Dance a measure,
Find your name And buried treasure.
Face your life
Its pain, Its pleasure,
Leave no path untaken.â
God Name: Anwen
Titles: The Dreamweaver, Star-Kindler, Lady of the Stars, Starsinger, She who Dances
Alignment: Neutral Good
Portfolio: Stars, Music, and Dreams
Patron of: Travellers, astronomers, musicians, dreamers, wanderers, explorers and stargazers
Gender: Female
God Appearance: Anwen is a tall woman, with long gold-white hair which cascades down her back and around her shoulders. Her eyes are bright and full of joy, often with a twinkle in their silvery depths that may reveal a faint glimmer of a persons dreams and desires. Her body looks as if there is a ghostly echo of her every movement which appears as a faint sparkle of glittering light, usually accompanied by a faint music that soothes those around her. This somewhat ethereal look is further enhanced by the pair of sleek white wings that sprout from her back, and several glittering stars which orbit her head like crystals. When she wishes to appear to her followers without arousing suspicion sheâll often disguise herself simply as a mortal girl with feathers woven in her golden hair to mark her true nature.
She may not alter her appearance but how others perceive her may indeed vary since they will often cloak her in their own fantasy to better welcome her into their dreamland.
Personality: Anwen has lived a mostly solitary life since the war between the gods ended but her touch is still felt during large social gatherings or festivals when the sounds of revelry draw her back from the heavens to become lost in the moment and add her voice to euphony around her.
For the most part she feels more at home when she is alone or in the company of the mortal races than she does among the other deities of the world. She will weave between the stars and the dreaming worlds of all creatures as easily as mortals breathe in hopes to bring to each a restful a night as can be obtained. Even so she knows that dreams as in life must contain both good and ill so she welcomes an even balance to her creations for consumption by those of the mortal realm.
Suffering an almost cloying sense of unease when confined she rarely lingers close to the ground and instead is forever on the move, darting across the sky and welcoming her glittering children to the sky as night approaches. Mostly this stems from harsh wounds left by the great conflict when her wings were bound and she was left chained by deities now long since perished. This has left her rather wary of enclosed spaces and almost unable to set foot on solid ground if she can help it, at most hovering inches above it.
Favoured Weapon: Starâs Heart â When Anwen was captured during the Great Conflict she felt herself ill-prepared and once freed sought out Archanian with the dying heart of a star cradled in her hands. The star, which had fallen during her captivity, burned bright in itâs few remaining moments and she bade him forge it into a blade for her. So it was that he made for her a thin bladed to make sure she wouldnât be taken again.
Opinion of mortals: âWhen they sing I see the darkness within their hearts, but I also see the hope in their souls for something better.â
Godâs Domain: Anwen lives primarily among the stars of the mortal realm, moving amongst them and cultivating their birth, death and rebirth throughout their long lives. Her home here is at the heart of the North Polar Star, IlĂșvatar; a name she gave the star upon its birth as it was the first star to appear in the sky. The star itself rests at the heart of a spiral of several other stars which seem to shine different colours throughout the year and have been nicknamed the Jewel of Night by many mortals.
Her true realm however exists within the heart and minds of every living creature in Pandeum, from the mightiest of beasts to the lowliest of the mortal races. The Dreamscape exists as everything and nothing, a swirling sea where reality has no meaning and logic falls by the wayside. She swims through this madness while others simply flounder and to face her in her world is to face your nightmares made flesh.
Sometimes the realm can even appear to possess a sentience and to a certain extent this is true, especially given the various creatures Anwen has gifted life, who now call these worlds home.
Sometimes the fall kills you.
And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.â
Avatar Name: Fiona, goes by Fi
Alias: The Fallen Star
Title(s)/Rank:
Avatar Appearance: A slight and slender half-elven girl, looking barely out of her teenage years by human reckoning yet agile and quick witted. She stands at 5â10â with reddish brown wavy hair which hangs down to her shoulders, though she does keep some of it finely braided. Her eyes are a warm and inquisitive turquoise that often inspires others to explore the world. Her clothing is usually fine cloth and leather adorned with a multitude of beads and tassels which swirl and jangle as she dances.
Real Age: Unknown
Visual Age: 19
Personality: Fiona mirrors her mistress in that she rarely remains in one place for too long, often vanishing before morning as she travels onwards to her next destination. Despite her short stays she tends to make them memorable, doing her best to spread tales and songs sheâs heard on her travels; doing all she can to spread a sense of imagination and wonderment among all she meets.
Enemies: Dour, sourpuss types who dislike to hear rousing songs and raucous stories told at all hours of the day.
Allies: Rarely is she alone, even if it is but for the length of a dream.
Magic Abilities: Fiona is capable of weaving reality around her in order to bring the mysticism of the Dreamscape to Pandeum. While such moments are usually fleeting glimpses into uncertainty their memory often linger upon those whoâve witnessed them. She will bring such effects into play to provide a backdrop by which to entertain taverns with song and tale. And for all the wondrous displays she may portray her patrons can rest assured that the monsters she calls forth are but temporary. Usually.
As such she is able to conjour a great deal of illusions to confuse any who seek her ill as well as to mask her presence should the need arise and under certain conjunctions she may force her illusions to become real.
Favoured Weapon: Rapier
Realm: While the true nation of Anwen would be her personal domain there is one place in particular where the lines become a little blurred. A simple, almost unassuming public house which exists in one form or another in almost every town or settlement across Pandeum. Their purpose was to ensure that the music of dreams could be heard wherever there would be those able to hear it. Most creatures have seen these places in their travels even if they havenât given them much attention, especially since they donât always turn up down the same street twice. It is from this âEmporiumâ that Fiona often begins her journey and it is here that many of her revelries will often end as well.