The thud of my heart? Nyrae thought. Faint, rhythmic beats, slowly regaining strength, thudding louder. That’s all she could hear, all she could focus on. Still, she felt so weak, as if she had risen from the dead, she supposed a roil was very much that.
Nyrae awoke at the window sill of her chamber in Elanarea, it was here she had spent the final moments of the previous world, had she not? A roil always made her memories hazy, she struggled to separate what had happened in what world…
Her cheeks were wet with tears, and she brushed at them gently, not wanting to know why she had been crying. Pain was certain with a heart like hers, one that would love till it disintegrated like a meteor in the cosmos. And how could she help it? Nyrae thought, the mortals were her children, and yet they were destined to be torn away from her and those they loved.
It was all too much sometimes, yet she reappeared and reappeared, and for what? But then she would remember, as she looked out at her vast world, her Elanarea, the glittering expanse of the ocean, the interlocked hands of lovers young and old, the miracle of life, love and beauty. It was this she had worked for, she remembered, cried for, fought for, in her own realm and in the mortal realm — but how hard of a task it was with the mortals! Nyrae had learnt this over the eons, painfully, that where love exists hatred does too. An inseparable pairing, the only pairing she would dare destroy.
Another thud and Nyrae realised she had been clutching her core against her chest, the blood-soaked orb pulsing thick ribbons of her blood as it coiled around her grasp. Slowly, gently, she inhaled, feeling the sphere vanish into her chest and seal itself inside. THUD. It felt as though her blood had been ignited like a trail of oil, the burning sensation tearing through Nyrae’s body, leaving her gasping, yearning… She suddenly became terribly aware of her own naked body, the sensation of the slight breeze through the open window feeling like a million kisses along her perfect form. Her heart beat like it had dissolved into a flurry of butterflies and she began to rise and rise, up onto the window sill, like a bird about to take flight, surging, surging, all the hearts in realms mortal and immortal adding to the bonfire of her insatiable soul, she could not think, could not resist, she took a step —
And fell into the heavy trappings of a fabric glowing with a sacred power. The elaborate material, as if possessing a will of its own, fastened and tightened and cinched upon Nyrae’s body. And finally, her mask fell into place, and she could breathe, could be controlled. Reason began to return to Nyrae’s mind as she smoothed down her dress, but her heart continued to beat as strong as ever. In the name of love, she thought, I will not fail this world.
▬ ♔ ▬
In a storm of blood red butterflies Nyrae materialised at the site of the other gods. For a reason she couldn’t quite explain, the goddess of love felt a deep gratitude in seeing the others again (even that grumpy tree man who had droned on about having a familial relation to her, of which she would never confirm or care to). Though it appeared Sandrimor hadn’t yet arrived? And who was that skeletal thing lurking among them, she wondered, something about him made her grimace slightly behind her mask. Oh what luck, she thought, arriving just in time to hear another one of Ualla’s ramblings, except this time it sounded like something vaguely important — Sandrimor had faded.
The thought made her shudder, not because Sandrimor was particularly spectacular (though she had adored his eyes), but because this meant war among the immortals. She would have to take a side, already she could see the rifts that would split open among them, and the devastating effects upon the mortal realm.
No one could witness the deep concern upon Nyrae’s face, thankfully so, but she could not bring herself to speak, so she remained silent there, gloved hands neatly clasped in her lap.
Overmother - Aspect of Love - The Beautiful - Celestial Matriarch
Witness her.
Gender Female.
Major Domains Love and Beauty.
Minor Domains Lust. Seduction. Compassion. Desire. Marriage. Childbirth. Youth.
Opposing Domains Apathy. Horror. Decay.
Appearance Such is the intensity of Nyrae's beauty that even a glimpse of what lies beneath her mask and her elaborate dress is enough to send civilisations mad with love and desire. For the benefit of both mortal and immortal realms she locks away her beauty with these sacred garments, which also have the effect of suppressing her boundless desire. No one who has witnessed the face of Nyrae has lived with enough sense to tell the tale. Since knowing the destructive power of her beauty, Nyrae for eons has vowed to never needlessly reveal her face again, barring times where she must use the totality of her power to preserve love and compassion within this world.
