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Name: Memoriae

 // The Keeper Of Knowledge //Muda'ris //

“Knowledge Comes With A Steep Price.”

Domain: Knowledge -  Memoriae has the ability to manipulate any kind of knowledge, whether it be written or in the mind of other beings. Giving or taking any kind of knowledge or skills from any humans. Letting anyone have Memoriae gifts with hidden knowledge, however this knowledge comes with a steep price. The price being that person’s insanity. The knowledge that is given to a person, that person’s perception and gives them a heightened sixth sense. 


Myth: In the middle of a forest, at the time when the witching hour occurs a group of people are gathering around an altar. The group consisted of six people gathering around in a circle, there was one figure standing in the middle of the altar, on top of the altar was a piece of parchment scrolled out. The writing of the parchment was written in blood, there were images of ancient runes and occult symbols. The figure near the altar was wearing some certain ceremonial robes and a strange mask made out of a goat’s severed head. He made some sort of strange motion with his hands. The figures around him were chanting a long forgotten dead language, the sky above them darkening with lightning starting to strike the trees around them. 

Their voice became louder sounding almost ethereal, soon there was a strong wind blowing against the robes of the figures. The wind was howling and finally dissipated after about half an hour of chanting. All of the figures started to remove their hoods. The figure’s eyes were empty with many tattoo’s of occult symbols all over their bodies. The trees in the forest rustled before finally parting, a tall figure came out of the shadows of the trees. The figure was dressed in gold robes, the figure moving towards the altar and looking over the parchment. “You hooman’s have done every task that i have assigned you, i do believe you are all ready to transient.” 

The figure picked up the parchment, the parchment soon crumbled into dust in his hands. He pulled out a sword from his robes, starting to wave it around with a small portal opening up in the sky. The cultists' faces were starting to fail around on the ground, however they were not in pain and in fact were in ecstasy. Their faces become concave with a couple of short tentacles coming out of the hole in their face. The cultists were changed from human into something more eldritch, their minds would be expanded to comprehend where they would be going. The entity soon opened another portal leading his followers to a gothic building. Similarly to a church however this was not a place of worship but a place of knowledge. 



Base Form: Long dark brown hair that reaches towards his shoulders, some strands of hair curling outwards away form the rest of his hair. Empty eye sockets where his  eyes use would be. A single golden eye with the horizontal pupil on his forehead. On his body are many tattoos of strange symbols, along with many scars all over his body. Sunken in cheekbones with a small mole on the upper right of his lip.


Wearing a long dark blue robe, gold and purple lining along the sides of the robes. Wearing a white cloth around his eyes to cover his empty sockets, wearing a stuffed goat head as a mask to help hide his face. He also wears leather sandals. 

True Form: A tall creature with pale skin, With elongated arms and hands and with three fingers with sharp claws. Long legs as well with hooves for feet. Wearing a long yellow robes that hides most of his body, A big white mask to hide his face form others. Wearing finally a yellow crown over his head with a red jewel in the middle and strange marking all over it.

Musical Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UT2AAfBPtoQ 

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(Still a work in progess)