Yinyue wears Dan Heng's face, which is the face of every High Elder before him, and has not deviated from this. Pointed ears, glowing eyes, and crystalline horns; his godly form is nearly identical to that of his Vidyadhara form. The only significant difference is that in this time, his draconic nature has intensified and he has a tail nearly as long as he is tall. It's not fully prehensile, but he has some control over it. He learned from a very messy childhood, and tends to carry it draped over one arm so he doesn't knock it into things unconsciously.

His clothing is simple but well made, often times embroidered by his mother's loving hand. He prefers loose, easy to move in clothes without a lot of ornamentation or layers. Something that's easy to swim in. Informal clothes / Formal clothes. He is always seen with at least a golden bangle made by an expert artificer, looped around the tip of his tail; it is made with defensive magics to protect against smaller environmental hazards, such as sparks and cinders commonly found in an artificer's workshop.

In times of conflict or when his blessings turn to affliction, Yinyue will melt into the nearest body of water and reappear in the form of a serpentine dragon, identifiable by their star bright eyes and the horns nestled at the base of their mane. Otherwise, doesn't bother shedding his godly form for any reason, and walks among humans to observe their lives freely.

       A god only found in bodies of water under open sky and stars, known as "the young lord who drinks the moonlight." Not one that involves himself with the affairs of the world much, Yinyue is revered by the small number of those who seek to absolve themselves of their mistakes, or to forget their sins entirely. One must entreat his aid in good faith with genuine good (or at least remorseful) intent, otherwise his blessings will easily become afflictions, as his judgement is as changeable as the moon itself, and his icy countenance will give no sign of what is to come.

washing away memories or the past
scrying through water
purifying liquids confusion or muddled memories
poisoning liquids
drowning or suffocation His domain shrinks to become a walled garden with an immeasurably deep pond full of blooming lotus plants. The shadow of a great tree looms overhead, and leaves fall and disintegrate into golden light before they can touch the water. Something large, serpentine and scaled moves through the deep, though it's impossible to get a good look at. An ever-changing handful of books can always be found on the little garden table, covering any topic from the mundane to the fantastic, historical or fiction, inconsequential or grave. Many relate to Abraxas, its lifeforms and history, or craft, but the occasional tome will talk of travelers from beyond the skies, vast reaches of space, great ships bearing immortal soldiers traveling into the infinite reaches of space.

There is no sign of a train.
If you pat him on the head, you might get an extra blessing, to keep your mind sharp, your heart safe, and your soul brave on the road ahead (Protection from Evil and Good).

       Depending on who you ask, he is either the son of Mythos (Guardian of the Pathless) and Metia (Herald of The Everwinter) born when their light reached moon-graced waters, or a dragon hatched from the moon's reflection on a still sea.

Prior to his disappearance and subsequent reincarnation, Dan Heng of the summoned was known more for small heroic acts of monster slaying and his much more important travel journals. He kept a low profile and did not achieve the fame of godhood on his own — though he kept company with many of the other Summoned on their way to godhood and even after. As Imbibitor Lunae's reincarnation, the irony of this was not lost on him. Notably he did not have any significant messy situationships with anyone due to general lack of initiative and interest on his part. He was a rebound-free safety zone.

After his rebirth, well. He's a kid. If you want to hang out, please get permission from his mom. As a God, Yinyue abhors isolation and craves companionship, seeking out other gods or sentient species for company — though he prefers quiet company, he will not turn down raucous acquaintances.

Clive

PAPA.

Jill

MAMA.

Hilda

Miss Valentine. His first godly invocation was to spray her in the face with purifying waters. Now he does it whenever she gets too deep in her head, and its like watching cats and dogs fight. She made cool things, and for some reason he was entranced by watching her work as a craftswoman... Pink. Isn't her hair pretty?

Cassian

Brother dirt. Doesn't poop dirt, he says, and yet, has not been able to provide 100000% proof, so... He's fraying at the edges at all times, and his existence seems both transient and permanent at the same time. He always comes back as less than he was before, until you sweep the corners and add some water to give the dirt something to hold itself together with.

Nanaue.

Ocean Gang. He's got a whole gaggle of fish with legs, and they're really fun to play tag with.

Ed.

Egg guardian, guardian of the egg. Poseidon quivers before him, fuck off!. Seagullgate is REAL. He introduced the concept of dinosaurs, and has unbelievably baller treasure and stories.

Dion

Lord Bahamut. Something familiar about the searing radiance, cold and sad. Isolated. Divine power on a pedestal, without equal, without peer...