Core - Nyrae's Heart Nyrae's core takes the form of a blood-soaked orb that bleeds upon being handled, the crimson strands gently snaking around whomever touches it. If one held it to their ear, they would be able to hear the melodic beat of Nyrae's heart, immortalised within the sphere.
Personality Nyrae possesses the fierceness of a mother's love and the grace of a woman humble about her unfathomable beauty. She will go to no end to preserve love within every realm of existence, and will not shy away from challenging those who threaten to destroy this sacred value. With her greatest interest being the nurturing of love in all its forms, Nyrae's empathy can leave her vulnerable to those with more insidious motives, but an ever-faithful companion to those she can trust.
As the aspect of love, Nyrae is eternally tormented by a desire to fulfil her own romantic urges and passions, however, allowing herself to submit to these desires would assure the hysterical madness of all creatures capable of love and the subsequent destruction of this world. As such it is her sacrifice to repress her powers to a level where she can preserve, rather than tarnish, and seeks instead to satisfy herself voyeuristically through the loving experiences of her people. She is there as a mother sees her newborn baby for the first time, birthed from blood, sweat and muffled breaths. She is there as young lovers consummate their desire of for another in a tangle of warmth and primal yearning, losing themselves in the perfect unity of love. She is there as a wife looks at her husband trimming the hair of their son, and is so overwhelmed by the years that have gone by and how their love has never faded that she cries, unable to comprehend why the snip of those scissors and the hiccups of laughter from their son affects her so.
The paradox of Nyrae lies in her being the boundless embodiment of love and being simultaneously unable to fall in love for the consequences that would threaten to annihilate realms both mortal and immortal. A prisoner of her own desire, Nyrae's mask serves as a symbol for a love and beauty that is just too much for the comprehension of this world.
Tragedy for Nyrae are souls that drifts from this world into the afterlife without experiencing the miracle of love. It feels as though a sword pierces her own heart, she cannot help but feel the despair, loneliness and isolation of that soul. So it is her eternal quest to bring an end to such horror, for as the Overmother, all who walk upon this earth are her children, and she will do anything to ensure their souls take flight over this vast, cruel world.
Relationships Will be updated as the RP progresses.
Nyrae admires the God-Emperor's passion for humanity and by nature she has always adored humans -- highly emotional, sensual beings that afford themselves the pleasures of life. Legio's disinterest in other races concerns Nyrae, for as the Overmother she will embrace all who walk upon the earth, however she believes in Legio's nature as a man of ferocious honour, not that of an apathetic dictator.
Time has made Nyrae fond of Odjuren, and she thinks of him as an old friend, though she is unsure if Odjuren himself would confirm that. She finds it difficult to decipher what he thinks of her, though she enjoys his good sense and value of balance and peace. Despite being the goddess of love and beauty, there are few immortals that Nyrae enjoys the company of, and Odjuren is one of them. She sees him as a respectable soul driven by order and dignity, however his distance from others often makes her wonder how highly he values love in the world. Nyrae also wishes Odjuren would have more faith in his poetry.
Nyrae views Ut as a mother would a mischievous child. She believes he is too generous with his power, and as a new god should be more careful with his influence over these realms. Nyrae does not mind the presence of magic within the world, as long as it nurtures love and beauty and does not destroy it.
The pesky fox-cub unnerves Nyrae. She believes strongly that some things should never be blessed with wings. Despite this, her heart softens in his presence, and she is tormented with a desire to wrap the adorable creature in her arms and cradle him against-- Oh but how that pesky creature unnerves her...
[Wip].
Allegiances As an older goddess that has witnessed roil after roil, the fading of Sandrimor concerns Nyrae. Though she felt he lacked passion, Nyrae considered Sandrimor to be a god she could trust with her vision, and could pacify those who disrespected it. With the throne now open to any old god who could claim it, Nyrae has a grave concern for the future of this world, and she prays (to herself) that she will be able to find other gods who share her insatiable passion for love and its place within this realm for the eons to come. With the throne unseated and the potential for a war among immortals imminent, Nyrae will pacify all who disrespect her domain, even if it requires the celestial matriarch to take the throne herself.
