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GALATEA

NAME/ALIASES. UTP AGE & BIRTH DATE. 2500+ & UTP SPECIES. Aspect GENDER & PRONOUNS. Female & She/Her or She/They AFFILIATIONS. UTP OCCUPATION. UTP

History

Skin that was once carved from ivory, and a life that was meant to be set in stone. Galatea was not born, but created. She was carved by the King and master sculptor, Pygmalion of the island of Cyprus. It was said that Pygmalion's sculptors were so realistic that the eyes would seem to follow a person around whenever they entered the room. After his late wife left him to take up Venus’ dark gift, Pygmalion became obsessed. He resented the hetaerae and the priestess of Aphrodite who venerated the original vampire and poured everything into his work. Locked away within his shop for hours on end, the people of the island began to whisper that a madness had set in, though as Pygmalion toiled he produced countless works that stood head and shoulders above any other. A man of mortal means but seemingly supernatural talent, the pinnacle of his great work came from the statue that he would name, Galatea. Beautiful beyond compare, Pygmalion fell in love with the statue and paid the Goddess of the crossroads, Hekate, in fair tribute to bring the statue to life. 

Imbued with a life force that was drawn from the aether, Galatea’s marbled exterior cracked away to reveal the exquisitely carved woman within. A Queen for Cyprus, and a wife for Pygmalion. She would be her husband’s muse though she did not have the freedom of the women of her island, her life was in the workshop and in the palace. Strictly forbidden from entertaining anything further she watched the world unfolding from outside her window and quietly daydreamed of what it meant to truly be human. Galatea did not age, but in the years that followed her creation she learned that she could give birth. Her daughter, Paphos, became her reason for being. Her reason for living, but she too was a royal prisoner in a gilded cage. While Paphos was still young, Galatea looked out at the waves and devised a plan, one day she took off running and as Pygmalion chased her into the sea. Galatea wrapped her shape around him and dragged him down to the dark depths, she had murdered her husband and King, she could not return, but her daughter became Queen of Paphos and in the stories that persisted she lived a long, beautiful mortal life. Paphos married for love and died knowing what her mother had done for her. Galatea did not age, but she persisted just the same, never changing, but ever-growing as she continued to ask the question: what did it truly mean to be human?

Connections

Trivia: Mother

Phobos, Deimos, Keket, and Remus: Phobos and Deimos were the first spirits given life by Trivia, Keket the first woman resurrected, and Remus was the first terror. Galatea was the first statue brought to life by the original witch.

Amphitrite: To Amphitrite's watery domain Galatea sank Pygmalion, Amphitrite kept the King and returned the statue to the shore.

Abilities

Stone: Galatea has super strength and her physical abilities are beyond monstrous as a result.

Solid: No blade can pierce her.

Immunity: Destruction and alteration magic have no effect on her.

Sentience: Galatea can temporarily imbue statues with life, while they do not have consciousness of their own they act like extensions of her will.

Weaknesses

Earthen: Despite being carved initially from ivory, Galatea must eat, sleep, and carry out other basic human functions.

Magic: A coven or elves of three or more can bind her in place for a time being, returning her to that of a statue until she awakens again.

Body: While Galatea has never been pierced and may or may not have blood, her body is an extension of Trivia. If confined she can be channelled by practitioners of blood magic.

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Hyrsam

NAME/ALIASES. UTP AGE & BIRTH DATE. Prehistoric & Unknown SPECIES. Aspect GENDER & PRONOUNS. Male & He/Him or He/They AFFILIATIONS. Satyrs OCCUPATION. UTP

History

Oberon’s first and only naturally born son, Hyrsam came screaming into the world and was born from the power of an archfey and the satyr that he’d lay with. The potency of Oberon’s seed had devoured her from the inside out, born in cannibalistic bloodshed, Hyrsam stepped first onto the earth that would someday be called the mortal realm with a pair of cloven hooves. Every year on the anniversary of his birth Oberon decreed that his son would be torn apart in ritualistic, hedonistic ceremony. A great festival and celebration heralded by the fruitful and fertile dawn elves; the most numerous of the elven species, Hyrsam would be anointed, praised, and worshipped at his festival of Great Dionysia, and then his body would be violently consumed. An archsatyr, the dawn elves of this realm revered them above the Seldarine, Oberon who’d once fought beside Lathander himself had opted to live apart from the pompous creatures that stood to replace the first King of the Gods. Born for the wilds, his power rivalled Corellon Larethian, Kthanid, Ulthar, and even Oztalun. 

Jealousy festered in the hearts of the Seldarine, their ire directed towards the dawn elves and the satyrs that lifted Oberon and Hyrsam up. An oracle came, delivered to Sehanine Moonbow from the Graeae themselves that the archfey’s son would grow in strength and power, then he would come to topple the great Seldarine themselves. Discontent was sewn among the elves, then Oberon and Hyrsam were overpowered, cursed and banished. Hyrsam would have to be consumed every year or lose his immortality, and in their absence the realm fell to The Great Old Ones; later to be claimed by the Seldarine once more as they built  Eden over the bones of Oberon’s sacred temples. Malevolent, mischievous, and built of folly, Hyrsam returned to the mortal realm time and time again to sow mischief, the greatest of which sent the whole of Rome into a spiral. Oberon, however, valued power and stereotypically masculine energies over the man he’d raised. Hyrsam lost his father’s blessing and a great deal of power as a new heir was chosen: Aegnor of the lorendrow.

