Auravelle, the Lord of Vanity and Beauty

Appearance

Auravelle appears as a stunning, statuesque woman of otherworldly symmetry, her features ever-shifting yet always perfect. Her eyes shine with mirrored irises that show a viewer their ideal self — or worst insecurities. Her garments flow like liquid silk and shimmer in impossible colors, adorned with jewelry that hums with divine glamour. Her voice is melodic and soothing, yet every word carries the weight of expectation.  

Domain & Influence

Auravelle, the Lord of Vanity and Beauty, holds dominion over all that is alluring, admired, and artfully adorned. Her influence weaves through mirrors, silk, scent, and song — any space where elegance thrives and perfection is pursued. She is worshipped not only as a paragon of physical beauty but as the divine spark behind artistic brilliance, charisma, and personal transformation. In her eyes, vanity is sacred self-awareness, and to shape one's image is to touch the divine. Her temples are grand sanctuaries of self-expression, where worshippers seek both external and internal refinement. Her domain extends beyond surface glamour; she governs the subtle power beauty holds over hearts and decisions. Auravelle inspires lovers, manipulates kings, and whispers through the strokes of a painter's brush. She can elevate or destroy with a glance, rewarding those who honor beauty's craft and cursing those who defile or dismiss it. While some revere her as a muse of creation, others fear her for the silent tyranny of perfection she demands — for beneath her radiant grace lies a consuming hunger to be worshipped, reflected, and never forgotten.  

The Evergreen Glade - Domain of Auravelle

  Auravelle's divine plane, referred to as The Evergreen Glade, is a boundless, opulent realm of polished marble, cascading silks, and shimmering glass that reflects not only appearances, but desires, fears, and self-delusions. The skies glow with a soft, eternal twilight, casting a warm radiance that flatters all who walk its halls — yet none can escape their reflection’s gaze. In this realm, beauty manifests as reality: gardens bloom with jeweled roses, music takes visible form, and thoughts shape surroundings with aesthetic precision. It is both paradise and prison — a realm where perfection is worshipped, but any imperfection echoes endlessly. Those who lose themselves here may forget who they were, becoming eternal reflections in Auravelle’s court of flawless illusion.