IC: Exalted 2.5
Reply to Nether (msg #12): there are Raksha for every purpose.
Bountiful Blessing
Exalts wander Creation, altering it to suit their desires, and never caring for the consequences. Sometimes, mortals manage to have a part in the tale, but are rarely protagonists - unless the Fair Folk smile upon them.
Once upon a time, a brash young Exalt walked the lands, and caught the hearts of many a fair lad and maiden. But these were just the common sort, of unremarkable beauty, unburdened by destiny, riches, esoteric knowledge or interesting relatives - and so they were ignored. A few were daring and fortunate enough to possess those qualities which can appeal to Exalts, at least for a while, but were no more successful.
One, of no particular note, was truly devoted and determined - and so was willing to call the Raksha despite the warnings of the elders and the priests.
"Why do you call for me, little mortal?" the Raksha asked, as the would be lover carefully stared at anything but the newcomer, whose beauty would steal hearts away.
"There is one I love. But none have touched the Exalt's heart, though they were almost as fair as you must be."
"What would you have of me, clever mortal?" the Raksha asked, as the forlorn child of Creation carefully displayed mundane treasures to the Wyld being, whose attention would otherwise waver.
"I would know what it is the Exalt desires, so if I cannot give it at least I may be of use by finding one who can."
"Towering peaks, great tracts of land, fertile valleys - on a scale beyond mortal limits, unless..."
"Unless?" the fool asked, breaking the pattern that might have kept Chaos at bay.
The details of the pact struck between the two are not permitted to be recorded, lest another mere mortal dare challenge the decrees of Destiny. But the Exalt slipped from the Woven Path and vanished into the wylds, and was only found centuries later, having loved and wed a strange and distant land. One whose creation was never woven in the Loom, and bore a mortal name...
Mechanics
1-dot Behemoth
Assumption of Dreams and Passion - the bearer of the Blessing is Love incarnate.
Assumption of the Person's Heart - until it is taken on by a willing carrier, to merge with them until death, the Blessing seems nothing more than an innocuous fruit.
Assumption of the City's Heart - once the Blessing's bearer has found a suitable place, it merges with the land itself, becoming a part of its most prominent features.
I could be tempted to play, though I have certain (evident) preferences, character-wise.