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Name: Helvana

Alias: Mother of Crows; Corvian Witch.

Gender: Female.

Domain (Portfolio): Darkness (Influence)

Domain (Portfolio) Description: Darkness, contrary to what is commonly believed, is not simple absence of light, but rather its opposite, much like the other side of a coin. Darkness in its purest state can take form and attain consistency, be it soft and malleable or hard. On its own, however, the forms it can take are limited and rely on other Domains to assume other forms. While light can be measured in intensity, pure darkness is measured in thickness and can only be dispersed by light of greater intensity.

There's no better way than to cause misfortune without being noticed than by influencing fate through curses and hexes, and thus Helvana makes this her main method of operations. She specializes in influences that bring strong and imediate effects since she won't afford to wait and see some villager lose half of his crops over the course of weeks, but she'll stick around to see him trip and break something. Alternatively, she can also influence the fate of others to bring them luck in order for them to pull through their ordeals.

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral.

Personality: Helvana is a trickster, pure and simple and enjoys causing trouble and watching as things develop. She's smug, sadistic, proud and impossible to break, even if she was about to die she'd still display a grin to the very end. Causing misfortune isn't all that she does, however, and if she were to meet someone in need, she wouldn't even think about harming them and would instead take pity on them, but she'll never admit to being a good person. She goes out of her way when she helps others, so if someone were to harm those she care for she'd be very personal about her revenge.

Helvana's also disrespectful, or indifferent, towards anyone and couldn't give a damn whether she's talking to a great hero or a god. The one thing she treats with care are her pet crows and doesn't associate with others due to that, but if she were to find someone or something that pikes her interest, then she'll also treat them with care.

She covers her body with garbs and a mask she fashioned after her cute pets as she thinks little of mortals and would only deign to show her face to one if they're worthy of her respect. She's indifferent to showing her face to other gods or demi-gods, though.

In truth, she feels devoid of a purpose and tries to fill that with entertainment and games. She doesn't know why she even takes pity on some people even if they're nothing but lowly creatures, but she feels oddly joyous about it.

Appearance: 

She also takes the form of a crow whenever she flies or when she spies of unsuspecting people. Although she knows it won't affect those with great power, she'll almost always be surrounded by her murder of crows, so unless they can tell which of the crows is Helvana, she already has an edge over them. She can still speak in this form.

Musical Theme:
youtube.com/watch?v=YezAykyFIZ0

youtube.com/watch?v=ikWGbtXIBr4 - if you actually manage to make her mad.

Description: Somewhat of a walking paradox, one wouldn't know if they should fear or admire Helvana. In one hand she could ruin someone's life in a heart beat, but on the other she could save someone just as fast. Consider yourself blessed if she cares for you, but if you anger the Corvian Witch, beware the black feathers.

Concealment Level: 1.
Detection Level: 1.
@Slime

*Keriss gets hexed with bad luck for killing loads on innocents. Doesn't do shit being a Demi-God of chance*

Slinks Grotfist

Slinks Grotfist the half-orc, casually stolled into the town of Ecros, having travelled by foot for most of the way. The hunter was tired and desired some form of rest, which would obviously be found in the local tavern. He made his way to the tavern, stroking his beard as he inspected each building he passed. With most of the structures being wood, he trusted them to some extent though he prefered sleep in the open air. However, he did not travel all this way for a tavern; it was for the glorious hunt that he wished to partake later. Slinks walked inot the tavern, looking around at the people before taking a seat in a secluded area of the tavern. His large stature made him stand out, his barbaric appearance furthering his oddness of the area. The half-orc set his weapons, his throwing spears and sword, beneath the table before leaning back, relaxing after days of walking.

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