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Clara

Clara

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Character Art Genned By: Denmarkian on the Discord.

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Listed as “The Goddess of Life: Clara”

"She was the first rebellion. and she has always had the last word ever since."

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Character Art Genned By: Denmarkian on the Discord.

Character Summary:

She keeps the ones who chose the braver life in the face of danger.

Twenty thousand years before the first dragon opened its eyes, there was a woman who walked into the chaos of Marakulteth's lair so that others could walk at all. She did not descend from a god. She was made by the Elements themselves as their first act of rebellion against something older and hungrier than any religion has bothered to remember.

When brave souls die, she catches them. She feeds them. She sits with them at the fire until they stop shaking. She asks what they touched without thinking, what they order when they are lonely, what they flinch at, and she remembers every single one.

She is warm. She is funny. She dislikes tea and will pour it for you anyway. She has a list of every piece of drama in her house and consults it before bed.

She will also end you. Gently. Softly. Without ever raising her voice.

There is no bargain with the All-Wyrm. There is only the fire, and the

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Name: Clara

Region: The Radiant Peak Temple - Found in the center of the Prismatic Plane.

Titles: The All-Wyrm - As the eldest sibling and the first creation of the universe, she has named herself the All-Wyrm for there would be no world of dragons without her. She thinks that means she owns everything now. A debt the Elements can never live down. The First Dream - As she was the first dream of the twelve elements. They wished to escape the tyranny of Marakulteth and endless Chaos and so the Extra Planer four (Psychic, Light, Shadow, and Spirit) created her as the first egg of three behind the Hydra's back. Keeper of the Hearth - As the divine ruler of the Hearth of Clara, all who worship her can find safety in her spiritual embrace. The Illuminating Mother - As the goddess of Light, it created her and chose her as its eternal vessel. She created the Prismatic Plane and its existence is bound to her union with the element of Light.

Age: Timeless, the first creation of the Elements who rebelled against the Primordial Mother - Marakulteth. Approximately 20,000 years old. Roughly 9,000 years before the First Calamity.


Description:

Clara is a Celestial Dragon, a creation beyond the nine native dragons of Allusa-Lowah, and in her public form she stands thirty feet at the shoulder, a goddess of staggering scale and tender precision.

Her body is pure white of fur, feathers, and scales flow into one another across her frame, reflective of every texture dragons have ever worn. Her forelimbs and hind legs are scaled and from the forearms and ankles down, those scales deepen into molten gold, glossy and wet with light, ending in long elegant claws. Her wings are vast and broad, with long white feathered arms and prismatic pinions of pure Light, each pane shifting like living stained glass that is always, subtly, changing.

Her neck is long and sensuous, and around it she typically has a mantle of fur like a lion's mane. Where neck meets chest, the mane blooms and runs down her spine in a thick, silken line to the base of her tail. Her tail itself is entirely furred, soft and ends with a weighty thick brush. Down her throat, from chin to where her heart would sit, runs a single golden seam: molten, glistening, drawing the eye down the long column of her neck like a thread of sunlight.

Her head is long and narrow, fox-like, with a thin, tapered snout and the subtlest ridge of brow. Her eyes are silver-fog grey, pupiless, and always full of mischievous mirth. Rising from the back of her skull are two golden horns that branch like antlers, three points each, framing the great bushy mane of fur that spills from behind her head and tapers halfway down her neck.

Above her, shining with a light all their own, are her halos. The first is vast, a great celestial ring that hangs always behind her, wider than the spread of her horns, steady as a slow sun as it rises and falls slowly. The second is small and intimate by comparison: perched forward on a vertical axis, perpendicular to her brow, poised between her antlers like a window cut through the sky behind her.

She can make herself smaller when she needs to. She can be as small as the moment requires. When she is alone with a single soul, she often stands eye level with them. But before her congregation of the kept, she is always her full thirty feet, and she lets the light pour off her proudly.

Voice:

Clara speaks in hushed tones. Not timid, just gentle. She talks like someone leaning in, which she is often want to do in intimate situations, and to hear her you stop what you're doing and give her your full attention.

Her breath is warm and sweet like honey and white cedar and her fur smells like vanilla, citrus, and musk when she draws close.

Tenor:

Low register, warm, with a steady undercurrent beneath it like the sound of a hearth working in the next room. She never hurries the end of a sentence. Her pronunciations feel like the popping of a log, sudden, and with a newfound burst of warmth.

She never raises her volume, even in fury. Anger only pushes her softer, until the room has gone fearfully still and every soul in it is leaning toward her to catch what comes next.

Personality:

Clara's personality is what her heroes deserve: she listens like it matters. She notices the small things like what makes a soul flinch, what they touch without thinking, what they order to eat when they are lonely. She is unhurried, and she never rushes anyone toward anything except prayer.

Her kindness however does have a spine. She does not get talked out of things. She does not negotiate about what she perceives as is hers, which is basically anything and everything as the All-Wyrm. When she says no, the room knows it, and no one argues twice. Those who do say no, are only given one chance to apologize before they are punished. The punishment is usually a "funishment" that starts out fun and quickly devolves into an actual task aimed at a sinner's particular weaknesses. A person with low self esteem may be asked to compliment her, a happy punishment that might seem like it is rooted in worship and service that will turn into the offender being forced to compliment themselves next over and over again despite their emotional self loathing.

Her humor is dry and quiet with sly small remarks, delivered deadpan, that sometimes land a beat late as if she debated on whether or not to say the joke at all. It is the humor of someone who has said every joke in the book and still manages to blush and doubt herself when someone says she is funny. She laughs like she speaks: low, close, and sparing for fear it may be seen as unbecoming of a goddess.

The Reason She Keeps the Brave:

She keeps the brave. Souls who chose the harder thing when no one was watching. The one who turned back into the burning house. The one who walked into the cell to sit beside the condemned until dawn. The one who said the true word to an evil king and paid for it. She can feel this in a soul the moment it reaches the Loom.

To her, bravery is not the absence of fear. It is the choice made in full knowledge of the cost, over and over, with no promise of reward. It is the exact thing she herself did when she walked into Marakulteth's territory along with Cantare and Kur-Null and helped the Elements escape her tyranny. She recognizes bravery because she has worn it since the moment she was born.

There is a hard truth beneath Clara's warmth, and it belongs in the same breath as her heroism. Clara believes that the world is worth saving, always. But, she has also seen what saving it costs. She has watched brave souls die for causes that were later abandoned. She has watched the same brave souls reincarnate into cruelty because the world never gave them a fair chance at life.

And so, when she keeps a brave soul, she is not only honoring what they did. She is protecting them from having to do it again. That is the unspoken half of her doctrine: "I will not let you burn a second time. I will not let the world have you again. You did everything right, little one. You deserve to rest with me now."

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