Avira

[Avira]

AVIRA
_{Sky means no limit}

Basics

Name;; Avira
Age;; ---
Gender;; Female
Species;;

Deity

Appearance

Hair;; White, wavy, reaching down to her waist, always a bit tangled
Eyes;; Grey
Skin;; Pale
Height;; She's quite tall but not taller than an average human
Weight;; It's not too polite to ask a woman her weight...
Build;; She's slim and looks etheral
Extra;;

Her image, drawn by a friend of mine, Naraseren: i49.tinypic.com/2rwwy89.jpg

Her usual form is a beautiful woman, but sometimes she appears as her sacred animal, the eagle. As a human, she looks mostly an average woman with grey eyes and white hair, except her wings. These wings are translucent as if they made of solid light, and she can fly with them.

Internal

Personality;;

Hardly ever does she consider anything, first she speaks and then starts thinking.
She is easily provoked, angered by the slightest rudeness towards her. Then her anger spreads over the sky, enormous storms start, thunder rocks the mountains, and the lightings choose their target. Who offended Avira can stand near the tallest tree, the lightnings will strike into them directly, the lightings will not be distracted just by the highest point of the environment, as it would happen in a simple storm. But after she finished, dark clouds pass, sky becomes clear again, stormy wind will be tamed into breeze, and she forgives.
Generally, she isn't really interested in the matters of mortals, or of most of other gods. She respects them, but nothing more. However, she’s in a quite good relationship with some of the goddesses: Eliora, Isra, Nerina, whom with they mutually enrich each other's realm. The rising and setting sun paints the sky, sizzling light of the sun is softened by clouds at noon in exchange, or cloud-racks deepen the mood of the night, the moon's silver light passes through the veil of clouds, and the blue of the deep sea is reflected by endless skies.
Although many say she’s too unsteady, too unsettled, uninterested for everything except her things, she isn’t. Indeed, she isn’t very reliable, rather fickle; changes her mind as the wind changes its direction of flow, but she takes care of those who respect and venerate her. Her protective arms cover them, guard them even in the wildest storms. May they roam on rugged lands: storms avoid them; may they travel through the dryest desert: she gives them rain what states their thirst, a slight breeze to relieve the hot air, and sand will not be stired into storm by wind. May they fly on her skies: she gives her winds under their wings, and if they have any pursuers, she pushes them down to the ground.

The Puppeteer

Ooc Name;; Estelwen
Other Accounts;; Aleena
Something Interesting About You;; Wasted time...
How You Got Here;;

Naraseren showed me the site

[-Brinzer-]

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