Velindra

Velindra’s origins are shrouded in mystery—a lineage only hinted at by ancient legends and forgotten gods. As she matured in a realm where mortal chaos reigned, she felt an ever-growing disconnect with the imperfect world around her. In a defiant act of rebellion, she combined the precision of modern science with the arcane secrets of old, crafting experiments that defied natural laws. Choosing the name Velindra for its regal cadence and enigmatic allure, she began to rebuild reality, one meticulously recalibrated element at a time. Her self-bestowed wings symbolize both her triumph over earthly limitations and her dedication to sculpting a transcendent society. Born in an era rife with unpredictable chaos, Velindra witnessed the breakdown of age-old societal structures and the wasteful inefficiencies of mortal systems. Determined to architect a flawless existence, she embraced a transformative journey that would meld the precision of science with the ancient artistry of magic. Constructing The Synthesis Laboratory; a hidden observatory far from prying eyes, Velindra began her experiments with an extraordinary blend of modern science and arcane lore. She assembled a workshop equipped with arcane contraptions and advanced instruments that mapped the intricate structure of matter and spirit. Her objective was to decode the blueprint of perfection. Thus began her decades of arduous research to solve this puzzle. Dusk of Disillusionment: Realizing mortal chaos was unsalvageable by mere chance, Velindra became disheartened, her ideals seemingly forever out of her reach. No matter how hard she tried to find an answer, her efforts seemed in vain. Mortal life was simply too varied, too chaotic, too imperfect. And yet, she continued her efforts nonetheless. This eventually led her to The Fusion Experiment; merging radical scientific theories with primordial rituals in a vain hope that it may shift things towards a more favourable outcome. Before she had tried similar experiments, using magic and science together, though this time was different. She would make them one and the same for but a brief moment. Two opposing forces, the unexplained supernatural and the methodic, calculated focus of science, becoming one perfect whole... The Moment of Revelation: Under a sky electrified by a rare celestial phenomenon, Velindra baptized herself in transformative energy. As the heavens roared with arcane power, she infused her being with the raw essence of nature and the calculated discipline of science. In her mind, much like that of many other, the angelic form was perfection incarnate. Beauty, grace, elegance, strength, everything that mortal chaos lacked. Thus, at that moment, wings—crafted with precision and imbued with an unwavering glow—sprang forth from her back. The angelic form was hers to command in full. This dramatic metamorphosis was not just a physical transformation, but an ideological turning point: she now embodied the potential to tear down an imperfect system and reconstruct its foundations. Velindra had discovered a glimmer of light in the darkness she'd delved so deep within. One that could reshape everything to her desire. Yet there remained a problem. Velindra was still mortal. Unlike the immortal Angels she'd modeled her new form after, Velindra would sill age, decay, receive harm and eventually, die. She had already grown old, her time was limited now. Her soul held her back... This problem required a new solution. A life extending formula was not unheard of, nor were miraculous immortality solutions and that fabeled fountain too... Yet these weren't perfect. Velindra's goal turned to removing her biggest flaw, mortality itself, in her own creative ways. More of the rituals and experiments she had focused her life on followed in the next few years, until at long last, Velindra discovered a way to "perfect" herself in full. She had the form, all she needed was the mind and soul to go with it. Another Fusion Experiment of a different nature was to be performed. This one with the goal of ridding herself of two things: Her mortal soul and her mental limitations, thus ridding her of any percievable notions of mortality. She knew of ways used by Liches to store one's soul in an object that, if left unbroken, would act as a vessel for regeneration and infinite life, or in thier case, undeath. She knew of the Soulless, beings who had their souls removed and either destroyed, or used in some profane ritual or other. Beings that, as a result, were mindless slaves to whoever took possession of their soul. Velindra chose neither, for they were not her perfection, but mere imitations. Instead, she simply "shed" her physical body and directly applied the experiment to her soul, transforming it forerever into an unending, unharmable, unaging and eternally youthful immortal body without limit or equal. Her mind began to infinitely increase in potential, her body growing stronger and faster with each pasing second and then, without need for the aged, derepit old self, Velindra took on a new name and with it, a title. A New World Architect: Now, Velindra rules her secret realm with a determined elegance. Each calculated step toward her ideal future is imbued with both scientific precision and the mysticism of the ancients. To her, every life is a component of a grand design—a mosaic of potential that she is destined to reassemble into a flawless, harmonious domain. Her old self is no more, the name long forgotten, only Velindra, Architect of Perfection, remains to bring about the vision she has held since time immemorial. A small cult has grown under her, much to her disdain and occasional chagrin. Followers of her ideal and seakers of joint perfection. To Velindra, they are but toys to experiment with, to play with and to discard once their mortal fragility makes them break under her ever growing desire for a perfect world and an even more perfect self. Of all the unknowns about Velindra, a few things are certain. Whenever she makes a move in the world, everyone feels it. Her presence and ambitions have created numerous rifts, tears and otherwise undesirable phenomenon that are merely temporary bi-products of her recreating the laws of reality to suit her own beliefs, re-working nature's building blocks from the ground up to make things better or simply editting an entire town to be more interesting to experiment with. It's no wonder she's become something of a deity among her followers when on a simple whim she reshapes entire dimensions of existence to become closer to her ideal. Yet Velindra is never satisfied. She can always improve on others... Even so far as to give them a taste of her own "perfection", either in form or action. Velindra is no God, no Angel and definitely not perfect. Yet in her mind, playing God is a mere game, a simple distraction from her ultimate goal. The perfect unification of all into a single, supremely perfect, life. Her life. One day she will enact the first experiment towards this end but until then, she satisfies herself with altering things in what she considers "small scale" alterations, despite the worldwide effects her experimentaion has. None can stand in her way, many have tried. Yet someday she may realise the true meaning of perfection... The world shudders to think of what she'll do when she does. All others are chaotic, imperfect beings she looks down upon, knowing they are imperfect and knowing she can "fix" them, if only they accept her doing so... Part of the Verily_Verity collection.