Rivulete: The Goddess of Hope

From the Keepers Journal:
Of Hope:
What was it about her that was so memorable. Perhaps the oceanic depths of her eyes? Or the way that she overflowed with the spirits of life and left her mark upon me? A mark so swelling in its glamour that I was awestruck at her one and only visit. What was it about her I ask myself what I remember her standing on my hearth, her slender thin shoulders a soft paleness in the sun, like rivers flowers blooming admist the dark blue of the forging rivers. Her hair akin to the aquiatic shallows of the ocean surface. How she simply smiled, and the warm breath of life was breathed into me in a time of dark desparing tomfoolery.
Her life has only met mine once. And in that life the woman worshipped as Hope had touched me in a way that none on this whole earth could. She filled me with an essense of living so powerful that I could only see the sky for the blue sheltering light of which it is. The ground for the soft bed of warmth of which it gives, and the Air for the sweet breath of life for which it instills.
A woman of color, a woman of feeling, a woman who embodied what it means to be alive and well and in tune with oneself. She was what the faithful wanted to be, and what the humble could not be.
I still to this day see how she changed me and my visions of the world or dark tribulations began to brighten and in my histories I searched for answers within the confines of our rules. We were immortal, and even immortals had falacy, but she was as akin to perfection as I wished perfection to be.
She granted me solace, but where she gave me peace her turmoil dredged itself from the depths, and my arbitrary hope had dispersed in almost that instance. No, she wasn't dying, it was that she herself was the catalyst to destroy the very hope that she gave to the world, and her showing in front of me in her divinity, was the only forseeable conclusion for in my keeping of histories I saw the answer. An answer of hope that would beg forth the continuation of her, and her lineage.
So unto the being that granted the blessing of optimistic fortitude I gave the same blessing, a way to keep her from being the next eclipse that would cover the sun. With that, she left, but my feelings of life long preserved in the state of blessed singsong did not.
I was in love with her love of the world and I knew this was what she brought to the others that saw themselves as beneath her. Those who begged her in their faith, and the hope that she would always bring them their desires in the times of stretching shadows.

Divine Domains

Hope and Optimism

Divine Symbols & Sigils

The Black tail of a fox surrounded by rays of blue light.

Divine Goals & Aspirations

Do harm to none. Help others to become greater and grander and spill their magnificense to the world.

Physical Description

Body Features

Behind sliding out of her armor was a tail, long slender and as black as her hair.

Facial Features

Her face was almost perfect. A simple crook in her nose offset the otherwordly beauty that she portrayed. Her simple smile of pale blue lips that was not so simple melted the hearts of women, and froze solid the hearts of men.

Identifying Characteristics

The mark she inspired was the tail of the fox surrounded by rays of light that shone outwards from the inner black of her fur.
The mark of hope, the sign of hope was a fox, a trickster now turned to a symbol of peace. Sacred among the mountains of Lyare.

Special abilities

Her skill in Glyphagy was that of otherwordly. Nothing and None could hold a candle to her control of Ice and the cooling of the world around her. She had a bite to her, crisp in the air, a sting like that of stalactite in the winters caves.

Personality Characteristics

Motivation

She wishes for peace and better times and has worked her life towards obtaining this goal, so far in that she lead caravans and traders and simple fold deep into the mountains of Lyare to build them their own home and becoming a city of unimaginable wealth.

Divine Classification

Deity/God

Ethnicity

Half Borne

Circumstances of Birth

She was born in the winter of war, and the summer of violence. No one knows much about her birth.

Circumstances of Death

It is said she is dead. The Godess of Hope disappeared from our lives so long ago, but still we worship her presence. We worship the hope that she gave us in a time of despair.

Gender

Female

Eyes

Blue, as deep as the oceans and as bright as the sky. Blue as the reflected sun deep under ocean waves.

Hair

Her hair swayed down past her lower back, and in it sunk the light that surrounded her. Dimming the world and destroying the malicious intent of those that would see her hair of black shadows,

Height

5'6"