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[h2]Misri[/h2][b]Lord of Red, Lady of Savagery, Deliverer of Death, Devourer of Innocence, She of Fury, Daughter of Cruelty, Mother of Murder[/b][/center]
[u][b]Domain[/b][/u]
Violence
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Violence, the act of using force to hurt, kill, or destroy. Where death can be natural, calm - there is no calmness when there is murder and least of all is it done out of kindness when it is a violent one. Misri's power is steeped in the blood of the innocent on the hands of a crazed killer. It is her power that maddens those who lose themselves in war, become jealous over a lover's infidelity, the barbarity of those who would claim to be lords of war. She is no god of war, there is no tactic or cunning for her - merely the destruction of civility and diplomacy. Where two people share a valley, Misri comes and incites them to fight and destroy each other. Where a family hosts a banquet, she disturbs the peace. Where there is war, she consumes its honor. 

She is violence and blood flows in her wake. 
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Misri's form amongst the gods is oft described as a collation of blackened whisps with a deep, blood red glow emanating from within. Her features are feral, animalistic, and cruel that is most seen wracked with anger or a sadistic smile that would instill fear within the lesser races. When she moves, her form dissipates and apparates to where it is needed, only leaving a smoky trail from where her essences has flowed. The hues of her inner sources occasionally shine through the smoky whisps the circle her, only to be encapsulated once more by the the very darkness that makes up her source. Her claws are ever drenched in blood and it is seen that from her maw the blood of the innocents drips and stains the ground.
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[u][b]Description[/b][/u]
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Misri is animalistic, only ever indulging in her base urges of murder and inflicting cruel pain on others. Those around her can feel a deep anger and resentment coming from her in spades, mortals are often driven mad by murderlust - seeking to kill or destroy anything around them. When she speaks, a cacophony of screams of fear and anger are heard behind her and yet, she never yells on whispers in a raspy yet alluring voice that fills the minds of those she speaks to with a euphoric need to destroy. Mortals know that to hear her or be within her presence is to know endless hate and anger and what it means to truly desire the death of even those that they love.

She is a selfish and cruel god, only ever toying with those beneath her and driving those who serve or worship her to cruel, short ends either by her own madness or their own folly. Those who fear her know never to speak of her for to mention her is to invite her into your heart and only madness follows from there. Senseless madness is what she surrounds herself in and that is what she craves - merely wishing to see violence blanket the realm.
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[u][b]Musical Theme[/b][/u]
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