Domain
Elanarea is Nyrae's perfect world, carefully constructed over eons by Nyrae's most devout worshippers living and dead. For all the beauty Nyrae must conceal in other realms, here, it reigns free, in every inch of her tender creations. Love too is liberated here, and a satisfaction of the most intense romantic and erotic desires awaits all who enter. It is the physical, architectural manifestation of love, sex and beauty. Such a place is not welcome to all however, and it is known that the world of Elanarea makes one confront the deepest truths of their core, testing whether one can purge the hatred that burdens them in the name of love, or be consumed by it.
Peoples The Overmother is called upon by all who pray for love. Mothers seek her guidance on how to preserve love within their children and quell the flames of hatred that bid their destruction. Priests bless marriages in the name of Nyrae, suitors pray to her for requited love from those they desire. And all who desire beauty hope that even a cell of Nyrae's perfect being could fall from the heavens and grace their existence. It is also said that those who are dying alone have prayed to Nyrae for the feeling that they have been loved, and the goddess has been known to grace these doomed souls with a glimpse of her divine face -- cleansing every ounce of their isolation and allowing them to drift peacefully into the hands of death.
Avatar
In order to pacify her own unbounded sensual urges, Nyrae sealed a portion of these desires within her vessel, Vyla, and breathed her into existence. Although the succubus is a chaotic avatar which Nyrae can barely keep control over, she ultimately performs Nyrae's will. The succubus is a manifestation of the sexual demons which have tormented Nyrae for eons, baiting her into plunging the world into hedonistic ruin. Although Vyla takes the form of a human, her physical abilities far exceed. A master in the art of seduction and deception, Vyla uses her charm to get close to foes, before eliminating them with the Heartseeker -- of course, only if it is Nyrae's will -- What a drag... her 'will' is something that never fails to make Vyla's eyes roll. With the chance for a war among gods to ensue in the near future, Vyla has never been more excited to serve the Overmother's will... and satisfy her own.
Anathema
Once the Heartseeker is hilted within the target's body, an overwhelming surge of Nyrae's passion envelops the target, enslaving them to her will. If the blade is removed, the target is killed.
Misc
Interesting Tidbits - The celestial matriarch is terrified of moths and will avoid them at all costs. - Takes tea over coffee. - Enjoys trimming rosebushes
Poems
A cursed love in this blood, Too much have I bled And watched it congeal into pain. My children slain and thrown into my arms
To take them to death, to tell them they did okay. Never will they feel the brush of the breast against their red cheeks, The touch of a mother’s lips against their little feet. Oh to love so much that it hurts, To love with a heart wrapped in thorns.
Every beat an echo of another loss, Just as well they do not see their mother’s face, Too much to bear, this withering Of every life I embrace.
Overmother - Aspect of Love - The Beautiful - Celestial Matriarch
Witness her.
Gender Female.
Major Domains Love and Beauty.
Minor Domains Lust. Seduction. Compassion. Desire. Marriage. Childbirth. Youth.
Opposing Domains Apathy. Horror. Decay.
Appearance Such is the intensity of Nyrae's beauty that even a glimpse of what lies beneath her mask and her elaborate dress is enough to send civilisations mad with love and desire. For the benefit of both mortal and immortal realms she locks away her beauty with these sacred garments, which also have the effect of suppressing her boundless desire. No one who has witnessed the face of Nyrae has lived with enough sense to tell the tale. Since knowing the destructive power of her beauty, Nyrae for eons has vowed to never needlessly reveal her face again, barring times where she must use the totality of her power to preserve love and compassion within this world.
Core - Nyrae's Heart Nyrae's core takes the form of a blood-soaked orb that bleeds upon being handled, the crimson strands gently snaking around whomever touches it. If one held it to their ear, they would be able to hear the melodic beat of Nyrae's heart, immortalised within the sphere.
