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[center][h1][color=Maroon]Larwen[/color][/h1][b][i]"The Corrupter"[/i][/b][/center]

[u][b] [color=Maroon] Dᴏᴍᴀɪɴ & Pᴏʀᴛꜰᴏʟɪᴏ [/color] [/b][/u]
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[hider=Perfection (Corruption)]
Corruption, the great cure for the universe. It exists in all things, no matter how insignificant it may seem at the time. It allows him to take something, an animal, a plant, even a sentient being who is without perfection, and alter them in a way that goes against their intended purpose in life. Usually bastardizations of what they once were, becoming hostile and deadly to unaltered life. Take for example a forest. Where once it would be full of life and greenery, where Larwen walks it would warp and die. The forest would become hostile, and radiate a corrupting influence on those that walked within, and it would be home to twisted creatures. His perversion of what others would deem perfect, natural- would simply become perfected to him, by his own hand.

Such corruption also works more subtlety in the hearts and minds of those it touches. Sweet whispers of power and control, to be greater then what you are, twisting and influencing perceptions until you can no longer recognize what you once were. Angels become demons, men become monsters, and life reaches its full potential. All of this serves Larwen's misguided sense of perfection. For all of creation must be corrupted for it to serve him, it is the only way.
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[u][b] [color=Maroon] Aʟɪɢɴᴍᴇɴᴛ [/color] [/b][/u]
[indent]Chaotic Evil[/indent]
[u][b] [color=Maroon] Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ [/color] [/b][/u]
[indent]Larwen is a being with great passion. He sees everything, and everyone as corruptible as he, if not even more so. He is extremely hedonistic, going so far as to actively pursue his desires without care of consequence. He craves [i]perfection[/i], his twisted cure from the natural order of the universe, and would love nothing more then to shape it to his will. Larwen does not view his actions as evil, but a pureness that invites all beings into his hold. He views himself as a gift giver, regardless of whether those gifts are malevolent. He truly believes that without his help, nothing can reach its full potential. 

He views imperfect creations with abhorrence, and cares little for them in their unaltered states. Larwen sees all life as fallible. Weak. He preys upon the lesser, warping their minds with purpose and seeding their hearts with corruption. As such, he views mortal life as blank molds. They are nothing without his touch, until perfected in his own image. On the rare occasion that he ever found something incorruptible, he would remove it from existence. For if you cannot take his gifts, cannot be altered to fit, then what purpose do you have in a universe of clay?

Larwen believes that his fellow gods are misguided, without the proper purpose or perfection that he desires. He pities them for what they cannot be, but would love nothing more then to alter them as well. Any and all of their subjects, their creations, their people, all are within his grasp. If he cannot corrupt his siblings, then he will corrupt what they love, and perfect them to his own desires. He can rarely be reasoned with, and always asks for something in return for bargains or deals.[/indent]
[u][b] [color=Maroon] Gᴏᴀʟs [/color] [/b][/u]
[indent]His goals are simple ones. The corruption of all life to fit his sense of perfection. To become new, to have a purpose beyond restraint, all must be consumed, altered. All is touchable to him, it must be, for if it is not, then it is already [i]perfect.[/i] The imperfect must be perfected to fit into his warped reality. Larwen will do what he must to corrupt life in all of its forms, without hesitation, nor remorse.[/indent]
[b][u] [color=Maroon] Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ [/color] [/u][/b]
[indent]Larwen is a tall twelve foot, spindly creature. His arms are long, and his hands are nimble things. Calloused and worn, they are that of a sculptor, a bread maker, smith and painter. His horns are his symbol, his mark upon reality. They are that of a crown, molded to fit that of a God. His form is the pinnacle of what he views as perfection, but the process of alteration is ever ongoing. But for now, he doesn't have any more appearances or forms.[/indent]
[u][b] [color=Maroon] Mᴜsɪᴄᴀʟ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ [/color] [/b][/u]
[indent][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sRHPRjxCDYM]Annihilation - Moderat[/url][/indent]
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