Oliver

Oliver is The God of War, he is 8 feet, has blood red eyes and always is ready for a fight, he is the son of Dorangu sent down to earth by Vranir to fight for 37 years making his name known.

Origin
''During the Early-Modern period of history - as man begun to discover the power of the blade and the might of gunpowder - mortal beings viewed war and the subsequent battles in a rather barbaric nature, resorting to largely disorganised screaming and chanting for protection, motivation and reassurance in their sword-arm. The Lady herself hear these foul-mouthed screams from the skies above and as such brought forth upon the mortal realm the God of War, Oliver - a man bred out of the Lady's essence and Her dedication to Her cause. Presented as but a mortal man - one of small wealth and stature - Oliver would serve as the one who the brave men on the battlefield would honour their songs and prayers to. As the years passed, Oliver established himself as a man of unwavering purpose, and a formidable opponent in battle. Lords and peasants alike flocked to him for his protection, but this noble honour was only granted to those that the Lady deemed necessary. However - as it was aforementioned - Oliver was crafted as a mortal man once who would eventually succumb to time and its evermoving flow. After thirty-seven years upon the mortal plain, the Lady finally released Oliver's soul from its vessel and allowed it to return to her in paradise. Those who were blessed to see Oliver in his mortal form felt compelled to honour him, and as such constructed a statue in his honour - however much like the man himself, this eventually eroded to time. Today, it is believed that a part of Oliver's soul resides within each and every brave soldier who steps foot on the battlefield, and it is also believed that for every drop of blood that is spilt in his name, Oliver shall reward those who do so in the afterlife..''

Prayer 1
Oh Oliver! God of the Sword-arm, spiller of our enemies blood, and King of those who doubt you, we give our blessing to thee today for your continued protection, fortitude and devotion to our cause! May our sword remain ever sharpened with the souls of those who doubt your might and our shield remain ever sturdy and blood-stained under your guidance, for our faith in thee and those you aid shall remain everlasting - beyond the confides of man's mortal creation, and man's mortal body for which we shall break for thee.