Kuraw. God of the Anonymous, Personas, Acting, Theater, Song, and Dance. 

Known across the plane as Kuraw, The Lord of Faces, The Masquerade, The Lord of the Opera, The Anonymous, The Facefull, The Comedy, The Tragedy, and The Dancing King.  

Kuraw is a member of the Fated Crown, The Gods of Secrets, The Divine Circus, The Laughing Gods, The Muses, and Gods of the Mind. 

Holy Books: The Book of Crowns.    

Kuraw the twin brother of Dragoul formed when the blood of Paladar and Na’Tally bound together and created new Gods. Kuraw embodies the Mask, the Anonymous, that which protects from consequence. He lets people act with assumed impunity showing the soul beneath the skin. He is also the taking on of a mask becoming something else, something new, fresh, bigger than life.  

His Symbol is The Comedy and Tragedy – Two theater masks lashed together with several ribbons making a rainbow. 

When active on Ithia, Kuraw’s divine celestial body is the Masks on the Moons. Strange auras of sky lights that paint the appearances of faces across the two remaining moons and the twisted visage over the scar with Azure once stood.  

Kuraw’s divine plane is a grand theater, opera house, and touches of kabuki mixed together around a great central stage. An audience of shadows cheer towards the center when required but are otherwise quiet to allow the never-ending plays to continue.  

Kuraw maintains several artifacts including  

-Baromis: Armor composed of countless theater masks laced together by rainbow ribbons. Each mask feels like its gaze follows those around it wherever they go. The masks bare frowns, smiles, pouts, and neutral expressions each one a mixture of terror and morbid attraction. 

-The Comic Tragedy is a sword of silver and gold with intricate, wondrous, and highly impractical design. It has sharp spikes added to the blade, frilly embellishments on the handle and pommel that hinder its combat ability. It leaves a trace of pink and blue blur behind it when swung. While most would see it as an impractical weapon if it so much as breaks skin one will be overwhelmed with fits of laughter or tears. 

Kuraw is vaguely humanoid. Extremely tall, very lanky, never seen outside of his armor of masks. Body of parchment twisted together with pens, and quills. His blood of ink coursing through veins of words. His eyes mirrors with spectral eyes gazing outward and his lips curve into a permeant smile.  

Kuraw is a God who embodies many dualities he is the persona, the mask, the freedom of anonymity, and the good and evil it can breed. He is driven by drama, struggle, and overall entertainment rarely seeking personal triumphs. Kuraw’s divine servants can mimic appearances, voices, and mannerisms of those they’ve studied. Create auras of fear or attraction, repel soulless beings, weaponize sound, and amplify emotion. 

Kuraw is worshipped by writers, playwrights, actors, directors, and general artists. His temples are the various theater and homes of art across the cultures. Every song, every rhythmic motion, every word spoken as someone else, and every imaginative thought written down is worship unto him. He accepts masks meant to represent past troubles, past pains, as sacrifice to a new life and look on life. He accepts songs written or played, plays, paintings, and art in general.  

Kuraw’s Values.  

Pillars (Virtues)- Pleasure, Happiness, Acceptance of Self, Sadness, and Understanding. 

Columns (Vices) – Excess, Denial, Rejection of Self, Despair, and Fear. 

Kuraw does not maintain divine orders as hes too busy with actors, directors, and artists.