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- Despite living in one of the most luscious and prolific spots in the Gloamweald, Venus has little interest for animals.
- She tries to avoid showing her left eye, and typically keeps it covered by her hair.
- Very rarely is it that she leaves her grove to the main village; she prefers to have others come to her.
- Sheβs passionate about good food, and considers herself a decent chef.
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Venus, known to many of the Gloamwealden Deva as Mother, was born in the throes of spring, amidst the forestβs most vibrant hours. Her petal-pink skin and fur was hoped to have denoted her to later possess abilities which may aid the weald and all its inhabitants. Wealden Deva are most commonly seen to possess floramantic abilities, which Venus herself does have, but these powers didnβt appear until her adulthood, and with a caveat. The aromatic blooms that Venus may grow are powerful aphrodisiacs, their siren song scents easily coaxing those she chooses to fall into the depths of affection, or passion.
Venus loves to see love and be loved, and revels in her abilities to take care of lonesome partners or couples, both figuratively and literally. Her beauty and power are a thing to be celebrated by the Deva of the Gloamweald, associating Venus with the periodic mating seasons of each year. Upon the start of the seasons, individuals or couples entering their heat cycles will make their pilgrimage to Mother Venusβ grove, an oasis of pink and white petals hidden amidst the depths of the Gloamwealdβs trees. There, at the great blushing willow tree she resides within, Venus will host extensive celebrations ripe with indulgence and debauchery to satisfy all visitorsβ needs. Partners trying to conceive will come to try, and eventually return to the village swearing up and down that Venusβ magic was how they finally are with child. Emotionally and physically repressed individuals may come alone, seeking only to find temporary connection with others also yearning to quench their thirst.
As the seasons of heat and rut wax and then wane, Venusβ grove slowly empties out, and the parties come to a close as her visitors return to their routine lives. As the grove grows quieter, Venus is eventually left alone, the coy, coquette persona falling from her gradually, until the quiet seeps into her dejected heart. For all the people sheβs smiled for and with, and all the partners sheβs seen to bed, none have left her fulfilled in the way she wishes, as sheβs never felt love for another.
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- Hair is always covering her left eye unless specified.
- Her seal is typically obstructed by her stomach.
- Her nails are almost always painted to match her eyes and seal.
- Her hair is floor-length, but very light-weight and voluminous.
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Venus exists in sensuality, running her fingers through the pool of life thoroughly and indulgently. Despite the solitude she inhabits the majority of the year, she weaves herself seamlessly into socialite fabric the moment visitors return to her grove during the mating seasons. She knows how to talk to people for both their benefit and her own, and revels in her ability to mingle amongst groups of other Deva. With her silver tongue she can wrap doting men around her as she pleases, simultaneously ushering women softly into her embrace. If she so chose, Venusβ abilities as a social butterfly could very well be used for selfish purposes, but her conscience would weigh far too heavily on her bleeding heart to do so. While none of her visitors have been able to give her the love sheβs sought for, she finds satisfaction in providing a place for adults to lose themselves in intimacy, and is happy to join in with them. Venus blossoms among her hungering guests, and graciously accepts the praise she receives as their idol of fertility.
Beyond the reaches of her festivities, Venus is far less extravagant if spoken to in smaller company. Still just as sweetly smooth, the distant longing in her eye is much more apparent, adding a certain melancholy to her nymphic presence. On her own, Venus becomes more dismissive, seeming to be in a hurry to be by herself, not wanting to stick around. The few who have come to her grove over the years to admit their unrequited love have been quickly sent away as kindly as possible, only for the loneliness of Venusβ isolation to bury itself deeper into her pining heart, much to the frustration of her inner turmoil.
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- Passionate
- Noncommittal
- Vivacious
- Silver-tongued
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- Solitude
- Cooking
- Love
- Decadence
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- Clingy partners
- Most animals
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- Being unheard
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Like many of the Gloamwealden Deva, Venus possesses the ability to manipulate and bring forth plantlife of many kinds. With this magic she helped to grow the pink willow grove which she spends most of her time within. Her rituals and celebrations during the mating seasons have become increasingly popular to seek out by both Deva in and outside of the weald, and the flora unique to her grove serves as a landmark to those journeying to find her.
