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[b]Name/Titles:[/b] Nanaeios, Siren of Storms, the Harpy of Hurricanes, Matron of Maelstroms, The Watery Grave
[b]Gender:[/b] Female
[b]Matronage:[/b] Storms and the Dead
[b]Parentage:[/b] Nanaeios is a reflection of her birth, created by the water of her mother's tears, the Goddess of the Skies who wept for a certain deities loneliness. The god of the underworld, Tinios, was a solemn man who watched over the world of Malebazus and Lake Sharzunates, and when the Goddess of the Skies saw his plight, cried in hopes that he may find some warmth in the life he unwillingly took upon himself. From her cries, Nanaeios was born, and became that hope; she immediately fell in love with Tinios, and with her beauty and devotion, the god gladly accepted her proposal for marriage. In this sense, Nanaeios has no father.
[b]Pantheon/Affiliation:[/b] Deity
[b]Appearance:[/b] Nanaeios is often depicted as a beautiful young woman, with skin as white as the lightning that heralds her arrival, or as pale as death, depending on who is describing her. Those that feel pity for her claim the former, while those that suffer from her storms say the latter. The immense coat weaved with black feathers she wears upon her shoulders is a memento of her husband, which is believed to be capable of turning into black wings not unlike the harpies that she supposedly bears. Within the mortal realm, she is believed to be the storm itself, though such are merely the effects of her presence in the area. Nanaeios can also depict herself as a massive sea serpent, or a jet-black harpy whose wings crackle with electricity.

[b]Centres of Worship/Places of Power:[/b] Nanaeios, being a deity of storms and the vile dead, enjoys few significant places of worship. Most mortals scorn her for the disasters she causes, and so temples dedicated to her, and individuals sending sympathy are looked down upon, ostracized, or even destroyed. Storm Temples are sparsely located within Lymaeus, and are small in stature, generally being but a few circles of stone slabs with saddening poetry etched into their surfaces. Though spiteful of her, sailors sometimes reach these temples to ask for mercy, or even to pray that love may find its way into their hearts -for no love is stronger than that of Nanaeios's. Necromancers create different temples that pay homage to Nanaeios, often buried deep underground or upon the cliffs bordering the seas.

[b]Servants, Prominent Followers and Worship Base:[/b] Nanaeios possesses few truly devoted (living) followers, looked to only for mercy or for power by specific individuals. Those that come to her frequently are the sailors who wish for safe journeys, and all that is offered is gold or fur, believed to serve to warm her in her cold world below. From there, the sailors simply disappear and hope that their prayers will be answered, ultimately uncaring of Nanaeios herself. Storm Temples are thus often riddled with purses with a few gold coins or animal pelts left there. Few are brave enough to take items left there for Nanaeios, for the rumor is strong that thieves who steal from her are killed in the night by the living dead that rise from the seas and lakes to punish them.

In this, the dead serve Nanaeios faithfully, looking to her as a gorgeous beacon of light in their own despair, doing her bidding without question and for her praise. Decaying corpses and skeletons rise up from places of deep water most often to punish thieves of her temples, though have also been known to attack maidens who betray their lovers. Especially close couples have claimed that the risen dead have appeared in storms to help them in times of need when traveling between cities and towns, combating bandits or fixing transportation. An especially fanciful tale says that an undead horse came to a couple's aid when their own horse broke its leg during a journey. These sorts of tales also hold true for individuals seeking to return to their spouse safely.

Just as the dead follow Nanaeios faithfully, so to do the few necromancers of Lymaeus, who call upon Nanaeios for temporary ownership of the souls of the dead. However, unlike with sailors who offer gifts to the storm goddess, necromancers walk a more dangerous game. Most often, necromancers offer their souls as great generals for Nanaeios in death, sacrificing any chance they have at going to Hevas after death, and will forever remain in Malebazus, separated from the eternal cycle of resurrection that other souls experience.

Sirens and harpies, the mystical banes of sailors and mountaineers all proclaim fealty to Nanaeios, believed by mortals to be the offspring of the goddess herself. Harpies harry mortals who find themselves climbing particularly desolate mountains until they perish from numerous minor wounds. They appear as women with wings in place of arms, and bearing the talons of raptors instead of true feet. Sirens are found along coastlines and near islands, appearing as irresistibly beautiful women to male mortals. When their prey come near, they sing phantasmal songs to lure them closer before drowning them in the water and consuming their flesh.

[b]Psychology:[/b] Nanaeios presents herself as the strikingly cool and collected calm before a storm, though can quickly turn maniacally vicious or distraught with but simple wrong-doings of others. Others deal with her in a cautious manner, knowing well that after the death of Aroesus, the border between Miphas and Sharzunates has become thinner, and Nanaeios's restrictions less potent... She has displayed on more than one occasion that even the tiniest mistake in the transport of a mortal soul to Hevas may be taken advantage of by Nanaeios if she deems the soul unworthy of peace. When interacting with other deities, Nanaeios appears peaceful and quiet, often melancholic and apologetic if things go properly. Errors, slights, or damages done to her or her psyche almost always result in her devolving into fits of rage or despair, most of which involve her unleashing preposterous amounts of tears. She becomes violent to nearly anyone within sight, or so heavy-hearted that she cannot interact properly any longer.

Nanaeios appreciates love and devotion more than anything else. believing them to be the highest pleasure and aspect of life anyone can achieve. Especially devoted mortal couples benefit from her matronage, either in the forms of luck, wealth, health, or fertility when they so desire it. Those that truly love one another and stay true to such relationships are seen in the greatest light for Nanaeios. Though incapable of specifically working towards the creation of matrimony in the mortal world, she often wishes for certain events to take place, closely following the goings-on between important mortals in Lymaeus. Royal weddings and such, are a great enjoyment of Nanaeios.

Despite her overwhelming love of of [i]love[/i], Nanaeios is apprehensive to love when it comes to her own. Being still especially devoted to her late husband, the former warden of Malebazus, she does not take well to advances by others upon her, and still often reflects upon her own loss, lending to the surge in storms as of late; with the death of Aroesus, Nanaeios has seen her own plight reflected in Mysia, and further reminds herself of what it feels like to loose a loved one.

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