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[h2]Muorival[/h2]
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[b]Player Name:[/b] Fubsy

[b]Domains (Portfolios):[/b] Death [Souls], Community [Guidance]

[b]Alignment:[/b] Lawful Neutral

[b]Symbol(s):[/b] A torch/lamp, marigolds, owls, shepherd's crook; the crest of Muorival is of a torch being carried in the talons of an owl.

[b]Appearance:[/b] Though Muorival's form on the mortal plane varies, there are three shapes she mainly uses: a peasant child in an owl mask, a great owl roughly the size of a bear, and an elderly, blind woman in a cloak with a lamp. Her true form is that of a tall, bald, ebony woman with multiple arms draped in mist-like robes. Large, dark wings sprout from her back and her eyes carry a light nearly as brilliant as the one from the torch in her hands.

[b]Personality:[/b] Muorival is, in more ways than one, the epitome of death. She is peaceful, gentle, quiet. Her words are soft and comforting like a mother's womb, yet the throb with a truth that terrifies even the bravest of warriors. Her actions are born from neither malice nor benevolence, but from pure necessity. Like death, she is unrelenting. Her patience extends for years, centuries even, as she observes with curious fascination the ongoings of mortals and their strange desire to make the most of their fleeting lives.

[b]Dogma:[/b] Souls are fragile essences. As such, it is the duty of Muorival to guide them on their journey to the afterlife. Death is needed for life to continue, and life is needed for death to continue. Accept the inevitability death, not as an act of taking, but of deliverance of a needed rest. Desecrate not those that have fallen. Eradicate those who thrive to destroy the sanctity of death. False immortals claiming empty lives and manipulators of agonized sprits at the expense of the innocent are warts on the smooth cycle of life and death. They are to be destroyed.
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