"The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents" - H.P. Lovecraft
“No great mind has ever existed without a touch of madness.” ― Aristotle
Name:Vulamera
(Pronounce the "Vula" and "mera" almost like separate words, or a compound word. "Vula, mera"/"Vula-mera". If it rhymes, you're saying it right)
Alias: Transcendent Mother
The Scribe of Souls
Shadow of Revelation
Gender: Vulamera will be the first to comment on the uselessness of gender among gods- which are beings of pure energy by definition, and thus have no separate and defined male/female/other reproductive organs for which gender can be based on. Despite this, she tends towards femininity when she chooses to appear, as the male form seems too... confrontational, physical,
war-built. It just doesn't suit her purposes.
Domain (Portfolio): Mind (Intelligence/Perception)
Mind (Intelligence/Perception) Description:How does one explain a mind? Explain the complexity of living thought? It is perhaps the most orderly and the most savagely chaotic system in existence. It is mankind's knowledge, it is animal's instinct; it is a God's wisdom, it is a mortal's foolishness; it is passionate emotion, it is cold logic. That's the thing about minds: potential is unbound. They are the ultimate organic information-processors. Nothing found in nature can contain, solve, or act on mass amounts of foreign information faster than the brain. The only true limit is the evolution of their wielders.
Claiming this power as her own, Vulamera transcends to a level beyond mundane comprehension. If gods are to humans what humans are to animals, than she is such to the other gods... at least in terms of sheer intellect. In the physical or spiritual realms, the Transcendent Mother falls far from dominate, preferring instead to submissively guide those stronger than herself onto the correct path, should they will her advice. If not, she will retreat to her private plane of reality, where she can coldly watch their inevitable, foolish downfall.
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Speaking of intelligence, it gets along famously with her domain. You see, just as her marvelous mind allows Vulamera to absorb mountains of data, her intelligence and perception links this data together, making her the only lifeform capable of truly comprehending this universe. She can make a few observations here, take a few notes there, and ingeniously correlate all together into an advanced, accurate theory. Most of the time, that is: she does not claim omniscience, as a less humble one might in her position, but she will certainly accuse those who dare challenge her assertions as sorely mistaken.
Her journey into knowledge is far from complete, however. Even from the moment she was born into this world, Vulamera could feel something
else lingering just outside her mental understanding. Some unheard of, undiscovered, ground-breaking truth that constantly alludes her, teases her, taunts her. It feels like she is standing outside a locked door, with the key dangling from a string just outside her reach: try as she might, she cannot unlock this door. It may be a single unifying equation to explain the entirety of reality, or one holy theory that puts to rest all uncertainties as to the nature of this world. No matter what this find is, she always seems to be one step away from discovering it, but never any closer.
Alignment: She holds herself to
Lawful Neutral not because of any childishly preconceived notion of morality or order, but simply because this is the "alignment" least likely to damage the universe, or shift it away from it's current state. Vulamera desires this world to remain in its present form so that she may study and learn from it. If chaos rules, all the world will be in such constant change as to make pointless the study of any element
except chaos- as it would set itself up to be life's only constant.
On the other hand, Vulamera would argue that 3x3 alignment "systems" are far too vague to really capture the essence of ethics and morality. Given proper motivation, she will likely devise a more complex system of measuring general behavior, which she will teach to the other Divines. Whether they want to hear it or not is of no consequence - education holds dominance over desire.
Personality: The Scholar. The Web-Weaver. The Scribe. The Cold and the Calculating. The Sage. The Counselor. The Thinker. These words are Vulamera's essence: the hold her together.
She is cold and collected, normally unbiased by her personal feelings but known for fits of rage when confronted with the uncaring nature of other Gods. She sees those divinites like children who play with their toys only to toss them away when they grow bored, build their sandcastles only to have them crumbled by greater forces. Afterall, what do any of the Gods truly know of the universe? All, including Vulamera, were cast into this world without so much as a single explanation, beyond the cryptic words of fate or the unanswered stare of Amul'Sharar. Do her siblings not care? Do they think that, because they are Gods, the inexplicable nature of their predicament does not matter? The fools! They know nothing of the world beyond this universe, nothing, and yet they would rather sit and play with civilizations or petty power struggles than attempt to find out
why and how they exist! They cannot simply exist because they are gods, to think such is a logical fallacy.
Any who will aid her on a mission of understanding has her utmost respect as an equal- even the mortal child races, who some are idiotically prone to underestimating. However, those who seek simply to upset the balance of this world with no care for consequences, the Vestecs and Zephyrions of the universe, are forever beneath her. She does not even hate them: they are not worth despising. They do not deserve even malice.
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Vulamera would have you believe that she is a curious scientist, a researcher of the universe who desires only peace in which she may study alone. And while this projected image of herself has- as do all her words- a modicum of truth in it, reality is always more complicated. In fact, everything about Vulamera is complicated: there is nothing simple with her, she operates like a computer.
