Your name: Lally, of course
Character's Name: Jaguar Goddess
Age: born at the creation of time, usually appears to be 20
Race: Goddess, appears to be full-blooded raka
Social Standing: One of the many gods in the Divine Realms, sometimes consort of Kyprioth (and sister). Is presently chained beneath the Earth
Profession: Goddess, sometimes consort of Kyprioth
Place of Residence: Usually lives in the Divine Realms, but with the luarin conquest was chained beneath the Earth.
Magic: As a Goddess, what she is capable with her magic is limited. Her strength in the Divine Realms rests on the faith of her followers, while her meddling in the mortal realms need a vessel of sorts.
Family: One of the many children of Mother Flame and Father Universe*, sister to every god in Divine Realms, sometimes consort of Kyprioth
Physical description: The Jaguar Goddess is tall and lithe, and moves with a deadly grace like her namesake. Her hair is waist length, wavy, and dark brown. Her eyes are green-gold, and slitted like a cats. Her mouth is full and expressive. She customarily wears a long, green loincloth decorated with gold, with a matching bandeau top. Her whole body is adorned in gold jewelry, so her walking is accompanied by the clink of quality jewelry. The most astonishing aspect of her appearance is the mask covering her head. Styled like a jaguars face, it has a long nose cover, but leaves the rest of her face bare. At the height of her power she had a jaguar's rosettes covering her body, but they vanished with the rapid descent of her power.
Personality: The Jaguar Goddess has never been a harbinger of peace. She is a warlike entity, which did result in some of the raka queens problems. She is fearless, resulting from her immortality. Her morals do not exist. She views the mortal realms as her plaything. Although she will sometimes work to the better of the Copper Isles. She is deadly intelligent, and in her long imprisonment has been formulating a plot for her ascent to power.
Kyprioth, who was her sometimes consort, regained his full powers over the Copper Isles, but instead of bringing her with him, he has left her to languish in her chains. She has been nursing a bitter anger towards the gods that chained her below, and Kyprioth ignoring their long relationship, has added more fuel to the fire, and her lust for vengeance is high.
History: The Jaguar Goddess was the consort of Kyprioth, during the Copper Isles eventful early days. She sowed destruction and conflict wherever her cat eyes landed on. She was a fickle goddess, changing her support from one raka queen to the next, depending on her mood. She supported women warriors, and is said to have fought along with them on the raka's last stand, on the Plain of Sorrows. But Mithros and the Mother Goddess with their luarin supporters conquered the islands and not trusting her complacency, chained her beneath the earth.
Role Play Sample: She shifted, listening to her chains clatter along the barren rock she lay on. Her once fine clothes hung in tatters, dirtied by her restless shifting on the dirty rock floor. Her jewelry was dull, and deformed, the soft gold had shifted when in rage she had pounded the floor. Her hair was tangled, her skin dusty, and her pride, her wonderful Jaguar Mask, was dented. Overall she was miserable. She had felt the Earth tremor, once, a while ago. She knew that her brother, Kyprioth was bringing her raka queens back. She would be free. Ruling her people, avenging her wrongs. But then Kyprioth hadn't come; he left her down there. Forgetting their old alliance. Those thoughts always built up her rage, till she screamed, an endless scream composed of rage, hate, and the desire to be free.
She lay there, still, her eyes bare slits, all focused on her hand. Though there was no light in her abject prison, she did have cat eyes, and she saw something on her hand, something that made her heart tremble. On her hand was a faint rosette. If she shifted it would disappear. But it was a symbol. It meant up in the world above, some people still remembered Kyprioth's consort, they believed and their faith was restoring powers long gone. At this rate, she would never break loose, so plots long left undone were going to be acted on. Slowly and tenderly, she extended the barest thread of power, snaking it up, into the world above. Her tendril of power, she laid it, gently, tender as a mother's touch, upon the first mortal she found. Not a perfect candidate, but all she could do was whisper into her chosen one's ears.
*Or was it Father Flame and Mother Universe? I think it might be this one.
