Fantasy Dramatis Personae - GLORY TO THE EVERLASTING

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An Imperiess of the Everlasting is unparalleled. Undying servants of the Everlasting, they are the hands to the Allseer's mind, agents of its infallible paths, Goddesses in ten thousand realms and Apocalyphs in a million more. Forged by the biomancy of the Priestesses, their bodies are perfect and their minds are pure.

GLORY TO THE EVERLASTING

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Allseer​

An ancient entity who can perceive through time and space, but has only minimal power to directly affect the physical world beyond the boundaries of the Sacrosanct. Creator of paths, and guide to the glory of the Everlasting.

 

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Imperiess Theoren, the Butcher​

Built like a bull and armed with its brashness, Theoren is an asshole. She's a pain to fight with, but a nightmare to fight against. She lives in her armour, which engulfs her in nine feet of bladed metal from toe to chin, leaving only her firm, broad face, whose dark brown skin has been healed of too many careless scars and burns to still look real. Her thick moon-dusted black hair is wound up in tight warrior's braids against her scalp, almost an artform among the Priestesses enlisted to knot them. Where she walks, nothing whole remains. She destroys, and then she destroys again.

 

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Imperiess Casmira, the Whisper

Elegance and substance all wrapped into one package of chiseled perfection, Casmira is the Allseer's paragon. At least, she carries herself as so with her square shoulders, permanent sneer, and forever upturned nose. Her silken hair, darker than even the most heinous soul, flows with languid grace down her back. Should a strand ever be out of place, it is unquestionably by her aesthetic design. At her full power, charcoal scales accent her low sharp cheekbones, complementing her bronze skin. Two horns, no bigger or thicker than her middle finger, twist up from her hairline, set above her eyes. Another set, just narrower than her wrists, comes out from above her pointed ears and loosely curves around her skull. Her talons, like her canines, are long and pleasantly sharp. At will, she can sprout a pair of dark leathery wings from her back and only when provoked, will she shift into her full dragon form.

As the Whisper, Casmira nudges the realms in accordance to the will of the Everlasting and rarely ever resorts to brute force. Make no mistake, she will rip out a spine or two as necessary and relish in it, so long as it won't ruin her manicure.

 

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Imperiess Demertu, the Philosopher​

The elder hand of the Everlasting succumbs least often to bouts for dominance with her peers, but leaves them fuming and undone more surely than any of the rest. "Demertu's tongue has grown longer," quips the latest audience to her endless dance of words, using mockery to salve their wounds and claim a victory in her absence. Though surely its weakest warrior, Demertu need not claim to be the Allseer's favourite when she is so often found lounging in the caverns of the Sacrosanct, tossing musings off its walls while time unfurls in another realm. Perhaps the Allseer keeps her around because she has discovered some truth that intrigues her; perhaps because her pursuit of those truths, against all the reason of her meaningless existence, is entertainment in itself; or perhaps only because it infuriates the younger Imperiessa to know that they might return from yet another long path to a distant realm only to find tall, thin, languid-gaited Demertu stalking the same corridors as before, hunting fresh minds ripe to marinate in her ancient thoughts.

 

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Imperiess Lysandra, the Pure

Gray skinned and looking like death, this Imperiess has earned her title through her unquestioning devotion to the Everlasting. In a show of faith and trust, believing no other ought to have sight when they are guided by that of the Allseer's, she had her eyes removed by the Priestesses. She ties a black piece of cloth over her empty sockets to cover the gruesome scarring and will only ever remove the cloth to scare off annoying children. Presumably, her only goals are to serve the Everlasting. She does not seem as power hungry as the rest, but her devotion may not be what it seems. Demertu is the only one old enough to confirm this, but it is said her loyalty came after the Allseer tricked her into killing and consuming her own harem after an attempted coup. This attempt also resulted in her serving a lengthy sentence in one of the many exile realms. She learned the pitfalls of cannibalism and betrayal both after that stunt. It was quite the effective lesson.

 

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Imperiess Keiro, the Gavel

Standing tallest and most sturdy of the Imperiessa, Keiro is a hulk of muscle. Quiet and brooding, their expression is impassive as a mountain. Though imposing, they deliver the will of the Everlasting with a just fist, never too cruel or too soft in their approach. Their ambitions are known only to them and the Allseer, but some believe, and not without merit, that their only goal might be to explore and expand the many ways a fist can burst a skull. (Unsurprisingly, they can often be found in one of the many sandbox realms dedicated to endless war.) The guts of their latest victims often hang like decorations from their treasured spiked mace. Undoubtedly, she is one of the Allseer's most threatening servants. Because she talks so little, Ceridwyn once spread a rumor that Keiro has no tongue. Since then, Keiro has removed all of the tongues of Ceridwyn's lovers and hid them for the other Imperiess to find. At heart, she is an incurable prankster.