The sun rises within me.
Before the first oath was spoken, before the first wound was healed, before any soul chose between courage and cowardice, there was light. And from that light rose Veyu.
Veyu governs honor, hope, righteousness, mercy, healing, and the sun. She appears as a radiant eagle-woman crowned in dawn. Her feathers burn gold and white, vast wings stretching like the horizon itself. Her eyes blaze with steady brilliance, not scorching but clarifying. When she stands, gravity seems to yield to her presence; when she speaks, her voice carries like morning across still water.
She is clarity. She is conviction. She is the fire that burns without consuming. Her light does not blind—it reveals.
She calls mortals to rise above instinct and fear. She teaches that mercy is strength restrained, that honor is courage disciplined, and that righteousness is alignment with what is just.
Hope is not naïveté, it is defiance against decay.
Major Boon:
Minor Boon:
Curse: Absolute Pacifism
The inability to raise hand in cruelty, even when violence would be easier, or even right.