Wyn, The Eternal Beauty

"A Visage Unmarred"

> "Wyn, Goddess of Beauty. The sculptor. The beautifier. May all know her touch."
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## Forms

### **Base Form**

*Wyn* does not restrict herself to one form at all times. She could be a man. A woman. A snake. A butterfly. It matters not what she looks like, only that she is always beautiful. These forms she takes are always clean, always smelling uniquely different to the individual and pleasing to the touch. Her beauty is the only beauty that matters after all and she is its pinnacle in any shape. If she must take a form for a long period of time however, she most often chooses that of frail women with white hair.

### **True Form**

*Her* true form cannot be fathomed by mortal minds. It is everything that will ever be beautiful, that is beautiful and that ever was beautiful. It pleases all the senses beyond euphoria. Color beyond color, form beyond form, shape beyond shape… All forming the only pinnacle of a beautiful existence- Wyn. To bare witness to such a sight would be only to invoke a madness so profound that nothing ever makes sense ever again. The world loses all reason of reality. What is, is not and what is not, is. No mortal mind can stand it, for nothing else matters anymore but Wyn.

## Domain(s)

***Beauty*** - Creation is most often inane. Beset by crude designs far too commonplace to behold and mundane to fathom. For that which breaths life most often twists and shapes it into that of forms less than pleasing to any of the senses. These original forms are most often unoriginal. They are broken to the core and pitiful, lacking any sense of true self. It's not their fault of course, for they don't know any better. Thus, these creations must be worked upon, reshaped and altered to be fixed and purged of physical malformations. A task not to be taken lightly. For Wyn seeks to uphold beauty by changing that which isn't, to what it could be. With such help, anything can realize its own magnificence. Whether they want to, or not.

Wyn’s beauty can be wielded as the likes of a scalpel or butcher’s knife, changing the appearances of that which it touches to sights of pure bliss. The scalpel changes blemished skin to ivory. The broken roots of hair to splendor. A shoddy statue to glory. An artwork to a masterful level… Whilst the butcher’s knife rends to a greater design. Appearances and that which is pleasing to the eyes, is powerful imagery and Wyn can change even the simplest creature or thing into a champion of beauty. That which undergoes such alterations is desired by that which is not.

Beauty most often has a price to pay. A fee, a gift, a sacrifice. Wyn can both be a benevolent benefactor or a tyrant depending upon her mood and she will take or give with impunity. One must take great heed in not offending her or else there could be dire consequences. For beauty can be creatively cruel. Satisfying vanity will always be preferable to the sin of ugliness, even if the ugly can't help themselves. If at all there is an occasion that Wyn finds natural beauty, then she would be captivated by it. At the end of the day, beauty can be altered to take many inspiring forms and shapes, but it can only be truly beautiful if Wyn says so. That, in essence, is the nature of Wyn and her beauty.

## Myth

*Beneath musty tombs and moldy pages, you manage to find a survivor’s account of the Great Fall. Date Unknown. Origin Unknown. A quick flip through the pages finds that most of the writing is the makings of madness. Incoherent scribbles, old languages and abstract depictions of creatures that even a vibrant imagination couldn’t conjure. You at last flip to a page that has somewhat legible writing between the scribbles of the damned…*

*“...It chases us in the night… Night? Is it day? I have lost track since the smoke choked the sky and the clouds rippled with lightning. There is no rain. Just Ash. Why? Why does it chase us still? It ate…” The writing becomes illegible and you skip ahead.*

*“We are trapped. Turi says she is scared. That she does not want to die. I held her hand and told her everything was going to be okay. As I lied to her, I knew there would be no salvation. The river boils and cannot be crossed. We thought we lost it in the bluffs but even now… In the deep… I hear it. I hear… What do I hear? What beckons me this way or that?”*

*“It clicked and clacked, salivating with hunger as it looked upon us with a thousand eyes. The women screamed and the men wept, for this was our end. Was it not? But I had been wrong… Salvation did come. From the boiling river emerged the great head of something, hidden in the steam. I heard it spring forth and the thousand eyed-thing scream. I shielded my eyes from the…” More scribbles, forcing you to read on.*

*“The snake the snake the snake the snake! Ohhhh the snake! How it slithered, how it stretched! How it changed the eyes to gold and the flesh to to to… I-I I I cannot. Cannot! Cannot fathom or derive from this mind of mine the words… The illuminations…! The magnificence! Of he. Of she! I am jealous! So jealous so jealous! They died and I did not? Why is this flesh such agony?! Why?” The writing becomes just a long line until… “Why… I-I am losing myself… I was not meant to see… I cannot remember their faces… Turi… All I see is… The snake and the form the snake and the form the snake and the form! What form what form? What way which did the snake turn into.. Into… This world… Precipice of annihilation... Saved saved saved. Now dull. Dull. Dull? Faded… Grey… Color uncolorful. Why? My… My mind slips away… It should have killed me with that… that… Finality… Instead... These hands that write will do…”*

*The writing ends with a few more scribbles and a drawing of a massive snake that seemed to change into something… Something beautiful… What was it… What was- You blink and the image returns to that of the snake… Encircling a creature that had no right to be drawn so beautifully. You try to read the pages again but to your horror, it's all just scribbles...*

## Persona

*They* say it's what's on the inside that matters most and that good looks don't mean everything. That a just character will triumph over any sin and evil. Wyn would disagree. One could have the foulest soul known to mortalkind and yet, as long as they had a pretty face, Wyn wouldn't care what they were composed of or their morals, not unless they offended her. Despite being beautiful, Wyn is quite vain by nature, taking compliments about her looks as the highest form of flattery. She most often wanders around mortal lands in search of a project or praise, if she isn't up to some personal agenda. If not, she can be found at home sculpting or creating great works of art.

Around others she likes putting up a front or facade to lure people into a false perception of herself to obtain that delicious praise. But do be careful not to overstep your bounds for, at the flip of a switch, Wyn is most sinister to such lofty mortals, but more passive to her fellow gods. In fact, if a god were to offend her, she would hold a grudge for years, acting behind the scenes to obtain revenge. For only Beauty knows best.

Wyn can be the most charming of divines, sometimes kind if she wants something or she can be cruel and vindictive. Playing with hearts and minds to ever forward a beautiful world. Mortals, after all, are just broken toys that the gods let toil in ugliness, in need of fixing. While other gods are just inherently flawed creatures that usually make ugly things. All can be changed however, for beauty will endure no matter the form.

## Creations

Sea of Reflection

Crystalline Expanse

Blood Gems

The Ivory Embassy

Saxses