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VALENTINE
FAHRENHEIT

penned by moth࿈BEHOLD ༒ THE KEYOPEN ༒ THE GATE

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࿈Y'AI'NG'NGAH,
YOG-SOTHOTH
H'EE-L'GEB
F'AI THRODOG
UAAAH

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Chorazos

I fear not the gates of Hell, for I am the Architect of the gates, the Keeper and Watcher of all that hides behind them, and the Mother of the one they call the Devil.

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Awaken
Yog-Sothoth

To behold that which is the might and effervescent grandeur of the Beyond One is to witness that which is infinity, for It is beyond comprehension.Within a vessel of flesh YOGSOTTOTHE touches this plane; boundless yet together within singularity. In battle and blood it shall learn, prevail, rule. To command the infinite, It must first conquer.

"It was an All-in-One and One-in-All of limitless being and self - not merely a thing of one space-time continuum, but allied to the ultimate animating essence of existence's whole unbounded sweep - the last, utter sweep which has no confines and which outreaches fancy and mathematics alike. It was perhaps that which certain secret cults of Earth had whispered of as Yog-Sothoth, and which has been a deity under other names; that which the crustaceans of Yuggoth worship as the Beyond-One, and which the vaporous brains of the spiral nebulae know by an untranslatable sign..."H. P. Lovecraft & E. Hoffmann Price, Through the Gates of the Silver Key

Synopsis

The gatekeeper has kept an eye over this universe for as long as man and beast has lived and breathed within it.Over the millennia, it has stared down upon the world, glaring through an infinite abyss to seek the land that which the Old Ones wish to walk. Standing guard, watching, waiting.I was 'born' on an asteroid. Thousands of lightyears beyond the furthest reaches of the stars, out beyond the cusp of the milkyway. Mine was a gift, a minuscule presence upon a distant cosmic rock that was, at the time, about the size around of a small star. It was upon the waves of coulomb force that I was carried across the universe, through countless gateways of my own creation and black holes opened and closed. I created twisted pathways that were cleared with planet-swallowing singualrities and world-eating surges of black matter, descending upon worlds with my maw agape to feast upon what my body could as I slowly grew from a single-cellular speck to a substantial, unquestionably extraterrestrial creature. Even so, I was barely bigger than a stone, observing the vastness of space from my meaningless presence on that planet-sized bullet that barreled so constantly towards what I could only understand to be my Grandmother's beloved stench.

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The Wrath and Might of the Child of the Mist

"Those daring to oppose the Elder Gods who ruled from Betelgueze, the Great Old Ones who fought against the Elder Gods...were instructed by Azathoth, who is the blind idiot god, and by Yog-Sothoth ... Ye blind idiot, ye noxious Azathoth shal arise from ye middle of ye World where all is Chaos & Destruction where He hath bubbl'd and blasphem'd at Ye centre which is of All Things, which is to say Infinity..."~ AWD: Lurker on the Threshold⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ✵✵✵✵✵✵✵✵✵✵✵✵✵✵✵✵✵✵✵Valentine Fahrenheit is capable of many great feats of unbridled power, and her wrath is equivalent to her skill. Never-ending and brimming on the brink of insanity, she bubbles over with a persistent, driving anger that she feasts upon endlessly to fuel her abilities. She thrives on chaos, the manipulation of knowledge, delves into the deepest thoughts and memories to find the most valuable truths.... and uses them as her greatest weapon.She is a progenitor of hands-on destruction; flying fists, gnashing fangs, an eruption of blades and bullets clashing with broken bones and bruises. Taking point on the battlefield since her early youth, swiftly overtaking the ranks and climbing up to commander in chief, Valentine is a master battle strategist, adept swordsman and rifleman, and a massively capable brute-force combatant.While her fighting style is largely incapsulated by hand-to-hand and traditionally weapon-based techniques, she is also a progenitor of the black arts, drawing power from her father and grandmother whenever necessary to invoke her eldritch right to power. Omniscience is a constant of the total mind, but her power is sealed - a punishment bestowed upon her by her grandmother for abandoning her post in R'lyeh to rule over Chorazos.⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ✵✵✵✵✵✵✵✵✵✵✵✵✵✵✵✵✵✵✵To show her anger is to grant her a feast upon which to thrive and bolster once devoured;

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The Thirteen Orbs

The Great Thirteen are all one and the same; all different manifestations of the same entity. Yog-Sothoth appears in each form at different times and with different purposes; more often than not, purposes that are kept to itself and only presented with necessity. That knowledge, just as all knowledge in the universe, is hidden behind the gate.A.N.: The artwork used here is to represent the different orbs and FCs that will be used throughout the account. Click the art to go to the original artist; all images are links to their sources.

gomory

vagan

sytry

eligor

durson

vual

score

alvor

sefon

partas

gamor

umbra

anaboth

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