was a perfect setting where Belz would not have to worry about a lack of potential devotees.The seventh umbral calamity, the very last of his current time, had been restricted by Archon Louisoix so Belz’s home was not obliterated as it would in previous calamities. So where his cult stood, there it remained until this very day.

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Sir Kha; The Xaela

Torgan Kha was born in the Kha tribe on the fringes of the Xaela lands. His tribe’s culture had always encouraged interaction with non-Auri species. From a young age, his eyes were wide with passion for foreign ethnicities and their respective cultures. His dream was to travel the lands and experience every society. Through his early age, he worked towards that goal and as he reached adulthood, he went off on his adventures. On the cusp of entering his 20s, He settled in Doma for a while and with passing years he went farther and farther from his homeland until reaching the far North of Eorzea.He’d settled in Ishgard, now in his late 20s, the city plagued by relentless sieges from dragons. He’d been living in the cold, depressed city for some time now when he ran into the man that would completely change his life: Belz Brown. He had met him first in a tavern in the Brume, the man was much older than him, a Midlander with greying hair and a mature body. Having befriended him then, Belz had expressed such enthusiasm in learning about his journey that their meetings became increasingly frequent. Torgan would recount his adventures then the two would spend hours discussing different cultural practices and beliefs from across the lands. It was at their sixth meeting that Belz had confessed to him about having rather “unorthodox” beliefs for the region of Ishgard. Enraptured by this curious religion and having become trusting of his new dearest friend, Torgan jumped at the offer to come spectate some of their rituals.Belz promised to show him their practices in full, and so, Torgan viewed more and more rituals and gatherings and with each one, the devotees and Belz encouraged his participation more and more, the rituals growing in intensity and pulling him further and further out of his comfort zones until... he’d completely forgotten what other purpose he’s had in ishgard. He knew something wasn’t right. He knew he was being trapped but he felt unable to resist like moth to flame. Being with them... doing those rituals... he’s never experienced something so... fulfilling. Belz comforted him, gently coaxed his engagement and raved about how well he would perform for an outsider. Belz would say he might be chosen and one day offered for Torgan to join them... permanently. To have his initiation and make it official. Torgan didn’t know what to say at first but Belz has always shown him such great kindness. He was admirable, and he’d grown enamoured by his ‘power’ and presence. He felt whole in the cult... Spending time away from them to think about his decision, made him realise just how much he’d grown attached to it and so, Torgan went back.He closed his eyes and completely threw himself into their practices and if things couldn’t have been more incredible, he even became Belz’s chosen heir under whom he learned the more coveted and sacred of truths. He understood their purpose, understood the glory in sacrifice and felt like he understood the universe itself...Years passed and the Xaela had completely forgotten his goal of travelling or anything about his life before the cult. He’d been baptised into a new life, reborn, and so anything before that was dead and gone.And then... he was readyTorgan was a mature adult now, pushing his late 30s, it was time for him to take the reins. He was ready. He felt ready. He’d recited the ritual many times and had no more question to ask Belz. He was ready to accept his soul into his own body and continue to lead their cause for many years to come.The ritual had them both in a small, isolated room, the both of them having consumed substances to ‘elevate’ their minds into a trance-like state. Of course, Torgan was not aware at the time that he’d been the only one to have actually taken the illicit substances. Both himself and Belz were completely bare, only a myriad of candles lighting the room, the floors covered in pillows and satin sheets. And so, as the faint muffled sound of the other devotees chanting loudly in the next room seeped through the walls, Torgan and Belz melded their bodies into the night under the gaze of a new moon. However, the sensual ritual did not quite go as planned. As Belz sent Torgan into completely new realms of pleasure, that’s when he felt the first bite. The heavy painkillers and hallucinogens kept Torgan in a numb trance, his moans still ringing through as he found himself being devoured alive instead of him absorbing Belz. It was bloody.The ritual ended and... Torgan stepped out with no traces of sir Brown to be found left in the room.Torgan Kha became Belz Kha....And so the story goes.

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