Personality Nyrae possesses the fierceness of a mother's love and the grace of a woman humble about her unfathomable beauty. She will go to no end to preserve love within every realm of existence, and will not shy away from challenging those who threaten to destroy this sacred value. With her greatest interest being the nurturing of love in all its forms, Nyrae's empathy can leave her vulnerable to those with more insidious motives, but an ever-faithful companion to those she can trust.
As the aspect of love, Nyrae is eternally tormented by a desire to fulfil her own romantic urges and passions, however, allowing herself to submit to these desires would assure the hysterical madness of all creatures capable of love and the subsequent destruction of this world. As such it is her sacrifice to repress her powers to a level where she can preserve, rather than tarnish, and seeks instead to satisfy herself voyeuristically through the loving experiences of her people. She is there as a mother sees her newborn baby for the first time, birthed from blood, sweat and muffled breaths. She is there as young lovers consummate their desire of for another in a tangle of warmth and primal yearning, losing themselves in the perfect unity of love. She is there as a wife looks at her husband trimming the hair of their son, and is so overwhelmed by the years that have gone by and how their love has never faded that she cries, unable to comprehend why the snip of those scissors and the hiccups of laughter from their son affects her so.
The paradox of Nyrae lies in her being the boundless embodiment of love and being simultaneously unable to fall in love for the consequences that would threaten to annihilate realms both mortal and immortal. A prisoner of her own desire, Nyrae's mask serves as a symbol for a love and beauty that is just too much for the comprehension of this world.
Tragedy for Nyrae are souls that drifts from this world into the afterlife without experiencing the miracle of love. It feels as though a sword pierces her own heart, she cannot help but feel the despair, loneliness and isolation of that soul. So it is her eternal quest to bring an end to such horror, for as the Overmother, all who walk upon this earth are her children, and she will do anything to ensure their souls take flight over this vast, cruel world.
Relationships Will be updated as the RP progresses.
Nyrae admires the God-Emperor's passion for humanity and by nature she has always adored humans -- highly emotional, sensual beings that afford themselves the pleasures of life. Legio's disinterest in other races concerns Nyrae, for as the Overmother she will embrace all who walk upon the earth, however she believes in Legio's nature as a man of ferocious honour, not that of an apathetic dictator.
Time has made Nyrae fond of Odjuren, and she thinks of him as an old friend, though she is unsure if Odjuren himself would confirm that. She finds it difficult to decipher what he thinks of her, though she enjoys his good sense and value of balance and peace. Despite being the goddess of love and beauty, there are few immortals that Nyrae enjoys the company of, and Odjuren is one of them. She sees him as a respectable soul driven by order and dignity, however his distance from others often makes her wonder how highly he values love in the world. Nyrae also wishes Odjuren would have more faith in his poetry.
Nyrae views Ut as a mother would a mischievous child. She believes he is too generous with his power, and as a new god should be more careful with his influence over these realms. Nyrae does not mind the presence of magic within the world, as long as it nurtures love and beauty and does not destroy it.
The pesky fox-cub unnerves Nyrae. She believes strongly that some things should never be blessed with wings. Despite this, her heart softens in his presence, and she is tormented with a desire to wrap the adorable creature in her arms and cradle him against-- Oh but how that pesky creature unnerves her...
[Wip].
Allegiances As an older goddess that has witnessed roil after roil, the fading of Sandrimor concerns Nyrae. Though she felt he lacked passion, Nyrae considered Sandrimor to be a god she could trust with her vision, and could pacify those who disrespected it. With the throne now open to any old god who could claim it, Nyrae has a grave concern for the future of this world, and she prays (to herself) that she will be able to find other gods who share her insatiable passion for love and its place within this realm for the eons to come. With the throne unseated and the potential for a war among immortals imminent, Nyrae will pacify all who disrespect her domain, even if it requires the celestial matriarch to take the throne herself.
Domain
Elanarea is Nyrae's perfect world, carefully constructed over eons by Nyrae's most devout worshippers living and dead. For all the beauty Nyrae must conceal in other realms, here, it reigns free, in every inch of her tender creations. Love too is liberated here, and a satisfaction of the most intense romantic and erotic desires awaits all who enter. It is the physical, architectural manifestation of love, sex and beauty. Such a place is not welcome to all however, and it is known that the world of Elanarea makes one confront the deepest truths of their core, testing whether one can purge the hatred that burdens them in the name of love, or be consumed by it.
