[hider=Aveira, the Conqueror]
[center][h1][u][color=778899][b]Aveira[/b][/color][/u][/h1]

[h3][color=778899][b] Dimensional Conqueror - She Who Rules[/b][/color][/h3]

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[h2][color=778899][b]Aspect of Conquest [/b][/color][/h2][/center]

A vision of power and control that unifies all of reality under a single will and vision. Aveira approaches existence with a singular purpose - to bring the living to heel. It is the right and duty of those with ambition and power to seek out that vision. Conquest relates to the dominance of others and acquisition of what belongs to someone else. This may be accomplished peaceably or through violence - but is never anything but one-sided. The loser may find peace in subjugation, but it is not required.

Aveira desires total subjugation. The weak must serve the strong. Those that lack the heart or skill to defend themselves do not deserve what they have nor to decide for themselves. The conquest of territory, people and resources shall fuel the warmachine to conquer the next in line. Those that falter or fizzle out in their campaigns are easy targets for a real conqueror. The cycle can only end with unity through power.

Armies sieging cities. Raiders of the countryside. The rise of popular rulers intent on shows of force. These are the typical mortals fitting for Aveira's boons. Naturally, Aveira considers herself the ultimate authority.

With Conquest, Aveira bolsters community and patriotism to it's extremes, inspiring empire-building and expansion. She imparts the drive, knowledge and equipment required to fulfill a vision of unity through violence. She inspires fear and devotion in equal measure, and can inspire both subservience and power-hungry ambition. A simple command can enforce such stress on mortal minds that they submit - or die.


[center][h2][color=778899][b]Persona[/b][/color][/h2][/center]

Aveira typically acts with the stern professionalism expected of an experienced general. Her cold and straightforward demeanor can be both brutally condescending and humorless - she appears to be mainly focused on her distant goals. Aveira can be relatively personable and even helpful, particularly when to those she considers stronger or more authoritative than her.

She is more than willing to cooperate and lend her strength, though there is typically an ulterior motive with her actions. Likewise, she has no issue making an enemy out of someone she previously considered an ally. Like a lurking predator, she simply bides her time to strike.

Despite that veneer of professional stoicism, there is a temper to the flying warrior goddess. An unquenchable rage that bubbles and seethes beneath the surface, revealing itself in utter contempt for mortals and deities alike. It is possible she feels nothing but abject hatred för existence itself, if the moments where she breaks the masquerade are anything to go by. This single-minded disgust and distaste fuels her drive to forcibly take all others under her wings.


[center][h2][color=778899][b]Myth[/b][/color][/h2][/center]

In a war torn place, a sun battered land, a lone man rustled through old ruins in his lonesome. Nothing but sun, sand and old skeletons to keep him company as he searched dead lands and uncovered their history. Now this man, Rakat, a broken-toothed pauper with a mere bundle of bread and tools to his name, found himself in an old dining hall, stood before a forgotten tapestry in a house ravaged by time and war.

Rakat blew gently on the old cloth, scattering sand and dust in equal measure. When that wasn't enough, he lifted his sleeve to wipe away the thick layer of warm dust that remained. It revealed a small piece of the grand tapestry hung along the wall in this old ruin. A winged woman was depicted, with rays of both light and dark sewn in around her. Rakat cleaned more of the tapestry, and unveiled a scene in which the people bowed and prostrated themselves to the shining woman.

Another swipe of his sleeve uncovered an exchange - the winged woman on one side, the people on the other, and a peculiar silver bangle between them. This made him pause and glance back over the abandoned room. The sweeping sands made exploration hard, but among the skeletons scattered among small dunes and furniture he caught a glimmer of sunlight.

On a skeleton with a blade impaling it to the broken chair it was in, Rakat saw a silver bangle with an uncanny resemblance to the tapestry. He had missed it when doing his first sweep, though he did not know how; it was hard to take his eyes off of it. Rakat pried and pulled, and with enough strain he broke the bone free from the rest of the skeleton, letting him free this unassuming treasure. With particular fascination, he slid it over his own hand to try it out. It fit his arm perfectly. Like it was made for him.

Rakat drew a long breath as the sun beat down on his face from outside the ruined building. This middling looting seemed so trivial to him now. A waste of his time. He was destined for greatness. All he needed was to take it. Admiring the bangle on his wrist, Rakat grabbed the sword impaling the skeleton and pulled it free. He'd never used a blade before, but it felt natural and easy. Like it was meant to be. Rakat grinned his broken teeth with newfound confidence, and exited the ruin with fresh purpose. His old life was already covered by the veil of sand and heat, just like the last half of the tapestry.

[center][h2][color=778899][b]Musical Theme[/b][/color][/h2]
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