Her Imperial Majesty Lovaali, True Goddess of Choice, Destruction, Food, Trust, and Zombies

a.k.a., ???

Estates: Choice, Destruction, Food, Trust, and Zombies

Code:

1. Only conflict can bring peace.
2. Take care of the world around you.
3. Everything with a spirit is equal.

Aspect: ? (???); ? miracle points

Domain: ? (???); ? miracle points

Realm: ? (???); ? miracle points

Spirit: ? (???); ? miracle points

Gifts: ???

Handicaps: Summonable (holdable)

Imperator Properties:

• 27 Dynasty Points
• Bright Warding
• Cold
• Corrupted Mystery Cult
• Degenerate
• Granted Handicap: Cannot voice desires
• Granted Handicap: Have to give alms when asked
• Harvest
• Soul-Twisted
• Transcendent
• Untalented: Swimming

Personality: Lovaali does things for her own reasons, according to some deeper and unknowably wise logic. Which seems to change constantly. One moment, she may be deeply concerned with the everyday minutia of her Nobiles's everyday life, bellowing forth belly-laughter over the most minor of humorous moments and the next, she will be stone-faced and distant, speaking in the hollow, commanding whisper of the haunted mystic. Changes as profound as these come upon her once or twice in a conversation, preserving her ability to communicate with those limited in their understanding of the world. None can understand her rhyme or her reason, for she is truly ineffable. No matter how she acts, however, she always maintains the use of food as a tool for diplomacy.

Appearance: Much like her personality, her appearance shifts constantly. Though she usually maintains one shape throughout a conversation (though she generally never uses the same form twice; those of a large mother grizzly bear and a glowing blue crystal being the rare exception.) Her Familia, however, can recognize her no matter what form she takes by the necklace she wears in every shape and by the glow of her mood aura. The necklace she wears changes shape depending on to whom she's talking and on whom she is focusing her thoughts: a spike represents Destruction, a cross represents Wyoming (it is an exact replica of his -- or vice versa -- and many have wondered if they were linked in some way), some piece of an animal such as a deer antler or a bear paw represents Trust, a door represents Choice, and some form of food or drink represents Food. A glow of varying colors hovers like the Aurora Borealis a few inches off her skin in all of her forms, displaying her mood for all to see. Pink increasing towards white shows that she is happy to various extents, whereas red shading into black shows growing anger.

One of the most troubling aspects of Lovaali's appearance is that portions of whatever form she has taken tend to fall off, only to be re-attached in some way by Lovaali. Hands might be screwed back in, legs sewn back onto her body, her head might need to be crudely glued to her neck. Many believe this is connected to the occasional grimace of pain that clouds her features.

History: Lovaali was once the most ardent warrior in the Valde Bellum. She was a creature of choice and of conflict, not only of the choices made in the height of conflict which revealed -- truly -- the stuff of one's character but also of the space cleared after conflict in which new choices could grow. So deeply was this an element of Lovaali's essence that two of her Nobiles, the Powers of Destruction and of Zombies, were fated by virtue of the burning of her soul-shard within them to kill each other. This fate remains, but other than that, this is what Lovaali once was.

Almost two thousand years ago, as Heaven reckons time, the Most Ancient Lord fell to the flowers of the Excrucians. Only one of his Powers survived, that of Trust. Lovaali it was who rescued Trust, and Lovaali it was who was changed by Trust. Some would say destroyed by Trust.

Lovaali found that her interest in conflict had broadened. Now, in addition to the conflict she was used to, filled with shouting and flame and iron and blood, she sought also the calm conflict of mature adults in relationships. No longer was it only that one was the victor, defeating all comers -- though Lovaali had always found much of interest in the choices made by the loser as well -- now, compromise and connection were also, sometimes, the result of her conflicts. She became mediator as well as warrior.

There was danger here, however, as Lovaali came to sympathize with the Wild. She came to trust that all would work itself out, without need for fighting as she had known it, if all parties were free and were acting in that freedom. Unfortunately, where Angels could Fall and the Light could become Dark, there was no way for Lovaali to be of the Wild, for the Wild -- and the choice between self-destruction and self-preservation with which it had bought its asylum within the Weirding Wall -- was not born of the Tree. It was born in the Lands Beyond, whence the Excrucians came Riding.