Name
Elphy

Pronouns
She/Her

Rough age
Adult but true age is unknown

Has always been a Muse

How infamous?
10

Rules over
Death, night, and darkness

Realm Description

Elphy’s realm consists of two levels. The top and the hollows. The hollows is where any followers who disobeyed her rule in life remain for eternity. Lost in darkness, wandering without a soul.

The top consists of a beautiful nature scene lit by a bright blue moon. Elphy’s den happens to be the moon. Elphy mainly resides here above it all.

Personality
Elphy is the more wild of the two sisters, enjoying battle and blood. But also finding beauty in the unknown or frightening. She’s always been rather violent and snippy- but is at the same time very humble. Only wishing to be respected. Not adored.

Family: Caella (twin sister)



Name
Caella

Pronouns
She/Her

Has always been a muse

Rough age
Adult but true age is unknown

Very Well know

Rules over
Day, life, and Light

Realm

Much like Elphy, Caella’s afterlife consists of two levels. The scorching and the top. The scorching consists of a barren and harsh wasteland full of sand and heat. Those who are placed here did not follow Caella as they should have and are doomed to wander forever, always thirsty but never dying. The top is an Oasis illuminated in a golden sun, this is where Caella’s den resides.

Personality
Caella is the calmer of the two sisters, enjoying quiet and peace. She also finds beauty in safety and familiarity. Despite her kind nature she’s been known to be slightly vain, wanting to be adored by her people above all else.

Family
Elphy (twin sister)

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Name:
Andhira, the Guardian of Creation..

Loid, the Destroyer of Beings

Pronouns:
They / It.

Appearance:

{ it may suck, and i apologize if the description is either messy, or doesn’t make sense }

Although they have never been beheld before in their true form, it is actually a beautiful being. With a base as white as winter’s snow, their eyes are as pale as the skin beneath their fur, white, with neither iris, nor pupil. It’s simply pure white, appearing soulless, as there isn’t even an small amount of light, nor gleam ever shown in their eye.

Wings made out of their fur spread from their shoulders, to the tip of their tail once let down. The wings are about twice the size of a mortal lion, or lioness. Their tail is long and slender, and despite always dragging along the road whenever it walks, it never dirties.

It wears silver circlets, clasped around their wrists, tied around it’s neck, serving as a necklace, and then as earrings, one in both of their ears.

Speckles of light-golden color are found spread through their body, starting from the bottom, to the top- all the way to the tip of their tail, and their dozens of feathers, found in their Angel-like wings.

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Fur as black as the night’s sky- eyes as red as the flames of a fire, the rims around their eyes similar to the dull color of ashes, smoke and flame paired with one another to create a deathly imagery. Their eyes.. are a terrible thing- simply looking into them could drive any sane, no, anyone to insanity, make them lose their being.

No longer the beautiful, eye-catching thing it had once been, the wings are now those of night, the same color as their ashen fur, with bones protruding out of their wings every way, it holding a similar appearance to a bat’s wings. On the bones, which tear through it’s skin, is a deep, tar-like substance, believed to be the blood of the god.

Dark, vein-like streaks of bright-red run across it’s body, surging, coursing through their wings, it looks to be of similar appearance to blood.. Chains of ash cover their body, a choker-like one connecting to their wrists, where more restraints are found.

Rough age:
Has always been a muse, although created upon the creation, or arrival, of morals, can be seen as being born, or as a creation, of Elphy, and Caella

Infamous:
Their infamous is in the middle of both very-well-known, and unknown, sometimes it’s existence is seen as a mistake- a sin to not be spoken of, or as a sign, or reminder of the truth. To some, it’s very being is to be worshiped, or reveled upon- to others, their being is nothing more then the name of an unknown god.

Also seen as a monster, deformity- to be terribly feared. It is unsure of who they feel of this. Loid seems appeased, while Andhira appears torn, scared, it hates being seen this way- yet Loid seems to.. love it.

Rules over:
Destruction, the ending of all things.
Creation, the beginning of all things.

Death goes to Loid, all endings are found in their realm, death, heart-break, hatred.

Birth goes to Andhira, all beginnings are found in their realm, life, love, birth.

Realm description:

Beautiful- merciful. Sounds of harp music, and soft singing are always heard here, soft whispers of spells and songs usher you to stay.. you want to stay.. it wants to see you thrive. It appears happy, joyful, cubs and all creation live here, thrive here…. but, there it is.. the.. opposite.. all who enter here are to never leave.

They never want to.

It appears to be a beautiful, endless field of white lily’s and flowers, a large piece of land hovering over the Earth- or wherever it may be.

The only way to come here, is to be beaconed, by Andhira, they may invite you, whisper sweet truth into your ear, and usher you here, they enjoy the company, they enjoy seeing life thrive within their realm.


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Dark. It’s dark- only lit up by the shriek’s and shrills of death and crying, destruction seen, coursing throughout the land. It’s horrible. It’s everything they never wanted…

you hate it here… you cannot leave. All who enter here are to never leave. They are simply not allowed to. No sane being would ever want to be here.

The grass is no longer green, except dry land, cracks found every which way, a never-ending valley of doom and destruction, the ground so hot that it burns the skin of any mortal being.

Loid whispers horrid truths into the ears of whomever it finds, beaconing them to come, ushering you into it’s realm. It loves to see the pain, the ending of the creations it helped make.

Personality description:

They seem to be.. torn.. two souls teetered together, to tear them apart, would be to kill it.

Sometimes, callous- controlling, cold. The one who destroys and deserts all beings and their creations, their souls, their lives…

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Forgiving, helps build others up, even if it were to mean their own demise. Wants to see nothing more then their creations to thrive and live, as it wanted them to.

You have to kill one, to kill other. Without the other, imbalance will be found. The world will not be chaos. It will simply be. Without creation. Without destruction. No death, and no life. It will only exist.

{ lol this took forever… sighhhhh }

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