Our Majesty Revamped
| OUR MAJESTY, REVAMPED | |
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| "We call upon the Seerscale, who changes at all costs / whose breath revitalizes / who only has eyes for the future" | |
| Origin | From-Steel, From-Nowhere, From-Flesh |
| Titles | Thrice-Crowned, The Abyssocore, Seerscale |
| Names | wejustdon'tknow.bird |
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| Date of arrival | [Neph is bad at timelines] |
| Owner(s) | A very particular sort of creator |
Our Majesty Revamped is the Seventh Hour of Nephilim (!!!).
She was flesh. She was divine. She was undone. And now, She is reborn in iron and glory.
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Description
History
The one we now refer to as the Thrice-Crowned began her life as a flawed being. Crowned at the ripe age of seventeen, She ruled with might and magic, alongside a dearly beloved husband who comforted her when the pressure was too much. Together, they shared a desire for change, and in secret, begun a path towards a terrible Ascension.
They rose as two, and then, as one. They united upon becoming a name, into the Seer-In-Song / Seer-In-Scale . A Name devoted to piercing into the future, by all means possible. And what they desired the most - Was to fly higher still, closer to the Glory.
But something went truly, horribly wrong.
Instead, they found solace in darkness most absolute. They found love in Change. They found Change in love. And they were reborn, ablaze, into something far more beautiful. Separate once more, yet bound by love and steel.
Yet, only one remains. Perhaps He was unfit. Unworthy. But even now, She still grieves in ashen tears.
Appearance
The Seerscale has had three different forms through the years. She retains all of them, even now.
As a Name, she used to appear as a female Rinkhal - except her markings are like glimmering gold, and her eyes a lilac purple. She wears a silver crown, smaller than her husband's, and a golden chain from her nose to her hood, decorated with amethysts.
Upon being "reforged", that form changed significantly - her body became mechanical, her scales grey as steel (though her markings kept their gilded glory), and her hood was made of blades. She kept her piercing, but her crown was split in half - She wears one half of hers, and the other of Our Excellence's. Her eyes also changed into a sunflower yellow, with mandala patterns on the iris.
Even now, she sometimes wears the form she once held as a fleshling - A short, caramel-skinned human woman, with a mane of wavy blonde hair down to her waist and golden eyes, wearing a sparkling star-patterned robe and a crown. She has, however, kept her hood, fangs and tail from her scaled form.
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The Histories
The Empire Of Stargazers
Persia but with Mystic Snakes
[Lore will be added here periodically]
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Secrets
... Qismat?
Qismat, do you hear me?...
It didn't have to end like this. None of it did.
... This isn't what i wanted. This isn't... what we wanted.
This isn't the future the cards promised.
... I miss you. If only things were different...
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Please. Come home.