Peoples The Overmother is called upon by all who pray for love. Mothers seek her guidance on how to preserve love within their children and quell the flames of hatred that bid their destruction. Priests bless marriages in the name of Nyrae, suitors pray to her for requited love from those they desire. And all who desire beauty hope that even a cell of Nyrae's perfect being could fall from the heavens and grace their existence. It is also said that those who are dying alone have prayed to Nyrae for the feeling that they have been loved, and the goddess has been known to grace these doomed souls with a glimpse of her divine face -- cleansing every ounce of their isolation and allowing them to drift peacefully into the hands of death.
Avatar
In order to pacify her own unbounded sensual urges, Nyrae sealed a portion of these desires within her vessel, Vyla, and breathed her into existence. Although the succubus is a chaotic avatar which Nyrae can barely keep control over, she ultimately performs Nyrae's will. The succubus is a manifestation of the sexual demons which have tormented Nyrae for eons, baiting her into plunging the world into hedonistic ruin. Although Vyla takes the form of a human, her physical abilities far exceed. A master in the art of seduction and deception, Vyla uses her charm to get close to foes, before eliminating them with the Heartseeker -- of course, only if it is Nyrae's will -- What a drag... her 'will' is something that never fails to make Vyla's eyes roll. With the chance for a war among gods to ensue in the near future, Vyla has never been more excited to serve the Overmother's will... and satisfy her own.
Anathema
Once the Heartseeker is hilted within the target's body, an overwhelming surge of Nyrae's passion envelops the target, enslaving them to her will. If the blade is removed, the target is killed.
Misc
Interesting Tidbits - The celestial matriarch is terrified of moths and will avoid them at all costs. - Takes tea over coffee. - Enjoys trimming rosebushes
Poems
A cursed love in this blood, Too much have I bled And watched it congeal into pain. My children slain and thrown into my arms
To take them to death, to tell them they did okay. Never will they feel the brush of the breast against their red cheeks, The touch of a mother’s lips against their little feet. Oh to love so much that it hurts, To love with a heart wrapped in thorns.
Every beat an echo of another loss, Just as well they do not see their mother’s face, Too much to bear, this withering Of every life I embrace.
Overmother - Aspect of Love - The Beautiful - Celestial Matriarch
Witness her.
Gender Female.
Major Domains Love and Beauty.
Minor Domains Lust. Seduction. Compassion. Desire. Marriage. Childbirth. Youth.
Opposing Domains Apathy. Hatred. Horror. Decay.
Appearance Such is the intensity of Nyrae's beauty that even a glimpse of what lies beneath her mask and her elaborate dress is enough to send civilisations mad with love and desire. For the benefit of both mortal and immortal realms she locks away her beauty with these sacred garments, which also have the effect of suppressing her boundless desire. No one who has witnessed the face of Nyrae has lived with enough sense to tell the tale. Since knowing the destructive power of her beauty, Nyrae for eons has vowed to never needlessly reveal her face again, barring times where she must use the totality of her power to preserve love and compassion within this world.
Core - Nyrae's Heart Nyrae's core takes the form of a blood-soaked orb that bleeds upon being handled, the crimson strands gently snaking around whomever touches it. If one held it to their ear, they would be able to hear the melodic beat of Nyrae's heart, immortalised within the sphere.
Personality Nyrae possesses the fierceness of a mother's love and the grace of a woman humble about her unfathomable beauty. She will go to no end to preserve love within every realm of existence, and will not shy away from challenging those who threaten to destroy this sacred value. With her greatest interest being the nurturing of love in all its forms, Nyrae's empathy can leave her vulnerable to those with more insidious motives, but an ever-faithful companion to those she can trust.
