Lucy4Luvzu/Hepyrtace
Hepyrtace, the Forsaken Star
Before the Incarna were made, the Primordials defined Creation. She-Who-Lives-In-Her-Name established the first hiearchies and orders, and it was [insert name] who carved her proclamations into the dome of heaven, into the clouds and thunder and constellations. He embodies one's love of duty and was known as the "vision of the design".
When the Maidens were born, and the nature of the dome changed, the stars gained life of their own, and [insert name]'s heart broke. Enthralled by them & their duties, he desired to take them as divine-brides, and his obsession led to his own demise as he was blinded by love. Even as he realized they had betrayed him, his heart flared out and burnt his flesh to white. Now Hepyrtace reformed in his place, a broken Prince, the Forsaken Star. He still loves the Maidens, but not as kindly. He has reshaped himself a dozen times since the great betrayal; for each time his love of duty leads to near-death, he abandons himself, his body warped to reflect an equally warped psyche. He seeks the same of the Maidens. He has enslaved a road spirit, broken legs & bound, loving it only if it continues to seek travel; and has welcomed warriors who would try to harm him, only if they continued to do so despite their own injuries and hopelessness
His love of duty is a love of archetypes, and he only grows tired of his "little maidens" when a warrior grows tame, a traveler grows idle, or a scholar grows bored. He no longer tends the constellations in Malfeas, for another Yozi does this, but has instead become an instigator and tester. He challenges the hierarchies of lesser creatures, as well as their archetypes. Adamant rulers, or unrelenting warriors earn his favor; those who give up or poorly design such hierarchies are dragged in chains to be burnt in She Who Lives In Her Name's fires.
When summoned, Hepyrtace takes the form of an distinguished middle-aged man, clad in white, with eight eyes and limbs: he has an unnatural iridescent glow in darkness, but no light is shed outside himself. One eye and limb are patched and crippled, elegantly concealed by white chains. When seeking to express himself or a new archetype, a particular eye will swell and bleed out a mask of blood and webbing, which quickly spreads and hardens over him. These masks, each, refocus his light, each made of a specific color and theme, the 7th returning him to his white manifestation. Five of his arms carry the tools of duties taken over by a Maiden; the 6th and 7th remain free, and the 8th remains bound & injured. Attempts to touch this arm, or peer into his missing eye, fill the victim with a love for duty (their greatest Ability) and a willingness to die for it. The weak-willed simply go mad with monomania or obsessions.
