11.7.11 PANDORA, THE WAYWARD HEIR

Freed from the shackles of childhood innocence, Pandora has forsaken Her rightful
heritage and much of what is expected from the Divine. Even the realm thrust upon
Her by an absentee demiurge is but an albatross whose wings She has repurposed.

Insatiably curious and adventurous, She has no grand designs for the universe
beyond Her own freedom and amusement, no lofty moral system beyond living for
Herself and experiencing the endless stories of the countless planes. To Pandora,
no rule is inviolable, no law sacred simply for its existence. Boundaries exist
only to be pushed in an eternal search for meaning, and yet She is not so crass
as to aimlessly rebel against everything. Hers is a search for the unknown, for
endless possibilities, for what hides behind the next door. Stagnancy is Her
enemy, conformity the greatest of sins.

At Her core, the Wayward Heir seeks agency in a realm where even gods are chained
by fate. She scorns those that would allow others to make choices for them. She
looks only with disdain upon the ones that would let fear - of rejection, of
judgement, of pain, of being alone, of failure - guide their actions. All beings
should actively choose how to live their life and thus deal with whatever
consequences come their way. To plunge into the dangerous unknown is a thrill
none should reject.