Character's Name: Jaguar Goddess
Age: born at the creation of time, usually appears to be 20
Race: Goddess, appears to be full-blooded raka
Social Standing: One of the many gods in the Divine Realms, sometimes consort of Kyprioth (and sister). Is presently chained beneath the Earth
Profession: Goddess, sometimes consort of Kyprioth
Place of Residence: Usually lives in the Divine Realms, but with the luarin conquest was chained beneath the Earth.
Magic: As a Goddess, what she is capable with her magic is limited. Her strength in the Divine Realms rests on the faith of her followers, while her meddling in the mortal realms need a vessel of sorts.
Family: One of the many children of Mother Flame and Father Universe*, sister to every god in Divine Realms, sometimes consort of Kyprioth
Physical description: The Jaguar Goddess is tall and lithe, and moves with a deadly grace like her namesake. Her hair is waist length, wavy, and dark brown. Her eyes are green-gold, and slitted like a cats. Her mouth is full and expressive. She customarily wears a long, green loincloth decorated with gold, with a matching bandeau top. Her whole body is adorned in gold jewelry, so her walking is accompanied by the clink of quality jewelry. The most astonishing aspect of her appearance is the mask covering her head. Styled like a jaguars face, it has a long nose cover, but leaves the rest of her face bare. At the height of her power she had a jaguar's rosettes covering her body, but they vanished with the rapid descent of her power.
Personality: The Jaguar Goddess has never been a harbinger of peace. She is a warlike entity, which did result in some of the raka queens problems. She is fearless, resulting from her immortality. Her morals do not exist. She views the mortal realms as her plaything. Although she will sometimes work to the better of the Copper Isles. She is deadly intelligent, and in her long imprisonment has been formulating a plot for her ascent to power.
Kyprioth, who was her sometimes consort, regained his full powers over the Copper Isles, but instead of bringing her with him, he has left her to languish in her chains. She has been nursing a bitter anger towards the gods that chained her below, and Kyprioth ignoring their long relationship, has added more fuel to the fire, and her lust for vengeance is high.
History: The Jaguar Goddess was the consort of Kyprioth, during the Copper Isles eventful early days. She sowed destruction and conflict wherever her cat eyes landed on. She was a fickle goddess, changing her support from one raka queen to the next, depending on her mood. She supported women warriors, and is said to have fought along with them on the raka's last stand, on the Plain of Sorrows. But Mithros and the Mother Goddess with their luarin supporters conquered the islands and not trusting her complacency, chained her beneath the earth.
Role Play Sample: She shifted, listening to her chains clatter along the barren rock she lay on. Her once fine clothes hung in tatters, dirtied by her restless shifting on the dirty rock floor. Her jewelry was dull, and deformed, the soft gold had shifted when in rage she had pounded the floor. Her hair was tangled, her skin dusty, and her pride, her wonderful Jaguar Mask, was dented. Overall she was miserable. She had felt the Earth tremor, once, a while ago. She knew that her brother, Kyprioth was bringing her raka queens back. She would be free. Ruling her people, avenging her wrongs. But then Kyprioth hadn't come; he left her down there. Forgetting their old alliance. Those thoughts always built up her rage, till she screamed, an endless scream composed of rage, hate, and the desire to be free.
She lay there, still, her eyes bare slits, all focused on her hand. Though there was no light in her abject prison, she did have cat eyes, and she saw something on her hand, something that made her heart tremble. On her hand was a faint rosette. If she shifted it would disappear. But it was a symbol. It meant up in the world above, some people still remembered Kyprioth's consort, they believed and their faith was restoring powers long gone. At this rate, she would never break loose, so plots long left undone were going to be acted on. Slowly and tenderly, she extended the barest thread of power, snaking it up, into the world above. Her tendril of power, she laid it, gently, tender as a mother's touch, upon the first mortal she found. Not a perfect candidate, but all she could do was whisper into her chosen one's ears.
*Or was it Father Flame and Mother Universe? I think it might be this one.
