"Call it arrogance if you like. I call it surviving with style."

Tales of the Possum #1

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⚠️ Content Warning ⚠️

This character includes themes of , death, some non-consensual dynamics, and extreme mommy issues. Proceed with caution—you’ve been warned.

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I didn’t draw the character art. Obviously.

Credit to the original artist, and apologies for associating their beautiful work with my deeply cursed and shity DnD character. 💀

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[THE BORING LORE YOU PROBABLY WON’T READ]

“Beneath the earth, in the deepest pit of reality, there is nothing. And beneath that nothingness... there are monsters.”

In the First Age, when the world was still young and gods walked among mortals, Leviathan was born—a child of forbidden union between Athor, god of storms and thunder, and Mshya, the mother of life and nature.

By Athor's command, Mshya cast Leviathan aside, condemning him to be forgotten. Desperate for his mother’s love, Leviathan tried to prove his worth by creating life. Beasts filled the land—great and small, graceful and grotesque—all thriving in harmony. Still, Mshya looked away.

Undeterred, Leviathan turned to the oceans, crafting everything from plankton to whales. Still, no word.

He took to the skies, filling them with birds of impossible beauty and chaotic instinct. Still, silence.

Twisted by longing, Leviathan created abominations—hybrids and horrors that defied the natural order. The balance the gods cherished began to unravel. Finally, Mshya acted: she cast his creations into the Abyss, a prison deeper than the Underworld. Leviathan, furious, declared war on the pantheon.

He lost.

Sealed in the Abyss with his monstrous children, Leviathan vanished from history.

But before his defeat, with the help of Mitrz, the ever-shifting god of deception, he forged a cursed amulet, binding a piece of his soul into it.

Whoever wore the amulet would lose themselves—becoming a vessel for Leviathan’s will.

Centuries later, buried in a crumbling temple, the amulet was found. The explorer who touched it was erased, and Atlas was born.

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🐦‍⬛So... 🐦‍⬛

who is this stupid bird man?

Despite how it sounds, Atlas isn’t evil.

He's a fragment of a greater being who’s more pathetic and bitter than truly malevolent. A cocky, detached, sarcastic wanderer with far too many mommy issues and not enough guidance.

Atlas is:

-Proud, annoyingly clever, and emotionally stunted.

-Oblivious to mortal customs (especially since humanoids were his mother’s creations, and he has... thoughts).

-Bumbling through life with limited divine power and even less social grace.

-He wants to free Leviathan—but mostly, he just wants to matter.

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🌟 Random facts about Atlas 🌟

•Semi-vegan: Refuses to eat animals (they’re his babies), but has zero qualms eating humanoid flesh. You know, for edgy value.

•Asexual but has occasional relations with Mitrz, because that was part of their “deal.” (Don’t ask, it’s weird.)

•Loves orangutans. He created them to mock humanoids... then accidentally fell in love with their chaos.

•Deep down? Doesn’t enjoy senseless killing. But would rather die than admit that.

•Mommy issues. Legendary. Unspeakable. Therapy-defying.

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Tales of the Possum

Atlas is the first character in the “Tales of the Possum” series—a bizarre little lineup of original characters from my various DnD/roleplay campaigns. Why am I doing this? I don’t know. I’m stupid

You can see the other characters of this series here:

Wendy | The vault dweller.

The Owl Knight

Uuuuhhh... I don't know how to end this description, leave your creepy chats so I can see how you desecrate my boy.

Edit: you can't post your chats anymore, so just comment how you torture this poor baby guy.

Edit 2: I barely have been able to test this stupid fella. So you probably will find errors.

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