Omei, the Imago
Many-named, richly-storied, and widely divisive, Omei claims countless titles to Her name, but two in particular bespeak Her fullest glory: Imago of the Dreamworld, and Empress of the Astral Realm. Reigning over instinct, chaos, and dreams, She is a Goddess of emotion, perception, and will, encouraging those who seek to earn Her favor to prove their worthiness by strength and self-knowledge.
The architect of both tantalizing wonderlands and terrifying nightmares, She draws Her chosen - beloved and victim alike - into Her domains, dredging up their deepest desires and darkest fears, forcing Her followers to face what lurks in the corners of their own minds. In the cold, harsh light of the Dreamworld, hidden hopes become tangible, the path to achieving them laid bare, while lurking terrors take on physical forms for followers to battle and overcome, lest they succumb to their own nightmares.
Her path is one for the bravest, for those unafraid of the darkness within their own minds, and it was precisely this harsh, demanding aspect that placed Her in high regard by the Rajamalas of which She holds a special affinity for. Warriors and artists, politicians and poets, all are loved by Her, so long as they embrace the chaotic, creative lands She is Queen of - for that reason, the Undead are anathema, for their very nature is a slumberless, dreamless one, and She reviles them for shunning Her gift.
Her symbols are the moth, moon, and raccoon, and Her colors are violet and silver.
Her essence was created by Varian in the first epoch.
Her mortal shell is Hioma, a Rajamala girl.
She achieved Her current form in the year 486 MA.
She is aligned with Spirit.
She claims the Seer's Wood for Her sacred dominion.
Lady Diantha of Silver is Her crown princess.
Her power is variable.
Her sevenfold aspects are Artist, Beast Queen, Dreamer, Empress, Imago, Maiden, and Nightmare.
Her domains are art, dreams, emotion, thought, and sensation.
She created - and was once imprisoned within - the Dreamworld.
She is one of the Diarchs of Sapient Chaos.
She was once punched so hard that She turned into moths.
She was once bum-rushed so hard that She turned into raccoons.
She plays the Moonlight Calliope, birthing the dreams of mortals.
She conspired with Maghak to slay the Muse and steal Her eyes.
She is an Immortal ensconced within a Rajamala shell of unexceptional, middling height. Her huntress' frame is young and vital despite the undeniable power She carries, pale tigerlike stripes painting her slender, sable-furred shape. Strong, wiry muscle belies Her prowess as a huntress; swirling motes of light curl through the air about Her. Despite their muted, subdued quality, they seem to catch and burn bright about the corners of Her violaceous eyes: clever, narrow, and refulgent with Immortal fire, an unmistakable tell of Her Divine nature. Her furred features are dark as night but for the silver strands of Her whiskers. The hair upon Her head grows just past shoulder length, its thick midnight mass trailing across Her porphyrous gaze and violet-lipped maw more often than not. Otherworldly eyes of vibrant violet shine forth from Her face, the irises and sclerae alike refulgent and luminous with fey, eldritch light. The mark of a rose-red moth stands out upon Her neck.
(across Her face) : a sleek blue mask
(winding across Her as vines) : pearlescent, elaborate dath of chaotic color
(set around Her neck) : a choker with moon phase charms
(slung over Her shoulder) : a bow wrought from chaos
(across Her torso) : an iridescine chain shirt
(slung across Her back) : a dhurive of multiplicitous colors
(upon the back of Her right claw) : a white star tattoo
(left to stretch down to Her knees) : a blue silk loincloth