Connections

Ariadne: Hyrsam found her on her little island and used to visit her before he brought Eve to rescue her.

Archdruids: Satyrs were popular in Eden and Hyrsam often disguised himself among them.

Horus: Horus very rudely helped kick Hyrsam and Oberon off the continent. Hyrsam just immediately came back but it was still really inconsiderate.

Elves: Popular among the fey, Hyrsam has attended the majority of their celebrations since Eden.

Abilities

Satyr: All the powers of a satyr and the ability to present as a satyr or as his elven half.

Anti: No supernatural presence, those that see him perceive him solely as human.

Immortal: Ageless and immune to death, in order to keep this power alive he must be ritually cannibalized every year on his birthday ( Great Dionysia )

Potent: Hyrsam's blood is so potent that once exposed to the open air those around him will become intoxicated.

Weaknesses

Satyr: Physically weaker than humans.

Satyr: Iron will burn them.

Satyr: Invoking their true name will break the hold of their magic.

Cursed: Must be eaten once a year.

THIS SKELETON IS CURRENTLY CLOSED.

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Pandora

NAME/ALIASES. UTP AGE & BIRTH DATE. Prehistoric & Unknown SPECIES. Aspect GENDER & PRONOUNS. Female & She/Her or She/They AFFILIATIONS. UTP OCCUPATION. UTP

History

A first draft of Vulcan’s forge, a blueprint Prometheus and the master of the forged worked off of for Prometheus to later use. Elven blood flowed through your veins, but Pandora might have been a creature of Elysia and yet she was not a true daughter of the Gods. Still, the Seldarine sent her gifts enough, a lifelong companion and friend in the form of Epimetheus, a complexion to rival any Goddess from Yidhra, and a jar of wonders that she was tasked to never open. Like Pandora’s jar, she too was the work of distillation, a soul pulled from the clutches of the Abyss, a dark elf that had been forged into the body of something akin to the divine. No place among the light, and no place among the dark, Pandora was made a curious spectator of both instead. More scholar than warrior, as her cousins Melpomene and Titania trained under their tutors, Pandora preferred instead to sketch or draw figures she saw in the stars. While the Muses dance and sang, Pandora’s feet were clumsy and served her little beyond keeping her upright and in motion. 

The mortal realm had been plagued by the presence of The Great Old Ones for countless years, poisoned earth, famine, and decay ran rampant over the desolate world. From this harsh, cruel place, Eden’s beauty was distilled and to Pandora’s pithos the horrors were to be stored. Pandora had no place in Elysia, but as the prototype that predated Adam, Lilith, and Eve, she was permitted to watch the realm that could never be hers begin to grow. Hardly above the rank of youth, curious Pandora picked at the contents of her jar, wondering after what could possibly be stored inside that was so horrible? Eden’s destiny fell upon it, Laurelin and Telperion burned, but while so many of her kind fled back to Elysia and abandoned the garden, Pandora couldn’t help but let her curiosity bubble to a head. She lifted the lid and released famine, plagues, curses, and diseases into the realm before quickly sealing it shut again. Pandora took her pithos and departed for Elysia where she remained, daughter of Vulcan, Pandora had his curiosity but lacked his aptitude for the forge. In Elysia she remained, until it was conquered by the forces of the Abyss, Oztalun overthrew the hierarchy and once more Pandora returned to the realm of mortals. 

Connections

Eden:She was the blueprint for Lilith, for Eve, and for all the women that would come from them.

Artemis: Pandora was built to be a blueprint, and somehow landed with a place among the Gods as a result.

Psyche: Outcasts amidst the realm of Elysia, Pandroa had her jar to keep her company and Psyche had her daimona.

Abilities

Pithos: Lady of the jar, Pandora can trap people in her pithos, or use it to release curses upon people, families, species, or entire cities within a specified range.

Immortal: Pandora will never age and cannot currently be killed. If cut down she'll just get back up again.

Immunity: Cannot be cursed or contained in any way, shape or farm.

Protected: Unknowingly tethered to the life of her pithos, Pandora cannot die so long as the jar remains intact.

Weaknesses

Elven: Pandora is incapable of telling any lies and when pierced by iron it will burn her and disrupt her manifestation.

Pithos: Her power is tethered to her jar, if it breaks she'll die and she can't use any magic without it.

Seraph: A seraph blade through her heart will disrupt her magic and break any of her curses.

THIS SKELETON IS CURRENTLY CLOSED.

