[center][color=white][big][b]Iä! Shub-Niggurath! The Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young![/b][/big][/color][hr][color=white][b]99.9% of the time, I'm in chat on this character. If you're interested in any of my others, you can find me here.[/b][/color][img=4794]shub[/img][/center]

[indent][indent][indent][collapse=Genesis]When he had first broken off from the miasma of hate, there was no bodily image or physical form that he knew. It was only through a primitive human, his first interaction with consciousness, that he came to being. Seven others materialized before him, all carrying the same notions, all different from his. Yog-Sothoth, Nug, Yeb, they each had a name similar to this, taking on the form of the female human with horns, hooves, long and flowing hair. Their appearance was that of fear and unnatural law, a sort of chaos that had been harbored in them since the moment they came to be. But not Shubb. Not the little boy standing aside from them, pale skinned, flat chested. He had taken their idea, it had been his, but something was awry. Cast off, replaced, a timeless being with a broken mind and a physical forms torn in two.

[color=white]Shub-Niggurath, The Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young, as he was so named and with so many more. A fallen angel of sorts. When the black death of timeless beings seemed to fall asleep, he was forgotten and left to be, from the beginning of time until the end. A gentle looking human male, it seemed his appearance changed with the times, taking the bodily image of the caveman, of the modern human, of the withered and weak intellects in the time ahead. He had the figure of a female, no matter when or where you found him, his hips a bit too wide, his waist a tad too thin, his pert backside somewhat squishy, soft, slightly bigger than it seemed it should of been. His legs, constantly smooth, like pillows. In those limbs, an unimaginable power, as his arms were weak, but he could jump higher than any man or animal ever dared. The books called him a fawn, a satyr, the glimpse humanity was able to capture recorded in tale and song. Fast, agile, half man and half goat, amber eyes with the softest face you've ever seen, an always changing wardrobe.[/color][/collapse]
[collapse=Old Testament]If the lithe thing had been created as was intended, his mind would think in tandem with the rest of his kin, which had falling into a slumber long before the dawn of modern life. An intangible swath of disgust and hatred, their mass battled against the ever powerful construct known as light. Goodness. Comfort and love. Over the ages, this had broken the darkness down into shadows of the original form, and all of creation bore badness in them, kept away by the light, forced into the earth and restrained by its physical form. A sliver of hate broke off, and became solid, whole, connected by the consciousness and furious beyond measure. They sleep, hidden deep in mountains crafted by their rage, in chasms of the sea cut deep by their wrath.

[color=white]It was this time when Shubb came into being. At first, a timid thing, able to think and feel apart from his brothers and sisters, but ever aware of the endless screaming, cursing, pulsing rage that took itself inside of his head. For the first parts of his life, he hid, away from the broken earth and bloodshot sea, as he knew nothing of himself. Slowly, it grew quiet, over years and years of molding themselves as deeply away from the light as they possibly could. The only one left was Shubb, and he began to explore, his mind at ease, able to express himself in thought more than anger. From the seas came green, and soon other living things. These years flew by, as the world soon became populated by seemingly endless different plants and animals, many much bigger than the goat, and many doing him much harm, but he never once feared for his life. A great bolt of thunder sounded, and the giant animals died off. At this time, Shubb had yet to commit to one form, but a female caveman, a most primitive human, happened upon him one day. He's never abandoned that form since.

Throughout the eons, Shubb has grown bolder. It seems as if when man as we knew it had come around, he'd developed a taste for old style wine. If asked, he'd swear that Rome had the best of it, and it's never been as good since, but some develop opinions for the old ways when they're that age. An unchanging teenager, just old enough to breed, it marks that 16 years his siblings took to bury themselves in the earth and steal his growth from him. He's rooted himself in human ways, often indulging in very human-like sins, of alcohol, of banned books, outlawed foods, substances that remind him of 'home', of women with fat husbands who find him attractive. Since the birth-days, he's lost the power to change his form, instead adapting to humanity as it matures. He's lost quite a lot of things, as well as a great deal of his memory, but he remembers enough. Bold and brash, you'd find him skulking about in the dark ages, in plain view during Egypt's prime, walking openly with philosophers through Paris and Alexandria, and by the 21st century, hardly caring who spotted him. Further still, as genetic sciences developed, he stopped needing to hide altogether, seemingly unafraid of anything that might come his way.[/color][/collapse]
[collapse=New Testament]Ah. Though, the old days, he seemed to have much less of a grasp on who he was. At times, he'd steal texts from important places, study them endlessly, look up at the night sky and wonder. At others, he'd be seated upon a throne and revered as a God reborn, a goat-man sent to lead the people to prosperity. 'Live well and stay on the path.' Live well. Worship and be worshiped. Never stray from this, lest damnation find you. He used to have quite the ego, and when you're draped in gold, kept fat by the people, who wouldn't?

[color=white]His siblings would have at fit at this, if they'd known. They'd probably have a fit at everything.[/color][/collapse]
[collapse=Author's Notes]Yeah I have no idea what to put here.

[color=white]Ask about anything you don't understand. I'm totally open to conversation and pretty much every scenario. That's how he's written, after all.[/color][/collapse]
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[/indent][/indent][/indent][color=red][sub]Big thanks to doujinshi group turtle.fish.paint for the art. Used without their permission.[/sub][/color]