What the Transcendent Mother will never admit is that she's slowly losing her mentality to an obsession reaching far beyond scientific curiosity. From the moment she came into this world, when all was empty and not even darkness had been made, she was filled with a desire for knowledge that is as deep as it insatiable. She doesn't just desire to gain information, she
needs to. She needs to because she can't shake the idea that an infinitely important discovery- one that could perhaps tell her the answers to all the many questions this universe poses- lies just outside her field of vision, taunting her like a toy held from of an infant's reach. Gradually, the idea of reaching this unknown discovery that may not even exist is consuming her. Vulamera has always been an introvert, but with every passing second she dwells on this goal she is becoming more internal and emotional, practically autistic, in her reasoning.
And it's slowly driving her to insanity.
Appearance:Vulamera is thought, and thought has no shape.
In the Void before time, when the Gods were first birthed into existence by Fate and Amul'Sharar, Vulamera was no more than a formless mass of consciousness. She had no tangible shape, no image: if another God had looked in her direction, they would have seen nothing in her place. Perhaps their divinity would have led them to realize the presence of their sister goddess, but they could not have pinned down a view of her. She was composed entirely of
pure mental energy.
That is the Shadow of Revelations most natural body, if one can bring themselves to label it a "body" at all. Most often Vulamera remains within her true embodiment, living completely outside this psychical plane and becoming real only on a mental level. Practically, this means that arriving in her truest form does no damage to anything except the malleable minds of humans and the like. On the other hand, while any deity could drive a mortal mind to insanity, her arrival is so mentally powerful as to utterly destroy the minds... their brains simply cease to function all together.
Of course, like all respectable deities, she will inevitably decide several favored forms for herself, but this will have to be explored in time.
Musical Theme: It's simple and cliche, but I couldn't think of any song that "felt" more like my Vulamera than this one:
Green City - LonelyDescription:The Sanctum:Vulamera is the aloof scholar. She gazes disdainfully about her at the other Gods or their churlish creations, and feels as though she's the single bastion of civilization in a growling, snarling, spitting pack of savages. She needs an escape. A silent place of the mind, where only the very wise or the very strange may gain the Transcendent Mother's permission to enter.
Therefore, she will create a private plane of reality titled The Sanctum of Memories. The Sanctum will be buried away in a "space-time fold". This oasis is untouched by the ravages of time, invincible to destruction from the harsh exterior world, and a home to Vulamera's closest followers.
Levitating within her plane are orbs of sea-foam green or sapphire, each one molded from a semi-solid, fleshy material reminiscent of skin or fat. These orbs vary widely in size, but the unifying factor is that they are always perfectly and flawlessly spherical. Most repulsive, however, are the string of gooey flesh connecting each orb to many others, above or below or beside them. Taking a first glance at Vulamera's realm, one could say it looks like a massive, infinitely complex spider's web.
Of course, as with all things the Transcendent Mother crafts, these strange machinations serve a clear purpose: the Web functions like a brain. The orbs receive and decipher information, while the strings of flesh carry precious data between them. Thus, Vulamera can store almost infinite memories within the Sanctum's Web. And she does so: because of the Web's unique ability to carry thoughts, Vulamera stores all of her knowledge within them. Everything she has learned, every idea she's had, every observation she's made... it all goes into the Sanctum for eternal remembrance. In a way, this Web contains all the kind of a Goddess.
But that's not the end of it. While the largest flesh-orbs may have the privilege of hosting Vulamera's thoughts, their smaller cousins take in mortal memories. With every mortal that dies, one of many spirits created by Vulamera will come to steal the last dying spark from his mind, collecting all his memories and bringing them to the Sanctum for research and records. Such is why Vulamera is named the "Scribe of Souls", because while she does not truly take their spirits (she does not meddle in what is clearly the domain of others), their cataloged thoughts and memories will forever be studied in her realm.
((Naturally, I won't be starting the RP with any of this, but all of it will be added as the RP progresses))
Vulamera's interactions with mortals:It is a rare thing for Gods to allow their followers a guaranteed, constant way of summoning them. Divines are not pets, to come at the beck-and-call of childish mortals. Nonetheless, Vulamera may teach the inner-ring of her inner-ring of followers a sacred ritual that, if they are worthy, may call her attention. If they're judged to be worth the effort, she might even appear for them.
In these uncommon interactions with mortals, Vulamera's very presence casts an aura of genius, carrying with it revelations and sudden waves of brilliance to those who come to bask in it. A doctor attempting to treat an insurmountable illness may suddenly realize the cure, as if it had always been right in front of them. A philosopher may be granted a small speck of the Goddess's own wisdom, to aid them in their undying pursuit of life's many unanswered questions.
This is the true appeal of worshiping the Transcendent Mother. While other Gods shower their followers in material excess or empty power, Vulamera grants the ultimate need: understanding.
Concealment Level: 1
Detection Level: 1