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the golden~

NAME. UTP AGE & BIRTH DATE. 25+ SPECIES. Spartoi OCCUPATION. UTP

They told you that you were nothing, that the magic you were born with was a fluke. Abandoned on the steps of a coven doomed to fall, you were raised at the mercy of a man who someday turned himself into a monster. You could see the fractures that formed at even a young age, though at the time you had nothing to compare it to. Blood spilled in hallowed halls, treasonous words whispered in the dark, you knew it was wrong but this coven was your family - the only family you’d ever have. You stayed because it was your duty to stay, and you did what you had to do in order for you and your siblings to survive. When your regent died by his own selfish ambition your family’s reputation was left in tatters, decades have passed since then and with your bare hands you rebuilt the very thing that was left in shambles. But better this time. You saw those with nowhere to go, the lost, the scared, and the afraid and you loved them each just the same. Fate found you and gave you the chance to start over, to bequeath your legacy of righteousness onto the next and shine forward into the next stage of glory. Golden scales and gilded wings, the darkness of your bloodline would end with you.

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the handmaiden~

NAME. UTP AGE & BIRTH DATE. 25+ SPECIES. Daemonfey ( Drider ) OCCUPATION. UTP

You died in service to Araushnee. She rebelled against the Seldarine and when you awoke as a dark elf of the Demonweb Pitts, Lloth’s great and monstrous frame looked down at you and smiled. A loyal servant, a faithful soldier, a pious high priestess, for your dedication you were rewarded. First daughter of Lloth’s priesthood, you rose among the Lloth’s Handmaidens. Dutiful servants of The Weaver who strode forth as the Driders, shadows at your fingertips, Lloth’s blessing in your veins, you fought again with the udadrow to overthrow the elven empire but only lasted so long as to watch it topple. Depleted, Lloth’s enemies would have seen her cast into the Astral Sea, so instead she retreated to her domain in the Abyss and you, alongside your sisters, followed. There you watched over her self-imposed Uthenera and when it was needed you rose to carry Lloth’s missives through the unruly generation of drow that later came to follow Ayi’ig. Faithful. Dutiful. Efficient. Cities that rebelled were razed, and when The Weaver’s creed was disrespected then you and your sisters appeared to restore order.

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the dominated~

NAME. UTP AGE & BIRTH DATE. 25+ SPECIES. Daemonfey ( Draegloth ) OCCUPATION. UTP PACK & RANK. UTP

A pack with privilege, a life laid out before you, a legacy of the old world that had descended from Despina herself. The world ended and you did what you had to in order to survive, you ate the hearts of your kin and as they died screaming you grew that much stronger. In the weary hours of the failing light, a dark edict reached towards your battered soul; fed you hope and power as they slipped the abyss over your lips. Covered your eyes and rolled you in descent, they shoved a monster down your throat and waited for it to devour you from the inside. Scratching, pawing, and clawing; it tried to rip you in half but as your body twisted upon itself you grinned, and swallowed. Drank down evil and shoved down bile to live to the end and see yourself brought back as if nothing had changed. Your shift was indelible though, your world had turned on its axis, and maybe humanity was content to move on but you could still taste evil on your tongue. You did what you had to do to survive, and now you have to live with the consequences.

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the artillerist~

NAME. UTP AGE & BIRTH DATE. 25+ SPECIES. High Elf ( Astral ) OCCUPATION. UTP

Curious born and destined to live a wild life, a noble fey born apart from court, you were raised in the mortal realm amidst the birds and the beasts. A warder to a prince and a wandering creature with an inquisitive nature. Bright and clear, you saw the hidden world that lived within the world and you worked to understand the parts of what made everything tick. Took them apart so you could put them back together again, only to find you preferred the former. Dazzling lights and endless possibilities, for you inspiration or genius didn’t come overtime but instead came bursting forward all at once. An expedition left you stranded among the stars, cast adrift and destined to fade into dust; fate had different plans and there amidst the Astral Sea the mysteries you’d chased for so long seeped their way into your heart and soul. An astral elf reborn from an autumn fey, the artillery of the open sky was at your fingertips as you explored the unseen realms and the hidden places that ran in between.

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the choice~

NAME. UTP AGE & BIRTH DATE. 25+ SPECIES. High Elf ( Abyssal ) OCCUPATION. UTP

You were born in the garden of Eden, a noble eladrin of the Winter court, raised on tales of former glory and greatness. Power that never waned, hope that would never die, but as you looked upon the monarch who held the bulk of your strength you did not see a hero, just a thief. Envious desire seeped into your heart and as Eden burned, you fought, and when the dust settled you and your other half stood amidst the ashes and worked to rebuild. Restore a world ravaged by conflict while you worked in tandem that you would ultimately come to despise. A monarchy that was to be respected by no other virtue beyond their crimes: the plan was simple, her death would usher you back into yourself, but the plan went awry and instead of assassinating the Queen you cut down her consort instead. Exiled for this heinous crime, the courts spat on your name and in their hatred you were made to wander. Wander the Otherworld and into the Underdark, deeper even into the Abyss where the darkest of secrets were whispered into your soul. Power was rife for the taking, you just had to lower yourself to pick it up.

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