Utramya, Goddess of Division

Utramya, Goddess of the Art of Division Utramya

Divine Domains

Division(Fractal and prism magic), Fertility of plants and sentient creatures, Compassion, ambition, greed, self-sufficiency, swords, blood?

Holy Books & Codes

Path of Petals Path of Thorns

Divine Symbols & Sigils

Prismatic lens A silver coin depicting her and the 9 moons

Tenets of Faith

Preaches self-love and violence. Struggle is all there is want and struggle are the twin essences of existence, and to rest is death. She hates stagnation and thirsts terribly for power. She teaches not to accept the world as it is but seek greater shapes beyond.

Divine Goals & Aspirations

She thirsts terribly for power.

Mental characteristics

Personal history

Utramya was a fighter taught by a war general. Utramya grew up in a poor backwater town whos people were suppressed forced into labor, or the military. One day a great general of an ancient incredibly powerful army took her. She was chosen from among her six sisters, not for her skill in math, her love of cooking, nor her desire to be a priestess, but because she had beautiful white hair. She would become widely considered one of the greatest swordsman ever. Trained by the general since she was young, she practiced the sword daily. Her body became a steel edifice. Renown for her ability to able to split bolders effortlessly with her hands, or sprint for a day without straining herself. Soon after, Utramya felt she had mastered the sword, and enlisted in the armies' most elite legion. Utramya's prowess gained the attention of her superiors, and she eventually came under command of the armies greatest general. They trained her further is the art of war, but when he made sexual advances she mutilated him. The 10,000 man army now stood against her, almost completely naked she would use the dead generals sword to lay waste to the army.   Here she would meet her first truly challenging opponent, Vaz, The Godslayer. Despite her great endurance, strength and skill, Mya had met her match. Half a day passed before their battle ended. Her sword was shattered into pieces, her right leg was almost torn from its socket, and body was broken in a hundred places. Utramya achieved victory not by use of the sword, but by gouging out the brains of her enemy with her thumbs.   She still remained the last one standing in a ruined church, there she would be granted divinity and ascend.   Around 190 thousand years ago THE THING BELOW started to wake and rise from its resting place caused world wide pain and suffering. Utramya would look to the stars for help and saw that they were aligning to make a sword. She would grasp this cosmis sword of division and split part of the thing below, herself, the air, the land, everything in that general direction in two. This nearly killed Utramya and Imas, Goddess of life would save her. (In turn Resooth gave the The Red God death poetry)

Relationships

Auryeon Jantris

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Towards Utramya, Goddess of Division


Utramya, Goddess of Division

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Towards Auryeon Jantris


Divine Classification
Goddess
Ethnicity
Church/Cult
Age
230,000 years old
Spouses
Auryeon Jantris (spouse)
Siblings
Presentation
A beautiful woman cleft from the top of her head down to the pelvis
Eyes
Red
Hair
White
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Red
The sanctioned act is to Cut. To Cut means division. Consider: there is no such thing as a sword. You must strive for attachment-non-attachment when cutting. Your cut must be sticky and resolute. A weak, listless cut is a despicable thing. But you must also not cling to your action, or its result. Clinging is the great error of men. A man who strikes without thought of his action can cut Gods. To cut properly, you must continually self-annihilate when cutting. Your hand must become a hand that is cutting, your body a body that is cutting, your mind, a mind that is cutting. You must instantaneously destroy your fake pre-present self. It is a useless hanger on. You must never make 'multiple' cuts. Each must be singular in its beauty, no matter how many precede it. You must make your enemies weep with admiration, and likewise should your head be shorn off by such an object of beauty, you must do your best to shed tears of respect. A man who finds pleasure in the result of cutting is the most hateful, crawling creature there is. A man who finds pleasure in the act of cutting is an artisan.

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