As the aspect of love, Nyrae is eternally tormented by a desire to fulfil her own romantic urges and passions, however, allowing herself to submit to these desires would assure the hysterical madness of all creatures capable of love and the subsequent destruction of this world. As such it is her sacrifice to repress her powers to a level where she can preserve, rather than tarnish, and seeks instead to satisfy herself voyeuristically through the loving experiences of her people. She is there as a mother sees her newborn baby for the first time, birthed from blood, sweat and muffled breaths. She is there as young lovers consummate their desire of one another for the first time, losing themselves in the perfect unity of love. She is there as a wife looks at her husband cutting the hair of their son, and is so overwhelmed by the years that have gone by and how their love has never faded that she cries, unable to comprehend why the snip of those scissors and the hiccups of laughter from their son affects her so.
Tragedy for Nyrae is a soul that drifts from this world into the afterlife before experiencing the miracle of love. It feels as though a sword pierces her own heart, she cannot help but feel the despair, loneliness and isolation of that soul. So it is her eternal quest to bring an end to such horror, for as the Overmother, all who walk upon this earth are her children, and she will do anything to ensure their souls take flight over this vast, cruel world.
Relationships Will be updated as the RP progresses.
Nyrae admires the God-Emperor's passion for humanity and by nature she has always adored humans -- highly emotional, sensual beings that afford themselves the pleasures of life. Legio's disinterest in other races concerns Nyrae, for as the Overmother she will embrace all who walk upon the earth, however she believes in Legio's nature as a man of ferocious honour, not that of an apathetic dictator.
Time has made Nyrae fond of Odjuren, and she thinks of him as an old friend, though she is unsure if Odjuren himself would confirm that. She finds it difficult to decipher what he thinks of her, though she enjoys his good sense and value of balance and peace. Despite being the goddess of love and beauty, there are few immortals that Nyrae enjoys the company of, and Odjuren is one of them. She sees him as a respectable soul driven by order and dignity, however his distance from others often makes her wonder how highly he values love in the world. Nyrae also wishes Odjuren would have more faith in his poetry.
Nyrae views Ut as a mother would a mischievous child. She believes he is too generous with his power, and as a new god should be more careful with his influence over these realms. Nyrae does not mind the presence of magic within the world, as long as it nurtures love and beauty and does not destroy it.
The pesky fox-cub unnerves Nyrae. She believes strongly that some things should never be blessed with wings. Despite this, her heart softens in his presence, and she is tormented with a desire to wrap the adorable creature in her arms and cradle him against-- Oh but how that pesky creature unnerves her...
Allegiances As an older goddess that has witnessed roil after roil, the fading of Sandrimor concerns Nyrae. Though she felt he lacked passion, Nyrae considered Sandrimor to be a god she could trust with her vision, and could pacify those who disrespected it. With the throne now open to any old god who could claim it, Nyrae has a grave concern for the future of this world, and she prays (to herself) that she will be able to find other gods who share her insatiable passion for love and its place within this realm for the eons to come. With the throne unseated and the potential for a war among immortals imminent, Nyrae will pacify all who disrespect her domain, even if it requires the celestial matriarch to take the throne herself.
Elanarea is Nyrae's perfect world, carefully constructed over eons by Nyrae's most devout worshippers living and dead. For all the beauty Nyrae must conceal in other realms, here, it reigns free, in every inch of her tender creations. Love too is liberated here, and a satisfaction of the most intense romantic and erotic desires awaits all who enter. It is the physical, architectural manifestation of love, sex and beauty. Such a place is not welcome to all however, and it is known that the world of Elanarea makes one confront the deepest truths of their core, testing whether one can purge the hatred that burdens them in the name of love, or be consumed by it.
Peoples The Overmother is called upon by all who pray for love. Mothers seek her guidance on how to preserve love within their children and quell the flames of hatred that bid their destruction. Priests bless marriages in the name of Nyrae, suitors pray to her for requited love from those they desire. And all who desire beauty hope that even a cell of Nyrae's perfect being could fall from the heavens and grace their existence. It is also said that those who are dying alone have prayed to Nyrae for the feeling that they have been loved, and the goddess has been known to grace these doomed souls with a glimpse of her divine face -- cleansing every ounce of their isolation and allowing them to drift peacefully into the hands of death.
Avatar and Anathema
Misc The celestial matriarch is terrified of moths and will avoid them at all costs.