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Strength:
While floramancy is the magic that Venus is well versed in, the name of her game lies in her specialty with plants which possess aphrodisiatic qualities. The air of her grove is thick with the sweet scent of flowers bloomed with the intention of stirring both the heart and body.
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Strength:
As visits to Venus are an increasingly popular ritual among Gloamweald Deva during the mating seasons, she typically finds herself playing hostess while her guests enjoy their stay at her home. Mating seasons are seen as times of celebration, and as such, Venus is known to host some of the most enormous parties and orgies known to Nova Terra, if the rest of the world were to know of them. Not only are these celebrations large, theyβre also fruitful, providing a renewed sense of virility, or help ensure fertility for those wishing to become heavy with child.
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Venus, considered to be a late bloomer by Devan standards of when she came into her magic, was unable to utilize any form of magic until adulthood, at which point she found herself rapidly flourishing. Possessing the power of love and life was something a younger Venus held with pride, feeling as if she were the very avatar of spring itself. To simply help bring others together with her very presence was a thing of beauty to her, and she swiftly found herself dreaming of finding someone she could fall in love with. As her powers grew, she watched those who came to her fall within one another, and the number of fleeting partnerships with her began to pile up, so too did a hole begin to develop within her heart. If the one for her wasnβt to come to her within the Gloamweald, she would come to whoever they may be. She thought that after all, she was the Devan embodiment of love, and surely she would find her way somehow. Venus left the weald, and returned a wiser, but less unabashedly vibrant woman just over a year later. Upon questioning of where she couldβve possibly gone in her absence and why she has since refused to ever reveal her left eye, Venus has refused to divulge such answers to anyone.
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After her return to the weald, Venus announced she would begin living on the outskirts of the village, much to the chagrin of her people. Deva are highly social creatures who thrive in groups, and isolation is considered one of the greatest threats to Devan wellbeing. Venus was stalwart in her decision, reassuring those who cared that all would know where to find her, and within the coming months she had nurtured her grove into being. Still hidden deep within the weald, her home was easily discernible not only by the great, roseate willow tree she lived within the hollow of, but the entire clearing surrounding her dwelling, littered with a pink and white flowering orchard. The clearing is carpeted with delicate white grass, and meadows of blush and lilac flowers, entirely permeating the area with her sweetly intoxicating magic. Within this place she began to host her seasonal festivals, week-long carousing to give Deva their indulgent escape during the throes of heat and rut cycles, and providing Venus the ability to control when people may come to her.
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Since her self-exile years ago, Venus has established a comfortable routine of herself, but in doing so has created a home that is deafeningly silent when the celebrations and debauchery has ended. When the Burning occurred, forcing the wealden Deva westward, deeper into the forest, Venus was safe in her hovel. The relocation of her people actually put them closer to her, which she found some relief in, especially as the world outside of their forest grew larger and more threatening to her own. Worried for her peopleβs wellbeing,
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βPerhaps they donβt feel the same amount of fondness I do towards them, but I would like to consider V to be one of my few friends. They listen to me, and I them. Sometimes we need not speak at all. Iβm just happy for the company, and they couldnβt care less for the role I play in the community.β
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βThe girl is a pitiful sight, I think. Cast aside by the rest of our people and left to rot and be forgotten. Not even kicked out of the weald, and because of it sheβs become her own prisoner in that hovel of hers, waiting for nothing. My heart aches for her. Maybe I can see parts of myself in her, too.β
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βI know little of her circumstances, simply that she was taken from the weald during the Burning by the tallest elves imaginable. And now Iβve caught wind that sheβs come back to us, but for what? She was supposed to be a blessing to our people, a sign of prosperity. Perhaps her return may finally give us that opportunity, albeit belated.β
